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I scroll through carefully, pausing at every photo I see of her and Sage together. When the first few pass by and there’s no tagged account, I conclude that she doesn’t have one… or she has me blocked. Something lurches in my stomach at the thought of her blocking me, it doesn’t matter if I don’t use the site.
I almost exit out of the app when a video appears and chills run up my arms at the sound of Sage’s laugh. While it’s never been directed fully at me, I’ve heard it a few times during practices and it always draws my attention to her.
The camera pans to Sage in a two-piece swimsuit, the tiled floor under their feet making me assume they’re in the locker room of some school since the video was posted nearly a year ago.
“Sage Peters, after an incredible long season, do you have anything to say to your fans?” Emily says through giggles.
Sage laughs, shoving the camera away with her. “Stop it. No one cares what I have to say.”
Emily follows behind her,giving me a perfect view of Sage’s plump ass and my cock swells in my sweats. Her brown hair was longer than it is now. The perfect length to hold onto as I fuck her from behind.
I pause the video, shocked by my reaction and my cheeks flush at the thoughts running rampant in my mind. Closing my eyes, I ask myself if I’m really going to do this before I pull my pants down and wrap my hand around my cock. I grimace and reach over into my nightstand, slicking my hand with lotion from the bottle I threw in there weeks ago.
I can still feel the burn of her lips on mine, my mind too muddled with the memory of her body pressed against me to feel any shame for jacking off. I pick up my phone again and play the video while stroking myself.
“That’s the real showstopper, folks. Look at that back end,” Emily jokes, zooming in to the curve of Sage’s ass.
I grip my shaft tighter, smearing the pre-cum leaking from my tip as I fuck my hand faster. I saw that ass up close while training her to squat properly and it took immense control to not get hard right then and there at the gym.
Sage whips around with a yelp, pushing Emily away from her but giving the camera a generous view down her cleavage as she does.
“Fuck,” I groan, imagining what those breasts look like under the suit. What her nipples would look like as they hardened and begged to be sucked and played with. I’ve gotten really familiar with Sage’s body the past few months, watching as the muscles of her arms and stomach tighten and tone. But there is plenty left unanswered, like what pretty shade of pink her pussy would be.
Emily snickers, moving up to Sage’s face. “Should we tell everyone the good news?”
Sage’s eyes gleam with excitement and she grabs Emily’s hands, lining up perfectly in the frame.
“My beautiful best friend has committed to Slater Hills and so have I!”
Both of them screech, the view chaotic and wobbly as they jump together before Emily moves it back to Sage.
“We’ll see you in California! May the summer bring peace, love and surfer boys!” Emily says.
Sage laughs before moving in and pretending to kiss the lens of the camera. “Muah! I can’t wait.”
My fist moves faster before I rewind the video and focus on her ass again. My balls draw up as I think about her on her knees, taking my cock from behind. I close my eyes, arching up into my hand as I imagine the way she would beg for me to let her come.The way I would force her to wait till I was ready to fill her with my cum, even after I felt her pussy tightening over my cock.
The way tears would stream down her face as she chanted ‘I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait.’I stop breathing as I come, splashes of heat landing all over my stomach before I gasp and then let out a long groan. I milk my cock for every drop, wishing it was sheathed in Sage’s warmth instead.
Falling back onto the bed, I lay there as my gulps of air lessen and the small wet patches on my skin turn cold. I grab my shirt from the floor, wiping myself clean before glancing at my phone. Post-nut clarity fills me with humiliation at what I’ve done. The worst part is that it hasn’t dimmed my need for Sage at all, if anything I might have made matters worse.
I toss the lotion bottle into the nightstand, wanting to hide any evidence of what I’ve done. The crinkle of paper has me pausing and I pull out the blue birthday card. My heart twists, remembering finding it on my desk that morning. I know it was from Sage even if she didn’t sign it. She’s the only one who knows of my obsession with the candy, besides Conor, but he called me the night before to ask me to grab a beer after practice.
My thumb runs over the yellow water polo ball glued to the front and I sigh. I know this infatuation goes both ways, and that is dangerous because if someone needs to put a stop to it, I know it has to be me. Tucking the card back into place in my nightstand, I roll off the bed to shower.
Chapter Twelve
Sage
The slamming door alerts me to his presence. He pauses at the entrance, catching me already on the equipment. I can feel his hesitation to continue into the gym before he stalks forward. Fallon is silent as he moves past and grabs the plates for the bench across from me.
I drop my eyes, focusing on lifting the dumbbells up, the slick seat of the bench sliding against my back as I straighten my arms. It was just a kiss, not a big deal. We’re consenting adults, so who cares? I mean, I care, I care a lot. No one could have told me that I would start my college career and end up kissing my childhood crush.
I’m not naïve enough to think it meant anything. He is older than me. Fallon was just ending his competitive career when mine was starting. We are on two different levels in our life. Ihad just made the slight blunder of kissing my coach. But who wouldn’t want to kiss Fallon Harris? The man is gorgeous, with a smoking body, and he plays the sport I love like a god.
Setting the dumbbells down, I move to the leg press. It isn’t something we work on often, and I’m curious if he will move me off it. The loud clank of metal draws my eyes to him on the bench I just vacated, but he’s still looking away. We continue in silence for over twenty minutes. I move, and he takes over whatever machine I just left. With each passing minute, my irritation grows till I snap.
“Sorry,” I say, throwing him a pointed look as I stand there with my hands on my waist. I’m fed up with him ignoring me. By now, he normally would have corrected something or had me prioritize a different set.
