by Abbi Hemp
My eyes glanced down and saw the bulge between his legs. When I looked up at his face, he was wearing that cocky, self-sure grin.
“Can we just get the interview done?” I begged.
“I want to see you dive first.”
“Seriously? I just want to get this interview done.”
“I’ll give you an exclusive or two if you do it.”
We made eye contact. Part of me wanted to yell at him for being an asshole then leave, but I had to interview him for the story. Another part of me – one that hadn’t been used in a while – wanted to hear him scream my name as we fucked hard and fast.
“I’m not going to dive.”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, no interview. You need this more than me.”
“Fine,” I said with a sigh, hoping he noticed I was upset.
He smiled as if he always got his way, which he probably did.
“You can watch me dive once, but then we do this interview. And I want something good.”
“I’ll give you something good,” he mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I might have a bikini in the changing room from someone else.”
“That’s fine,” I said, taking off my coat. “I’m not ashamed of my body either.”
He watched as I continued to strip off clothes until I stood in front of him dressed only in my panties and bra. Luckily, I’d put on my best pair that morning for some reason and didn’t have my granny panties.
“No pictures,” I said as I walked past him to the diving board on the other side of the pool.
I felt strange as I climbed the ladder because it was so cold outside but warm and almost tropical in the building around the pool. At the top, I stepped onto the diving board and took a deep breath as I got into the zone. He stared up at me as I prepared myself to dive into the water.
“Looking good!” he called out.
Why am I even doing this for him?
I had no answers as I bounded down the diving board. At the last moment, I jumped into the air. When I came down, I was propelled up into the air over the pool. All my training came to me as my body twisted and I dove into the water, barely making a splash.
When I broke the surface and began treading water, I didn’t see him. Where the hell is he? He came up right in front of me, throwing back his hair again.
“That was good,” he said.
“Can we do this interview now? Please?”
“Will you admit it was fun to dive again.”
A small smile spread over my face despite trying not to show him any emotions.
“Okay, it was fun. I’ve not dove in a while. The pool in my neighborhood isn’t the greatest.”
“You’re welcome to come here whenever you want,” he said while we both treaded water.
I dove underwater again, briefly seeing his naked body as I swam past him toward the shallow end of the pool. When I came up, he was right beside me. I reached out and put a hand on the edge of the pool as I stood in the water next to him.
Before I had a chance to say anything else, he moved forward and kissed me on the lips, our wet mouths moving so sensually. A faint moan escaped me as I felt his strong hands move to my waist. I should have pulled away and yelled at him, but he had me frozen in place as things heated up.
I broke off the kiss, staring into his eyes, wondering what game he was playing.
“We should really do this interview.”
“We will, but your diving skills are turning me on.”
I rolled my eyes. He kissed me again. This time, I felt his hand move to my stomach. When it slipped into my panties, I didn’t stop him, enjoying the sensation of his fingers against my pussy. I put an arm around his hard, toned body, wondering what he would be like in bed.
As he made me melt with his fingers rubbing my pussy underwater, I noticed people watching us. After pulling back, I looked up and saw three guys and three women. All of them were looking at us.
“Now we know why you weren’t answering your phone,” one of the guys said.
From his body, I figured he was a teammate.
“I need to go,” I said to Tony.
“What about the interview?”
“Some other time. I forgot I have another appointment.”
I could tell from his facial expression he didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. My only thought was to get dressed and get the hell out of there before I died of embarrassment. As I climbed out of the pool, I felt all their eyes on me as I dried off with a towel.
He got out of the pool, still naked and walked over to me.
“You okay? I can ask them to leave if you want to continue…”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “We shouldn’t have done that. It’s not professional.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” he said.
I slipped on my pants, wishing I could disappear.
“No, it’s wrong. I fucked up. I’ll call you soon, okay?”
“You better.”
His friends were stripping out of their clothes as I got dressed. Tony stood next to me with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Besides,” I said as I put on my shirt. “You have plenty of other women who want you.”
“What makes you think I care about them?”
“Well, you’re naked and swimming with them for one.”
“I’m getting dressed. The show was for you alone.”
“Oh, so you are messing with me, huh?”
“You’re the one who walked in on me in the locker room. I thought you might have a thing for hot, naked guys.”
While I did, that was the last thing I wanted to admit to him.
“Very funny. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“The sooner the better.”
As I stood in front of him, I heard the men and women who had come in talking to themselves on the other side of the pool.
“Bye, Tony. Thanks for letting me dive.”
“Anytime,” he said.
