by Autumn Avery
“Well, there’s only one way to find out…”
“Darlene,” she says, filling in the blank.
“There’s only one way to find out, Darlene,” I tell her, sliding a hand around her waist and leading her towards the stairs. She giggles as we take the steps. Her laugh is obnoxious, like a cross between a screeching pigeon and a snorting hippo. Let’s hope she doesn’t laugh when she’s getting pounded.
Her body is smoking. Focus on that, I think. You’re not going to have a connection with every girl.
The second we step into my room, Darlene slams the door behind her. By the time I turn around, she’s got her shirt off and is jumping on me, kissing me all over my chest and neck, pulling at my tank top. She’s wearing way too much perfume, and I realize I don’t like the smell.
“You’re so ripped!” She says, almost like she’s telling someone else.
Somehow, she’s pissing me off. It’s desperate. But I raise my arms and let her tug my tank off.
Just treat it like therapy, I tell myself. A good fuck to get Emmy out of your system.
The girl is undeniably smokin’. On a one to ten scale, she’s clocking in at a solid eight and a half, but I’m just not into it. And neither is Walker Johnson Junior. He hasn’t even budged, and that’s rare for me.
Get in the game, I tell myself, trying to rally with a little mental pep talk.
The girl pulls my face to her and moves to kiss me, but she tastes like stale beer and I’m just not feeling it. I pull away.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, stroking my neck with her fingernails.
“Nothing, I uh—” I stammer, unsure of what the Hell to say.
What IS wrong?
“We can skip the lovey-dovey stuff if you want,” she says, sliding off my lap and onto her knees in front of me. “I know you football boys like to go right for the endzone.”
Shit, this girl moves fast!
With one swift tug, she pulls my sweats and boxers down to my ankles.
“Ooooh!” She giggles, reaching out for my goods. “Let’s get this party started!”
Just then, the door to my bedroom opens.
I look up to see Emmy standing there, looking absolutely horrified.
“I should have known!” she says, disgusted, before turning and running from the room.
“Emmy!” I shout, standing up so fast I accidentally knock Darlene on her ass. “Emmy, Wait!”
Forgetting my clothes, I race down the hall after her, but Emmy is already halfway down the stairs. “Emmy! It’s not what it looked like!”
I hit the ground floor running, and hear a cheer from the crowd. I’m completely naked. Emmy is heading out the front door. I grab a pillow off the couch, hold it over my crotch, and race out after her.
“Emmy, stop!” I plead, chasing after her as she strides quickly across the lawn.
“Woo, yeah!” Someone shouts from a keg to my right.
“Get her, Walker!” Someone else yells.
“I should have fucking known!” Emmy shouts over her shoulder. “You are a pig!”
“I’m a pig!?” I roar indignantly. “What am I supposed to be doing? Holding out for you!?”
“Oh, go fuck her, Walker. Go fuck every girl on campus! We all know that’s what you want to do!”
“Fuck you!” I shout after her, letting my anger get the best of me.
“No! Don’t fuck me!” She screams, finally turning around, her face red with anger. “You know, I really thought you might have changed, Walker. I don’t know why. I guess you’re just that good of a bullshitter.”
“What are you mad at me for, Emmy? Huh?” I challenge her. “What do you care if I’m fucking some slut at my party?”
“I don’t!” Emmy lies, waving her hands in the air. “Do whatever you want, Walker!”
She spins on her heels and moves to go, but I stop her, reaching out and taking her by the arm.
“Don’t walk away from me!”
“Let go, asshole!” She shouts, trying to pull herself free, looking angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
“No!” I say, loudly enough to get her to stop freaking out for a second. “Not until you tell me where you’ve been for the last month.”
I want answer, and I think I’m entitled to one when a girl decides to ghost me for a month and then barge in on me, in my bedroom, unannounced.
“Where have you been? How about that?”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me,” I admit. “You ran off on me and that was the last I saw of you.”
