I meant the question half as a joke, and half as truth. I was a little uneasy about the way he’d just described his ex-girlfriend as a possible psychotic.
He looked at me seriously. “She may be.”
I was silent for a moment, just nodding as I took a large sip of my wine.
Jacob leaned forward. “I understand if that makes you nervous. If you no longer want to pursue this in any capacity—I realize this is our first date and all---then you shouldn’t feel at all reserved about saying so. I will understand. It’s a heavy piece of baggage to deal with.”
I looked him in the eye and smiled. “It doesn’t bother me a bit.”
And it didn’t. Not after those first few seconds. I wasn’t letting the possibility of being fired from doing something I loved deter me from pursuing this. I wasn’t about to let some stupid psycho with detachment issues scare me off either.
Jacob smiled warmly. “Good. I’m very glad to hear that.”
Our salad came right then. It was served in a huge bowl with a heap of dressing on top of it. The waiter added some salt and pepper and then mixed it together beautifully before serving each of us a heaping amount on our plates.
“Your entrée will be out shortly,” he said with a smile.
The salad was to die for. I wasn’t sure what their house dressing was, but it was superb. They even added little bits of pecan into the salad to give it just the right amount of kick. It was delicious and very filling.
“So, what do you think your chances are that you will turn pro?” I asked Jacob. The moment I did, I wondered if I should have. Was it an appropriate thing to ask? I knew he had to be stressed out about it. Judging by the chatter I kept overhearing around the locker room, several of the players were.
“I’m hoping pretty good,” he said. “But I don’t want to get my hopes up. There are a lot of talented guys on this team. Many of them are my dear friends. It’s possible we will end up on different teams playing against each other one day in the pros, if we all make it that is. I’m just going out there doing my best each week hoping I get that extra push in front of the right set of eyeballs.”
“Well, judging by today’s performance, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“Thanks. And thanks for giving me the go ahead to play. Did you really think I was ready?”
I paused. “I gave it my best educated guess. We can never really know without doing extensive tests, but based on how well you seemed to be healing and the time that’s passed since the injury, I was confident in giving you the greenlight to the coach.”
“Great. I appreciated it.”
“How did you feel? Did you think you might not be ready?”
Jacob shrugged. “I wasn’t sure. I was a bit nervous, but the tension and excitement really trumped all of that. And knowing you were there made a huge difference.”
“Really? Why?”
Jacob reached over and touched my hand, holding it in his. “It was comforting, having your support, knowing you were there cheering me on. That meant a lot.”
“How did you know I was just cheering you on?”
“I had a feeling. I know that since I first met you, there has been this sweet spark between us. I can’t explain it or how it happened, but I know I wasn’t imagining it. I’ve felt it growing. Do you know what I mean?”
She nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“Good,” Jacob said. “I know this is hard. There is a lot riding on what we are doing. It’s a lot of pressure to go through with this. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my head unless we at least tried, just tried to see if there was anything more to this. And I’m glad we did.”
I felt a tear coming to my eye and I blinked it away. His words rang so close to home that I felt like I was falling to the ground, my head dizzy with emotion, most of which I’d been holding back so hard, but my body remained in the chair looking towards him.
“Me too,” I said. His hand was still holding mine, caressing it now. My gaze met his and I knew that this was most definitely the start of something very special. That confirmation between us occurred right there and then. We had made a choice to move on and see what there might be and I could already tell that a fire of passion was burning between the two of us.
Our pizza arrived just then and the waiter carried our salad plates away. Then we watched as he sprinkled some extra seasonings and crust flavorings over the pizza. Then he used the spatula to serve us both the first slices sitting mine gently on the plate in front of me. It smelled delicious. It was gooey, cheesy, and full of sauce. It was the most immaculate thing and the moment I put it in my mouth it blew me away.
“Wow…just wow…” I said.
Jacob laughed. “Yeah, that was my first reaction the first time I ate here as well.”
“So, what team do you want to play for professionally? I realize you don’t get a pick. You just go with one of the teams that ask you to play for them, but in your mind surely you have an idea of who you might want to play for.”
Jacob nodded. “Absolutely. I’ve been a diehard Cowboys fan all my life. But if I don’t get that lucky, I would love to play for Miami, or even Los Angeles. I’d love to move to a warmer climate, that’s for sure.”
“Right. I’ve always dreamt of doing that. As much as I love New York, the weather is not fun. And I don’t think it’s going to be much better here.”
“Right. After November, it’s guaranteed to be unpleasantly cold,” Jacob said.
We continued to chit chat throughout dinner and learn about each other. It was so nice that we hit it off together in so many ways. I loved that we could talk to each other so easily without holding anything back or pretending to be the person we thought the other person wished we were. I wasn’t sure what the point of that was, but with anyone else I’d ever dated it had been that way, at least at first. And I was very glad now that it was not going to be that way with Jacob.
I was already thinking about the future with him. I loved this. I thoroughly enjoyed his company and I could tell he loved mine. It was supposed to be a first date, but we already joked and talked with each other in such a relaxed manner it was almost like we’d been a couple for a good long while now.
