by Jamie Knight
I was really hoping that no one knew or would bring up the fact that Olivia and I used to date. I doubted that could be good for my case. I hoped that Olivia wouldn’t be so honest as to divulge that information.
“Marvin asked me to testify on his behalf,” Olivia responded, blinking her eyebrows sweetly. “Candy didn’t ask me.”
Whew.
I should have known I’d be fine.
“No further questions,” Candy’s attorney said, looking a bit defeated.
“All right, we’ve heard the evidence here today and I’m going to take some time to deliberate,” the judge says, looking back and forth to Candy and me. “I will say that it sounds like this child has had a tough lot in life to date, and neither parent has been exemplary. I would like both of you to search your hearts and try to come to some sort of agreement. If not, then whenever I make my ruling, it may not be what either of you would truly want.”
The judge paused, but luckily, resumed with a further explanation, as I was a bit confused.
“You two are the best ones to decide what kind of arrangement is best for your child. I’m glad to hear that you have both stepped up recently. Mr. Ward, you in particular seem to have really blossomed lately as a parent, and I credit Ms. Phillips, the child’s teacher, for her efforts in that, as well as your father’s efforts. But you did the work, so, I commend you.”
Now it was time for the judge to address Candy. I winced, actually feeling a bit sorry for her.
“I appreciate that you filed for custody and have made efforts to get and remain sober,” the judge said, looking directly at her. “But I’d like you to ask yourself if you’re truly ready for the monumental task of being a parent day in, day out. From the looks of things here today, I’m not quite sure I could say that you are. But search your soul and see what you want to do. Otherwise, you’ll both receive a copy of my ruling within two months.”
The gavel was slammed, and the case was closed – at least for now, anyway. The tension of having to wait for a written ruling was nerve-wracking. But from the judge’s words, I had a feeling things would go in my favor.
I thanked my attorney, and then, without even looking in Sasha’s direction or acknowledging her existence, headed out to find Olivia, who had been told she should exit when she was done testifying. I wanted to thank her.
And I had some deeper soul-searching to do. Not just about what the judge had instructed, but about my life in general, and Olivia and myself, in particular.
Chapter 31
Olivia
“Olivia.”
I was almost to my car in the parking lot when I heard him say my name. At first, I had hung out in the lobby, unsure if he would want to tell me how the case went. But then I figured I was only there as a witness, not as a party or a family member, and I didn’t want to intrude. So, I’d left.
But there he was, chasing after me.
Marvin.
Even though he was behind me and I couldn’t see him, I’d know that voice from anywhere.
“Yes?” I asked, turning around to face him. “How did it…”
“Wonderful,” he said, and then he wrapped his arms around me.
Woah.
How the hell was this happening?
Was I dreaming?
“Wonderful?” I asked him, not pushing him away. “You won? Do you have full custody now or how does that work?”
“Shhh,” he said, and then he kissed me.
They say that you never forget your first love. Your first kiss. Your first fuck.
They’re right. And when it happens again with the same person, it all comes rushing back to you – the memories, the excitement, the giddiness. You feel like you’re right back in high school again.
At least, that was how it felt when Marvin kissed me just then. I eagerly returned his kiss, and our tongues wrapped around each other like I wanted our bodies to. My pussy was dripping wet for him. Just like back in high school.
“The judge didn’t make a decision today,” Marvin said, when we finally came up for air. “But I think things will go my way, and I think your testimony had a lot to do with that.”
“Oh.” I look into his eyes, wondering if that’s why he had kissed me.
Was he just caught up with the thrill of near victory? He had always been such a hot head who lived for the win. I guessed he kissed me because I had helped him win. It was a thank you kiss, and that was it.
“But what the judge said – and being through this whole thing – this whole case, this meeting you again, this getting to know my daughter for the first time ever, probably, even though that sounds bad to admit – it’s all really making me think,” he said, all in a rush and while breathing quickly. “I want to have a happy life. And you make me happy. I want to give us another go. I can tell you do too. What do you say?”
“Woah,” I said, voicing it aloud this time.
I guessed he hadn’t kissed me because I’d helped him win. He was being quite clear about that now.
“I say… well, that’s a big question, Marvin,” I told him, trying hard to sound strong and stand my ground, even though I just want to melt in his arms. “I think we should just see how it goes, as we, like, go on more dates, or whatever. Maybe for ice cream.”
“Ice cream, huh?” he asked, giving me a wink and then another kiss. “Sounds good to me. But let’s go to my house first. Kylie’s still with Sandra for another hour or so, and there’s something I’ve been dying to do with you again.”
“Hmm, let me guess what that could be,” I told him, as if I didn’t know.
But I did know. And I was so down to fuck, to borrow the popular phrase. I wanted him more than anything.
