David looked at Stacy confused. Then he looked over at me. I looked away with a smirk on my face.
“Okay, what’s going on here?” he asked folding his arms across his chest.
I didn’t say anything. I figured I would just let his sister break the news.
“Well…,” she began.
Just then, a beautiful, buxomly blonde sauntered over to the table. She looked like a model. I was speechless. She was tall and thin with long legs. She was wearing a tight black shirt and a red mini skirt.
I looked over at Stacey and she seemed so excited. Who was this woman pretending to be my best friend? What happened to the over protective sister that I knew?
I thought she was dressed like a porn star.
Stacey jumped up and gave her a hug.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” she squealed.
I was not impressed.
Stacy turned to us with her arm draped across the girl’s shoulders.
“Guys this is Kimberly Myers. Kim, this is my best friend and my partner Hannah.”
The girl reached her hand out to me and I reached across David to shake it.
“And this,” she said turning to David. “This is my handsome little brother David.”
David stood and shook hands with the girl. She seemed pretty smitten with him already. It didn’t help when he gave her his award winning smile. Kim and Stacey sat in the booth across from us.
Just then a waiter arrived, placed my two cocktails on the table and took all of our food and drink orders.
I could tell Kim wanted to eat light in front of David. She was one of those girls. She ordered a garden salad and water.
David impressed me once again and ordered at least three different entrée’s. I decided I wouldn’t order anything but more drinks. I could just much on some of the food that David ordered.
When the waiter left there was a second of awkward silence. Stacey has a problem with silence more so than I do and so she sparked up the conversation.
“David, Kim is really into sports as well. She played softball in college.”
David sat back against the booth and folded his arms across his chest.
“Really?”
She smiled.
“Yes. I loved it so much I now coach softball at the high school.”
“Wow, that’s great,” he said leaning in a little closer to her across the table.
“Thanks. I love sports and I love sharing that love with the kids I teach.”
Stacey sat back smiling looking all smug and satisfied so far with the way things were going.
“A woman that loves sports is a woman after my own heart,” he said with a chuckle.
I emptied my first cocktail and immediately began on my second one.
“Well, I’m glad that is a quality you like.”
That fucking slut is what popped into my head. I’m not sure where it came from.
“So Stacey told me that you play football for the team, what position do you play?” Kim asked taking a sip of water.
He smiled at that question. David loves talking about football. He can go on for hours about it. I’m sure Stacey informed her little protégé of this fact.
“What position do you think I play?”
“Well,” she began giving him a once over.
“You look to be about 6”4” and 275lbs. I would say that if you are on offense you are a tight end and if you are on defense you are a linebacker.”
She caught him off guard. He looked rather impressed.
“Am I right?” she said taking a bite of her garden salad.
“Yes, I’m a tight end,” he said smiling at her.
I felt him move his hand from my knee and adjust his focus to Kim.
“How do you know so much about football?”
I was getting bored. When I get bored especially with as much as I drank during this little conversation, I get loose lips.
It never ends pretty.
“I’m sure Stacey told her all she needed to know about you.”
David laughed and placed his hand back on my knee. Stacey shot me a dirty look. I ignored her and took another sip of my drink. I am usually not a big drinker so I was already feeling the effects.
Kim looked at me.
“I swear! Stacey didn’t tell me.”
I folded my arms across my chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe the internet told you or the fact that you love football so much I’m sure you’ve seen a game, or the fact that his face is on the side of the bus and...,”
“Hannah!” Stacey said sliding my drink away from me.
“I think you have had one too many.”
I slid my drink right back and finished it off.
David chuckled and patted my knee.
“I think Stacey may be right.”
I ignored them both.
The waiter came back to the table and sat down our food. I took this time to order two more drinks. Every one began to eat. I slid one of David’s steaks over my way and began to devour it.
David and Kim continued to talk about football and sports. Stacey continued to beam at them and I continued to drink.
I listened as they agreed to meet up and go out to lunch the next week after David flies back from his away game.
The waiter brought my drinks from the bar and I went at them with sheer abandonment.
I really didn’t like what I was seeing. I could not help but to notice that they seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
I finished off my third drink. Stacey took my fourth and drank it. I told her she was going to pay for it and she said it would be her pleasure.
By the time we were ready to go I was in no way able to drive myself home. David walked Kim to her car and I was left alone with Stacey and her evil looks.
“Remind me to never let you drink this much ever again.”
“What are you talking about?” I said noticing that I seemed to have trouble getting all my words out.
“Well, at least you didn’t ruin the chemistry between those two. I am so happy. I knew they were going to hit it off.”
