by Kay Blake
I was at a loss for words, as she walked away.
“Who was that?” the girl in front of me asked. I still didn’t know her name.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied nonchalantly.
Shrugging, she grabbed my dick.
“How about we take this someplace else?” she whispered.
A big part of me wanted to take her up on that offer. But for some unknown reason, another part of me wanted to talk to Leah.
“Maybe later,” I said flippantly, removing her hand. I made it back to the table and smirked.
“So, you decided we weren’t losers after all?” I asked, trying to lighten the scowl that was on her face.
“I’m talking to Marcy and Tommy. You? Well, you just happened to be here. Or happen to be anywhere I seem to be.”
She made a face that screamed annoyed and sighed.
“I’m about to head out. This really isn’t my scene,” Leah said to Marcy.
“You want me to walk you back?” I asked quickly.
All of them looked at me.
“No, I’m good. I can probably catch a cab if I really need to.”
“It’s late and there are other guys who probably feel the way that guy that grabbed you do. I am walking you back to your dorm. End of story.”
I had put my foot down, though I didn’t know why I felt the sudden urge to make sure she was okay. Safe. That I needed to make sure no one else touched her. She was definitely different than the other girls and I had to admit I kind of liked it.
“I don’t live in the dorms. And, I don’t need you or want you to walk me home!”
“You don’t really have a choice.”
“Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do. I don’t need your permission to go home.”
I groaned. “Must you be so difficult? I didn’t say that. I would just feel a lot better if you let me walk you back.”
“Why does it matter?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, I just shrugged.
She exhaled deeply.
“Fine. Let me just use the bathroom.”
I nodded as she went off to the bathroom. I kept my gaze in the direction she went, my eyes darting between the bathroom door and Tommy. Marcy sat on his lap, the two of them locked in a kiss. And I had to admit watching the two of them go at it made me tempted to take that girl up on her offer at all. The other part of me wanted to make sure Leah got home safe. That, and she intrigued me. She was a firecracker and a bit of a mystery all wrapped in one.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Leah said as she approached me.
“I was sure you escaped out the bathroom window or something.”
“I considered it,” she replied with a smirk.
Marcy looked between the two of us concern on her face.
“Are you sure, you don’t want me to go with you? It’s not a problem,” Marcy said, suspicion marking her soft features.
“I’ll walk with her,” I said.
Tommy had an expression on his face that I couldn’t read, but he nodded.
“Okay, Leah. If you’re sure, I will probably be back a little late,” Marcy said, ignoring what I felt she wanted to say.
“Yep. I got it. Ciao love,” Leah said, turning around. “Let’s go!”
I followed her out of the bar and we walked up the street heading back towards where she lived. The noise began to die down the further we walked. There was nothing but the sounds of our steps and I found myself lost for words, wanting to ask her things, wanting to know more about her. But for some reason I was afraid and I didn’t know why that was. I was usually the in your face kind of guy. As I walked with her, I debated striking up a conversation. I didn’t want to say something stupid and her getting mad. I went against my better judgment and asked anyway.
“How come I’ve never seen you on campus before the night I bumped into you?” I asked.
“I live in the apartments next to the University. I’m only on campus for my classes and the school’s paper.”
“Nice. I should’ve done that, but I think my mom kind of likes me not living at home, but also likes that she can keep an eye on me at the dorms.”
“Oh,” she said not seeming too concerned.
“I still feel like I’ve should’ve seen you more though,” I said.
“We don’t hang in the same circles.”
“Meaning?”
“You’re this enormous football jock, and I’m the girl obsessed with books and good grades. I like to write and report on things, and you like to be rough on the football field. That is probably the most basic way to describe that.”
“You think I’m enormous?”
“Look at you and look at me. I’m small in size and standing next to you makes me look like a child.”
“I don’t know any child who can slap like you do.”
She laughed.
“Well, I beg to differ. But I’m just saying that you are a football player and you make me look like a china doll,” she said.
“You think all I do is be rough on the field?”
She stopped walking and turned towards me. “Am I wrong?”
“Yes! My position is important on the field. All of us are. We have to work like a machine, all together, so we can win. It is what any football player does. At least a good one.”
She cocked her head slightly, but then shrugged her shoulders. “I guess.”
“You guess? What does that even mean?”
“It means exactly what I said. I’m not an athlete, so you’re not going to see me make any reference to what I don’t know. I leave all the sports stuff to Marcy. She follows all of that. She lives for sports. I have more important things to worry about.”
“So sports isn’t important?”
“To me? No! Sure, it gets people together and it requires team effort most of the time, but sports is just that. Sports! It isn’t going to stop the shitty things that happen.”
“And you think shitty things wouldn’t happen if there weren’t any sports?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So, what are you saying?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah. It does. So tell me.”
“Why are you asking so many questions?”
