by Amy Brent
“It's fine now Ray, thank you.” He turned to look at her then and without a word pulled her into his arms checking her face and body over to be sure she was ok.
“Did he hurt you Lila, did he?” He held her face in his hands and looked at her intently.
“No, no he didn’t. He gets mad, but no.” She waited for him to let her go, but instead he pulled her back into a hug, holding her close.
He felt her lean into him, and he knew she felt the closeness as well. Yes, he was in deep and he would be in trouble if they didn’t talk about it and soon. Hearing the moans from the guy on the ground, he called the police and together they waited for them to come and get the guy. They both gave a statement about what happened, neither of them talking about the issues between them. When Andre finally was hauled out of sight they made their way back inside.
He poured some coffee, glancing around to make sure his mother wasn’t up yet. “I guess that was your boyfriend?”
She rubbed her temples as she spoke. “No, we broke up days ago actually. He just didn’t want to accept it, that’s all.”
“Well, I think he got the message now.”
“Thank you Ray, really. He’s been made before, but not like that.”
He watched her as she sipped some of the hot brew from her cup. “I have to go back to New York… today.” He knew being direct was the best option.
She blinked twice before looking up at him. “Ok, I am sure you have to get back before training starts.” She gave him a weak smile.
“Yes, as usual. Last night was…”
She smiled at him, her heart breaking slightly. “Yes, it was.” She blinked rapidly once more and stood to go. “I have to get going myself. I have a lot to do today.” She moved out of the room, and though he should have felt relief he felt something much closer to despair.
Lila
She had known from the door that it was all fun and games. He had made that clear right from the start. Why she felt her heart breaking was beyond her. She had done everything right, everything to make sure she didn’t get involved with him emotionally. Yet here she was, doing her best not to cry over him. She cleaned her room vigorously, trying to stay busy, something she had always done before in life when she didn’t want to deal with the emotional effects.
She heard him leaving, loading the car. She didn’t want him to say goodbye, but she knew he wouldn’t go without doing it. She made it as easy as possible, sitting with his mother when he was about to walk out the door. He couldn’t make it personal then, no instead he had to be polite. She felt him trying to get her attention more than once, but she refused to meet his eyes. As he was getting into his car they noticed a car coming down the drive. She heard him swear under his breath as the car rolled to a stop in front of them.
She watched, waiting for something to happen next. The door opened and first one long leg exited and then the other. A woman, blonde and beautiful emerged, smiling at them all. Lila had never seen anyone ice her all blonde and tan, her body absolutely perfect. She gave Lila a look of disdain before she walked over to ray and enveloped him in a hug. Lila noticed he didn’t return it.
“Well Raymond, who is this.” Lila glanced over at Miss Margie who had chimed in on this new addition to the group.
He cleared his throat, as he slowly detangled himself from her. “This is Melanie Shaw. She was just leaving.” He moved then gesturing her back towards the car which she didn’t do. Instead, she gave a tinkle of a laugh and Lila knew that infuriated him even more.
“Don’t be so formal sweetheart.” The blond turned to face his mother. “I am his fiancé, and you must be his mother.” She held out her hand to the older woman and Lila noticed the ring on her finger. Only then did she let her eyes flicker up and meet his own.
“No, she is not. As a matter of fact, you aren’t anything to me anymore and I’d appreciate it if you left.”
She saw the anger there, and the defeat. Before the situation got any more out of hand, she turned to go back inside. No, she would not deal with this right now. She made her way into the bedroom and only then did she lay down and take a breather. Somehow she managed to fall asleep, her heart in pieces.
When she woke the stillness of the house left her feeling empty. He was gone, and he was getting married. She had never asked him, never thought about it. She sat up silently trying to sort through the heartache she was feeling. Glancing at the clock she knew she needed to go see Miss Margie, it was time for her meds.
She went through the motions for almost a week before she let herself really feel what she already knew. She had fallen in love with him, and he had simply left. Despite his words the sting of his reject hurt more than she wanted to admit to anyone around her. Work was the only thing to keep her busy, and she found more and more of it to occupy her time. She volunteered to take on another patient nearby, which kept her traveling between both houses.