I was sick of hearing about her little match making date. I took a step forward trying to walk away when I tripped and would have toppled to the ground if Stacey had not caught me.
“I need to get back to the kids and now I have to drive you home,” she complained helping me stand.
“You don’t have to drive me home. I’m fine,” I lied snatching my arm away from her and adjusting my clothes.
“You are far from fine.”
David returned at that moment.
“Hannah, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said grabbing my purse and heading out of the restaurant.
I was exhausted and just wanted to get home. It was a cool night and the night air helped to sober me up some. See all I needed was a little air. I was done with the entire evening and could not wait to have the comfort of my bed.
I was halfway across the parking lot to my car when someone grabbed my arm.
“Hey babe, slow down.”
I stopped and looked up at David.
“Just let me go. I’m fine.”
He knew that it was futile to fight me. So he didn’t. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I was really too drunk to fight him anymore. I just went limp. My purse hit the ground and he bent down to pick it up for me.
He walked in the opposite direction to his big silver SUV. When we reached the car, he dropped me to my feet and ushered me into his truck. He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side and climbed inside taking his wallet from his back pocket and sitting it in the center console like he always does.
I felt him turn to me. I looked at him and his beautiful blue eyes were sparkling. I looked away. I just knew he was going to talk about how much he liked his sister’s new prospect for him.
I still had my doubts about that girl. I denied it was jealousy. I just rationed that it was the big siste
r attitude that was coming out of me. I never thought any girl was good enough for him. Normally Stacey would agree with me, but lately she has just been focused on marrying him off.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you this drunk before,” he said looking rather amused.
“Let’s hope it’s the last time.”
I never drank this much because I hated feeling like I could not control myself. It’s one thing to lose control during sex but it’s another to lose control in a public place.
“So what did you think of Kim?” he asked.
I sighed.
“She’s okay, if you like fake, peppy, anorexic, brown nosing blondes.”
He laughed a big belly laugh.
“Someone’s jealous.”
I rolled my eyes. I was not jealous of this girl. She had nothing on me.
“Please. Saying I am jealous of her would mean that I feel she is in competition with me for something and trust me,” I said turning completely around to face him.
“She wouldn’t be any competition anyway.”
He raised one eyebrow.
“Sounds like jealousy to me.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He leaned over and grabbed me pulling me almost across the center console. He placed a kiss on my lips and whispered.
“You’re right though, she is no way in competition with you for anything.”
“Oh really?” I whispered back.
He nodded.
He kissed me again and leaned back.
“Hannah, I…,” he began but stopped before he could finish his statement.
I furrowed my brow and looked at him.
“What’s up?”
“I…never mind.”
He sighed.
“Okay,” I said.
He smiled and I watched as he looked me up and down.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he complimented looking down eyes focused on my breasts.
I licked my lips. I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too. I didn’t care about Keith at that moment. I just wanted to make David forget all about that blonde.
I could feel the familiar throbbing between my legs.
I looked around the parking lot and it seemed pretty much empty. I didn’t hesitate. I moved and attempted to climb into the backseat of his truck.
I forgot that I was way too drunk for this maneuver and ended up with my ass in the air and my face smashed against the leather seats.
I could hear him chuckling in the front.
“Let me give you a hand.”
He reached back and grabbed my ass trying to push me through the narrow hole.
“Cut it out!” I screamed.
I finally wiggled my way into the back seat.
“Come back here and join me big boy,” I said giggling losing all forms of sexiness.
He laughed and climbed out of the car. He opened the back passenger door and climbed in next to me.
“It’s easier that way,” he joked.
I laughed.
He didn’t wait any longer. He leaned over and placed his lips on mine. He tasted like steak sauce, sweet and tangy.
“You still taste like steak. It’s making me hungry again.”
He laughed.
“I know what I’m hungry for,” he said reaching over and helping me remove my shirt.
He didn’t stop there. He leaned down to kiss me as he reached behind me to remove my black lacy bra.
It was sheer bliss when his mouth covered my erect nipple.
“Mmmm…,” I moaned running my fingers through his silky blonde hair.
He began to alternate between sucking and licking driving me crazy. He brought his lips back to mine and I felt his hand trail up my legs and under my skirt until he reached my damp panties.
I moaned becoming impatient wanting to feel his fingers in my pussy and on my clit. I grabbed his hand and guided it into my panties. His fingers grazed my clit and it was like electricity shot through my body.
“Oh babe, you’re so wet.”
I spread my legs and leaned back against the door. He took advantage of my invite and plunged his fingers into my pussy.
“Oh,” I moaned digging my fingernails into his leather seats.
