GO LONG (2 page)

I was glancing a lot.

Then again, so was he.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

I forced myself to look away. He wasn't being too subtle was he? It was time to put my foot down. Make it clear that I wasn't interested.

Even if I kind of was.

"Me? No. I don't have time for that."

"That? You're a funny girl Belinda."

He laughed and the sound sent a strange thrill through my body. I felt hot and cold at the same time. Just from the way he was looking at me.

I shook my head mentally. I was here to study, not date. My father had been grinding that into me since junior high school.

Work now. Play later.

Well, play a
little
later.

He probably would be happy if I went into a nunnery. That's basically how I felt. I just 'prayed' at school and my nunnery was my parent's house.

Never mind that he'd met mom when
they
were in college. Nope. I wasn't allowed to date and since I still lived under his roof, I had to follow his rules.

I didn't mind though. Not usually. I was on the fast track to finish school in three years. Then straight into grad school. By then I'd have enough money saved to get my own place. Downtown in the art district maybe.

Then I could date whoever I wanted.

I could dress how I wanted. Eat and drink what I wanted. My parents wanted a say in almost everything I did. It was stifling, to say the least.

Oh yeah, I was definitely in a hurry to finish college.

I glanced at Kyle again.

Well, maybe I minded a little bit...

I showed him to his dorm, wondering how he'd swung a single. I pointed out the general lay of the land at rapid fire, including the best place to get pizza. Then I reached out my hand to shake goodbye.

I felt my knees buckle a little at the feel of his strong, calloused hand as it closed over mine. I'd felt it before when I first shook his hand. An electric current had passed between us. But now, I knew he wanted to go out with me.

He smiled at me, his gorgeous blue eyes crinkling.

"Would you like to get something to eat with me? Maybe a beer or two?"

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have work to do."

He tilted his head, looking at me with a challenging look in his eyes.

"Oh, so I was right. You are a goody two-shoes."

I sputtered in annoyance.

"I am not!"

He leaned forward, his eyes sliding over my body deliberately. I gasped and stood up straight, crossing my arms.

"Oh yes, you are."

"I'm not!"

He grinned disarmingly. He'd just been teasing me. I felt my insides flutter a little bit at the look on his face.

"Then prove it. Have a beer with me."

I was about to say no, with real regret, when I saw the dog tags hanging around his neck. I hadn't noticed them before. I'd been too busy admiring... everything else.

"You were military?"

He grinned.

"Marine. Most people consider it a lifelong thing."

I nodded, embarrassed. I knew that. My dad was a Marine. I was caught off guard. Impressed. My dad had instilled a serious respect for the men and women who served in me early on, and it had stuck. The stories he told about basic training, and everything that happened after... well, they made an impression, to say the least.

"Oh, that's why you seem... older. For a freshman I mean."

"Yes, I am older than a typical freshman. I've been busy fighting the bad guys."

I swallowed. He seemed so powerful suddenly. And I owed him my respect for what he'd done for our country. That's why I agreed to get a drink with him, I thought as I waited for him to drop his bags off upstairs.

That and being sick and tired of the rules. Enough was enough. Getting a drink with a handsome guy was what girls my age were supposed to do. We were supposed to get kissed in the rain. Get tipsy and dance with our girlfriends.

None of which I'd ever done.

It hadn't seemed to matter until now.

But it did matter. It mattered
a lot.
I heard a tiny little voice inside me speak up.

She was me, but wilder. Me, but angrier.

Me, but freer.

And she said three little words.

Go for it.

Chapter Two

Kyle

I was trying not to stare at the beauty in front of me. It was hard to tear my hungry eyes off of her. And my gaze kept slipping lower... to her lips... her cleavage... wondering what she looked like naked. And when I was going find out for myself.

I groaned under my breath and adjusted my jock.

She sipped her beer daintily, looking around. I could tell she didn't go to bars much. Even though this was supposed to be the best rib joint in town.

"Everything okay, Princess?"