I got into my car so that I could follow him to his house. I didn’t even call Roxie along the way, because I didn’t want to be dissuaded or talked out of anything. There was one thing on my mind and one thing only: make up sex with Marvin, even if it had taken us over a decade to get here.
***
Fifteen minutes later, I was in Marvin’s house, wondering if I was in heaven and how I had been good enough to get here. He had an enormous mansion, with all the modern luxurious that a rich football player could buy. And he was holding my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
I knew in that moment that this was exactly where I wanted to be. I may have told myself I needed to travel the world and date different guys and find myself, and I did do those things, I did. But my heart had stayed right here with Marvin all along. And now it was back with him for real.
I tried to tell myself that I should be careful and not get hurt again. But another part of me knew that things were different this time. We were older, wiser and knew what we wanted.
When he reached his large master bedroom, Marvin lead me over to his four-poster California king size bed and slowly took my clothes off as he kissed my entire body. When he reached my nipples, they were already standing erect for him, just waiting for him to suck on them, and he did – very skillfully, too.
He continued kissing down my stomach and then he picked me up and put me on the bed. He kissed up my thighs and stopped to tease me around my pussy, licking and sucking all around it but not on it, until I thought I’d go mad with impatience.
As he did it, he took his own clothes off. I was able to see his toned, athletic body, with its muscles and tattoos, its six pack abs and chiseled pecs. I was able to see his large cock standing erect for me.
“Okay, you already made me wait like twelve years,” I told him, grabbing his hair and trying to pull his face to where I wanted it to go.
“Oh, is that what you’d been wanting all this time?” Marvin asked, as he reached out with his finger to spread open my pussy lips and then gently began to suck on my clit. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
I breathed a sigh of release after all that anticipation, and felt the familiar feeling of his fingers going in and out of my pussy hole while his mouth expertly sucked my clit. It felt the same as it had
back in high school, as if we had never been apart.
I didn’t care that he saw how much I wanted him, needed him, how vulnerable I was for him and how weak he made me feel. My pussy was dripping wet, its juices spilling out onto his hand as he made me cum with his fingers and his mouth.
“Oh, my God, Marvin,” I cooed, as shivers ran through my body. “That feels so good. So good. Marvin.”
“You like when I make you cum for me, don’t you?” he asked, as he licked my clit up and down. “This pussy’s still mine, after all this time, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I nearly shouted out, as I finished cumming. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And then he had picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached into a drawer under the bed and pulled out a condom. He quickly put it on and then he looked into my eyes.
“Are you ready, Olivia?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him, as I thought, I’ve never been more ready for anything.
When he entered me, it felt like heaven all over again. His large, wide, hard cock slid into my very wet pussy. He held onto my ass while he stood up and fucked me.
“This feels fucking amazing,” he said, in a low growl.
I couldn’t agree more.
“It sure does,” I said.
He spanked my ass, gently at first, and told me, “You’re such a bad little girl, letting me fuck you again after we had long been broken up.”
“Don’t say that,” I told him, not wanting to think about our very long time apart. I just wanted to stay here in his arms, with his cock in my pussy, forever.
“But you are,” he said, spanking me harder this time, causing my pussy to clench up around his cock as I jumped a little bit in pain. But I felt pleasure, too. “You’re my bad girl.”
“I am,” I told him, burying my face in his neck.
He pumped and thrusted and as he did so, his cock began to throb inside me. I felt myself getting very close to the edge as I realized he was, too.
“I’m going to cum,” he called out, and I said, “Me too.”
“Oh, Olivia,” he said, as he pushed himself all the way inside me and released his cum into the condom. “Unh. Fuck.”
He groaned loudly while I panted and called out his name. Even though it had always been hot between us back in high school, it had never been this hot.
He was right – this was amazing.
And I never wanted it to end again.
Not this time.
This time, I wanted to keep him as mine, for good.
Chapter 32
Marvin
I walked with purpose, ignoring the stares of my teammates. Or maybe make that former teammates. I didn’t know – I had never heard back about the status of my suspension.
Some of them had their mouths hanging open, looking at me as if they were seeing a ghost. I couldn’t say I blamed them.
It had been a long time since I was back in this fucking locker room. And the last time was after I had just punched a player on the field. I was quite sure they never expected to see me here again.
But I had decided to take what I want in life and to really go after it. Like the old Marvin, except not as much as a fucking jerk.
It had long enough that I had completely healed from my injuries. Nothing had ever come of the suspicious doctor appointment, but I had a feeling that if I had pressed to get back on the team earlier, they may have concocted something against me so that I couldn’t. But maybe that was just the paranoia speaking.
Things in my life – except for not being able to play football, and the very sour note I had gone out on – had been going well. I was so happy to be back with Olivia.
She was watching Kylie for me when needed, but that wasn’t often, since I didn’t have much to do to occupy my time these days. And Kylie had not only adjusted to her presence in our lives, but she was, in fact, blossoming.
