But what about my other dreams? I still dreamt of meeting the man I was destined to spend my life with. I was still young, but there was never any reason to think that it might not happen at any time. Did I have to keep my eyes open for it or else risk losing the chance? Or was it going to happen when it happened no matter what else I did?
When I go back to my room, I sat my stuff down and began to work on the article. It was pretty easy going for a while and I dived right into it. The game had been a great one and I kept reliving the way that Chance had scored the game winning touchdown. I described the events that had led up to it and then how the crowd went crazy (myself included) and then I went on to write about how the team had carried Chance Atkins off the field as if he were some sort of a gladiator in ancient Rome who had just defeated the toughest opponent that no one saw him overcoming. It was a great spectacle and for a day in time, Chance Atkins was revealed as our school’s hero.
When I finished a good chunk of the article I noticed it was actually starting to get late. I grabbed some cold pizza leftovers from the fridge, popped them in the microwave and sat down in front of the television with my dinner to watch a few shows on television. Afterwards, I worked on the article a bit more doing some revisions to what I’d written earlier. It seemed that the whole thing was really coming together and I hoped that my editor would be pleased by it.
I went to bed a little after eleven thankful that the day was in the can. But what an exciting day it had turned out to be.
As I drifted off, I couldn’t help wondering if Chance Atkins was really thinking anything at all about me. Or was I just some girl that he had decided to do an interview with?
Whatever had happened between us, whatever little spark I thought I had felt, I was willing to let it go. But if he wanted to find me, I would definitely not say no to his offer.
I found that after lying in bed for a while, I was not able to sleep. I kept tossing and turning thinking about Chance and the article. Would the article be good enough? Should I stay up late and get more work done on it no matter how tired I was? Or would I just wake up extra early tomorrow and work all day long on it shutting out the world without a break?
And would it be the masterpiece I hoped it was? And what about Chance? Oh, I wanted him there with me in that bed, rubbing against me, his naked, muscular form pressing against my soft, curvy flesh. I wanted to feel him deeply inside of me. The way he would enter me…the taste of his mouth… his sweet, hard flesh working its way into my core, laying waste to the center of my being and replacing it all with nothing but exquisite pleasure. I would let him take me and carry me away to another world if that was what it took. If ever a man like that seriously wanted to be with me, I would be the happiest girl in the world. That was the kind of man that every woman dreams about.
But I knew that there would be a cost involved in that. I knew that there would be something hidden in the details. Would I ever really be able to trust a man like that? I guessed that went along with my own insecurities. If you have a man of that caliber, a true alpha, a God among men - how would you know that you were seen the same way in his eyes? What would stop you from wondering if he would ever really be there for you the same way?
That was just the kind of mind games that would mess things up if I ever allowed a man like Chance Atkins to get that close to me. He was practically worshipped and revered by everyone. Who was I? Most of the student body probably didn’t even know my name, even if all of them had regularly read the articles that I wrote. They didn’t have any reason to really know who I was.
I closed my eyes once again and tried to ignore the burning in my loins below. I was getting so turned on and stressed out thinking about it all. I wondered what the future was going to hold for me and I considered masturbating to clear my head and help me get to sleep. My vibrator was in the drawer beside my bed. It hadn’t been used in a while. I wondered how it would have compared to Chance?
His size… wow… that was a sight. He’d only been semi-erect when I saw him and it was enough to make me take notice. The man was gifted.
But no… it was late and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. Down the hallway I heard giggling. Someone was returning from some fun festivity. It was probably that party that Chance had told me about, the one that all the football players and the really popular people were going to join. It had sounded like fun, but I decided that work was more important. I’d briefly considered going to the party and using it as an opportunity to ask a lot of questions related to the game and the article, but I doubted during a party vibe that any of the players or cheerleaders were going to talk to me.
I wasn’t sure when I drifted off. But suddenly the noise in my mind was being subdued. I was floating away from all the chaos, the worry, the stress - and nothing but good vibes remained within me. I was with Chance and he and I were dancing. He was holding me closely, his sweet breath filling my mouth and lungs as he kissed me. It was like having life breathed into me from some higher being.
And when I woke up the next morning from the odd dream I was a bit confused, but also quite optimistic. I thought that there might have actually been a real connection between the two of us. The words of my dear friends Rosie and Collette began the whisper to me.
I got up and fixed a quick cup of coffee before sitting down with it to start working on the article. As I did so, I came to the realization that one way or another Chance and I were going to run across each other again.
Chapter Eight
Chance
She was there with me.
I had no idea where she came from or why she was there, but she was. She was standing in front of my bed. I had been awakened from a deep slumber and no sooner did my eyes try to adjust to the darkened room and then a glowing red light suddenly turned on. It was a small light, just giving enough of a cascading sheen that I could see what was going on around me. The darkness was in the background, behind the red light, and it was threatening to encroach on us, but so far the red was keeping it well at bay. That was fine.
