We kissed and then she asked me how I was. I didn’t even know how to tell her. I tried to find the courage to tell her.
“So my dad kicked me out last night,” I said.
“Wait what?! How could he do that to you? His own son?” she exclaimed.
“I don’t know. He just…has his own ideas about how I should live my life. You know, like he wants me to be part of high society. I just don’t want it. It just seems fake to me; you know?”
“Yeah, I get that. I’m really sorry that your dad did that,” she empathized
“Yeah, it sucks,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Aww, I wish I could help, but you know…” she started.
“Yeah, but you live with your dad. It would be weird,” I said.
“Yeah,”
I immediately felt better.
She looked at me intently and said, “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
“Yeah, I will,” I promised.
“So, ready for practice?” she inquired.
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“Aww, c’mon. You’re normally more excited about training,” she encouraged.
“I guess. Maybe when I get on the field, I’ll feel better.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
“How about I invite you over to dinner? I think my home-cooked meals should help your current situation,” she enticed
“Yeah, I think it can.”
She then leaned in and kissed me again.
“Have a good time at practice. I’ll let you know when I will have you over for dinner.”
I grinned at her and began to tease her.
“And what’s for dessert?”
Not one to spoil surprises, she smiled at me and said, “Have a good time at practice.”
17
April
I was busy preparing dinner when I checked the time.
“Oh no!” I exclaimed. “I still need to take a shower.”
The house smelled amazing. I had really put my best effort into making and preparing my best dishes.
My dad came downstairs and headed to the kitchen.
“Oh! What smells so good in here?” he asked, taking in a deep breath.
“Oh…Peach Cobbler,” I answered.
I beamed. It was my best one yet.
“And there’s honey roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy and string beans…”
“Wow, cooking up a storm then,” he chuckled
“Yeah…”
“Is it because you have a special guest coming over soon?” he laughed.
“Dad, stop. And yes, Nick is coming over soon.”
“Oh okay.”
He then attempted to try some of the food. I caught him in the nick of time. I slapped his hand with a spoon and glared at him.
“Wait for another thirty minutes, Dad,” I ordered.
“I can’t have one little bite,” he entreated.
“No, Dad,” I told him firmly.
“Not even one….”
“No!” I screeched.
“Well fine!” He pretended to pout as he walked away.
He smiled and decided to be patient. Dad has had my cooking before and knows I am an excellent cook. I just hope that Nick will feel the same way after trying my cooking.
I immediately took off the apron and headed upstairs to get ready. I checked my phone and realized that he was outside. I immediately ran down the stairs and opened the door.
He stood outside the door and smiled. He had flowers in his hand.
“Hey there,” he smiled.
I blushed at him. He looked amazing in his football jacket and with that look in his eyes.
“Hi, welcome to my house,” I grinned.
He laughed at me and said, “Thank you.”
I then invited him into the kitchen. He began to slowly take off his jacket and put it behind the chair.
“Wow, what smells so good?”
I beamed, “Dinner.”
“Wow! Can’t wait.”
I put plates and cutlery on the table. I also put the dishes of food on the table. Dad came to the table and we all sat down and dug in.
Nick’s face lit up as he took the first few bites.
“Hmmm, this is really good,” he said as he took a few more. He looked at me and asked me if I made it.
“Yes, I did.”
“Wow, this is really delicious.”
He then took a few more bites.
“So Nick, I hear you are the leading running back on the team. I used to play some football myself. You know, back in the day in college,” my dad spoke up.
“Really? What position did you play?” Nick wanted to know.
“Running back.” Dad responded.
“Wow, really?” Nick enthused.
I smiled shyly as I watched the two of them interact with one another. They seemed to have a lot in common. There were even things about Dad that I didn’t even know about that happened to come out. Like how he was teammates with the coach or how he had some of the best stats on the team in his days. Nick also listened intently to some of Dad's advice about the plays of the team and tactics to improve the team’s chances of scoring and winning. I was pleased to see that the two were getting along quite well. I saw the look on Nick’s face and he was pleasantly surprised that he actually had something in common with my father.
I watched the two talk like old friends. I first thought it was cute, but it was becoming disturbing.
“Guys, there’s dessert. It’s on the stove,” I offered.
They immediately stopped talking and made their way to the stove.
“Peach Cobbler?! I love Peach Cobbler!” Nick shouted
Dad looked like he wanted to fight Nick, but he restrained himself. Nick took a piece of Cobbler and then was silent.
“Hmm…So good,” he enthused
He was about to grab another piece until my father stopped him. I was surprised that my father, who wasn’t the strongest guy I knew, was able to stop him. He finally took a bite and was impressed.
“Wow, you can bake too?” Dad stated.
I blushed, “Yes, I can bake too.”
“Honey, I think this is your best one yet.”