“I’m just curious about you.” I glanced at her then, her face locked in a grimace.
We started walking again, and I followed her lead. Her hands were tightly clenched on the straps of her purse almost as if she was mad about something.
“Some of you athletes think you are above the rules. The law, whatever. Some of you feel that you are something so special that you should have certain standards that don’t apply to you. Personally, it sickens me. I know it isn’t all of you, but it is enough of you. All the passes, you get because you’re on the team. If you play a good game of a sport. Fine do that. But don’t think it is supposed to excuse you from bad behavior. Or those who have to get partnered up with you athletes who don’t want to actually do your coursework. It’s aggravating. Like we have to save you so you can get a passing grade, while you can skate by on the sole fact that you know how to do something with a ball.”
I nodded in deep thought. She may have had a point. She sped up her pace so I ran to catch up to her.
“You’re putting us all in one box. How can you be so sure that all athletes behave that way?
“You make it quite easy. You’ve done nothing to prove me wrong.”
I laughed.
“You’re right. But most of us play sports because we love it. We love winning. We love the adrenaline rush you get when you put your all into something. Sometimes is an outlet to get away from things that are bothering us or getting to us. We aren’t all jerks.”
“Is that your personal testament? Because you did come off as a jerk the first time I’ve ever had contact with you. Actually, you were an ass. And if I had been in a better frame of mind at the point I probably would�
�ve punched you rather than slapped you.”
I chuckled, running my hand through my hair. “The very first time we met. And it was an accident. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”
“Maybe if you weren’t staring at that girl’s cleavage you would’ve seen me walking there.”
“True. I’m sorry about that.”
“And then the very next time you kiss me like I know you or something. That’s a behavior of yours? Kissing random girls?”
“I’m sorry about that too. I wasn’t thinking. I’m used to girls not having a problem with that. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I don’t know if I should take it as a challenge or a warning,” I said with a chuckle.
She shook her head, amused. “It was a warning. Let that happen again and I will kick you in your stuff down there.”
“My stuff down there?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” I said. I kind of liked that she was getting flustered. It was different than what I’ve seen before. I liked it.
“Your dick! The head you seem to like to think with the most. ”
“I know what you meant. I just wanted you to say that. And are you always this mean?”
“No. You seem to bring out the worse in me. The absolute worst.”
I laughed loudly then and she looked at me, her brow furrowed with frustration.
“I do? I don’t know you enough to do that.”
“You are a typical guy with an asshole complex, that doesn’t require a need to know you for a long time.”
“Okay, maybe sometimes I’m an asshole. But not always.”
“And you’re cocky too.”
“I’ll admit to that. But for you, I’ll try not to be that way. Or limit it. If you’d allow that.”
“What do you think we’re going to be best friends? That we’re going to be pals and do all these interesting things together? You are incredibly bold. I’ll give you that.”
“Wow. You don’t think we can be friends?”
“No. I don’t. Again, we are from two different worlds. We are two different people and people like us shouldn’t be friends. That’s all there is to it.”
There was silence again, but I continued to stare at her. She was opinionated and feisty. I liked it. It was a major turn on. And she was really pretty. She had cat shaped eyes and high cheekbones. Her body was a bit on the slim side, but she still had some meat on her in all the right places. I liked it a whole lot. And I admit that I really wanted to see if I could change her mind about me.
By the time we reached her apartment building, I realized I didn’t want to leave her just yet. She turned towards me.
“Well, thank you for walking me back. You didn’t have to. But thanks.”
“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t?”
“Gentleman? Uh, I guess the same kind of guy you were before you met me I suppose.”
“Ouch. That hurts,” I said, placing my hand on my chest in mock despair.
She laughed, shaking her head.
“Sure, buddy. I’m going to shower and go to sleep. I have to finish a paper anyway. Maybe you’re not so bad after all. Or maybe you are. Who knows?”
“I take that as a win for now. Good night, Leah.”
“Good night.”
She opened the door, waved and closed it and I turned back around. I thought about going back to the bar, but I was too wound up now. And for some reason, I wanted to imagine her. Imagine her hands all over me. My hands touching her in places no one has ever touched her.
And as easy as it would be to have sex with someone, I didn’t. Instead, I walked back to the dorms, and to my room. Plopping down on my bed, I unzipped my pants and grabbed my dick. It was hard as a rock. There was no way I would be able to relax if I didn’t get off. Gripping it tightly, I thought of Leah’s full lips around it. I closed my eyes, picturing her on top of me, her beautiful brown skin glowing, her breasts bouncing freely and her eyes closed as she moved up and down my shaft. I groaned again as I stroked myself to her image, picturing what she looked like under her clothes. I could feel my orgasm building up and I let out a sound I didn’t recognize, as I came. My hand stayed on my dick until I let everything out.