It was just the two of us.
The sultry woman standing in front of my bed looked familiar. At first I couldn’t quite place her, but the more I stared at her sexy form, the shape of her body, the hips, the chest, the fire in the eyes, and the wavy, long hair, the more the identity of this sexy creature began to take shape in front of me.
She was beautiful. She was perfect.
She was the woman who had interviewed me. Jamie…. wow…
I’d had her running through the back of my mind all day long. This woman was everything I’d ever wanted. I didn’t even realize it at first, not during the initial meeting when she caught me naked in the shower, and not even during the interview later on. Afterwards though… I had been unable to think of anything else.
And now she was standing right there in front of me, taking her clothes off.
Jamie was wearing a lacey, nightgown with a sexy bra and underwear combo underneath it. She looked so damn hot, way sexier than her normal attire which suggested to me that she was the casual girl next door type who probably had absolutely no idea how hot she actually was. That was very attractive to me. I’d always loved girls who were not at all cocky or struck on themselves. I loved a natural beauty who had that every day down to earth sweetness to themselves.
And here she was stripping for me.
This was when I became aware of the music surrounding me. The music was all instrumental, a bit creepy, but erotic too. It showcased a passionate side of Jamie that I didn’t know existed, but then again I barely knew the girl. And I desperately wanted to change that.
She removed the lacy top layer and let it drop to the ground. She was now wearing only a bra and panties. And they were both see through. She was smiling for me now, her body writhing in perfect time to the sensuous beat of the music.
The smile on her face was one of wicked desire, as if she was thinking about doing the nastiest things to me, and I was ready to enjoy e
very single savory thing. I wanted her on top of me, moving up and down over me, and showing me how much she desired me. I could tell she wanted me in the interview, or at least I thought I could. Sometimes I tended to get a swelled head.
Jamie stepped forward and leaned down to show me the cleavage that was popping up out of the bra, so ready to break free. The outfit was a little bit too small and I loved it. The confidence that this woman was radiating towards me was so sexy, so perfect that I could barely contain myself from reaching up and just grabbing her, taking control, giving her what we both obviously desired.
I was getting so turned on. I was hard as a rock, which she could clearly see since I slept in the nude. I was leaning back on my bed totally exposed with myself on full display for her to gain every bit of an eye candy. But she hardly looked at it. Her eyes were focused right on mine.
I liked that.
With a quick movement Jamie took off the bra and dropped it to the floor. Her large, thick breasts were on display now. They were beautiful, full and large with the big nipples that I loved, and yet so firm looking. They were so close but still felt a million miles away from me. I had to keep my hands still from reaching up to grab her chest, and to keep from grabbing myself. The desires had stirred up within me so tightly that I just wanted to scream.
But it was ok…I held it all together and I did not let a single emotion show through my tough exterior, my strong façade.
Jamie changed the game just then. She turned around and bent over to show me everything. She was wearing a very lacy, frilly pair of panties, and she was now touching her toes keeping her legs nice and straight. She had perfect legs. They were toned, tight, smooth, and long looking. I wanted to see them wrapped tightly around me.
I wanted to feel her with me. How long would I have to wait to get inside of her?
Jamie removed her panties right then, pulling them down her long legs and letting them fall to the floor as she stepped out of them. She stayed in that position though, bent over so that I could see everything. And it was glorious.
She was already very wet. Her body was gleaming with the wetness that called out to me.
“Come over here,” I demanded. I couldn’t take this anymore.
Jamie smiled and looked back at me. I could see that she wanted to play some more games. Well, that was just fine. We could play all night. I was able to hold out as long as she was. There would be no defeat here. I was damn sure of it.
Jamie spread her legs a little wider and then she reached between her legs all the way behind her and then slipped her fingers into her waiting sex as she brought her hand back. Her fingers entered slowly, moving deeply though, and when she pulled them back out, her fingers were covered in her savory juices. They glowed in the dim red light.
I licked my lips and felt myself growing even harder and readier. This was getting so hot I could barely stand it. What would I have to do to get her over to the bed and start making sweet love to me? How much longer would she make me wait?
Jamie stood up then and turned around. She strode confidently towards the bed with her legs spread far apart. Then she placed her hands on her hips confidently. She was really starting to get herself turned on. I could see it in her face. There was a look of anger in her eyes, but it was the angry side of passion. She reminded me of a lion about to attack its prey and I was ok with that.
“Are you ready?” Jamie asked. Her voice was soft, but forceful. It hardly even sounded like her. Standing there completely nude, glowing in that red light, and showing me the lust that was consuming her entirely, I could see that this was going to be a wild ride indeed. And I was more than ready for it.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I said. “Give it all to me. Damn…you are so beautiful…”
Jamie smiled confidently and she climbed on top of the bed. Her body spread out over top of the mattress and she allowed herself to slide low and languid up my legs. Her hands were touching my thighs, her face so close to my crotch. Was she going to do what I wished she would do?