Dad had to get another bite. Then Nick went for another. I was afraid that there wasn’t going to be any left for me. I decided to rush in and save a piece for myself. I tried it and realized it was the best Peach Cobbler that I had ever made. I should have made more. Nick and Dad finished the Cobbler and then Dad put the tray into the sink.
Dad then checked the time and began to rush.
“Wow, I’m going to be late for work. I better get going. Nick, it was nice spending time with you. And Hun, thank you for cooking dinner.”
“No problem.”
“It was nice to meet you too, sir.”
“Please call me Gary. Also thanks a lot for the job,” Dad said again
“Oh, don’t worry about it.”
“You two have fun,” he said.
Dad then closed the door behind him. Nick looked at me playfully as he helped me clean up.
“Well, your dad actually seems like a nice guy.”
“Yeah, he is. I didn’t even know he played sports in college.”
“Yeah, well neither did I.”
He then smirked at me.
“So that’s why you know so much about sports. Now I get it.”
“Yeah, sports is one of the few things that Dad and I can talk about.”
“Oh…okay.”
I could tell that he was still hurt by his father kicking him out. I walked up to him and comforted him.
I told him, “Look, I’m really sorry about what your dad did. I don’t think he was right to put you out like that.”
“Yeah…but that dinner really helped take my mind off of it. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Well, I’m just full of surprises.”
“Yeah, you are. Speaking of surprises….”
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br /> I knew he was thinking about the cheerleading outfit, but I wanted to see how far this thing would go before he admitted what was on his mind.
“Yes, what about surprises?” I asked.
“There was a certain surprise that I was promised. You know…with you in a particular outfit…” he hinted. “Oh, what outfit?”
“The cheerleading outfit.”
“Hmm…Let’s finish cleaning up the kitchen together and then we will see about the outfit.”
He immediately picked up the rest of dishes and cleared up the table. He put the dishes into the sink and I washed and dried them. I then wiped down the counters and made sure that the kitchen was spotless. When I was pleased by the results, he pulled me in and kissed me. He put me onto the counter and held my face.
“It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve kissed this face,” he murmured.
He then kissed me again. I was getting lost in the moment. He bit my bottom lip and his tongue tangled with mine. I wanted him to take me right there and then. He then lifted me off the counter.
“I really want to see that outfit,” he insisted.
“Then, let’s head upstairs.”
I began to walk when he lifted me off of my feet and carried me upstairs. I giggled as he tried to find my room. With some guidance from me, we were outside of my door. He then opened it and threw me onto the bed. He leaned over and began to kiss me.
“So nice of your dad to leave us all alone.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He stroked my hair.
“Oh, the things I am going to do with you.”
He then traced my lips, my neck and my shoulders with his mouth. I immediately began to shiver. He then touched my neck. Before I got carried away, I got up and looked at him playfully.
“What are you up to?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I demurred
“April, you are up to something. I know it,” he insisted.
“Maybe. Close your eyes,” I instructed silkily.
“Why? Is there some sort of surprise waiting for me?” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and advised him, “Just close your eyes and wait.”
“Fine.”
“But no peeking!”
“Okay,”
Although he promised not to peek, I could see that he was looking through his hands. I then decided to leave the room and a loud groan escaped Nick.
After ten minutes of fussing with the outfit, I finally got it on. I stepped back into the room. His eyes were really closed. He didn’t even know I was back in the room.
“Open your eyes,” I told him.
He opened his eyes and let out a loud groan. He stared at me in the tightest cheerleading outfit that he had ever seen.
“So, you like?” I did a bit of a twirl in the outfit. His attention remained fixed on me.
He was rather silent. I know he has seen cheerleaders before, so I didn’t exactly understand his reaction.
“I love it…You look so...amazing in the outfit. Man, you really should have tried out for the squad. Then again, they might have been jealous of you. You look really good, April.”
“Thank you.”
I then sat on his lap and kissed him.
“Now, what’s under that uniform?” he queried.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh, but I would.”
He then began to take the top of the uniform off.
“Hmmm…” he moaned. He then grabbed my breasts and began to squeeze them. He pulled out my breast, lowered himself onto me and began to suck them. He used his tongue and flicked my nipple. He then unclasped the bra and freed them. He began to play with them. Then he moved his hand under my skirt. He pulled my panties down and I softly sighed. He stroked my thighs, before entering me with two fingers.
“Oh! Nick! Nick!” I cried
I was so wet. I could feel it drip down on my thighs. He ran his finger along my thigh and put it in his mouth.
“Hmmm….”
He then stared at me and stroked my waist. He pulled off my skirt.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he sighed.
He playfully pinched my nipple and I yelped.
He then took off his jersey and I stared at those muscles of his. He pulled my hand to touch him and I slowly rubbed his body. I could see that he was getting hard already. I then lowered my hand onto the crotch of his pants. He let out a loud groan as I pulled the zipper down. He lowered his boxers and played with himself.
“April, the things you do to me….”
