Page 33 of The Night We Met

“Oh. Okay. Good. That’s good.” Kamryn responds jittery.

“Okay,” I start and sit up with her still in my lap, “Baby I don’t want you to be nervous. Not around me. I can assureyou that when we do get to that stage in our relationship, we’ll be perfect together.”

“So we stick to first base?” Kam asks as she moves to trail kisses on my jaw to my neck. Her hands snake under my shirt and tease my abs causing them to constrict.

“What’s your idea of first base, sweetheart?” I gather her hair in one hand. She moves closer and rolls her hips over my now hard cock.

“Lots and lots of kissing.”

“What else?” This girl is gonna make me lose my mind. “How fast til we’re at second base?”

She takes her hands out from under my shirt. “Over the clothes touching and groping. No skin on skin.”

I groan from the loss of her skin on mine.

“As for how fast we get to second base. That’s up in the air.”

I take her face in mine and smash our mouths together. My tongue seeks entrance right away and hers meets mine stroke for stroke. My breathing stutters to a halt. This is our first kiss not outside or in front of a crowd. It’s just us. The realization has my heartbeat kicking up speed.

I flip our positions and rest my weight on her. Kamryn’s legs wrap around my waist as she rolls her hips into me. She breaks the kiss and I take the moment to trail a path down her jaw, kissing her neck that has her moaning, and down to her chest.

We make eye contact as I hover over her chest. Her eyebrow lifts in a challenge.

So I take it. I take a shirt covered nipple in my mouth and tease the other one with enough pressure that it makes her eyes roll back and a moan slip free. I take my other hand and trail it down to her legging -covered legs. I feel the heat between her legs. Knowing she’s just asaffected as I am turns me on even more. Her legs spread further as my thumb brushes her clit.

I pull away from her chest and look into her eyes as I rub her clit through her leggings. The hitch in her breath. How she strangles my forearm as I sense she’s getting closer.

When she stops breathing, I plunge my tongue into her mouth just as she falls over the edge. I feel a dampening as I continue to rub her from opening to clit. I rub her through her orgasm before slowing down my movement. Our kiss slows to where I just peck her face with kisses until she’s a giggling mess beneath me.

“First base is good,” Kamryn says when her laughter subsides.

The look in her eyes has me wanting to pinch myself. How did I get so lucky? I'll have to thank Sarah for introducing us.

“So, a few more dates until a homerun...got it,” I say with a wink.

“Easy buddy,” she starts with a chuckle, “I’m looking for quality dates.”

And quality dates are what she gets.

“Blue, forty-five. Blue forty-five!” My center snaps the ball to my waiting hands and I drop back in the pocket. Scanning the field for my receiver. I spin out of an almost tackle and pray that my offense holds the defense off so we can gain some yards.

One of my receivers breaks free as I run a couple yards down field before throwing it to him on my run. A lineman manages to tackle someone from the opposing team before one of my guys is brought down at the twenty-yard line.

We’re playing against one of our conference rivals on Homecoming weekend. Alumni, boosters, and fans pack the stadium. Nothing like the rush we get when we have a home game. But with the game, the stakes are higher. This game determines whether or not we make it to the playoffs. It’s the fourth quarter. We have one timeout left. I know my team is tired. Hell, I’ve been running on all cylinders since the game started.

My line and I look to the sideline for the next play. It’s a quarterback sneak where I pray my O-line holds the defense while I tuck the ball and run. This play opens me up to any hit so I’m hoping my guys hold strong.

We get into position and I call out the play. As soon as the ball is snapped a path is cleared for me as I take run through the path my guys created and off towards the end zone. The sound of the crowds cheering is deafening as I break a weak tackle from a safety. My legs carry me swiftly and safely across the line of the end zone.

What happens next is a blur. My teammates rush me and I look up to see that we’re up by double digits. Giving us a big lead. Special teams run onto the field for the field goal. There’s ten seconds left on the play clock. The field goal is easily made leaving us with seven seconds of play. When the ball is lined up and the whistle is blown, the ball is kicked.

I sit back and take it all in. I watch the seconds wind down on the clock. As we take the field again and line up for the snap, I take in a fortifying breath. When the ball snaps I spike it to the ground.

We just punched our ticket to the playoffs.

The student body and fans rush the field. Confetti is blasted from the cannons at the rafters. My bodyis jostled as congrats are shouted all around. But I’m waiting for that one person whose voice washes over me like a wave.

When I see her, my world clicks into place. Having her here, during one of the most incredible moments of my life. I can see it all flash before me. Us in the future. I know it’s quick.

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