We all just nodded for the rest of the ride home, respectively thinking about just how great blow jobs were.
It was almost dark out when we pulled up at the house, and I could hear the low thump of music coming from inside.
"Who is having a party in our house? That we all live in and had no idea about?" Parker looked quizzically at us.
The three of us hunkered up the stairs, all sore and tired from the brutal practice we'd just endured. Making the College World Series meant Coach was lighting a fire under our asses. We weren't going home losers this year.
When we got inside, the blaring hip-hop music was only coming from one corner of the house. Kelsey's corner.
I waved the guys off, signaling that I would take care of the problem. As I got closer, I could make out the lyrics, "Drunk in loveee. We be all night! Loveee. Loveee. We be all night!"
Chuckling to myself on her choice of song, I knocked on the door. Waited a few seconds, nothing. This time I banged my entire fist in an effort to rattle the door on its hinges. Still nothing.
"Roo..." I opened her door, letting myself in, and stopped dead at the sight in front of me.
Kelsey was in the middle of the room, her hair piled on the top of her head like some fiery tornado, a glass filled to the brim with red wine in her hand. And she was dancing like a mad woman.
She donned a white tank top that exposed the sides of her breasts, and a pair of entirely-too-large grey sweatpants that pooled over her feet, making her look like a dwarf. She was utterly adorable and fucking mouth-wateringly sexy.
At the creek of the door she turned, her naturally red lips splitting in a megawatt smile.
“Hi!”
I could tell from her dancing and the slight blush of her cheeks that she was tipsy. It made her even cuter.
“Hi yourself. What’re you doing there?” I couldn’t help her infectious smile from spreading across my face too.
She shook her hips wildly as the song changed to something faster. Pitbull maybe. But I was never good with music. “I had a long, hard day. Kickass, but fucking hard! So I’m dancing.”
Kelsey makes this more evident by raising the wine glass to her lips, taking a huge swig, and then raising it above her head and twirling in circles.
I drop my baseball bag on her floor and toe my sneakers off. Then I join her in the middle of her floor, and begin to move.
She gives a happy shout and moves closer to me, joining her free hand with mine and swinging us both.
“I had my fingers up a zebra’s ass today. Well technically, it was a whole fist!”
She announces this like it's the most normal thing in the world while I pull quickly out of her grasp. Kelsey begins to giggle at my astonishment.
“Oh my god! Don’t worry I had gloves on. But I did have to juggle her placenta in there…”
“Kels, stop. I am going to throw up.”
She did that sexy little giggle again and raised the glass to her lips. As she swallowed, she raised it to mine. I let her pour some into my mouth, watching her cinnamon eyes over the brim. I knew the instant desire sparked in them, and I could feel myself harden in the meshy basketball shorts.
Reaching up, I held the delicate stem in my fingers and pried it out of her hand. Setting it down on the desk, I began to stalk toward her like she was the meal and I was ravenous.
Kelsey’s eyes went saucer wide, a pink tinge marking her alabaster chest and cheeks. I walked her back without even touching her until her back hit the wall.
Time to show her she wasn’t dealing with a fumbling virgin anymore. It was my time to act on all of the things I’d thought about doing to her. With her. This is where watching all that porn was going to come in handy.
8
Kelsey
Clint’s body was so enormous compared to mine that I had to fully tilt my head back to look up at him. And I had to tilt up because I physically could not take my gaze off of his.
Those sexy aquamarines were now deeper than the darkest colored denim. He looked feral. And I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried.
The wine was making me heady, making each sensation feel even better so that my usually sensitive clit was now throbbing like there was a heartbeat emanating from it.
"Well, are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?" I taunted him. I wanted to see what Clint was like between the sheets when I ruffled his feathers.
Not even a nanosecond passed before he crushed his lips onto mine, the mix of red wine and pure male was a delicious taste in my mouth. He ran his tongue along the inside of my mouth, stroking and lapping at the already raging fire between my legs. His slipped his hands into the large arm holes of my muscle tank, pinching and rolling my nipples.
Clint brushed the hard buds with the blunt tips of his fingers, sending shivers down my spine until I felt wetness coat my panties. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a roughness I hadn’t experienced from his yet. At the same time, he pulled not so gently on my heated nipples until I felt the wire coiling tightly in my heat snap.
And with just him kissing me and kneading my hard buds, I was coming. I was so surprised I think I actually laughed as the orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me weak kneed and blissed out.
Clint leveled his eyes, full of amusement and ego, to mine. "Did I just make you come?"
The pride in his voice made me snort. "Don't brag about it or anything. So you're good with your hands. We knew this already Mr. Catcher." I lifted my shirt up over my head before scampering over to the mattress on the floor. "But I want you to show me again how you use that thing in your pants."
I began to wiggle out of my sweatpants, a pair picked up from some ex-fling or another. Clint stood, immobile, as I got naked by myself. I let him watch for a minute.
"Are you going to stop drooling and come over here to do something about it?"
In a flash he was pulling off his clothes, whipping it so hard that his shirt nearly knocked over the neon lava lamp I had perched on my dresser. I watched in delight as he fisted himself in his hand when he was finally naked.
