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"If you want-" I replied. I was still staring at him in the mirror. He was really a sexy guy. His muscles rippled in all the right places. His piercing blue-green eyes and lips were a molten combination. I wasn't aware that I licked my lips until he mentioned it.
"Babe, I know you're sore so no round two tonight. But if you keep looking at me like that and keep licking your lips like that, I won't be held responsible for what I do." He teased. I saw an outline of his hardness tenting his boxers.
"Oh." I swallowed. My attraction for him was so strong. I was torn between going for number 2 and resting. Resting won when I felt the soreness between my legs.
"I've early football practice tomorrow so I'll leave around 6," his eyes met mine in the mirror.
I nodded, "Ok."
He walked outside the bathroom towards a baby grand piano on the far end of his bedroom. I didn’t notice it before. Obviously, my attention was somewhere else or something else when I firstwent inside his room. He used the tissues to wipe the accumulated dust on top of the piano. Then, he pulled out a chair and started fiddling with the keys.
I grabbed the dry, green towel from the rack and started drying my hair. I saw my reflection in the big mirror in front of me. Violet eyes stared back at me. About 5 inches below my shoulders my hair was entangled throughout my fingers. The towel felt rough on top of my breasts. I gasped when I saw whisker burns on top of my chest and some on the right side of my cheek. I touched them and my skin tingled. I felt like a complete woman. Outside of this bathroom, was the man who made me feel that way. I couldn't waitto spend the night with him.
Zander was playing a soft melody on the piano. It was a dance song by Cascada, “Everytime We Touch.” He was playing it as a slow track. I sat beside him. The play of the muscles on his arms and fingers as he ran his fingers through the keys was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen.
I looped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his shoulder.
“I haven’t played in a while,” he whispered. He played classical, pop, and even rock. The songs tugged on the strings of my heart. He was trying to reach for something intangible in the pieces that he was playing. In the beginning, his fingers burned through the keys. The longer he played, the more I noticed the shift in his demeanor. The tension in hisshoulder muscles began to ease up. His eyes went from stormy and tumultuous to relaxed, peaceful.
I must have fallen asleep on his arms. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted and carried onto a bed. I sank into the pillow and was slowly turning to the side when I felt his arms around my stomach.
He pulled me close to him. The last thought I had was,His bed’s way softer than mine.
I snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep.
Zander
She was a virgin.
Wow.
I was still wrapping my head around that fact when I woke up this morning. Her ass was firmly snuggled against my morning erection. Her feet were tucked under a pillow. She was such a deep sleeper.
At 22, I've slept with tons of women. I had a healthy sex drive. As long as I had protection, I've had regular sex since I turned 15. Until two years ago. Because of Chrissy. When everything in my world shifted and it had not been the same ever since.
I could not rationalize how she remained a virgin. How did that happen? I knew she was with Brennan for a year. That was what she told me the other day, over the phone. She did not have a shortage of admirers. Guys checked her out everywhere we went. She was extremely attractive. Whatever the reason was, I was dumbfounded. I did not expect that. At first, when I pulled out the condom, I thought I was rough on her and must've caused her to bleed. But I've had years and years of practice and I've never encountered that.
For some reason, she thought I was worthy to be her first. I saw it in her eyes. No hesitations. She just handed it to me without a fuss. What the fuck did I do with that? She snuggled closer to me. It was almost time for me to go.
All my life, football practice was something I looked forward to. This morning, I wanted to be here when she woke up, to look into her eyes, and greet her “good morning.”
I wanted to keep playing the piano for her. She looked like she really enjoyed it. I thought I was a bit rusty. I haven’t touched the piano in a long time. Having her here, after a great night, I felt the need to play my favorite pieces for her. The first time my fingers touched the piano keys, it felt like home. I played until she fell asleep. Her head felt so natural against the crook of my shoulder. She fit perfectly. To me. To my life.
I was so tempted to call John and cancel. I had to keep my commitments. However, Sedona had no car. If she wanted to go back to her place before I got back from practice, she wouldn’t be able to.
I slowly lifted her hand off of my chest. I kissed the side of her neck. Damn, she was delicious. She did not stir. I musthave really tired her out.
Fridays were 4 hour-gym workouts with the team. It was optional but I’ve made it mandatory, personally. If I wanted to be in the NFA, I had to stay on track and stay disciplined. Discipline sucked big time when I wanted so much to stay with her.
I stood up, brushed my teeth, and put my workout gear on. I stopped by Xavier's room and asked him to drop me off at the gym. I knew Xavier was sleeping, but this was the least he could do for me. He interrupted my date last Saturday and he stared at Sedona’s ass. Karma was a bitch. And it was being served to him cold at 7 am, Friday morning. He did not have classes until 1 PM so he could get his sorry ass up and drive me.
I went back to my room, wrote her a quick note, andput my car keys on top of it.
I kissedthe top of her forehead and left my room. Xavier groggily stood by his bedroom.
He asked, “Dude, did I hear some piano-playing last night?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