Except she sometimes commented that she missed her mother. I had been trying to contact Candy to work out some sort of agreement with her, like the judge had urged us to do. But she never answered me.
I had a bad feeling that she was back out on the streets again, using. At this point I supposed there was nothing to do but wait to get the judge’s ruling and go from there. But I was not looking forward to having to break the news to poor little Kylie.
I had had a lot of time to focus on making my relationship with Kylie better, just like my dad always urged me to do. But now was the time to focus on one of my own goals.
“Hey, Coach Kramer,” I said, as I knocked on the door frame of his office, because the door was already open.
“Marvin,” he said, looking surprised.
I hadn’t exactly called ahead.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I told him, before he had the chance to say anything.
“Do you?” he asked, looking dubious.
“Well, I know you haven’t contacted me, so you probably don’t want me playing,” I told him, deciding to jump right in with what I came to talk about. “And I know I’m a fucking washed up has been with a bad temper who causes you bad press, so I don’t blame you.”
He snorted then, as if to say that that was a pretty accurate representation of what he was thinking, so I must have been right when I said I knew, after all.
“And I’m here to apologize,” I continued. “And to beg for one favor.”
“What is that?” he said, with a shrug, as if just wanted to get on with it or over it.
“I just don’t want to go out on such a bad note,” I told him. “I know it was my fault. And I agree to retire and not cause you or the team any more of a hassle. But I want to do it in a blaze of glory rather than an implosion of drama like I did during the last game. I know you won’t believe me, and you have no reason to, but I’m feeling rejuvenated. Re-energized. I promise I’ll give you all I have for one more game, and then I’ll leave you alone for good.”
He raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say that this was actually a pretty agreeable deal.
“Well,” he said, with a shrug. “The team has already made it into the play-offs and we’re expected to be the division champions, by far. It looks like the Superbowl is already ours to play in.”
“I saw that, of course,” I told him. “Congrats.”
“I guess it can’t screw us up too much, to at least put you in for a quarter. If you’re bad, I’ll pull you and replace you in a heartbeat.”
“I understand, sir,” my heart racing at the thought that he was going to give me a chance.
There were only two more games before the Superbowl, and one of them was tonight, so I figured I’d better get ready to play in the next one.
But then he surprised me by saying, “Ward?”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Suit up,” he said. “If you brought your uniform, that is. You might as well play tonight. I’ll be looking forward to seeing that blaze of glory you promised. Or at least, a normal game without any embarrassment or drama.”
“Yes!” I told him, pumping my fist in the air.
I wanted to fucking hug him. But I refrained.
“Yes. Thank you, Coach. I appreciate it so much. And of course I brought my uniform. I always have it with me, just in case, I don’t know, some miracle happens and I’m called back. And this my miracle. Thank you so much!”
“I get it, Ward. You’re grateful,” Coach Kramer said, with a small smile on his face. “Now, go get ready or you’ll be late. Don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t,” I told him, unable to resist the biggest smile ever that was crossing my face.
I guessed Coach Kramer wasn’t that bad, after all.
I hurried to get ready, but first I called Olivia, and told her to head over to the stadium if she could. And to bring Kylie.
“You’re not kidding?” she asked me. “You really get to play again?”
“I really do!” I told her. “I couldn’t believe it, myself.”
“We’ll be righ
t there. Kylie, honey, good news!” she called out. Then she came back to the phone. “We were drawing and she drew me in the picture, with you and her. I was touched.”
“Awww,” I told her. “That’s great.”
“Yeah. She’s reluctantly putting away her colored pencils, so we’ll be on our way soon.”
“Olivia?” I began, but as soon as she said, “Yes?” I thought better of it.
I didn’t want to tell her yet. Not on the phone.
So instead, I just said, “Thanks for bringing Kylie and coming yourself, on such short notice like this.”
“No problem,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I just wish I could go out there and cheer for you.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I told her. “You will be, in my mind.”
Chapter 33
Marvin
I couldn’t believe I was back in the game. I was determined to make this last game my best ever – at least when it came to the amount of effort I was giving.
And I was on a roll, if I did say so myself. I had thrown three scoring passes and ran in a touchdown myself. Now, I looked out across the field and saw an opening, but it was far away. I wasn’t sure my throw was still good enough to make it.
The cameras had panned in on me, and then on Olivia and Kylie. Coach Kramer had made a press announcement about me before the game started, explaining why I was on the field, and finally resolving the question of What will happen to Marvin Ward’s football career?
Now, the local news was doing some feel good story about how I had rebounded for one last game, and one last chance to be a good dad to Kylie – and that Olivia, my high school ex, was helping me do that. They were really going all out, and portraying it as some all-American happy ever after story.
But I didn’t have time for the emotional aspect of all of this. I had to pay attention to the game going on in front of me.