Score

by Jessica Ashe

  “How old was this guy anyway?” Jaxon asked. “I know it doesn’t really make a difference, but it just helps for context.”

  “Late forties or early fifties perhaps. Far too old for me to be attracted to him in any way, if that’s what you’re asking. And we had nothing in common outside of our interest in the Middle East. We talked about that for a bit and then I tried to leave. He said I should take a tour first.”

  “Let me guess, the tour included the bedroom?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied. “I never agreed to go. At this point I knew something was a little off, so I insisted on leaving, but he suddenly reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. I just stood there; I couldn’t move. In seconds he completely changed from this kind professor to a leery predator.”

  “Did he touch you?” Jaxon asked through gritted teeth. “If he did then—”

  “Not anywhere… intimate,” I interrupted. “He did grab my arm when I tried to leave, but eventually I wriggled free of him. He kept insisting that I was being a prick tease, and that I should just let my hair down for once. He got an erection, and pressed it against my leg. It was gross. I kept apologizing to him, believe it or not. I thought perhaps I might have led him on in some way. I still wonder that sometimes.”

  “You can stop thinking that right away,” Jaxon insisted. “You did nothing of the sort. He knew full well you were not interested in him, but just wanted to see if he could use his influence over a young student. It’s sickening.”

  “I suppose. As I went to leave, he threatened to fail me in the classes I was taking with him. I know it sounds stupid, but that thought shook me up even more than what I had just been through inside his house. It wasn’t until I next saw my boyfriend at the time that I realized the experience of the professor touching me had done me a lot of mental harm. At first, I’d just been fixated on the grade threat.”

  “Did you go to counseling?” Jaxon asked.

  “No, I didn’t need to. Honestly,” I added, when I saw Jaxon’s look of disbelief. “I did move past it without professional help. Like I said, the worst he did was press himself against me, and in my head I compared that to drunken frat boys dancing with me at a party. I didn’t believe he would follow through with the threat, but he did. I couldn’t focus in class much, but I was still better than most of the people in that room. I didn’t deserve to fail. After that, I couldn’t focus in any class that was in any way related to Middle East studies, including my Arabic language classes, so I failed those as well.”

  “Why didn’t you report it to the university?” Jaxon asked.

  “It would have just been my word against his. I would have looked like a bitter student complaining about her grades. Besides, he was only there for the summer, and then he went back to the West Coast. I didn’t have to see him again and that was just fine by me.”

  “Have you told anyone this? Your father would want to know.”

  “He’s the last person I’d tell,” I said. “Dad was busy growing the business. The last thing he needed was for me to give him something else to worry about.”

  “You should give your dad more credit. He’s a great guy. I don’t know what he did to end up with my mom, but you should feel able to talk to him.”

  “You sound like kind of a hypocrite right now,” I said. “You still haven’t told your father that you’re ill again, and you never even told your mom the first time.”

  “Fair point,” Jaxon replied.

  He took my hand in his again and even though he gripped it slightly tighter than was comfortable, I could tell he was at least trying to remain calm and collected. No doubt he would still love the opportunity to punch Professor Kingsly—and I’d love to be there to watch—but that wouldn’t solve anything and Jaxon could do without the added stress right now.

  “Let’s go look at the field,” I said, standing up and lightly pulling on Jaxon’s arm, before remembering that we shouldn’t be seen together holding hands. I reluctantly let go of his hand and together we walked down to the field.

  Jaxon walked over to the tunnel where the players emerged from, and pretended he was walking on to the pitch at the start of the game. I couldn’t help but laugh. He must have done that for real hundreds of times, yet here he was pretending to do it as if he were just a regular fan pretending to live the dream.

  “What?” Jaxon asked when he caught me smiling at him.

  “Nothing,” I replied. “It’s just cute watching you that’s all.”

  “You do it,” Jaxon said. “Come on, it’s fun.” Jaxon put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me back into the tunnel. I knew the two teams lined up in the tunnel next to each other and then walked on to the field side-by-side. I looked out at the field and walked slowly out of the tunnel, trying to imagine that tens of thousands of people were cheering for me. Jaxon was right, this was a lot of fun.

  “I take it from the big grin on your face that you liked it?” Jaxon asked. “It never gets old. Even when you’re walking out onto a pitch where everyone hates you, it’s still a real thrill.”

  I stood next to Jaxon as we took in the empty stands, both of us pretending they were full of people. Once I’d done a full circle, I turned to look back at Jaxon. We hadn’t kissed since last night and that had been over before it had even started. If our parents hadn’t been in the house we would have ended up having sex. I’d been desperate for him. My legs had parted without me even realizing it, and when I felt his penis growing, pressing against me, my sex had immediately started gushing.

  I’d never needed sex like that before. That passion hadn’t existed with my ex-boyfriends and four years ago I’d been a virgin. I’d wanted to have sex with Jaxon back then, but I’d also been scared and uncertain about what it would be like. I still didn’t know exactly what it would be like to fuck Jaxon, but at least I knew what I was doing now. I had a vague idea of the pleasure I would be in for when he entered me, and that idea occupied my mind fully.

