TBlayz
12-30-2012, 01:33 PM
My first story submission, I appreciate in advance any and all suggestions, comments and critiques.....I hope you enjoy. I'm brainstorming the "sequel," so if all goes well....I'll be building on to the end of this one.
Something Unexpected
“Why do you look so damn familiar to me?” I heard her ask from a few feet away as my foot landed on second base.
“I’m not sure, maybe our teams have played each other before?” was all I could think of, she was stunning, those were the only words I could stammer out. Shoulder length, raven black hair, pulled up into a perfectly tight pony tail. Her jersey clung just tight enough to highlight her rounded breasts. Shorts just short enough to get a man’s attention topped legs that seemed to go on forever. I’d say she was about 5’4”, and the stunning beauty of her body was only matched by that of her face. And my mind was racing, desperately to piece together the puzzle that she’d presented.
“You might wanna run.” she said through a smile that paralyzed me where I stood. I hadn’t even known that the ball had been pitched, much less hit. Needless to say, I was thrown out at third base, for the last out of the game. A few of my teammates gave me the business about not paying attention, but it literally when in one ear and straight out the other. We did the post-game hand shakes, I was at the end of my team line, she was at the head of her team’s line. I was still lost in a haze when she grabbed my hand, a jolt of electricity ran up my right arm, straight into my head causing my ears to ring. I shook my head to snap out of the trance, this elicited a laugh that was so familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. And I’m known for my steel trap memory, I can remember the license plate number of my first car, why couldn’t I remember this gorgeous creature. As she released my hand, my head turned to allow my eyes to follow her to her dugout, the back of her shirt had a number “9” on it, and above that, the name “Snow White.”
“What the hell?” was all I could mutter.
“Hey, blockhead!!!” I heard, then a thump on the back of my head. I turned to see my little brother laughing at me. “You comin?” he asked, motioning towards the parking lot where there was a very large cooler of ice cold Bud Light waiting for sooth the sting of the loss.
“Yeah, I’ll get over there eventually.” I said, tossing my things into my bag. I sat on the bench in the dugout to take off my cleats when I heard it.
“Martel, get your ass in gear!” my head snapped up like a whip, I swore I heard the cracking sound loud and clear in my mind. My eyes locked on “Snow White” to see if it was who my brain suddenly was telling me it was. My head spun as I saw her jog out the meet one of her teammates, they were heading towards the parking lot. I skipped the whole removing the cleats thing when it all hit me flat in the forehead. I grabbed my bag and jogged after the two women. Taking in the beauty of two near perfect sets of legs, walking in step with one another, causing two near perfect sets of hips to sway back and forth. After I’d gotten to within about ten feet, I said, “Miss Martel?” And thankfully, she stopped and turned an instant 180 degrees, I closed the distance and was now face to face with her. “Miss Martel, the same Miss Martel that taught 11th grade creative writing at North High School?”
“Yes.” she said smiling. And then, like a flash of light, she said it, “Casey? Casey Charles? Seriously, is that really you?”
She remembered me!!! It’d been ten full years since I’d taken her class, I was a 17 year old, hormone driven, jock. She was a 23 year old, first job out of teaching school, smokin hot teacher, straight out of the fantasies of every male, and half the female students in our school. Oh, and the whole "Snow White" thing, she loved telling her classes about how she played the character of Snow White three years in a row while in college, and yes....that only enhanced all the lustful images in the very imaginative and extremely horny teenage boys. “Yeah, that’s me.” was all I could manage, my mind reeling in the fact that she actually remembered my name, after all those years, and having taught so many classes and students in that ten year span. Now realizing how we knew one another, I didn’t waste another moment, “We have plenty of cold beer right over there,” I said, pointing in the same direction they were walking, my brother holding up two bottles, waving them around like the ground crew at an airport, guiding in a jumbo jet.
“We really can’t stay,” her friend cut in.
“Well, maybe I could stay for a couple,” Miss Martel countered, giving her friend the “hey, I thought you were my wingman for things like this” look. Frustrated, her friend gave in, and the three of us headed over towards the small crowd gathered around my truck in the corner of the parking lot. Once we got over there, my brother tried to hand us each a beer, both of us declined at the same time, remembering how he’d been shaking the bottles like a squirrel on crack. “Thanks, I’ll get a fresh one,” she said, comfortably helping herself to the cooler on the tailgate, grabbing me one at the same time. I grabbed her beer to pry the top off, as I did, she popped her gorgeous body up on to the open tailgate of my truck, taking up an almost guarded position over the cooler.
I reached in and grabbed another beer, pulled the top off and handed it to her not so patiently waiting friend. She thanked me, threw me an obviously fake smile, and turned to talk to a few of the girls that played on our co-ed team. That was perfectly fine by me, she wasn’t the one that I wanted to talk to anyway. Turning my attention back towards my former fantasy.....I mean, teacher.....I walked over and leaned against the flat tailgate of my truck, making sure that my hip was just close enough to her tanned leg to allow the fabric of my t-shirt to brush against her smooth skin.
