“Oh God. Oh God! OH GOD!”
She had a mini-orgasm. She looked down at me and I gave her an evil grin.
“Oh, shit!” she worried.
I used my fingers to pry open her outer lips. I slid my tongue down and found her opening. I did my best Gene Simmons imitation and snaked the tip of my tongue as deep as I could bury it. Her lips were swelling and her sex opened up for me. I loved the sight as a woman became aroused. It gave me a sense of accomplishment. I used the same rhythm as I thrust my tongue into her liquid center.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause.
“Are you getting close?” I asked.
"Shit! Don’t stop!" she complained.
I tongued her until she began to moan. Then I went back and teased around her clit.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pause.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause.
I then pushed two of my long thick fingers into her slick velvety depths. I found her G-spot and began to use the same rhythm.
Rub, rub, rub, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Rub, rub, rub, pause.
Her clitoris finally came out of hiding. I changed my tongue action to circle her now exposed button.
Circle, circle, circle, pause. Rub, rub, rub, pause. Circle, circle, circle, pause.
I pressed my two fingers more firmly against her G-spot and massaged.
“Ooohhh ... OOOHHHH ... YES!”
I sucked her clitoris right into my mouth.
Rub, rub, rub, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Suck, suck, suck, pause.
I had barely started to suck her nubbin when Tami lost her mind.
"Ooohhh ... Ooohhhh ... DAAVVIIDD!"
She about broke my nose as she slammed her hips up against my face. I felt her tremors around my fingers as she came. I licked and sucked her through her orgasm. I sat back on my heels and watched her in the throes of her ecstasy. Tami had never been more beautiful to me as she was in that moment.
I withdrew my fingers and stretched out on the bed so my head was even with hers while she calmed down from her orgasm. I give Tami a quick kiss on the cheek.
“How was that?” I asked
“I think someone needs their ego stroked, but after that performance, I’m willing to stroke away,” she said, as she made her point by grasping my member and giving it a tug.
"I’m glad you feel the need to stroke me."
Tami let go and rolled on top of me so she could soundly kiss me. Our lips met and I felt her tongue press against my lips. I opened wide and our tongues danced against each other. We spent some relaxing time just making out. Tami reclaimed her grip on Mr. Happy. I groaned into her mouth as she ‘took me in hand’ and massaged my phallus. She lifted her leg over my body and released my member. She ground her sex against my shaft and began to slide up and down my length.
She pulled away enough so we were no longer kissing and she could look me in the eyes. By the mischievous look in her eyes, I could tell she was trying to get me off. I solved that as I grabbed her hips and slid down until I found her opening and then thrust forward. Our bodies came together naturally. Tami gave a little grunt when I filled her.
She clamped down on my length and it was my time to groan. This was something new. I wondered who’d taught her this little technique. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had gained some experience over the last year. I felt my balls begin to tighten.
“Slow down, or I’m going to lose it,” I warned her.
“If I remember correctly, you stay hard after your first one.”
She didn’t relent. Two could play this game. I reached between us and found her button. I teased her little nubbin until I saw her chest and neck flush. She was on the edge of a big one. I held off as long as I could, but I beat her to the finish and began to coat her depths. I nipped her nipple that swung in my face and she joined me in our release.
I flopped back and tried to catch my breath. Tami recovered before I did and began to ride my willing rod. Damn, she felt good.
“We need to talk,” Tami said as she rode me.
“What the hell, Tami? You know you can talk me into anything when you’re doing this to me,” I complained.
She used her muscles to clamp down. I sucked in my breath and knew I was a goner.
“You were right,” she started.
Did she say I was right? Oh, crap, I was in for it. A woman never starts a conversation by telling her man that he’s right unless she wants a much bigger payoff ... or worse, explained why you were in fact wrong. If she hadn’t had me pinned to the bed and started doing wonderful things to me, I would have run.
“Sex wasn’t the best idea for the two of us. When I’m with you like this, all I want to do is love you. I can’t imagine not being with you as a couple. I start imagining things I’m not ready for yet. We just can’t do that right now. What I do know is we will be a couple someday, and you will marry me. I love you, David, with all my heart, but you can’t be my everything right now,” she said as tears began to stream down her cheeks.
“I tried so hard to keep you out of my heart,” I confessed. “But over the last several weeks you’ve wormed your way back in. Stay with me and don’t go to Wesleyan this fall. Let’s see if we can find you classes at State you can take. Let’s quit dancing around this and do what’s in our hearts. You’re the only one for me, and this time I plan on fighting for you.”
She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. When she finally stopped crying, she wiped her tears and smiled at me.
“Do you mean that?”
“Tami, you know me better than anyone. I’m serious about this. You love me, and I love you. I know we’re still teenagers, but I can’t imagine ever loving anyone else like I love you right now. You’ve always been the love of my life.”
“Would you be willing to go to Wesleyan?” she asked.
If she had asked me that question last summer, the answer would have been ‘yes.’ The problem was I had made commitments to my teammates. They’d helped me prepare for the Elite 11 camp without me asking. I couldn’t walk away from what I’d started here. Heck, my dad, Tom, Coach Hope and Mrs. Sullivan had worked together to improve the facilities at Lincoln High, in large part all because of what I had started.
As I thought it through, she gave me a smile. In many ways, she had made a similar commitment to Teddy Wesleyan. He had started the scholarship, and she was his first recipient. Because of her contacts with the school, she had found out about the fellowship and been given the opportunity to study in the UK. How could I ask her not to get the best possible education she could?
I knew in my heart she was right. A year ago, I wasn’t able to let her go, but now I could. She saw it in my eyes and her bottom lip began to quiver. She knew we were back to being friends, and only friends. I suddenly realized Mr. Happy knew it, too, and had gone soft. I pulled out of her.
“Yes, the sex has to stop. It’s too easy for me to fall in love with you,” I said. “I love you enough to be your best friend. I want what’s best for you, and right now that’s being only your friend.”
“David, can you leave? I just need to be alone right now. Please don’t think I’m rejecting you,” Tami begged.
“I understand. I think I need some time alone, too.”
I got dressed and left her staring at the ceiling. The image of her naked body would be seared into my brain for the rest of my life. She really was the most beautiful woman in my world.
Thursday July 9
THIS MORNING, SOME of the best high school receivers in the nation arrived on the Nike campus. We all did drills: vertical jump, 40-yard dash, power ball toss, and agility shuttle. They used the results to create a SPARQ score. It was an acronym for Speed, Power, Agility, Reaction and Quickness. What it didn’t tell us was if they were good football players or not.