by Layne Harper
I interject in my sassiest voice, “and boy did you find one hot piece of ass.”
He leans over and tickles my tummy, “except that hot piece of ass had already deleted my number confirming for me that you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“Colin, you were such a jerk when you saw me. I couldn’t believe it when you grabbed my phone without permission and started scrolling through my contacts.”
“Well, Caroline, I was pissed. I didn’t want you at some bar picking up guys when you had a perfectly good one, me, who you wouldn’t give the time of day. One flirty comment back would have been all I needed. I decided in that moment, when my number had been deleted from your phone, that I was going to take you on that dance floor and embarrass you. You had never told me that you could dance.” Colin paused momentarily thinking about that night. I can tell because he starts to chuckle. “Then, you made me want you more than anything that I have ever wanted in my life when you could dance as well as me. While we were jitterbugging, I decided that I would just have to convince you how fucking perfect we were together.”
I laughed at the memory and remembered it well. He had tried to teach me to dance. I just let him because it was cute. Now, he confessed that he wanted to show me up with his dance skills and I was just as good, if not better, than him. I silently added a point to my side of the score board.
“Instead of angry and confused by you, you became my goal. I decided that it didn’t matter how long that it took, I was going to make you realize that you wanted me,” Colin stopped as if he was done.
“I texted you the next day after Hurricane Harry’s and you didn’t respond until six days later when you asked me if I was going dancing again that night.,” I paused for a split second “What gives McKinney?” I asked. That had been gnawing at me.
Colin looked away from me and his mood shifted to one of darkness. It’s another facet of his personality that I didn’t know, and I was not sure how to respond. I decided to just wait it out and let him talk when he was ready.
He gripped my hand tighter and said, “you terrify me, Charlie. You aren’t easy to read. Even though we spent so much time getting to know one another in the car, I still didn’t know you then and I don’t think that I truly know you now. Football is a game of predictions. I can watch my receiver run a route that we have practiced hundreds of time. I know exactly when to release the ball and at what speed for him to catch it. I can watch the defense and predict what play they are going to run. I can’t predict a fucking thing about you. I can’t read you. I’m never sure where I stand with you. For someone who has always been the best at reading plays and predicting outcomes, you scare the shit out of me.” His words were almost a whisper, and I had to lean closer to him to hear the last part that I scared the shit out of him.
What he confessed made me choke on the sip of beer that I was attempting to swallow. I mean, Rachael had told me before that I have an unattainable air about me, but I always thought she was full of it. Now, essentially Colin just said the same thing. I made a mental note to reflect on his words later while I ran.
“I spent that week making myself crazy. I wanted to call you so bad. It hurt even more that Aiden couldn’t quit talking about Rachael. I wanted to duct tape his mouth so I didn’t have to hear how fucking perfect she was. I knew she wasn’t perfect because she wasn’t you. After I lost my temper in spectacular fashion at practice with one of the assistant coaches, I knew that I couldn’t continue like this. I decided to invite you to Harry’s. If you went dancing with me again, it was because the universe wanted us together. If you said no, I had to let you go and move on,” he paused for a split second and then flashed me his Colin McKinney half smile. “You know, with another hot piece of ass.”
I knew that he was teasing because he was ready to end this conversation. I took the bait and launched myself into his inner tube flipping us both into the water. We came up spurting water and laughing hysterically. Apparently, we caused a scene because everyone was standing on the boat watching us.
Colin yelled, “Nothing to see here people. Move along. Move along.”
We swam to the boat and made ourselves sandwiches. Rachael whispered in my ear, “we apparently have a lot to discuss when we get home.” She smiled at me and nodded her head toward Colin.
Because of Colin’s disturbed sleep schedule, he wasn’t ready for bed when everyone else was. I was sleepy, but I wanted to spend some time alone with him so I grabbed a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator and snuggled up to Colin on the couch.
“Would you like to have a do over of last night?” Colin asked me while snuggling me to his side.
“I would love that,” I giggled.
While he grabbed his iPod, I located the blanket that we had cuddled under the previous night. He had the two sun loungers pushed together and old country music playing when I stepped outside.
I could have sworn that the stars were even brighter than the previous night, or maybe I just noticed because I wasn’t nervous to be alone with Colin.
He pulled me to him and I laid my head on his sculpted chest. He started pointing out some of the brighter constellations. I recognized them, but I let him show me.
“I love your hair, Charlie. It’s so soft,” he complimented while running his fingers through it.
“Thank you,” I purred. “That feels so good.”
“Your hair and your eyes are the first things that I noticed about you when you walked into your dad’s office,” he confessed while continuing to play with my hair.
I looked up into his beautiful face and replied, “I thought you were even hotter in person than on TV. When you touched me, I got butterflies in my stomach.” I sat up and looked at him. “Colin McKinney, you are the only boy who has ever given me butterflies.”
He flashed me his half smile and said, “I’m glad to be the first.”