Miss Margie knew something was wrong, but every time she tried to talk to her, Lila changed the subject, carefully avoiding any talk about Ray at all. The days became weeks and Lila did her best to keep working. She knew she had taken on too much, and she was always tired. She made her way into the garden one night as the sun was setting and she settled in to her favorite spot to watch. Just the sun setting seemed to be enough to make her emotional these days. She cried for no real reason at all, and for Ray. He hadn’t even tried to call her; he hadn’t tried anything at all.
The morning came and she did her best to drag herself out of bed but she knew she was sick. She called Miss Jeannie and after some discussion she rolled over and snuggled even deeper into the comforter. What she needed was rest, something she’d had very little as of late. By the afternoon she felt a little better and it only confirmed her need for rest. When she woke the next morning feeling the same way she knew she was in trouble.
On one particular day she decided to take a nap, something she was doing more and more of these days. She woke and the sun was setting. She knew he was there, but she didn’t want to face him just yet. Somehow he already knew she was awake.
“I know how you sleep Lila, and I know you're awake. I need you to sit up so I can talk to you… please.”
She sat up carefully, checking her eyes to make sure they were still wet from her tears. She turned to face him. He was sitting there on the chair by the bed, unmoving.
“You don’t owe me anything Ray, really.” She let her eyes meet his.
“Actually, I do. I want to tell you the truth and try and understand.”
“Its fine Ray, I don’t need to understand.” She moved to walk past him but he stopped her his face close to hers.
She let her eyes meet his. “Why are you doing this Ray?”
“You are so beautiful Lila, I’ve missed you.” He pulled her into a hug and despite her reservations she let his arms wrap around her in comfort.
She pulled away slowly, feeling her stomach doing flip flops of another kind. She took a deep breath. “You can’t do this ray, just leave for weeks and then come back and tell me I’m pretty again and think everything is ok.” She pressed her fingers against her temples.
“It’s not like that Lila, not at all. Just let me explain.”
She nodded, unable to speak as a wave of nausea rolled over her.
“I was engaged to her, a long time ago. We drifted apart and I found out she was stealing money from me, and sleeping with a hotel manager. I caught them, and I ended it. Sadly, I broke the guy up pretty good when I found them. He is pressing charges and I had to go back to New York to get them dropped. My lawyer had sent me here for a few weeks until the situation was resolved. I knew if I played along she would go back home with me, and I was right. I called the police and they came and got her, only then did we realize how many times she has done this before. She’s gone, Lila for a good long time.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I just couldn’t tell you until it was over, but trust me being gone has killed me, and I’ve thought about you every d
ay.”
“I see.” She wasn’t sure what to say.
“No, I don’t think you do Lila. I know you and how you think. I know you think somehow that you’re not good enough, but it’s just not true. I never had a good night’s sleep in my life until that night, until you Lila.” He said it with force.
She looked up at him, surprised.
“I don’t know how we are going to make this work, but I guess we will just have to find a way.” He said it with a sense of finality.
“Make what work Ray? I mean, don’t I have a say in anything?” She stood and crossed her arms over her chest.
“No, you don’t. Mainly because I know you love me too, and will try and convince yourself it won’t work or you’re not good enough so I am saying no you don’t get a say.”
“Love you too, huh?”
“Yes, Lila, I love you now come over here and kiss me.”
When she didn’t move he stood, taking a step towards her until she found herself falling back on the bed.
“I need to tell you something too Ray, and it may change everything.” She felt him lay beside her on the bed, his arm pulling her closer so that he could look down on her.
“It’s not possible Lila, nothing will change how I feel. I was running from the commitment and from life but with you I want everything.” He smiled down on her.
“I certainly hope so Ray, because it’s not just us anymore.” She swallowed hard as she looked up at him and with his look of confusion she gently took his hand moving it to her stomach.