I threw on my coat then headed outside to the cold, January weather in direct contrast to the heated pool enclosure. When I made it to the end of the path to the front of the house, I turned and looked back. Tony and the others had gone inside.
Why did they have to show up? I wondered as I walked to my car. And why didn’t I stop him when he put his hand in my panties? Cursing my luck – good and bad – I had no answers for my questions. No matter how hard I tried, I could not deny he had made me feel good. And that scared me.
SEVEN
Tony
As she walked out of the pool house, I watched closely, admiring the way she moved. Jim Johnson, one of my teammates, walked over with his entourage.
“Nice piece of ass,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah, she’s a reporter doing a story on me.”
He laughed.
“I bet she’s doing a story.”
“We were getting to the interview before you guys showed up.”
“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“It’s fine,” I lied. “I’m going to go inside and call her to finish the interview. You guys are welcome to hang out here and swim.”
“That’s why we came over,” he said. “Well, that and to talk to you. How are you holding up?”
“Better than the team is without me.”
He frowned.
“We’ve won the last two games.”
“Yeah, but barely,” I said. “You guys have fun. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Alright, man,” he said.
His smile returned as the three women began undressing. Still wrapped in a towel, I went inside and headed upstairs to my master bedroom where I’d left my phone. As I walked, I thought about the sensation of feeling her pussy under the water. Why did she have to be so fucking hot?
In my room, I plopped down on the bed over the covers and reached over to grab my phone. I hit her number and put it to
my ear, hoping she answered.
“This is Andrea,” she said.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hey, Tony.”
“I wanted to apologize for them interrupting us. Jim has an open invitation to my pool.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “We shouldn’t have…”
Her voice trailed off.
“Wasn’t it good?”
“Well, yeah, but I’m doing a story on you. I can’t keep it objective if we sleep together.”
“You can’t try?” I teased.
She laughed.
“You’re something else, Tony Carlotti.”
“That’s what they say.”
“What else do they say?”
“Are you back at work already?”
“No. It was late. I’m on my way home.”
“Oh,” I said.
“You sound disappointed.”
“I’m not, but I have some time to answer your questions if you want.”
“Sure,” she said. “It’s not going to take long.”
“I just want to make sure you have a good story. I’ve been getting a lot of bad press lately.”
“Well, you’re one of the highest paid players, but you act like…”
Again, she let her voice drift off.
“Act like what?”
“A kid still in college.”
I took a deep breath.
“Yeah, you’re not the only one to tell me that. Maybe I should listen.”
“You wouldn’t be suspended right now.”
“I’m not worried about a few games. As long as they let me back onto the team before the playoffs, I’m fine with it. I deserved the punishment.”
“Why are you so violent?”
I laughed.
“Seriously? You’re asking that to a football player?”
“You know what I mean. Not all players are as wild and crazy as you.”
“No, but none of them have the stats I do either.”
“Fair enough,” she said. “I’m almost home.”
“I was sad to see you leave.”
“About what happened…”
“Yeah?”
“I got carried away with myself. I don’t want you to think bad of me?”
“Because you’re attracted to a man like me?”
“Geez. You are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“Look, Tony. You’re great. Really. But…”
“Tell you what,” I interrupted. “Call me when you’re settled at home, and I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Really?”
“Really. This is something no one else knows at the moment.”
I smiled to myself.
“Okay. Give me about five minutes. Bye.”
She ended the call. I stared up at the ceiling, unable to wait even three-hundred seconds to talk to her again. The image of my fingers rubbing against her pussy in the pool would not go away.
Four minutes and twenty seconds later, I called her again.
“Hey, I’m walking in now. What’s your secret?”
“Are you sitting down and comfortable?”
“No, I’m walking in. Just tell me.”
“You should be sitting down.”
She sighed. “Fine. Hold on.”
Seconds ticked by.
“Okay, I’m on the couch. What’s up?”
“Me.”
“Excuse me?”
“That moment in the pool. You can’t say it didn’t affect you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I really don’t.”
I threw my towel back, exposing my cock.
“You ran out so quickly earlier.”
“Your friends came over.”
“Yeah, but I thought we could continue now.”
“What do you mean?”
“On the phone.”
“On the phone? I don’t understand?”
I wrapped my fingers around my cock.
“Talk dirty to me.”
She went silent. My heart beat faster as I waited.
“I called to interview you for my story.”
“I know, but you got me so excited in the pool. Are you saying you didn’t feel it?”
She sighed again.
