“I do, which is why I didn’t mind pissing of a poodle,” I said.
Lucinda’s hand started to rise ever so slightly as she held the impulse to try to slap me. Oh, I so hoped she did. I really would have loved that. But she realized very quickly what a stupid mistake that would have been on her part, and she held her right hand in her left and just smiled at me.
“I haven’t done anything to you,” Lucinda said. “But you should watch your back; not everyone is as forgiving of your sins as I am.”
“I’m going to go to the cops,” I said.
Lucinda smiled widely, the smile turning into a grimace, and then back into a full smile with laughter erupting from her. Her laughter was typically kind of infectious, but the way she was laughing right now, almost cackling was making me very nervous. What was she thinking?
She stepped close to me suddenly, her laughter mostly disappearing. All that was left now was a faint, cocky smile. “Go ahead. They won’t believe you. Hell, I don’t believe you. There is no proof I did anything to you. I don’t even know what you are talking about. You haven’t really said. That might be an important detail when you fill out that police report.”
“You trashed my room and ruined many of my personal belongings. That is a pretty hefty crime, in case you aren’t up on your legal studies.”
Lucinda didn’t even blink. I thought surely that hearing the details of the crime she had committed might elicit some kind of basic human response in her. If anything she just became more robotic and smiled wider, creepy.
“Something happened to your room? Oh, no. Will mommy and daddy be mad? Or will rich mommy and daddy just buy you the new things? You are pathetic. If you couldn’t throw a football, you would be nobody. Remember that. Or maybe you do realize that and it weighs around your neck like some heavy anchor. You know that you don’t belong. That’s very interesting.”
I was stung only slightly by her words. Sometimes Lucinda forgot that my ego was almost as high as hers, except mine was basically bulletproof. I truly needed no praise or recognition from anyone. If anything those things made me very uncomfortable. I was content to just do my own thing.
With that she turned and walked away to rejoin her friends, both of whom now looked at me with derision. It was almost like she was running some kind of a cult. The control Lucinda often had on people was fairly spooky.
I watched her go away for a minute or so. At one point she finally looked back at me and I saw the evil look in her eyes as she glared into me. How had I never seen that side of her before? It was truly evil.
I walked back to my car and left, heading towards home. I wanted to stop by Jamie’s and talk with her, ask her how her day went, and to see if she wanted to spend the night with me, but after the thing with Lucinda, I wasn’t sure that Jamie was safe near me. What if Lucinda made her a target? That could be really dangerous, very dire for Jamie.
I knew that Jamie was a strong, tough woman who could take care of herself, but was anyone really safe from the likes of Lucinda? I didn’t think so. The woman was a damn menace who should have been locked up somewhere. I didn’t think she really deserved to be walking the streets.
As I started to drive I couldn’t stop thinking about Jamie. I wanted to talk with her, hold her, and actually I wanted to tell her so much more about what was going on here. This was something that might actually concern her, at least if she was going to be in my future. I’d told her only a little bit about Lucinda. Being a nosey investigator, I imagined she’d done her own homework and reached several conclusions.
I really wanted to hear her thoughts and feelings about it. Mostly, I just wanted to hear her voice.
I grabbed my phone and called her. The sweet voice I loved so much answered the phone. She sounded as if she was tired but she had suddenly been awakened.
“Hey, what are you up to?” I asked.
“Oh, I finally finished my work and I was just relaxing a bit. How about you?”
“More of the same. I’m just getting ready to head over to the house. I could really use the company if you are game.”
“Sure, that sounds fun,” Jamie said purposely trying to sound very unenthused.”
“Ok, then I will be over very shortly,” I said.
I swung by and picked her up at her place. Then I drove to my place. On the drive over we didn’t even say too much. We were both kind of tired and had done our fill of dealing with people and work for the day. I had trained hard and endured a lousy practice. The team might not be ready for the game on Saturday. That was going to be a really tough one. I kept all of this to myself of course, not wanting to upset the lovely Jamie or bog her mind down with more worries than she could handle.
After we’d been driving about ten minutes in silence I looked over at her. She was bobbing her head to the music that was playing softly in the background. I smiled and broke the ice with a question. “So, what did you find out about Lucinda?”
She looked at me a bit surprised that I knew she’d been investigating. I had surmised it all, but my intuitive skills were pretty well developed.
“How did you know I was checking her out?” Jamie asked.
“Well, maybe I know you pretty well. You and I are cut from the same cloth.”
“Fair enough. I learned enough to know that this woman is crazy and quite dangerous. I’m sure you already knew that, right?”
“Yes, I’ve looked up a bit about her recently. I wish I had done that the moment I met her, but she did a good job of portraying normal for a while.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
I let the question hang in the air. “Well, we did date for a while.”
“So, I’ll take that to mean a big old yes.”
I laughed at the comment. “You knew I did not save myself for you. I had some experience.”
“I’m aware. But you slept with a psychotic person. That has to make you feel weird.”
“I actually hadn’t thought of it that way, but I suppose you are right. She fooled me pretty well.”
