Mollie
My dreams about Chase were always as vivid as my reality without him. In my dream, Chase was leading me down a long hallway to our hotel room at the Airport Hilton. We were like kids; giddy, playful, we couldn’t keep out hands off of one another.
With me hanging on him, Chase opened the door and led me into the room. He was on fire, knowing that the next morning he’d be heading to Atlanta for a meeting with the Falcons.
It was a formality, of course. The Falcons had made it public knowledge that they were going to draft the young standout quarterback from the University of Alabama and wouldn’t let any other team get in their way.
Chase beamed: knowing that, if all went according to plan, he’d be drafted by the Falcons, become an immediate millionaire, and our life together would be set.
We couldn’t wait to tear into one another like animals. I roughly tugged his Alabama jersey over his head and pushed him onto the bed.
He put his hands behind his head and beamed at me. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Chase’s frame. His muscles flexed and called to me. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue across his thick chest and perfectly-chiseled abs.
I pulled my jersey over my head and slid out of my bra. My tits are not huge, but they are natural and more than a handful. I playfully cupped them in my hands and held them up for him to see. I ran my thumb over my nipple and we both moaned.
Without getting off the bed, Chase lifted his butt and shimmied out of his sweat pants and boxer shorts. His cock was already full and stiff in anticipation of our lovemaking. When he lay back with his hands behind his head it stood up like the mast of a great ship I couldn’t wait to board.
I pushed my sweat pants and panties down my legs and got on my knees at the the foot of the bed. I put my fingers around him, so long and thick and veiny. He moaned at my touch, which just made me even wetter. I slowly moved my hand up and down as I put my lips to the mushrooming head. I toyed with him for a minute, letting my tongue slither around the head, flicking little kisses up and down the shaft.
“Come here,” I heard him say. I looked up with him still in my mouth and grinned. He was reaching for me. Wiggling his fingers.
I straddled him, ready to ride him like a stallion. He put his hands on my hips and slowly lowered me onto him. As he entered me, I closed my eyes and held my breath. Then, when he was at my opening, I opened my eyes and impaled myself on him. The sudden eruption of nerve endings sent shudders through my entire body. I heard the breath rush from Chase’s lungs.
I put my hands on his chest and lowered my mouth to his. His lips were wet and warm. His tongue darted into my mouth and I sucked on it life a candy cane.
Chase’s hands immediately went to my tits, as they always did. He loved the feel of my natural boobs and the thickness of my nipples. He kneaded my breasts as I set the pace, riding him up and down, lifting myself until I felt his tip at my opening, then sliding back down.
I heard Chase moan and call my name. He grabbed my hips and started to drive me up and down on his long cock. I bit my lip and dug my fingers into his chest. Within seconds we came together, as we always did. I could feel him filling me with his hot cum. I felt my muscles milking him for every ounce he had.
After a moment, I collapsed on top of him. We were a sweaty, gooey mess. And we had never been more in love. If you had told me then that just two months later Chase would break up with me over the phone I would have said you were insane.
* * *
I felt someone shaking me. I lifted my head off my arms and looked up to find the principal, Mrs. Campbell, gently shaking me. There was a kind smile on her wrinkled face.
“Mollie, dear, you were sleeping at your desk again,” she said, moving to stand across the desk from me. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, wiping a bit of drool from my cheek. “Long night, last night. Tommy has an ear infection, so…”
“Have you heard the news about Chase?” she asked, totally ignoring the news that my young son had an ear infection. She as an old busybody. She, like everyone else in town, knew about my past with Chase. Heck, how could she not know. We were the golden couple of Centerville for years.
“I heard he was getting out of rehab,” I said.
“Do you think he’ll come back home?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me as if she were trying to read my mind. It was a good thing she couldn’t read my mind. It would have cost me my job.
“I haven’t spoken to Chase in two years, Mrs. Campbell,” I said as I pushed myself out of the chair and retrieved my purse from the desk drawer. “And I have no intention of ever doing so again.”
She started to say something, but I told her I had to get home to my sick son and headed for the door.