by Frankie Love
“We both know you like it dirty, darling.”
This time I give a full belly laugh. “I’ll see you, tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “And Ava?”
“Yeah?”
“You won’t regret taking a chance on me.”
Andy
Twenty-four hours is too long to wait to see Ava, but we both have midterms to study for. And while I’m just getting to know the real Ava, I do know that school is her priority right now, just like mine is football.
Practice is killer, my muscles are more than sore by the time we’ve finished our drills. However, knowing that scouts will be watching my every move, suddenly gives me more drive than I’ve had in months. I don’t know where things will end with Ava-- but I sure know what path I want to take with her. I want to share my goddamn life with that girl, and that means being able to take care of her, support her.
“You killed it on the field today, son,” Coach McCleary says as we head to the locker room. “You are gonna have your pick when it comes to NFL teams.”
I nod. “That would be incredible.”
“And idea where you might want to play?”
I lift my eyebrows, knowing exactly where I want to go. Ava’s hometown. “I’m thinking D.C. might be nice.”
“Nice, the Redskins are a solid team this year. I can’t wait to see what happens, Andy.” Coach claps me on the back and I admit to feeling a surge of pride at his encouragement. For a long time, I guess I’ve been seeing football as an obligation, a duty -- not a sense of fulfillment.
The next evening in the kitchen I hear a bunch of guys talking about going to the haunted house tonight.
“Guess all the girls at Mi Alpha Alpha were assigned their own room at the mansion to decorate,” a sophomore says.
“I hope someone made a kinky sex dungeon,” Connor snorts. This guy is a fucking piece of work. “Maybe Ava will tie you up, Andy.”
I lift my eyebrows. “Not cool. I told you once not to mention her name. I’m not going to say it again, understood?”
“You’re serious about her?” he asks.
“Damn straight. She’s my girl.” Then I leave the kitchen and the house. I need to see my Halloween honey.
When I get to the mansion I’m glad to see there are cars lining the street. It is the perfect fall evening. A chill to the air, but clear skies. It’s awesome that these sorority sisters chose to give back like this. It makes me excited about what charity work I’ll be able to do if I sign with a team this winter.
“Hey there, Andy Stafford!” the blonde ticket taker asks when I get to the front of the line.
“Do I know you?” I ask, taking in the entrance of the haunted house. Carved pumpkins are lit, spooky music echoes around us, and ghosts hang from the big oak trees in the yard.
“Probably not, but everyone knows you.” She laughs. “I’m Jeanie by the way.”
“Well, Jeannie,” I say, adding my donation to the box on the table next to her. “I’m here to see Ava McIntyre. Any idea where she might be?”
Jeanie’s eyebrows raise. “Oh, I know where she is.” She giggles. “You’re gonna love what she planned. When you get upstairs, hang a right. The first room on the left.”
“Thanks,” I say, wondering what she means by that. But before I can think about it too much, the line behind me forces me to pick up the pace and enter the house.
It’s haunted and eerie and cackling laughter echoes from a surround system. College students fill every corridor I pass, but I don’t stop to say hello. I’m headed for the stairs--nowhere else.
I climb them quickly as thick fog surrounds my ankles. The pictures on the wall move--making me think I unknowingly took a portal into Harry Potter World at Universal Studios.
After taking a right at the top of the stairs, I quickly find myself in front of the first door on the left. There’s a card hanging from the door handle, and I take it off to read.
“Please wait, Housekeeping is in the room!”
Looking around, I see lots of couples sneaking into rooms, groping hands, and sultry laughter everywhere. Unsure, I knock.
“Uh, Ava?”
“No, it’s just housekeeping.” Then the door opens slightly, and I see Ava dressed in a French maid costume, duster in hand.
“Oh, hell, woman.”
She bites the corner of her red stained lips. “Did you need turn down service, Sir?”
I adjust my growing cock. “Looks like it.”
She nods as if taking her role seriously. She lifts the card from the doorknob and flips it around. The words on the backside reads, “Do Not Disturb.”
I follow her into a master bedroom. A canopied bed that looks like it was built in a different century is in the center of the room and glowing candlesticks cover every surface. Creepy piano music fills the room and I look up, seeing cobwebs stuck to the ceiling.
Ava turns toward me. “Do you like it? The room?”
I run a hand over my jaw. “Ava, the room is great, but you? Fuck, you look insane.”
“I do?” She looks down at herself in her tiny little costume. A black skirt that barely covers her ass and pussy. A little apron tied around her waist. Fishnet thigh highs and black stilettos. A black corset pushes her tits nice and high and she has her long dark hair in a bun on the top of her head.
I reach for her, pulling her body against my own. I take the feather duster from her hand, smack her round ass with it.
“You're filthy-dirty, Andy. Let me clean you up.”
I cup her jaw with my hand. “I’m the dirty one? Girl, you’re the one who came up with a kinky Halloween costume, not me.”
“You were my inspiration though,” she says, unbuckling my jeans. My raging cock is free and she strokes me “I hoped you’d like the gesture.”
“I love it.” I squeeze her ass as her fingers fondle my tight balls. God, I want this woman. Her eyes widen as I pull down her corset, taking her tit in my mouth, sucking her hard nipple like it is mine. Tonight, it is. My cock grows with need as my other hand moves against her warm cunt, so ripe and ready.
