Expelled

by Claire Adams

  “Of course it is. And I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have overreacted. I just got scared, that's all.”

  I hugged her then. “There is nothing to be scared about; I would never do anything to hurt you, ever.”

  “I know you wouldn't, Jet, and thank you for talking to me about it. I want us to always have open communication, as we can really ruin our relationship by not talking through our problems. Please don't shut me out again. If there is a problem, talk to me about it.”

  She grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in close for a kiss. Our mouths met, and once again, it felt like nothing had changed between us. She was very possibly going to be my rock.

  Chapter Eleven

  Natalie

  School was still out for the Christmas holidays, but there I was, still haunting the hallways of the campus trying to figure out what my grades were for that semester. I felt like I did really well, and I couldn't wait for report cards to arrive in January, but I needed to know now how well I did. The grades were posted in one of the wings for all students to go and check out, so that's where I found myself on New Year’s Eve. Jet tried to stop me from going, stating that I should just wait until January because no student in her right mind would care enough to go look at her grades.

  He was wrong, of course, because when I arrived there were three other people also looking at their grades. However, they did appear to be nerds, so maybe Jet had a point. I approached and looked at the sheets before me until I found my name. I was delighted when I saw I received an A on both of the art projects I worked on with Jet. Satisfied, I left there, knowing that I had to go and get ready for the New Year’s party we were going to. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry about picking out a new outfit―I had the dress that Jet had bought me for Christmas.

  When I got back to the apartment, Julie was there already pre-drinking, and already glammed up and ready to go.

  “Well, you don't waste any time.”

  “Hell no, girl. It's New Year’s; let's get this thing going.”

  I messaged Jet and told him I was getting ready so he could stop over in an hour if he wanted to. I then grabbed a beer out of the fridge and cracked it open. I took a sip as I headed back to my bedroom to begin getting ready. I undressed quickly and slipped into some black lace panties and a bra to go with it. I then slipped on the red silk dress that Jet had bought me for Christmas. It hung on me in the most luxurious manner, and I didn't think that I had ever had something so soft and beautiful against my skin. Julie walked into my bedroom just then, and gaped at me.

  “Oh my God, where did you get that dress?”

  “Jet, for Christmas.”

  “My God, it looks incredible on you, Natalie. Wow, the guy has good taste.”

  I laughed. “I'm pretty sure his sister picked it out, but yeah, it's very nice.”

  “Nice? It's fit for royalty.”

  I slipped my earrings in the holes in my ears, and twirled around the room.

  “Diamonds too, right? Wow, are you sure Jet doesn't have a single brother?”

  “Nope, just the one, and he seems pretty hitched to his girl.”

  “Dammit, isn't that always the way!”

  I giggled. I went into the bathroom and plugged in the curling iron. While it heated up, I applied foundation to my face, and finished it off with eyeliner and blush. I picked up the curling iron and proceeded to curl all my hair for the next 20 minutes. When there was a knock on the door, Julie left to go get it, and came back with Jet.

  He took one look at me, and started shaking his head. “Wow, you look stunning. I'm going to have to buy my sister a car now, for finding me a dress like that.”

  “Why, thank you. And you look pretty handsome yourself there.”

  “Thanks.”

  The party was your typical New Year’s shindig, full of way too much booze and college kids. It seemed like everyone on campus was right there in the house. Jet and I walked around and talked to lots of people from my classes, as well as Jet's teammates. We eventually found Julie, who had disappeared on us throughout the night, making out with Curtis in a corner. He was the guy she had vowed to have pity sex with, and it looked like she was making tonight her night. I knew it would end up being more, however. Julie wasn't capable of having a one-night stand; those two would be dating in no time.

  Jet and I danced the night away while we got ridiculously drunk and vaguely immature. He never once left my side, and I couldn't have been happier about it. The room suddenly silenced as the TV was turned on, and everyone watched the ball drop from a 60-inch TV screen. When the clock struck 12:00, the room of people went crazy. There was screaming, kissing, and people throwing party favors. Champagne was poured and passed out around the room.

  I turned to Jet and kissed him hard on the mouth. As the screaming went on around us, I slipped my tongue in his mouth, and we made out as the New Year began. When we released, Curtis and Julie arrived at our sides with champagne glasses. We all toasted the New Year and clinked glasses.

  “So what are your New Year’s resolutions, guys?” Julie asked.

  I thought about it for a moment. “Probably get into the gym more. I know it's everyone's, but it's true for me especially now, since I have such a buff boyfriend.”

  Jet laughed and answered, “I think I'm going to try to go to class more and maybe learn something.”

  Julie laughed. “Yeah right, Jet, who are you kidding?”

  He laughed. “Okay fine, so what's yours?”

  “Have more sex! A lot more.” Julie said this as she cackled. Her date looked pretty happy by her answer.

  I looked at Curtis and raised an eyebrow. “I think I would like to eventually win a match against Jet.”

  “Well, don't hold your breath on that one.” Jet laughed.

  “Okay, down boys, let’s just enjoy our night.” We all laughed when Julie said that, and we started to head back to the dance floor.

