by Ally Adams
I was stoked—that was the most amazing experience ever and pleasuring someone you are crazy about is as satisfying as being pleasured. Sex school was the best.
“Come up here to me,” he moaned.
I moved up the bed and wrapped myself around him, avoiding his wet patches. He looked at me with a mixed look of astonishment and satisfaction, a growl rumbling in his chest like a satisfied lion. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Was that okay?” I asked.
“Fuck, Al...iss, you are a very gifted student.”
“Maybe you should move me to the scholarship program,” I teased, trailing my fingers along his chest.
“Oh bella, you are there, my number one girl,” he said.
The rush of excitement filled me and I wondered if he meant I’m his girl, his only girl or just his top student. I didn’t want to think about it now, I just wanted to enjoy this, because it was fun and delicious and I was in love—the truth hit me—and Tomás was right... it was memorable. I would never, ever forget this experience and the journey to losing my virginity.
But tomorrow, Julieta—whoever she might be—was arriving.
Chapter 21
Game day and my first working game day for the Saints—I was a little nervous even though I was mainly in gatekeeper mode looking after what had already been set up. There was no post-morning glow and snuggling up to Tomás—he had a match to play and he was up super early. I felt his hand on my back, he nuzzled into my neck and told me not to get up, and after touching his lips on my neck, he rose and got to it. I wished him good luck and watched his superb body as he strode out of the room. I heard him down in the kitchen for a while and then in the shower but I kept out of his way to let him do his pre-game routines. I was happy to enjoy his scent in the bed just that little bit longer. I heard his motorbike start and he was gone.
I stretched out in his huge bed for another fifteen minutes or so before getting up. No hot yoga for me today, I had already enjoyed a good workout. Mm, I felt wet just thinking about it. Our next sex class was going to be penetration—Tomás’s words not mine—the official deflowering. I couldn’t wait, just take it Tomás, the sooner the better.
I forced myself out of his bed and away from the scene of the sex crime and into the shower. I put on my work outfit, this time with panties, and headed out. As I locked the front door, Valentina drove up in a sporty little red convertible and gave me a wave. She jumped out of the car, locking it.
“Alice,” she said. Bless her for remembering my name. That was hopeful.
“Hi Valentina,” I said, “I’m just heading off to work. Tomás has already gone.”
“Call me Tina, everyone does. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to catch up.”
“Thanks, me too.” I smiled. “Are you coming to the game?”
“Not today,” she said. “I often do but I’ve got a rehearsal. I sing at a jazz club on a Saturday and Sunday night,” she explained.
“Oh wow, that’s fantastic.”
“Come if you can; it would be great to see you there.” She sat back, leaning on the bonnet of her car. “Tomás is picking up a family friend from the airport this evening so he won’t be able to come with you, but bring a friend if you like.”
“I’d love to,” I said. “I used to love Sunday jazz afternoons at Clifton Street; I’d go with some of my college friends.”
“I’ve sung there,” she said. “It’s a good little venue. I’ll leave two tickets at the door under your name at the Buzz Club. I’m on early from six to seven, then a jazz swing band comes on from eight. Don’t sweat it if you can’t make it, there’s no set seating, they’re just entry tickets.”
“Thanks Tina, sounds great. I’d best get to work then,” I said and gave her a wave, departing. I still felt like a kid beside her, she was so voluptuous.
*****
I had gone to the first few Saints’ games with Mia on Lucas’s tickets but now that I was working with the Saints, I had my own two tickets allocated to me. I gave those to my brother Ryan and one of his friends. The staff seats weren’t as good as the WAG seats but they were still damn good.
I parked in the staff area and being nice and early, it was still easy to get around the grounds. The crowds wouldn’t start to arrive in earnest for about another thirty minutes or so. I took a few moments to get my mind on the job and check I had everything I needed—I wanted to make sure my boss Jim was happy with my performance today.
My predecessor had done a good job; today for my first day I just had to follow through... check that the Saints’ mascot showed up—another college student doing a part-time job in a large Saint Bernard dog suit—check the kids’ entertainers arrived and the post-game band was sorted, check the catering had arrived for the trainers and physios, and a few other bits and pieces were in place. It was all going like clockwork.
In no time the crowds were pouring in and thirty minutes before game time, I finished the event work I had to do on my checklist. I checked in at the VIP membership marquee to see if Jim and Kay needed a hand, then checked with Sasha in the media box to see if she was okay. Everyone was good, so, I was free to head up to the grandstand and sit next to Mia.
Earlier, Mia was doing work experience in the physio rooms but Lucas wanted her seated before he ran onto the ground so he could look for her, like a lucky charm. Tomás and I were new at this and we weren’t official, so while he offered me his complimentary seats in the WAG section, he didn’t mention anything about needing to spot me in the crowd. Damn shame.
Spotting Mia in place, I dropped into the seat next to her. She gave me a quick hug. She was always nervous before a match, and now we both were. And then the boys took to the grounds. The crowd was full on and the rival team—the Columbus Cats from Ohio—brought their own fans with them. They must have flown in by the thousands. The atmosphere was electric and only added to the tension. We gave the Cats a round of applause as they ran past our stand, but not everyone was as generous.
