Don't Blame Me

by Kay Blake

  “Hey, there nani,” I said to her kneeling to kiss her on the top of her head.

  “Hey. How was practice?”

  “Brutal. But what else is new? Coach always runs us hard because he wants her to be the best.”

  “I guess that’s good then. Let me just finish up my notes,” she said.

  I nodded, sitting next to her, watching as she scribbled away in her notebook. She was so concentrated on what she was doing.

  “Done. What’s the plan?” she asked, putting her things in her book bag.

  “I thought it would be nice to go on a date?”

  “A date?”

  “Yeah. You know when two people decide to go out and get to know each other. And they do different things,” I said with a smirk.

  “I don’t feel like I’m dressed for a date though.”

  “Don’t worry. You look fine.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. You look perfect. You don’t need to change. I promise.”

  “If you say so. I feel so plain right now.”

  “And?”

  “And, if I’m going on a date I should feel more glamorous.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Stop stressing it. I swear you’re fine. You are perfect. Okay?” I said, touching her chin.

  “Okay,” she said, moving her hair behind her ear.

  “Oh, and one more thing. You may have to miss class tomorrow.”

  “Wait, what? You know I can’t do that,” she exclaimed.

  “Have you ever missed a class before?”

  “No. Of course not!”

  “One day won’t kill you. I promise. I want some time with you. You deserve a break.”

  She glanced at the floor as if she was contemplating what I said.

  “And when would we be back?”

  “We can get back tomorrow. But I have a few things planned. Is that okay with you? Or are you going to stress over this?” I said half-jokingly.

  “Sure. I’ll go.”

  “By the way, you may want to pack a bag.”

  Two hours later, we arrived in Naples, Florida. Getting out of the car, I went around to open the door.

  “We’re here my lady,” I said with a dramatic bow.

  “What are we doing?”

  “See the boat right there?”

  “Yes. What are we doing?” I repeated.

  “This boat I rented so we can eat and watch the sunset. And I thought it may be a little more romantic than being in the dorm or near the campus.”

  Reaching for my hand, I smiled as she took it. We made it to the boat, and she looked around amazed.

  “This is a gorgeous boat,” she said, squeezing my hand.

  Not as gorgeous as you.”

  I took her to the deck, and we sat down. I went to the fridge that was inside to get the wine and sandwiches that I had sent before we got there.

  “So, tell me what got you into football?” she asked, finishing the last bite of her sandwich.

  “It was always something I liked to do. As a kid, my mother would have my cousins over and we would play in the backyard. There was something that got the adrenaline pumping even when I was younger. I knew even then that I wanted to be a football player. I had to. And it’s like each of us work like a unit almost like a family.”

  “I get that.”

  “And you always like writing?”

  She smiled, sitting up more in her chair.

  “Yes. I did. I would watch stuff going on in my neighborhood and write up mock articles like I was the neighborhood reporter. I always admired a journalist finding the facts or speaking their truth in a way that told a story without hurting anyone. I want to do that. I want to get myself to the point where everyone knows my name,” she said.

  I nodded, understanding that. I too wanted my name to be known everywhere, but for a different reason.

  “I guess we’ve got more in common than we thought.”

  “Yeah. I guess we do.”

  We ate watching the sunset. The wind blowing in her hair. She turned towards me, catching me staring at her.

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” I replied.

  “Then why are you staring?”

  “Because you’re so pretty. Beautiful and all those things.”

  “Thanks,” she said, blushing.

  “Thank you!”

  We sat there, on the boat looking out at the water and the sky. It was stunning.

  “It’s kind of chilly now. Want to go inside?” she asked softly.

  Looking away, I stared back at the water, trying to ignore the urge to kiss her. To have her right here.

  She pulled the shirt over her head, exposing first the small of her back. My dick twitched at that. Pulling it off, I could see the lace bra she wore, holding her breasts in place, her cleavage inviting.

  I glanced back at her trying to figure out where she was going.

  “Come on, I’m cold. And if we are staying the night on the boat, I want to be on the inside of it.”

  “Whatever you want,” I replied, my voice strained. She grabbed my hand and we walked inside the boat. We kept going until we reached the bed. Sitting down, she patted the space next to her.

  “I could sleep in the front you know,” I said.

  She shook her head. “No. We can sleep in the same bed. Together. Well, eventually…” she said.

  I opened my mouth in surprise not sure she meant what I thought she did. But instead of giving me an answer, she replied by pulling me to her. I kissed her then, fervently, my hand grabbing at her breasts.

  “I didn’t bring you here for this you know,” I whispered.

  “I know.”

  “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you.”

  “You’re not. I want you. I wanted you for a while now, I’ve just been telling myself that I didn’t because I didn’t want to admit that I liked you.”

  I laughed.

  My tongue ran across her chest, my hands clasping her right breast. I pulled it out of her bra, and greedily put it in my mouth. It was all too much, but not enough. Her skin tasted so good. I licked her nipples, my lips moving down to her stomach.

