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Fourth Quarter

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She leaned against a tree, watching from a distance. Tyler didn’t even notice until the field had cleared. He felt a presence, someone watching him. And then in the shadows of the trees he spotted her. Who was she, what was she doing there? He finished packing his bag and started to walk in her direction. Glancing back, he noticed that no one was left in the parking lot except his cousin, his ride home.

Last May when he turned 18 he had scraped together enough money to buy his first car, but it had crapped out on him and was in the shop. Again. He waved to his cousin. “One minute,” he called. He continued walking toward her.

As Tyler approached, she reached back placing her hands palm down on the tree trunk. Her full breasts were outlined by the cotton fabric of her tee shirt, the nipples erect and protruding. Her curves filled out the low-rise jeans that hugged her hips; her navel was just visible above the waistband. He felt a flush and slight hardening. Shifting his gaze up to her face, he saw her pretty features framed in cropped brown waves, a few blond streaks tucked behind her ears. She was older, definitely not a high school chick, probably not even still in college. She ducked her head and turned away slightly, a coy gesture. At first he thought it was an act, but she blushed genuinely. An arousing combination of womanly sexuality and girlish nervousness.

Tyler moved in closer, looking down at her. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry. I was just enjoying the game. I hope you don’t mind.” She straightened up from the tree, moving a little closer as well. “You play well.”

A small smile lingered on her lips. He watched them part slightly, her tongue tracing them gently. She looked up at him, biting her lower lip. Then she backed away abruptly, as if changing her mind.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. She appeared flustered. “I’m sure you have to go now.” She started to turn away when he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Wait. Who are you?”

“I’m just someone who kinda likes football. That’s all. I really don’t mean to keep you. I can see your ride waving to you.”

Tyler felt there was an opportunity here. The stirring in his loins was not just his imagination. He knew she was older than he was, but maybe that wouldn’t matter. He didn’t want to pass up on the possibility. The heat he felt pressing against his shorts was real. Her hardened nipples and slight flush were also real. He wondered if the attraction was mutual. He guessed it was.

“I, uh, would like to see you again. I mean, do you come watch the games often?” He leaned a little closer, hoping she wouldn’t back away. He was still holding her arm.

“Actually, no. But I could come again…” instead of backing away, she leaned in also, tilting her head up at him. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. Her lips looked full and her tongue darted out again, wetting them.

Boldly Tyler leaned in, pressing her back against the tree. He held both her arms against the rough bark. She rose up slightly on her toes and a soft moan escaped her lips. He took his chance and bent down to kiss her. Her mouth responded heatedly, their tongues came together, seeking and exploring. Her back arched, her chest pushed up toward him, but he held himself back from her, feeling himself throb. As he pulled away from the kiss, she opened her eyes and looked into his, a passion burning inside. Then she melted back against the tree, turning her head down and away. She seemed embarrassed by her response.

“Oh god. I’m sorry. I don’t even know you. You’re so much younger…”

“No, don’t apologize. You keep repeating yourself. Don’t. Please.” Now he didn’t know what to say, but he knew he wanted to see her again. “Can I see you again? Will you come to watch again?”

“I don’t know. If you want me to…”

“Yes, of course I do. Please. We’re playing again next Saturday. Will you be here?”

“I’ll try. I’d really like to.”

Behind him, he could hear his cousin calling him. “I have to go. My cousin’s my ride home while my car is in the shop. I hope I see you next week.” Tyler turned and ran across the field. At the edge of the parking lot he stopped and looked back, but she was gone.

On the ride home, his cousin hounded him about “the chick” he had kissed. Who was she, what grade was she in? He brushed it off, making it up on the spot and saying she was some girl from another town. Someone he’d met at the mall. He said she was moving away. You know, when the time is right, you just don’t pass up the chance to kiss a girl, even if you don’t think you’ll ever see her again. He did tell his cousin that she might be there next week. So, if he told him to go on home without him, he should just go. He didn’t know how he’d get home if that happened, but he didn’t really care. He’d figure something out.

Several times during the next seven days, Tyler found himself thinking about her. He imagined his hands on her curves, tracing her hips, caressing her breasts. He imagined her tongue tracing his own lips, her ripe body pressing against his. He had not been bold enough to let her feel his excitement. If he had the chance again, he would. He would pull her against him. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. He realized that he didn’t even know her name. He didn’t even know if she would be there, but he certainly hoped she would.

