by ANDREA SMITH
Oh My God - a college jock!
“How old are you, Vincent?” I asked.
“I'll be twenty-two next April,” he answered.
Hmm... younger than me. Does that officially make me a ‘cougar’ where Vincent's concerned?
As it turned out, his friend Leonard worked at LSU and was twenty-five. Just two years younger than Georgia. I guess we were both "cougars" tonight.
We sipped our drinks totally engaged in our conversations with these two LSU guys. Even though I wasn't native of Baton Rouge, I knew about the LSU Tigers. Trey watched college and pro football so I was familiar with the league. They were quite beloved, not just in Baton Rouge, but all through the Deep South.
“What position do you play?” I asked him.
“I’m a defensive back,” he replied.
I wasn’t quite sure what that involved so I faked it.
“Really? That's so awesome,” I replied. “I mean you put yourself right out there with all of the risk of that opposing offense.”
“Yeah. You get that don’t you?” he said beaming. “We’re playing ‘Bama at home next weekend. I'd love it if you were there. I can get tickets for you and your friend here,” he offered, “I mean if you'd like to see a live game.”
“Oh my God, I'd love it!” I squealed delightedly.
Where the hell's all of this coming from?
I didn’t know squat about football. My expertise with the game was seeing it on the flat screen while walking past the living room while Trey was watching it, or occasionally in the bedroom after sex and before I drifted off to sleep. That was it.
“But I’ll have to check with Georgia,” I lied, “I’m not sure whether she works her normal shift next weekend.”
“Well let me know,” he said smiling at me. “I’d love for you to be there cheering me on in the stands.”
The guys bought us a couple of more drinks and then we were out on the dance floor having a blast. We finally took a break to go to the ‘ladies’ room.
“Oh my God,” Georgia giggled, “I'm having such a good time!”
“I am too,” I laughed. “My guy's a football jock for LSU.”
“No shit?”
“My guy's the athletic director for male sports at LSU. How fucking awesome is that?”
“He is?” I asked, “That's totally awesome.”
We were giggling like a couple of teenagers in high school.
“So,” I said, putting fresh lipstick on and brushing my hair out, “what are the plans for you and Leonard this evening?”
“What?” she asked looking over at me. “I don’t really do that kind of thing. That’s more along Leanne’s line. It’s not me. But hey, I don’t judge. If you and Vincent want to hook up that’s fine.”
I was horrified with myself. Why had I presumed Georgia was some easy lay when I knew in fact I wasn’t and she seemed so very much like me? I'd offended her I could tell.
“Hey Georgia, I’m a little drunk and quite frankly, out of my element with the whole singles world because I never really experienced it. I'm sorry if I've offended you. I wasn’t trying to make it sound like you're easy. You see, I don’t have a point of reference on any of this. I’m totally out of my comfort zone. All I know is I'm having fun but I'm not about to get physical with Vincent.”
“Well me either with Leonard. We’ll just stick together then.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggled.
We went back out and found Danny and Leanne at the bar where our new ‘guys’ were still standing waiting for us.
“There they are,” Leonard announced as we got closer.
Just then the band started back up with their last set of the evening.
Holy Shit! What time is it?
I found the clock on the wall and saw that it was 12:30. The bar closed at 1:00 AM.
The song they started was one very familiar to me. It was the same song that the band had done at the club the night of my 21st birthday. It was the one my OMD called, ‘If You Leave.’ It totally reminded me of Trey.
“Come on,” Vincent said, taking my hand, “I want to dance with the prettiest girl in this club tonight.”
He led me onto the dance floor and we danced to the song. I was surprised at how agile he was on the dance floor. He was a football player but yet he was graceful on the dance floor. I'd read somewhere that some football players actually took ballet and jazz dance lessons so that they could be very agile and flexible at their sport.
I melted into his strong arms feeling safe and secure with my football player. He'd been the perfect southern gentleman all evening. I hadn’t shared my life story with him even though he'd asked me about my life and interests. We were less than a year apart in age but yet I felt like I'd lived far beyond his years. He was studying law at LSU - how totally bizarre was that?
The song finished and I looked for Georgia. She was over at the bar writing her number down for Leonard. I walked over to where she was; Vincent had his hand on the small of my back as we returned to the bar.
I looked around for Danny. He was nowhere to be found. Neither was Leanne.
“Where’s Danny?” I asked Georgia.
“Oh, he and Leanne just left.”
“Well that’s just freaking great,” I said. “How in the hell am I supposed to get home?”
“I know,” she said. “Leanne told me to take her car to get myself home and then forgot to give me her keys. Leonard's giving me a ride home. I’m sure he'll drop you as well.”
