by Frances, Jo
Chase picked her up and carried her to her bed, his lips never leaving her own. Jamie clung to him as he lay next to her, her heart catching as he ran his hands all over her, his fingers lingering over all the right places. She breathed in his scent; soap and shampoo and shaving cream mixing in with the sweet smell of his own skin.
"I missed you so much," Chase said, his voice husky and tender. He tugged her tee shirt off, then did the same for his. At the first touch of their bare skin against each other, an inadvertent groan escaped her and Jamie marveled at how quickly she had gotten aroused. She knew from the dampness between her legs that her body was ready for his.
Each muscle in his arms, his chest, and his back was defined. Like a human anatomy lesson, she could outline his bicep, triceps, lats. Jamie straddled him, her lips tasting where her hands had been.
Chase reached up and unhooked her bra. Jamie sat up and took it off, exposing herself to him. With a low growl, Chase flipped her on her back and covered his body with hers. Breathing heavily, he took one of her breasts in his mouth, lightly setting his teeth on them. Jamie arched her back at the sensation. He moved his mouth down to her stomach, stopped from going any lower by her jeans. Impatiently, Chase stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off, his eyes never leaving her body. Next, he reached down and took off her jeans until Jamie lay in front of him in just her underwear. Chase stood over her, a warrior about to claim his prize. "You are...so god damn beautiful," he said with a mixture of wonder and lust. He touched his erection, large and swollen under his boxers. "I could come just looking at you."
He slid into the bed, their limbs drawing inevitably towards each other like magnets. Chase eased himself on top of her, his knees nudging her legs open. After a moment, he slid his hands down to feel the heat between her legs. Through the fog of desire, Jamie barely heard the voice inside her telling her to stop. She ached to lose herself in him, but feeling the painful pressure of his large cock in between her legs, she instinctively pushed him away.
"Stop."
With a groan, Chase rolled off her. "No…" He raised himself up on his elbow. "I wasn't going to do anything without getting you ready," he reassured her. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"No, I just can't go this far yet." Jamie said, embarrassed.
"Yet?" He frowned for a moment as he considered the various meanings of the word. "I don't want to rush you, baby. It's probably too soon for you, but I just feel like we're already together, you know?"
Jamie thought her heart would burst with happiness. "I know. Me too. But it would be my first time, so…"
Chase looked at her for a second, confused. Finally, something clicked. "You're a virgin?" he asked incredulously.
"Well." She paused, wondering if she should tell the truth. "Yes."
Chase laughed and scooped her up against his chest. "Really?"
"No, I'm just saying that because I'm hoping to scare you away."
"Does that work with the other guys?"
"Oh they give it their best for two weeks. But yeah, it works. Every time."
Chase kissed her on the forehead and chivalrously covered her with the blanket on her bed. "But...how can you look the way you do, and still be a virgin? You must have had a hundred boys after you in high school."
"First of all, I went to an all girl's school, and second of all you make it sound like it was their choice and not mine."
He lay back on the bed and threw an arm across his forehead. "The girl I've been fantasizing about for months...is lying next to me, practically naked, and...she's a virgin. That's fucking perfect."
Unable to interpret his tone, Jamie sat up, hurt that he seemed to be laughing at her.. "You make it sound like I'm a tease when you're the one who came to see me." She reached towards the floor to grab her shirt. "Maybe you should go now."
"What?! Why?" Chase put his hand over her wrist. "I'm not making fun of you, Jamie," he said gently. "I'm laughing at myself right now because I am..." he pulled her back down next to him, "...so into you." Jamie resisted him at first, but when she saw the vulnerable expression on his face, she gave in and lay next to him again. They faced each other, noses nearly touching.
Jamie traced her finger over his eyes, his nose, his strong jaw. Chase closed his eyes drowsily. "Mmm. This is nice."
"Were you going to come here and make love to me?" she asked softly.
Chase took her hand and kissed her palm. "No."
"No?!"
He smiled at the catch in her voice. "No. I was going to come here and fuck the shit out of you, take you out for something to eat, then we would come back to this bed, and then, I would make love to you."
She smiled back. "That sounds like a full day. It's a good thing my roommate went home for the weekend."
He kissed her on the nose. "It's a good thing neither of us has practice today. It would be tough to have your first time be in a gym."
Jamie gasped and pretended to get up in anger. Chase grabbed her and pinned her down against the mattress. Almost reflexively, Jamie put her arms around him.
"Much better." he mumbled into her ear.
"Show me," she ordered.
Chase raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes full of mischief. "Show you what?" His eyes flicked down to his crotch. "Why don't you just look at it yourself?"
"No," Jamie said, suddenly serious. "Why don't you show me how you were going to make love to me?"
Chase exhaled deeply, as if he had been holding his breath. "I don't know if I can control myself if we do that."
"I trust you."
"Jamie, I don’t think you understand how hard it is for a guy to stop."
"We'll stop. But I want to…you know."