  “I want to kiss you so much right now,” Jaxon whispered. He stared down at me, looking deep into my eyes and reading my mind. My breathing quickened as I simultaneously imagined him kissing me while trying to resist the urge to do exactly that. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to have him more than ever.

  “Let’s go home,” I said. “Dad and Carrie should be at work.” The words escaped my lips before I appreciated their significance. I’d just proposed we go home and fuck. No date this time. I was going to go home and fuck my stepbrother while our parents were out. This was completely surreal.

  “No,” Jaxon said. “I can’t wait that long.” He looked up at the stands again and pointed to the executive boxes at the top. “Up there. Lead the way up to those suites where we’ll have some privacy.”

  I had to consult my map to get up to the top and we had to try four different suites before we found one unlocked, but finally we were alone in a room with a sofa and—more importantly—some privacy.

  “Take me,” I moaned. “Let’s pretend the last four years never happened.”

  Her words didn’t sound real. I’d heard a lot of good news in my time, like when Liverpool United said they would pay me an extortionate salary for running around a soccer field once a week, but I’d never heard words as good as those. Take me. Let’s pretend the last four years never happened.

  After the kiss last night, all we’d really done was talk. I’d held her hand, but we’d both had secrets we needed to get off our chests, and at one point we almost slipped into a platonic zone where we would never get to make things physical.

  I knew Jenny still had concerns about being spotted with me by her dad, but clearly she had put those fears to one side for the time being. She looked up at me with a hungry passion in her eyes. Her eyes held love’s fire, and I wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity.

  My hand reached out and grasped the back of her head before pulling her towards me. Our lips crashed together like they had done last night, but this time neit
her of us had any intention of letting things stop at just a kiss.

  Her hands wrapped around me, and her fingers dug into my muscles. At times I still thought of her as the virgin eighteen-year-old she had been four years ago, but now she was proving herself to be anything but innocent.

  “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you, tasting you, and fucking you every which way possible. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

  “Neither can I,” she replied.

  I kissed her neck softly and began unbuttoning her blouse as she whimpered under my touch. I looked down at her firm breasts, and couldn’t believe that this time I would get to see them freed from her bra. I’d never been this excited to screw someone. Even my first time with a woman hadn’t sent my heart racing like this.

  My fingers unhooked her bra while Jenny worked on unbuttoning my shirt. She eyed my chest as greedily as I eyed hers, and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I grabbed both her arms and pushed her over to the sofa, letting her fall gently onto her back.

  She pulled up her skirt so that she could open her legs, then she spread them slightly so that I could land between them. My hands went straight for her breasts, massaging them firmly and pinching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She groaned loudly under my touch. Four years ago she’d flushed red with embarrassment when I’d touched her, but now she was full of passion and raw desire.

  I took her left nipple between my mouth and sucked hard, before taking it between my teeth and lightly pulling away. She groaned again, and grasped the back of my head firmly. If she was in any pain, she certainly didn’t want me to stop.

  I did the same with the other breast, but I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed to taste her. I’d been thinking about how Jenny’s pussy would taste since the moment I’d laid eyes on her, and now I finally had the chance send my tongue deep into her folds.

  My lips moved down her stomach, lightly planting kisses on the way down to her waistline. My fingers unzipped the skirt at the side, and I pulled it down to reveal her panties already damp with passion.

  I kissed the inside of both her thighs, slowly working my way down to her sex. She kept thrusting herself towards my mouth, desperate to have me touch her, but I resisted until my lips had kissed every inch of both her thighs.

  I pressed my tongue against her panties and got my first taste of her. Jenny’s panties were soaked with her essence, and I couldn’t get enough of it. The sweet taste was everything I’d dreamed it would be.

  Jenny tried to pull her panties off, but I wouldn’t let her. The wait was driving me wild, but it was doing the same to her, and I wanted to feel her explode when I finally touched her. My tongue found her swollen bud through her panties and pressed against it, making Jenny gasp for breath.

  “Please,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  I should have made her wait longer, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my fingers under her waistband and pulled her panties off in one smooth motion, before looking down at Jenny lying naked before me.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” I said. I meant every word of it. Everything from her face, as she lay there waiting for me to pleasure her, to her firm breasts, and the pussy that looked so good I just had to taste it for real.

  “Hurry up and eat me,” she replied.

  Yeah, Jenny was no sweet and innocent eighteen-year-old any more. My lips went straight to her folds. No more teasing; I didn’t have the strength for it. When her essence reached my lips, my reaction was to stick my tongue straight inside her tunnel, just to taste as much of her as possible.

  “I can’t believe how good you taste,” I moaned. “So sweet. Fuck, I could eat this perfect cunt all day.”

  My tongue explored her folds, but I took my time working my way up to her clit. Jenny kept trying to hurry things up, but I knew that just meant I had her right where I wanted her. Finally, I let my tongue flick lightly against her engorged clit and then pressed my entire tongue against it, gradually increasing the pressure as she squirmed under my touch.

