Personal Foul

by Britney Bell

  “Why don’t you stay here?” Her eyes shoot up to meet mine at the question, quickly I add more to calm the fire in hers. “You can stay in one of the guest rooms, or my bed is also available for you to sleep in.” I finish with a wink.

  “Ugg, you are such an ass,” she responds with a hint of mischief in her tone. After a pause, she answers, “Alright, since it looks like you have more than enough space. Do you have a t-shirt and shorts I can use to get comfortable in, and I’ll have that extra drink with you?”

  “Hell yeah! Let me grab some and show you to your room.” I hold out my hand to escort her upstairs.

  With each step I take with her hand in mine as we get closer to the rooms, I feel a tightness in my chest. My world is changing. I can feel it, I’m not quite sure I’m ready for it, but something in Avery makes me want to keep moving forward, namely, to see what the outcome on the other side would be.

  We turn right when we reach the top step, my room is at the end of the wing with the doors open to display the large bed.

  I release her hand and jog to my walk-in closet to grab her some clothes. When I step out, I see her leaning against the wall about to pass out from fatigue. My poor girl. It’s final, I’m keeping her.

  “Come here,” I coax in a soft tone. She looks up at me with sweet tired eyes.

  Slowly, she walks toward me. As she approaches, I take her hand again and guide her to the bathroom, stopping just outside the shower. After placing a light kiss on her forehead, I turn the shower on to warm it up, then lift her dress over her head. Her arms follow suit to help me rid her of her clothes, like we’ve done this so many times before. It’s a natural feeling, even though we’ve never had our first experience together.

  We both step in the shower to stand under the square rainfall head. The water is a warm, relaxing massage on both of our bodies. I pull her in to my embrace, taking this precious time only to be with her in the moment.

  She has worked her ass off helping Harper with our party. Exhaustion has finally hit her. I grab the shampoo to lather some in my hand and silently twist her to face the shower wall, so I can massage it into her scalp. The intimate wash completes with the rinse of her hair, then I move down her body. My hands are in heaven, feeling every inch of this luscious body. My dick is in hell, about to explode.

  I don’t want to push her because I know she’s tired. However, I am a self-absorbed prick after all. My hand wonders down to her center, gently rubbing the suds into her skin. The hitch in her breathing is all the encouragement I need to drop my hand just a hair more to cup her sex. She doesn’t retreat, rather she does the opposite, leaning back into my chest. Right where I want her. My dick is weeping from the close proximity of her warm body.

  One of my palms massages her breast, and the other slips one finger into her tight pussy. My lower placed hand slides in and out, adding another finger while moving them in a come-hither motion. I place a lingering kiss on her neck, breaking her resolve. “Fuck.” Her shaky voice is a whisper as she pulses around my fingers. My cock is painful and begging to be seated deep inside of her. I reluctantly pull them out when her breathing calms.

  She surprises me by turning around to grab the shampoo, pours a little into her palm and steps around me to begin just as I did her, at my head. Working her nimble fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, her hands are creating an even bigger need for my dick to be inside her. With a slight nudge, she pulls me back into the spray, continuing to wash my body. As she’s reaching around me, rubbing me down, her head falls to rest on my back.

  Her fingers work my skin, leaving tingles in their wake. They move over my shoulders, down my arms, reaching to my fingertips, then they slide to my chest. She doesn’t stop her handsy investigation, on down my abs, each rippled muscle at a time, moving to the golden land where my cock is welcoming her by standing straight up bumping my lower abs. She gasps as she pumps my raging hardness, and I feel a cool breath of air against my skin hitting my back. That feeling causes my balls to tighten. One, two, three, four pumps, not letting up she keeps going. Each round is getting me closer and closer. I mentally picture what we would look like if I was standing outside the shower looking in on us. Fuck, that’s hot! Goosebumps trickle down my body while my balls get impossibly tighter. I swell even larger in her grasp, and an incredible warmth races through my dick bursting out to join the stream of water rushing down the drain. One of her hands remains to stroke me lightly, the other returning to my chest to hold me close to her as my body contractions come down from the high.

