"He wouldn't like it?"
She shook her head, sending red waves cascading everywhere. She was unconsciously feminine and sexy. It was all natural too, which made it much more effective.
I had the boner to prove it. Not just a regular boner either. A mega-boner.
At the moment, my dick could cut glass.
"He doesn't let me go out with people."
"You've never been out with anyone? Ever?"
"No."
I raised my eyebrows. She had no experience with men apparently. No one like me at least. I was sure she'd led the boys in high school on a merry chase. Oh, this was too fucking perfect. Little Miss Priss was pure as the driven snow.
Not for long.
"Really? In this day and age?"
She glared at me defensively. It was way too easy to get her riled up. And way too much fun to stop.
"Don't make fun of me. I'm not a freak you know."
I smiled at her, raising my hands.
"I'm not making fun of you. I'm just curious."
She shrugged and her camisole moved slightly, giving me a glimpse of that body of hers. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my cheek so I could get a closer look.
"He's old school. He means well, he's just..."
"Over protective?"
She nodded and again I watched her hair slide gracefully over her sun kissed shoulders. Jesus, the girl was perfect. No wonder her daddy was over protective. If I was him, I'd keep her under lock and key.
I grinned and took a swig of my beer.
"I would be too, if I had a daughter that looked like you."
She blushed and I thought I saw goosebumps. I kept hoping her nipples would get hard. Maybe I should ask them to turn up the air conditioning in here... or I could just lean closer. I'd tug out that little top of hers and blow on them. I smiled wider at the thought.
"So why did you come out with me tonight? If you're not supposed to date, I mean."
"Is this a date?"
I leaned back in my seat and nodded slowly.
She bit her lip and blushed. A hot surge of lust shot through me. I was in a bad way. If I stood up right now, I'd knock over the ketchup bottle with my dick.
Yeah, it was that long.
And wide.
In high school the guys on the team called me Thick. It caught on with the whole school until everyone was calling me that. Even the teachers. It even followed me to the service.
No one else ever knew why. Unless I showed them.
By the time I had graduated, I'd showed almost all the cheerleaders in two counties. Cheerleaders, man. They loved a quarterback.
And that's what I was. Just as much as I was a Marine. In my blood, in my bones, I was a QB.
I was more than just a high school athlete. I had what it took to go pro. Or at least play college ball. But my school wasn't the type to get scouted. It was small and dirt poor and in the middle of the mountains. My only chance was to try out as a walk-on. No scholarships. No special treatment. Just a guy, walking onto the field with nothing but his nuts. I could do it. I knew I was good.
And I had really big nuts.
I only prayed that I could prove it in tryouts.
Speaking of tryouts... I'd like to try her out before the night was over. I watched her take another sip of her beer and licked my lips.
"So, you grew up around here?"
She nodded earnestly. God, this girl was prime. Innocent and sweet and dear lord, she was put together right! I just hoped she was going to let me find out how right.
In an hour or two, if I had my way about it.
I smiled at her and signaled the waitress.
"Have another beer, it's early."
"I really shouldn't..."
"Come on, live a little. Or would daddy be mad?"
I used the tone you would use with a baby, just to get a rise out of her. I knew it was my best chance at getting her to stay. She bristled adorably.
"I'm not a baby!"
"Okay. So stay."
She looked uncertain for a moment and then she looked at me and nodded.
"Well, maybe just one more..."
Belinda
I felt strangely calm as I let Kyle take me back to his dorm room. I wasn't stupid and I wasn't drunk. I was definitely feeling rebellious though. Curious too. Maybe a little tipsy from the couple of beers. And I knew that if I went up there, we were probably going to do it.
'IT.'
I had been kissed a few times. Rubbed up on. But that was at school dances and at camp. Never really alone, and not recently. So it hadn't gone any farther than that.
Not that I'd wanted it to as an underage teenager. Not then. But now... things were different.
I was fascinated by Kyle. He had kept me guessing what he was after all night. Did he want to argue with me? Or kiss me? It was irritating and intriguing at the same time. He was impossible to ignore, with his piercing eyes and good looks. But it was more than that, he pulled at me with some sort of unseen gravitational force.