by Tia Siren
I chose the latter.
I went into the women’s restroom nearby and locked myself inside the handicapped stall. I stripped out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them inside my overly large handbag. Then I threw my somewhat short coat over my skinny naked body.
I stole away in the night, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step I took towards his office. I was already a couple of minutes late, but didn’t want to get caught, so I went slowly to make sure nobody was watching.
I knocked twice on his door, and he answered readily, pulling me inside the office and shutting the door immediately.
The blinds in the office were all shut, and the lights were all off; save for a single candle that was lit on the middle of his desk.
I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss which he readily accepted. When his arms hugged around me, I believe he noticed how little I was wearing.
I felt his hand stroking along my leg that was wrapped around his waist. His hand kept grasping further up my thigh until he found the prize waiting for him.
I quivered and moaned as he ran his finger along my wet slit. I lowered myself down to the floor, letting the candlelight dance shadows across his face.
He pushed my coat over my shoulders and took in the sight of my naked body again, hungry and ready for more.
I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he caressed my sides. I enjoyed the tingle that would run up my spine with each passing moment.
With his shirt off, I began to work at his trousers. Now free from our clothing, we explored each other bodies. We were hungry to memorize every last detail in case this was our last chance at seeing one another.
He pulled me in for a hug; I stayed there just feeling his warmth as much as I could. His hand found my bottom, and he squeezed my flesh hard. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.
In one motion he picked me up and sat me on his desk. Then he kissed my neck, leading down to my pert little nipples. He spent some time kissing and sucking on each one. The sensation made my chest feel flush with excitement. I kissed him along his neck and dug my hands into his hair.
He rolled me over on the desk, forcing my butt to the sky. I wanted him to see me, all of me. With my chest not resting on the top of his cold desk, he began rubbing his hands along my back, massaging my tense muscles with his powerful hands.
Then he leaned over me and kissed my neck from behind. I could feel his throbbing member rubbing along my dripping wet sex and bucked my hips to stop him from teasing me.
He grabbed my hips and held me down to the desk. Then, I could feel him start to slide inside me. His manhood stretched me in just the right ways, and the sensation of being filled was causing me to explode.
I could already feel another orgasm starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. I enjoyed every motion as he slid inside and out, forcing my hips into the desk harder each time.
I moaned but held my mouth shut. I didn’t want to be too loud, not here.
He shuddered with excitement. My spindly legs had become exceptionally weak from all the motion and buckled out below me. He held my hips in place as he continued to work himself inside.
Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. Then all my muscles went limp. I didn’t think I could move anymore.
He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it. Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably.
When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk. He held me tightly while leaning over the desk. I don’t remember falling asleep.
7.
I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old key that looked weather-beaten and used.
The note read as follows.
“Dear Sandy,
“I can’t stay in the school anymore. You’re an amazing person, and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right.
“You need to meet someone closer to your own age; someone who’s in the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow. I’ve done a lot of living, and you need to find your own path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine.
“I’m leaving you my car. It showed me my path, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours. Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday.
“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you. You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself.
“Your friend forever, Jeff.”
I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.
I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it. It sat there like an old man, waiting to be woken up. The car was a little popular. A couple of guys had gathered around the car. One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.
I approached, key in hand.
“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.
I nodded.
“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”
I looked at him, somewhat quizzically. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all. He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers. His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.
“What’s your name,” I asked.
“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.
I shook his hand and flashed the key again.
“Wanna go for a ride,” I asked.
His face beamed with excitement, and he ran around to the passenger side. I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel.
With a flick of the key, the monster roared to life.
“Where are we going,” he asked.
I smiled.
“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear. The tires squealed, and the car shot down the road. I felt free.
*****
THE END
SPORTS Romance – The Perfect Game
Chapter One
Rachel squinted and pulled her jacket around her tighter to keep the wind from chilling her to the bone. She didn’t really want to be there, but if she hadn’t come, Bree would have been disappointed, and when Bree was disappointed, she could be a pain. Rachel looked at her best friend, whose eyes were fixed on the team playing on the field below with an intense focus. She couldn’t help being amused by it. Bree was there to support her cousin, not her boyfriend. But her focus was more on the game than on her cousin. She was one of the biggest football fanatics Rachel had ever known in her 19 years.
She and Bree had been friends since second grade. They were always together, even when they had boyfriends. Right now, both were single. They had agreed to go to college together, and that was just what they had done.
Bree stood up and screamed. Rachel jumped and then giggled. She looked out over the field and watched the players running and slamming into each other. She shook her head, amused.