We left the restaurant and drove back to Bloomington. The conversation continued Just as warmly, as fun, and as easily as it had before. I was having a blast and I thought he was as well. This was even more perfect than I thought it could have been. I saw us being a couple and being together for a long time, as if we were actually meant to find each other here and now. Nothing would stop us or hold us back.
“Well, this was an amazing evening,” I said to Jacob as he walked me to the door. The evening was still warm, even though it was going on ten o’clock.
“It was. I’ve had an amazing time with you tonight, Maria,” He said. “It’s just a shame it has to end. I mean, today isn’t a school day, and I’ve done all my homework.”
I laughed at his teasing. I could tell what he was getting at. I wanted to let him in, but I knew what would happen if I did. Making love was inevitable. But was it too soon? Was I absolutely sure about it all? I realized I would never be absolutely sure until it happened, just as I wasn’t so certain about us going out together. But it had been wonderful. I wasn’t going to delay things any longer. It was time to face the facts of how strong this thing between us really was.
“Are you sure?” I played along. “I’d hate to get nasty. You know what happens when you don’t do your homework…”
He smiled. “You may have to take me in hand then.”
“Well, I was just about to have myself a beer. Would you like one?” I asked.
He thought a moment. “I’m not sure. It is kind of late. I already had a few glasses of wine… but… sure. You are very convincing. And I think you might be a bad influence on me.”
I shook my head as I placed my key in the lock and opened the door. He followed inside behind me.
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Jacob
“Thanks,” I said as Maria handed me the cold bottle of beer. I held it in my hand a moment, letting it warm up inside my palm. I didn’t even really want it that badly, but it felt like a good excuse that we didn’t need but made us both feel better at the time, so I’d offered it. And now I was in Maria’s house sitting on her sofa.
Her place was nice, and quaint. It was not too flashy, and not overly done in a feminine style like a lot of women’s places I’d been to in the past. They were often very flashy, full of light pinks, yellows, and blues, very full of natural light, and pretty much made you feel like you were in migraine land because the brightness overwhelmed your senses.
Maria’s place was much more subdued, more neutral. I liked that. And it seemed to suit her style and her personality. That was important. I hadn’t noticed at first, but looking back on when I’d first met Irene, her home and the way she decorated her belongings did not seem at all in congruence with her personality at all, but then again, her personality was all over the place and she was certifiably mental. I’d learned a lot about what to watch out for dating that woman. Glancing around Maria’s place, I didn’t right away notice any of those types of red flags.
“So, what is your other biggest passion?” Maria asked me.
I took a sip of my beer and glanced at her curiously. “My other biggest passion?”
“Besides football. If you didn’t do that, or one day you decided to do something else, what would it be?”
I had to think about it for a second. “Well, I guess I would like to be a proofreader.”
“A proofreader?”
“Yeah, I love to read, so getting paid to read would be a bit of a trip.”
“What kind of things do you enjoy reading?” Maria leaned in. She was very interested in this.
“Well, I’ve always been a huge fan of horror. Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Richard Laymon, and Clive Barker are my all-time favorites. That is just my thing. I probably read for at least an hour a day without fail. It’s the way I relax at night before I lay down to sleep. Somehow, it clears my head.”
“Really?” She asked. “That’s interesting. My biggest passion besides medicine, is writing.”
“You write? Horror?”
“No, not horror. I write articles for online medical ezines and websites, freelancing. And I’m doing some research hoping to get some papers published in some respected medical journals one day. But I’ve also toyed around with writing a series of medical thrillers, like Michael Palmer stuff.”
“Wow, that’s awesome,” I said. “I’d love to read your stuff sometime.”
“Do you do any writing?” She asked.
I was silent for a moment. “You know, I used to in junior high, but I really got away from it when I started hitting the football hard time. Maybe one day that’s another thing I might look into.”
I hadn’t noticed that she had moved a lot closer to me on the sofa. We were now right beside each other. I could smell her sweet perfume wafting over to me, invading my senses, and making my eyes almost water with sweet release. I wanted to just grab her and make sweet love to her so badly right then and there.
Her eyes locked with mine and I began to feel that juicy tingle in my stomach. The earliest signs in my body that something wonderful was about to happen. She was signaling to me, flashing the all systems go sign in her eyes towards me. Her body was leaning towards me, all of her sexy curves dancing back and forth in my eyes to complete the picture of perfect sexual innuendo in my mind.
I could no longer help myself. I sat my beer down on the table and leaned in to kiss her softly on the mouth. Her lips were soft, slightly moist, and so inviting. As I kissed her I could smell a little bit of her sweet breath invading my own mouth, initiating my mouth to open slightly and to move into the kiss with a bit more force.
The seduction was in full swing now. This was it. This was what I’d been waiting for, been dreaming of for so long, and now it was actually going to happen. My entire body was warming up, getting ready and primed for the phenomenal display of lust that was about to happen between the two of us.