His dick was really one of the prettiest I'd ever seen. Just as long as it should be, but not overkill, and the perfect girth. It was unmarked, no circumcision scar like some guys had. He was already impossibly hard, and his tip was so red it was almost purple, and I couldn't fathom how it wasn't painful.
"Condoms?" Clint broke me from my cock admiring spell.
"Top drawer of the desk."
I admired his shapely buns as he turned and retrieved them. Clint has the nicest male ass I'd ever seen. I wanted to do dirty, dirty things to that ass. But...maybe that would come later. If he let me.
As his knees sank into the mattress, I reached for that gorgeous dick, but he swatted my hand away.
"Get on your hands and knees."
His demand, in that deep growl of a voice, sent a shiver of elicit thrill up my spine. I could get used to dominant Clint.
Doing as he had said, I flipped over and got on my hands and knees. I loved this position, and couldn't wait to show him all of the benefits it provided. I heard the plastic snap as he rolled the condom all the way on, and then I felt his warm, giant frame shield over my own.
"I've always wanted to try this." He leaned over me until we were his front was flush to my back. And then I could feel him, there, pushing so good through my wet folds.
"Mmm..." We both sighed at the same time as he sank into me.
Clint held there, and I could feel his heart beating a wild rhythm against my back. I arched just enough to pull him in deeper, and he groaned. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he began to pull out and push back in at a slow and tantric pace.
"Oh my god!" I felt a goosebumps explode on my skin when Clint leaned even further onto me and bit my earlobe, sending tingles scattering through my pores.
"So you like that..." Clint grumbled as he picked up speed. I could feel us both getting frantic now, working our bodies so that
they slapped against each other at the perfect time. "What else do you like?"
I could barely breath, much less tell him what I needed. He was giving it to me.
"Don't stop." Stars were beginning to implode in front of my eyes, and I groaned loudly when he sat up on his knees and grabbed my hips. His grip was not gentle, and I freakin' loved it.
"Come on, Kelsey." Clint snarled. And then I was. Hot and fast and epicly.
"Fuck!" It was a harsh shout that left Clint's lips before he stilled and I felt his whole body go lax.
Jesus. We'd damn near mauled each other. My body was spent after two orgasms, and yet I wasn't pushing Clint out of my door. Usually I was wishing the guy would disappear into thin air before the condom even came off. But oddly, it felt nice to still have his body wrapped around mine. What the hell was going on?
"We are getting good at this." I laughed as we flopped down next to each other.
"Shit. Who knew a thing called doggy-style could be so fucking sexy." Clint stared up at the ceiling, one hand on what I could only imagine was his rapidly beating heart, the other thrown over my thigh.
A loud pounding on the door startled both of us.
"If you two are done making a fucking porno in there, could you turn that goddamn shitty music down? Some of us are actually trying to relax." Parker yelled through the closed door.
It was then I noticed that my rap mix was still blaring through my speakers.
"I think that guy needs to get laid." Clint snorted.
I couldn't do anything but dissolve into a fit of giggles.
9
Clint
The next two weeks fly by in a blur.
Baseball. Practice. Scouting reports. Sex. Kelsey. Partying until we can’t take anymore.
Because after this week, we’re done. College is over. All of us are moving on, foregoing senior year. This championship is our last hurrah. We have the house until September, but after that? We are out in the real world. Adults. In essence…fucked.
I spend every moment I can with Kelsey. Fucking. Talking. Eating takeout. Watching hours upon hours of Netflix marathons.
And surprisingly, she hasn’t freaked yet. I haven’t brought up the fact that we are acting like boyfriend and girlfriend. That I come home almost every other night with her favorite wine and vegan pad thai. That more often than not, we cuddled and talked after we had fucking out of this world orgasms together. That when we went to parties or out to Sammy’s, we never left each other sides, eye fucking each other until we couldn’t take it anymore and had to get each other naked.
And fuck did we ever get each other naked in a lot of places. A bathroom at Travers’s house. In my car in the Sammy’s parking lot. In the woods against a tree at one of the summer frat parties. And finally, in the alleyway where everything had first started.
Kelsey had taught me the standing position. Cowboy. Reverse cowboy. Road head. And she kept talking about anal and something she called “butt stuff.” Which was meant for me. I didn’t think I was quite ready for that. But the rest of it? Shit. I had never felt so good in my life. And half of feeling so good was the fact that it was with her, the bossiest, craziest, sexiest most amazing girl I’d ever laid my eyes on.
But of course, we couldn’t keep going on this way. Eventually, something would get in the way. And that thing? It was the College World Series.
I was leaving tomorrow for Omaha, where I’d spend a week with my team battling to win the one thing we’d been striving for four years to win. All the sweat, all the tears and losses. The blood, the injuries. It all came down to this. And we were ready.
Of course I had asked Kelsey to come out with us. She didn’t have a real job, not that she wasn’t a workaholic at the preserve, but she could pick up whenever she wanted. She worked because she liked it, not because anyone was forcing her to or keeping her on a schedule. Even Minka was coming out, taking a precious week off from studying for her summer nursing courses.