  Her bud swelled as I took it between my lips and flicked my tongue against it. Jenny’s legs wrapped around me, keeping me clasped tightly against her as if she were afraid I might stop at any second. There was no chance of that happening.

  I teased a finger against her entrance and then slowly slid it inside her wet sex. My finger slipped in easily, but her tight hole grasped it firmly. Jenny groaned loudly when I began rubbing against the upper wall of her tunnel.

  “You’re so tight,” I whispered. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

  I ignored her and went back to sucking on her clit while my finger worked away inside her. I could tell she was close, and I wanted to taste her as she came in my mouth.

  Her fingers wove into my hair, but she didn’t seem to know whether she wanted to pull my head away or press it harder against her sex. Eventually she opted for the latter, as she pressed my mouth against her pussy. I slipped another finger inside her as her breathing increased.

  Eventually she started squirming aggressively under me, and I had to use my spare arm to keep her sex against my mouth.

  “I’m coming,” she moaned. “Keep going. God, I’m so close. So close.”

  She could barely breathe now. Her hands gripped hold of the sofa for support, and then she arched her back into the air and came hard. I lapped up the wetness gushing out of her as she shook uncontrollably.

  Finally, her back rested down on the sofa again and the spasms in her muscles subsided. I reluctantly pulled my lips away from her sweet pussy and pulled down my pants. I sheathed myself with a condom from my wallet and crawled up between her legs to kiss her.

  Jenny was still panting, but she managed to whisper “fuck me, fuck me” over and over again. My cock teased against her entrance until she used her legs to push me inside her. I moved my hips slowly to push my thick cock deeper and deeper. Many women had complained about my cock being a little thicker than they were used to, and Jenny was tight as hell so it was bound to be a little uncomfortable for her. She did grimace a few times, but whenever I slowed down she gave me a light kick to tell me to go further.

  When I was completely inside her, I stopped and admired her underneath me. Her face was red and I could feel the sweat on her chest as I lay on top of her. I had a lot going on in my life, but right now all I could think about was Jenny. As far as I was concerned, I was the luckiest man alive.

  I thrust slowly until Jenny got used to my thickness, and then moved quicker when she insisted I stop holding back. Evidently, Jenny was not one for slow sex, at least not with me.

  “Don’t go slow,” she moaned. “Please. I’ve needed this for so long. Just fuck me hard. Don’t be gentle.”

  If I got too aggressive I’d likely hurt her, but I did heed her words of encouragement and started pounding her without worrying about trying to slow down or delay the orgasm that was going to come a lot quicker than it usually did.

  I grabbed Jenny’s legs and lifted them up in the air, pushing her knees back to her ears, and then slammed myself against her. Her eyes opened wide as my cock filled her insides and brushed against the same spot I had been rubbing before with my fingers.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. “I’m not going to last long.”

  Jenny looked up at me, too weak after her orgasm to do anything but beg me to go harder and faster. Right then I knew this wouldn’t be a one off. Neither of us would be able to resist this for long. I felt the orgasm rushing forward, but I was helpless to slow it down. Even knowing we would do this again didn’t help. The wait had been too long. Jenny was too perfect.

  I slammed into her one last time and then shook as I came hard, completely filling the condom. Jenny looked up at me panting heavily and I realized she had come again just before or maybe even dur
ing my orgasm.

  I collapsed on top of her and reluctantly pulled my cock out of her tight hole. If I hadn’t been such an idiot, I could have done that with Jenny four years ago. I didn’t know how much time I had, but I intended to spend as much of that time as possible in bed with Jenny. At this point, I didn’t even care who knew about it.

  Jaxon wanted to take me to a hotel so we could put on a couple of repeat performances, but I didn’t want to do anything that would arouse suspicion. Dad would think it was odd if I didn’t come home and I’m an awful liar. He’d notice something was wrong in seconds.

  I barely slept that night. I hadn’t been with a lot of men, but in my limited experience, once I started having sex with someone we were able to do it whenever we wanted. That honeymoon period never lasted as long as I liked, but it was good all the same.

  Jaxon and I, on the other hand, had sex just once and then had to sleep in separate beds. That was the last thing I wanted. My body craved him. I considered sneaking into his room, but the thought of being caught in the act by my dad acted as a pretty good cold shower.

  The first thing I did when I woke up was send my boss an email to tell him that I would be spending the day with Jaxon again. I didn’t even bother to make up a convincing story. He would be so excited at the progress he assumed I was making that he wouldn’t care. It struck me as a little odd that I was getting out of work by being honest—sort of—about how I planned to spend my day, but so be it.

  Dad left the house first to open up whichever of the the shops he was going to work at today, but Carrie didn’t leave until ten o’clock. It was just typical of her that she picked today as the one day to leave late. She’d been up late working, so she wasn’t exactly slacking off, but it was still frustrating nonetheless.

  I watched Carrie’s car pull out of the driveway from my bedroom window. The second it had disappeared from sight I turned and practically ran to the door, desperate to get to Jaxon’s room as soon as possible. He beat me to it. I hadn’t even made it to my door when he opened it and charged into my room, throwing me down onto the bed.