You
She didn't respond to that one. But I could feel her thinking. I had a strong suspicion she was biting her lip.
She might not say yes to dinner tonight, but she would say yes soon. To everything. I had a long list of requests once I got back in her good graces.
I would wine and dine her. Send flowers. Whatever it took. I'd even buy her some fancy underwear and let her model it for me.
Oh yeah, wooing her was going to be fun.
Belinda
It had been almost three weeks now since I walked out of Kyle's dorm room. No matter what I did, he was not giving up. He was definitely not going away. He was texting me daily. And it was wearing me down. Especially since he'd even started to sound like a human being today.
It scared me how tempted I'd been to do what he asked.
Not just today either. I was tempted to everything he asked. Bend over Belinda. Take your clothes off Belinda. Ride me Belinda.
I shivered, my skin breaking out in goosebumps. The little voice inside me piped up, whispering. Give in. It will feel so good. It will feel right.
But that wasn't exactly true either. I wanted him, yes. But on my terms. A normal relationship.
The only problem with that was, I wasn't allowed to have a relationship. There were rules in my house, and breaking them would unleash my father's wrath in a major way. Huge. Epic even. I tucked my phone into my bag and pulled on my jacket.
I was damn tired of men bossing me around, that was for sure.
I left my work-study at the Dean's office and headed for the front door. I stopped suddenly, clamping my hand over my mouth as my stomach rolled over. Then I ran.
I barely made it to the bathroom before I was bent over, hurling up the remnants of my breakfast. It tasted sour, like cereal mixed with pickle juice. Ugh, that's so nasty. That thought earned an extra set of heaves. I puked until there was nothing left in my stomach.
I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth. I felt perfectly fine. Huh. That was weird. Just like that, it was over.
Food poisoning didn't go away that fast, did it?
I was splashing my face when it hit me. I'd never gotten my test. I'd stuck my head in the sand and hoped for the best.
It wasn't food poisoning.
Pregnant women threw up.
No no no no.
This could not be happening. It's not that I didn't want kids. I did. Two or three of them. But I wasn't even out of college yet. Not to mention the baby's father was a bit of a Neanderthal.
Relax Belinda. It might be a false alarm. A bug going around.
I stared into the mirror. My shirt looked tight over my breasts. I touched them gingerly and winced. They were sore. More than when I had my period. My lips were puffy. There was a softness in my eyes and around my nose.
I had a very strong feeling that this was not a false alarm. I covered my face with my hands, unable to even look at myself in the mirror.
I rarely cussed but this seemed like a good time to start.
"Shit!"
Chapter Nine Kyle
I rode the bench, eager to get into the game. It was the first game of the season and I had everything to prove. My future on the team and beyond was all depending on this. I was full of pent up energy. Anger. Frustration. Oh yeah, and lust.
Lots and lots of lust.
The object of my lust was less than twenty feet away, sitting with her mom as they watched the game. She looked prim and proper with her jacket buttoned up to the neck. Her mother and her had a cute little blanket over their knees and a picnic basket.
Apparently, they never missed a game.
My eyes were drawn to her over and over throughout the first two quarters. She was studiously ignoring me. I could actually feel her not looking at me.
I stood and stretched, hoping I was going in soon. We had a good team. But today, the other team was better. We were losing. And if we were losing, it was unlikely Coach would play me.
Not until the point of no return.
In the fourth quarter, I finally got my chance.
Coach gave me the nod as I took the field. These were mostly first string guys so they barely knew me, but they took my play and ran with it.
After ten minutes the look in their eyes had changed. They were eager for my plays. I was taking a little creative license, using tactics we used in the field to avoid getting shot. Or blown up.
And it was working.
We had made our way up the field steadily, despite the opposing teams intimidating defense. Now was our chance to score. But I wasn't going to do it. We were.
I clapped and we took our spots.
The whistle blew and I tossed the ball sideways. Then I ran backwards a few feet. The ball landed back in my hands.
Then I threw it.
Another player caught it and he tossed it sideways. The player who caught it last was the fastest on the team. He was the end game for the play. He took the ball and ran.
And he scored.