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I stand in front of Lyn and reach up to cup his cheeks. “I like to play fast and loose with the rules.” He smiles down at me, placing his large palms over my hands.

“Don’t poop in the pool. A kid did that one time when Ty took me to a pool, and we all had to get out for them to clean it up. I don’t want to miss out on swimming because you played fast and loose with your poop.”

Dropping my chin, the laughter starts in my toes and works its way up and out. We’re all laughing hysterically as we walk out of the stadium. I try to glare at my mom, but I can’t stop laughing. “I blame you. What did you do to my sweet, sweet Lyn?”

Tyrone 11.

In every college student’s life, there are few things more glorious than a message from your professor announcing class is cancelled. Like angels singing, harps playing, sun parting the clouds, glorious.

Even better when your girl is about done with her last class of the day and your brother is working late. Edee and I have noticed he’s been staying late often. I think he’s got a crush on one of his classmates.

I lean against the stone steps and wait impatiently for Edee. She stops at the top a few minutes later and I watch entranced as her full lips stretch into a blinding smile…just for me.

“Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise?” She slowly saunters down the steps, the late afternoon sun giving her skin a golden glow. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met…and she’s mine.

Something beats inside me, a primal call that’s impossible to ignore. I stretch my hand out and she takes it happily. With a firm grip, I drag her behind me, the drumming louder and louder with every step across campus.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asks on a laugh, slightly winded from the pace I’ve set. My tongue feels too big for my mouth. I can’t form any words. I grunt in acknowledgement but keep moving. It takes less than 10 minutes to reach my on-campusapartment. I unlock my door and pull her inside, then use my body to crowd her against the closed door. She looks up at me and it hits me hard…I love her. I’ve loved her for a while now. It wasn’t instant, it built slowly, over time. Every touch, softly spoken word, her patience and unconditional support.

Her eyes dart back and forth, and she softens under my stare. Her body loosening in my hold, pressing against me. She nods twice, no words, just understanding. Acceptance. We’re on the same page in the story of us.

Suddenly, the drumming slows, the burning need pushing me recedes, leaving nothing but love. I lean in, stopping with my lips just centimeters from hers. She inhales deeply and then I place my lips over hers and nothing in my life has ever felt as right as this. Us.

Bending my knees, I slide my hands under her thighs and lift her in my arms, turning for my bedroom, never breaking our kiss. I kick the door shut behind us, sealing us in together, blocking out the world outside. Nothing matters, no one exists but us. I reluctantly pull back long enough to tug her shirt up and over her head, then my own. We strip each other slowly, our fingers dancing across the expanse of bare skin, our lips chasing the goosebumps they leave in their wake.

Naked, we tumble onto my bed, our bodies entwined from head to toe. I can’t get close enough…like I want to crawl inside her and never leave. That drumming grows insistent, urging me to take, control, merge. Her thighs cradle my hips, her soft tits cushioning my torso, her hard little nipples branding me. Her nails drag down my back, scoring me on their quest. She palms my ass, locking her ankles behind me, tilting her pelvis up in a needy plea.

We hiss and moan when the leaking tip of my cock notches in the opening of her wet heat. She pulls, I push and it’s fucking pure bliss when I sink slowly inside her for the first time. I lick across her lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. She surrounds me completely, touch, taste, scent. This is nirvana. Finding the other half of your soul. Reuniting two halves of a whole. Joining, not just our bodies, but our hearts until they beat as one. This isn’t sex. This is a physical expression of our devotion, respect, love. This is…so fucking good it makes a college mascot a poet.

I move languidly, making sure she feels every thick inch of me. Her nails dig into my biceps. Her moans ringing in my ears. Her panting breaths warm against my flesh as I drive us up, up, up.

“I’m so full,” she whispers in a strained voice. I lift my head from her neck and grin. She rolls her eyes, and in an exasperated tone she says, “Yes.” Her right hand slides up over my shoulder, her smooth palm brushing against the stubble of my cheek. I watch her left hand trail across her breasts before stopping over the left side of her chest. “Here.My heart is so full, Ty.”

Fuck. Her words unleash that beast inside. He’s been drumming, drumming, drumming, demanding his release. Fist planted beside her head, knees firmly in the mattress, I rise up to stare down at her. I collar her with my free hand, squeezing just enough to keep her attention on me. Her pussy grows impossibly tighter, gushing juices and precum as I pummel her like a battering ram. And she takes it with a smile, her body begging for more. The headboard smacks into the wall, the frame of my bed loudly protesting, but still her body begs. Pointed nipples. Bouncing breasts. Flushed skin. Soft thighs. Wet pussy.

My mouth to her ear, I grit out, “Play with your clit, baby.” She whines lowly, but instantly obeys, strumming her clit until she’s crying out my name. Her walls snap tight around my length, thepulsations milking me until I join her in release. Head back, eyes closed, I roar like the animal I have become.

Sex has never…but like I said, this isn’t sex. This is something more. So much more than I ever could have imagined.

“Dear Professor,”she begins in a falsetto voice. “I am unable to attend class today, due to my severely bruised cervix. I appreciate your patience in this delicate matter as my hoohaw recuperates. Sincerely, Hematoma Ho!”

My muscles give out as laughter overtakes my entire body. I collapse on top of her with an oomph of protest. I just had the most exquisite climax of my existence and I’m laughing so hard tears are leaking down my cheeks not a minute later.

Edee 12.

Holy shit! That was absolutely amazing. An epic late season win. The team, especially Prib, were unstoppable. And Ty. Good God, he was insane. He never stopped moving from one end to the other, revving up the crowd. Not that they needed it, it was so loud during the game. And now that it’s over, the crowd might be thinning out, but it hasn’t decreased the volume much. Every play, every touchdown, every tackle…madhouse! I captured as much of it as I could. I’m not as fit as Ty and can’t run back and forth, but I tried to take pics from any available angle.

I’m bouncing on my feet making my way through the back office halls. I spot Lilly talking with one of the security guards, so I hang back and let them finish. It’s just a few seconds later, they are lingering over their goodbyes. Oh! How cute are they?!?

“Edee!” Lilly spots me once he’s out of sight. “Hey!”

“Hey, Lilly. Who’s that?” I ask, chuckling as she flushes from cleavage to forehead.

“Mr. Zeigler.” She winces and while I don’t know her that well, I’m sure she picked up on the breathy way she said his name.

“Mr. Zeigler.”

She clears her throat; her eyes focused over my shoulder to avoid eye contact. “He’s one of the security supervisors.”

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