Denise puts a hand over her mouth, staring at me, her eyes tearing up. “So you...”
“I put all my trust in you because I knew in my heart that you are the one for me,” I tell her. “I haven’t always been open about it, I know. I hope to change that.”
Denise shakes her head, cupping my face. “Louden, don’t ever change who you are. I accept you just as you are, one hundred percent. Understand me?”
Her words pierce me to my very soul, and I feel something that I’ve never felt before, even with Lana, and I nod, putting my hand on her heart. “I understand. Then I have one more question.”
What’s that?” she asks, biting her lip slightly as my fingers start to stroke her breast over her heart. Whatever she’s wearing under her t-shirt, it’s soft and silky, and I love the way my fingers can feel the slight line where the fabric stops and Denise’s breast begins. “Please don’t stop that.”
“I won’t,” I promise her, leaning in, “because I wanted to invite you to stay the night. I’ve got an unopened spare toothbrush I can give you and everything.”
“And Cathy in the morning?” Denise asks, her words slurring a little as my thumb starts to run over her nipple through her shirt.
“The three of us can go out for pancakes in the morning,” I reply, closing the distance and kissing Denise passionately. Her reply is a soft moan as she wraps her arms around my neck and we lay back on the couch, wiggling a little to find a comfortable position but it doesn’t take long before we’re just right, my right hand cupping her breast while our tongues explore each other, her fingers running through my hair.
“Louden?” Denise asks as she reaches down to tug at her shirt.
“Hmmm?” I ask, lost in her beautiful eyes. “Am I too heavy on top here? Or are we just using the sofa too much?”
“No, you’re wonderful, and sofas are replaceable,” she says, smiling. “But I was wondering... I know this is fast, but what if I stopped taking my birth control?”
I nod, smiling lightly. “I’d like that too. Let’s talk about it after pancakes.”
Denise laughs softly, putting her hand over her mouth at the end. “What about making too much noise?”
I shake my head. “Cathy’s bedroom is on the other end of the house, upstairs. No screaming, and we’re good.”
We kiss, and I’m enveloped in the wonderful soft feminine curves that is Denise’s body, and the core of strength that is more than just physical as we squirm, the sofa and our desire to stay close forcing us to strip slowly, working our shirts off and our shorts down until I’m forced to stand up or else fall off of the couch in order to take off my underwear.
Denise chuckles and sits up, shrugging off her unhooked bra and sliding her panties down, turning around to show me that she’s been rocking a t-back thong all day. Naughty girl... and wonderful woman, all in one.
“I was hoping against hope that we’d do this today,” she says, wiggling her ass hypnotically. “And I know you like my booty.”
“I like every inch of you,” I say honestly, but still a naughty little part of me makes me reach out and smack her butt solidly, my cock twitching as her ass wiggles from side to side. “But I do have a weakness for your epic backside.”
“Mmm, another time, we can explore what we can do with it,” Denise moans, turning her head to look at me with lust-clouded eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. “For now... I just want you. Any way you want me.”
I reach out, caressing her creamy skin, relishing the texture, and she sighs softly, pushing back into my hand and her knees spread on the sofa, bending over to present herself to me. I’m so tempted, but I want to feel as much of Denise’s body as I can so instead of lining myself up I run my hand lower, between her legs to cup her mound, massaging her and making her gasp.
“How I want you is as you,” I whisper in her ear as she turns her head to kiss me and I taste her sweet lips again. “And I want you for as long as you want me.”
Denise nods, unable to talk as I slide two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, curling them in the way I know she likes and taking her breath away. I press my body against her, cupping her left breast with my hand as I kiss the skin of her shoulders and back, tasting the unique, wonderful essence of the woman I love.
I take my time, teasing her a little with my fingers, bringing her to the point of coming over and over as I greedily suck and ravish her skin, tweaking her nipples and making her cry out softly. Two times she has to bury her head in the cushions on the back of my sofa to muffle her voice, and I chuckle softly when she growls as I back off the third time, turning her head to me. “I swear to God Louden, if you leave me on the edge again without coming, I’m going home, finding my favorite vibrator and showing you what it feels like to be in my position!”
“Hmmm, another time maybe,” I tease, taking my fingers out and lining up behind her. It’s hard to control myself, my hands are literally shaking I’ve been denying myself as well for this whole time, my cock is aching and dark red it’s so hard.
Thankfully I’ve stretched and gotten Denise so wet and ready, I don’t have to hold back. I thrust hard into her in one deep stroke, both of us grunting as my hips smack into her ass, and I’m reminded of the first time we had sex, but it means so much more now.
She’s my woman.
I’m her man.
And... she wants to have my child. Not this time, but in the future.
All of these thoughts run circles in my mind as I thrust again, harder with each stroke and I abandon myself to the hungry animal inside me. I still can’t believe how perfect Denise’s pussy feels, the way her body responds to mine. She’s made for me, and I’m made for her.
It feels like we’re sharing a single heart, a single mind as I hammer her, Denise pushing back to every stroke, both of us not worrying about taking our time but just jumping into the deep end together.