Her fingers began to do some talking as she wrapped her hand around my thick member and began to rub it slowly. A moan moved from my mouth and Jamie smiled.
“Oh, what do we have here?” Jamie asked with a giggle.
“I think he likes you,” I replied.
“Oh, does he?” she asked. Jamie tugged on my member for a moment, moving slowly, but without purpose as if she was not paying too much attention to me and was just kind of lost in her thoughts.
Then she suddenly climbed on top, straddling my body. She positioned herself correctly, but did not lower her body down yet. Instead, she leaned forward and smothered her mouth over top of mine. She tasted warm and precious, as if I’d just been given the greatest gift of my life. I’d been with a lot of women. With being part of the football team, it kind of went with the territory and I’d been with more women then I was actually proud of.
But this time it felt different. There was something more here. Something very special. And I wasn’t going to let it get away from me or waste the opportunity for it. I opened my mouth to receive the kiss from Jamie. She pushed into me then, her mouth almost hurting mine as her teeth came against my lips and she took a little nibble out of my mouth.
I pulled my head back instinctively. “Whoa… careful with the merchandise…”I teased.
Jamie grabbed my hair and pulled hard jerking my hair back. “Watch your mouth.”
And with that she proceeded to kiss me harder and even more passionately. I had never had a woman take total control this way and it felt really good. I loved to be dominated sometimes in the sack and Jamie seemed like she loved to be dominant as well. I was all too happy to let her take charge, for a while anyway…
She pulled back suddenly and licked my lips from side to side quickly. And then she did it again. On the third time she stuck her tongue actually in my mouth and pushed hard down my throat. I did nothing to resist the movement; it felt so good. Her tongue was warm and strong, but it was also very soft and wet. I loved the way it felt to have her exploring me, pushing me harder and taking the lust we were sharing for each other to a place of sheer madness and animalistic intentions.
And then I was inside of her.
Jamie had without warning or indication dropped herself onto me. She moaned loudly full of passion as she came down on top of me. I was raging hard at this point and the way I pressed through her sweet flesh was immaculate. I could feel her body opening to encompass me. We were a perfect fit for each other.
Jamie leaned back and was now riding me from on top, her back arching as she wildly let herself go and began to move my body in and out of hers. It felt amazing. The best I’d ever felt. And that was not an exaggeration. In my mind the sex had never felt this good. My entire body might as well have been on the verge of climax the exact moment I entered her.
My mind kept drifting away from the moment, mostly as a defense mechanism to keep myself from climaxing far too early. I knew this all too well. If I thought about exactly how good this felt and what was happening, I would have finished far too early. Instead, I let my eyes close and just enjoyed the ride as best I could without being fully present.
Oh, but I was present enough.
Jamie’s hands were on my chest now. She seemed to be preoccupied with my muscles. They turned her on and that turned me on. Her hands were gliding over my pecs now, massaging the muscles, and even playing with my nipples. Oddly, they were sensitive and I enjoyed it when she touched them.
I loved having her on top. Watching the blissful expressions on her face as she took total charge of the pleasure between us was exhilarating. The look on her face was one of immense joy and determination. She would bite her lip and then lean her head back before letting out a loud wail of pleasure, and then she would look down at me with a passionate desire that was almost intimidating. And all the while our bodies continued to mold into each other.
I knew I was going to come soon. I was almost there and there was
no way to hold it back if I continued to let her take the lead here. But I could tell she was about to finish as well. She was getting so tight around me, so wet, and her body seemed to be pulling me up and down along with her strokes.
I reached up and grabbed her ass from behind, gripping it tightly and squeezing her cheeks. Jamie hissed with delight as I did this, surprising her and showing her how much I desired her. Then I sat up to meet her, still keeping my hands on her ass. My mouth found hers and I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue hard against hers, our lips fumbling for each other to rub and smack back and forth.
Jamie caught my tongue between her teeth and she slid up and down on it a few times before swallowing it back into her mouth. It was the sexiest feeling as I began to buck my own hips in and out of her going faster and faster all the time.
“Are you ready to come for me?” Jamie hissed.
“Yes… I want to fill you up,” I said.
“Do it…let me have it all…” Jamie growled at me, low and intensely.
I was almost there. I was ready to erupt completely inside of her. She was so tight, so wet, and amazingly soft against me. How could I resist any longer?
“Yes!” I cried as I came hard. My body shook. My insides shivered as my body lurched and propelled my purpose inside of her waiting body.
A moment later I felt Jamie’s body begin to vibrate passionately around my own body, almost forcing me out of her with the force. I held on and watched her have her own epic climax as I finished my own. The magic that happened right then between us was almost electric. It was ecstatic. It was like a charge that started at the base of my spine and it was just small, but within seconds the electrifying event had taken over my entire body and I was left in a state of almost total paralysis for a moment.
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