Page 28 of Out of His League

Kassidy says nothing, and the silence engulfs the room. The heavy beat from the bass of whatever song the DJ is playing reverberates through the walls. Several times Kassidy opens her mouth to speak, with no sound coming out. “But…that…you…how?”

“Shocked you, have I?” I ask with a humorless chuckle.

“That doesn’t make sense. How is that even possible?” she asks in wonderment, slowly shaking her head from side to side. “Unfortunately, I have heard Danica and the girls brag about you.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I haven’t been a monk. Stuff has happened…”

“You mean they have sucked you off?” Her words sound like a question but are more rhetorical in nature. Kassidy’s nose wrinkles at the mental image that thought must invoke.

“Not many people know this about me,” I pause, trying to figure out where to start. Kassidy patiently waits me out, her expression non-judgmental.

“My mom left when I was a young kid. My dad went off the rails when it happened. Everything out of his mouth was belittling her and women in general. Father would get violent, throwing things, punching holes in the walls, and on occasion, taking his frustration out on me.” Kassidy gasps, covering her mouth in shock at the last part of my statement.

Ignoring her outburst, I continue.

“Baseball became my life. It got me out of the house and away from him. I was too busy to get in his way. When I started playing well and getting attention, he soaked that shit up. His narrative flipped. As I got older and started attracting not only the attention of scouts but also females, he started warning me off. He beat it into my head that women were just gold diggers looking for a payday. That any female I spoke to was just trying to trap me with a baby.”

“That’s awful,” Kassidy says, outraged on my behalf.

Moving on from discussing my adolescence, I steer the conversation back to the original topic.

“While I have done stuff, made it around the bases, so to speak,” we both chuckle lightly at the pun. “Getting to the point of actually having sex just never happened. It’s kind of difficult to block out my father’s warnings at times.”

The tension between us has all but faded, having done a word vomit on my past and finally apologizing for my behavior. It takes me a moment to notice the position our bodies are in. At some point, Kassidy leans back against me, lying half on my chest, using my shoulder as a pillow. Lazily her hand trails up and down my thigh.

My hand, which is wrapped around Kassidy’s body, slowly moves up and down her back, rubbing slightly. Working up her spine, my fingers tangle in her hair. Tipping her face up while simultaneously moving mine down, my lips claim hers. Nipping gently on her bottom lip, I suck on it to ease the sting. Pulling back slightly, I see Kassidy’s eyes focused on my mouth. Leaning in again, our lips meld. The kiss starts off gentle until, without prompting, her lips part, and our tongues duel. The room falls away as my focus turns entirely to Kassidy. Nipping on her bottom lip and then gently sucking on it to take out the sting, she lets out a soft moan.

My dick hurts as it pushes against the unforgiving denim of my jeans.

Kassidy breaks the kiss briefly, shifting her weight and straddling me. Pressing her core against my raging hard-on, it’s now my turn to release a moan of pleasure. Sitting up, I bring our torsos flush against each other. One hand wraps around her waist, pulling her closer to me. The other hand buries into her hair, controlling her movements as our mouths crash together.

The hand wrapped around her body moves, seemingly on its own, around to the front of her body. Slowly lifting the hem of Kassidy’s shirt to give her all the opportunity to stop me, my fingertips brush her skin. Taking her lack of action as approval, my hand moves further up her body. Reaching her breast, I knead it and pull the cup of her bra down, playing with her hard nipple.

Kassidy’s hips start moving of their own accord. Grinding down on my cock, as our breathing picks up. Kissing across her jaw and down her neck, her head tilts to the side, giving me better access. As Kassidy’s hips continue to gyrate, I push her top up, giving me free access to her tits. My mouth replaces my fingers on her nipple. Kassidy responds by gripping the back of my head, holding me against her body, while arching her back.

As her hips continue to move, she grinds down on my crotch. The friction has me close to coming. Sucking her nipple, I bite down on it, just hard enough that it throws Kassidy over the edge, calling out my name in the process. Moving my hands to her waist, I push down on her body while shifting my hips up. As Kassidy’s body shudders above me, the extra pressure and friction triggers my own release, shocking me.

It’s that moment the door bursts open, banging against the wall. Kassidy lets out a yell of surprise. She jumps off my lap and attempts to right her clothes. The sudden flood of light into the room causes me to squint at the harshness.

“Oops, sorry,” the female voice says insincerely.

Kassidy scrambles off the bed, wrapping her arms around her waist.

“How did you get in here?” I bark out at the intruder.

The woman filling the doorway cackles.

“I have my ways. Just wanted to check on my little sister. She has been missing from the party for quite a while now,” Karoline says cryptically.

Getting to my feet, I try to maneuver my body between the pair of sisters, blocking Kassidy from view. Without warning, Karoline starts cackling, pointing at me. Confused at what has caught her attention, Kassidy gasps out as she peers around my body.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims, looking down.

Glancing at my crotch, it takes a moment to realize the issue. My cum has leaked through my jeans and underwear, causing them to be wet. Ignoring the discomfort, my priority is focused on Kassidy. Turing my irritation toward Karoline, my anger is evident.

“What the fuck is your malfunction? Why are you such a bitch to your sister? Has she wronged you that much that you have made it your life’s goal to make her miserable?”

Before Karoline can answer any of my questions, Zanko steps up behind her. Addressing Zanko, my anger turns to him. “Where are your keys?”

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