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She smiled down at me, looking so peaceful and pretty. The intense pleasure had peaked, but every inch of my body felt wonderful.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her down.

I kissed those magic lips of her, never wanting to leave her warm, wet pussy. Not ever.

“It keeps getting better,” she said.

“Right?”

She climbed off me. I took the condom off and dropped it to the floor as she laid down next to me on the bed, her silky hair touching my chest.

I held her tight, running my hand up and down her back.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly and I rubbed her skin.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but it seems all we ever talk about is football or sex.”

I laughed.

“I’m serious,” she said, head resting on my chest. “I need to know where this is going. Where we fit into each other’s lives. Pro football, medicine, it’s all kind of a lot.”

“Yeah but I like to let that all fall away when I’m with you. But we’re not no strings attached anymore, are we?”

She broke away and propped herself up with an elbow while watching my face intently.

“I told you I was falling for you Austin, you still haven’t responded.”

I leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. “I’m falling for you too. For the first time since I can remember, I am thinking about something other than football. My whole future is wrapped up in that game. And now…”

“Now?” she pressed.

“Now I have someone to consider in all that.”

“Me too, but it’s different now, right? I mean, we’re in a relationship. Is that going to mess up my plans of becoming a Nurse Practitioner?”

“I hope not. I’ll support anything you want to do.”

“What about you, though?”

I sighed.

“Wow. These are some deep thoughts.”

“I know, but we can’t keep pretending we’re not thinking them.”

“Yeah…” I rolled over on my side, facing her. “How do you feel about getting our own place next semester? That could be a good next step.”

“Are you serious? I’m so tired of Jocelyn.”

“Me too,” I said. “Me too.”

The rest of the evening, we hung out together, talking and getting to know each other better. She told me a funny story about chasing an ice cream truck when she was in the fifth grade. I let her know about the first time I played with a football.

Beyond the random facts from our past, we opened up to each other in a way we had never done before.

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