  My night suddenly became complete when Jet leaned into my ear on the dance floor and whispered, “I love you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jet

  We got back to my apartment, and both Natalie and I were half in the bag. She was practically glowing ever since I told her I loved her. You couldn't wipe the grin off her face, and it just made her that much more beautiful to me. She deserved every little good thing that I could give her, and the idea that saying those small words could make her so happy made me realize I should have said them weeks ago. In fact, I should have said it long before she did, because I did love her. I wasn't sure how long I had loved her, but it felt like it was from the moment I first laid eyes on her at the bar. And maybe it was; I had always felt like she had bewitched me in many ways, and maybe she had.

  She sat on the couch, clumsily tried to take off her high heels, and then she lay back down on the couch.

  “That was a fun party, wasn't it?”

  “Absolutely, baby. What was your favorite part?” I asked.

  She smiled. “When you told me you love me.”

  I sat down with her. “It really meant a lot to you, didn't it?”

  She nodded. “I love you, Jet, so obviously I want you to love me back.”

  “Well, I do.”

  I kissed her then, softly at first, almost caressing her lips with mine. She was so incredible, and the taste of her just drove me insane. Our kisses grew more passionate, and my tongue found its way into her mouth. We made out like that for some time as I felt myself grow hard. My erection pushed against my pants, so I took her hand and I placed it on the bulge of my pants. He eyes sprang open and she grinned at me. “You're not exactly subtle, are you?”

  “Nope, so what do you want to do about this?”

  She smiled. “Why should I do anything about it?”

  “Well, my love, you are the cause of it.”

  “Oh, am I, now?”

  “Yes, you can make me rock hard with very little effort, and I think you know that.”

  I just stare
d at her, I wanted her more than anything, and the sight of her was making me incredibly horny. She had such power over me in that way. She turned me on easily, and I didn't know what it was about her that was so different from other women. Her green eyes bore into mine, and I could swear that my erection got even harder. I wanted to ravish her right then, but I didn't know if I should make the first move, or let her do it. I needed her more than anything, but I wanted her to make the first move. I just wasn't sure if she would, if she even wanted to, because she was at times very shy. However, there was the problem of how I could only think of sliding inside her, and seeing what she felt like wrapped around me. I loved the feeling of being immersed inside her hot pussy; it made me feel incredible when I was that close to her.

  She got up then and made the decision for me. She bore her mouth onto mine, and the fire that lit between us was intense. It was like flames licked inside our bodies, and begged to be extinguished. They could only be extinguished when I entered her and made her cum. She gasped inside my mouth, and my loins burned for her. I had never felt so incredibly horny for a girl in all my life. My hands went into her hair, pulling her closer to me. I kissed her deeply, finding her tongue and sucking on it gently. She moaned, and the sounds she made caused me to go rock hard. Oh yes, I would have her tonight. She was ready to go, and seeing her like that was such a turn-on. I needed to hear her moan all night long. I stood up then and pulled her body to mine. I kissed down to her chin and trailed kisses down her neck, sucking on her as I went. Her hands found the bulge in my pants once again, rubbing me hard, causing a friction that drove me insane. The knowledge that she was eager for my cock drove me half-mad. I picked her up, carried her into my bedroom, and laid her on my bed. I pulled off her silk dress, and saw some pretty incredible undergarments. After unclasping her bra, I also did away with her panties as well. Her breasts dropped deliciously from the bra and I bent down to suck on her sweet nipples. She gave a guttural moan, and I sucked even harder. She pushed me away and kissed me hard on the mouth, refusing to let my lips go at any cost. I felt like I was going to cum at just the taste of her; I couldn't wait to get inside her.

  I dropped to the floor in front of her, spreading her legs as she leaned back. Her pussy was so pink it made me crazy. I could spend all day looking at Natalie's pussy. It was beautiful and sexy, and it brought me enormous amounts of pleasure. She was already wet, and I slid a finger inside her, feeling her drip down my finger. God, she was so hot I could barely stand it. She moaned my name, and it was just about the best sound I had ever heard. I leaned in and sucked her clit, forcing her to thrash beneath me. I loved tasting her, and I loved bringing her to new heights of pleasure. It was important to me that she cum as much as possible. I sucked her good while fucking her with my finger. She came all over my finger and I pulled it out.

  “Please, Jet, I want you inside me. Please do it now.”

  I never wanted a lady to beg, I would give her exactly what she wanted. I pulled her up and turned her over. She gasped in excitement as she bent over for me, her tight round bottom in my face. I bent down and kissed her bottom, moving in real close to her. I was rock hard and I couldn't wait to plunge inside her pink little pussy. Her tight bottom drove me insane and I drove my cock deep inside her, causing her to moan loudly. She was tight and wet, and I really had to control myself or I would lose myself completely inside her.

  “Jet, I need it.”

  Her ass looked glorious right before me as I plunged deeper inside and moved within her. She called out to me loudly, and I briefly wondered if there was anyone within earshot. I wondered if Kyle had left the New Year’s party yet, and where he ended up. If he had come home before, then he was getting an earful for sure. I couldn’t have cared less, however; let the whole city hear for all I cared. I was fucking an amazing woman, and I wouldn't stop for anything. She felt incredible wrapped all around me, and anyone would kill to be in the position that I was.