“Miss Martel,” I smiled.
She cut me off, “I think we’re well past you calling me that Casey,” she said, leaning her head back and pulling down the entire contents of the sweating bottle into her mouth, I could almost see her throat open to allow the rush of beer to flow down into her body. Letting out a long breath, she reached in to the cooler and pulled out another cold one, placed the cap against the side of the cooler, gave it a firm pop on the top, the cap dropped down in to the ice, without missing a beat, “I think it’s safe for you to call me Steph now. We aren’t in school anymore,” she said with a wink and playful smile.
“Steph it is then,” I smiled back, raising my bottle, “to thankfully remembering how we knew one another,” I offered. She raised her bottle to mine, clinking them together. I chugged mine down and quickly grabbed another, I couldn’t let myself be out drank by my old teacher I told myself.
Just then her friend came over, I heard Steph say her name, Melanie. They were whispering back and forth, my spidey sense was telling me that the wingman was trying to bring the evening to an early conclusion. This was something that I couldn’t allow to happen. So I injected myself into the conversation. “Melanie is it?” I asked evenly. “If you’re needing to get home, I’d be happy to give Steph a ride later.” She looked like she wanted to object, but a quick glance over to her friend got her to very easily, and nicely even, thank me for being able to do that for her, she offered up some reason why she needed to leave, but at that point, her talking sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher, all I heard was “waah wah, wah wah, waaaah wahhhh.” The ladies hugged, Melanie whispered something in Steph’s ear, they both laughed, Melanie actually smiled towards me and waved as she walked away.
The next two hours was a blur of beers, badly timed burps by my brother, and eventually a bet. I’m not even sure where how it came about, but things were getting pretty friendly between Steph and me, and I’d moved to standing in front of her, between her legs, and while her toned legs weren’t quite wrapped around my waist, her ankles were sort of hooked around my calves. She’d had on a pair of sport flip flops, those had fallen to the ground and it was just her bare feet rubbing against my legs. Things were definitely headed in a very good direction. Anyway, the bet.....I playfully challenged her to a thumb wrestling match, while I wasn’t the shy teenager in her classroom anymore, I still wasn’t as bold as others she may have known, this was my way of getting more contact. She readily accepted, and as we “wrestled” we shared a few things, it was a more clearing of the air then anything. She told me that she’d been married, now divorced, no kids....I told her that I too had been married, now divorced, no kids. It was at this point that the lights in the parking lot were shut off, that was the park’s signal that it was time to get the hell out. Well, our crew cleaned up our mess and everyone got into their vehicles and rolled out. Steph and I stayed behind, she was still sitting on my tailgate, I was between her legs, in the course of the “wrestling,” her legs had actually worked their way up around my waist. “Let’s put a wager on this last one,” I suggested, moving in very close, staring directly into her ice blue eyes.
“You read my mind,” was her playful response, “what did you have in mind?”
“Well, next match....winner takes all. The loser has to do whatever the winner tells him OR her to do until the sun comes up.”
Her head was tilted to one side, and she had an amazing smile that seemed to light up the entire darkened parking lot. She held out her hand, grabbed mine, shaking firmly, “You sir, have yourself a bet. Next match, winner takes all, on three we go.”
“Perfect,” I said laughing.
“One,” she said breathlessly.
“Two,” I said calmly, still locked on her eyes.
“Three! GO!” She yelled, laughing.
“My thumb was on top her of her small thumb in a flash! One! Two!” she pulled and twisted her hand, trying to pull away, but not with much authority. “Three!! I win!” I yelled, holding my arms up over my head in triumph. I did a small victory circle right in front of her. When I spun around in her direction again, I grabbed her ankles and pulled myself straight into her body, my chest pressing solidly against hers, I could feel her heart pounding, her eyes widened, there was a bolt of energy that shot through both our bodies at the same time. “I’ve wanted to do this from the very first moment I saw you,” I whispered.
She was about the ask what I was talking about when our lips met. Softly at first, almost a bit timidly, a momentary flash from the past, a teacher and a student, then reality set in, this was a different time, a new place, an entirely different set of circumstances. I pursed my lips down on her bottom lip, pulling on it, letting it go and following back in, our tongues met at the exact same moment, I could feel her small hands gripping tightly on my forearms, her bright orange fingernails digging into my skin. I slid one arm around her back and pulled her into me, her heaving chest mashed against mine, my other hand slid from her knee, up her goosebump covered skin, slightly into her loose shorts, tracing the edges of her panties along the inside of her thigh. When she felt my hand in her shorts, she wrapped her arms around me, I could feel her nails dig into the flesh on my back through my thin t-shirt.
I pulled away just long enough to say, “I think we should maybe get out of here.”
