by Kay Blake
I thought about what he had said. Of course, I did. Much longer than I wanted to. He had hurt me both intentionally and unintentionally. And unknown to him, I carried that hurt with me for a long time, and when I saw his name again it brought back all of those feelings. The pain. The pushing and pulling. All of it. And the sex. Man the sex. I felt the color rise in my cheeks. I decided to lie instead.
“No. Not really. It doesn’t make sense to dwell too much on the past. It does nobody any good to do that sort of thing.”
Who was I kidding? I was the queen of that. But there was no sense of pointing that out there because he didn’t need to know that. And most importantly, nothing was going to happen between the two of us ever again.
“I do. A lot. More than I rather admit, but it’s true. I wish things ended differently.”
“I used to think about that too. I mean things ending differently than it did.”
And it was true. But I was staying away from the minefield. However, there was a part of me that wouldn’t admit that sometimes I did miss him. And I hated myself for it. It made me think about college and the topsy-turvy relationship we had. He was so bad for me, but for some reason, I was addicted to him like a feen to a drug. And as with most drugs, the withdrawals were fucking brutal.
Chapter Three
Adrian
Ocean View University, Florida (2004)
It was twenty minutes after practice and I walked back to my dorm room, high off the adrenaline. Ever since training camp all of us made sure to give it our all, even in practice, because the season started in a week. I was ready for it all. I was Adrian Kai Mahina Robinson. The best damn linebacker, Ocean View had ever seen.
As usual, I was looking for something to get into or someone to get into. It wasn’t like I didn’t have the girls on campus eating out of my hand, because I did. But my motto was to never be with one woman for too long of a time. I was young and mostly carefree. Girls tended to want to get too attached and expect a relationship, and I didn’t have time for that. I was a football star on campus and I knew I would be one in the NFL one day. I was in my junior year of college and I was a damn good player at all. So, I kept my prospects open all the time. I didn’t need to be tied down. I played hard and worked hard. College was supposed to be for those things right? Football and Fun. Fun and football. No in between. What could be better than that?
I made my way across campus to my dorm room. I shared a room with my Tommy. We were both on the team. He was the quarterback and I was a linebacker. Two different parts of the team, but one big machine. He was my best friend and the one who dealt with all my crap mostly.
As I made my way across the field that led to my dorm, I saw a girl walking with a tight skirt on and a shirt that showed all of her cleavage. She had nice big breasts. Being the guy I was, of course, I stared. I turned around to walk backward, watching as the girl waved and I smiled. Maybe I should head in her direction. I stepped once more, and knocked into something, or rather someone.
Turning around, a girl stood there, bending down, as she picked up her books from the floor. I went to help her and she shook her head in a silent no. She stood up, her brown hair blew in her face and over her eyes from the wind. Her brow furrowed with anger.
“You really need to watch where you’re going?” she said.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I replied with a shrug.
“Obviously,” she said with a slight sniffle.
It was then that I realized that something seemed off. As if she was crying. Usually, I would ignore any girl crying because I didn’t like tears. Actually, it was one of the things I tried to steer away from. But as she stood there her eyes watery, I felt uncomfortable.
“Uh, are you okay?” I asked, shifting my feet a little feeling awkward. This wasn’t my norm. I usually didn’t care about this kind of thing, but her face looked so sad. Sad and pretty at the same time.
She looked up at me then, moving her hair out of her face as if that would help her see me better. Wiping her face, she shook her head no.
“No. But I will be. Thanks for asking,” she said and then she continued on her path.
She was pretty. Really pretty. Her brown skin was damn near glowing. It threw me off, but only for a few seconds. I wasn’t chasing after any girl. As I watched her fleeting figure, I realized that I really didn’t care anymore. I shrugged and kept it moving to my dorm room. Once I reached my dorm room, I crashed on my bed, still elated from my practice. Coach had said that there were many prospects looking at me this year, and I was excited about that. It wasn’t like I was one of those guys who had a bad upbringing and was using this to get a new life. Sure, having money that was my own would be great, but my mom was well off, and my dad was rich. Rich enough that I never wanted for anything. We didn’t really agree on things, and I really didn’t care about it. Nobody or nothing was going to stop me from playing football. I didn’t care who it pissed off.
I put the remote on my television on and lowered the volume. Flipping through the channels, I stopped when it reached one of those channels that played music. Not really something I wanted to watch, but it was okay. I was tired anyway. Not even five minutes later I felt my eyes getting heavy.
About three hours later, I woke up and realized that I napped longer than I wanted to. I looked at the clock on my desk and got up. I had tons of homework to do, but right now I had more pressing matters to attend to, like letting off a little bit of steam. I knew who would be willing to have a little fun tonight. I picked up my Nokia phone and texted Abby. I think that was her name. But it didn’t matter, I just wanted an hour or two.
Thirty minutes later, I laid on the small bed in Abby’s dorm room. My pants were around my ankles and Abby was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my dick. Just the way I liked it too. She had definitely improved since the last time I saw her. This night was getting better and better.