  She came against my cock and I continued to rock inside her until I spilled into her as well. I leaned down on top of her back, breathing heavily into her hair. My body hummed, completely satisfied.

  “Oh Natalie, that was incredible.”

  “You bet your ass it was,” she said, and giggled underneath me. I rolled off of her, and lay down on the bed. She lay beside me, and we were silent thinking about what had just happened between us. She rolled into my chest and nuzzled into it. I wrapped my hands around her and kissed her on the top of the head.

  “Yes, that was definitely amazing.” We fell asleep tangled up in each other’s arms.

  Epilogue

  Eight Years Later

  Natalie

  I'm dressing my children as I get them ready to head off to daycare. I always feel sad sending them away, because they bring such joy to my life. However, the days that I do bring them into my studio, I realize quickly enough why daycare was invented. It's just too impossible to try to create any of my art pieces with little ones in the room. I've learned through trial and error that I cannot work at home and also have my children at home too. You would think it would be an ideal situation, but I assure you, it is not. There is no peace and quiet; no stillness in which one can drink a cup of coffee in solitude. There is only chaos and mayhem as the children run around the room, seemingly looking for things to destroy.

  But my heart does sadden anytime I have to part with them. They are my joy.

  I have a museum exhibit of my work coming up, and it's going to be a big one. It's one of those moments in life when you know you have truly made it. I ended up choosing photography as my specialty, and even went to Paris to study for a while after I graduated from the university. I didn't stay long, however, before my handsome boyfriend came to find me. When he found me, he came bearing an engagement ring that looked like it would be too heavy to fit on my delicate fingers. I still accepted him, however, and ended up marrying the love of my life.

  My husband finally made it to the UFC, though it wasn't any real surprise to anyone, except maybe his father. But good old daddy eventually came around and accepted his son’s choice of career, and the rest, as they say, is history. It wasn't long after we were married before we started having babies. The idea of having mini Jets running around thrilled me to no end. Jet was a marvellous father through those years, which brings us to today, the moment where I wait for my husband to return from the gym and take his offspring to daycare so that I can work.

  The children bound away from me joyfully. They are happy kids, and I often wonder how they will turn out. They have two very different parents―one who is immersed in the arts, and the other who likes to beat people up. We are on separate ends of the spectrum, and yet we complement each other beautifully.

  Jet

  My body is sore as I leave the gym. These days I have an entire training team that follows me to the gym every day. They tell me what to eat, and how to train. It makes my life so much easier. I have been fighting for the UFC now for over five years, and I have never loved something so much in my life. Well, except Natalie and the kids; they certainly take the cake. I have a son who was our firstborn, and then a little girl, who stole my heart, and is holding it ransom until she gets everything she wants out of life.

  I finally got the career I always wanted, and the respect I earned from my dad. He never truly believed I would make it, but to his credit, once I did, he did everything in his power to right those wrongs. I forgave him instantly, of course, because there was no point in holding anger toward a guy who really never understood your dreams in the first place. Besides, my brother, Craig, happily took over the company in my absence, and has done wonders for it. He built it up far higher than my father did, and it my opinion, things worked out exactly as they should have.

  I was on my way home to tell my beautiful wife that today I decided to retire, to hang up my gloves professionally and permanently. There were aches in my body that were never there before, and I knew that my many years of fighting had finally
taken their toll on my body. I wanted out before there were any permanent injuries that would affect my life forever. I had made a fortune during my fighting career, so my family never wanted for anything. Natalie was now a famous photographer, so there was no reason I needed to continue working; we had more than enough money to keep us very comfortable for the rest of our lives. It was now time for me to stay home, take care of my kids, and watch them grow up. I hadn't always been able to be there due to the travelling involved in training and fighting for the UFC.

  I wasn't concerned about what Natalie would say. She had been supportive in every decision I made with my career, and she would accept this one in the same manner. Whatever made me happy was her motto, and I knew that hanging up my gloves would make me happy at that point. I wanted us all to travel more, and I wanted to take Natalie back to Paris, where I proposed to her. I had big plans for the family, and getting out of fighting was exactly what I needed right now. I was a top title fighter with the UFC, and I would have to give up my belt to someone else once I retired. It would be bittersweet, but it was an inevitable part of the game.

  I pulled into my driveway and got out of the car. I walked up to our home and slipped through the front door. I wasn't stealthy enough, however, because the children bounded down the hallway and launched themselves into my arms. I kissed their heads, and once again wondered how I had been so lucky to get everything I had ever wanted in life. I loved my family deeply, and I had everything right there at my fingertips.

  Natalie came down the hallway then, and I was still in awe every time I saw her, because I couldn't believe how she managed to be more beautiful eight years later than the day I met her. Her long red hair still flowed wavy down her back, and despite having two children, she had one of the hottest bodies I had ever touched.

  She came to me then, and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her kisses never stopped being passionate, and she still kissed me as if she would die if she didn't.