After a few seconds internally debating whether he could, in fact, stop, Chase closed his eyes and began touching her. "I would lie next to you like this, just like I am now. We'd be kissing," he gave her a deep kiss. "Then, I'd touch you," his finger lifted the elastic on her underwear and his hand moved to her mound. "...to see if you were ready." His middle finger dipped into her wetness, then slid it all over her until it rested on her sweet spot. He repeated this motion until her sex was moist everywhere and Jamie was panting against his chest. "Then I would taste you." Chase ran his tongue around her lips while lightly rubbing her. "I'd stick my tongue here," he put a little more pressure below at the same time he flicked his tongue inside her mouth.
"And I would be so ready for you..." Jamie continued for him as she reached down and began to stroke him. She buried her face in his neck as she felt the first sensations of pleasure wash over her. He took two fingers, and spread her folds open. "I'd open you up, because I wouldn't want to hurt you." Both of them were breathing heavily now. "And I would slowly push myself into you." He took his middle finger and slowly entered her, his finger moving in circles outside her. At the sound of her moaning, Chase used another finger to penetrate her. He felt her tighten, then lose control in gasping spasms. Chase drew his hands under her, and lifted her to him as he rolled on top of her. "I'd tell you to wrap your legs around me, and then I'd start moving inside of you." Jamie was coming down, but still lost in her own pleasure when she entwined her legs around him. All words were lost as they fell into a rhythm, Chase grinding her, his hands around her hips, forcing her to meet his thrusts until Jamie climaxed, clinging fiercely to him and calling his name.
He held her while she came down from her bliss. With a cocky grin, he asked, "how was it?"
In response, Jamie moved her hand to his cock, which was even more swollen now. Her hand closed around him, then slowly began to move up and down in a slow but firm rhythm. She watched him as he closed his eyes and gave over to the feeling. "Mmm. You're good at this."
"How do you think I stayed a virgin?"
Even in his aroused state, Chase could see the humor in this. "Stop!" he said with a groan. Don't make me laugh..."
Jamie's hand moved faster, even while she alternated the pressure on her grip, until Chase was groa
ning in pleasure again.
He had been at the edge of orgasm for his long, that it didn't take long before he caught his breath, mumbled, "oh..god..." and climaxed with a powerful release.
"Wow." Chase lay on his back, impressed. Jamie nestled against him, her long hair draping her shoulder. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her body admiringly. Chase was not one of those guys who had a particularly type; he wasn't a boob guy, or an ass guy. But Jamie's body would have satisfied him no matter what kind of guy he was. Long legs were great, but on someone as tall as her, they were amazing. Her breasts were small but full; her waist and stomach taut from all her training, her sex was bare except for a little landing strip. And her ass...
"What are you looking at?" Jamie mumbled into his chest.
"I'm checking you out." Chase said truthfully. "It's nice to finally be able to do it up close."
"Take a nap," she ordered. "You must be tired from all the travelling." Chase had to admit she was right. He had been running on adrenaline. But now, lying in bed with Jamie, totally spent from his climax, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He pulled her tighter, his last sensation before drifting off to sleep was of her leg around his.
Chapter 3
After a long, lazy day together, Chase reluctantly returned to his room before dinner. Fifteen minutes later, Jenna returned and the girls walked to the cafeteria together. Jamie was glad to have Jenna to talk to. Obviously, this was not something she could discuss with her brother, and she was beginning to worry about what was going to happen next. She told Jenna everything that happened; in fact, more than what she wanted to tell her. Jenna demanded all the details and questioned her like an experienced interrogator.
"Is he big?"
"Yes."
"Was it like being with a regular guy? I mean, he is six foot nine."
"Jenna, it's not like he's some kind of freak!"
"Did you come with him?"
"Yes."
"Did he come with you?"
"Yes."
"Oral?"
"Jenna!"
"Just answer."
"No! OK, that's enough, you perv." Jamie said. She picked at her salad. "So, what do I do now? I mean, was that it?"
Jenna shook her head. "I don't think so. But you have to take it really, really slow."
"And how can I do that?"
"By going about your own life. For god's sake, you're a D1 athlete too! And you have to worry about your grades. Then you have your friendships with me, Rachel and Zoe; your brother--"
"So I should keep busy."
Jenna nodded vigorously. She paused for a minute, then: "You know when I was, like, ten years old, we had this big old house in Maryland. Then my dad ran off with some woman he met online, and poof, the house and our lives were gone.
So my mom and I moved to a little apartment in Baltimore. My mom got lucky and found a job with this tech company that was doing really well. She was there at the beginning, so they kept promoting her because she knew everything about the company. Three years in, my mom met this guy, and she was finally happy again. He talked her into investing all our savings into buying this house with him.
I think my mom and I were both determined to kind of show my dad, even though we hadn't heard from him in years, that we could get the same life without him. So we did it. Then, it turns out, this guy didn't really have the money to pay his share of the mortgage...but he kept tinkering around the house, telling my mom she would make a nice profit when they flipped the house with all his so-called upgrades. But then the company my mom worked for went bankrupt, her boyfriend split, the house went into foreclosure and my mom and I went back to an even smaller apartment. Except this time with no job and no savings."