I leaned toward his mouth and began to kiss his lips. It felt so natural… so right. Our tongues began a slow dance exploring each other’s mouths. We weren’t hurried. We were getting to know each other in a way that we hadn’t yet.
He pulled away first and looked at me with such longing that it made me feel weak. “Will you dance with me?”
“Of course,” I smiled at him and took his offered hand.
He chose one of my favorite songs, “What Might Have Been” by Little Texas. We danced under the bright Texas stars holding each other tightly. It was three minutes of bliss until he started laughing. “Charlie, what a horrible song for us to dance to,” he said through his belly laughs. “I’ve always loved this song, but the lyrics are about a guy telling himself that he can't change the past and that there's no way to know what their relationship could have become. I’m so sorry,” he said still laughing.
His laugh was infectious and before the song was over, we were both laughing. It was just what we needed.
Thankfully, he redeemed his taste in music by playing some more appropriate songs for us. After the fourth dance, I was beyond tired. I asked him to come to bed.
“Caroline Collins, I thought you would never ask!” he exclaimed.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it read 3:32 when I felt the bed dip. He wrapped his big arm around me and pulled me to him. We lay in bed holding each other. His front pressed against my back. We felt so right together.
I fell asleep dreaming of our future together.
We got up the next morning and took the boat out for one last hurrah. Everyone was in a great mood and agreed that we should make this a yearly trip. By the time the house was cleaned and put back together it was four p.m. I decided to ride back to College Station with Colin, even though it had to be in Big Bertha.
Colin motioned for me to scoot next him. I now understood the draw of bench seating in a truck. His hand only left my thigh to shift gears. My hand lazily rested on his knee and my head tucked under his arm. I couldn’t get enough of his touch. I had craved this level of contact since I met him. I realized that I had b
een scared that my feelings were not mutual. Now that I had his touch, I didn’t want to give it up.
When we reached my apartment and turned off Big Bertha, I did the boldest thing that I had ever done in my life. I invited him to stay with me. I wasn’t ready to give up the contact just yet, and I, frankly, wanted him.
He smiled at me. He took out his phone and sent a quick text.
I frowned and asked, “Who are you texting?”
Colin gave me his half smile and said, “Aiden. I want to make sure that Rachael stays at his place.”
“Oh,” was all I said while I bit my bottom lip.
The sexual tension between us could be cut with a knife. I don’t know how we actually made it to my apartment, but we did. When the front door shut, he was on me so quick that I could barely keep my balance. The stress of admitting to each other how we felt about each other, plus six months of not touching was just too much for either of us to hold back.
He kissed my mouth forcing it open with his tongue. I ran my tongue over his perfectly straight white teeth. He then began to consume me. His 6’5” body pressed against my 5’7” slender athletic frame. I could feel his erection poking into my belly button through his jeans. His hands were in my hair. My hands went up and down his back. We stayed like this passionately kissing and exploring each other’s bodies through clothes for a long time. It was every bit as good as I had imagined. A fire was burning in my lower stomach. I began to ache for him.
He hugged me and held me close to him. He said, “Are you ready to do this?”
I smiled at him and bit my bottom lip and nodded yes. I took his hand and led him to the red chair in my bedroom.
“I’ve fantasized about you in this red chair since I met you. Colin McKinney, I want to make love to you for the first time in this chair,” I said.
I gently pushed him down on the chair and stepped back. I slipped off my yellow sundress, doing a gentle striptease for him and allowed my dress to pool at the floor around my feet. I stood in front of him in nothing but my white lace bra and white lace thong panties.
I could hear him take a deep breath and his pants strained to contain his very large bulge.
“Caroline, just when I think that I have you figured out, you do something like strip in front of me,” he said with lust and appreciation in his eyes.
Instead of me moving close enough so he could touch me, I decided to stay at arm’s length and touch myself.
I started by kneading my breasts through my bra. I tweaked my nipples until they were so hard that they looked like pencil erasers. I crossed one arm over my body and continued to massage my breast while I slipped the other hand in my panties and began to rub my clit.
Colin’s eyes got that lazy look of a man filled with lust. “God, Charlie. That is the hottest thing that I have ever seen.” He reached for me. I stopped massaging my clit to shake my finger at him. Once he leaned back in the chair and settled down, I continued.
I massaged my breast and clit, running my finger inside and back out without ever taking off my panties. I was nearing orgasm. Watching him get so turned on by watching me pleasure myself was beyond erotic. I loved it. I loved that I could make him moan and groan for me without touching him.
Colin said in a choked up whispered voice, “Charlie, I can’t just sit here any longer. Please let me touch you.”
I put my hands down at my sides and walked very slowly towards him. I started unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to touch me, and I slapped his hands away. I pulled his red Polo over his head, tossing it on my bed. I then reached down and started teasing and playing with the button on his jeans. He would gasp each time he thought that I was unbuttoning his pants.
“Please, you are killing me, Charlie,” he begged.
I finally let him pick his hips up so I could slip his jeans off. There was a small, wet circle on his underwear and his bulge was throbbing.
