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“No, but I know how you can help me fix my article.” She smiles innocently.
I hate this idea, but I’d do anything for Lenny standing in front of me in a towel.
I nod my agreement to help her.
“Ok, so tell me what was the actual score?” She sits down at her desk and opens her laptop. “You're going to give me some details and a proper interview so I can fix this.”
“I don’t do interviews,” I say pointedly.
Nothing against Lenny but I stopped doing interviews for the Drexton Hall newsletter after Dustin called me a playboy.
I lay back playing with her small pillow like a ball. Lenny throws an actual small stress ball at me. Looking over, I see her standing with her towel open.
In front of me with nothing hiding all her glory. My dick responds appropriately, begging to be let out.
“Do the interview?” She asks with her eyebrow raised, gauging my response.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that, but it’s a start.” I grin.
I tell her all the details about the game. Each goal, my saves, the penalties. I go through the entire game with her. It feels nice and natural speaking to her as she types away. At one point, she puts her glasses on and throws her hair up looking completely in her element. She’s confident and sexy as she asks questions.
It doesn’t help that her towel slid down to her waist and she’s sitting there topless with all her focus on the screen.
I stand and place my arms on either side of her reading the screen from behind her shoulder.
“Hey, no reading it.” She nudges me and goes to lift her towel back up.
I grab it from her hands.
“Nope. That’s staying down. In fact, you could just get rid of it altogether.” I tease, giving it a pull.
She pulls it back and wraps the towel over her lap.
“Is there anything else about the game you remember that we missed?” She goes through some of the details she has taken down.
“You forgot the part where the handsome sexy goalie saved twenty-one shots on goal.” I groan while running my lips over her neck and sliding my hand over her breast.
“Hmm. I did, but I was able to get in how that goalie may be suffering from some type of sex withdrawal.”
I laugh then the thought pops up that she might not be kidding. “Wait. You’re not really writing that. Right?”
“What? You don’t trust me?” She looks up at me, innocently.
To be honest, I’m not really sure how much I trust her. She’s the enemy, but it’s Lenny.My Lenny.
And right now, her breast is in my hand with her hardened nipple grazing my palm and I can’t take my eyes off her. I’ll trust anything she says like this.
I can’t wait anymore. I want her. I want to feel her passion, her drive. I want her realness.
I throw my shirt off and pick her up, throwing her onto her bed.
“I have to finish my article.” She breathes out feebly, protesting as I smooth my hand up between her legs.
“It’s break time.” I slide my fingers into her while rubbing my thumb over her clit.
She gasps and I brush my other thumb over her nipple before pulling it into my mouth. I’ve wanted to suck on her perky breast since the first time the towel dropped off of them. Since the first glance, I wanted to feel her nipple harden under my tongue.
Her back arches as I alternate between sucking and biting each one, and her nails dig into my back. The sting gives me more momentum. It encourages me to keep going harder.