“Well, that is a shame,” she said. “You should do better next time.”
I reached over and held her hand in mine. “I will definitely do that. I think I’m getting much better at deciphering craziness.”
Jamie laughed and squeezed my hand.
Chapter Seventeen
Jamie
“Would you like another beer?” Chance asked as he walked over to the fridge. I took the opportunity to take another look at his perfect ass and found myself grinning from ear to ear.
“Absolutely,” I said. “Thanks.”
Chance brought me another bottle of beer and I took a big gulp of it. There was nothing better than pizza and beers. I didn’t even realize that I was hungry until Chance suggested it. Football players were apparently always hungry and could eat whatever they wanted because they were so active. As Chance explained to me, if he ate healthy foods as the bulk of his diet he would lose size and strength. So, as unhealthy as it might have been, he and the other players ate a lot of pizza and beer. It sounded pretty ideal to me. And it was kind of hot.
We’d made it to his place about eight-thirty. For some reason it felt so much later than that. I had actually been starting to doze off to sleep when he called me. The moment I heard his voice I perked right up. I was hoping that he would call, but after a long day I figured he might be exhausted or have a lot of studying to do.
But now, here we were. When we got to his place he phoned in a pizza delivery order and kept one entire pizza for himself. And of course there was the beer which always seemed to be stocked up in his uncle’s house. I had not told my friends about this place. I knew that Chance wished to keep it primarily a secret. I didn’t think any of his friends really knew anything about it. And I loved that he had chosen to share this with me. It helped me to feel like I had a special place in his world.
“So, what should we watch next?” Chance asked.
“There is a new show on television
about some stalker. I hear it is supposed to be really good.”
Chance looked at my joke with a fun, little, mocking laugh. That was the line, I guessed. But it was a good joke.
“How did the article turn out? Did I come off as heroic and a man on the cusp of world domination?”
“No, you came off as a normal guy who has found himself in an unfortunate circumstance, but you are handling it beautifully.”
“Oh, well I guess that works, too.”
I kissed him and then snuggled up against him. It felt so good to be with this man. I felt warm, safe from harm with him. There was no one around now. There were no cameras eyeing him, no reporters trying to get at him, no ignoring phone calls, and no psycho ex-girlfriends to deal with. As I worked on the article all of those things that Chance had to work through on a daily basis came to the surface and I realized that if I ended up being with him for the long haul, that I would have to end up dealing with all of those things as well, as if by association. Was I prepared to do that? After thinking about it long and hard, I came to the conclusion that I was indeed ready to do all of that.
And I came to the conclusion that I was falling madly in love with this man. In fact, I had probably already fallen in love with him. And I so desperately wanted him to know. I mean, I felt he probably did know, but I wanted to just come right out and tell him face to face.
But I didn’t. What was I so afraid of? What was going to happen if I told the man that I cared so much about that I loved him?
I didn’t feel it was fair to keep those feelings locked up, but I was so scared of losing what we were building together. And I thought that the craziness with Lucinda might somehow draw us even closer together. But would there be a price to pay for that? There was no way of foretelling this right now. And I hoped that Chance was doing the right thing by keeping it from the police. I understood his motives, but that didn’t mean that I agreed with them.
“So, how soon do you think it will take for the story to be in the school paper?” Chance asked.
“Well, if we get lucky, it will probably be in there in a few days. If we don’t get lucky, which we hardly ever do, I would say middle of next week.”
“Great,” Chance said. “So we will have that article coming out around the same time we have our victory to celebrate against Ohio State. That is pretty sweet.”
“You play them at home, right?”
“Yeah, we do. I hate away games. It messes up your class schedule and everything so much. And then when you come back you are a little weird and weary. It is just the biggest annoyance.”
“That’s got to be rough.”
“It’s just the price you have to pay,” Chance said. “I’m so glad you said yes to coming over tonight.”
“Why would I say no?” I asked. The answer came out a bit more forward and gushing than I meant it to, but I chose not to react to it. I was not ashamed of my feelings to that extent.
“So, what do you think? About us?” Chance asked.
I did not expect him to ask me that, at least not in such a direct manner. But here we were.
I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I speak what was on my heart? Or should I just say what I thought he might want to hear?
I quickly made up my mind. I was tired of dancing around the obvious. It was time to come clean and just tell Chance what I was feeling.
I took a deep breath and began. “I think that what we have is very special. I’ve felt it since probably the moment we met. There is an electric charge in the air when I’m with you. I feel like we’ve been together for so long, even though we are still technically getting to know each other. I know that this is moving very fast, but it does not scare me at all. I want to continue, to move on with this and to find out where it leads. I am excited every day about the possibilities that lay ahead for you and I. And yes, when I think of the future, I see you and I together in that future.”
Chance listened calmly as I went over everything. I was watching the whole time to see if his expression would change, or something in his demeanor might note that he was not feeling exactly the same way and I should stop, but he was calm as could be. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke to me.