He finger fucked me for a few minutes then he went in head first lapping up my juices. He was eating me like he hadn’t just eaten a three course meal.
He sat up to catch his breath and I used that as my opportunity to push him back against the seat. I lifted his shirt exposing his pants.
I unfastened the clasp and undid the zipper. I reached in and pulled out his big dick already reddened and hard with his desire.
I covered the head with my mouth and let my tongue caress it. He moaned running his fingers through my hair. I let my tongue slide up and down the shaft before I plunged it into my mouth until I gagged a little.
“Oh shit!” he moaned throwing his head back.
I stroked and sucked on him feeling him get harder in my mouth. I didn’t want him to come just yet. I wanted to ride him until he came hard gripping my ass.
I reached up front and found his wallet. I searched inside. I stopped and looked up at him.
“Where is the condom?”
He shook his head.
“I don’t have one,” he answered throwing his hands up.
I was confused. How could he not have a condom somewhere on him?
“Why don’t you have one?”
“I didn’t think I would be getting any tonight.”
I sat back on the leather seat and looked at him.
He sighed.
“I don’t usually have sex the night before a practice or before a big game.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about. I looked at him quizzically.
“Why?”
He looked like he didn’t really want to tell me, but I kept prodding him until he eventually spilled his secret.
“Well when I was in high school they used to say sex before a game weakens your legs. You couldn’t play effectively.”
I listened trying not laugh.
“So I never have sex before a game or before a big practice. I want to make sure I give my all at practices and at games.”
I was quiet for a second. Then I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I burst into a fit of giggles and then into a full blown laugh.
It was uncontrollable. David did not look amused.
“It’s not funny.”
When my laughter died down I looked over at him.
“I just didn’t peg you as one of those superstitious types.”
He rolled his eyes.
“It’s not a superstition.”
“Oh okay, what are you going to tell me next? You wear the same underwear at every game?”
He looked down at his fingers and would not meet my eyes.
“No way!” I said covering my mouth.
He laughed.
“Naw, I’m just kidding.”
I shook my head and leaned over 6into the front seat. I dug around in my purse for a second until I found what I was looking for.
I sat back and dangled the small package in his face.
“It looks like you are going to break your rule for the first time tonight.”
He smiled.
I leaned down and filled my mouth with his dick once again. He instantly became hard. He put on the condom and before long I was on top of him riding his hard dick. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back as I rocked on him.
It didn’t take me long to come all over him. I came hard feeling my legs turn into jelly. It didn’t matter. He picked up where I left off until he came hard digging his fingers into my ample mocha colored ass.
I collapsed against him trying to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms around me squeezing me tight.
He kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear.
“If we lose on Monday night, I’m telling the team it was you and that good pussy of yours that got me in this place.
&nbs
p; I giggled into his neck and he laughed still holding onto me tight.
Dear Diary,
I was born into a submissive/dominant relationship. Since the day I was brought into this world and filled my lungs with air I belonged to someone.
I was owned.
I belonged to my mother who wanted a submissive child that did whatever she wanted. I had to do it without back talk, even when it was against my best judgment and it didn’t benefit me in the least.
I belonged to my stepfather who dominated me and my mother. She was required to submit her only child to him with no questions asked and I was submit to him in a way that only a woman would to a man and I was a small girl.
I had been submitting my whole life. Yet with Keith it was different. I was actually given a choice. I chose to give him the power he needed to give me the pleasure that I wanted badly.
What excited him was that I made the choice to submit to him. With my sexual satisfaction, it showed that I trusted him in that regard.
Once I made that choice he was able to take me to places and feel things that I could not imagine that I could ever feel.
Yet I learned that with that choice there were some rules. Once I was engulfed in that lifestyle I had to obey. There was no defiance and there was no room for mercy. I was his and if I disobeyed…I was in for a punishment that never fit the crime.
-H
Chapter Seven
Today was a busy day and I was not in the best of moods. My phone was ringing off the hook and Stacey was in my office discussing how cute David and Kim looked together.
I really did not want to hear about them together right now. Yet I just let her talk about how they seemed to be hitting it off. Apparently they had gone out on a date and they gave the impression that they had a great time.
I did not get a chance to talk to David about it. With the football season in full swing I have not been able to say much to him or engage in some good sex.
That also meant that I had not had any more sex with Keith lately either. I can’t begin to describe how crazy that man makes me.
Yet today I was not in the mood for much. I had clients calling constantly and a few of our design schedules were behind due to the renovations falling apart. Sometimes working with general contractors who can’t stick to the time-line can be a pain in the ass.
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