“They’re gonna get concussions doing that.” She murmured. She felt two hands on her shoulders from behind and turned her head to see the smiling face of Andrew, one of her good friends. He was excited, like Bree.
“I heard that, chickie!” He said loudly, over the cheering crowd around them. “Don’t you know that’s why they’re out there? They already have brain injuries!”
Rachel laughed. “Like you wouldn’t be out there if you’d made the team, Andy!” She yelled to him.
He shook his head. “Not me, sweetheart! No way would I ever make that football team. This is college! I’ve got more chance of becoming a jockey!”
His face moved away, and his hands left her shoulders, but he left her with a jovial feeling. She stood up, too, and cheered for their team as they made the w
inning touchdown.
Rachel followed Bree through the crowd. The crush of people didn’t really bother her. They were in such good moods. The win had put their college in the running for the championship. She was pleased for them but had truly only shown up for Bree and Rico. She was a first-year student studying basic medicine and planned to go to Baylor in Houston when she finished with her first four years here. She had some studying to do but not enough to be stressed about it.
A lifelong student, Rachel had the reputation of being a book nerd. She enjoyed the title and readily admitted she was a big fan of books, medicine and all things brainy. Bree was the opposite. She liked to be out in public, talking, laughing and making herself a part of the spotlight. She was into dramatic arts and singing. She had one of the most beautiful operatic voices Rachel had ever heard. She was a member of the College Station Symphony and Choir and amazed people regularly with her talent.
Bree turned and grabbed Rachel’s hand.
“I don’t want to lose you, girl. This crowd is huge! Come on, follow me! We’re going to the locker room!”
“But…Bree, they are gonna be changing in there and stuff, I don’t think…”
“Your problem, my friend, is that you think too much! We’re not gonna see any naked butts, I promise! We’ll wait outside until Rico comes out. Okay?” Bree laughed. “You’re such a Christian, Rache!”
Rachel smiled at her. Bree knew her well.
They made their way through the shuffling bodies and broke out near the hallway to the locker rooms. There were more people coming and going but a lot less. Rachel breathed more freely and passed some of their friends, returning their nods and smiles. Most of them knew Bree and were only being polite to her. She didn’t mind.
They stopped in front of the men’s locker rooms. Bree, not one to be very patient, bounced up and down on her heels, looking like she was waiting for an elevator.
“This is so incredibly exciting, Rache.” Bree was saying. “I can’t wait to go to the championships! There are going to be a lot of cute guys there, you know. You really gotta get your nose out of those books.”
Rachel laughed. “First of all, I’m here with you now, aren’t I? What are you complaining about? And second, I would much rather find a man at one of your symphony shows than at a football game! I’m not gonna go for some dumb jock; you know that.”
Bree widened her eyes and pushed her index finger against her lips. “Sssshhh. Don’t say that here! We’ve got aspiring soldiers, surgeons and dentists on this team, you know.”
“I know. I was just sayin…”
Bree laughed. “It’s okay, girl. Don’t get all stressed out. I knew you were only kidding.”
She wasn’t really, but she chuckled along with Bree. Her friend always made her feel better about life in general. She was a positive, happy girl. Everyone loved her. Except the ones who envied her. They didn’t like her at all. But Bree was a magnet for people who looked at life like one of the best video games they had ever played. No Emo for her.
Bree would have laughed at Rachel’s thoughts. Emo was old hat, so high school.
The door finally opened, and the guys started to file out, laughing, shoving each other, calling out to the girls in the hallway. Rico was among the first group of young men, and he was closely followed up by Dallas Reynolds, quarterback extraordinaire. The first thing Rico did was grab Bree, pick her up and swing her in a circle.
“Hello, cuz!” He said in a loud, excited voice. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Rico! What a great job you did! Wow! So proud of you! Awesome!”
He released her and pretended to go for Rachel in the same way, but she took a step back, smiling at him, shaking her head. He held out his arms wide and tilted his head to one side. “Aww come on now, Rache! One hug? I won’t pick you up, I promise!”
Rachel couldn’t help laughing and went in for her hug. Rico was a big boy, playing defensive tackle. He was covered in large muscles, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she felt safe when he hugged her. If she was ever in trouble, she wanted Rico by her side.
Dallas bent low at the waist in a dramatic bow. “Greetings, ladies. Did you enjoy the game?”
“It was fantastic, Dallas! You really know how to throw a ball.” Bree threw herself at the boy, and he hugged her.
“Thanks.” He smiled at Rachel. “Rachel.” He said simply.
“Dallas.”