I stopped him and extended my hand onto him. He tilted his head back and sighed. My hands stroked from the tip to the shaft to the base and I could tell he was enjoying it. He was getting harder in my hands. I could feel the veins popping up. He then pulled me closer and lowered me onto him. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. He gently held my hair and began to move my head as I tasted him. He was groaning loudly.
“Oh, April,” he groaned.
He had one of his hands on the back of my head and coaxed me closer and closer until he was hitting the back of my throat. I knew he was close to coming. He wrapped his hand tighter in my hair as he exploded inside my mouth.
“I’m so sorry April,” he apologized.
“No, it’s fine,” I replied as I licked my lips and wiped my mouth.
He let out a loud growl. He pulled me to him and kissed me again. He stroked the side of my face and softly said, “Sit on me.”
I sat on him and he entered me slowly. I could feel the stiffness, the girth and the veins as he pumped inside of me, gradually getting faster and harder with each thrust. I moaned uncontrollably as he put his hands on my breasts. He bit my neck and held both sides of my waist. I threw myself into it and was getting lost in the motion. He moved me up and down. Nick then got up from sitting and was still inside of me. He then made me kneel on the bed and began to move inside of me.
I could hear the sounds that we were making. Nick groaned loudly as he enjoyed hearing the sound of my behind smacking against his thighs. He gripped my waist tighter and moved even faster. Feeling everything, I knew I was close to coming and so did Nick who pounded into me even deeper.
“Ah! Ah! Nick! Nick! I’m coming!” I exclaimed.
“I know. I can tell baby.”
As he pulled my hair and slowly withdrew, he smacked me on the ass and I gasped. He then slipped himself back inside of me and continued thrusting.
“Baby, you are so wet. It’s driving me crazy,” he whispered.
“Ah! AH!” I replied. I came all over him and sighed. He slowly pulled himself out of me. He groaned looking at the sight of his shaft glistening with my juices. He swiped his finger and moaned.
“Hmmm…You were ridiculously wet. I love it.”
I was still feeling the after-effects of our intense lovemaking. I tried to catch my breath and smiled at him.
“I know,” I smirked.
“You are so naughty,” he chuckled.
He then smacked me once again and I moaned. I started to put on my clothes and he shot me a look.
“Who told you we were finished?” he asked in a sultry tone.
He lay in my bed still hard. Nick was playing with himself in front of me, before he stopped me from changing. I was pulled to him and pressed gently onto the bed.
“God, you are so amazing,” he said.
He then kissed my lips and my neck and my breasts. He slowly entered me and held onto me. I gasped. He moved faster and given how wet I was, he slipped into my welcoming body with no problem.
“Oh April, you feel so amazing,” he whispered in my ear. He was on top of me and he breathed on my neck. It felt so good! He kept moving inside of me and I felt him even more.
“Nick!”
He then leaned in and kissed me.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“Don’t stop,” I demanded.
“I won’t” he promised.
He
sped up and my moans got louder as he thrust harder and deeper. I locked my legs behind his back and one of his hands was on my thigh. He pumped even harder into me.
“Oh, April. April...,” he moaned.
I could feel that he was close to coming. He moved faster and harder and my bed was beginning to shake. He then pulled himself out of me and released himself all over the sheets.
We were both dripping beads of sweat.
“Wow, that was amazing. You were amazing,” he praised.
He kissed me before he began to clean up the sheets. He grabbed some tissue and wiped up the sheets. He then cuddled with me and kissed me.
“I feel so safe with you. I’m so glad that I have you, April,” he remarked
“Same here,” I replied.
We lay there for a while. I checked the time and realized that Dad would be home in an hour.
“Oh, my dad will be home soon,” I said.
I immediately got out of bed and got dressed. Nick did the same. As much as Dad was warming up to Nick, I didn’t think it was a good idea for him to catch us in bed together. I sprayed the room with a quick spritz of perfume and immediately went downstairs. I quickly turned on the television and we pretended to watch a show. Nick burst out laughing.
“I haven’t done something like that since I was a teenager,” he laughed.
“I know. Fun right?” I stated as I glanced at him.
“Yeah.”
He then wrapped his arm around me and we got quite comfortable in front of the television. He then kissed my forehead and we watched television for a while. Dad came home a short time later.
“Hi, so what have you kids been up to?” he asked
“Not much,” I said, “just watching television and what not. I think I’m going to study as soon as Nick leaves.”
“Yeah, I should leave now then. I really want you to get good grades, so that you can get that internship. Thanks for having me,” he commented.
“No problem Nick,” responded Dad.
Wow, I couldn’t believe how sweet he was! He got up and got his jacket from behind the chair. He kissed me on my cheek and told my father goodbye. Then he hopped into his car and sped off. When he got back to the apartment, he texted me and thanked me for having him over and that it was the best meal that he had in a while. He then wished me the best of luck with my studies and that he couldn’t wait to see me again. He also told me that I may be good for his career and that he may have some big news to tell me later next week. I couldn't wait.
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