  Recovered, I grab her cheeks gently, pull her in for a long sensual kiss, telling her without words how thankful I am that she just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. Never in all of my sexual experiences have I ever had such an erotic stimulating orgasm at the hand of a woman. The idea of it taking only one night to get her out of my system just went out the fucking window. With her here in my house, in my shower, in my bed, I’m going to need a hell of a lot more.

  Sated from our climaxes, exhausted from the day, we step out of the shower, dry and climb under the covers naked. “You work too hard, get some good rest,” I whisper to the woman who has just turned my world upside down as I reach over, pull her close and tuck her into me so sleep can overcome both of us.

  The next morning Avery woke up late and had to rush out the door to go feed Pepper and get ready to meet a client. I was pissed as well as confused by my feelings at the same time. Mad that I woke up with a hardon from hell, as a result of lying against Avery’s naked form, and flustered because she was the first woman that has ever slept in my bed. I didn’t want her to leave. What’s even more strange, I was not understanding my feelings for this damn cat of hers. I was actually concerned about its wellbeing and excited to meet it. That doesn't make any sense to me.

  I head out on my daily run as I kiss her goodbye. By noon I’m starving, but I gave the staff the day off, since they worked their asses off last night. That makes the decision for dinner easy then; Mickey’s it is.

  There is always at least one or two of the teammates at the pub. Today is no different. When I arrive it’s Tyler, our quarterback, who is here.

  “What’s up, Tyler? Where is your ball and chain?”

  He chuckles at that, shaking his head. “She’s working tonight. I was hungry, so I came to get some food. What are you doing?”

  “Same as you, getting some grub.”

  Peyton comes, takes our order and we’re watching sports network on one of the many TVs throughout the bar. I guess Tyler doesn’t like the silence because he starts up a conversation. “I saw you with someone at the party. I’ve never seen you hanging around a woman all night like that. Jordan says that she’s your personal shopper. What’s up with that?”

  “What’s up with you gossiping about me to your lady?” I counter.

  “It was just conversation, no gossip rags here, man.”

  He’s actually been through this stuff with Jordan. Maybe I should talk to him, get a little direction. “Yeah, well, I’ve got to be honest. I don’t really know what to do from this point on.”

  Tyler gives me a questionable look. “What do you mean, you’ve never been with a woman before?”

  “I’ve been with plenty of women, you jackass. I’ve just never had a relationship with one. I don’t know if that’s what I want with Avery. I do really like her.”

  “Well, damn. How about you and Avery go on a double date with Jordan and me? At least having someone else there will lessen the awkwardness.”

  I think on it just a moment, wondering if Avery would even like to do it. “I’m not sure, let me text Avery to ask.”

  Drew: Hey, do you wanna go on a double date with Tyler and Jordan?

  Avery: Sure, when?

  Drew: I don’t know yet. I’ll get the details.

  “She said yes.”

  Tyler is full blown laughing at me.

  “What’s so damn funny?”

  “You act like you’re already in
a relationship.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Dude, you just got her permission before you gave me an answer. That’s like the definition of relationship. If you weren’t in a relationship you wouldn’t give a shit and just answer without even asking her first.”

  “All right, Tyler, if you say so. We’ve only been together one night. I hardly call that a relationship.”

  “Just calling it as I see it,” he says, getting up to leave. “I’ll ask Jordan when she’s available, and I’ll text you the details. See, relationship, I have to ask her first.”

  I flip him off as he turns and walks out of Mickey’s door, still laughing.

  13

  Avery

  I’ve had a pep in my step even though it’s a busy week at work. Drew’s flirty texts keep me on my toes thinking of witty comments to send back to him. They all make me smile. I haven’t been this giddy in a very long time, if not ever.