She wasn’t sure what to expect from her revelation, but his face took on many expressions until he lit up completely.
“You’re sure? I mean just from one night?” He waited.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been sick for weeks and I took a test, does it change things Ray?”
“Yes it does. I mean I was going to propose later when I could make it memorable but looks like you beat me to it. I guess we will just have to get married sooner.” He shrugged as though it was the most natural thing to say in the world.
She looked up at him flustered. “DO you always get your way Raymond?”
“Yes, yes I do, now shut up and kiss me.”
She smiled and did so, gladly.
PLAYING HIM
Susan
The sounds of the basketball hitting the court floor and the squeaking of shoes as they ground against the lamination of the floor boards my heart racing with excitement almost as much as the gorgeous guy whom I was going one-on-one with. With skill borne of countless hours playing with my opponent and secret crush, Ross. I dribbled the ball down the court, breezing past him with a twirl and leapt up, pushing the ball up and out to sail through the air and into the ring where it rolled around once, twice, then gravity took possession of the ball and dropped it through the net, passing the white, red and blue netting.
“Yes!” I cheered as the alarm on my phone went off, signalling the end of our game. “That’s three to one, my way. Pay up bitch.” I said as I jogged happily to Ross’ side. He shook his head and went to his jacket, pulling his wallet from the pocket he paid out twenty bucks into my waiting hand, thank you very much Ross!
“I gotta remember never to take you up on these bets. You’re going to send me broke, woman.” Ross laughed as he slipped his wallet back in his pocket.
I grinned at him like an idiot “Hey, we can’t all have rich families, nor have a frat house to live in.” I said, stretching my arms above my shoulders, pressing my breasts and hips out as I arched my back, stretching my muscles and relaxing them from the strain of playing against the college’s basketball captain.
I grinned at Ross. He was the sort of guy any girl could gaze at lovingly and hope that he would do the same for her. Chiselled good looks, athletic, smart and damn handsome with dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to go on forever. Yep, I was screwed.
I often had to keep from letting the green monster of jealousy come out every time a pretty girl tried to flirt with Ross. Mostly they kept their distance as they thought that Ross and I were an item at the college, but to my dismay it couldn’t be further from the truth. We were best friends and best friends only. As much as I wanted to change that, I wanted to wait for the right time, and I’d had a feeling that the upcoming Halloween party would be that right time. I just had to make sure I made the right moves at that party.
We walked back to the frat house, which was on the way to my dorm. Other guys took possession of the court, but I kept my ball, waving at them while Ross wished them a good game, good sportsman that he is.
We chatted about mid-terms coming up as we walked. He was studying business, while I was going to try to be a teacher, Physical Education. I loved sports but Basketball was my passion and had been ever since I was a kid. We met in our early teenage years when we both went to a summer basketball camp that catered for both boys and girls.
From that first day we were inseparable, I was always a bit of a tomboy, having more friends who were guys than friends who were girls. Dolls, frilly dresses and tea parties didn’t appeal to me as much as running around shooting each other with Nerf guns, building forts in trees and jeans and tee shirts did, that and basketball, did I mention basketball?
Arriving at his Frat house, we watched as one of the guys who had lost a dare ran laps around the house completely nude while the other guys threw water balloons filled with paint. We laughed as he was splattered in hot pink and purple paint that would probably dye his skin those colors for at least a week. At least they allowed him to wear goggles to protect his eyes.
Ross held his hand out in front of me to make sure that I didn’t get hit by the ‘girly’ colored paint. What a gentleman. Honestly though, if one of those dicks tried to throw one at me I’d catch it and hurl it back at them so hard that they’d be bruised black and blue as well as painted purple. They knew not to mess with me, I’d played Nerf wars with them enough times that they knew that they wanted me on their team, I’d sniped many of Ross’ Frat brothers. I was also a consummate Xbox player, Grand Theft Auto being a favorite game, that and the Battlefield series. I could kick digital ass with the best of those toddlers.
“Hey Susan!” Rodney called out as he threw a water balloon at the hapless streaker whose naked body was streaked with purple and hot pink.