My thighs tremble as my cock swells, and Denise squeezes around me while I pull back and thrust one last time, exploding deep inside her as she comes too, both of us shaking at the power of our orgasms. I stay inside her, my body a statue of pleasure as I give my everything to her and we feel the energy of our coming flow between us.
When it’s over, I withdraw, pulling Denise into another hug that turns into a gentle kiss. “So it’s bedtime?” she asks softly, and I nod. “Awww, I want more.”
“I said it was bedtime, not sleep time,” I tease. “Just one thing.”
“What?” she asks, and I grab a t-shirt off the ground.
“We need to keep our clothes on at least temporarily until we get past Cathy’s room. Oh, and you might need to stifle yourself a little more, she’s sleeping down the hall.”
Denise chuckles, and pulls my t-shirt over her head. She looks down, grinning. “Well, it fits me pretty well. What about you making noise?”
I shake my head, grabbing my shorts. “I think your thighs are going to be muffling any noise I’ll be making.”
Denise’s eyes gleam, and she turns, wiggling her ass as she heads for the stairs. “Well then, come get your dessert, my love. Race you to the bedroom.”
Game on.
Epilogue
Denise- A New Season
The arena is almost packed, which I didn’t expect as the Mount Reston basketball team finishes their warmups. It’s the season opener, not the conference tournament finals. The school shouldn’t have so many eager fans for a game like this.
But there are, and I’m sitting in the first row, Cathy in between Lana and I, all of us wearing team gear and I’m caught up in the atmosphere.
“I can’t believe I’m having this much fun!” I say to Lana, who’s beaming, the fresh engagement ring on her finger. I’d been surprised when she revealed the news to Louden and I at the big ‘changeover’ barbecue, a tradition that Louden and Lana have worked out to celebrate the time when Cathy would move from his house back to Lana’s for the season.
This season’s different, with Louden and I be
ing together, we’ve asked Lana to watch Cathy more, and she’s also said that Cathy will be able to spend more time with us during the season this year as well. Still, barbecue is barbecue, and we enjoyed every bite. But I am going to miss having the little girl at Louden’s house almost every time I come over.
“Why’s that?” Lana asks, grinning. “Didn’t think you’d like women’s basketball? Don’t think they can play as good as the boys?”
I shake my head, laughing. “Come on, you know me better than that Lana.”
It was a natural choice, inspired really. After Melissa Kelly resigned her position instead of being fired, Mount Reston had to make a decision quickly. While I sort of wish the university had blasted her, it made things easier for them, and the word still got out. Melissa found a job as a network analyst, but her reputation’s ruined, nobody’s going to trust her around a team again.
Fair enough.
But with a gap on their coaching staff and only the summer to prepare, the search for a new head coach wasn’t a long one, especially after four of the players went to the AD and vouched for Louden. It took him one hour to discuss it with Coach Two Eagles before he took the offer.
We watch the rest of warmups, and Louden comes over before they leave the court. “Hey Denise, would you like to come up to the locker room after the game?”
“Sure, is that okay?” I ask, and Louden nods.
“As long as you do it before the girls get changed. I’m sorta banned during that time too, you know how it is. But they’ve been cool about it, they let me get my five minutes in before they start taking off their jerseys and do girl things. For now, let me get back there, I’ve got a good speech all worked out,” he says, giving Cathy and I hugs before disappearing into the locker room.
“He wrote a speech?” Lana asks, and I nod. “Wow, he’s not into speeches.”
“I’ve been helping him,” I admit. “I figured it was the least I could do after everything he’s done for me and my practice.”
“How’s that going, anyway?” Lana asks. “Sorry, I sometimes feel like I get to take advantage of having a counselor all the time whenever we get together.”
I laugh, Lana’s hardly been a burden, but instead become more of a friend to me than anything else. It helps, considering the unique nature of our family interactions. “A lot better the past two months. I’ll admit, it was hard at first, Cassandra basically launched a smear campaign against me that hurt, emotionally and on my bottom line, but then Louden...”
I shake my head, still amazed by the nonverbal ways that Louden shows me how much he thinks about me. I didn’t say anything to him about my struggles with my counseling practice, even though I lost a quarter of my patients in three months. Still, in Louden fashion, he noticed, and he talked with Dr. Snow one on one.
Now, I’m officially the ‘consulting body image counselor’ for all of Mount Reston University, which includes working with some of the athletes, men and women both. It’s not much of a stipend, but the publicity alone makes up for it.
More importantly though, it’s been a unique challenge working with the male athletes. They have so many things in common with the women, but are different too.
As one men’s wrestler told me, “Girls, they just have to be lean, I mean the non-athletes. I gotta be jacked like Arnold Schwarzenegger, somehow make weight, and still have the flexibility to do a double leg.”
I tell Lana some of it, and she nods. “I understand,” Lana says after a second. “I’m glad for you, really.”
“Well, it gets better. In January, I’ve been invited to Los Angeles for a conference, apparently Sarah was really impressed with everything I’ve done over the past six months. She said I have the potential to be a superstar in the BoPo community,” I say, still not quite believing it. “Me, a superstar?”
“I can see it,” Lana says, giving me a smile. “And will Louden be okay by himself for however long that is?”