  Our double date with Jordan and Tyler is set for Monday. Drew and Tyler have an away scrimmage, and they will be tied up in practice all this week, then gone over the weekend. Monday was the soonest we could all get together. I’m excited, yet nervous at the same time.

  Work has been very hectic, so time passed quickly. Before I knew it, it was Saturday, and I found myself curled up on the couch with Pepper, watching the special football channel that I had to call the cable company to have added to my service. Apparently, it is all things that have to do with the professional football league, and they guaranteed me that today’s scrimmage with the Texas Tornados will be on it. With a large glass of tea, popcorn and pickles, I’m all set to watch my man play. Wait! He’s not my man... I just have a really big fucking crush on him.

  The next morning, I wake in a panic, suddenly sitting upright, stressing about tomorrow’s date. Pepper jumps on the bed to inspect to make sure that everything is alright. In reality, he’s just excited that I’m now awake and can scratch his back. Damn needy cat. I’m needy too, wishing I could have Drew here petting me.

  I’m not sure why I am so nervous about tomorrow. I’ve met these people, and they are all great. Could it be the fact that I am going out with my boss, or a man who has the potential to be a controlling prick? I still don’t know him that well, despite my body urging me to do just that.

  The rest of the day drags. I only manage the long ticking of the minutes passing, by getting out of my apartment and going to the spa for ‘the works’. After a full day of pampering, along with some pain, getting my nails painted, lady bits waxed, a massage and then a haircut, I’m exhausted. My head falls on the pillow early, and my heavy eyes accept the rest into a happy dream state of fantasies to come and an eagerness for the new day to arrive.

  Monday welcomes me, along with Pepper pouncing on my face to wake me up and vies for my attention. KNOCK! KNOCK! Startled I jack knife up and reluctantly climb out of bed to walk to the door. Standing on my tiptoes I glance through the peephole. No one is there, so I tentatively open the door. There is a small gift bag sitting on the doorstep. It has no tag attached to it, so I don’t know who it is from. As I open it, I see delicate red lace, and I know exactly who sent this tiny gift. It’s the red lingerie I bought at Drew’s request. There is a small card lying in the bag.

  Avery,

  You have great taste in lingerie. I would love to see you in this tonight.

  See you soon,

  Drew

  I smile at his complement, then it fades as the thoughts of being told what to do weave through my hardened spirit. Is he demanding me to put this on, or is he just requesting that I wear this to have a bit of fun after dinner? Only time will tell.

  It takes me nearly all day to get ready, since I try on almost everything in my closet. I finally settle on a little black dress that zips all the way up my back with a sliver of red peeking through each side of the zipper. It has small sleeves covering my shoulders, ends just below the knees, hugging my hips and breasts to perfection. My red patent leather peep-toe heels match the clutch, then I complete my outfit with a pop of fire engine red lipstick.

  Right on time, I hear a soft knock at my door, and I open it to greet him and have a straight shot view of the offending red sports car parked behind him. Yes, I am still harboring ill will towards the machine that stole my parking space.

  “Holy shit, you look hot!” he growls in a sexy husky voice. That makes me shift my eyes and look at him.

  “Thank you. You look hot too.”

  He reaches for me, pulling me in for a soft kiss on my cheek. “Thank you. Shall we?” He directs me with his hand to the car.

  As we get closer, I still don’t have a clue as to what kind of car this is. It’s sleek looking, low to the ground with a white racing stripe slightly to the right of the center stretching from the hood of the car over the roof and past the trunk. If a Corvette and Lamborghini had a baby, this is what kind of car they would make.

  Drew opens the door and helps me sink into the soft, black leather seat. “What is this car?”

  “It’s a 2017 Dodge Viper. They don’t make them anymore, but I’ve always wanted one. So a couple years back when I heard they were going to stop production, I had this one made.”

  “It’s really nice. I like it.”