I closed my eyes, relishing the fact that I was close to busting a nut and then I could be deep inside of her until I was done. And while that didn’t seem like that would be a big deal to anyone else that wasn’t me. I didn’t care.
She made a noise with her mouth, and I grunted. God damn, this was good. I felt my dick throb in her mouth as I let loose cursing under my breath. Sure, I could’ve warned her that I was coming, but then again at the moment I didn’t care. And by the way, she was lapping it all up, I really didn’t think she cared.
After that, she stood up and smiled.
“So you ready for round two?” she said with a wide grin on her face.
“Fuck yeah I am,” I said, getting up and throwing her on the bed.
I was more than ready.
Chapter Four
Leah
I groaned as I made my way through the stands of the school stadium. Our school’s football team The Vipers was about to play their first game of the season. For some reason, Marcy thought it would be okay to drag me here with her because she reported the sports stories for the school’s newspaper. I knew also that it had to do with the fact that she was kind of seeing the QB of the football team, but she always vehemently denied that. I think something started with the two of them in our freshman year, but I couldn’t be sure.
We sat in what she said was her normal seats from the year before and I prepared myself for the screams and the loud chants of the school in the stadium or as we students called it The Pit. This school was known for having one of the best team support systems, and no matter how appreciative I was for good ol’ school spirit, I would have rather been in my room finishing up my article or reading a book. Yes, I was one of the girls who loved books. Loved them.
Our team was doing great, and I watched as the school got pumped as the team scored another touchdown. Marcy was jumping up and down and I was sure it was because of the player wearing the number 10. He was the QB. I found myself drawn to the big guy with the dark hair, wearing a jersey with the number 47. I think he was a linebacker. And he wa
s doing his thing. He already sacked the quarterback from Miami University.
By the last few seconds of the game, I couldn’t help, but be caught up in everyone else’s excitement. This was a damn good game. The kind of game that had you clutching at your chest, hoping that the team pulled off the win. It was much too close. When the seconds ticked down to zero, everyone cheered and it sounded like the cheers of those in a rock concert happy to be a part of it all.
“Oh my God! How exciting was that? Like this was freaking amazing,” Marcy said. She grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” I grabbed my bag and followed her through the crowd until we reached the sidelines where the team was.
I could see the QB Tommy Allen eyeing Marcy and he ran over to her. Tommy was a blond, blue-eyed god. He was very handsome. I could see the appeal and why Marcy may have been smitten.
“Thanks for being here,” he said to her and pulled her into a hug. I smiled at that because it was sweet. And after dealing with my parent’s constant disappointment in my college choices, I could use all the lovey-dovey stuff I could get. It was a nice change of pace.
Once they pulled apart, Marcy turned towards me.
“Tommy, this is my friend Leah. Leah, this is Tommy.”
“Hey, Tommy. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said, trying to talk over the crowd, reaching my hand out to shake his hand.
“I’ve heard a lot about you as well. We don’t do handshakes around here,” he said, giving me a hug. I laughed.
“You’re a friendly one.”
“For the most part. It’s nice to meet you. .”
The guy that I was watching on the field ran up to us.
“That was a great fucking game,” he said loudly to Tommy.
“It was. You were great out there Adrian. As always.”
Adrian. Why did he look so damn familiar? And then it hit me. He was the guy who saw me crying. The same guy who bumped into me because he was watching some girl in a skirt. He asked me was I okay, but I was angry about many things. So, that explained why he was so damn massive. He was a football player. And even with him standing here, I felt he took up much too space even on the football field. I couldn’t tell if I liked that or not. His arms were huge and his jersey almost looked like I could see every single one of his abs.
“You were too man,” he said, clapping Tommy hard on his back. He ran his hands through his hair, sweat glistening on his face.
“I’m so pumped right now, I could just kiss someone.”
And as he said that, he looked at me with a curious glance on his face, and he grabbed my shoulders and placed his lips roughly on mine.
I froze momentarily shocked that it had happened. Appalled that he thought that was okay and annoyed that he thought this was a take charge kind of moment with a person he didn’t even know.
I pushed my hands into his chest and he was damn near unmovable. He was a solid mass. He pulled away from me then, a cocky glance on his face.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed at him, embarrassed that he did that. Shaking with anger, my hands balled into tiny fists.
“Relax! It was just as a kiss.”
Just a kiss! Like who the fuck did this douche think he was?
“No. It’s not okay to just go up to people and kiss them, asshole.”
“It’s not a big deal,” he said with a shrug.
I didn’t know if I was still pumped from the game, or what had come over me as this wasn’t my normal behavior, but I felt my right hand rise quickly and I slapped him. Hard. Or hard enough for me. “Save that shit for someone else. Because I’m not one of the bimbos you’re probably used to.”
He held his face, with a mix of shock and amusement on his face. And then he gave that cocky grin that became a signature of his.
“Most girls would die to kiss me.”
