Romance: New Adult: One Game at a Time - A College Football Romance (Bad Boy Romance) (Sports Contemporary Short Stories) (103 page)

I
moaned
but held my mouth shut.  I didn’t want to be too loud, not here.

He shuddered with excitement.  My spindly legs had become exceptionally weak from all the motion and buckled out below me.  He held my hips in place as he continued to work himself inside.

Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold.  I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise.  Then all my muscles went limp.  I didn’t think I could move anymore.

He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it.  Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid.  I shuddered uncontrollably.

When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk.  He held me tightly while leaning over the desk.  I don’t remember falling asleep.

7.

I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be. 

I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old
key
that looked
weather-beaten
and used.

The note read as follows.

“Dear Sandy,

“I can’t stay in the school anymore.  You’re an amazing
person,
and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right. 

“You need to meet someone closer to your
own
age; someone who’s
in
the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow.  I’ve
done
a lot of living, and you need to find your
own
path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine. 

“I’m leaving you my car.  It showed me my
path
, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours.  Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday. 

“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you.  You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself. 

“Your friend forever, Jeff.”

I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me. 

I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it.  It sat there like an old man, waiting to be woken up.  The car was a little
popular
.  A couple of guys had gathered around the car.  One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.

I
approached,
key in hand.

“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.

I nodded.

“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”

I looked at him, somewhat quizzically.  He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all.  He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers.  His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.

I shook his hand and flashed the key again.

“Wanna
go
for a ride,” I asked.

His face beamed with
excitement,
and he ran around to the passenger side.  I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel. 

With a flick of the
key,
the monster roared to
life
.

“Where are we going,” he asked.

I smiled. 

“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear.  The tires
squealed,
and the car shot down the road.  I felt free.

*****

THE END

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