All she said was, “OK,” then pulled me back in for another kiss. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, I cupped my hands under her round ass and lifted her from the back of my truck and started to walk to the passenger side door, as I moved she put her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. I held her against my body with one arm and opened the truck door with the other, her legs were still around my waist when her firm cheeks hit the cool leather seat, the sudden flash of cold caused her to gasp. I kissed her again, my left hand holding her face by the chin, pulling away I again locked my brown eyes on to her icy eyes. I made a point to buckle her seat belt, for the sole purpose of being able to lean over her body and feel her against me for just those few seconds.
I closed up the tailgate on my truck then climbed in to the driver’s seat. Backing out of the parking spot, she started singing along with the radio. I reached over and grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in mine as we made the fifteen minute drive to my place. She used her thumb and sort of massaged my thumb as we drove. I’d look over at her every chance I got, her face was so alive, her voice was captivating, but it was the way she was holding my hand that probably did it. She looked over at me, as she did, I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed each finger, looking into her eyes with each small peck. She never stopped singing, it was a Van Halen song, one that didn’t get a lot of play on the radio, one of my favorites, and she knew every word. “And if it don’t come easily, one thing you must believe, you can always have trust in me, ‘cause my heart will always be, yours honestly,” something was definitely happening here, something unexpected, something amazing.
Four more songs played, she sang along with every one of them, we’d finally arrived at my small house. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was mine and it was on a lake, I had an enclosed back porch, a small dock and a nice boat, I had everything that I thought I’d needed. “Don’t move,” I told her then jumped out of the truck and ran around the front to her side. As soon as I opened the door she slid off the seat and again into my arms. I slid her around to my back and carried her toward my house piggyback. She rested her head on my shoulder as I slowly circled the house. I pulled open the screen door, kicked my shoes off on the porch and pushed my back door open.
“You don’t lock your door?” she asked in a fairly serious tone.
“No need to here really. The part of the lake I’m on is clear in the back, 3 miles from the main road, and my neighbors are a football field away or so, and on each side they’re cops. I’m in the safest house on the whole lake,” I finished, while at the same time, I pulled her back around in front of me, her legs still around my waist. I sat her on my bar and leaned in for another amazing kiss. This one had a hunger to it, we nearly devoured each other’s lips, our tongues circling one another. I lightly slide my fingertips up along the outside of each thigh, then around to her back, grabbing her shirt as I raised my hands from her hips up towards her shoulders, pulling the shirt up over her head, tossing it into my recliner. There was just enough light coming in through the windows from the moon to see her face, her eyes, still that ice blue were now starting to glow with a very noticeable desire. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it off, placing a hand on each side of my chest, she harshly grabbed and pinched both of my nipples, even twisted a little bit, it caught me totally off guard and I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes popped wide open, this reaction brought back that magical laugh, I leaned in and gently turned her head to the right and sucked her left earlobe into my mouth. This caused her to gasp sharply, I could feel the instant heat coming off of her body as soon as my lips touched her ear. I pulled away slowly, this time it was my turn to laugh. She put her hands back on my chest and started to slowly slide them down, over my nipples this time, tracing along the bottom of my pecks, each finger following the contour of my firm stomach, until her hands were at the waistband of my shorts. She looked at me, raising on eyebrow and slid just the tips of her fingers into my shorts, using them to pull me in to her. As our bodies made their first skin to skin contact, I slid one hand around to her back and traced up along her spine lightly until I felt the elastic band of her sports bra. I tucked a couple of fingers up into the pink material and lifted just slightly, I could feel her heart pounding through her chest and right into mine. Her legs again wrapped around my body, I lifted her off the bar and carried her into my bedroom. As we walked into the room she said that she needed to shower before we got any further, joking that her skin was sticky from sweating while playing and beating my team.
“I see, your whole plan was to distract me just during the game in order to end the game and beat us,” I teased. “Well Miss Martel, I think you’re right, we should shower.” I carried her into the bathroom flipping on the light was we walked in. I pulled the shower door open and stepped in, both of us still wearing our shorts. When I bought the house, this shower was one of the main reasons I had to have it. A massive walk in shower, sand colored tiles going from floor to ceiling, a large shower head hung over the exact center of the shower that gave you the feeling of showering in the shower. In one corner of the shower was a seat that so far had only been used to hold my body wash.
“This shower is amazing, I could stay in here for hours,” she said with a hint of lust now becoming even more prominent in her tone. My back was to the shower knobs, so she took her arms from around my neck and reached over and turned the water on. A shot of ice cold water came raining down from the shower head, the water hit her directly on her most exposed back causing her to actually scream. Her nipples were now very prominent, pushing firmly against the material of her bra. “Holy shit, that water is ice cold!”
