I hopped off the bus at my stop and ran the five blocks home, painfully aware of my pantiless state the whole way. I exhaled sharply with relief as I turned the corner. Dad's car wasn't in the driveway. Once again, I'd made it by the skin of my teeth.
I came in through the back and headed straight to the bathroom to shower. I wanted his smell off of me. His come. Then I could forget this mess, go back to my normal life as boring good girl. What had he called me? A goody two-shoes. That's right. That's all I wanted to be. Instead, I was sticky and getting stickier by the minute. Maybe I could just forget the whole thing. It would be easier without the physical evidence.
"Bellie? That you?"
"Yeah mom!"
"You didn't come home right away."
"Sorry, I ate on campus. I was working."
"Alright dear. Well, do come say goodnight after your shower."
"I will."
I exhaled and climbed under the pulsing jets. The hot water calmed me, making me feel clean again. I could still feel him though. The way his body had felt against me. His hands. His mouth...
Especially his mouth.
I stayed under the water much longer than usual. Finally, I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person in the world who wouldn't judge me right now.
Betsy.
We'd met at an academic summer camp in junior high school. Two weeks of nerdy preteens on a college campus in the Northeast. She was the opposite of me: disorganized, funny, bohemian, maybe even a little bit zany.
Not like me, the 'other B.' My feet were firmly on the ground and had been since the day I was born. But for some reason, we'd become tighter than sisters. And we'd stayed that way ever since. I guess opposites really did attract.
It was too bad she lived on the other side of the country.
It was late here, and even later there. But I knew she'd be up. Betsy didn't believe in 'assigned sleep schedules.' She slept when she wanted, where she wanted and with whoever she wanted.
Usually that meant from dawn to around noon.
Bets I'm freaking out
Why
I did it
You did what?
:/
Wait-you did IT????
Yes
Who's the lucky guy?
I just met him
He must be impressive
He was
When are you seeing him again?
How about never? It was a mistake.
Good sex is never a mistake This time it was
Did you come???
I blushed and typed 'yes.' Then I counted and typed 'three times.'
HELLO! That does not sound like a mistake! Is he intellectually stimulating? Soulful? Honest?
Actually I don't know
Doesn't matter. He could just be your plumber.
Plumber?
Every girl needs a good plumber. You know, the guy you call when you have to clean the pipes I sent her a gif of a bunny falling over. A minute later my phone pinged. She had sent me a gif of bunnies humping.
I laughed and said goodnight. Talking to 'the other B' always made me feel better. Even under the circumstances.
That night I slept deeper than I had in a long time.
But I dreamt about him.
Chapter Four Kyle
I waited my turn to hit the bag. I was running drills with the team. I was damn lucky the coach had even let me on the field. It was a winning team and there were legions of guys who wanted to play for it.
But he had let me try out, and now I was making the most of it.
He'd told me he didn't have room. He'd told me the bar was high. He'd told me I didn't have a snowballs chance in hell. I'd been polite, but persistent.
And now I was determined to prove him wrong.
I had more than the usual fire in the belly, too. I was pissed off. I was angry. I was hungry.
Because of her.
The gorgeous redhead who had blown my mind last week had disappeared without a trace. Gone. Poof.
All I had left were her cute little cotton panties. I'd been sniffing them for days. I fucking slept with them.
I'd thought I'd had a girlfriend. She had just wanted a one-night stand. That was weird, considering she'd been a virgin. But apparently, that's all she wanted from me.
Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
I had looked everywhere, even asking around. I asked at the pizza place. I'd even gone back to the rib joint. Nothing. Nada.
No one knew her.
But I wasn't giving up yet. I would track her down. And when I did, she was going to pay the piper.
My cock.
How many swimsuit model beautiful redheads could there be on campus anyway? I would find her. And when I did, there would be a reckoning of biblical proportions.
Nobody walked out on me. Nobody. She owed me an explanation if nothing else.
And I wanted her in my bed again. As soon as possible. Oh yeah, little Miss Priss was definitely fueling my fire on the field.
Coach was staring at me as I walked to the back of the line again. He nodded slightly and I felt a rush of pride. He had noticed I was doing well.
It was my third day of a week long tryout. Each day he tried to wear me down, giving me extra laps until I was ready to puke. Each day I half expected him to cut me. But he didn't.