During the game on Saturday, Tyler scanned the edges of the field, looking for her. He made sure it didn’t distract him, but he took advantage of every chance he got to search for her. He played well and hoped she was watching. He didn’t see her until after the field was cleared again. She was sitting under the same tree across the field. He waved to her as he picked up his bag, tucking the football under his arm.

His cousin noticed the gesture and looked in her direction. “Oh, ho, cuz! Maybe you’ll get lucky!” he joked. “You want me to take off?”

“Yeah, but if I need a ride, can I call you?” He was still pissed off about his car. Piece of shit clunker.

“No problem. Just tell me when and where to get ya.” He watched his cousin head back to the car. That’s when he noticed the silver-blue minivan parked under the trees at the far end of the lot.

He hated minivans. Fuckin’ gas guzzling mommy vans, full of screaming kids and fast food wrappers. Even so, he imagined it might be hers. His mind flashed on a hot and heavy make out scene in the back seat, and his cock stiffened immediately. Jesus, what if he was misreading this whole situation? He didn’t think he was, though. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and then headed across the field toward her.

She stood up as he approached, brushing the grass clippings off her denim shorts. Her legs were shapely, lean, and finely muscled. She wore a fitted wrap shirt, and he couldn’t help but notice her cleavage. Her breasts were full and round, the curves visible in the v-neck of the blouse. He imagined slipping his hands up inside the shirt and cupping her breasts. Now he was rock hard and he wondered if his erection was visible through his shorts.

She reached for the football and swiped it out from his arm. He caught a close up of the cleft formed by her tits as she ducked away from him. God, he wanted to rip that shirt off of her. She ran out into the field, smiling. “C’mon,” she called.

“I’m tired,” he protested. “I just played a game.”

“I know. That’s the only way I have a chance! I like to play, but I suck at it.” She threw a pass to him. It spiraled decently, but it was a little off. He had to run a bit to catch it. She began running toward him.

“Come on, pass it,” she urged.

Tyler threw a gentle pass, and she caught it, tucking it against her body. She continued running toward him. “You want it?” she asked. “Come and get it!” She ran past him, twisting out of his way as he reached for it.

He understood that she wanted him to go after it. He sprinted slightly and reached for her arm, grabbing gently for the ball. She twisted again and clutched it tighter. Damn, he realized, she really wanted him to go for it. She slowed down and turned around, jogging backwards. He was tired; he was pissed. He didn’t want to play football with some woman. He wanted, well, he was horny and he wanted to fuck her. And here she was messing around on the field with his damn football. He looked at her. At least she wasn’t giggling and silly like the chicks at school. She was pretty serious. She was watching him closely. As soon as she realized he was going after her, she picked up the pace. Yeah, he was tired, but he could catch her.

He caught up with her pretty quickly, but each time he reached out for the ball, she sped up slightly or twisted just enough to elude him. Finally, he pushed into her, intending to wrestle the ball away while running, but she ducked and clutched it more tightly. Instinctively, he pushed into her harder, tackling her and taking her down. As they crashed and rolled on the ground, he realized she could get hurt. He tried to cushion the fall, holding her so she wouldn’t take the full force of his body on hers. When they stopped, he was surprised to hear low laughter.

“Damn, that was a good tackle.” She turned to look back at him. Her cheek was smudged with dirt. There were grass clippings in her hair. He was behind her, looking over her shoulder. Her shirt was twisted. From his vantage point, he could see part of a pink, satin-edged bra. Her breasts heaved as she caught her breath. Her ass was against his thigh. She sat up, bent one knee, and brushed off some dirt and grass. Tyler sat upright and stared at her.

What kind of chick was this, anyway? Or woman. As he noticed the fine lines around her eyes, he realized she must be in her thirties. But damn, she was in good shape. He admired her body openly as she stood and brushed herself off, dropping the football on the ground. She stood right near him and he could see the curve of her ass inside her shorts. She bent over and picked up the ball, tossing it at him.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re tired. I just didn’t want to miss my chance to play. That’s really about all I can handle. I don’t even know the rules of the damn game…”

“It’s no problem. And stop fucking apologizing for everything. If I didn’t want to run after you, I wouldn’t have. I make my own choices.” He stood up and tossed the ball back to her. She caught it and turned it in her hands, shifting it back and forth from the right to the left. Then she turned and headed back over to the tree. She picked up a small backpack and waited for him. He really didn’t know what the fuck he was doing here with her, but again he sensed an opportunity. And he didn’t want to miss it.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” She looked at him expectantly.