Jenna looked at Jamie, a determined set to her jaw. "So I guess what I'm saying is, in the end, you shouldn't plan on anyone making your life better. You just have to continue with your plans, and the things you wanted to do."
"I'm sorry that happened, Jenna," Jamie began to say.
Jenna waved her off. "Don't be, but you just have to remember that you can commit to someone sexually, financially, emotionally--but that doesn't mean they'll do the same for you. No matter what they say."
Jamie smiled at her friend. "You know, I'm just gullible enough to descend into being That Girl, if you hadn't had this intervention."
"Believe me, I see it more clearly than you did." Jenna took a bite of her pasta. Would you be writing Mrs. Chase Reston in your binders?" Jenna asked.
"Sadly, yes."
"Don't be That Girl."
"I won't." As they grabbed their backpacks, Jamie said, "Come on, I'm going to buy us a large mocha so we can stay up studying." Then in a cheesy, overly dramatic tone she added, "I need to get good grades so I can take care of myself."
The fears Jamie had about being hurt by Chase were soon erased. He proved to be as loyal and devoted to her as she to him. Even her brother, so suspicious of Chase's motives when he first found out about their relationship, grudgingly had to admit that Chase treated her well. Because he was encouraged to be so aggressive and dominant on the court, it seemed to Jamie that the gentle and loving side only she could see must have been a good release for him.
As the weeks went on, their physical relationship also blossomed. They explored each other; learned exactly how to give each other pleasure with their hands and their mouths so expertly that Chase teased Jamie about being the most experienced virgin in America. They both wanted her first time to be perfect, and a dorm room, fifteen minutes before curfew would not have been perfect.
Chase had reasons of his own. As much as Jamie drove him crazy with longing, he had had enough experience being someone's first to know that it would change things between them. They were in a perfect situation. For him, being in a stable relationship with no drama, and feeling loved had allowed him to focus on his game. Like most athletes, Chase was superstitious about his athletic abilities, and he knew it would be career suicide for him to change anything right now. So, he, too, was content to wait.
* * *
Jamie had been watching basketball for as long as she could remember. Although she hated it at the time, she realized that one of the reasons she and Luke were so close probably had to do with the hours they spent in the car together, while their mother drove Luke to and from practices, or to and from games.
When Luke got older, he could travel alone with his team or drive himself to practices, and by that time, Jamie had taken up volleyball competitively. Jamie knew she had a unique ability that few women had to know the game.
However, nothing prepared her for the rise of Chase from a well-regarded collegiate player to a superstar. His ascent began shortly after they got together, when his ability to dunk on opponents with force became fodder for You Tube highlight reels with tens of thousands of views.
Then, as the season went along, she noticed that more and more people began to attend the games. The games themselves grew from being covered only on local television to the national sports networks. At the same time, the Vipers began to win---their winning streak extending from eight, to nine, to ten. They rose to become ranked number one in their division. And always, it was Chase shown on the sportscasts, leaping to improbable heights to rebound a ball, or to stuff a ball into the basket with brute force.
By February, Chase was being mentioned as a possible NBA draft prospect. By April, after he had taken the team to a second round appearance in the NCAA playoffs, he was being talked about as a first round draft pick. His world changed very quickly after that. Agents and publicists appeared at his side anywhere he was off campus. Chase stopped going to class, which was just as well because he started flying all over the country meeting with owners of NBA teams.
At the same time, Luke, too began preparing for life after graduation. He began interviewing for jobs and shocked his parents when they discovered he was applying for jobs in California. Keeping in mind Jenna's advice, Jamie threw herself wholeheartedly in
to her studies and her sport, but she often felt like a robot, simply going through the motions. She missed Chase, and her own brother was becoming less a college student and more a bad imitation of some hyper stressed businessman.
Jamie was trying not to think of all this as she drove to the airport on her way to pick Chase up. She was responsible for her own happiness, and to resent Chase or her brother because they were following their dreams wasn't fair. But it wasn't resentment she felt more than...envy. She knew she was still young, but there was something to be said about having a plan. Jamie didn't even know what she was going to major in.
In the meantime, however, she was happy that Chase was on his way home. He had been in L.A. after another "workout" with a team. She wanted to get there early enough to park and wait for him inside the airport. It would have been easier to wait in the car for him to come out, but she loved seeing him scanning the crowd for her, his face a mixture of relief and happiness when he found her there.
This time was no different, although she knew him well enough by now to know when he was excited about something. "OK, spill," she demanded as he got in the car.
"Kiss me first" he demanded back.
Their negotiations complete, Chase handed her a plane ticket. Jamie opened it and found a first class ticket to New York. "Oh my God! Chase! What is this?"
He put his arms around her. "I want you to go to New York with me when I attend the NBA draft."
Chapter 4