She unwrapped her legs from my waist and I lowered her feet to the floor. My hands came back up along her sides and hooked into her bra then pulled it up and over hear dark hair, making sure that I didn’t pull her ponytail, I took the bra and tossed it over the shower door and down on to the floor. I put a hand on each shoulder and turned her around so her back was to me, the water finally started to warm up, I could feel her body relaxing from the shock of the unexpected cold shower. I slid my hands down along each arm, as my hands reached her hips, she reached up and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and let her hair fall down over her shoulders. Hooking the index finger of both hands into the waistband of her shorts and panties, I began to lower them down, as I slid her clothes down, I lowered my body so that when her panties were all the way off, I was eye level with her incredible ass, I caressed each of her beautiful cheeks, then without a word of warning, I slapped her firmly on the right cheek with my right hand. Catching her off guard, she let out a slight yelp and then a very low growl that seemed to work its way up along her legs, through her stomach and finally up out of her anxious mouth, a bright red hand print glowed on her ass. She kept trying to reach around behind herself and grab my now very clearly erect cock through the shorts I still had on, and each time she’d get close I’d grab her hand and place it up on her tits, pulling on her nipples slightly. I grabbed a washcloth and the body soap and began to wash her entire body. Relishing each and every second, each and every inch of her spectacular body. I started by washing her hair straight black hair, then using the soap covered washcloth, I first washed her back, kneeling behind her again I washed her legs, skipping over her ass on the first pass, then as I slid the washcloth back up along the inside of her leg, then used my free hand I slit me fingers along the crack of her ass, pressing in just the tip of my middle finger into her amazingly tight ass. Pulling my finger out, I slowly spun her around so she as now facing me, wasting no time I immediately began soaping her tits, the rainfall shower rinsing the soap off as quickly as I could get it on. Sliding down along her stomach, then without hesitation, pressing the soapy cloth along the folds of skin covering her clit, then her pussy, feeling my hand pressing into her through the cloth, a very slight moan escaped from her mouth. I could actually feel how wet she was through the already water soaked cloth, pressing more firmly against her slit. I let the cloth fall to the floor and slipped two fingers into her very hot hole, this caused her to raise up on to her toes, as she lowered her body back down, she spread her legs a bit wider for my hand, I reciprocated by slipping in a third finger, by her reaction it was quite clear that she was enjoying my washing methods. I curled my fingers up into her pussy, pressing against the backside of the clit, finding the correct spot and rhythm I began to stroke the inside of her pussy curled fingers, within a few strokes her knees began to shake. Not taking a chance of her legs giving out on her, I pulled my fingers out of her hole then leaned down and kissed her again, pulling away from the kiss, and again staring straight into her eyes, I tell her to sit on the seat in the corner of the shower. She follows my instruction without hesitation, slowly lowering herself, her hands holding her tits, looking at me with needy, wanting eyes.
I quickly slip my shorts off and toss them out of the shower as I did her shorts, it slapped down on to the tiled floor. I quickly use the same cloth and wash the dirt and sweat off of my body. After opening my eyes from rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I see her, legs spread wide open, her hand slowly turning small, gentle circles around her now very swollen clit.
“Where in the hell have you been all my life?” I ask while getting down on my knees between her open legs, I have a hand on each thigh. Quickly I lower my head down between her very smooth legs, wrapping my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue sideways, then flick it back across her clit in the other direction. Using the hand she was fingering herself with, she pulls open the her lips, exposing her dripping, smooth, hot pussy. I gradually begin to increase the pressure both sucking her into my mouth, and flicking my tongue back and forth, building up the intensity of the tonguing. As I taste her pussy, I slide two fingers back inside and begin to slowly slide them in and out, fucking her with two long fingers. Within minutes, she had both hands on the back of my head, pushing me down between her legs as she squeezes my head between her quivering legs, another moan then animalistic growl. She tries to reach down and again grab my rock hard dick, again I push her hand away. “Not yet,” I tell her. I stand up, turn off the shower then pull her up and wrap a large down around her spectacular body. Without even bothering to dry ourselves off, we head directly for my bed. As she crosses the room, the moon shines in through the sliding glass doors leading out on to my deck, it’s as if she’s actually glowing. Following close behind, she stops just before the bed and spins around, looking me dead in the eye, I actually freeze from the suddenness of the action. She quickly drops down to her knees in front of me and grabs my cock with one hand, my balls with the other, and lowers her mouth down over the head, her tongue pressed flat against the bottom side, then slowly sliding nearly my entire cock into her mouth and partially down her throat. I see the image of her chugging the beer earlier and remember wishing that this moment would eventually come. As her head slides up and down on my dick, her left hand is wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down as her magical mouth and tongue cause me to momentarily get light headed. With her other hand, she goes even lower and begins to massage the spot between my balls and my ass. Almost involuntarily I sit myself down on the edge of the kingsize bed, without missing a single stroke with her hands and her tongue, she looks straight up into my eyes, my cock’s full length nearly all the way into her mouth.
“Get up here on the bed with me,” I tell her. Again she responds immediately and without question. “You dirty girl,” I say playfully, running my fingers through her still wet hair.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“You like the be controlled don’t you? You want someone to take complete control of you and your body, to do things to you that you’ve never imagined, to make you do things that you never imagined you’d do, you want those things, don’t you?”
