Chapter 17 – Tommy
I feel like Grace just sucked my soul out through my cock. That was fucking unbelievable. I don’t even care that I didn’t get to get inside her pussy. Who would have thought things would have gone that well?
I knew I’d have to show her what to do, but I never thought she’d catch on like that. It was like we were perfectly in sync and I could tell she really wanted to please me. And the same goes for me, and I don’t say that often. Most of the time, I rock a chick’s world, just because I’m Tommy Mason and my dick’s huge and I know how to fuck.
But I never actually sit there and worry about whether she’s having a good time. Half of them just want to say they fucked me, and that’s enough to get them going. But with Grace, I actually gave a shit how she was feeling. And I want more.
I want to go down on her and show her what that’s like. I want to tease her pussy lips with my tongue, gently flick her clit and then apply more pressure and lap at it until she cums. I want to fuck her with my tongue, burying it deep inside her pussy, and then finger her while I suck her clit. Hell, I’d even lick her fucking ass, that’s just how bad I want her.
I made her cum twice, but that isn’t enough. I want to finger her, make her cum, then lick her and make her cum. Then I want to fuck her brains out until she can’t cum and more and she’s lying there, dick drunk on the bed, her mind blown and I’ve just pumped my cum deep inside her.
She was probably right to not go all the way with me. I mean, having her roommate a few feet above me doesn’t bother me. I ain’t shy. I’d fuck Grace in front of the entire state of Connecticut, but she wants her first time to be special – perfect, and if her roommate woke up, or she wasn’t able to scream or moan as loudly as she wanted, that wouldn’t be perfect.
I slump down beside her, my cock still hard and slick with my cum and her spit, and take hold of her breast with my hand. We’re both sweating and as she nuzzles into my shoulder, I inhale, smelling her scent mixed with the smell of her shampoo and whatever else she’s got on.
That smell will cement this moment in my mind forever. I lay there beside her, stroking her cheek and looking down at her. She has one hand between her legs, tenderly covering her pussy because she’s sensitive and still recovering from the orgasm I just gave her.
My cock’s still pretty much full mast but also insanely sensitive. Normally I’d be stuffing it back into my briefs and pants and heading for the hills. I’m not really a stay and cuddle kind of guy. But staying here feels right. I didn’t even give it a second thought. But now I realize just how out of character it is for me.
What is this girl doing to me?
As I look down at her, I feel every protective instinct I have kicking in. I feel like a king and she is my queen and no other man can touch her. I’ve never felt that before. I don’t know how many girls ran through the rest of the basketball team after I had my way with them, but just the thought of another guy even seeing Grace naked, or even seeing her tits through her shirt without a bra on, threatens to send me into a craze.
She is mine!
I came down her throat, but I need to cum inside her. She has no idea what that’s like, and I never do that. With these girls around here, you always wrap it up. No ifs, ands or buts about it. A girl tells you she’s on the pill, she could be lying, and even if she’s not, who knows what she’s got going on down there. Being a stud is like driving a car; safety first.
Grace shifts beside me and I squeeze harder on her breast.
“That was…incredible,” she whispers in my ear. I stroke her hair in reply, smiling to myself. She finally looks up at me. “I do want to have sex with you. Just…not here.”
“I know,” I tell her. “I get it. And you don’t know how bad I want you.”
“Yeah?” She asks me, her eyes lighting up. She must know it by now, but I can see she’s still nervous – still insecure. And that just makes me like her more. There’s nothing phony about her. So many girls ham it up and give you all these lines they’ve heard from a porn movie, or try to do all kinds of crazy acrobatic weird shit that they think will impress you and make sure you never forget them. And they’re right. You never forget just how fucking stupid they are.
But Grace is honest and true and watching her body react to things she was experiencing for the first time is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Her hips bucking back as I touched her and her legs shaking as she came…I can’t even imagine what that will be like when my cock’s inside her.
“Yeah,” I assure her, kissing her gently. All I can think about is going down on her, sucking and licking her pussy lips and watching her writhe with pleasure, both of my hands on her tits.
I let my head drop down beside her and she makes room for me on the pillow. We just stare at each other for who knows how long when finally my eyes start to close.
“Tired?” She whispers.
