by Jenna Rose
She moans again, and I can’t take it any longer. Quickly, maybe a little too quickly, I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to gasp, grab the hem of her shirt and pull. Every single button pops off and the shirt falls aside, exposing the most magnificent set of tits I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Jesus…” I growl as I reach up and grab them both with my hands. They’re soft, warm but firm. All I can picture is what they’ll look like wrapped around my dick just before I blow a load all over her chin. As my fever for her rises, I reach down and snatch Derry off and throw him aside, letting my cock hang full and free between my legs. When Natalie sees it, her eyes go wide and she finally makes eye contact with me.
“Just to be clear, I am not having sex with you.”
Sure, princess. Whatever you say.
6
Bobby
“I’m not, Bobby,” she repeats. I just nod as I use one hand to undo her bra. It falls from her shoulders, and she’s all but naked in front of me. Her nipples are pink like little gumdrops, and I lean in and kiss one gently, causing her to arch her back into me. I suck it as I cup her ass and walk her back toward the pool table.
She presses up against it, and that’s when I shift both of my hands to her legs. With one swift movement, I lift her onto the table, bend her legs back over her head and bury my face in her mound.
“Holy shit!” she gasps as my tongue finds her hole. I press hungrily deep inside, tasting the sweet juices of her pussy as they drip down my chin like the best honey. My cock’s in my hand, slick with pre-cum, and I’m jerking off as I eat her like a starving man. I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted anything, including the Stanley Cup.
But what if she does have a boyfriend? What if I’m getting ahead of myself? I push the thoughts away; I can’t ruin this moment. If I show one ounce of hesitation, it’s going to scare her—throw her off. I need to savor this moment—this moment of perfection.
She’s close to coming already as I drag my tongue up her slit to her clit, but I’m not going to let her. Well, I am, but not yet. I have to have her first. She has one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as I stand up, grab her by the hips and tug her to me so everything below her waist is off the table. Her hole is like a pretty pink flower just waiting for me.
Gripping my cock by the base, I trace her slit with the tip until I find her entrance. I push forward and feel even more resistance than I expected. Yeah, this girl actually might be a virgin.
“I, I said…”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I ask. My question surprises her and she looks at me with eyes of vulnerability. She doesn’t even have to answer; I know. My lust for her increases tenfold.
“I—”
“That’s okay, princess.” I smile, gently caressing her body to make her feel at ease. “I love that, and I’m going to claim that untouched cunt with my cock now and make you scream my name as you come so hard you pass out. Is that okay with you?”
I watch her mouth; her tongue touches her teeth like she’s about to tell me no, but then relaxes back. Her head tilts down and she looks at me through eyes hooded with lust. Yeah, she’s giving me the go ahead, and as a NHL star, I know that when someone gives you a golden opportunity, you take it. With a deep growl, I push inside her.
Her body goes tight and she clenches her teeth as I penetrate her. I feel her cherry pop as I push my nine inches inside her and don’t stop until I can’t go any farther. Her moan is long and sweet and I lean in and kiss her, brushing the champagne-soaked hair from her face as I start to thrust.
“Oh, that’s big!” she cries out.
“Damn right it is,” I reply. “But you’re also fucking tight.”
And isn’t that the truth? I can barely move inside her without the urge to unload my balls inside of her threatening to take me over. This isn’t going to take long; it’s just a sprint—I’ll run my marathon with her later, over and over again.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you,” I tell her. “I want to watch.”
The sassy reporter doesn’t hesitate; she reaches down between her legs with two fingers and begins rubbing her clit. I groan and my cock pulses as I picture her doing that countless times while lying in bed, looking like an absolute goddess. Jesus, I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to come before she does.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, squeezing her tits hard as I bite down on the inside of my cheek to fight off the orgasm that’s steaming toward me. It’s not like me to come prematurely; normally I’m a trooper. I could go all night if I felt like it. But not with Natalie. She’s in a whole different league.
“Bobby…” she moans.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl as my cock throbs inside her. “Come!”
“I’m coming!”
Her virgin cunt clamps down on me like a fist. I come harder than I’ve ever come before as the rhythmic contractions of her pussy milk my load out of my balls. I unload inside her, flooding her hole with my seed as I slump down on top of her and crush my lips against hers as we both surrender to our orgasms. It’s the most intense moment of my life.
I wait until all the extra sensitivity is gone in my dick before I finally pull out. My load was huge and I watch as some of it spills out of her and onto the floor. She groans and I grab a towel from the bathroom and hand it to her.
“The good news is that if you want to wash off, we can just go out into the bubbles,” I tell her with a grin. But Natalie isn’t laughing; in fact, she looks…stunned. She holds the towel between her legs and sits up, a strange look on her face. For some reason, she can’t bring her eyes to mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask her. “I—I didn’t just read this situation completely backwards, did I?”
“No, no!” she says quickly, waving a hand dismissively. “You were fine. In fact…you were more than fine.”
“Thank you.” I grin proudly.
“It’s just…well…two things,” she says. “One, you came inside me and I’m not on birth control.”
For some reason that doesn’t actually bother me.
