I slept badly. There was a lot on my mind. Actually not a lot, just L. I went to work early. It seemed the sensible thing to do. The traffic was lighter and the coffee in the office was decent and free. I made my decision and three phone calls before anyone else arrived.
First up was my team captain, sadly my knee was swollen and I wouldn’t be playing tomorrow.
Next, I rang L. She was only half-awake. I’d forgotten she wasn’t working that Friday. “Fancy a proper date tonight?” I said. Just call me Mr. Smooth Talker. Before she could reply I added, “I mean, I’d like to take you out and we could go somewhere nice for a meal and a chat. If you’d like that.”
“Yes, I’d love that,” she said, “but nowhere too fancy eh?”
Lastly, I called C. She liked to start work early. She was terse with me, she hated telephones. Yes, we could meet tomorrow afternoon but why aren’t you playing? OK, you come over to me.” She put the phone down abruptly.
The day dragged, as Fridays in the office often did. I’ve no idea what I did, just going through the routine I suppose. I knew a decent pizzeria in one of the suburbs. It was too far from where L lived and, as far as I could remember, I’d never been there with C. It was quiet when L and I got there.
“Sorry L, I never meant to cheat on C, it’s not my style.”
“Ah, this is the brush off is it? Hump’em and dump’em?” Thankfully she was smiling.
“No, the opposite. You’ve made me realise that it’s over between C and me. I’m going to tell her tomorrow.”
“And I’m the one you’ll go running to because you’re heartbroken.”
“No, you’re the one that I want.”
“Sounds like a song.”
She was smiling again. I looked deep into her eyes. “I won’t cheat on you.”
“I’ll rip your balls off if you do, one at a time.”
“Stop laughing, oh and I can see your nipples through your t-shirt.” I could, she’d gone bra-less to the restaurant, and for some reason our chat had awakened them. “You’re horny as hell aren’t you?”
“Always am when you’re around.”
“Desert first, or back to yours for more gymnastics?”
She had tiramisu and the way she licked the cream from her spoon made me want to fuck her over the table. But I liked the restaurant and we’d probably want to go there again.
I squeezed her shapely arse as we walked to the car. She giggled and put her head on my shoulder, “behave will you?”
“You won’t complain when I get you home.” I slid my hand up under her jacket past her waist to cradle her breast, feeling her pert nipple respond to the attention.
“Maybe not, but I don’t want to be ravished in the street.”
We drove to her house, I proved that you can drive a small car with a huge erection, but it is difficult. As soon as we reached the house L darted into the kitchen. She stood facing the window. I was behind her. I reached around her waist and undid her jeans, slipping my hands inside them and her tiny knickers.
“You need to deal with this.” I pushed my hips forward at the same time as I eased my hand back against her mound. “Fancy being ravished in the kitchen then?” I eased her jeans and knickers down those perfect legs and ran my other hand between her firm arse cheeks.
“No, not here,” she said. She pulled up her jeans and turned around. She made it as far as the sitting room before I caught up with her again. She stood behind the sofa. I slipped my hand back into her jeans. This time, she pushed her arse back towards me. “Now, that feels nice,” she said as my finger found its way into her wet slit. She rubbed her backside against my erection, “so does that. No, not my bum, not today, much too sore.”
Somehow we managed to get upstairs and in seconds L stood in the tiniest pair of knickers imaginable. I ran one finger down between her pert breasts, across her taut, flat stomach to the waistband. She’d already undone my belt and was unzipping my trousers. I ran my finger along her waistband, first left then right. My trousers and boxers fell to the floor. I bent to step out of them and kissed L’s mound through the gossamer fabric.
L lay back on her bed. I lifted her legs and removed the tiny scrap. She lowered her feet to the bed and spread her thighs wide. I touched her waiting pussy, “I’ve been waiting for hours,” she said. I knelt between her legs and ran the tip of my tongue all around the swollen entrance. “Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned as she thrust towards me. My tongue found the entrance and I started to lick inside, around and around, then back in the other direction. She ground herself against me then her whole body tensed, she screamed and the juices flowed.
I moved up her body to her waiting tits, so far starved of attention. In turn, I took as much of each as I could fit into my mouth and sucked hard. L writhed around and started to breathe deeply as I took each nipple in turn and sucked it between my teeth.
I rubbed my cock head in the juice that was pouring from her gaping lips. Leaning forward I entered her and slowly drove deep into her expectant flesh. She murmured “Yes,” as I found the end of her tunnel. Sometimes, plain vanilla sex is all you need, today it was more than enough. I went faster and deeper and, as I gathered momentum, L thrust upwards to meet me. I felt her legs as they started to squeeze me, L was close, so was I. I drove as hard as I could and as deep as I could then filled her just as she tipped over the edge. I felt L’s luscious legs as they held me in place while she ground herself against me, milking every drop.
“Do you know what that was?” L broke the silence, she had her head on my chest as my hand was cradling one of her breasts.
“Rather good?” I said. “The first and second course? No idea.”
“OK, it was pretty damned good, I’ll give you that, but that was the last time until you sort things out properly with C. I’m not going to be the one you’re playing away with.”
“I told you, it’s not like that. You know I’m seeing her tomorrow.”
“Not in your head, but it is, isn’t it? C is still your girlfriend. The world thinks C is still your girlfriend. What does that make me?”
“The girl with the nicest arse and best legs in town? The girl who’s making me hard just thinking about her?”
“And if C jiggles her big bouncy tits in front of you tomorrow, or lies back, spreads her legs and tells you to do as you wish? It’s got to be more than this. Are we together or not? At the moment, we’re just people who fool around. Someone will get hurt, and I don’t want it to be me.”
“It won’t be, promise. Now, I have a little problem that you need to deal with.”
“Not so little, but I meant it. No more sex here until you sort this out.”
“Does a blowjob count?”
“For fuck’s sake!” I felt her soft hand on my stiff cock. “You can come on my tits, but that’s it.”