I sat up looking at the mess and grinned. Leah had me beating off to her, and she didn’t even have to do anything to get my attention. But she did. She was feisty and beautiful. And even better I already had a taste of her full lips. I wasn’t going to stop until I could taste them again. Or until I could have all of her on top of me or underneath me.
Chapter Six
Leah
I finished my last article for the paper and shut down the computer. I had a long day and I was ready to go back home and relax. I could get some snacks and pig out. Maybe even watch a movie or two.
“Hey, Leah, Tommy is going to this party later and he wanted me to ask you to come. Would you be down?” Marcy said coming into the room where I was.
I sighed. “Do I really have to go?” I asked.
“No. But I would appreciate it and it should be fun. You and I both know that we had a hard week and we need to let loose a little. And they will be leaving tomorrow to go on the road. We should let our hair down and relax.”
“You know I can do that at home right? I don’t really need to go to a party.” I said with my brow raised.
“No! That would be boring and we are two pretty college girls that have good grades and need a fun night or two once in a while. You really need to learn how to loosen up a little Leah. We are young. You have plenty of time to stay home and watch movies or sulk for whatever reason,” she said with disdain.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” I said, annoyed at her and at this conversation.
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounds. Just that I want to have fun with you, and yes, Tommy will be there, but I want to hang out with you. Girl time and fun! I promise the next time we can hang out and watch a movie. I will even let you pick the movie,” she said.
“Who has a party on a Wednesday?”
“Apparently football players.”
I rolled my eyes playfully before sighing. “Fine! We can go Marcy, but that means whatever I pick you can’t complain or I swear I am not going to another party with you ever again,” I said with a small smile.
“Great! Let’s go get ready then. Maybe you can wear that dress that you have been hiding in the closet forever,” Marcy said with a wink. With a groan, I let her pull me out of the newspaper office.
Three hours later, after more complaining and going through the clothes that I had, I decided that Marcy was right, maybe I did need to wear this dress because I did spend money on it. It was a tight gray dress that showed my cleavage and shaped my hips well. For someone who was as small in stature as I was, it was rare to find something I could wear that didn’t make me look like I was a kid playing dress up.
“Wow Leah, you look fantastic. You are going to be turning heads tonight!” Marcy said.
Marcy had cut her hair recently, so her hair, which was now in a bob, was semi-wet. She wore tight waist jeans and a crop top that worked with her tall frame.
“So are you darling! Let’s go before I change my mind.”
A cab ride and 15 bucks later, we were at the house that the party was taking place. Apparently one of the guys on the football team parents were out of town and he was using it as an excuse to throw a big party. We walked into the house and there were people all over the place. I already felt confined and wanted to leave.
“Hey ladies!” Tommy said coming up to us and placing his arms around our shoulders. “I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been the same without the two of you.”
I raised an eyebrow because it was clear he was stretching it a bit with what he said. Marcy, on the other hand, was eating it up and I didn’t want to dash her hopes because she was so happy about Tommy. I hoped the two
of them made it throughout the football and after college, because from what I saw he made her happy.
One of my favorite dance songs came on and Marcy gave me the look. We were about to show them how we got down when it came to dancing. We moved to the beat, our hips moving in the same motion, and we danced with each other. I had to admit that Marcy was right. I was having fun, and I was letting loose. I haven’t done that in a while. My homework would still be there once I get back. Five songs later, I went to the kitchen to get me something to drink. I was parched and my feet were starting to hurt. I regretted wearing the heels, I chose to wear with this dress. Making my way around the house, I saw that Marcy was dancing with Tommy. I took that as my cue to go find someplace to sit for a bit and rest my feet.
I walked down the hallway to find a place to sit and bumped into some girl with curly red hair.
“I’m sorry,” I said apologetically.
“It’s okay,” she said and then I watched as she made her way to none other than Adrian. Of course, he would be here. Why would I expect otherwise when the party was being thrown by one of his teammates. The house was huge, which explained why I didn’t see him before.
He took her and pinned her against the wall, feeling up on her and I found myself looking at him with disgust as his hands roamed the girl’s breasts. Fuming, I brushed past them as I walked by. Did I really need to be subjected to this kind of behavior? And why did it piss me off so much?
I needed to get some air and away from that asshole. This seemed to be his normal behavior and it pissed me off. It shouldn’t have. It was irrational. He was nothing to me. And yet, here I was angry.
Once I finally got to the balcony, I sat on the small couch, soda in my hand and looked out at the grounds of the house. The lawn and flowers were beautifully manicured. It was a nice change from all the chaos that was at that party.
Here I was a college-aged girl at a party that was actually pretty fun, and yet here I sat alone on the balcony. I knew if Marcy knew this is where I snuck off to, she would be upset. The music was loud and I wanted a moment to breathe, even if it was only just a moment. Maybe I was too uptight. And didn’t know how to have fun. But this was how I always was. I always kept to myself and focused on my studies.