She gave me a look.

"Don't call me that."

"Okay sweetheart, what are you looking for?"

She bristled at the endearment but her good manners kept her from tell me to go to hell. I could tell she really wanted to though. I smiled. That was going to work to my advantage.

"I was just making sure my dad wasn't here. He loves this place."

"Oh."

I leaned back and grinned at her. I could not stop smiling. Just being around her was making me unaccountably happy. It must be those spectacular tits of hers.

"He wouldn't like it?"

She shook her head, sending red waves cascading everywhere. She was unconsciously feminine and sexy. It was all natural too, which made it much more effective.

I had the boner to prove it. Not just a regular boner either. A mega-boner.

At the moment, my dick could cut glass.

"He doesn't let me go out with people."

"You've never been out with anyone? Ever?"

"No."

I raised my eyebrows. She had no experience with men apparently. No one like me at least. I was sure she'd led the boys in high school on a merry chase. Oh, this was too fucking perfect. Little Miss Priss was pure as the driven snow.

Not for long.

"Really? In this day and age?"

She glared at me defensively. It was way too easy to get her riled up. And way too much fun to stop.

"Don't make fun of me. I'm not a freak you know."

I smiled at her, raising my hands.

"I'm not making fun of you. I'm just curious."

She shrugged and her camisole moved slightly, giving me a glimpse of that body of hers. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my cheek so I could get a closer look.

"He's old school. He means well, he's just..."

"Over protective?"

She nodded and again I watched her hair slide gracefully over her sun kissed shoulders. Jesus, the girl was perfect. No wonder her daddy was over protective. If I was him, I'd keep her under lock and key.

I grinned and took a swig of my beer.

"I would be too, if I had a daughter that looked like you."

She blushed and I thought I saw goosebumps. I kept hoping her nipples would get hard. Maybe I should ask them to turn up the air conditioning in here... or I could just lean closer. I'd tug out that little top of hers and blow on them. I smiled wider at the thought.

"So why did you come out with me tonight? If you're not supposed to date, I mean."

"Is this a date?"

I leaned back in my seat and nodded slowly.

She bit her lip and blushed. A hot surge of lust shot through me. I was in a bad way. If I stood up right now, I'd knock over the ketchup bottle with my dick.

Yeah, it was that long.

And wide.

In high school the guys on the team called me Thick. It caught on with the whole school until everyone was calling me that. Even the teachers. It even followed me to the service.

No one else ever knew why. Unless I showed them.

By the time I had graduated, I'd showed almost all the cheerleaders in two counties. Cheerleaders, man. They loved a quarterback.

And that's what I was. Just as much as I was a Marine. In my blood, in my bones, I was a QB.

I was more than just a high school athlete. I had what it took to go pro. Or at least play college ball. But my school wasn't the type to get scouted. It was small and dirt poor and in the middle of the mountains. My only chance was to try out as a walk-on. No scholarships. No special treatment. Just a guy, walking onto the field with nothing but his nuts. I could do it. I knew I was good.

And I had really big nuts.

I only prayed that I could prove it in tryouts.

Speaking of tryouts... I'd like to try her out before the night was over. I watched her take another sip of her beer and licked my lips.
 

"So, you grew up around here?"

She nodded earnestly. God, this girl was prime. Innocent and sweet and dear lord, she was put together right! I just hoped she was going to let me find out
how
right.

In an hour or two, if I had my way about it.

I smiled at her and signaled the waitress.

"Have another beer, it's early."

"I really shouldn't..."

"Come on, live a little. Or would daddy be mad?"

I used the tone you would use with a baby, just to get a rise out of her. I knew it was my best chance at getting her to stay. She bristled adorably.

"I'm not a baby!"

"Okay. So stay."

She looked uncertain for a moment and then she looked at me and nodded.

"Well, maybe just one more..."

Belinda

I felt strangely calm as I let Kyle take me back to his dorm room. I wasn't stupid and I wasn't drunk. I was definitely feeling rebellious though. Curious too. Maybe a little tipsy from the couple of beers. And I knew that if I went up there, we were probably going to do it.