“So you just go running back into the arms of the sluts!?”
I let go of Emmy and let out a deep sigh. “That’s what you think, huh?”
“That’s what it looked like!”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you, Emmy,” I tell her, dropping the truth bomb. She looks back skeptically, but still angry.
“So who was that girl? Your tailor? Fitting you for some new sweat pants?”
“I wasn’t into her, Emmy,” I say quickly. “She was coming onto me, and I thought I was going to go through with it. But I couldn’t. You came in before I could tell her to get out.”
Emmy’s lips twist in thought. I can almost see her mind working, processing this new information. I never take my eyes off her. She’s so cute when she’s mad, I think, realizing just how much I’ve missed her.
There must be something wrong with me, falling for a girl like this. Our relationship is explosive to say the least.
Relationship…
We don’t have a relationship. At least not now. Not anymore. But she’s here now. She came back. Why?
“Why are you here, Emmy?” I ask her. “You can’t think I’m that much of a scumbag, or you wouldn’t have come back.”
“What if I’m here for a story?” She sneers.
“You did your story. What’s the real reason?”
It takes a long time for her to answer. I can hear people laughing behind me, probably snapping pictures of my bare butt to post on the internet, but I don’t care. This is more important.
Finally, she opens her mouth, and I hear the answer.
“Walker,” she says. “I’m pregnant.”
Her words linger in the air like a ghost – something I know is there, but I can’t quite get ahold of.
Did she really just say what I think she said?
Now I’m the one being watched. I can see her staring intently at me, trying to read my expression. I’m trying to stay calm, but I have no idea what I look like. I must be frowning, because her reaction isn’t great.
“That bad, huh?” She asks.
“No!” I say quickly, stepping closer to her. “I mean – are you sure it’s…mine?”
Her first reply is a slap on the shoulder. “Yes! How can you even ask me that?”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” I protest. “I mean…it’s not Ronald’s?”
“Unless he used a turkey baster on me in my sleep, then yeah, it’s yours.”
“You two never—“
“No,” Emmy says firmly. “It’s yours, Walker. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
I think back to that night – that scorching hot session in my bed. Did I wear a condom? I always do. I have a massive stash in a box right by my headboard so I’m never caught off guard. But did I reach for one?
I replay the night in my mind…taking off her clothes, kneeling down between her legs, watching her face twist and twitch with every stroke from my tongue.
I didn’t, I realize.
To most guys, this would be life-ending news, and they’d be freaking out right now. I should be. But I’m not. There’s something stirring inside me that I’ve never felt before, and as it reaches the surface, I realize what it is: pride.
I’m proud to be the father of Emmy’s child. Emmy is a woman I’d be proud to have as mine.
“Say something!” She shouts, slamming her arms at her sides. I realize I’ve been staring dumbly at her for at least thirty seconds.
/> “This is great,” I say softly. I watch her whole expression change. She’s been on edge this whole time. I can’t imagine what it took for her to come over her tonight to tell me the news, and then she busts in to see me with Darlene…I’d be pissed off too.
But I don’t think she was expecting this reaction from me.
Most girls wouldn’t. They know this is doomsday news for a college athlete. Child support payments for the next eighteen years at least, and none of them are going to want to stick around and be a father. But that’s not me. That’s not how I am.
“Emmy,” I say, stepping closer, taking her hand in mine. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the game. And I have to think, from you coming here tonight, that you feel the same way.”
“I—I do,” she says, her voice almost a whisper. Her hand is warm in mine. She’s sweating. The wind blows, flooding my nostrils with her scent. Inhaling deeply, I pull her closer to me, feeling her soft skin against mine. She’s warm. She feels familiar – like home.
“I think I – I love you, Emmy.”
There. I put it out there. I dropped the L bomb. Let’s see how she reacts.
Emmy looks shocked. But it’s a good shocked. She looks relieved, and I feel her hand tighten against mine. I hear her take a sharp breath and she lowers her head.