  Sitting up I took my shirt off and my jeans leaving them on the floor.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I said to her, my voice sounding unrecognizable to me.

  “Maybe I wanted you to take them off,” she said coyly.

  “Oh is that so? I think that can be arranged.”

  I unbuttoned her pants pulling her sweats off from her body. She wiggled out of her bra, turning it around so she could unclasp it.

  I admired her body. She seemed so shy and withdrawn all of a sudden. But she had no idea how amazing she looked. How much I wanted her. How I was sure I never wanted anything as much as I wanted her right then. And I was even surer that I wanted more than a sexual fling with her. But, what if she wasn’t ready to take that step with me?

  Leah’s eyes went to my briefs, a curious expression on her face.

  “Do you want to see it?”

  She nodded.

  Picturing all the ways I could have her, I licked my lips, my mind acting way before my body. Once they both caught up, I pulled out my wallet, grabbed a condom, and placed it on the bed. Pulling down my pants, I stepped out of them and took off my briefs.

  I stood in front of her completely nude.

  Her eyes roamed my dick. I could see the appreciation in her eyes, and I felt a bit smug. Yes, I had a lot to work with, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of her.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, again, knowing that if she said no, it would kill me.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  I could feel her wetness through the panties she wore. Leaning over, I took them off, throwing them to the floor. Her slit was wet as I flicked my finger across her clit.

  “Damn, you’re so wet already. I didn’t even do anything yet.”

  “You didn’t have to.”

  “I think I can do
one better though. But, first let me get a taste,” I said, opening her legs wider, and leaned into her, my tongue sliding across her clit.

  I repeated my previous action. Gasping, her body reacted, her hips moving upwards, her legs tightening around my face.

  “You’re being impatient,” I teased.

  “Adrian…you’re not being fair.”

  “You want more,” I whispered marveled at the way her body twisted in angles to have more of what I didn’t offer just yet.

  She barely was able to nod, before my tongue roamed over her bud. She grinded her hips, as I shoved her pussy in my mouth. I licked and sucked on her clit as she moaned, loving the way she sounded. Loving the fact that it was me that she was doing this with. I took one finger and stuck it in, she gasped.

  “Oh,” she said so softly.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  I slid another finger into her folds and she cried out as I went deep enough that the palm of my hand rested against the lips of her pussy. Pumping in and out, my fingers moving at a slow, but steady pace. She continued bucking her hips against mine, and as she made a yelp and a loud moan, I could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came.

  Her body shuddered and her eyes were low, lust in them.

  She was so demanding. I loved it. Grabbing the condom off of the bed, I rolled it over my dick. Hovering over her. I slide inside of her slowly, and I could see her eyes closed as she tried to relax.

  “I swear I won’t hurt you. I’ll take it slow.”

  “I know,” she whispered.

  “Baby, are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, and so I entered her and she cried out as my dick found its place. It was home. I was home. She was so tight and so wet that it took everything in me not to become frantic.

  My hips moved, and she clamped her hands around my arms, breathing heavy. Lifting her legs, I went deeper and she gasped, biting her lip again.

  “You drive me crazy when you do that you know. Biting your lip. Those lips are mine.” I nicked them then and she opened her mouth allowing my tongue entrance.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect.” My movements were slow and precise. I knew if I sped up it would be over too soon. I couldn’t let that happen. I have been daydreaming about being inside her for weeks now.

  “Leah, you’re killing me right now,” I whispered to her, my breath now haggard and heavy.

  “So, do something about it,” she mumbled.

  “Fuck,” I muttered and moved with her, her pussy clenching me like a glove, trying everything not to finish before her.

  “Ah, baby. Please fuck me,” she said, her hands gripped tightly to my arms.

  “Are you sure?”

  “God, yes. Yes. Please…”

  Lifting her legs, I went deeper and she called out, her hips meeting up to meet my strokes. She was so perfect and I groaned out her name as I filled her up, moving in bliss and not wanting this to end, but knowing that it would end and I would have no say so.

  “Baby,” she moaned, her voice raspy.

  “Yes?”

  She mumbled something incoherent.

  “What do you mean?”

  “This is fucking torture. I need to come. I need to come so bad. Please,” she begged, her eyes closed.

  “Come then. Come for me, baby.”

  She closed her eyes, as I bit her neck.

  “No. Look at me, Leah. I want to see you as you come all over me. I need to see you. All of you. Don’t hide from me”

  Her eyes opened, and she kept them on me, her mouth, struggling not to make any sound.

  “Why are you trying to stop making any sounds?”

  “Because I…don’t want anyone to hear me,” she said breathlessly.

  “It’s just the two of us on here. You can scream as loud as you want. And if someone does hear, I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. Let them hear it.”