“Yo, Rodney! What’s up?” I shouted back, nodding to him. “You going to be the horse’s ass or the head this year?” I asked him as Ross headed inside.
“Nah, the head,” he replied, pointing at the painted streaker “Logan, the poor bastard got the ass this year.” He laughed as the streaker wiggled his ass cheekily at the taunting Fraternity. “Here, give him a good shot for me.” He said handing me a purple balloon. I lobbed it hard at Logan’s ass, it exploded, spraying paint all across his cheeks and back, and splattering the green grass with purple at his feet.
“Bullseye!” I cheered. “Sorry Logan, Rodney made me do it!” I said with a giggle as I raced away, I felt the water balloon hit the grass behind me and was lucky that I only got a single spot of hot pink on my jeans. I flipped Rodney the bird with a grin as I ran towards my dorm, dribbling the ball expertly as I ran to my single room in the dorm that I shared with about a hundred other chicks at the college.
That night, once again I dreamed of Ross.
I lay in my bed in my dorm, the door opened and he stood there, gloriously nude. Yes, I knew what his package looked like, I’d ‘accidentally’ walked in on him in the shower once or twice at the Frat house… and he was well built. Everywhere. Truly an Adonis in the making, except he isn’t Greek. He stood there, waiting for me. My dorm was strangely spotless, so this was definitely a dream. I rose from my bed, a long silken nightgown flowing from my lithe body (yep, as I said, a dream, I usually sleep in shorts and a tank top) His beautiful cock was hard for me already, I could feel his lust-filled gaze on my body as he approached me.
Strong hands took my face as his lush lips crashed savagely against mine. His
tongue slipping between my parted lips to delve and play freely in my mouth. Slipping and sliding against my tongue he tasted me. My pussy clenched as his hands slipped from my face and roamed my body. Caressing my curves, teasing my nipples with fingers and thumb. I opened my mouth and moan as his mouth latched hard onto a nipple and he sucked hard like a man starved of a tit. His fingers slip between my legs to find my pussy wet with anticipation for entry of another digit… the one that is standing erect between his legs.
Ross fingered me, softly teasing my folds before he slipped in one, two, and then three fingers. I rode him hard, spreading my legs for him, as he shifted his hand and replaced his fingers with the hard, hot head of his cock at my entrance. He entered me in one swift, hard thrust. I knew I wasn’t his first, nor was he mine. That did not matter matter as I had him now and I would never ever let him go. He moved swiftly inside me, bringing us both so sweet release as his thrusts increased in pace and passion, my body heaved against his, shuddering in ecstasy as he finished inside me.
In this dream, I was all woman, not a tomboy, but Ross’s woman.
Ross
Damn, she is gorgeous. Long blonde hair, legs that go on for ages and what a sexy pair of tits. Yes, I’m a legs and tits man. I just can’t help it. She’s the one for me, I know it. The party is in full swing, and I’ve been seeing her for coffees after our business studies classes, she’s only been coming to the college for a few weeks since moving here from interstate and barely knows anyone.
And today, I even notice her full, rounded ass – Oh Holy Mother…the woman is killing me!
I finally got the nerve to invite her to a Frat party. The guys have all met her and given the thumbs up, I just have to get her to pass the Best Friend test. Hopefully Susan will like Becky. I don’t see why she shouldn’t. Susan gets on great with everyone.
Becky made a move that I just can’t ignore. Her hand on my dick makes me instantly hard and she winks at me. Damn girl. I know it’s on. Time to leave the house of the damned and slip on up to my room. I nod to Hank, who is, like all Texans, dressed as a Cowboy, not one of the Dallas Cowboys football team players, but a damn real cowboy, complete with two toy six-shooters, Stetson hat, plaid shirt and jeans with belt and shiny oval buckle, chaps and neckerchief. Of course the joker completes the look with a hobby horse that neighs and makes ‘clippity-clop’ sounds when you press its’ ear. Son of a bitch will win the contest for sure.