“I don’t know. Sure…” he replied.

She hesitated and shifted on her feet, lifting the bag to her right shoulder.

“Yeah…” He continued. There was an awkward silence. God, why didn’t he ever know what to say to girls? He felt a little better that she seemed just as unsure.

She reached into her bag and took out some keys. She glanced up at him and then began walking toward the parking lot. Tyler grabbed his things and followed her. Yeah, she was headed for the minivan. He envisioned the make out scene again, pressing her against the back seat, sliding his hands up inside her shirt. He caught up with her just as the sliding door opened. She bent over and reached inside, putting her bag on the floor. God, he wanted to grab her hips and pull her ass against him. He stood close behind her, imagining himself taking her from behind.

She hadn’t noticed him come up behind her and as she straightened up, she backed right into him. He stood his ground, waiting for her to giggle or quickly move away like all the girls he knew. Instead she froze in place, her butt pressed against his crotch. He was certain she could feel his stiff cock pressed against her. He could feel her take a deep breath, and then she leaned back into him further. Her hair was lightly scented, the skin on her neck was flushed. He dropped his bag and reached around, wrapping her in his arms. He brushed his palms on her breasts, making circles over her nipples. The response was immediate; he could feel them hardening and swelling in his hands. She tilted her head back against his chest. He brought his mouth down on her neck, eliciting a low moan from her throat. He kissed, then gently bit the nape of her neck. He felt her tense up. She moaned again as he ground himself against her, gently but firmly pulling her hips back toward him. He felt her knees go weak as she struggled to stay upright.

Tyler turned her to face him. He ran his fingers down her jaw and tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. They were deep brown, and again, he could see the passion there. It wasn’t like other girls he’d kissed. Their eyes had looked excited, but nervous, worried even. This look was hungry, willing, ready. Her hands reached up and she ran her fingers through his hair, entwining them on the back of his neck. The sensation of that simple touch gave him goose bumps. She pulled him down to kiss her, and her tongue sought his. The kiss was deep and sensuous. She held nothing back.

As they began to pull apart, she took his lower lip into her mouth, giving it a firm and painful nip. His reaction was swift and hard. He reached up, grabbed her hands, and pressed them behind her back. With his mouth, he pushed her head back, kissing her deeply, biting her back. It was difficult to restrain himself. He was pissed that she had bit him, but incredibly turned on. God, he wanted her right now.

Tyler backed her up to the car, still pinning her hands behind her back. He maneuvered her into the back seat, finally releasing her hands and pushing her shoulders down. As he pushed her down into the seat, she surprised him with a strength he didn’t know she had. She had seemed so compliant, weak with desire, and yet she now pushed back against him, forcing him upright. Pressing her palms against his chest and shoulders, she turned the tables and moved him back into the seat instead. Then she slid to the floor, gliding her hands down his chest and his thighs. Her fingers danced behind his knees, then she pressed her palms up his thighs. She slipped one hand up inside his shorts. Her other hand moved to his waistband. She hooked two fingers inside. He moaned as her other hand found his penis, caressing it through his boxers. She pushed the leg of his shorts higher, tracing the path her hand made with her mouth. Her tongue lapped at his thigh and she worked her way right up to the crease where his leg joined his torso. She dragged her tongue along that crease to the top of his leg and back again toward his package. He began to relax despite the anticipation he felt. He had had a few clumsy blowjobs from other girls his age, but he sensed this would be different. He wanted to enjoy it completely.

Damn it, she had just nipped his inner thigh. He buried his hand in her hair, and firmly, but gently, pulled her back. She looked up at him. Again, he saw that hunger in her eyes. This time both her hands sought his waistband. She slipped his shorts down, running one hand over his ass as he lifted it from the seat. His shorts were still tangled around one foot when she rose up on her knees, her tongue flicking out to tease his cock. He was erect in front of her, and she put one hand around the base, gently applying pressure. She followed with her tongue, moistening the ring her fingers made around him. She began twisting the ring, moving it up and down while she lowered her mouth over his head, snaking her tongue down the underside. He watched with fascination as she began to work him, twisting and moving her left hand up and down, while coordinating her mouth on his head. She would take half of him in her mouth, sliding her fingers right up underneath her lips. The gentle squeezing combined with the attention on the head was quickly bringing him toward a climax. God, he could feel it coming.