“Adrian, right? I’m not most girls. You’re not that damn special. You’re an ass. Truly.” And with that, I spun around and walked away. Sure, I felt bad for slapping him. I knew it wasn’t okay to do that, but I also felt in a way he had it coming. Who just came up to people and do that anyway? Stupid fucking jock.
I would apologize to Marcy later for leaving. But I had to get away from this sports stuff. I had to get back to my apartment. And away from that football player named Adrian.
But, boy how wrong I was in thinking that would be the last time I would have to interact with him.
Chapter Five
Adrian
A few weeks later Tommy and I made my way to the bar that was hosting a party for the football team. It was the usual thing to do after the win. Our team was on a roll, and what better way was it than to celebrate another win. Besides, we would be on the road for the two next weeks. Tommy was driving and I was in the passenger seat as the music flowed from the car’s speakers. I was all too ready to party and have a good time. We arrived fifteen minutes later and it was crowded. Making our way through the crowd, we found other team members sitting at the table. Plopping down, I grabbed a beer and took a swig from the bottle feeling good and happy that I would be able to relieve a little bit of tension and stress. The season was always something that could make or break a person depending on what year you was on the team.
Moments later a cute blonde sat on my lap and leaned in whispering in my ear. She wanted to fuck. And who was I to tell a girl who was willing, no?
Tommy sat down next to me and shook his head. He was a goody two shoes. Though I expected it had to do with that girl Mary…no Marcy. That was her name. She was a cute brunette so I did see why he was so interested in her. That’s when I saw the little minx from our first game of the season. I was high on the win and I kissed her. She had phenomenal lips too. Full with just enough room for me to bite on them and tug on them. Instead of her wanting to take it further, she slapped me. She slapped me pretty good too. I haven’t seen her since then, and her friend Marcy and Tommy gave me shit about it. I didn’t think it was that serious though. It was just a kiss. Nothing more. It wasn’t like I fucked her or anything, but Tommy said Marcy wouldn’t let it go, and so he had to say something. I was almost sure it was because her friend was still pissed. What was her name again, anyway?
I saw Marcy talking to her, but the girl seemed annoyed more than anything. I was tempted to go over to her, but I also wanted the girl in my lap. Besides, if I got into a spat with anyone, it may ruin my chances of getting lucky and I couldn’t have that. I had a lot of stress to release.
Marcy headed towards our table, and once she saw me, her once friendly expression changed into a scowl.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, with her hands on her hips.
“Uh, my team is here and so am I,” I said amused. I give her that she was a loyal friend. Marcy rolled her eyes and sat on Tommy’s lap, leaning into him. I was sure they would be leaving soon, and that would be my cue to get this woman on my lap more of my attention. The girl put my hand on her breast whispering things into my ear.
However, I found myself watching Marcy’s friend. I admit she didn’t act like how the other girls did around me and that intrigued me. Most girls would do anything to say they fucked me, but she didn’t seem at all amused or even cared about who I was. I saw a guy talking to her and I pushed the girl off and stood up.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. Who the fuck was this prick? And who did he think he was trying to talk to her? I found myself moving toward her.
“Get off of me,” I heard her say loudly, and I strode over there quickly grabbing the guy’s arm who had his hand wrapped around hers.
“I think she said, to let her go,” I said, my voice dangerously low.
The guy turned around and I could tell that already he was drunk. He looked me up and down, sizing me up. He probably was trying to see if he could take me. I did the same. I knew from looking at him that I could take him. He looked at her again and then back and me before jerking himself out of my grip.
“Alright man. You got it. She’s
way too uptight anyway,” he said before stumbling off.
I could see she was flustered and angry.
“Are you okay?” I asked her genuinely concerned, my voice unnaturally soft.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks. You know I could’ve handled him though,” she said.
“I’m sure.”
“No. Seriously. I had it. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“I know. You seemed to have handled me just fine.”
She seemed confused for a second and then she laughed.
“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I don’t normally resort to violence, but you kinda had it coming.”
“Yeah. I can’t argue that. I definitely did. I was happy and you were there…”
“And you just kiss random girls?”
“Yes and no.”
“Hmm. That’s how you catch stuff.”
“You know you can’t catch anything from kissing right?”
“Obviously I didn’t mean anything like that. I was being sarcastic. But then again, I’m sure with all the things in the world, you can.”
I laughed.
“So, what’s your name again?”
“That many girls huh? Guess, it’s hard to keep up with someone who doesn’t particularly like you.”
“No. I just couldn’t remember after you slapped me. You slapped me so hard I think you knocked a couple of screws loose.” I chuckled.
“You are definitely exaggerating. It’s Leah.”
“Leah. Nice! I’m Adrian. It’s nice to meet you properly,” I said, reaching out my hand to shake hers.
She looked at my hand suspiciously, before placing her hand in mine and shaking it. Her hand was warm and so small. My hand practically swallowed hers.
The girl who was on my lap came over to me.
“And now that you’re done playing hero, can we have a little fun?” she asked me eyeing Leah and glaring at her.
Leah looked between the two of us, a look of disdain on her face, and she moved.
“You two have fun,” she said before walking back over to where Tommy and Marcy sat.