Page 30 of Strong Side
“Hi!” she squeaks, and it’s so fucking cute.
“Hi!” I bend down to hug her and kiss her cheek. I’m going to let her set the pace.
She takes my hand and pulls me into the apartment, releases my hand, then shuts the door and locks it. “Dinner is ready, and I figured you would be hungry after practice. I was going to cook, but then I kind of lost track of time, so I ordered food in.”
I can’t help but laugh. “It’s okay. I’m good with whatever you got.”
“Okay, I got you chicken, brown rice, and veggies. I wasn’t sure what you would want or could eat, so I went with what I’ve seen you eat before.” She’s talking with her hands. She’s nervous.
I take her hands in mine. “That sounds great. Thank you.”
She looks down at our hands.
“Hey.” I release one hand and tilt her chin up with my finger. “It’s just me.”
Taking hold of my wrist, she looks me in the eye. “I know. I don’t mean to make things weird. Honestly, I’m”—she takes a deep breath and releases it—“excited.”
Am I shocked? A little bit, yeah. I really never knew she even saw me that way. I thought I had been friend-zoned forever.
“Well, that’s good to know. I am too.”
“You are? Even though it’s me, Noelle, who you’ve been friends with forever?” She smiles bashfully.
“I’m excited because it’syou. I’m excited because you trustme. You want …me.” I lean in closer to her and kiss her forehead.
“Case, I’m not a virgin. I know you don’t want details of my past with Trey, but you don’t have to have kid gloves with me.”
“So, you’re looking for the, what did you say …wild, crazy… what else was it?”
“Raunchy. That was because Trey is the only guy I’ve been with. And he didn’t always like to do things. Foreplay things. He was awham, bam, thank you, ma’amkinda guy, and I might have learned some bad habits. I’m sure most girls would go on a sexcapade after a big breakup and hook up around campus?—”
“You arenothooking up with anyone on campus, let alone sleeping around.”
She rolls those pretty hazel eyes. “Obviously. That’s why I have you. So … no kid gloves. Manhandle me. Show me all the tricks, and if there’s anything you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t gotten to, I’m here to help you too.”
I lift a brow and give her a smirk. “AnythingI want to try?” I tease.
Her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip as she retracts. “Well … notanything. I’ll keep an open mind though.”
I laugh and kiss her again on the head because she’s way too fucking cute to be this sexy. “If that’s what you want. But understand that you will set the pace here. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready to share with me.”
“And this is just one of the reasons why I want to do this with you. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a little embarrassing to ask you to do this, but also … it kind of makes sense.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but we both know it is.
“Let’s eat. You need food in that stomach before you get all anxious and decide you won’t eat a thing.”
I take her over to the counter where she has the food set up. There are two stools, so I pull one out from under the counter for her to sit, then bring mine out.
She ordered a salad with grilled chicken and no dressing. It seems like her eating habits have gotten a little better since she broke up with Trey, but she still doesn’t eat enough in my opinion.
As much as I want to drag her back into her room and get started, I also want her to relax. So, we talk about school, football, her new class she’s student teaching in. I love hearing her talk about anything really, but when she talks about teaching, she lights up.
After we clean up our dishes, we move over to the couch. I lie down first, and then she lies against me so I can spoon her, her back to my front. She shimmies up against me like she’s neverdone before—her tight little ass pressing against my dick in a way that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
When she lets out a shiver, I assume she’s cold. I grab a blanket off the back of the couch and rest it over her. Me? I’m hot as fuck.
It’s not unusual for us to cuddle up, but now I know there might be more that happens under the blanket. Managing my hard-on has always been a chore, but I’m busting out everything I can to keep my mind off her body against me.
She turns her head to look at me. “What do you want to watch?”
