"We will figure it out Kyle. We always do."
I didn't want to figure it out. I wanted her. I didn't want to upset her by arguing though.
"Well, if I find a place, then will you move into it?"
She nodded, yawning.
"I guess so. But after the wedding, okay?"
I sighed. It was going to have to be good enough. The team needed me. Jason had blown out his knee, and now I wasn't just the best quarterback they had.
I was the only quarterback.
We were more than halfway through the season. We were heading for the championship. I wanted to be there for it.
I wanted to win the damn thing!
"So, are you sure you don't want to move into my dorm room with me?"
"Ew, NO!"
"I guess I'll just have to find something nicer then. How about a room in a frat house? I hear the military frat has keggers every Friday night."
"Ha, ha, ha. No."
I chuckled at the haughty tone of her voice as my phone pinged. It was a video email from Kenneth. I'd sent him a blank one earlier with only two words in the subject line: Mission accomplished.
I opened the video and the phone blared loudly. I scrambled to turn the sound down. Heads swiveled. It was loud.
"Shit!"
Kenneth and the guys were dancing around, clearly drunk. I rolled my eyes, laughing my ass off. One of them had a red wig on and was pretending to make out with the other guys. I had to squint before I recognized him.
Holy shit it was Jagger.
Jagger was the toughest motherfucker I'd met in my life. He was a lifer, climbing the ranks until his reckless ways got him in trouble. Then he'd just start over again.
He held his fingers out, pulling his tank top to simulate boobs. I choked back a laugh but Belinda was glaring at me.
"We're glad you got your woman, Sergeant Thick!"
Jagger saluted and then brought his fingers to his mouth in the universal sign of * eating. I covered my mouth as I almost bust a gut laughing. Belinda was looking at me with annoyed curiosity.
"Sergeant Thick? Why do they call you that?"
I turned my phone off hastily and shoved it in my bag.
"No reason."
"Kyle..."
I looked at her, then leaned forward to whisper.
"Well it might have something to do with my equipment."
"Your what?"
"You know, my twig and berries."
Her pretty little mouth opened. I grinned at her. She was so innocent, but also very ready to experiment as she'd proven in Woodstock. I could not wait to get her alone again. She'd been very enthusiastic to wrap those lips around my-
"Your penis???"
She looked so shocked that I almost laughed. But I tried to shush her instead. Mistake.
Note to self: no woman likes to be shushed. Even if you are in first class on a cross-country flight.
"How do they know about your penis?"
"We live in tents darling, these things tend to get noticed."
She sat back, staring at me with an odd look on her face.
"Is it very large? I mean, compared to others?"
She stared at my lap, licking her lips. I growled at her, feeling my cock fill with blood. She was teasing me and it was working.
"I mean, I've never seen another one. Maybe I should, you know, for comparison?"
"Like hell you will!"
I scooped her up and onto her feet, propelling her towards the bathroom.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bathroom."
"Why?"
"There's a club you're about to join."
I opened the door and pushed her inside. I stepped in behind her and locked the door.
"A club? What club?"
I smiled and started pulling her skirt up.
"It's called the Mile High Club, Princess."
Belinda
"Kyle!!!"
I could not believe what he was doing. He wanted to fool around? In a airplane bathroom??? I looked at his face and reconsidered.
Of course he wanted to fool around in an airplane bathroom.
He always wanted to mess around!
He just grinned at me and reached for my panties. His smile widened when he realized I was already wet. Being around him did that to me.
The pregnancy might have something to do with it too.
"It's okay baby, I just want to use the tip."
"What?"
He stopped smiling and turned me around so that I faced the mirror.
"I'm joking. I'm going to use the whole thing."
I felt the silky tip of his cock slip just inside me. Even after all these months of being together, it felt new every time. Probably because he was so 'thick.'
"Ohhhh..."
"Shhhh... we don't want to get kicked out of first class."
I tried not to make a sound as Kyle started to take me from behind, staring at me in the bathroom mirror. He looked down, watching his cock disappear into my body. I watched him in the mirror. He was watching us as he gradually quickened his pace.
Hmmmffff... the look on his face while he watched us made me clamp down.
Just like that, I was coming.