“In fact,” I tell her, my fingers dipping inside her sweet cream. “I’m falling in love with you.”
“You are?”
“I know it’s fast, but this is real.”
“It’s not about the sex?” she asks, panting for breath as I finger fuck her.
“No,” I say. “It’s about you and me.”
“For the record,” she whimpers, my hand coated in her come. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
She kisses me softly and my fingers run up and down her slit, as I lift her up to sit her on a dresser, careful to avoid the lit candles. She’s gasping for breath now as I flick her needy clit, her knees spread and her pussy mine. I lower myself to my knees, needing to lick her up, taste her release. My tongue laps up her sweetness, sucking hard on her pussy like she needs. Her fingers thread through my hair as I move my tongue up and down her heat.
She’s so close, her breath ragged, she holds on to me as if for dear life as I finger bang her into oblivion. Her sweet cunt pulses with life and when her pussy tightens against my mouth I know my girl is ready. She comes, hard against me, moaning and fighting for control. I tongue her as she screams my name.
When she finishes, her legs shake, and I stand, wrapping my arms around my sweet thing. “I can’t believe you didn’t wear panties, Ava. Who saw you in this little ensemble?”
She laughs, still catching her breath. “No one, I swear. I put it on after I got here. But I like the idea of you not wanting anyone to see me like this.”
“I don’t. I want you for my eyes only. No way could I handle other men on campus seeing you like this, so fucking hot. They’d be imagining themselves with their cocks buried in your cunt. I couldn’t stand it, Ava.”
“Well, since I didn’t wear my panties, I guess I might be the dirtier one out of the two of us.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I
say, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. “But maybe you’re right. After all, I did clean your room the other day.”
She covers her face as I lean over her, my thick cock, grinding against her willing body. “You saw my... toy, didn’t you?”
“I did, and it made me so fucking hard, thinking of you with your legs spread, coming against that hot pink vibrator.”
“I was thinking of you, Andy, as I came.”
“Fuck, I want you so damn badly.”
“Good,” she says as I bring my cock to her warm, slick pussy. “Because that’s what I want too.”
Ava
Three years later …
I’m so nervous I can hardly breathe. Every cell in my body is awake. My voice is raw since I haven’t stopped cheering for hours. Andy’s mom and siblings stand with me, all of us on edge. My mother’s by my side, cheering the team on. We’re all here, together. A family, rooting for our champion, Andy.
The Super Bowl is the dream and here we are, living it.
The clock is almost out. We need one last touchdown to win the game.
“Go, go, go!” I scream along with thousands of other fans in the stadium. There are millions of people at home rooting on Andy Stafford, the love of my life, my husband, and the soon-to-be father of my child, as he runs, attempting to pass the football to the halfback.
But the halfback is intercepted and Andy is forced run the ball into the end zone.
“YES!!!” The stadium is on their feet as Andy makes the winning touchdown.
The team rushes my husband, lifting him to their shoulders. Confetti swirls everywhere, the celebratory music blasts around us as champagne corks fly. Happy tears streak down my face as I watch from the stands where the families of the players sit.
“He did it!” Andy’s mother cries, and I wrap my arm around her, both of us overwhelmed with pride for the man we love so dearly.
Andy’s eyes search for mine in the crowd. He sees me, and I see him and it’s like falling in love all over again. I’ve never been prouder than I am at this moment. I press my hand to my belly, amazed at this beautiful life I’ve been given.
It’s incredible and all I want is to wrap him in my arms. It takes a while, but eventually, we are able to get to the field and Andy runs toward me, kissing me, his hands in my hair and cameras are flashing everywhere. It’s the moment of a lifetime, and here we are, living it.
“I love you, Andy,” I tell him.
“I love you more,” he says, kissing me like it’s the first time. Every day is like that with Andy. He makes me feel so special, so wanted. When we got married a year ago, we promised to have and to hold, to protect, to cherish, to honor. And Andy is a man of his word.
He runs his hand over my belly. The jersey I wear with Andy’s number is stretched tightly over my nine-month-pregnant bump and the baby kicks back at his daddy.
“He’s cheering for you too,” I say laughing through tears.
Suddenly though, I’m not laughing anymore.
“What is it?” Andy says, seeing the look in my eye.
“Andy,” I whisper in shock. “My water… it just broke!”
His eyes widen and he steps back, looking at my feet that are now sloshed wet.
“Oh, my God.” His handsome face breaks into a massive grin as he turns, getting the attention of everyone around us. There are hundreds of people on the field. It’s a madhouse, and we’re gonna need help to get to the hospital. “My wife is about to have our baby,” he shouts. “Her water broke!”
Reporters turn their attention toward me, and a team medic arrives, clearing the way. I am going to have a baby--today.
I’ll be more than a grad student, more than the wife of the sexiest NFL quarterback of all time. I’m going to be a mother. And soon.
I look around, wanting to memorize every last detail of this perfect moment. I can’t believe it’s happening now. My jeans are soaked with my water and I’d be embarrassed if this wasn’t the happiest, twice-blessed day of my life.
“I made such a mess,” I say laughing in shock as I’m helped into a wheelchair.
Andy leans down and kisses me. “You always were a dirty girl.”
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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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