“That is a big relief,” Chance said. “I have felt the same way since I met you as well. This is really new for me, since I haven’t met anyone for a long time who really made me want to be with them, and I can say with all honestly that what I feel for you is leaps and bounds beyond anything I’ve ever felt for any woman. I did not know that this level of emotional intimacy could even exist. I am very excited as well to move forward in life with you by my side. I’m not sure what will happen in the world, but I do know that I want you to be right there with me no matter what.”
Hearing Chance’s profound words brought tears to my eyes. The more he went on, the harder it tugged at my heart. And by the time he was done, I felt like everything was finally going to be right. It would all be ok.
I leaned forward and Chance hugged me tightly next to him. It felt good to be in his arms, his strong muscular chest pressed against me, my breasts feeling firm, yet soft sandwiched between us as I turned my body to his. His masculine, hard features were sliding up and down my cheek as he embraced me warmly and let out long breaths of what felt like relief. He didn’t really talk about his feelings very much, but I wondered how much Chance really had been holding back, and how much of a relief it was for him as well to get everything out in the open.
I could feel his heart beating through his massive chest as he held me, his hands starting to rub up and down on my upper arms. His hands were calloused, thick, and very strong. I could feel myself getting turned on already. This man’s touch was magnetic to me. When I was in his embrace, nothing else in the world mattered to me. My lust began to burn up inside of me. I could sense that I would soon be in for another wild ride.
“That feels good,” I whispered.
“Does it? What about this?” Chance asked as he moved his hand over from my arm towards my chest, slipping his hands up under the sleeves of my t-shirt. I cursed myself for wearing something as no sexy as a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but when he called Chance was close by and I was too excited and without the proper time to get dolled up even a little bit. But he didn’t mind. Chance liked to take me as I was.
His thick hand was getting caught in the shirt now, but his fingers were long enough that he could just graze the breast and set my heart ablaze with the lust that I craved from him. I was already getting super wet.
Chance leaned over and planted his mouth on mine, massaging my lips under the weight of his own. He was so dominant that I felt instantly under his spell. His lips were soft and thick, but also strong, firm, and they moved along my lips focusing first on the top and then on the bottom before settling into a routine. I could feel his powerful jaws moving along, caressing me with his lips, his deep kiss.
“How does that feel?” Chance asked between kisses, his hands moving around my body. One hand was on the low of my back now, pressing the bottom of my shirt up until his skin was now contacting my skin, massaging, almost milking the pleasure from my skin. I could feel the sweat beginning to build up on my skin. I wanted this to last forever, this feeling… I felt vulnerable and more importantly I felt that I deserved to feel vulnerable for a while. That was important to me…I had to always feel like I was invincible and stay super strong, but with Chance I could let go and just be.
His other hand was now moving through my long hair, running along the wavy lines of each strand, brushing me and grooming me as he consumed all of my love into himself. I wanted him to feel everything that I felt for him. I could not imagine going through another day of my life without him in it. How had I survived this long? I hadn’t been living, merely existing.
Chance pulled away from my mouth suddenly, his eyes narrowed on my mouth, and then he leaned in closely. He licked my lips. “Give me your tongue.”
I held out my tongue and kept it firmly
in place as Chance licked along the top of it. Then he wiggled his around mine, sending perfectly sexual, lustful feeling roaring through my being. I could feel the touch of his tongue on mine all the way down in the bottom of my loins. I was getting so wet and I could barely wait the minutes until he was deeply inside of me, or his delicious mouth was kissing me below. The sweet, juices were waiting for him.
I was waiting for him.
Chance’s hands were growing restless now and with one, swift move he pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor. I was wearing only a bra now, and it was not one of my sexier bras. It was actually a sports bra; I had not had time to do laundry for a few days. But Chance did not seem to care. A second later he pulled it over my head as well.
I was now sitting on the couch topless, my bare breasts hanging in full view of the sexiest man I had ever known. I’d always been a bit shy about my breasts. They were pale, they were big, and they were a bit soft and saggy in my opinion. But Chance worshipped them.
He gasped like a man possessed and lunged towards them. He quickly took my right breast in his mouth, wrestling the nipple between his lips and his teeth.
His tongue started to do circles around areola, pausing to suck on the hardened nipple every so often. My whole body was getting turned on. I wanted to just strip everything off and let him ravage me, but soon… first we had to get everything prepared properly…
I reached down and grabbed Chance’s package through his pants. He was wearing a pair of soft jeans, a little baggier than I would have liked to see him in. I loved to see the tight pants in him so that his sweet ass clinging behind the fabric. He had the most perfect ass. I wanted to sink my teeth into the flesh. Something told me this might be the best time ever to do that…
“Yes… that feels good…” Chance moaned. He leaned back as I massaged him, his hand reaching out to continue fondling my breast. I loved the way he touched them. I had always had such sensitive breasts, and he intuitively knew this. His large, thick fingers would wrap around them, holding my soft fleshy breasts in his hands and caressing them so softly, almost tickling the skin by barely grazing against it.
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