She just nods her head playfully, biting down on her bottom lip, my mind explodes with the infinite possibilities just laid before me...
Something Unexpected
“Why do you look so damn familiar to me?” I heard her ask from a few feet away as my foot landed on second base.
“I’m not sure, maybe our teams have played each other before?” was all I could think of, she was stunning, those were the only words I could stammer out. Shoulder length, raven black hair, pulled up into a perfectly tight pony tail. Her jersey clung just tight enough to highlight her rounded breasts. Shorts just short enough to get a man’s attention topped legs that seemed to go on forever. I’d say she was about 5’4”, and the stunning beauty of her body was only matched by that of her face. And my mind was racing, desperately to piece together the puzzle that she’d presented.
“You might wanna run.” she said through a smile that paralyzed me where I stood. I hadn’t even known that the ball had been pitched, much less hit. Needless to say, I was thrown out at third base, for the last out of the game. A few of my teammates gave me the business about not paying attention, but it literally when in one ear and straight out the other. We did the post-game hand shakes, I was at the end of my team line, she was at the head of her team’s line. I was still lost in a haze when she grabbed my hand, a jolt of electricity ran up my right arm, straight into my head causing my ears to ring. I shook my head to snap out of the trance, this elicited a laugh that was so familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. And I’m known for my steel trap memory, I can remember the license plate number of my first car, why couldn’t I remember this gorgeous creature. As she released my hand, my head turned to allow my eyes to follow her to her dugout, the back of her shirt had a number “9” on it, and above that, the name “Snow White.”
“What the hell?” was all I could mutter.
“Hey, blockhead!!!” I heard, then a thump on the back of my head. I turned to see my little brother laughing at me. “You comin?” he asked, motioning towards the parking lot where there was a very large cooler of ice cold Bud Light waiting for sooth the sting of the loss.
“Yeah, I’ll get over there eventually.” I said, tossing my things into my bag. I sat on the bench in the dugout to take off my cleats when I heard it.
“Martel, get your ass in gear!” my head snapped up like a whip, I swore I heard the cracking sound loud and clear in my mind. My eyes locked on “Snow White” to see if it was who my brain suddenly was telling me it was. My head spun as I saw her jog out the meet one of her teammates, they were heading towards the parking lot. I skipped the whole removing the cleats thing when it all hit me flat in the forehead. I grabbed my bag and jogged after the two women. Taking in the beauty of two near perfect sets of legs, walking in step with one another, causing two near perfect sets of hips to sway back and forth. After I’d gotten to within about ten feet, I said, “Miss Martel?” And thankfully, she stopped and turned an instant 180 degrees, I closed the distance and was now face to face with her. “Miss Martel, the same Miss Martel that taught 11th grade creative writing at North High School?”
“Yes.” she said smiling. And then, like a flash of light, she said it, “Casey? Casey Charles? Seriously, is that really you?”
She remembered me!!! It’d been ten full years since I’d taken her class, I was a 17 year old, hormone driven, jock. She was a 23 year old, first job out of teaching school, smokin hot teacher, straight out of the fantasies of every male, and half the female students in our school. Oh, and the whole "Snow White" thing, she loved telling her classes about how she played the character of Snow White three years in a row while in college, and yes....that only enhanced all the lustful images in the very imaginative and extremely horny teenage boys. “Yeah, that’s me.” was all I could manage, my mind reeling in the fact that she actually remembered my name, after all those years, and having taught so many classes and students in that ten year span. Now realizing how we knew one another, I didn’t waste another moment, “We have plenty of cold beer right over there,” I said, pointing in the same direction they were walking, my brother holding up two bottles, waving them around like the ground crew at an airport, guiding in a jumbo jet.
“We really can’t stay,” her friend cut in.
“Well, maybe I could stay for a couple,” Miss Martel countered, giving her friend the “hey, I thought you were my wingman for things like this” look. Frustrated, her friend gave in, and the three of us headed over towards the small crowd gathered around my truck in the corner of the parking lot. Once we got over there, my brother tried to hand us each a beer, both of us declined at the same time, remembering how he’d been shaking the bottles like a squirrel on crack. “Thanks, I’ll get a fresh one,” she said, comfortably helping herself to the cooler on the tailgate, grabbing me one at the same time. I grabbed her beer to pry the top off, as I did, she popped her gorgeous body up on to the open tailgate of my truck, taking up an almost guarded position over the cooler.
I reached in and grabbed another beer, pulled the top off and handed it to her not so patiently waiting friend. She thanked me, threw me an obviously fake smile, and turned to talk to a few of the girls that played on our co-ed team. That was perfectly fine by me, she wasn’t the one that I wanted to talk to anyway. Turning my attention back towards my former fantasy.....I mean, teacher.....I walked over and leaned against the flat tailgate of my truck, making sure that my hip was just close enough to her tanned leg to allow the fabric of my t-shirt to brush against her smooth skin.
“Miss Martel,” I smiled.