Tyler leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. He felt himself tense up as she increased her tempo, twisting, rising, and falling. He vaguely felt her mouth come off his cock, but then felt her tongue flicking his head, swirling around the tip. Her left hand continued its twisting up and down motion. He worked hard at holding himself back now, trying to prolong the pleasure. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it. Her pace slowed slightly as she increased the pressure with her mouth. He felt her right hand slide up his thigh, caressing the crease her tongue had traced earlier. She cupped his balls, fondling them gently, and then she gently pressed her knuckles into the patch of skin just behind them as she continued to pump him with her mouth. The pressure was too much. He just couldn’t stop himself, and he exploded inside her mouth, throbbing and ejaculating in quick successive spurts. God, it had never felt that good before.

His load must have been huge or he must have pushed back into her throat, because he felt her gag slightly once – no twice – toward the end of his orgasm. Concerned, he opened his eyes, lifted his head, and looked down at her. She was looking up at him, her mouth was still over his cock, her left hand still formed a ring just below her lips. He could see some of his cum escaping her lips, dripping over her fingers. She returned her attention to his cock, and he watched her gently lick him clean. She kept her fingers around him, pressing them back down around the base and still applying a gentle pressure. This kept him erect while she continued to clean him up. Finally, she released him and sat back on her knees.

She reached toward the front of the car and handed him a water bottle. It was like she had read his mind. He drank deeply, quenching his thirst, and then handed it back. Her left hand swirled lazily on his hip and thigh as she drank from the bottle and he felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He noticed a sheen of perspiration on her face, neck, and chest. She finished drinking and looked up at him. She wiped her mouth. A small smile played on her lips. The silence was not awkward; rather, it was comfortable.

She set the water bottle down and reached back toward the front of the car again. This time, she brought out a pack of breath mints. She opened the package and popped one into her mouth. He wanted to ask her for one, but she put the package away again. He sat upright and leaned toward her. She looked at him expectantly. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, taking the mint from her mouth. She backed up and watched him suck on the mint for a moment. Then she leaned forward and kissed him, reclaiming the slippery circle. Before pulling away, however, she returned it. Then she turned and clambered into the front seat, leaving him to pull his shorts back on.

She had started the engine by the time he had dressed. He couldn’t climb into the front seat like she had, so she waited as he exited the rear of the car and then re-entered, settling into the front passenger seat. She pulled out of the lot as he buckled up. He didn’t know where they were going, and he didn’t really care. He took the opportunity to relax, easing his head back and closing his eyes. He enjoyed reliving moments from her blowjob in the backseat. God, she could work him over well. He felt that familiar stirring in his loins again and hoped they were going somewhere to continue what they had started.

His eyes flew open and he sat up when he felt the car turn off onto an unpaved road. For a moment, he panicked. He did not even know this woman, and now he didn’t even know where they were.

He cleared his throat. “Um, where are we going?” She glanced over at him, sensing his unease.

“It’s OK; it’s a friend’s house. A cabin actually. I promise to have you home before 7:30.” She nodded at the center console. “There’s a cell phone if you’d like to call your cousin. Let him know you’ve got a ride home.”

She pulled the car into a space near the front door of a small cabin. He knew they were near the lake and the smell of cedar and pine was fresh in the air. She shut the engine off and opened her car door. Stepping out, she turned and reached for the center console. He admired her cleavage once again as she leaned to remove the cell phone from its holder. She must have sensed his attention, because she looked up at him.

“Mmm… you like the view, do you?” She smiled sweetly. Looking down at her chest, she placed her hands on the outer curves of her breasts, pushing them together and further enhancing the cleft between her breasts. Then she ran her hands over them, obviously enjoying the sensation. “I do, too.” He was shocked once again by her level of comfort with her own body. The girls he knew would have giggled and blushed, but never have touched themselves so easily, so casually, and with such pleasure.

She handed him the cell phone and turned to head for the front door. “I’ll be inside.”