“I think…” she says, raising her eyes to mine. “I love you too.”
My heart almost jumps out of my chest. I feel like a little kid again and want to jump up and down like a goofball. But I don’t. Shit, there are people watching. Seeing my ass is one thing, but come on now.
“I’ll be there for you, Emmy. And the baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Before she can react, I pull her close and kiss her. Her lips are heaven against mine. I even love the way she tastes. Every inch of this girl is perfection in my eyes. I slide my tongue into her mouth, kissing hungrily, pulling her even closer against me. I slide my free arm around her waist, gripping her tightly.
Walker Johnson Junior is apparently in love too, because he starts to stand at attention. Unlike Darlene, Emmy knows how to get me going. She must notice, because she pulls away and stares into my eyes.
“Walker,” she whispers. “We’re in the middle of the street.”
We both laugh. Looking behind me, I see quite a crowd of spectators has gathered, and are watching intently like we’re their own personal soap opera.
“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” I tell her, using my free hand to take hers. “All right, folks. Show’s over!”
The crowd laughs and fake boos as Emmy and I pass. We head inside and take the steps up to the second floor. My bedroom is empty, thank God, and I pull Emmy inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it.
When I turn around, I see her standing at the foot of my bed, already pulling her shirt off.
“What a rack,” I say with a cocky smile. Emmy lets out a soft giggle. Walker Junior’s ready to come off the bench. I drop the pillow and step over to her, pulling the button of her pants open. She must be ticklish. I can feel her stomach tense up as my fingers brush across her skin.
We kiss, and it’s electric. I run my hands down her lower back and grab her pants, tugging them down over her ample ass. She moans into my mouth as I grip her tightly. Fuck! I think. She’s so firm.
I spank her hard with one hand. I have to do it. A body like this – I can’t control myself. Emmy likes it, and bites my lower lip hungrily. I kiss her deeper and push her down onto the bed, using one hand to pull her pants all the way off. I run my hand up her smooth legs and press two fingers against her panties, feeling the moist cloth signaling her arousal.
I can’t take it any longer. This last month has been torture, and I can’t draw things out any longer with foreplay. Surprising even myself, I grab her panties and tear them off her, snapping the waistband. Before she can react, I plunge my cock inside her.
“Fuck!” I growl, snatching her hair with both hands, pulling her face to mine as I push all of my length inside her. I watch her eyes go wide as I fill her up until she can’t take anymore. Her expression is almost one of shock, as if she forgot how big I am.
But then she’s overwhelmed with pleasure. We both are. I start thrusting, using my grip on her hair to pull her body towards mine with every thrust. She spreads her legs wide for me, and I can feel her wetness against my legs. With each stroke from my cock, Emmy lets out a soft moan, almost inaudible, that drives me wild.
She’s so tight around my dick. It’s like she’s pulling on me every time I pull back, demanding I go deeper. I bring my lips to one of her nipples and kiss gently, teasing her with slow, long strokes. She gasps and grabs my back with both hands, digging her nails in, gripping me tightly.
“Fuck me, Walker,” she says. Her words inflame me, and I raise up and sit back on my feet, gripping her tightly by the waist, pulling her all the way onto my cock. This angle is even better, and Emmy’s eyes roll back as I start to fuck her. Hard.
My cock slides in and out of her, pounding her as I release all the pent-up tension from the last month. I’ve wanted this so bad. It was only when I entered her that I realized just how much.
Watching her breasts bounce, I pick up the pace. I can feel her tightening up against my cock and know that she has to be close. Already, I think proudly. I move my hands from her hips to her breasts and take hold.
Beautiful.
“You like that?” I ask her, wanting to hear it from her.
“Yes!” She gasps.
I move my hands from her breasts and slide them underneath her, gripping her ass as I fuck her. This girl’s body is phenomenal. I’m like an animal. She’s driving me wild. I can’t get enough. Her skin, her warmth, her scent. I’m possessed.