She cut me off, “I think we’re well past you calling me that Casey,” she said, leaning her head back and pulling down the entire contents of the sweating bottle into her mouth, I could almost see her throat open to allow the rush of beer to flow down into her body. Letting out a long breath, she reached in to the cooler and pulled out another cold one, placed the cap against the side of the cooler, gave it a firm pop on the top, the cap dropped down in to the ice, without missing a beat, “I think it’s safe for you to call me Steph now. We aren’t in school anymore,” she said with a wink and playful smile.
“Steph it is then,” I smiled back, raising my bottle, “to thankfully remembering how we knew one another,” I offered. She raised her bottle to mine, clinking them together. I chugged mine down and quickly grabbed another, I couldn’t let myself be out drank by my old teacher I told myself.
Just then her friend came over, I heard Steph say her name, Melanie. They were whispering back and forth, my spidey sense was telling me that the wingman was trying to bring the evening to an early conclusion. This was something that I couldn’t allow to happen. So I injected myself into the conversation. “Melanie is it?” I asked evenly. “If you’re needing to get home, I’d be happy to give Steph a ride later.” She looked like she wanted to object, but a quick glance over to her friend got her to very easily, and nicely even, thank me for being able to do that for her, she offered up some reason why she needed to leave, but at that point, her talking sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher, all I heard was “waah wah, wah wah, waaaah wahhhh.” The ladies hugged, Melanie whispered something in Steph’s ear, they both laughed, Melanie actually smiled towards me and waved as she walked away.
The next two hours was a blur of beers, badly timed burps by my brother, and eventually a bet. I’m not even sure where how it came about, but things were getting pretty friendly between Steph and me, and I’d moved to standing in front of her, between her legs, and while her toned legs weren’t quite wrapped around my waist, her ankles were sort of hooked around my calves. She’d had on a pair of sport flip flops, those had fallen to the ground and it was just her bare feet rubbing against my legs. Things were definitely headed in a very good direction. Anyway, the bet.....I playfully challenged her to a thumb wrestling match, while I wasn’t the shy teenager in her classroom anymore, I still wasn’t as bold as others she may have known, this was my way of getting more contact. She readily accepted, and as we “wrestled” we shared a few things, it was a more clearing of the air then anything. She told me that she’d been married, now divorced, no kids....I told her that I too had been married, now divorced, no kids. It was at this point that the lights in the parking lot were shut off, that was the park’s signal that it was time to get the hell out. Well, our crew cleaned up our mess and everyone got into their vehicles and rolled out. Steph and I stayed behind, she was still sitting on my tailgate, I was between her legs, in the course of the “wrestling,” her legs had actually worked their way up around my waist. “Let’s put a wager on this last one,” I suggested, moving in very close, staring directly into her ice blue eyes.
“You read my mind,” was her playful response, “what did you have in mind?”
“Well, next match....winner takes all. The loser has to do whatever the winner tells him OR her to do until the sun comes up.”
Her head was tilted to one side, and she had an amazing smile that seemed to light up the entire darkened parking lot. She held out her hand, grabbed mine, shaking firmly, “You sir, have yourself a bet. Next match, winner takes all, on three we go.”
“Perfect,” I said laughing.
“One,” she said breathlessly.
“Two,” I said calmly, still locked on her eyes.
“Three! GO!” She yelled, laughing.
“My thumb was on top her of her small thumb in a flash! One! Two!” she pulled and twisted her hand, trying to pull away, but not with much authority. “Three!! I win!” I yelled, holding my arms up over my head in triumph. I did a small victory circle right in front of her. When I spun around in her direction again, I grabbed her ankles and pulled myself straight into her body, my chest pressing solidly against hers, I could feel her heart pounding, her eyes widened, there was a bolt of energy that shot through both our bodies at the same time. “I’ve wanted to do this from the very first moment I saw you,” I whispered.
She was about the ask what I was talking about when our lips met. Softly at first, almost a bit timidly, a momentary flash from the past, a teacher and a student, then reality set in, this was a different time, a new place, an entirely different set of circumstances. I pursed my lips down on her bottom lip, pulling on it, letting it go and following back in, our tongues met at the exact same moment, I could feel her small hands gripping tightly on my forearms, her bright orange fingernails digging into my skin. I slid one arm around her back and pulled her into me, her heaving chest mashed against mine, my other hand slid from her knee, up her goosebump covered skin, slightly into her loose shorts, tracing the edges of her panties along the inside of her thigh. When she felt my hand in her shorts, she wrapped her arms around me, I could feel her nails dig into the flesh on my back through my thin t-shirt.
I pulled away just long enough to say, “I think we should maybe get out of here.”
