“When you said you were taking me for a ride, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You like the blindfold though, right?” I asked.

“I could get used to it.”

I drove the car off the freeway and onto the long, quiet road that would take us right to our destination.

“You can take it off now,” I said. “You didn’t really need it anyway. I just liked the idea of blindfolding you.”

Kristi peeled off the blindfold and looked around to get her bearings. “I have no idea where we are.”

“We’re in my car.”

“Very funny. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

We’d spent most of yesterday with Kristi’s parents, giving them a stadium tour and then grabbing a late lunch. To the outside observer, she probably didn’t have much in common with her parents. Tasha was the free spirit, but Kristi was the hard worker who was afraid to let her hair down. Or at least, she had been.

But getting to know Kristi’s parents helped me to understand her better. She was rebelling. Most kids rebelled against their parents by drinking, sleeping around, and generally causing chaos. Like Tasha, in other words.

Kristi had to rebel by not doing those things. She’d had one boyfriend, and had refused to have casual sex until she met me. She put her career before her own enjoyment. I needed to remind her that she didn’t always have to rebel. There was nothing wrong with taking after your parents.

Now it was time for Kristi to understand where I came from.

Plus, we might actually get some privacy for once.

“Have you brought me here to murder me?” Kristi asked as she looked up at the house.

We’d driven off the main road and down a long drive. There wasn’t another house for miles around. Neither May nor I had done a great job maintaining the garden and it showed. What had once been a vibrant and beautiful display of color, was now a constant reminder that no one lived here anymore.

“It would make an excellent murder spot,” I admitted. “Come on, it’s nicer inside.”

Kristi walked inside and looked around. The house wasn’t exactly as my parents had left it, but we hadn’t changed it much since they died. May and I had considered selling it at one point, so we’d put a few modern appliances in and redecorated the kitchen and hallways. Mom had wanted to do that for years, but they’d never had enough money.

May had a decent income already, and when I signed for the pros, we realized we didn’t need to sell it. So we kept it, but left it practically abandoned.

“This is where you grew up, isn’t it?” Kirsti asked. She’d found a picture of me and May playing in the garden as kids. I’d been so skinny then. Looking at that kid, no one would have thought I’d bulk up and become a professional footballer.

“Lived here until I went to college,” I replied. “And I came back every summer of course. You really couldn’t beat my mom’s home-cooked meals. The things she could do with steak really were quite remarkable.”

The house had felt small as a kid. All my friends had lived in bigger houses, and had more land, but compared to the properties in San Francisco this one was huge.

“You never told me about your parents,” Kristi said.

She wasn’t accusing me of anything; it was just a statement of fact. She hadn’t told me about hers either until they showed up. We weren’t really at that stage. Were we now? I guessed so. I had just spent most of the day with her parents.

“They died in a car accident a couple of years ago,” I said softly. “They punctured a tire, and before Dad could bring the car under control, they veered off the road and off a short cliff.”

“My God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve come to terms with it. Kind of.”

It had taken a while, but after two years, I’d accepted that there was no one to blame. No other car had been on the road at the time. Neither of my parents had been drinking. The tire wasn’t faulty. It was just one of those things.

“I didn’t realize you grew up in the sticks,” Kristi said. “You’d never struck me as the country bumpkin type.”

“I was always a little embarrassed about growing up here,” I admitted. “I went to college in a city, and never intended to come back. Seems silly now.”

“It’s not silly. We don’t appreciate what we have when we’re growing up. It’s human nature. So, you going to give me the tour?”

“Sure. How about we start upstairs. I want to show you my childhood bedroom.”

I let Kristi walk around my room and examine my pictures and trophies, but after a few minutes I couldn’t take any more. We were alone in a room with a bed. I could only wait so long.

“I always wondered what it would be like to be in the bedroom of a high school quarterback,” Kristi said. “I never even got into the bedroom of the chess club captain.”

“You could have if you’d wanted to; with the quarterback that is. You’re beautiful, and you always have been.”

“You haven’t seen pictures of me as a teenager.”

“I can tell.”

Kristi smiled and walked towards me. “So what happens in the bedroom of a high school quarterback?”

“Get on the bed and I’ll show you.”

Kristi hopped on the bed without a moment’s hesitation and lay there looking absolutely adorable in a loose floral skirt and white frilly top. My mom would have loved her.

I followed her onto the bed and immediately pulled off her panties. I hadn’t tasted her since last night and that was far too long a wait. I lifted up her skirt and buried my head underneath, going straight for the sweet goodness between her legs.

“You’re already dripping wet,” I said as my fingers explored her folds.

“You had me blindfolded in the car.” She gasped as I slipped a finger inside her. “You wouldn’t believe the things that were going through my mind.”

“You liked the blindfold then. Noted.”

I slid a second finger inside her, and started massaging her insides while my tongue pressed against her already engorged clit. I should know how she tasted by now, but her delicious sweetness always felt new and mind blowing.

Her breaths became shorter, and my cock became harder, each time my tongue lapped against her sex.

“Come up and fuck me,” Kristi demanded.

“You’ve gotten bossy,” I teased, as I moved up her body and pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues met and fought in her mouth while I plunged my cock into her tight pussy.

Kristi groaned deeply when I entered her and reached around to grab hold of my ass. Her nails dug into my cheeks as my cock brushed against the spot that always set her body on edge. It didn’t take long before she started moving her hips in rhythm with mine, groaning deeply with each thrust that I slammed deep into her.

She screamed that she was coming, but I could already feel it. Her pussy tightened around my cock, encouraging me to finish as well. I might have been able to hold on for a few more minutes, but the second I saw her face it was all over.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was heavy. She looked so beautiful. So perfect. Innocent and filthy at the same time. I thrust one final time and emptied myself inside her tight pussy.

I didn’t take my eyes off her until she insisted on getting up and going to the bathroom ten minutes later. I could look at that woman all day. All day for the rest of my life.