  I see his shit eating grin go big while he’s facing forward and carefully maneuvering through traffic. Then when he has a brief moment, he winks at me and replies, “Thanks. Okay, I have to ask, so I can know whether or not to torture myself all night with knowing what’s under that gorgeous dress. Did you wear the red lingerie you bought?”

  This is going to be fun. I chuckle, holding in suspense has me giddy inside. “I’m not telling. If you are a good boy tonight, then you will certainly find out.”

  He relaxes back into his seat, laughing. “Oh, so it’s going to be like that, then.”

  The restaurant is not too far, and we pull into valet parking. Drew storms out once he sets the emergency brake on the manual transmission car, rushing around it to open my door and help me out, rather than letting one of the valet guys assist me. I accept his outstretched hand by reaching up to place my palm in his, and he pulls me up. It is damn near impossible to get out of such a low car wearing this tight dress. “Thank you, that wasn’t very easy.”

  His chest rumbles with laughter, and he escorts me through the large wooden doors. The hostess recognizes Drew and ushers us through an elegant looking dining room that is shadowed in low light that gives it a romantic feel. Our private room they have reserved is just as upscale as the dining room, and we are the first to arrive. Sconces on the walls illuminate the space, along with tea light candles lighting the round table set for four.

  Drew pulls out my chair for me to sit, and I accept. He doesn’t sit in his right away, instead he moves my hair that I wore down in curled, loose waves to the side, kissing my neck slowly and sensually.

  He whispers in my ear, “I bet that red thong looks amazing under this dress, and I know that it is already wet from you thinking about me. My cock has wanted to be inside you since the first time we met. I’ve had to jack myself off so many times this week because every time I think about what we missed out on I get rock hard.”

  I am about to tell Drew that I too had a rough time this week controlling my need for him. Not being able to have him was bordering madness, but Tyler and Jordan enter the room before I can say anything. They are a cute couple with such a tight connection. It is admirable.

  We stand to greet them with handshakes and hugs, then the guys pull our chairs out to assist us sitting. I feel awkward, almost like the extra wheel at the table. They’ve all known each other for a while, and I’m the outsider.

  Jordan seems to know exactly how I must feel because she jumps in to chat with me, talking about our dresses and random stuff. The men fall into their comfortable conversations about football things. In the middle of our dual conversations, Drew’s warm hand rests on my knee, and I cover his with mine to show him
that I am in agreement with him, wanting to connect, seeking his comfort.

  After the waiter takes our orders and exits, there is a peaceful lull, and I break it by asking, “So, how did you two meet?”

  They turn in their chairs towards one another and lovingly look into each other’s eyes. Tyler takes Jordan’s hand, kisses the top, silently asking her to go ahead and tell the story. She recounts how she is a massage therapist, having her own in-home service with Coach Briggs’s wife as a client, and when Tyler got hurt, Mrs. Briggs asked her to help with his recovery. Then, Jordan looks to Tyler and turns red.

  Drew squeezes my leg, letting me know that he knows all too well what that pink shade of her skin means. I glance over at him as he meets my look with a sexy smirk and a wink.

  Tyler breaks in to finish the story, “Needless to say, her massages are mind blowing and orgasmic. Of course, I had to keep her.” He coughs a little as Jordan playfully swats him on the shoulder.

  That is the easy love that I long for in a relationship. It’s not demanding, controlling or a struggle to even talk to the other person. Finding that exact couple mix is a challenge, or really, I think it is the willingness to put myself out there again so I can find it.

  Dinner is fun with great company, making the time pass by so fast. I can’t believe it is already over, and we are back in the car heading home. Tyler and Jordan are wonderful people to hang out with; I’d love to do this again with them.

  14

  Drew

  The drive home is painfully slow. We catch every fucking stop light there is. I need to get Avery back in my bed tonight. That dress’s zipper has teased me the entire evening. The urge to unzip it, see what is underneath, has had me semi-hard. When I helped her in the car, her ass bumped up against my dick. It’s now achingly hard trapped in my jeans with only one release acceptable, being seated deep inside her.