He sat in the car for a moment, a million thoughts running through his head. Nothing had prepared him for an experience like this. Was he going to live up to her expectations? Was he going to regret this? Shit, he was confused now. He dialed his cousin and told him he was with his friend, the girl from the mall. Yeah, she was leaving, this was her last weekend in town. She’d bring him home before his parents got back. He felt silly lying, but he didn’t feel like telling the truth. It was easier for him this way; fewer questions were asked. His cousin threw out a couple of flippant remarks and then hung up. The last thing he heard was “Maybe you’ll make it past first base, dude!” He laughed out loud. Shit, it was only a week ago when he and his cousin sat around talking about the chicks at school, which ones they’d like to bang. It seemed like childish talk to him now, and his cousin’s final remark drove that point home even more.

He pulled his bag from the back of the car and headed into the cabin. It was cool and dimly lit inside, but the back wall was all windows. Sliding glass doors opened onto a deck perched in the trees. The lake lay below, the late afternoon sun glistening on the water. She was standing on the deck, leaning against the railing. He admired the curves of her feminine silhouette for a moment before dropping his bag and heading out.

He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She leaned back against him, pressing her back against his chest. She reached up and pulled his head down to her, turning her head to the right to kiss him. Then she reached back and pulled his left hand over her shoulder, placing it inside her shirt. He stiffened with pleasure as he reached inside her bra, the silky smooth fabric on the back of his hand contrasting with her hardening nipple in his fingertips. He pinched her gently and she cupped her breast, pushing it further into his hand. Her hips made a small circular movement as she pressed against him. Oh god, he was ready again.

She fumbled for a moment and untied the wrap blouse. It fell open. Looking over her shoulder, he could see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She reached for them, caressing them, reaching her fingers inside the bra to pinch her nipples. He grazed his right hand down her flat belly, sliding a finger inside the waistband of her shorts, pressing and working to undo the top button. His left hand worked its way up her thigh, reaching up into her shorts. He felt a satiny fabric and he traced it out over the top of her leg and back toward her mound. She moaned softly, opening her legs slightly and arching her back, pressing her full cheeks further against him. Now his cock strained mightily in his shorts. He worked a finger up under the satiny fabric, feeling soft pubic hairs. He ran his finger toward her center, pushing the shorts and fabric away with the back of his hand, grazing her clitoris and smooth-shaven lips below.

Moaning, she reached for his hand, grabbing him and pulling him away from her. “Not yet,” she said, turning to face him. “Come.” She pulled him by the hand back into the house.

He followed her down a short hallway to a bedroom. She pulled him through the room into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He understood and was grateful. He’d been playing football all afternoon, and then she’d gone down on him in the car. He felt sticky with sex and sweat.

She slipped off the open blouse, unzipped her jean shorts, and stood before him, waiting. He reached for the waistband, peeling the shorts off over her slim yet curvy hips and thighs. She stepped out of the shorts, pushing them across the floor with a delicate foot. Her satin-trimmed panties sat low on her hips, dipping far below the navel. He reached for her, running his hands over her surprisingly bare butt cheeks, feeling the thong panties where they came out from between her legs, a narrow band nestled in her crack. Then he fumbled with her bra, finally unhooking the uncooperative clasp. She slipped her arms out of the straps and stepped back from him, unashamed of her near nakedness.

Stretching, she reached up over her head and he admired her openly, hungrily, his hard-on pulsing in his shorts as a noticeable bulge. She stepped forward and pulled his shirt off over his head and then helped him remove his shorts. Finally, she pulled him into the shower with her, stepping under the running water to drench herself before pushing him into the warm flow from the showerhead.

She reached around him and he enjoyed the way her nipples brushed against his chest. He watched her breasts bounce gently as she lathered a bar of soap behind his back. Then she switched places with him and proceeded to wash his back, his chest, his ass. She skipped his groin and lathered up his legs, skimming her fingers along the creases at the top of his thighs. When she finally placed her hands on his penis, he groaned with pleasure. He shuddered and felt the release of a small amount of precum. She soaped him up well, washing him thoroughly, running her hands up and down his shaft as well as sliding his balls in her palms. Then she stood and pushed him back into the shower stream. He rinsed while she soaped herself up, enjoying the pleasure he took in watching her wash her full tits, her flat stomach, her most intimate parts. She turned so he could wash her back.

It surprised him that he could take such pleasure in touching the small of a woman’s back, her slender neck, her finely muscled shoulders. As he moved his hands over her creamy skin, he could feel the musculature beneath the surface and he found himself becoming more and more aroused. When he finished, he pulled her back against him into the streams of water to rinse.