“There's no problem here,” Vincent said, taking my arm. “I'll see that Tylar gets home safe and sound.”
Georgia looked over at me showing concern. She wanted to make sure I was good with that. I was furious with Danny. He was going to get the better part of my wrath when I saw his sorry ass next. I suppose it made no difference whether Leonard took me home or Vincent.
“Vincent if you're sure that it's no trouble. It’s not that far from here.”
“It’s no problem,” he answered sweetly, helping me on with my jacket. “I'd be happy to see you home.”
He grabbed his LSU jacket shrugging it on and placed his hand on my elbow, guiding me through the still crowded club.
“My car's right over there,” he nodded. He drove a newer model Jeep. Vincent opened the passenger side door helping me up into his car. I wanted to kick myself in the ass for ending up in this situation. I truly hoped I didn’t end up in a ditch somewhere along the way home with my throat slit. I should've phoned my dad to send a car but I was afraid that would seem too pretentious. What the hell would he think any way when he drove up the drive to my father’s estate to drop me off? That had pretentious written all over it.
I just wanted to be an anonymous chick right now. I didn’t want to be anyone’s daughter; I didn’t want to be anyone’s wife. I simply wanted to be Tylar Sinclair of Baton Rouge.
I gave him directions to the house along the winding county roads. He asked me what I did for a living. I told him that I worked with horses, which was true. He seemed fascinated by it, asking me questions about dressage and the thoroughbreds I'd mentioned.
He let out a low whistle when we pulled up into the long, curving driveway of my father’s estate.
“Wow,” he said, “very impressive.”
“The bunkhouse for the hands is around back I directed him.”
Still not a lie!
He pulled up in the parking area next to the stables as I instructed.
“Thanks for the lift home,” I said cordially. “It was really nice meeting you.”
“Tylar,” he said hesitantly, “I don’t want to be too forward but would it be okay for me to give you a call sometime? I really enjoyed this evening.”
“Oh Vincent,” I replied, “I had a great time too, but my life's is a little complicated right now. It’s hard to explain.”
“I understand,” he sighed. “Can’t blame a guy for trying I guess.”
He pulled a pen and a pock
et notebook out of his glove box and scribbled something on the paper.
“Here,” he said, “this is my cell number. If you ever want to talk or maybe grab something to eat one evening will you please give me a call? I’d really like to see you again.”
“Sure,” I said smiling taking the piece of paper from him and stuffing it into my purse. He opened his door to get out so that he could help me from the Jeep. As I turned and jumped out, his arms caught me in an embrace.
He hugged me gently stroking my hair. He didn’t try anything further.
“Good night,” he said softly. “I’ll watch to make sure that you get in alright.”
I turned from him and went inside the stables, climbing the steps to the upstairs loft on the side where Danny’s apartment was. I expected Danny wouldn't be back anytime soon since he'd gone off with skanky Leanne.
I sat there for several minutes in order to give Vincent time to drive away. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the country. It was quiet and pleasant. It gave a person the opportunity to think and to reflect. It was a very healing atmosphere.
Right now it was Trey that filled my mind. Part of me wanted him in my bed tonight. I wanted him to make love to me as if the past several weeks hadn't happened. I closed my eyes remembering his touch and his kisses. Then the memory of him kissing Amber was there in crystal clear imagery. His arms wrapped around her, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his dick getting hard for her.
I needed to get away from that memory. I jumped up and started down the hallway towards the stairs when I heard the door to the stables open.
Holy Shit! Is Vincent back?
I quietly seated myself in the corner of the hallway in the loft and curled up as tightly as I could, out of sight. I buried my head into my knees. I was actually afraid though I didn’t know why. I heard footsteps on the wooden staircase.
Should I scream and hope for the best? Am I simply too paranoid?
The footsteps stopped as whomever it was reached the hallway. I was balled up in the corner as small as I could possibly get.
“Tylar?”
Oh thank God - it's Danny.
“Tylar for God’s sake are you all right?”
He was at my side in a second, scooping me up into his strong arms with a look of total panic on his face. This was not the usual impassive and complacent Danny.
He held me tightly as he kicked open the door to his loft apartment taking me inside. He settled me on his sofa and quickly turned a lamp on so that he could look at me to see why I would've balled myself up in a corner like a frightened animal. How could I possibly explain that to him?
“Sweetie,” he breathed with a sigh of relief, “did someone hurt you?”
“Yes,” I said my voice quivering; the image of Trey and Amber was still vivid to me, “but not tonight.”
He was gently stroking my hair back off of my face.