Rachel and Dallas were in the same anatomy and physiology class. He never answered any questions, and she never saw him with a book. She was not impressed. He was good-looking, tall and looked strong. From the way he played football, he was obviously talented. But she didn’t believe he took medicine seriously and the thought of him being in medicine and actually working on living people gave her misgivings. She doubted he would pass the class. She didn’t know his grades, but she didn’t need to see that he was more interested in the pigskin than he was human skin.
“Did you enjoy the game?” He asked.
“I did, thank you.”
“Okay, enough of the formal small talk!” Bree said, leaning forward, one arm around Rico’s waist. He had his long arm around her shoulders, his wide smile contagious.
“Let’s go get some chicken wings and Coke!”
Foster’s Grille was packed with students who had been at the game. As soon as they entered, half a dozen people screamed for Rico and Dallas. They cheered, and both young men were swallowed up by the crowd, slapping them on the back and shaking their hands.
“Come on!” Bree grabbed her arm and steered her to the only table left, a booth that looked like it needed to be wiped down with a washcloth. Rachel grimaced but tried not to show her displeasure. They slid into the bench seats, across from each other and Bree got the attention of a smiling server nearby. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “We need this table wiped down when you can, please! My friend doesn’t like germs and messes!”
The server knew both Bree and Rachel well and nodded, her smile never leaving her face. Bree looked at Rachel and leaned over the table. “I don’t see how you are going to be a doctor if you can’t stand messes, Rache! That’s all you’re gonna see! What about all the blood and guts!”
Rachel leaned forward and called back to make herself heard. “Totally different, Bree, trust me!”
Bree shook her head. “If you say so, sweetie!”
Two more friends came over and began a high volume conversation with Bree. Rachel looked around. She spotted Rico and Dallas at the ordering counter and wondered if they knew what she wanted. She hoped they didn’t get the hottest wings they could. She loved chicken wings but couldn’t take more than the mild and had to have some ranch just to eat those. Her stomach was sensitive.
They were talking to each other, their smiles as wide as ever. She moved her eyes around her, taking in the college scene and thinking she better enjoy it because it probably wasn’t going to last. It wouldn’t always be that way, and she knew it. She wouldn’t always be surrounded by friends. Her step-mother had warned her about life and getting older. And if there was anyone who knew about devastating life changes, it was her step-mother. Rachel decided not to think about negative things and just enjoy where she was at that moment. She lifted her hands up when the server came over with a cloth. As the young woman wiped the table down, she moved her mind to happy thoughts.
Rico and Dallas delivered four large baskets of wings to the table ten minutes later.
“These are the best wings on the planet, man. The absolute best.” Rico said as he slid into the booth next to his cousin.
“Oh?” Rachel attempted a joke. “And you’ve tasted all the wings on the planet?” She smiled at him and was grateful when he smiled back.
“I have. Didn’t you know I’m a globe trotter? Started when I was five, made my way all the way around the world.”
“Sorry, buddy,” Dallas said. “That’s basketball, not football.”
The four
friends laughed.
Rachel looked down at the basket of wings Dallas slid in front of her. She wondered what kind they were. She was afraid to ask and looked up at Bree to see if she could send a telepathic message of inquiry.
Bree wasn’t looking at her, but Dallas was. He was scanning the side of her skeptical face. He leaned close to her and said into her ear, “They’re mild, Rachel. Bree said you only eat mild.”
Rachel’s face lit up, and she gave Dallas a big smile. “That’s awesome!” She said.
He grinned back at her. “Hey, you really pretty up when you smile.”
She raised her eyebrows and stuck her tongue out at him, hiding the fact that the words had made her feel a bit insecure. Did that mean he thought she was ugly otherwise? She moved her eyes down to the wings. She was going to devour them.
Chapter Two
Rachel hoisted herself up onto the stool, slinging her backpack under the lab table. There weren’t many students in the classroom yet, so she set her book down and opened it to the chapter they were currently studying. They had been warned that an assignment would be handed out today that would mean a good portion of their final grade. She wanted to be ready if it was some kind of impromptu test. She’d spent most of the weekend studying, giving herself a short break to go for a run with Bree on Saturday evening and church on Sunday. Otherwise, she spent her time studying. She and Bree shared a small apartment near the college, so she had plenty of quiet time. Bree never bothered her when she was concentrated on her studies.
She was somewhat surprised when she saw Dallas come in. He was holding a book, and he made a beeline for her table. They generally didn’t sit together, and she dreaded the fact that it looked like he was going to change that today. He did take the stool next to hers, dropping his book onto the table with a loud thud.
“Hey, Rachel. How you doing today?”
She looked up from her book and nodded at him. “Hello, Dallas. You’re here early today.”