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Fifty Yard Line 12
Brady
Poppysleptlikethe dead after that. I got up, took a shower, and started some dinner because I was definitely ready to eat real food after burning up some energy with her. She was so fucking easy to get to that second orgasm I couldn’t resist feeling it around me. I sighed and looked at the pot of water, waiting for it to boil and tried to determine at what point I should wake her up.
What strategy I should wake her up with. I wanted her again, already. It had been a long time since I had sex with anyone and that was not at my place, in my bed. It was quick, need based, and against the back of that girl’s SUV in a parking lot. She was a cheerleader for the opposing team the previous game and when we ran into each other, she…made herself available and…I was a weak sophomore in need. I promised myself never to get that depraved again, but here I was, turning off the stove because spaghetti could wait. My dick could not.
“Poppy.” I touched her cheek. She blinked her eyes open, smiled, stretched, and now that she was awake, I went back to work.
She sucked in a breath as I slid my hand between her thighs, pushed two fingers into her. I licked her lips, kissed her deeply, pressed my thumb to her clit and her hips lifted, showing me the right rhythm. My name in that deep whisper, I just worked my hand and watched her unravel, felt that on my fingers as she gripped and pulsed. Watched her delicate neck arch as she made the most interesting sounds as she came.
“Open.” I was a greedy bastard at this point and a part of me didn’t care.
She wasn’t even sitting up, I moved up, almost over her, desperate to get into her mouth. To feel her tongue against my flesh. Poppy had not held back when I was going down on her. She had held my head in place and rode up against my tongue until she broke. I fucking loved that she didn’t hold back. I was trying not to be as demanding, but it was difficult.
It was also a bit obvious she might not have done this before. Not having someone go down on her, okay. I could believe that. It took some guys a while and in high school girls were often a bit self-conscious about that stuff. I had only done that with one other person before tonight, but now…I wanted to taste her again and again.
Still, it was tough to believe I was the first to do that since guys didn’t care what size their dick was, they were ready to put it in something and plenty of girls opened their mouths if they played sports well enough. I pulled out and pulled back. I reached for a condom. I just needed to be inside of her. Somewhere, somehow, and now. I said as I looked at her, “I need this.”
I positioned myself and then slid into her as she breathed out my name. I fucking loved that sound. I nipped her lower lip, licked her neck, tried hard not to suck against that flesh and leave another mark on her. Failed miserably. I tested the push, a little harder, a little more, and she was holding onto my shoulders. That non-casted hand gripped, nails bit into my flesh and I burst from the feel of it. I apparently needed that too.
As I settled from that release, I looked down at her. She was looking up at me with a smile at least. I felt like such a greedy asshole, and she was touching my face like I was an angel.
I slid out of her more gently than I entered and said, “I was going to make dinner, but…then I remembered you were in my bed…naked.”
“I should spend more time in your bed, naked.” She shocked the hell out of me with that. She smiled and said, “I was thinking…”
I got up and removed the condom. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear what she was thinking. It could go really well or really bad, and since the snow was pretty much still falling and stacking up, we would be here this weekend together either way this went.
“I’m listening.” I just didn’t want to see her face until I heard what she said.
“I thought I might take the lead…next time, but…you are a really good leader, so…” She trailed off.
I could feel my smile as I moved back into the bedroom and looked at her all worn out and felt a little pride that I did that to her. I nodded and said, “You could take the lead in the kitchen.”
She did a little shock gasp and I laughed. Then I added, “Do you need help or something to cover the cast for the shower?”
“Something to cover it would be great because then I don’t have to worry about holding it out.” She moved the arm for emphasis.
“I’ll grab something for you.” I headed out to grab one of the trash liners from Pricilla’s bathroom. I had a small and lidded trash can in my bathroom. One of those with the step pedal. What did I need a larger one for? Her. I realized. I would need a larger one for her if she was going to spend more time here and I wanted her to spend more time here. I wanted her to spend the rest of her time here. I returned to find her wincing as she was getting up. “Hey?”
My frown was enough of an indication, and she said, “I uh…think I pulled a muscle when I was trying to vice grip your shoulders or something.”
She couldn’t even look at me when she said that. I chuckled and said, “I was a bit impressed with the strength there, but…I managed.”
“No.” She looked at the bag in my hand. “You…manage things really well. I…may not be as experienced as your used to—”
“Hey.” I moved to close the distance, used my fingers to lift her chin so she looked up at me. “Don’t do that. I haven’t been with a bunch of women. I’ve been with a handful.” She nodded and I began to put the bag over the cast to protect it in the shower. I admitted, “I just…read…a lot and…I don’t know. This. It’s different.”
“I’ve only been with one other person. I was a freshman in high school. We both had braces so…I’ve read…a lot, too, but…in practice. I uh, haven’t had a lot of practice.” She looked up from that arm then and I smiled. “What?”
“You need practice?” I asked. She blushed. “I’ll be sure to give you plenty of time on the field then.” I indicated the bathroom and said, “Go get your shower. I’ll work on the spaghetti.” She started toward the bathroom and for no other reason that I felt like it, I popped her on her naked ass, and she squeaked out a sound as she jumped. I loved the sight of my handprint there. She blinked at me, all out of breath and surprised. I said, “Go team.”
I winked at her and went to my kitchen feeling somewhat refreshed, somewhat psychotic, and fully aware that I was falling hard and fast for Poppy Zeigler, and I had no clue what that meant, but it was happening whether I wanted it to or not.