Then our Saints appeared, coming out of the run with Lucas in the lead. We saved our cheers for them and now my vested interest was even bigger. Behind Lucas I could see The Russian. Ed was in the pack, and I recognized German Nik from meeting him fleetingly at Lucas’s pre-season party and then my man Tomás appeared. Lucas looked our way and Mia smiled at him. He didn’t return it, just took it in and kept moving. Tomás didn’t look my way, but he was the picture of concentration; I guess there was a lot of pressure being a goalkeeper—if you let an opposition’s ball into the net and they score, it could be all over for your team unless the boot of Lucas and other players put more through the net at the other end. The game was much more exciting to me now that I knew some of the players personally and one in particular intimately.
Our team looked so good; so fit and ready as they did their warm-up around the grounds. The crowd was seriously enormous, and the stadium was bursting; it must have been both exciting and daunting to play in front of them. It was the first time we had played the Cats this season, but we had won against them twice last year and lost one, so they weren’t going to be a walkover. The players got into position and the siren blasted. The game was on.
I didn’t breathe for the first quarter, so it’s a wonder I’m still alive. Twice the ball went towards Tomás and he was totally on guard, not making any mistakes. The Cats were doing all they could to get the ball past him, and Tomás had the area well and truly covered. The Saints were having a good match but there was nothing in it yet. Neither team had scored until Harry in the striker position slipped one past the Cats’ goalkeeper and scored. It was his first ever goal for the Saints as a new kid on the block and the team and crowd loved it.
By halftime Lucas had put a goal in and it was a big score by soccer standards. Tomás had been under enormous pressure and the guys seated in front—I was eavesdropping for their commentary—said he had done a brilliant job. I smiled a satisfied smile—great on the ground and in bed... what more would you want
?
I held my breath as the Cats worked the ball back down their end of the ground again and Tomás came alive, moving in for the attack before they came too close to the goal. Backing him up, Jackson in defence was holding his own but the Cats still had a shot at goal and I inhaled sharply, watching the ball travel through the air as if it was in slow motion to the goal.
Tomás intervened, stopping the goal, and you could hear a collective sigh of relief followed by the roar from the Saints’ fans. He held the ball as if he was born with it in his hands, looked around for an unmarked Saints player and kicked it well over forty yards down the field, landing it in the secure orbit of Nik or the Kaiser as the boys called him. I breathed again. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the season. The Russian was having a solid game too, he was solid in every respect—that man was a wall.
When the fulltime siren went—thank the Lord because I was exhausted from watching—the Saints had won the game two goals to nil. The players were pumped, celebrating in a huddle, and the fans streamed onto the ground. Security tried to keep them back and get the players off the field but they had their work cut out for them. Mia and I hugged each other with relief. Praise the Saints for our Saints winning! I squirmed with pleasure, thinking where one Saints’ player’s tongue had been last night.
Chapter 22
I didn’t see Tomás after the game; he had to go to the club rooms for the usual post-match discussions, physio and media interviews. Then he was going straight to the airport. I sent him a text to congratulate him on a brilliant game. I wasn’t expecting a text back until he had access to his phone later and got sorted.
The usual post-match drinks were on at the Shaken Not Stirred bar, but I decided not to go this time; now that I worked in the office I didn’t want to O.D. on Saints—I saw plenty of some of the guys and didn’t want to look like a major groupie. Besides, my college friends weren’t going either because exam week was upon us. I was lucky that my final assessments were assignments and I didn’t have to cram for an exam.
Mind you, if I was with Tomás tonight, I would have gone to the post-match party, but he had to pick up that friend from the airport. Julieta—I wondered how friendly she really was. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about going alone though to hear Valentina. Mia wanted to come with me at six and then she organized to meet Lucas at the Shaken Not Stirred bar at seven-thirty. Valentina was performing for only an hour and I could drop Mia off to the bar on my way home and have a much-needed early night. It had been a huge week with work, Tomás’s sex classes and the conference—I was seriously wiped out. It didn’t help that I hadn’t been sleeping because Tomás dominated my every thought... so worth the sleep deprivation.
Mia looked up the address of the Buzz Club on her phone, while I drove in what I thought was the general direction.
“I love that you are coming with me, but you don’t have to,” I reminded her.
“I want to,” she said, with a quick glance in my direction. “We haven’t been to a jazz club for ages and with work and study we don’t see much of each other now, and I see plenty of Lucas. He won’t even notice I’m not there for the first hour while he dissects the game with the boys,” she said, pointing to the right hand turn up ahead.
“Oh he’ll notice, he likes to keep you in sight,” I teased. “It’s cute.”
“It is kind-of in a non-stalker way.” She grinned. “Do you see him in the office much?”
I shook my head. “Only once in my first week. My department, marketing, is on the other side of the building from football management, so unless they’re coming to see us about appearances or wanting merchandise, or to visit Ed and The Russian, we don’t see the players much.”
“What’s it like working next door to Ed and The Russian?” Mia asked. “They’re both hot.”
“I’m sorry, but aren’t you with the hottest guy in the team, except maybe for my Tomás?” I nudged her.