Fucking her hard, I lean down and kiss her neck. She smells so good. I can’t contain myself. I bite her neck. Not hard, but just enough to hurt. I hear her gasp, from surprise or from the pain, but she loves it.
Both of her legs wrap around me, pulling me in, begging me to fuck her harder.
“I’m close,” she tells me as I drive my cock inside her, feeling her pussy clamp down.
“Cum for me,” I tell her, needing to see it, needing to feel it.
I give her one extra deep push that sends her over the edge.
“Yes!” She shouts, her back arching off the bed as she climaxes. With one hand, I push her back flat and keep fucking her through her orgasm. “Oh, God!”
She grabs my pillow and smothers her own face with it to stifle the scream. I watch her beautiful breasts bounce as I continue to fuck her, feeling each pulse of her orgasm through her pussy as it clenches down on my cock.
As she finishes, I snatch the pillow away and kiss her, bringing our sweaty faces together. She can barely kiss back, so I suck her bottom lip gently and brush the hair from her face.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask her.
All she can do is nod. This girl is amazing. She’s no college league ball; Emmy is the Super Bowl.
I slow down, lift her leg and slide down beside her so we’re spooning. From this angle I can slip my hand between her legs and play with her while I fuck her. As soon as my fingers find her clit, Emmy throws her head back.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Walker – Oh my God!”
She turns her head back to face me, slipping an arm around my shoulders as I give it to her nice and slow, using my finger to stimulate her. “I don’t know if I can take it,” she tells me.
“You can,” I say back.
She feels amazing, and it’s all I can do to hold out. Even fucking her slow like this is incredible. It’s impossible for me to get enough of her. I want to bite her, taste her, devour her whole. Something primal in me screams to get out as I run my hand up her body, caressing her leg, her thigh, her hips and breasts.
Her smell is like a drug, and I inhale deeply as I kiss her ear and neck. I’ve never been so possessed by a girl in all my life.
Emmy�
��s legs start to twitch, and I can feel her getting close. My cock is a hot steel rod inside her, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold out any longer. Emmy can feel it too. She turns to me and looks into my eyes.
“Are you close?” She asks.
“Yes,” I tell her.
“Cum with me,” she pleads through lustful eyes. “I want to cum with you.”
“Fuck yea,” I tell her, pressing our foreheads together. My fingers move faster on her clit. Emmy’s legs twitch and I feel her tighten up. My cock flexes, warning me of what’s to come. We’re both almost there. Emmy’s eyes widen, and I feel it.
“I’m cumming!” She tells me. I go over the edge too.
My cock twitches hard and I shoot my load inside her. “Yes!” She shouts as I spray my cum. Our orgasms are in sync. Every twitch from her pussy is followed by a pulse from my cock.
I’m cumming inside her, marking her as mine. She is mine. She’s carrying my child, and she’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve seen in my life.
We’re both soaked with sweat as we come down together. I stay inside her for some time, still hard, and when I finally pull out, we both groan.
“The worst part,” she says, turning on the bed to face me.
“I wish I could stay in you all night,” I tell her, brushing her hair aside and kissing her gently on the cheek.
“What, are you only good for one round?” She jokes.
“Gimme five minutes, and I’ll be good to go.”
“Why don’t we make it ten?” She says with a laugh. “Or you might kill me.”
We stare into each others eyes for what seems like an eternity, the mayhem of the party downstairs a dull roar through the floorboards. I could stay here forever, I think.
A soft breeze comes through the cracked window, and I feel goose bumps raise on Emmy’s skin. It’s a cool night for Texas, and I pull the sheet over her body to keep her warm.
“Thank you,” she says, closing her eyes and nuzzling close to my neck.
“Of course,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her.
“I don’t want to get up,” she says.
“So don’t,” I tell her. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”
“You want me to stay?” She asks sheepishly, almost like she’s scared of the answer. She has to know by now how I feel about her. I lift her chin and bring her eyes to mine.