But, in typical Kelsey fashion, she’d said, “Um…no. That’s girlfriend shit. I’m not a girlfriend. And also, ew Omaha? Boring!”
I tried not to let the hurt show in my eyes. We weren’t dating, she was right. No matter how hard I’d been trying or how much I wanted her to be mine and only mine. I wasn’t going to admit just how much that killed. I thought I’d been making headway with her, easing her into this thing that I thought deep down she wanted.
So why did I come home from downtown that day, where I’d picked up my brand new chest protector from the special store I’d ordered it from, with a purring orange and white furball?
Who the fuck knows? Because I’m a sucker. Because I’ve been in love with my best friend for two years and will hopelessly follow her off a cliff? Because I saw the kitten and imagined the look on her face when I presented it to her?
Yeah, all of the above. I was such a goner.
The tiny ball of fluff purrs loudly as I pull her little travel crate out of the passenger seat of my car. I’d seen the small crate in the window of the pet store with a sign, “$50 per kitten.” And I knew as soon as I neared the window and saw the little orange baby cat that I’d be bringing her home.
Kelsey went to see her animals every single day at the preserve. She would love to have one at home. And I should basically hand her my balls with this kitten.
As I walked into the house, my hands began to sweat. What if she thought this was some overly grand gesture? If she decided to end what we had because I was getting too clingy. Kelsey had been spooked by much less. I was still trying to figure out what happened with her parents that day she almost fled the country.
Parker, Owen and Minka littered the couch as I opened the door. Great. I really didn’t need to face them yet with the kitten. I hadn’t even come up with a full story to tell Kelsey, much less sell this off to everyone else.
“Um, what is that?” Minka’s high pitched squeal interrupted my tip toeing through the living room. Busted.
“What is what?” Really, Clint? She already saw it!
“That tiny baby in a cage that is just mewling to be let out!” Minka is off the couch in two second flat, babbling baby talk at the cage in my hand.
“Dude, you got a cat!?” Owen moves next to her, watching his girlfriend in awe. “Wait a minute? Is my girl a total softie for baby animals? Who would have known? The tough girl has a weakness. I should have thought of this years ago, thanks buddy!”
Minka shoots him a look that could literally freeze ice, and then goes back to cooing at the orange puff.
Parker looks over, a flicker of interest in his eyes for two seconds, and then he meets mine. Worry and judgement flash across his expression. He knows why I brought this home, and he’s not happy. As much as I love my friend, he will give it to you straight, no matter if you want to hear it or not. At this moment in time, I don’t. Even if she’s going to break my heart in time, I don’t want to hear it. Because right now, it all feels too good.
Kelsey walks in, her beautiful hair just sweeping over her shoulder. She looks like a ravishing sprite, or a fairy, sent into this world to cause just a little more mischief. “What is that?”
She points to the cage, where Minka’s face is literally plastered to the bars. I set it on the floor and open the latch, pulling out the baby cat that is almost fits the size of my palm.
“I saw this little girl in the window downtown and couldn’t say no.” Hey, it wasn’t completely untrue.
And then I get the look I’ve been waiting for since I made this purchase. Kelsey’s face lights up like one of those overly done Christmas displays. Her cheeks fill with a pinkish flush, those amber eyes flash and sparkle, and she’s clapping her hands and jumping up and down.
“Oh my god! She’s precious! What should we name her? Can she sleep with me? Oh my god!”
The kitten is out of my hands in two seconds, Kelsey grabbing her gently and going to sit with Minka on the floor between the couch and the TV to play with her.
“I like the name Lucy!” Minka puts in.
“Too common. And you’re only saying that because she has orange fur. Let me think…” Kelsey puts her fingers to her chin and bites her lip. I want to take her back to my room so bad. “I got it! Marnie!”
“Perfect.” I say this too quickly, and Parker and Owen turn to look at me with funny expressions on their faces.
After about half an hour of playing with the new kitten, Owen puts an end to it by telling Minka they need to get to bed. She doesn’t live here, but she might as well.
“We have an early flight in the morning. We should all be getting to bed. We have a trophy to bring home!” Parker is in a more chipper mood.
They all trek to their rooms, and when I hear both of their doors latch, I turn to Kelsey.
“Come to my room?”
She stares at Marine, enthralled by the little creature. “Can we bring her?”
I smile at her love for animals, the way she hasn’t taken her eyes off the cat since I brought it through the door. “Sure.”
* * *
We’ve done nothing but watch the kitten pounce around between us on my bed for half an hour. No kissing, no touching, just her and I watching the adorable kitten I brought home sleep.
“She’s adorable. Thank you for bringing her home! She’s just a kickass addition to our rowdy band of misfits.”
As if she could ever be called a misfit.
“Of course…” I didn’t know if I should let on that I got Marnie for her. But I needed to push my luck if I was ever going to get anywhere with her. “I saw her and instantly thought you would love her.”
Kelsey’s eyes float to mine, but she stays silent. I can’t get into that impenetrable brain.
I try a different tactic. “You sure you don’t want to come tomorrow?”
This time she grins. “Nah. I’ll only be a bore the whole week. You’ll do much better without my unathletic, know-nothing ass.”
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