She laughed. “Yeah but I’m not dead, I can appreciate good art when I see it. The Russian is so big and Ed... mm, that velvety skin and those big soulful eyes.” She sighed.
I shook my head.
“What? You haven’t noticed?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
I bit my lip while I thought about it. “I might have.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. I heard The Russian has broken up with Leesa. She hasn’t been at the last few games.”
“I noticed. I only met her once though, and she was nice,” I agreed.
“Turn next left and we should be there,” Mia said. “He hasn’t said anything? The Russian?”
I shook my head. “No, he probably wouldn’t mention it around me or the girls anyway. You know what guys are like, they hardly wear their hearts on their sleeves.”
I pulled my car into the parking lot of the jazz bar, which was already packed and found a spot. We exited the car, I locked it and we made our way in. The doorman marked my name off and welcomed us. Inside the Buzz Club was great; moody and atmospheric. We grabbed a wine from the bar and found a few seats along the bench rows that faced the small, elevated stage. Tables were dotted around the room and a large oval dance space had attracted one slow dancing couple in front of the stage. Valentina was already on stage and her voice was perfectly soulful; she was all woman as she swayed and played up to her three piece band—one on keyboard, another on the sax and one on the horn. Her sound was rich and throaty and she wore a fitted black dress, low cut to show her full figure. I bet she was one of those girls at school who had curves years before the rest of us.
“Is that her?” Mia asked, whispering in my ear.
I nodded and touched her glass with mine in a toast.
“Wow,” Mia said. “I can see a bit of resemblance with Tomás, but she’s something.”
“I know.” We tapped along as Valentina started a new song: “Someone to Watch over Me” attracting whistles and applause—it must have been a favorite of her regulars.
More couples moved onto the dance floor, swaying in rhythm. She was mesmerizing and the song was so beautiful it made me a bit teary. Next she was joined on stage by an older man in a three-piece suit wearing a hat that suited him no end and they did a wonderful duet of When I Fall in Love.
“I’m so glad we came,” Mia said, her eyes wide.
“I know; how good is the mood in here?” I agreed. “I just wish Lucas and Tomás were with us and we could slow dance.”
Mia scoffed. “Yeah, not sure I could get Lucas on the dance floor unless he had a guitar in his hands.”
I imagined Tomás in a dark suit slow dancing with me to this song—I was in heaven just thinking about it. His sister was so talented. I wondered if she moved here to try and get more work or to launch her career.
Valentina had just started her third number when Mia nudged me. “We better get going then,” she said, finishing off her wine with one large gulp.
I looked at my watch. It was nearing quarter to seven and Valentina was only on until seven; still plenty of time to get Mia to the Shaken Not Stirred bar by seven-thirty.
“Oh, okay. Aren’t you enjoying this?” I asked, wondering why she wanted to cut early when she had been happy to stay for the one hour set beforehand.
“It’s great, but I’ve got to go to the ladies’ and it’s getting packed in here,” she said, looking over at the ladies’ toilet. “Perhaps we should start exiting.”
“Sure.” I shrugged. I finished my few sips of wine and grabbed my bag to follow her. She grabbed my arm with some urgency and then I saw why. I heard why first—someone yelled out the name ‘Tomás’ and I looked to Valentina whose face had lit up as she looked to the door. Tomás was standing there and under his arm and wrapped around him was a beautiful woman—slim, with dark long-flowing hair, big breasts and a tiny waist, she just came up to his shoulders. I turned to Mia and she was biting her lip, looking at me.
I looked back. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene at the door. Tomás grinned at Valentin
a as if he was delighted to get there in time while she was still performing. A waiter showed them to a small reserved table at the front right of stage. Tomás and Julieta—assuming that was her—were more than friends by the look of it, much, much more and Valentina was delighted to see them. Then, to put an end to any of my doubts, Valentina said, “ah ladies and gentlemen, my brother Tomás who you may know and his girlfriend, Julieta. Did you win?” she asked him.
I couldn’t see Tomás for a moment but everyone cheered acknowledging he did. Mia said my name and I nodded.
“Let’s go,” I agreed. We forgot about the trip to the ladies’ toilet and made out way towards the door. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. Tides of nausea and grief were riding up from my stomach. I had fallen in love with this man; my lips were on him late last night and early this morning. Was he seeing other people all that time and just making sure I had a memorable loss of virginity experience? Had I read it so completely wrong? Was it completely my fault and was I a total idiot?
Mia’s hand looped through my arm and she took over, leading the way to the door—I walked there in a daze. There were lots of people moving around and I tried to blend in behind them and not make eye contact but I couldn’t help but look at them. They were this beautiful, sexy couple, the royalty of the room—it was a horror movie. I expected everyone to turn and look at me in unison and laugh.
As we got near the door Tomás looked away from her and towards the waiter who passed me. His eyes flicked from the waiter to me and realization dawned. I saw his eyes widen and his lips said my name and then I was gone, through the door with Mia and racing towards my car. I unlocked it and we fell into it. I just wanted to get away as fast as I could. I started the car, drove forward and turned right up the street. Mia said nothing; she reached over and put her hand on my leg which was shaking.