I reached behind Maria and pulled her closer to me, her lips working hard against mine, her breathing revved up and glowing with excitement. My hand ran through her soft, hair. I loved the way her mane flowed down her back just below her shoulders, my hands taking that epic journey through all of that softness. It was loving and affectionate as well as sexual. It turned me on as it turned her on also. I could hear her moans louder now, her head writhing slightly beneath my palm. My fingers slid between the smooth strands of her hair, finishing up on her shoulders at the end of every single stroke.
Her chest pressed against mine now. Her large, fat breasts were perfectly shaped. I could make out the sweet cleavage in her slightly low hanging t-shirt as I glanced downwards. It was exquisite. I grabbed her breast with my other hand, caressing it over the shirt, feeling the bra beneath it. The bra felt smooth and soft, a little firm and adding some sexy girth to her already full chest.
She seemed to enjoy the way I was touching her chest, so I applied even more pressure. Oh, the way the round, flesh smoothly fit in my palm and gave rise to my other parts, teaching them to scoff at gravity was exhilarating.
I decided I wanted that chest to be unencumbered. I reached behind Maria and went under her shirt to undo the bra. It came loose easily and I pulled it from her body so it was now only hanging on her arms. I then swiftly removed her t-shirt by lifting it up over her head, and then pulling her bra off to let it drop to the floor. She was now topless and her chest was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The breasts were so large, so full, and hanging just perfectly showcasing her large nipples and the pristine separation between them. I was so hard now I couldn’t stand it. I thought I might just come in my pants at any moment.
I could not resist. I grabbed her left breast and put it in my mouth, swallowing the nipple and the areola plus some of the soft, supple flesh whole into my mouth. I was careful not to bite… much. The taste of her smooth, clean, sensuous skin in my mouth was fully illuminating as if I had just taken a dose of the most potent drug imaginable and now my head was spinning beyond control. With my hand I occupied holding the other breast, squeezing it in slow, grasping, palming clutches.
“Oh, fuck…” Maria moaned. “Suck me…”
I sucked her breast harder, rolling my tongue around her softness, savoring my energies on the nipple and letting it glide between my teeth. She tasted wonderful. The fullness behind the object I was suckling was mind blowing, and then when I stared up into her beautiful face full of so much bliss, I couldn’t help but feel almost special. She’d chosen to be with me. This was the most incredible sexual experience of my life. It reminded me of that vivid dream I’d had, except now it was actually happening and it was so much better than I ever could have comprehended.
I decided to escalate things farther right then. I had to taste her. The image and the idea of tasting her sweet juices, right from the source below, the source of her lust and womanhood was overwhelming to me. I took her breast out of my mouth and quickly undid her pants, sliding them off to the floor and then pulling her underwear down after.
There she was now on the couch. Her immaculate body spread out before me. Her legs were spread widely now, so that I could see her wetness smiling up at me, beckoning me to take control of it and pull as much passion out of her as I possibly could.
Without a moment’s hesitation I knelt down and buried my face between her thighs, putting my tongue deeply inside of her wet folds. The taste, the moment my tongue touched her wet, slippery inner flesh was the sweetest thing I’d ever had in my mouth. I steadied my tongue and speared it up inside of her instantly licking her from side to side. She let out a loud squeal followed by a gasp as her body lunged upwards, arching her back. At last a chuckle of relief came forward from her throat, gliding out of her abdomen.
Her core was gushing i
nto my mouth now, a beautiful river of pleasure flowing into my waiting orifice and happily drowning me in the most exotic of rushes. I kept at my post and continued my duty. Maria was now humping my face, burying herself in my mouth as if trying to suffocate me. I gladly accepted every second of it.
I was so hard. I could hardly keep from just undoing my pants and whipping it out to start to masturbate to all of this.
“Lick me! Go! Shit!” Maria writhed in pleasure as I licked her quickly and totally going inside deeply and then lapping up the outside. Her pleasure was rising in intensity. She was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. I wanted her to come, but I wanted to feel her come, not just taste her.
I stood up right then, rising to my full height. Maria seemed confused for a moment. I could feel her secretions drying on my face, some of them dripping into my mouth still and reminding me of what I was currently missing by not actively eating her wet peach.
“Let’s go to bed,” I said.
Maria got up and led me to the bedroom. As we walked down the hallway, I removed my clothes just leaving them scattered about. By the time we made it to the bedroom, I was totally nude with a raging boner pointing straight out from my body. Maria’s eyes when she saw my hard, thick gorge, went wide and then she smiled at me with a sweet look of total lust. Yeah, she liked what she saw.
As soon as she sat down on the bed, I started to kneel down to continue eating her when she stopped me with her hand.
Before I could ask what was wrong, she had her hand gripped tightly around me and was pulling me close to her face by my hardened stalk. And without a word, she wrapped her lips around me and then swallowed me entirely all the way to the base. I almost passed out from the amazing pleasure and the unexpected nature of such a move.
“Shit…” A moan escaped my lips and my knees grew weak, causing me to almost lose my balance. I balanced my hand on the top of her head and used it to guide her onto me. She was keeping a good pace going, stretching her lips around my massive shaft and swallowing me whole, inching me to the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down on me. The sensation of my hardness slipping between her perfect lips and into her hot, wet mouth was almost too much to bear.
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