“I think you missed school,” I tell her as I weave my fingers with hers.
“I have finals this week so my schedule is sporadic.”
I turn and face her. Her beautiful breasts, marked with small bruises from where my fingers dug into them, are on full display. Even though this is all new to her, I encouraged her to ride me, and she did, coming all over my cock for the first time. It was a glorious sight watching her breasts as they bounced up and down while she took my dick deep inside of her. Of course, seeing her let go of her inhibitions was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Sex is by far the most natural experience our body goes through. No one needs lessons if you listen to what your body wants and set your mind free.
Lying back down, I use her hip as my pillow and rub my fingertips along her bare stomach. She threads her fingers through my mop top, which is in need of a haircut. No words are spoken, just simple touches. I should be the girl I’ve become and ask her what all of this means. Surely, for her, considering what she just gave me, it means we’re together. I don’t want to assume, though, or come off as too eager. Again with the labels and the branding that society requires you conform to. For all I know, Daisy wants to just be and not have to answer whether or not she’s my girlfriend. As far as I’m concerned, she is.
“I have to get ready.” It’s game day and for the first time in my life I wish I didn’t have to play today. I’d love to crawl back into bed next to her and make love to her all day long, breaking only for sustenance, which would mean she’s walking around my place naked. Sounds like a good day to me.
“Thank you,” she says sweetly, causing me some confusion.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because you didn’t slam the door in my face when you had every right to, and for what you did for my grandfather. He was so happy yesterday.” Her eyes mist up and she tries to hide her face, but I stop her. I don’t want her to cry.
“I like you, Daisy. A lot, actually, and when you wouldn’t return my phone calls or text messages I had to do something to get your attention. It’s a win-win all the way around. We’re together and your grandfather is happy. I’ll do it for every game if you want.”
She nods. “He’d like that.”
“Consider it done,” I say, moving closer to kiss her. Once our lips meet there’s no turning back. Her hands are everywhere - in my hair, down my back gripping my ass and finally to my erect cock. The moment she starts stroking, I’m a goner. Daisy knows I’m not leaving this bed until we’ve both found our release. She already knows how to press my buttons and make me submit to her.
“Aren’t you sore?” I ask as she continues to drive me toward the edge.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. As much as it pains me, I move out of her grip and lay beside her.
“Don’t think you have to do this. If you’re sore, you should rest.”
She turns on her side to face me. “What do you do when you’re sore after a game? Do you stop and rest? Do you wait for the ache to go away or do you continue to play?”
“Play,” I say, winking my eye.
“Let’s play, Ethan. Come hit a homerun,” she whispers against my lips.
Her baseball analogy has me scrambling to my bedside table and yanking the drawer open, dropping it to the ground. The contents start to spill out, but not before I can grab the string of condoms. Yanking one off and ripping it open, I quickly sheath myself. Daisy’s focus is on me, her eyes are full of lust and her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth. My dick jumps with excitement, knowing that it’s about to be buried deep between her tight walls.