As the last of the soap rinsed away, she opened her legs slightly and captured his cock between them. He felt her strong thighs squeeze him. Then she rose slightly on tiptoe, one leg held a little higher. He could feel the head of his penis pushing against her slick pussy lips. She lowered herself slightly and he pushed himself up into her. He felt her full lips flower open and surround his tip. She stood still, holding him there. Then, without warning, she rose off of him and turned around to face him. He recognized that hungry look in her eyes again. Reaching behind her he turned off the water.

She stepped carefully out of the shower, dripping water on the cool ceramic tiles. Tyler grabbed a towel from the towel bar and wrapped it around her. She was hardly dried when she pushed the damp towel back around him. She skimmed it across his body and then dropped it to the floor. She stood back and looked him up and down, smiling appreciatively. When her lips parted and she licked her lips instinctively, he grabbed her arms and pushed her backwards into the bedroom. He wanted to fuck her. Now.

He pushed her downward until she sat on the edge of bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress. He paused for the briefest of moments when she grabbed his hips, pulling him toward her mouth. This time, she pulled his cock into her mouth greedily as she slid off the bed. He backed up a step and looked down. She was on her knees, taking him in her mouth. He could feel her controlling him with her hands on his hips. He buried his hands in her hair and enjoyed the incredible sensations that rocked through his body. He had never imagined it could be this good, even better than in the car.

Looking down again, he watched his pride slide in and out of her mouth. Again, she had her fingers circled around the base of his shaft. She looked up and stopped, moving her head back, she teased him, flicking him with her tongue, gently sliding her pearly white teeth over the tip. Then she released him, backing up and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He moved toward her, intending to push her legs apart, to push himself into her, but she held up her hand to stop him. He watched while she slipped two fingers into her mouth, wetting them generously with her own saliva. Then she reached down between her legs, burying her fingers in the folds of her vagina. She began to pleasure herself in front of him, catching her clit between her fingers, and then pressing her fingers inside. He could see her getting wetter, getting more and more aroused, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks and her chest.

“Now –” she whispered, and he leaned over her. He pushed his knees against her thighs, pushing them open. She moved toward him, until her ass was right on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, then and pushed his cock deep inside. She moaned and he heard her say “Oh, god.” He stopped, fully inside her, and felt her warmth pulsing around him. He reached behind her knees, pushing her legs up over his shoulders. He felt himself go even deeper. She whimpered slightly. He eased back, slowly. The pleasure was incredible. He pulled back even further, until just the head of his cock was inside. He relaxed there momentarily, centering himself with a few deep breaths. Each breath caused her to moan, and he could feel her pulling at him with muscles inside her vagina. He had not realized a woman could do that. He took a few short strokes, watching waves of pleasure cross her face. She reached her hands up over her head and he watched her tits bounce while he pumped. Suddenly her thighs gripped him and she stopped him. She looked up at him while she shrugged away from him, leaving a distance between them. A smile played on her lips as her toes pushed against his thighs.

Damn, she was infuriating sometimes!

Grabbing her ankles and twisting them, Tyler forced her to roll. Then he climbed up on the bed and threw her the rest of the way onto her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he hoisted her up onto her hands and knees. He was angry, so he spanked her ass and pulled her toward him. He was ready to ram his cock inside, but just as he began to enter her, she pulled away. Damn, the woman was driving him crazy! He spanked her again, and this time, he held her firmly and he entered her slowly. He stopped halfway, holding her still.

She murmured, “Oh, god,” her head falling forward. He could feel her trembling. He stayed still as long as he could, then he rammed into her, setting a quick, steady pace. She pumped against him, and he watched his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her creamy nectar. She began moaning and whimpering, each thrust increasing the volume of her vocalizations. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward on the bed. He felt her warm, wet walls begin to pulse around his cock, and he reached around to finger her clit. She spread her legs far apart and placed her hand on top of his, guiding him in pleasuring her. “Oh god oh god oh god,” she cried, pushing her ass toward him, meeting every thrust he made.