'IT.'

I had been kissed a few times. Rubbed up on. But that was at school dances and at camp. Never really alone, and not recently. So it hadn't gone any farther than that.

Not that I'd wanted it to as an underage teenager. Not then. But now... things were different.

I was fascinated by Kyle. He had kept me guessing what he was after all night. Did he want to argue with me? Or kiss me? It was irritating and intriguing at the same time. He was impossible to ignore, with his piercing eyes and good looks. But it was more than that, he pulled at me with some sort of unseen gravitational force.

I wanted to be near him, to know more about him for some strange reason. But most of all, I was curious about why he wanted me to come up to his room. I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind. Would he just try to kiss me? Would he try and get me into bed to go all the way? I had no idea.

But I wanted to find out.

I was sick and tired of doing what everyone expected. I was so boring all the time! Right now I was going off plan, and doing something no one who knew me would ever expect me to do. I felt nice and loose from the beers we'd shared. I'd skipped the roasted potatoes I usually got with my plate of greens. Maybe that was part of the reason I felt so good.

Okay, maybe I was a
little bit
tipsy...

Dad would pitch a fit if he knew I'd had beer. He would pitch an even bigger fit if he knew where I was or what I was contemplating right now...

"It's this way."

I giggled at the authoritative way Kyle showed me to his room. I had just shown him the way a few hours ago. I realized I felt like I'd known him a lot longer.

That made me feel better.

For a minute I'd felt like a real tramp.

I barely knew the guy. I decided I wouldn't let things get too far. I'd just go upstairs and we would see what unfolded... he flipped the light on to reveal his luggage and an unmade bed. The room was empty and sterile looking.

Not so surprising since he'd just dropped his bag off a few hours ago.

"I've really done a lot with the place as you can see."

I giggled again, instantly forgetting what I was thinking about. Kyle was being so nice... I felt so nice... He smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me.

His big warm hands on my shoulders were reassuring as he pulled me towards him. His lips were warm and soft. His body was giving off waves of heat.

I barely noticed it when he shut and locked the door behind me.

I don't know what it was exactly but it felt right.

He
felt right.

So when he guided me down onto the bed, I didn't protest. He leaned over me, kissing me again. His tongue felt so good as it dove into my mouth. His hands roamed freely, touching my hip, my side, easing up onto my breast.

I let out a little gasp and he stopped, murmuring against my lips.

"Is that okay?"

"Ohhhh... yes, it's okay."

He moaned a bit as he started kissing me again, the sexy sound of his deep voice giving me a thrill. He was more aggressive now, stroking my breasts through my camisole. I arched my back, almost purring with pleasure as his fingers toyed with my hard nipples.

Kyle was very, very good with his hands.

"Hmmmm Princess, you feel so good."

I let my hands explore his muscular arms and slid around to his back. He was so hot, so warm, so... erect. I felt a moment of worry about the size of the thing but his hands felt so good that I stopped thinking and melted against him again.

He moved my legs apart and pressed his hips inside them. He was so large, so much bigger than me. But it felt wonderful.

I wanted to be closer to him.

I wanted more.

He pushed my camisole up and lowered his head to my breasts. I hadn't been wearing a bra because it had a built in support shelf. But now I felt superstitious... like I'd known... I'd been ready for this.

For him.

I whimpered as his tongue danced against one nipple and then the other. My hands were in his soft hair as he worked me over, switching back and forth as if he could not get enough of me. He sucked one into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it rapidly.

"So sweet..."

With a growl he sat up and tore his shirt off. Then he was back, his bare chest pressing against mine. Heat and pleasure tore through my body, leaving me delirious with hunger and need.

"Please..."

I had no idea what I was asking for. Thankfully, Kyle did. He sat up with a growl and reached for my sandals. My feet were bare in seconds. He growled again as he reached for my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them down swiftly.