All she said was, “OK,” then pulled me back in for another kiss. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, I cupped my hands under her round ass and lifted her from the back of my truck and started to walk to the passenger side door, as I moved she put her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. I held her against my body with one arm and opened the truck door with the other, her legs were still around my waist when her firm cheeks hit the cool leather seat, the sudden flash of cold caused her to gasp. I kissed her again, my left hand holding her face by the chin, pulling away I again locked my brown eyes on to her icy eyes. I made a point to buckle her seat belt, for the sole purpose of being able to lean over her body and feel her against me for just those few seconds.
I closed up the tailgate on my truck then climbed in to the driver’s seat. Backing out of the parking spot, she started singing along with the radio. I reached over and grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in mine as we made the fifteen minute drive to my place. She used her thumb and sort of massaged my thumb as we drove. I’d look over at her every chance I got, her face was so alive, her voice was captivating, but it was the way she was holding my hand that probably did it. She looked over at me, as she did, I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed each finger, looking into her eyes with each small peck. She never stopped singing, it was a Van Halen song, one that didn’t get a lot of play on the radio, one of my favorites, and she knew every word. “And if it don’t come easily, one thing you must believe, you can always have trust in me, ‘cause my heart will always be, yours honestly,” something was definitely happening here, something unexpected, something amazing.
Four more songs played, she sang along with every one of them, we’d finally arrived at my small house. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was mine and it was on a lake, I had an enclosed back porch, a small dock and a nice boat, I had everything that I thought I’d needed. “Don’t move,” I told her then jumped out of the truck and ran around the front to her side. As soon as I opened the door she slid off the seat and again into my arms. I slid her around to my back and carried her toward my house piggyback. She rested her head on my shoulder as I slowly circled the house. I pulled open the screen door, kicked my shoes off on the porch and pushed my back door open.
“You don’t lock your door?” she asked in a fairly serious tone.
“No need to here really. The part of the lake I’m on is clear in the back, 3 miles from the main road, and my neighbors are a football field away or so, and on each side they’re cops. I’m in the safest house on the whole lake,” I finished, while at the same time, I pulled her back around in front of me, her legs still around my waist. I sat her on my bar and leaned in for another amazing kiss. This one had a hunger to it, we nearly devoured each other’s lips, our tongues circling one another. I lightly slide my fingertips up along the outside of each thigh, then around to her back, grabbing her shirt as I raised my hands from her hips up towards her shoulders, pulling the shirt up over her head, tossing it into my recliner. There was just enough light coming in through the windows from the moon to see her face, her eyes, still that ice blue were now starting to glow with a very noticeable desire. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it off, placing a hand on each side of my chest, she harshly grabbed and pinched both of my nipples, even twisted a little bit, it caught me totally off guard and I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes popped wide open, this reaction brought back that magical laugh, I leaned in and gently turned her head to the right and sucked her left earlobe into my mouth. This caused her to gasp sharply, I could feel the instant heat coming off of her body as soon as my lips touched her ear. I pulled away slowly, this time it was my turn to laugh. She put her hands back on my chest and started to slowly slide them down, over my nipples this time, tracing along the bottom of my pecks, each finger following the contour of my firm stomach, until her hands were at the waistband of my shorts. She looked at me, raising on eyebrow and slid just the tips of her fingers into my shorts, using them to pull me in to her. As our bodies made their first skin to skin contact, I slid one hand around to her back and traced up along her spine lightly until I felt the elastic band of her sports bra. I tucked a couple of fingers up into the pink material and lifted just slightly, I could feel her heart pounding through her chest and right into mine. Her legs again wrapped around my body, I lifted her off the bar and carried her into my bedroom. As we walked into the room she said that she needed to shower before we got any further, joking that her skin was sticky from sweating while playing and beating my team.
“I see, your whole plan was to distract me just during the game in order to end the game and beat us,” I teased. “Well Miss Martel, I think you’re right, we should shower.” I carried her into the bathroom flipping on the light was we walked in. I pulled the shower door open and stepped in, both of us still wearing our shorts. When I bought the house, this shower was one of the main reasons I had to have it. A massive walk in shower, sand colored tiles going from floor to ceiling, a large shower head hung over the exact center of the shower that gave you the feeling of showering in the shower. In one corner of the shower was a seat that so far had only been used to hold my body wash.
“This shower is amazing, I could stay in here for hours,” she said with a hint of lust now becoming even more prominent in her tone. My back was to the shower knobs, so she took her arms from around my neck and reached over and turned the water on. A shot of ice cold water came raining down from the shower head, the water hit her directly on her most exposed back causing her to actually scream. Her nipples were now very prominent, pushing firmly against the material of her bra. “Holy shit, that water is ice cold!”