“We don’t have to tell anyone. It’s safe this way. My cock is in my hand right now.”
“I should go…”
She did not end the call. I moaned.
“What are you wearing?”
“Really? Seriously?”
“Come on. You can’t tell me you’ve never done this before.”
“I haven’t,” she said.
“You should try. It’s easy.”
“This isn’t right…”
“I’m stroking myself now.”
“Describe it,” she said.
“My cock feels warm in my hand. It’s getting harder.”
“Go on…” she said softly.
“If you were here, I’d ask you to kiss it.”
“Uh huh…”
“And I would taste every inch of your body.”
“I hate my body.”
“Are you serious? You’re so perfect and beautiful.”
“Go on…”
“I’d start at your lips, kissing you passionately. Then I’d move to your neck.”
“Lower,” she whispered.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’d run my tongue over your nipples, making them hard and enjoying them.”
“Tony,” she moaned.
I stroked faster, my cock rock hard at the thought of her touching her pussy.
“My kisses move to your stomach then lower. I can smell your sex so fresh and clean.”
“Yes…”
“I’m licking your pussy now, teasing you.”
As her moans filled the phone, I lifted my hand to my mouth and spit in it.
“What are you doing right now?” she asked.
“I’m getting my dick wet with my spit, wishing it was yours.”
“Describe it.”
“It feels good as my fingers run up and down the smooth shaft. It’s so hard. What about you?”
“God, I’m wet!” she exclaimed. “Don’t stop talking.”
I moaned more loudly as I continued stroking.
“When you’re wet and ready, I get between your legs, teasing your pussy with the tip of my dick.”
“Yes…”
“I enter you in one quick motion. My dick is so hard. And you’re so wet and tight. It’s perfect.”
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
“I’m fucking you so hard right now.” I glanced down at my hand flying up and down my cock. “What about you?”
“It feels so good,” she whined. “Fuck me harder.”
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“It’s good,” she said, breathing heavily. “So good.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I’m so close.”
“Me too. Keep going. Let’s come together. I can feel myself inside you, thrusting in and out.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“You’re going to come so hard.”
My balls clenched up as I got closer to my orgasm.
“I’m close,” I said, breathing heavily too.
Her moans coming from my cell on speakerphone were music to my ears.
“Wait for me…”
“I’d wait forever for someone like you.”
“Oh, Tony, this is so wrong…”
“But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I closed my eyes, imagining her naked body. As I pretended it was her hand and not mine rubbing my dick up and down, I felt myself approaching the moment of no return.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Now. Do it now! I’m coming!”
Two more tugs, and I exploded, my warm, white cum shootin
g up into the air before landing on my stomach so thick and creamy. At the same time, she screamed out, panting heavily.
Both of us were silent for a moment as we enjoyed the afterglow. I heard her soft moans on the other end of the line. They gradually quieted down.
“Are you still there?” I asked.
“Yeah…” she answered.
“You okay?”
“Just confused. We shouldn’t have done this. I’m not even sure why…”
“It’s fine,” I said. “We don’t have to tell anyone, and it doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up.”
“Oh? You’re done with me now, huh? I feel so used.”
“That’s not what I meant at all. I want more – the real thing – but it’s your choice.”
“It wouldn’t work,” she said.
“Why? Because I’m a dumb jock?”
“No. That’s not it at all.” She paused. “I have to go. I’ll call you soon so we can do another interview.”
“Don’t go,” I pleaded to no avail.
After she ended the call, I took a few deep breaths before going to clean myself off in the shower. All the while, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about her.
Why am I so hung up on this woman?
None of it made sense, but I wasn’t complaining. At least not too much.
EIGHT
Tony
A Week Later
Seven days after having phone fun with Andrea, she still wasn’t answering my calls or text messages. Had I taken it too far? What was her problem? I decided to call and ask her out again. The story she had published about me was super short and nothing amazing, but I wanted to see her.
I’d not been able to stop thinking about our shared orgasms since they happened, especially since I was suspended and had very little else to do on a daily basis. In order to take our relationship to the next level, I chartered a helicopter to take us to a cabin in the mountains.
When I finally got in touch with her, she had resisted the idea at first, but I promised an exclusive story. I had no idea what to tell her, but it worked. She agreed to come with me for a weekend. Everything was set. Once I got my dick inside her, I’d be able to move on and forget her.
I hated that my mind worked that way, but over the years, I’d realized most women only wanted one thing – my money. Why was it wrong for me to only want one thing from them? I wondered as the limousine I’d rented took me to her house.