“And two…” Her voice trails off.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head as she stands and pulls her skirt down. “Never mind.”
“So…we’re okay?” I ask. I go over to her for a kiss. She lets me, but she’s not as into it as she was a minute ago, and that’s throwing me off. I want her to be happy. I want her to love what we just did. It was her first time; I don’t want her to have any regrets.
“We’re fine,” she says as she gets her clothes back on. I messed her shirt up pretty badly, so she just grabs my T-shirt from the couch and slides it on underneath to cover up. “I just need to go. I have…a story to write.”
“But you need to interview me for that, don’t you?” I ask.
“No,” she replies quickly as she heads for the door. “I got all I need.”
“Wait, Natalie.” I rush over to her, but she’s already out the door. I’m naked, but I don’t give a fuck. I go right out after her, drawing a bunch of cheers from the crowd.
“Natalie!” I shout over the thumping bass of the music. A girl with her tits out slaps my cock as I run. Another leaps in front of me, causing me to slip in the bubbles and land on my ass. She and her friends pile onto me, grinding their suds-covered bodies all over mine.
“Natalie!” I shout, but it’s too late; she’s already in the elevator. The last thing I see before the doors close in front of her face are tears spilling from her eyes.
7
Natalie
I cry the whole way back to campus. When I get back to my room, my throat is sore and my eyes are red from wiping away the tears. I’ve never felt more disappointed with myself in my entire life.
I’m not mad at Bobby; in fact, I’m absolutely smitten with him, which is just another reason why I’m angry at myself. But the main one is that I just cheated on Rick.
Okay, maybe I didn’t really cheat on him, but it feels like I did. Normally when we go on a break, we end up getting back together, and I guess when I left the formal tonight I figured that was what would end up happening. But then Bobby-fucking-Brodeur swept in and changed all that.
“Okay, Natalie,” I say to myself as I change out of my alcohol-soaked clothes. I really should shower; I can still feel Bobby’s enormous load dripping out of me. “Go over to his room and apologize. Tell him what happened and be honest about it. Tell him it’s over and you’re sorry.”
I can do that, right? Sure. I slide into some dry clothes and quickly make my way across campus. My heart is pounding as I replay the events of the night. You let him come in you! What’s wrong with you!?
It feels wrong right now, but it felt so right in the moment. In fact, it still feels right in some part of me. I could end up pregnant with Bobby Brodeur’s kid. Me!
The formal is winding down as I enter the dining hall that’s been converted for the night and scan the crowd for Rick. I see a few of his friends but I don’t see him. Everyone’s dressed to the nines and I’m here looking like a drowned rat. I quickly make my way to Wayne and tap him on the shoulder.
“Hey, have you seen Rick?” I ask. He’s drunk and looks at me with surprise.
“Hey, Nat…yeah, no. Haven’t seen him.”
He’s lying. I can always tell when Wayne is lying. A pit forms in my stomach and I turn away from him and continue my search, but after a couple of minutes it’s obvious Rick isn’t here. I’m two steps away from heading back to his room when I hear it: the sound of his voice from somewhere behind me.
I whirl around just in time to see a door to the kitchen swing shut, and just before it closes, I see my boyfriend with a blonde in his arms, pushing her up against one of the refrigerators. The pit in my stomach flares into a ball of flames. Here I was thinking I’d just committed a terrible sin; meanwhile, my boyfriend is cheating on me because I wouldn’t put out for him.
They both jump as I barge into the kitchen.
“N—Natalie!” he stammers, pulling away from the girl, who has her panties down at her ankles. “We were just—”
“It’s fine, Rick,” I say. “I was coming here tonight to tell you that I just made a big mistake—that I sort of cheated on you and that we were over. I felt terrible about it too!”
There’s nothing more to say. I whirl on my heels and march away from him, back through the door and through the dance. Seconds later, I hear the door slam open behind me and the sound of Rick’s footsteps chasing after me.
“Hey!” he shouts. “Hey, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
His voice is so loud that half the formal stops what they’re doing and turns their eyes on us.
“Stop!” he roars. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I stop in the middle of the dance floor as the crowd steps away from me, forming a circle. Rick, red-faced and clearly boned up, strides right up to me like he’s about to hit me. “You cheated on me?!”
“You cheated on me!” I shriek back, pointing at the girl cowering behind him by the door. “You really want to act all innocent here?”
“I only cheated because you won’t put out for me, you bitch!”
“Bitch!?” I snap. It takes everything I have not to slap him in his smug face. Suddenly, I can’t even remember why I started dating Rick in the first place. “You know what, Rick? This is over. We’ve probably been over for a long time now. Good bye!”
That’s that. What I did was wrong, but this was a long time coming. I’m almost out the door when I hear Rick shout one last jab at me.
“Yeah, well guess what? I’ve been fucking her for months now!”
If I ever loved him, my heart would have broken. But all his admission does is make me realize just how little I feel for him. I wonder if I ever did.
The wind on campus is cool on my face. I don’t go back to my dorm; I just walk from building to building as I try to calm down. I feel lost, like a boat with no sails, drifting in the ocean with no destination.
