Page 32 of Always There Bayou
“I mean that even though it wasn’t always romantic, it was always there,” I nod. I sighed, knowing that I was about to admit something that I had never before. “Cory, I honestly can't put all the blame on you for messing with my feelings, and I should’ve never implied that. I had equal parts in everything that went down, too. I continuously let you cuddle with me and hold me, even though I knew it was only ever platonic for you. I was the one who fell in love and couldn’t, no, didn’t want to tell you no. I knew how I felt about you and set myself up for heartbreak every time because to me, it was worth it to always have you near me.”
“No, Denny, don’t do that,” she says, shaking her head. I let go of her cheeks to wipe a few tears. “Don’t apologize for loving me and comforting me when I needed it. You are not at fault for your feelings, and I won’t let you feel that way. I used you for comfort…”
“AndIusedyou,” I say. “Cory, can’t you see? We’re both each other’s comfort person, and just as much as you needed to be close to me, I needed to be close to you. It may have been for different reasons in our heads, but at the end of the day, we’re no different. Both of us felt safe and comforted, which is why we always found our way back into each other’s arms, no matter how far away we were. You see how I literallymovedto Seattle to be near you those two years you were playing over there.”
She chuckles as she nods. I smile at the memory. She’d just been drafted to the Seattle Brewers and had to move, but my heart hurt from not being able to see her every day. So, I eventually packed up and moved out there temporarily to be by her side. She didn’t have any family there, so I was always at her games, cheering her on. Of course, her family would fly out now and then to catch some of the home games, but she admitted that she was comforted to know that I was always there with her.
When she got traded to the Bayou, I moved back with her, and that’s when we ended up living in the same apartment building. So you see, we’veneverbeen separated for long. At this point, we were just an extension of each other. But it wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how much our happiness was always intertwined with each other. She needed me, and I needed her. That’s how it was and how it would always be.
“You know, I should’ve picked up on your feelings a long time ago,” she chuckled, taking my hand in hers. “I just kept telling myself that there was no way you’d like someone like me.”
“And the someone in question being an amazingly talented, beautiful, tender-hearted woman who constantly puts others' happiness before her own,” I say. She gets shy suddenly, and I can’t help but smile. “You’re someone special, Cory Tate, and I love you to the moon and back a hundred times over. It took us a while to get here, but we’re here now, and I don’t plan on letting you go.”
“And I damn sure don’t plan on lettingyougo,” she smirks, gripping me by the waist and pulling me closer. I smile. “How about we get ready for bed, and then I can rock you to sleep.”
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” I flirt before pressing my lips to hers.
Cory Tate - December 24th, 2024: 11:38 PM
I yawn as I lie back on the bed, waiting for Denny to come out of the bathroom. They’d let me go first, but I was starting to regret that decision because this bed was growing comfier and comfier the longer I waited for them to run through their three-hour-long night routine.
Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but that’s how it felt. Don’t get me wrong, I loved how much they cared for their skin and body, and the results spoke for themselves, but damn. It was a miracle that they were ever on time for anything with how…
“Shit,” I say, quickly sitting up as my eyes lock on Denny as they exit the bathroom.
I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights with the way I was openly gawking at my lover before me. I could feel the way my heart pounded against my chest as my breathing became uneven. I’ve seen Denny almost every day since that day we met on the playground all those years ago, but I’ve never been as speechless as I was right now.
Their skin glowed from the moisturizer they always used, and it was hard to take my eyes off those long legs and thick thighs that were barely covered by their shorts. My eyes travel up to their slightly soft belly and the jewelry that sat snugly inside their belly button, visible thanks to the crop top they were wearing. They were tying up their hair, so the shirt lifted a bit, and I was blessed with a quick view of the underside of their plump and juicy breasts.
I needed to touch.
“Come here, Bunny,” I say, using my pointer fingers to motion them over. They nod, closing the space between us as they get closer. Their scent of cinnamon and apples delighted my senses and made my mouth water. I place my hands on their hips and pull them between my legs as I sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re so damn fine, baby.”
“Thank you,” they smile, running their hands over my head before resting them on my shoulders. “I wore this just for you.”
“I feel so honored,” I smirked before smacking their ass a few times. They whimpered. “Mm, that’s my baby. Here, come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.”
“Ooh, okay,” they giggle before sitting down. “So,Santa, you’ll give me anything I want for Christmas?”
“Yep, as long as you were good,” I smirked at them. “If not, then I’ll have to spank you instead.”
“Oh?” they smiled deviously. “Well, in that case, I wassooonaughty. I guess that means you’re gonna have to spank me, huh?”
I don’t reply, but instead, pick them up and lay them across my lap. They gasp at my strength, but it shouldn’t be a surprise. I lifted weights for this exact reason. I decided a long time ago that I wanted to be able to pick up my partners without breaking a sweat. Denny might’ve been bigger than me and a bit taller than me, but that didn’t mean shit. These muscles are not just for show, contrary to what Lilah likes to claim.
“Ooh, fuck,” Denny whimpered as I landed the first smack on their partially exposed ass cheek. My right hand gripped their neck gently as the left one continued to rain down stinging licks on each cheek. “Cory…”
I don't let up as I bend down to whisper in their ear, “Mm, you sound so good, baby.” Their legs spread for me, and I move their shorts to the side to slip a finger against their slick lower lips. “Ooh, and you’re so wet for me. Does this turn you on, love?”
“So much,” they whimper, bucking against my touch. I push two fingers into their warm center, and they gasp. “Oh, my god! Yes, more!”
“More?” I question, and they nod frantically.
“Please, Cory. I need it.”
“I got you, Bunny.”
I pull their shorts off and then help them sit back up. I could feel the heat through my boxers as they rolled their ass against me. I gripped their hips, digging my fingers into their soft flesh as my legs spread a bit more, welcoming their motions. Every time they moved, I moved with them, wanting to feel every bit of the pressure against my clit.
