by Kizzie Hayes
“If they did, they we would never have met and you wouldn’t be teaching me how to bang hot football players.”
Daphne said, rounding the corner to their room. Emma was talking a million miles an hour, but Daphne could not hear a word she said. When she looked up at her door, plain as day, was standing Luke. He was looking at her with a wicked smile, spreading on his face.
“Oh no,” Daphne said, dropping her hand to her side.
She could still hear Emma screaming “hello” into the phone, but she could barely breathe. Daphne could tell by the look on Luke’s face he had heard her. Daphne pressed “end” on her phone and looked up at Luke who was facing her with a lopsided grin.
“I can explain,” Daphne said, walking over to him.
“Not sure I know what you mean,” Luke said sarcastically.
“Emma was just, um—I needed some advice on what to say to you.”
“So, you and your friend tricked me into thinking we couldn’t date?”
“No, that part was true. I just didn’t know how to approach—God, sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, I’m flattered you put that much thought into it. It’s kinda hot, not gonna lie. I mean since you put in all of this effort to get me here, aren’t you gonna invite me in?”
Daphne looked around to make sure no one was in the halls and nodded. She keyed into the room and pushed the door open.
“After you, Daphne.”
Daphne walked in, and dropped her bag on the floor. She heard Luke shut the door behind her.
“Will your roommate mind me being here?” Luke asked, jutting his chin toward Emma’s side of the room.
“No, she’s at her dad’s until tomorrow,” Daphne said, knotting her fingers together.
Luke walked closer to her and his eyes seemed to focus on something behind her. Daphne followed his stare to see the bottle of lube and the vibrator sitting on her pillow.
“Oh my God!” Daphne said, shoving the paraphernalia under her pillow.
“Hey, I don’t judge,” Luke said, holding up his hands and smiling at her.
Daphne’s cheeks were on fire.
“No, I didn’t put that there. My roommate has a sick sense of humor. She bought it for me. I swear I’ve never used that thing,” Daphne said, sitting down on the bed and covering her face with her hands.
She felt Luke sit beside her. He reached up and pulled her hands from her face.
“It’s cute that you’re embarrassed, but even if you did, it doesn’t bother me, okay?” Luke said, holding her hand.
Daphne took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did she buy it for you?”
Daphne wondered what she should say. Should she tell him about Dennis? Something about bringing up an ex right now felt wrong.
“It’s just been a while and she thought she was helping.”
“I see.”
Daphne felt the tension build between them like crackling electricity. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to make the first move. She turned to say something, but before she could, his lips were on hers. Daphne moaned into his kiss as his tongue moved inside her mouth. He climbed on top of her, kissing her jaw, her neck and kissing her breasts through her shirt. His hands roamed up her thighs, squeezing her hips and ass. Every nerve was tingling and she wanted to rip off her clothes.
“You okay?” Luke asked, kissing her neck, “I can stop if you want me to.”
Daphne didn’t want him to stop. She shook her head and smiled down at her, pulling off his shirt. It seemed every muscle on his body was ultra-defined. Her mouth went dry as she traced the cut of his broad chest. Daphne sat up and pulled off her shirt. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her.
“Damn, Daphne,” he said, looking down at her smooth, muscular body.
He leaned down kissing her ankles, her calves, her thigh and her pussy through her panties. Daphne arched her back as he pulled the panties to the side and licked her. Daphne had never had a man eat her before. He sucked on her clit, moaning like he was savoring her taste. Daphne felt the familiar build-up, like when she was in the shower. She guided his head deeper inside of her, and he grabbed her thighs as she came hard on his face.
“Holy shit,” Daphne said, looking down at him.
He looked up at her and licked his lips.
“You taste good, baby.”
Daphne covered her face, feeling embarrassed. He climbed on top of her, pulling her hands off her face.
“I’m gonna have to teach you to stop being so embarrassed in front of me. You’re so sexy, Daphne, and I’m gonna fuck you. That’s a promise. And you will cum. That’s also a promise. So look at me. We’re gonna be good together so relax, okay?”
He leaned down and kiss her, and Daphne grinned into his grin tasting herself on his lips. Luke reached under the pillows and pulled out the lube and the vibrator.
“What are you doing?” Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Seeing what you like,” he said, winking at her, “Take your bra off.”
Daphne obeyed. He bit his lips, leaned down and started sucking on her breasts. His tongue swirled from breast to breast, teasing and biting down on her nipples. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. Daphne closed her eyes savoring the pressure of his lips when she heard the lube squirt out.
“Shh, relax, baby,” he said between kisses.
Before she could say anything he sucked hard on her breast and slid the vibrator inside of her. Daphne cried out as an all-consuming orgasm rippled through her body. She was screaming his name now, but he kept sucking on her and shoving the vibrator deeper inside of her. It was like she was falling outside of her body. He pulled it out while she was still cumming and flipped her over. He slapped her ass hard and then she felt his lips kiss her backside. He was licking and kissing her back and rubbing his finger over her pussy, making her wetter and wetter.
“I’m gonna be gentle so I don’t hurt you, okay?”
