“I just never thought I’d have a guy like you for a b—“ She stopped herself, but I hoped I was right about what she’d started to say.
“For a boyfriend?” I said. She looked away again. “Keira, I know we haven’t had our first official date yet. But we just told each other we missed each other after a round of mind-blowing sex. That has to count for something. And you’re coming my aunt and uncle’s lake house to spend New Year’s Eve with me. Can’t we please just be each other’s boyfriend and girlfriend now?” She grinned and looked at me again.
“Yes,” she said. “We can. Part of me still doesn’t believe it, though.”
“I guess I can understand it when I think of how I used to act socially, and given all the stereotypes about the kind of girls athletes like. And some of that’s true. But Keira, we’re not all shallow pricks. At least I hope I’ve shown you that I’ve grown out of that. There are all kinds of beauty, and girl, you are genuinely beautiful. I mean, let me count the ways.”
I started naming things I thought were beautiful about her and kissing those things. Like her cute little turned-up nose, and her rosy cheeks and of course her lips. Then I nuzzled into her neck and took her breast in my hand through her T-shirt. That’s when she took control before I could strip her down and get inside her again.
“Easy there, stud! We had a good screw, now it’s time to get some schoolwork done.”
“Yes ma’am!”
She crawled over me and changed into some sweatpants. I took my jacket off and zipped up my pants again. I got my books out and we sat next to each other her bed with our backs against the wall. I knew I had to be the luckiest guy in the world. It all felt so right. I didn’t know it then, but I’d have to hang onto that feeling for dear life to get through the blitz life was about to deal us.
Chapter 8
Keira
The end of the semester arrived in the blink of an eye. It was tough for me, even though I was used to pushing myself academically. I could hardly imagine what it was like for Nate. I did everything I could to help him, though. We only had a chance to meet once more before finals. It was also two days before Nate’s big game that would determine if the team played in the championship game or not.
This time, we met in the Crow’s Nest again, because that seemed easier for Nate. When I got there, he was pacing, and he looked like he was sleep deprived. He was wound super tight.
“Hi,” I said, as I walked in. “How are you? Although judging by appearances, not great.”
“I’m pretty fucking stressed out,” he said.
I stepped over to him and when I leaned in to kiss him, he put his hands on my shoulders and backed away. My heart did a flip, and not in a good way. I wondered if that was how he’d pushed Vanessa away before he broke up with her.
“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to be an ass. I just don’t think we have time to fool around today.”
“I understand,” I said. And I did. It wasn’t a requirement that we had sex every time we saw each other, even though that’s the way it had worked out so far. And of course, I was more than a little disappointed, but I also knew that if he didn’t find a way to relieve some of the pressure that had built up behind all of that stress, he could end up doing poorly on his test, and even worse on the field this weekend. I took his face in my hands. “Look, I know we’ve got a lot to do. We’ll get it done. We will. But babe, if you don’t take a few minutes to breathe, you’re only going to get more stressed out.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you suggesting? I mean, we really don’t have time to—“ I put my fingers on his lips.
“Shhhh…..” I slowly reached down and started to unbuckle his pants. He put his hands over mine to stop me, but I just looked into his eyes and kept going.
“Shit, Keira…”
“No, suck. What I’m about to do to your cock.”
I’d gotten his belt unbuckled, and once I got his jeans unzipped, I lead him to the couch and gave him a gentle push until he sat down. Then I sank to my knees and went to work.
I’d only given one other blow job before, and it hadn’t been very pleasant for me. I don’t say that because I get grossed out by taking a guy’s dick into my mouth or even swallowing. But that one and only other time, it was over before I could even find out if I was any good at it. I should have known that would happen, since the guy was a virgin and the first-time recipient of a blow job. I was really excited to be trying it again.
Have I said that Nate was big? I’d had no problem taking him inside my vagina. My mouth was a different story. But Nate was all too willing to help me out.
“Relax your jaw, baby,” he said as he caressed my face with one hand. I had taken him partially into my mouth and was slowly taking more of his rock-hard rod. “Don’t worry about taking me all the way in. It feels fucking amazing.”
So I just slowly moved my mouth up and down on him. I’d give a little extra suck when I got to the tip and then I’d relax again as I went back down. His groan told me that he liked it a lot. Then he gave me another pointer.
“You can work the base with your hands. Up and down, and then rotate too, like you’re —-aw, yeah, baby. Just like that.”
And so it went. If he was worrying about it taking too long, it didn’t. But at least he let it build, and we were both able to enjoy it. I loved knowing that I was the reason for that enjoyment. And even when it got intense, he never got rough with me. His hands were tangled in my hair for sure, but he never yanked on it or shoved my head down to make me take more of him in my mouth. The closer he got to coming, I could tell his hips were bucking involuntarily, and it was so fucking sexy.
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s just so fucking good… Keira, fuck…I’m gonna come!”
His hips shot up one last time as he groaned. I sucked hard and swallowed at intervals until he’d emptied his cock in my mouth.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said as I stood and got a tissue to wipe my mouth. “Thank you, baby.”
“Glad I could be of service,” I said, smiling, before I took a long drink from the bottle of water I’d brought. I handed him some tissues, and within a few minutes we were finally able to get some schoolwork done.
I’m happy to say that Nate did well on his last test along with his final. He didn’t get an ‘A’ but we were both very proud of his overall ‘B+’. With one of my finals being the same day as the last big football game before break, I could only get the news as I came out that we’d won. MSU was in the championship. I called Nate on his cell phone and he invited me to come out and celebrate with him and his teammates after the press conference. I was tired, and even though some of the other guys would have their girlfriends along, it was really their time to celebrate. I was happy enough knowing that we’d be together on New Year’s Eve.
I had a great Christmas with my parents, and even though they hadn’t met Nate yet, they didn’t seem to have a problem with me driving up to be with him on New Year’s Eve. My dad just told me that as long as Nate was treating me right and I was happy, then he was happy. My mom made me promise to drive carefully, and off I went. I left that morning, and I’d be there by lunchtime.