  “Adrian!” she screamed out, her body clenching and tightening as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

  “It’s alright. I got you.” I whispered as I slowly slide in and out of her. And even after she had finished, I kept at it moving painfully slow, enjoying how she felt. How her body felt.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, groaning as I came. I did as she had done for me, looking at her as the pleasure became too much and I kissed her.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like that before,” she said.

  “Neither have I.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I know you think that can’t be true, but no one has ever made me feel the way you did. I’ve never experienced that before.”

  “Same,” she whispered. I laid next to her, pulling her in kissing her head and rubbing her back.

  I had no idea we would make love, but I had no problem with it either. I couldn’t lie though that feeling this way weirded me out a bit. I wasn’t used to any girl having me act this way or having me wanting to spend every waking second underneath her or on top of her. But what might have been even worse out of all of this was the fact that I may have already fallen for her.

  Chapter Ten

  Leah

  The next morning, I woke to Adrian kisses on my face. And after another round, I was exhausted and ready to be off this boat.

  His finger messed with the edge of my bra, tracing it all the way down to the bottom. I couldn’t figure out what his expression was, but he was so focused, that I was mesmerized as he touched my skin gently. He had barely touched me and yet, I was wet. And God did I want him.

  And as our bodies entwined with one another it all made sense. You know how when you are taking that ride up the track on a roller coaster? The wind is blowing in your hair, but all you can think about is the anticipation of what’s to come. Suddenly, the big drop happens, and it’s so sudden. It happens before you get a chance to let go of the anticipation. That was how it was with him. Slow at first and then all of a sudden. That’s how I knew I was in love with him. But I couldn’t tell him that yet.

  We continued this throughout most of the morning and the afternoon. Him inside of me and me not wanting it to end. It was so strange, yet so familiar. His body on mine, touching me and loving me. We were so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t eat a thing.

  “We should head back,” I whispered in a daze, my head on his.

  “If I’m being honest with you, I really don’t want to be around anyone else, but you right now. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” Adrian replied, kissing my neck again.

  I shuddered at his touch, moving away a bit.

  “As great as this has been, we need to head back. I have to finish homework, and you have to practice don’t you?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “No buts Adrian. And we went through a whole big box of condoms. It’s safe to say that we had enough of each other for now.”

  He twisted his face in a mock pout. “Honestly, I want us to stay here naked, with you. Skin to skin. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”

  I smiled but said nothing because I wasn’t sure if I could get enough of him either, and as his fingers trailed my skin, heat radiated off of me, and I was tempted to forget that we had responsibilities.

  “We have too. Now come and get up my sexy athlete.”

  “Well, that’s the kind of motivation I need.”

  I laughed. “And somehow I knew you would say that!”

  We made it to my apartment building. Adrian held my hand. I could see the stares from other students that lived in the building, trying to figure out what the deal was between the two of us, but I didn’t care. I was only concerned with the way Adrian made my body feel. The way he cherished it. More importantly, could he really handle my heart? It was beautiful and scary at the same time.

  “I need to shower and make it to the school library, so I can look up
a few things,” I told him, but he covered my lips with a kiss.

  “Later?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  I took my shower and made my way to the library ready to fact check some history of the school. The anniversary of the school was coming up, and I had to finish the piece. I made my way across the campus. The girl that I saw with Adrian at the bar approached me, a snarky expression on her face.

  “Can I help you?” I asked her not really caring if I could or couldn’t. For the most part, I wanted to get my work done, and I really didn’t care to be reminded of her with Adrian.

  “No. I just wanted to give you a bit of a warning,” she said snidely.

  “About what?”

  “Adrian. He’s a man whore. He sleeps around and then he gets bored. He always gets bored. It’s like his motto or something. You think because you two are fucking now or something that changes things?”

  My face flushed because how did she know we slept together, and then I suspected it had to do with everyone watching us when we got back.

  “I don’t think what Adrian and I do is your concern.”

  “It is. When he does this kind of thing to all girls.”

  “I’m not all girls. Nor do I care about anyone else,” I said my voice rising. I didn’t want to argue with this girl. It reminded me of Adrian groping her at the party. She was pissing me off.

  “It’s your funeral girlie,” she said with a smirk on her face. It took everything in me to not slap her. It was the way she looked at me with her brow raised and that ugly expression on her face. And then I found myself getting mad at Adrian. Mad that he was that athlete who was good looking and had a whole team of girls that knew him intimately the way I did.

  “I don’t care. I don’t care about you or anyone else,” I said, walking away trying to keep my heart that was beating wildly in check.

  Once I was on the computer I typed furiously, quickly as I angrily put one word after the other. I didn’t know why I let her get to me. I questioned whether or not Adrian and I could truly be a thing when there would always be this nagging feeling that there might be someone else. And when he walked into the library, after his practice with a smile on his face, it made my anger worse.

  “Hey baby,” he said loudly, sitting next to me. The librarian shushed him.