Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (19 page)

At first I was going to blurt out that we were going to fuck long and hard until the sun rose or the drugs wore off, but that was too crude. The mood in his place was mellow, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“How about some music and lounge on the couch?”

He nodded his head as if I’d just given him the answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else. As I walked over and sat down, he went to his stereo and turned it on. Strange music I’d never heard before played, instantly taking me away to another place.

“Who is this?”

“Moby.”

“Never heard of him.”

“He sold out, but some of his stuff is okay.”

Xander sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Since I’d first met him in person, he hadn’t tried to make a move on me at all. While tripping on ‘shrooms probably wasn’t the best time to try, but I loved a challenge. I wasn’t ready to settle down for the rest of my life. A little sexual fun with a creative artist could be good for me.

“I like it.”

“The ‘shrooms definitely help the quality.”

I laughed. His ability to make me smile was another reason I enjoyed spending time with Xander. Growing up, I’d always picked on the artists and other weirdos I came across because I didn’t understand them at all. Now, I found myself attracted to one. I still wasn’t able to see the world from his viewpoint, but that was part of his magnetic draw for me.

“I loved your poetry rendition. I’ve never been to anything like that before.”

“I bet not. It took me forever to get it just right and time it so I didn’t run out of breath.”

“Did you grow up in Cleveland?” I asked, wanting to know more about him.

“No. I was born south of here, in Mansfield.”

“Well, I’m glad you made it up here.”

“How the hell did you end up in Cleveland? Weren’t you on your way to California?”

He remembered something about me! He was listening!

“Yeah, I was going to go out there for a change, but I found something different right here.”

“Really? What?”

As I looked into his eyes, I realized he really didn’t know I was hot for him. What amazed me was that he still wanted to hang out with me.

“You, silly.”

I pushed his arm gently.

“Oh. You mean…” His voice trailed off as it dawned on him what was about to happen.

“Yeah. That. Us. Soon. Bedroom?”

“You speak poetry beautifully yourself.”

Unable to wait any longer, I slid across the couch. My hands touched his stomach as our heads moved closer together. Time slowed. I stared into his eyes. He peered into mine. When our lips met, bliss washed over my entire body. His kiss was soft, thoughtful, forceful and wet – all in the exact right amounts as if he was a chef of sex.

I pulled back. It was too fucking intense. The music was moving around the room as colors as well as sounds. My past receded into the deep, dark recesses of my mind. All that mattered to me was the moment and what was about to happen next. After the kiss, we both understood on an instinctual level we were going to go farther with each other. He stood up.

“Follow me,” he said seriously then began to walk in a ridiculous fashion across the room.

Laughter had never been a part of sex for me – at least not like it was going down. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I didn’t care. We miraculously made it to his bedroom, which reminded me of a comfortable womb, a nest, or maybe a hobbit hole. It was cozy and perfectly suited for a mix of mind expanding drugs and sexual energy.

The music followed us from the living room, but it was fainter, almost like we were backstage at a concert. In my mind, I giggled at the thought of sleeping with a pretend Moby, some musician I’d never heard of before. Xander undressed in front of me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be naked together in his bedroom. I took off mine as well.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” A look of worry swept over his face.

“Do you have a condom?” I paused. “Or two?”

He laughed, which caused me to laugh.

“Yeah, I do. A few.”

“Are we going to rhyme all night?”

“Who knows? We might.”

I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him again. We were about to have sex, but it was on another level entirely. I’d only known him a few weeks, but with the magic mushrooms in my body, it was like we’d known each other for many different lifetimes. The sexual energy quickly built up in the cozy bedroom, sending us to the bed.

“Freshly washed sheets. I love that…” I said, my pupils dilated and my eyes wide open.

“I was hoping you’d come over after the rendition?”

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“I was hoping you’d ask me over.”

Our lips barely touched, but it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. His hands, skilled from years of typing and writing, roamed over my body. Writers make the best lovers… I thought as I explored the pleasure floating through me like it was a physical thing I could touch. As we explored our bodies as if for the very first time, the buzz really began to kick in.

His cock seemed strange in my hand, but as I stroked it, I saw pleasure wash over his face. Every tiny expression he made was relayed via my brain to my fingers, which adjusted the tugs to optimize his happiness. As it got harder, he touched me between the legs.

His touch was soft and gentle but knowing. He somehow hit all the right spots. Is he studying my facial expressions? I wondered briefly. Soon, I couldn’t hold a single thought together. My mind flooded with feelings and emotions, all of them good. A tingling sensation spread through my body, centered on my clitoris.

Every time his skin brushed the little, pink nub, I moaned. A virtuoso, he played me like an instrument. With the buzz going strong, I sometimes forgot where his body ended and my started. We were just cells. And they were touching. It was primal. Instinctual. Pleasure filled. His lips moved to mine. This kiss lasted longer. Meanwhile, our hands continued to follow instructions, pleasuring the other person. At some point, I wanted more. A sixty-nine seemed like the best solution.

“Get on your back,” I said.

He obeyed. When he was stretched out, I straddled his body, my pussy poised over his face. I moved my hips back and forth, settling into my position. My breasts pressed against his stomach. While he didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t flabby. Even more interesting to me was his cock, which was waving back and forth slightly as I stared at it. It mesmerized me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his eager and willing mouth. Once again, our bodies became one.

The drugs made me forget we were two separate people for just a moment or two. It was exhilarating and liberating at the same time. As his tongue and lips explored every inch of my pink flesh, I moved my head closer to his thick, mushroom head. It wasn’t a micro-penis, but it was small compared to some of the other ones I’d sucked. This will be a breeze, I thought as I lowered my mouth toward the tip, which was slick and wet with precum already.