I’m single now, have an article due Monday on a man who I hated two hours ago who I then ended up giving my virginity to. Oh, and I might have just gotten myself pregnant.
What the fuck?
8
Bobby
Keep your mind on the game, Bobby.
Ice sprays against my cheek as number-6 on the Red Wings carves hard beside me, aiming for a big hit. I scoop the puck and dodge left, causing him to whiff and sail headfirst into the boards. I five-hole Jack, their team captain, and take a hard slap shot at the goal. But my shot’s off. It clanks off the post just as the buzzer blares announcing the end of the game.
“Shit!” I curse as I slide to a stop.
“Nice shot,” Jack laughs as he skates past me.
“We still won!” I call after him. 4-1, with two of those goals being mine. On any normal day, I would have hit that shot, but today is not a normal day. Today I have one thing on my mind: Natalie.
It’s been two days since the party—two days since I’ve seen her, and they’ve been the hardest two days of my life. Even harder than the first two days in the NHL, when Coach was working me to the bone to make sure I understood that I wasn’t in college anymore—that I was in the big leagues.
I called the Daily Press, but her prick of an editor wouldn’t tell me how to get in touch with her, so I did something a little sketchy; I hired a private investigator to find her. I know, I know, it’s a little much, but what am I supposed to do? Never see her again? I have to know why she was so upset after we had sex. If I did something wrong, then I have to correct it.
After I shower and change, I check my phone and see that my PI came through; there’s a dorm name and room number in my text messages. Taking a deep breath, I head for my car and drive to campus. I have to handle this right; there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out when she sees me, but if I can explain that I’m only here to make sure she’s okay, maybe I can at least just not make things worse. Fuck, this is going to be hard.
It’s like a strange flashback when I step out of my car and walk across campus; it feels like only yesterday that I was here as a freshman, having the time of my life, big dreams of making it to the NHL swimming around in my mind. But when I reach Natalie’s dorm, all those thoughts are instantly brushed away when I see her.
There she is, looking like an angel, framed by the window of her room, her hair glowing from the light of her desk lamp. The last time I saw her, she was dressed like a professional; now she’s dressed like a college girl, in a pair of athletic shorts that barely cover her bangin’ booty, and a worn T-shirt…
…wait a minute. That’s my T-shirt!
Maybe I didn’t fuck up so bad after all. Maybe she had something else going on that upset her that wasn’t me.
I pick up a small rock and throw it at her window. It clanks off the glass and draws her attention. When her eyes meet mine, my body reacts the same way it did the first time I saw her. For a minute she looks surprised, then annoyed, then like she’s going to smile, but she turns away and hides her face. I wait and watch as she goes to her door. She’s coming out to see me. I meet her at the side door when she comes out.
“Bobby, what are you doing here?” Her tone is neutral. I can’t tell what she’s feeling. “Better yet, how are you here? Did Charles tell you where I live or something?”
“Yeah,” I lie. Better to break the whole private investigator thing to her after I fix whatever’s wrong. “I just had to see you, Natalie. You were so upset after last time that I had to come make sure it wasn’t something I did.”
Natalie frowns. “You came here to make sure it wasn’t you that upset me?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a smile. “I’m not as big of an asshole as you may have heard.”
There’s a look in her eyes; she believes what I’m saying, but there’s still something else going on.
“It wasn’t you, Bobby. I—it was just somet
hing going on with me.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, approaching her slowly. I know this is a delicate situation, but my cock doesn’t care. I’m growing a full bulge as I get closer and her scent fills my nose, reminding me of the best night of my life. Her curves are fucking deadly. Those shorts are doing nothing to contain that phenomenal ass of hers.
“I’m sure, Bobby,” she says. For some reason, I expect her to back away. Even though we haven’t been official or anything, this feels like a breakup conversation.
“So then what is it?” I ask. I slide my hands around her waist. She shifts like she’s going to pull away but doesn’t. She’s so soft. This girl has me tripping all over myself. Never in my life have I gone out of my way like this for a girl, especially one I hardly know. But Natalie is different; I want to know everything about her. I want to share myself with her. Normally I’m a very guarded man, but with Natalie, I want to open up completely.
“I—I really don’t want to talk about it, Bobby.”
“Okay,” I reply. “So can I see you again?”
She twists her lips in thought. “I don’t know.”
“What are you afraid of?” I ask her. “You know, I’m not normally like this with girls.”
“Oh, so that’s supposed to make me feel special?”
Wrong thing to say.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I tell her. “I just want you to know how I feel about you.”
“You barely know me, Bobby.”
“That’s what makes me trust it,” I reply, gazing deep into her eyes, eyes I could wake up to every morning. “I don’t know you, but my heart doesn’t care. I want to know you, Natalie.”
She’s breaking; her walls are giving in. I’m almost there.
“I want you more than I want the Stanley Cup.” I smirk. Finally, Natalie laughs. Her face lights up and I pull her close to me. Her body is warm and soft against mine. I kiss her on the forehead and she looks up to me. Our lips are just about to meet when a man’s voice rings out.