He sat back down in the chair. All he had on were his long boxer briefs, jeans pulled to his ankles and loafer shoes. I bent down and slipped each shoe slowly off his foot. Then, I made quick work of his jeans.
He reached down and tried to grab me. “Colin, if you touch me, I will stop,” I said. “This is my turn. You can have a turn later. Nod your head if you understand.”
He nodded.
I slipped his underwear off freeing his erection. “Oh my!” I said, licking my lips in approval. It jerked and twitched for me, and it was so long that it lay against his stomach. There was nothing I wanted more than to shove his erection inside me and ride it until I came, but I wanted this to be his pleasure. I wanted to make him feel special. I wanted to remind him that I was not one of the groupie girls.
I reached around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall lazily to the floor. I then sat on his lap straddling him. My breasts were mere inches from his mouth.
“Oh God, Charlie, I want to suck your tits. Please let me,” he begged.
“Not yet, Colin,” I said.
Then through my white lace thong, I started gyrating on his penis. I rubbed my clit against it dancing to my own music, swaying to my own rhythm.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Please let me make love to you.”
“Not yet, Colin,” was all I said.
I was so turned on that I was about to make myself come. I stood up and grabbed his jeans. I pulled out his wallet and looked inside. Sure enough, my boy scout had a condom.
I walked back over to him and stood in front of him while I tore the condom packaging open with my teeth. I knelt in front of him and took his penis in my hand and held the tip of the condom while I rolled it down his considerable length. I then climbed back on top of him with my knees on either side of his thighs.
He hands were suddenly on my hips, “Charlie, I want you. I am so turned on that I can’t stand it. I have taken many a cold shower because of you. I’ve waited six long months for this moment. If I can’t touch you while I make love to you, I will feel like you are a stripper. Please let me touch you.”
I nodded my head yes.
He was on me so fast that I couldn’t register what he was doing. He picked me up and tossed me on my bed. He was on top with his hands going crazy all over my body. He reached down and ripped my lace panties off. His hands were all over me again. First touching my breasts and then massaging my clit. He slipped one finger and then two inside of me. I moaned in appreciation. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it felt like heaven.
Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing and stared at me. “Oh God, Charlie, you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. You told me that I was your mission statement. You know what, baby? You are mine. You are so fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”
With love and lust and admiration in his eyes, he entered me.
His hot breath was in my ear. His hands were supporting his upper body. His moaning matched mine. I was able to take all of him. He fit perfectly.
I reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled him to me.
I whispered in his ear, “I want you to make love to me so hard that I can still feel where you have been tomorrow.”
He let out a loud groan.
That set him in a steady, pounding pace. I was just on the verge of orgasm when he reached up and tugged hard on my erect nipple.
I came loudly with each tug.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me moving my hips in a circular motion.
He yelled, “Charlie” as he came.
Colin fell on top of me. I let him lay there for a moment stroking his back in a soothing motion. Finally, I felt like I was being smothered so I gently rolled him off me.
The word complete is the only way that I know how to describe it. We made love like we danced together and he tackled football and me my studies. Our love making was athletic, passionate, driven for perfection and challenging. We spent six months getting to know each other before we took that step, and with hindsight being 20/20, it was worth waiting for.
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bsp; He put his arm under my head, and said, “You are the most amazing woman, Caroline Collins. I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but I’m sure glad that I did it. Will you marry me?”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek and cuddled into his side. “Not today,” I said.
We laid there for another two hours exploring each other’s naked bodies.
I eventually got up, fixed myself a glass of wine, and brought him a bottle of water.
He had started a bath while I was gone. He looked up at me with an apologetic grin, “I want to bathe you.”
I slithered into the hot bath and drank my cold wine.
“Where did you develop a taste for red wine?” he asked as he took the glass from me to take a sip.
“My mom always drinks red wine. It was served to us starting at around the age of ten as something that you have with nice dinners. Mom wanted to take the mystique out of drinking,” I explained.
“I like that it’s cold. I bet it feels good going down while you lay in the hot bath,” he said.
It did.
He meticulously bathed me. He washed and conditioned my hair and shaved my legs. It was the most intimate experience of my life.
February, Senior Year
“CHARLIE, I need a date.” Colin, of course, decided to ask me when he was lying nude on my bed after giving me a record number of orgasms.
I sat up and looked at him and rolled my eyes as dramatically as possible. “Details.” I absolutely hated doing public appearances with him. Colin could work the crowd and be so charming. I felt like a fish out of water. The fans were there to see him and not me. I hated when the girls gave me dirty looks and assumed that they were more right for Colin than me. I warred between being very possessive of him in public and disappearing. So far, we had made numerous public appearances together but I had yet to find my comfort zone.
“You know how Subway asked me to be an athletic spokesperson…”
“Yes, Colin. I vaguely remember that. I think that’s how I got the ridiculous car,” I said while he completely disregarded my comments about his spending.