Her shuddering was uncontrollable as she came, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Tyler drilled her hard one last time, pushing himself as far as he could go, his thighs and ass tight with the exertion. He felt himself throb as he released his load deep inside her. Exhausted, he leaned forward, turning her and lying next to her on the bed. She reached over her shoulder and buried her hand in his hair pulling him toward her. He nestled against her and draped his right arm over her side, tracing lacy circles on her stomach, hips, and breasts. God, he felt good. She felt good. They rested a while together like that, until she stirred. He felt himself slip out of her as she pulled away.

Tyler gazed at her sleek body as she walked into the bathroom noting the slight dimples just above her waist. It reminded him of a violin, curvy and sensuous. Moments later she returned with a warm wash cloth. She eased it over his cock, gently wiping him clean. She wiped his entire groin area and his thighs as well. When she finished, she returned the cloth to the bathroom. He relaxed, closing his eyes. He felt the cooling effects of evaporation as he waited for her to return.

When she did, she was wearing a light sweater and jeans. She brought his clothes and bag to the bed. She reached for his hands and pulled him up to a sitting position. Her hands brushed over his chest and then she reached around his neck, leaning toward him for a kiss. Tyler wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. He pulled her closer. She complied, snuggling into his neck for a moment before handing him his shirt. He pulled his bag over and took out his jeans. He stood up from the bed and dressed, watching her watch him. She reached to help him zip and button his jeans. She brushed her fingertips along his waistband, around to his back, and then to the front again. She pushed his shirt up slightly and kissed his stomach. Gently she nipped him, then kissed the spot. This time, he didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled down at her. Then she released him and put on her shoes and socks. He did the same, sitting next to her on the bed. As she bent to tie her shoe, he leaned over and nipped her on the neck. She leaned into it, her eyes closing in bliss, and he followed it with a kiss. Then she silently got up and headed into the living room.

Tyler finished with his shoes and followed. She was standing out on the deck, right where they had started earlier. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her. After a moment, he turned and walked into the house, closing the sliding door behind him. Once inside, she picked up her own bag and glanced around the room, making sure everything was still in order. She opened the front door for him, checking the lock as she closed it. The cool evening air reminded him of relaxing on the bed. They both got in the car without speaking and she started the engine.

As she drove back toward town, he realized he still didn’t know her name. He started to ask her, but she silenced him.

“Sshhh. Don’t speak yet. You’ll need to tell me how to get to your house. Let me get back to town. You can tell me from there.” She reached her hand over the center console and rested it on his thigh. Her fingernails tugged at his inseam. He relaxed back into the seat, glancing at the roads from time to time or turning to studying her face and body. He had the feeling he would never see her again. He wanted to remember her. He wanted to remember it all. During the drive back, he relived moments from their time together, picturing her body, her face, remembering the feelings she aroused in him.

She pulled up to at a stoplight near the edge of town. “Tell me where to go from here.” She paused and looked at him expectantly.

Tyler wanted to tell her to take him somewhere else, anywhere. He wanted her to just drive and to keep going. He wanted to do something to extend this, but he knew it was a stupid idea. They’d had the perfect afternoon. He had perfect memories. It couldn’t get any better than this, could it?

He directed her how to get to his house. She drove in silence, obeying his commands. As they pulled up in front of his driveway, she turned toward him, putting the car in park. His house was still dark, no one home yet.

“I can’t see the numbers. What street is this?” He told her the street address. She repeated it back. “Just in case,” she said. “If I’m ever in the area and I need help or something. Just in case.”

She leaned over and caressed his face. Gently, sweetly she kissed him. He pushed into her, wanting more. Wanting a memorable ending to it all. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and bit it gently, then more forcefully. She stiffened, and pushed back, driving her tongue into his mouth. “O god,” she murmured as she broke off the kiss. Her shyness had returned and she lowered her head. A few strands of hair hung over her eyes. He pulled her chin up and made her look at him.

She repeated his street address two more times. “I don’t live around here, you know. But I want to remember. Just in case.”

“Yeah. Just in case,” he echoed. “I’m here.”

He stepped out of the car, pulling his bag over his shoulder. She watched him as he closed the car door and walked around to her window. She opened the window.

Tyler restated his address one last time before he walked up to the front door. She was pulling away from the curb when he turned for one last look.

His cousin ribbed him for months. Who was she? Did you get any? Every time Tyler just smiled and laughed. “Oh yeah. Wouldn’t you like to know all about it?” And every time they played on the field, he scanned the trees and the far end of the parking lot. Someday, maybe, she’d be there again at the end of fourth quarter.

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