Daphne could barely think let alone talk. She heard his jeans hit the floor and when she looked back, he was arching her ass high in the air. She watched him rub lube on his cock. It was hard, thick, long and she was wondering if she could take all of it.
“I’ll be easy, baby. Just relax,” he said, spreading her thighs apart.
Daphne nodded and moaned as his huge dick slid inside of her. It was so good to feel full. She had never felt so full. He moved slowly and squeezed her ass with his hands. Daphne was adjusting to him and grinding her hips into him. It felt so good.
“You can go faster,” Daphne said.
Luke didn’t answer her. Not in words anyway. He started slamming into her. Daphne met him stroke for stroke. It was wild, animalistic. It wasn’t the quick, missionary-style with Dennis. It was fucking and she came again and again. He flipped her over and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slid back into her. It was so much deeper this way. And she could see Luke’s sexy, defined body. Every muscle was rigid as he ground into her. He was literally massaging her clit with his dick.
It felt like he was worshiping her, like her pleasure was the most important thing in this bed. He spread her legs wide, still grinding into her, and lay on top of her on the bed. Daphne pulled him closer, kissing him and pushing her hips into him. She wanted to show him she could take all of him, that she wanted all of him inside of her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Luke said, moving faster inside of her.
She felt him tense and empty himself into her. He kissed her again and lay down beside her until they drifted to sleep.
*****
Daphne woke the next morning with a start. It took her mind a moment to process that it was Saturday. Luke was asleep beside her snoring softly with his arm around her. She didn’t have the heart to wake him, but she really had to use the bathroom. She eased him off of her and climbed out of bed. When she stepped onto the floor her bo
dy ached with soreness. Her legs were sore, her back and so were her lady parts.
“Ow,” Daphne said, trying to walk.
She heard a light chuckle from the bed, and whipped around to see Luke watching her.
“Something wrong?” Luke asked, sitting upright in her bed.
Daphne felt embarrassed because she was naked, but glancing over at him, so was he and he didn’t seem to care.
“Hey,” Daphne said, crossing her arms over her naked breasts.
“What did I tell you about being shy?” Luke said, raising an eyebrow at her.
“It’s just weird when you’re not—in the mood,” Daphne said, pulling her bathrobe off the door.
“Would you like to be in the mood?” he said, biting his lip at her.
“Um, give me a second to recover from my high vaginal sprain.”
Luke burst out laughing at her. “Wow, I’ve never heard that before.”
“Really? I thought the famous Luke didn’t have any room for new experiences with women.”
“Well, don’t believe all of the hype.”
Daphne looked down at the floor and then back up at Luke. She did not want to have any false expectations. She still had a couple years of school to go and he was on his way out. It could never work out. It was fun while it lasted.
“What’s that face for?” Luke asked, “Come here. Why are you so far away anyway? Come back to bed.”
Daphne obeyed and crawled back in the bed.
“So, why are you looking at me like you’re about to kick me out of your room?” Luke asked, holding her hand.
“I’m not holding you to anything. I mean you don’t have to stick around.”
“I’m not following. Did you really want this to just be a one-time thing?” Luke blanched and he looked at her like he was confused.
“Me? No, I just—I just thought that’s what you athletes do.”
“You athletes?”
“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant. It’s just—why are you here Luke?”
“Cause I like you and you invited me in your room.”
“No, no, at this school. It just seems suspicious to me that you had this great life at UCLA and you come to this no rank school in the middle of nowhere.”
Luke pulled away from her and Daphne felt the atmosphere dull between them. Luke climbed off the bed without saying a word and started getting dressed.
“Where are you going?” Daphne asked.
“I’m leaving. That’s what you want right?”
“What? No. Stop. I just want to understand.”
“Then ask me, Daphne. Ask me, not accuse me of having some dirty secret.”
Daphne froze, still watching him put on his clothes.
“Luke, I’m sorry. Please stay. I want to understand. It’s just. I don’t know how to do this.”
Luke turned around to face her, still looking hurt. He was standing by the door like he was wrestling with going or staying. Daphne rose from the bed and threw her arms around him. He did not hug her back at first, but slowly he wrapped his arms around her. Daphne felt his body relax, and he exhaled.
“Come back to bed. Let’s talk, please?” Daphne said, grabbing his hand.
He nodded and they sat on the bed facing each other in silence.
“My mom is sick,” Luke said, looking off at some spot on the wall.
Daphne stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.
“She lives about thirty minutes away from here. She’s, um, she’s dying, Daphne. She has breast cancer.”
Luke stiffened like he was trying to be strong. Daphne felt guilt weigh down heavy on her shoulders.
“Only Coach knows. That’s why they took me so late. I couldn’t stay so far away when we don’t know. She’s had it for years now so we knew it was any day now. It doesn’t make it any easier, but now you know.”
Daphne hugged Luke as hard as she could.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea. God, I’m such an idiot.”
He kissed her neck and hugged her tight.
“It’s okay. I would be suspicious too. I don’t want any fuss. My mom didn’t want me to come, but I had to. You remind me a lot of her. She’s sassy like you and she doesn’t take crap from anybody, especially me.”