It tasted natural as his cock slipped between my lips. The ‘shrooms made every single sensation more intense as I slid all the way down to the bottom of his smooth shaft. At the same time, his tongue touched every crack and crevice it could find. And I mean every single one. Wherever it made contact with my skin, pleasure followed. The only music that mattered anymore was the sound of us breathing. Our breaths came faster and faster as we both got pushed toward an orgasm.

Because of the magic mushrooms, it took us forever to reach our destination, spreading the pleasure out like a long, yellow brick road. We both followed the path, knowing the payoff at the destination would be worth it. I’d never experienced an orgasm while tripping, but I’d heard from others it was an amazing experience that stuck with you the rest of your life. As I sucked Xander’s dick, I realized he wasn’t the one for me – not forever.

I pushed the thought aside for later, not wanting to smother the moment, the fact I was going to come. Whenever I thought I was about to come, I would start thinking about it consciously and slip away from the edge. A moment later, I’d be pushed closer again as I let go and enjoyed the electricity and tingles flowing from head to toe. We communicated with moans, letting each other know what we liked best and when we were close to coming.

Neither of us had said anything about it, but to achieve a simultaneous orgasm – that rare beast – would be fucking amazing. On some inner level, we both sucked and kissed harder or softer to ensure the other person was in the same place. He tasted salty, but it was satisfying to have him in my mouth. My taste buds were working overtime while trying to savor the sensation. As I sucked his cock hungrily and lovingly, I made the decision to not fuck him.

He might be disappointed, but I intended to make him have a mind blowing orgasm. And to let him come in my mouth. I could imagine the thick cream shooting out of the tip and hitting my tongue. The more I thought about him coming, the closer I got to coming myself. His hands grasped my ass cheeks as he ate me out, pulling me down toward him. We both crept closer and closer to our orgasms. I wrapped my thin fingers around the base of his cock so I could tell when he was about to pop.

“I’m close,” I said after pulling my head up for a moment.

“So close,” he replied.

I bent my head again and concentrated on sucking the tip. At the same time, I rubbed my slit against his face, trying to set the pace. Our bodies melted together. The only thing on my mind was his cock and making it pop. Everything faded except for his tender skin, that shiny bulbous top. I swirled my tongue around, causing the base of his dick to twitch in my hand. He’s coming. I’m coming. He’s coming. I’m coming. The thoughts merged as my mind went blank for a split second.

“Mmm…” I moaned.

His seed shot into my mouth as my own orgasm racked my body, causing it to shake and shiver. I lifted my hips a bit to get away from his tongue and lips. My skin was suddenly super sensitive. When he stopped squirting, I swallowed all of his creamy load. After climbing off of him, I curled up next to his body. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to catch his breath. I reached my arm over and pinched one of his nipples, causing him to flinch.

“That was good,” he mumbled.

In that moment, I decided he was definitely not the one for me. And that was okay. I was sure he wouldn’t care one way or the other. He drifted through life without ever stopping. It was exciting, but it wasn’t what I wanted forever. I scooted away from him just an inch or two, but it was perceptible enough with our minds expanded.

As we laid on our backs next to each other and stared at the glow stars on his ceiling as if they were real, my mind wandered to whether or not we would work out together in the long run. Xander was a lot of fun and had opened my eyes, but we would eventually grow in two directions, like a tree that couldn’t decide which way to go. Eventually, our relationship would be cut down for our own good.

I wondered if he was coming to the same conclusions. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t really read his thoughts. Telepathy while on psychedelic drugs wasn’t unknown, but we weren’t on the same level. The sex was great, but it would never get any better. We’d peaked before we really had a chance to have a relationship together.

These thoughts trickled up to my conscious mind. His hand reached out and clenched mine, as if he was afraid. We had shared trips for a bit, but after the afterglow of the sex, he’d gone off on his own private trip, refusing to take me with him. He wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon to allow me to slip off. Even if he did, I wouldn’t be able to drive in my condition.

The idea of being stuck with him for another twelve hours causing alarm was yet another sign he wasn’t my soul mate. You’re getting better. Pretty soon, you’ll find the perfect person for you. For me. For us. My muddled thoughts made sense in that moment, but when I woke up it would all appear different to me. Steven Cary appeared in my thoughts, popping up like a flower or tree.

Xander let go of my hand and stood up. I continued staring at the ceiling. The separate orgasms had separated us somehow. It was just the drugs, but in our state of minds, everything held the key to the entire universe. The answer to the mystery was just out of our reach. I lifted my hand, trying to capture one of the glowing star stickers on his spackled ceiling that had been painted black.

When I looked up a few minutes later – or maybe hours later – Xander wasn’t in his bedroom with me. I stood up and checked the living room. Unable to find him, I panicked and checked the bathroom and kitchen, opening the cabinets to make sure he hadn’t crawled into one for some reason. The music had stopped as well. Unable to figure out the disappearing Xander mystery, I went to turn on some music.

I can listen to whatever I want, I thought at first. Then I realized he wasn’t listening off a laptop or mp3 player. A massive 24-disc CD changer took up a good portion of one of the walls. Maybe it was my depth perception being altered, but the whole rack of electronics was a bit menacing to me. I studied the blinking lights, dials, and buttons like Indiana Jones studying ancient hieroglyphics.

Unable to find a way to open the tray to put a new CD in, I pressed a button labeled random. Ironically, Modest Mouse started playing. The World at Large. Indeed. I smiled, pleased at myself. Xander disappearing wasn’t my problem. I’d determined without a doubt he wasn’t the right man for me. He was close in some ways, but it wasn’t a match. In the morning, I’d flee from him and the Cleve.