“I’m sure he’ll keep himself busy. And if he isn’t, I know he can give you guys a call,” I say with a laugh. Before I can continue, the public address system starts up with routine announcements, and Cathy’s squirming, needing to go to the toilet. Lana takes her before the game starts, and I relax, just taking it all in.
The girls come out for introductions, Jessie detouring to give me a fist bump after her introductions. She’s become one of a half a dozen athletes that have become my one on one clients under the Mount Reston program, and I’m happy for their respect.
“You’d have loved your man’s speech, he kicked it,” she says before going back to the bench to strip off her warmup jacket and get ready for the start of the game.
Lana and Cathy get back just before the opening tip off. I try to watch the action on the court, but half the time I’m distracted by Louden. He’s so handsome in his suit on the sidelines, even if the all black Nikes on his feet are not quite GQ.
He’s intense, calling out instructions to his team even as he never gets angry. During timeouts he’s calm, and I can see the respect in his players’ eyes as he draws on the whiteboard that he’s using.
Still, it’s a tough game. We’re playing against State, a rare conference season opener, and I know the game means something more to Louden, especially after the way State knocked the men’s team out of playoff contention last year.
But Louden’s worked with these girls hard, pushing them with that unique mix of toughness and compassion that I call ‘supportive expectations of excellence,’ a phrase that makes Louden shake his head, all those big words. But I can tell he likes it too, even if the poster in his office just says S-E-E in the Mount Reston colors on a black background.
It’s a fight the whole first half, and Mount Reston’s down by four at the start of the second. But coming out, the team looks confident. Three of the girls even give me a wink as they come out for shoot arounds, and I look over at Lana. “What’s that about?”
“I don’t know,” Lana says, perplexed. “Maybe they know something we don’t?”
“Shhhh!” Cathy interrupts us, totally into the game. “Daddy’s coming out again!”
“You know, in five or six years, she’s going to be demanding to go on road trips with the team,” Lana whispers over her daughter’s head. “Think Louden can use her as an assistant coach?”
“Assistant coach? He’s going to have her playing scout team,” I joke, both of us hushing as Cathy gives us the most intense glare a soon to be five year old can muster.
We turn back to the game, and the Mount Reston girls pick up the tempo, jumping all over State with a blitz of high speed offense that leaves everyone stunned at first before the Mount Reston side erupts in cheers that grow with every quick basket followed by a full court pressure defense, harassing State into turnovers and rushed shots that clang off the rim.
It’s intense, it’s hard work, but I know that the girls can keep it up. Louden’s worked with them hard, and they’ve responded, they’ve got the gas and the legs to keep up this pace. With Louden leading the charge on spreading the gospel of ‘performance, not appearance,’ every girl on Mount Reston’s team is in the best condition of their playing careers.
State on the other hand, falters, and the game’s pretty much over with ten minutes still left on the clock, Mount Reston up by twenty when Louden starts cycling in the bench players, not letting up the pressure at all.
When the final buzzer sounds, Mount Reston’s blown out State and sent a message to every team in the conference. Bring your extra wind, maybe a couple of oxygen bottles, because you’re going to need it.
“Wow,” I say as the crowd cheers the girls on a great start to the season. “That was amazing.”
“Hey, get up to the locker room,” Lana reminds me, “before Louden’s time is up and the girls kick him out to change.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, giving Lana and Cathy kisses on the cheek before hurrying to the locker room. Inside, I expected a party, but the girls are exhausted. Instead of
cheering and celebrating, they sit on their seats, drinking Gatorade and smiling happily at a job well done.
They know it’s a long season, and State was just the first game. They’re going to win more than last year though, which is a step in the right direction. “Hey, it’s The Body Doc!”
“Naila, I’m not a doctor,” I protest for the hundredth time, but the girls have given me that nickname and it’s stuck. It’s even spread to the other teams as well, so I guess I’ll just learn to love it.
“Whatever,” Naila says with a laugh, grabbing an unopened bottle of Gatorade next to her and tossing it to me. “Here, join us. Yo, Coach G!”
Louden, who’s been talking with one of the freshmen players on the other side of the locker room, turns around and his face brightens when he sees me. “You came.”
“After that display?” I ask, grinning and giving him a hug that earns a few ‘woooos’ from the team. “How could I not? You guys kicked ass.”
Louden grins, blushing as he shifts from side to side, until the players laugh. “What is it, Louden?”
Louden swallows and reaches into his pocket and he gets on a knee, taking my hand. “Denise... I need you. I can’t live without you. So... Denise Taviolo, would you marry me?”
I look as he takes out the ring from his pocket, and I realize he’s been planning this the whole time. I wonder if that’s what the girls were giving me looks for at halftime, but it doesn’t matter. I look into his eyes, the eyes of the man I love, and I know there’s only one answer that I need. “Yes.”
The girls spring to their feet, finding the energy now to celebrate their win properly as they give us both a Gatorade shower, Louden sputtering as they intentionally soak him a little bit more than me. I’m pounded on the back and shoulders, but I don’t care, all I care about is holding Louden and kissing him square on his luscious lips.
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