“I don’t understand,” he said softly. “Are you okay or not?”
“Not,” I replied, the tears flooding out of my eyes.
He pulled me onto his lap smoothing my hair back and talking to me gently. He was trying to figure out what had happened. He asked me whose ass he needed to kick. There was no way that I could explain what had happened to me or how I was feeling. I didn’t understand it myself.
“Why'd you leave me there without a ride home?”
“I just gave Leanne a ride home. I went back to the bar but you were gone.”
“I thought you'd left with Leanne.”
“Leanne and I aren't together. She asked for a ride home because she was too drunk. I dropped her off, went back by the bar and didn’t see you so I came home,” he replied softly, brushing a soft kiss against my cheek.
“Do you think for one moment that I would have anything to do with a chick like that?”
“I don’t know how guys think, Danny,” I answered truthfully. “That's why I’m just so totally clueless.”
“Aww sweetie - you’re not clueless. You’re a sweet, sweet innocent and it’s totally sexy.”
“It is?” I asked in my clueless tone.
“It is,” he said, kissing my lips softly.
I liked his touch. It was warm and sensitive and dangerous. That was a new feeling to me and I liked it. I raised my face to his and found his lips with mine. We kissed warmly and passionately. It was different than with Trey but not at all un-pleasurable. On the contrary, it was new territory for me.
Danny pulled me to him and our kiss grew in passion and in longing. He lifted me from his couch and carried me into his bedroom. He switched the light switch on that illuminated his bedside lamp. His room was neat and orderly. Everything was clean and in its place.
What the fuck am I doing?
I said nothing as he gently placed me on his bed. His blue eyes were smoldering as he slowly and methodically undressed himself in front of me. He was muscular and sexy. He was wearing only his boxers as he reclined on the bed next to me and gently pulled my sweater up over my head.
I need to leave. I totally need to jump up and run like hell out of here!
But I didn’t leave. I stayed. I let Danny undress me slowly and provocatively. He murmured softly to me how beautiful and sexy I was; he kissed my lips, my neck and lowered his mouth to my breasts suckling them gently, his tongue tracing circular patterns around the nipples.
God this feels so good...
His lips lowered still as his expert hands had managed to remove my jeans. He hooked his thumbs into my silk thong pulling it down and away from me. His lips traced a pattern downward from my navel ring to my sex. He made sweet sensual love to me down there. I shivered with excitement as his tongue expertly worked magic. I felt him rise up pulling his boxers off.
“Danny,” I said my voice husky, “do you have a condom?”
“Yeah ‘Little Bit,’ not to worry.”
He reached over to his nightstand drawer expertly opening it and removed a condom. I kept my eyes squeezed shut. I wasn’t ready to see another man’s junk apart from Trey’s. I needed to do this if only because I didn’t know another man’s touch aside from Trey’s. I needed a point of reference. Perhaps it would tell me what I needed to know about myself.
I heard Danny ripping open the foil packet. I knew he was removing the condom; I knew approximately how long it would take to roll it onto his erection and poise himself above me before he guided it into my pussy.
Now was the time to stop him if I was going to. I was frantic to do the right thing. I realized that the right thing was to let this play out. Right or wrong, I needed to know another man’s touch. I needed to know if what Trey and I had, or what I perceived Trey and I as having was something over and beyond a simple physical attraction.
I continued to squeeze my eyes shut; I was tensed up.
“Hey baby,” he said to me, “it’s all good. I want to make love to you alright?”
“No - fuck me Danny,” I rasped, “fuck me now.”
I felt him guide his erection into me gently.
“Oh baby, you're tight. God you're so sweet,” he whispered to me. “You feel so good.”
He started moving inside of me slowly and methodically. His hips gyrated in a circular motion, slow and steady. My body started warming to his touch. This did feel good. This was another man inside of my body and it did feel good.
I started moving in rhythm with him. My hips gyrated with his in perfect rhythm. His lips were on mine, kissing me with urgency. I heard him moan with pleasure as his thrusting increased.
I suddenly realized that I wasn't feeling that same pleasure; he wasn’t hitting my sweet spot. I knew I didn’t want him to anyway. It was meant for another. This didn’t feel right at all. I couldn’t stand the thought of another man being inside of me.
Oh God! How fucked up is this??
I pushed against his chest with my fists.
“Stop,” I cried out. “I can’t do this!”
“What?”
He'd stopped
his movements inside of me. He was staring down at me in total confusion. He pulled out of me and sat back on his haunches. I could hear his heavy breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“What the hell?”
“I’m sorry! I'm so sorry, Danny. I just can’t do this!”