Daphne laughed, sitting beside him.
“I want us to try, Daphne.”
“Me too.”
“My mom will be at the first game next week. I’d like you to meet her. This is probably the only game she will be able to come to so you can’t say no.”
“Oh, no pressure right?” Daphne said, smirking at him, “Of course, I will. Coach is going to kill us if he finds out.”
“I graduate in a year. If you want us to keep it under wraps, I will. If you want me to talk to Coach, I will. I just know that I want to try.”
“Let’s keep it under wraps until you start winning us games. That way if anything goes wrong, they can’t blame me.”
“Wow, thanks for the confidence.”
Luke and Daphne laughed.
“No, you’re right. I need to prove myself. I got into a lot of stuff at my old school. Some I’m not proud of. I think I just need to be in a position where I can focus on what’s important. I really want you to be a part of this new me and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that, okay?”
Daphne nodded, feeling her chest swell.
Luke went to speak when the door opened. Emma walked in looking from Luke to Daphne. A smile broke onto Emma’s face and she started squealing.
“God, I’m good,” Emma said, walking over to them.
“Oh Lord,” Daphne said, cupping her face in her hands.
“Hi, I’m Emma,” Emma said, extending her hand to Luke.
“Hey, I’m Luke, Daphne’s boyfriend, but I guess you know that,” Luke said, shaking Emma’s hand.
“Boyfriend!” Emma said, squealing again.
“Emma, our ears,” Daphne said, throwing a pillow at Emma.
Emma caught it and threw it back.
“I’ll be on my way. Just wanted to drop off my clothes. My dad’s new family is not that bad. I’ll tell you about it later,” Emma said, turning to leave.
“Emma’s dad is Coach Daniels,” Daphne said to Luke who was looking confused.
“Oh? You might want to keep our little secret then,” Luke said.
“Even better. I will use my magic powers to hopefully get his blessing,” Emma said, planting her hands on her narrow hips.
“Um, no thank you,” Daphne and Luke said in unison.
Emma squealed something about them speaking in time being cute and then she scooted out of the door.
“Will she be cool?” Luke asked, looking nervously at the door.
“Yep. She’s fine, but I do have a problem though,” Daphne said, untying her robe.
Luke watched her and bit his bottom lip.
“And what’s that?” Luke asked, inching closer to her.
“I’m the only one in this bed that’s naked.”
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 16 of 44
Sharing Seals
"I can't believe your room looks exactly the same," Kevin said, walking into the small bedroom at the top of the old house and reaching up to tap the bunkbed wall with one palm.
He turned around and tossed his canvas duffel bag to the floor. The clothing inside made a dull thump when it hit the worn, aged wooden boards and the canvas sagged as if it was as tired after their long trip as he was. Patrick stepped in and looked around the space with a nostalgic sparkle in his eye. He sighed, one hand clasped around the woven strap of the identical canvas duffel bag looped over his shoulder and Kevin saw a soft smile touch his best friend's lips.
There were so many memories in that space and they were all reflected in Patrick's gaze as he looked at each piece of furniture, each poster, and each reminder of his younger years throughout the bedroom. It was as if he had never walked out of it six years
before when they left together to join the Navy. Now with the years of SEAL training and their first tour behind them, they were finally back in their hometown. Even though they felt completely different, much of what they had seen had proven that nothing had really changed in the little town where they had both grown up.
"It hasn't," Patrick said.
"It's like your parents kept it as a shrine to you."
Patrick laughed and stepped into the room, seemingly broken out of the sentimental spell that had been cast over him by the sight of his childhood bedroom by his best friend's sarcasm. He dropped his bag to the floor beside Kevin's and immediately clambered up the ladder onto the top bunk of his old bunkbeds.
He had never had a sibling that occupied the bottom bunk, but he had asked for the beds when he was six, and, like always, his parents had obliged. When he met Kevin just a few weeks later, it was like he was being given the brother that was supposed to go into that second bed and his instant best friend ended up spending what seemed like just as much time, if not more, in that bottom bunkbed throughout their childhood than he did in his own bed at his home.
"That's fine with me. Maybe that's what made them keep the house rather than selling it when they retired to Florida. They didn't want to interrupt a historical landmark."
Now it was Kevin's turn to laugh and flop onto his back on the lower bunk so that his position mimicked that of his lifelong best friend on the bed above him. He reached up and ran his fingers along the faded marks of the words and drawings that they had made there over the years. It was like looking at a collage of their lives, the handwriting and themes of the sentiments changing and becoming sharper and edgier as the boys grew older and the lines layered on top of the softer, more playful inscriptions of their younger years.
"That's a plausible idea," he said. "But I think it has a whole lot more to do with them wanting you to finally settle down and find some girl to marry and have a horde of little babies with. They figured that if you had a house to live in, you would just have to fill it up with a family or it wouldn't make sense."
"Yeah," Patrick said. "That will definitely be happening some time soon." Kevin heard him give a derisive laugh. "After six years in the Navy, I have no interest in getting tied down. They are just going to have to be happy with me living here with an equally not tied-down roommate for the time being."