She unwrapped her legs from my waist and I lowered her feet to the floor. My hands came back up along her sides and hooked into her bra then pulled it up and over hear dark hair, making sure that I didn’t pull her ponytail, I took the bra and tossed it over the shower door and down on to the floor. I put a hand on each shoulder and turned her around so her back was to me, the water finally started to warm up, I could feel her body relaxing from the shock of the unexpected cold shower. I slid my hands down along each arm, as my hands reached her hips, she reached up and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and let her hair fall down over her shoulders. Hooking the index finger of both hands into the waistband of her shorts and panties, I began to lower them down, as I slid her clothes down, I lowered my body so that when her panties were all the way off, I was eye level with her incredible ass, I caressed each of her beautiful cheeks, then without a word of warning, I slapped her firmly on the right cheek with my right hand. Catching her off guard, she let out a slight yelp and then a very low growl that seemed to work its way up along her legs, through her stomach and finally up out of her anxious mouth, a bright red hand print glowed on her ass. She kept trying to reach around behind herself and grab my now very clearly erect cock through the shorts I still had on, and each time she’d get close I’d grab her hand and place it up on her tits, pulling on her nipples slightly. I grabbed a washcloth and the body soap and began to wash her entire body. Relishing each and every second, each and every inch of her spectacular body. I started by washing her hair straight black hair, then using the soap covered washcloth, I first washed her back, kneeling behind her again I washed her legs, skipping over her ass on the first pass, then as I slid the washcloth back up along the inside of her leg, then used my free hand I slit me fingers along the crack of her ass, pressing in just the tip of my middle finger into her amazingly tight ass. Pulling my finger out, I slowly spun her around so she as now facing me, wasting no time I immediately began soaping her tits, the rainfall shower rinsing the soap off as quickly as I could get it on. Sliding down along her stomach, then without hesitation, pressing the soapy cloth along the folds of skin covering her clit, then her pussy, feeling my hand pressing into her through the cloth, a very slight moan escaped from her mouth. I could actually feel how wet she was through the already water soaked cloth, pressing more firmly against her slit. I let the cloth fall to the floor and slipped two fingers into her very hot hole, this caused her to raise up on to her toes, as she lowered her body back down, she spread her legs a bit wider for my hand, I reciprocated by slipping in a third finger, by her reaction it was quite clear that she was enjoying my washing methods. I curled my fingers up into her pussy, pressing against the backside of the clit, finding the correct spot and rhythm I began to stroke the inside of her pussy curled fingers, within a few strokes her knees began to shake. Not taking a chance of her legs giving out on her, I pulled my fingers out of her hole then leaned down and kissed her again, pulling away from the kiss, and again staring straight into her eyes, I tell her to sit on the seat in the corner of the shower. She follows my instruction without hesitation, slowly lowering herself, her hands holding her tits, looking at me with needy, wanting eyes.
I quickly slip my shorts off and toss them out of the shower as I did her shorts, it slapped down on to the tiled floor. I quickly use the same cloth and wash the dirt and sweat off of my body. After opening my eyes from rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I see her, legs spread wide open, her hand slowly turning small, gentle circles around her now very swollen clit.
“Where in the hell have you been all my life?” I ask while getting down on my knees between her open legs, I have a hand on each thigh. Quickly I lower my head down between her very smooth legs, wrapping my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue sideways, then flick it back across her clit in the other direction. Using the hand she was fingering herself with, she pulls open the her lips, exposing her dripping, smooth, hot pussy. I gradually begin to increase the pressure both sucking her into my mouth, and flicking my tongue back and forth, building up the intensity of the tonguing. As I taste her pussy, I slide two fingers back inside and begin to slowly slide them in and out, fucking her with two long fingers. Within minutes, she had both hands on the back of my head, pushing me down between her legs as she squeezes my head between her quivering legs, another moan then animalistic growl. She tries to reach down and again grab my rock hard dick, again I push her hand away. “Not yet,” I tell her. I stand up, turn off the shower then pull her up and wrap a large down around her spectacular body. Without even bothering to dry ourselves off, we head directly for my bed. As she crosses the room, the moon shines in through the sliding glass doors leading out on to my deck, it’s as if she’s actually glowing. Following close behind, she stops just before the bed and spins around, looking me dead in the eye, I actually freeze from the suddenness of the action. She quickly drops down to her knees in front of me and grabs my cock with one hand, my balls with the other, and lowers her mouth down over the head, her tongue pressed flat against the bottom side, then slowly sliding nearly my entire cock into her mouth and partially down her throat. I see the image of her chugging the beer earlier and remember wishing that this moment would eventually come. As her head slides up and down on my dick, her left hand is wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down as her magical mouth and tongue cause me to momentarily get light headed. With her other hand, she goes even lower and begins to massage the spot between my balls and my ass. Almost involuntarily I sit myself down on the edge of the kingsize bed, without missing a single stroke with her hands and her tongue, she looks straight up into my eyes, my cock’s full length nearly all the way into her mouth.
“Get up here on the bed with me,” I tell her. Again she responds immediately and without question. “You dirty girl,” I say playfully, running my fingers through her still wet hair.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“You like the be controlled don’t you? You want someone to take complete control of you and your body, to do things to you that you’ve never imagined, to make you do things that you never imagined you’d do, you want those things, don’t you?”
She just nods her head playfully, biting down on her bottom lip, my mind explodes with the infinite possibilities just laid before me...