“Mmmm,” I reply. “And shit. I have a game tomorrow.”
“Does that mean you have to leave?” She asks nervously.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “But not yet.”
I really don’t want to leave, that’s no bullshit. But I can’t be up all night if I plan on doing well tomorrow. Rumor is there are going to be some pro scouts there tomorrow and I’ve got to kick ass.
“You know what you made me do?” I ask her. “You made me break my one major rule of basketball.”
“What’s that?” She asks, looking very concerned. I smile back at her to let her know it’s not all that serious.
“Never have sex the day before a game.”
She laughs quietly. “Seriously? Is that really a thing?”
“I dunno,” I tell her. “Superstitions or whatever. I know I’d never have sex right before a game. Then I’d be fucked.”
“Literally,” she jokes. I laugh quietly and kiss her, then rest my head again and close my eyes.
As I lay there beside her, my mind wanders and I start to picture things…what I want to do with Grace, but more.
What would life be like if Grace was actually…my girlfriend? I can’t believe I’m thinking this, and if Joey was here to listen to my thoughts, he’d be completely freaking out. Tommy Mason with a steady girlfriend? What is the world coming to?
But seriously, what would be wrong with that? Having a girl to cheer me on at games? Spend time with after practice and class? Hang out with and actually do things other than fuck? That doesn’t sound half bad. Not when that girl is Grace.
But do I really want to get involved with somebody when I’m just going to be leaving school in two years to go to the professional leagues? What then? We just break up and go our separate ways? Even the thought of being away from Grace is too much to think about right now.
I can picture a future with this girl!
Grace is no dumb bimbo. She didn’t know who I was when we met, and if anything, that made her cautious of me, not the other way around. She’s no star fucker, gold digger or sorority bimbo. She’s a good girl with a good heart. The kind you could settle down with.
The fact that I’m thinking this way blows my mind, but as I take a deep breath and smell her again and feel her skin against my fingertips, it actually makes sense. Grace could be more than a conquest for me. More than another girl on my roster. She could be someone I could actually give myself too as well and share things with.
Also, I have a feeling she wouldn’t put up with any of my bullshit, which turns me on to her even more. Girls who tell you exactly what you want to hear when you’re out drinking at a party will only last so long before they bore you. Grace isn’t like that at all, and I have a feeling she’d surprise me for a long time.
God, why do I have a game tomorrow? Why is her roommate here?
I just want to fall asleep with her, wake up in the middle of the night and slip my cock inside her, grab her ass and plunge my tongue into her mouth and fuck her brains out. Even though I just came, I can feel my cock twitch with excitement at the thought.
“If you want,” I say hesitantly. “You could come to my game. Cheer me on.”
Grace looks up at me, almost like she can’t believe I just suggested that, but instantly lets me know with her eyes that she loves the idea.
“Really?” She asks. “You want me to?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Definitely.”
“What time?”
“Four,” I tell her. “Home game.”
“I will be there,” she tells me.
I smile at her, swelling with excitement like I just already won the game. Nothing in life has ever brought me the same pleasure and satisfaction as kicking ass on the basketball court, but hearing Grace tell me she’ll be there to cheer me on is already coming close. I can’t imagine what it will be like if she actually shows up.
But of course she will. If she was a bitch, she would tell me she’d come and then ghost me like I did to her with sociology class. But she’s not that kind of girl.
The fun we could have in the locker room too…
My mind keeps wandering to all the possibilities opening up before me if I was to make Grace mine – my girlfriend. And it’s just fucking glorious.
I wake with a start, realizing I’ve drifted off beside Grace who is sleeping soundly beside me. Slowly, I check my phone and realize just how late it is. I have to be up in a few hours. Being careful not to disturb Grace, I slither out of bed and back into my clothes, covering her with her sheets.
I crack the door and slip out into the hall and head back to my room. I’m smiling, inside and out. Somehow the world feels different now. Things have just begun between us, but I already feel like Grace is mine, and somehow that’s coloring the whole way I look at things. I’m more excited to see her in the stands tomorrow than I am to kick ass on the court. That may be a problem, to be honest, but if I can get my head right in the locker room I should be fine.
Nothing stops Tommy Mason.