Hunter
I draw a long fucking sigh and lie down on the mat. It’s wet. Probably from the sweat that we worked up. Probably from the fucking cum and juices and whatever else. God, is it fucking crazy that I don’t even care? I just want more of Natalie.
I mean, I just fucking came so fucking hard with her and all I can think about is turning her over and doing it again. Of squeezing that ass again and spreading those cheeks. Slapping each cheek and watching it quiver. Squeezing it like dough. Then lifting that ass in the air and sticking my hot, thick, throbbing cock right back in her pussy. Getting my cock nice and wet and then pushing it slowly into her asshole while she cries out in pleasure. Feeling her body buck and whirl as I fuck the living daylights out of her and then emptying a giant load of hot steamy cum right into her.
God, just thinking about this is making my cock all hard again. I seriously need to chill.
“That was amazing,” Natalie purrs, turning over to me on the mat and scraping her finger down my chest and over my abs. She circles above my crotch and then lightly traces one finger over my semi-erect cock. It starts coming to attention.
I look around me.
I haven’t been this happy with a woman since…
Fuck.
Just being around the gym sometimes brings the thoughts back but sometimes just being happy is enough to do it too. I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
Sometimes I can’t get her out of my fucking head.
I think back to all the fights I had where before I went out there, I said a prayer to her. Hoped she was watching me. Looking down at me from Heaven.
“Hunter?” Natalie asks, laying a light kiss on my bicep and curling herself into me. “What’s going on?”
“I’m just thinking, babe,” I say out loud, my voice slightly gruff. “Just thinking about shit.”
“What kind of shit?” Natalie asks and I can almost hear the fucking smile on her face. “Penny for your thoughts?”
I sigh. She doesn’t say anything and I know that she’s a grown ass woman. If I told her shit was private she’d leave it as is and not fucking bother me.
But I don’t want that.
I want to tell someone. I want to let someone in to my life. I don’t want to just fuck this woman and then go on my merry fucking way. I like this broad.
But how do you let someone in on your life when your life is so fucked? How the fuck do you show them how bad of a mess you are?
“You can tell me anything,” Natalie whispers, and I feel her body meld into mine.
“Just thinking about the time I’ve spent in this gym,” I say at first and Natalie is silent. “All the fights I had.”
She’s still silent. “And all the fights I’ve never had.”
Natalie is silent for a moment longer.
“Logan?” she asks.
I don’t say anything. I don’t fucking need to.
“We knew each other back in the day,” I say to her, staring up at the ceiling and I can feel her hands wrapping tighter around me.
“Back then, back in college, Logan was big man on fucking campus. Came from a family with a lot of money. Was president of his fraternity. Was on the college boxing team. I was just a freshman and he was a sophomore and already half the fucking campus looked up to him. And when I pledged his fraternity – this poor kid with nothing but dreams of being a boxer – he went out of his way to talk to me. We fucking bonded in like a minute and before you knew it, we were like brothers.”
I hear Natalie take a sharp breath.
“We fucking did everything together. We trained together. Studied together. Had the same friends. Hell, we got drunk and fucked the same bitches sometimes. Passed her around,” I continue.
I know what you’re thinking. You just fucked this gorgeous ass girl and you’re talking about fucking other girls.
But something has happened. I can’t explain it.
I'm no longer in control of my fucking words.
“What happened?” Natalie asks. She’s not hung up about the girls in my past at all. God this woman is amazing.
“Passing around sluts sort of stopped when I fell in love with a girl I met at our fraternity party. Her name was Sarah. We fucked for hours. I fell in love. But so did Logan,” I say.
“And she didn’t want to choose?” Natalie asks.
I shake my head.
“It’s not that she didn’t want to choose,” I say. “It’s that she didn’t get a chance to.”
Natalie is quiet and I continue.
“It was her birthday and I was going over to celebrate at her sorority. I had a present for her. I even remember what I bought. A matching set of black lace La Perla. I had saved for two months to afford that shit,” I say. I can feel Natalie nestle her head against me.
“But Logan was there too. I dunno, I think we both just lost it, seeing each other there after the same girl that we wanted to go for. We started arguing. Starting shouting. That’s when Sarah walked in. But we we already crossed the Rubicon. Don’t know who threw the first punch. But before we knew it, we were going at it guns blazing. She got upset. See, I think she loved us both. But she ran out, trying to get away from it all, and didn’t ever see the car coming down the street as it hit her,” I recite, bringing up long suppressed memories.
“Oh my God,” Natalie gasps softly.
I shake my head.
“Died right then and there. No suffering, so I guess there’s that,” I whisper. Fuck, my heart is starting to fucking clench.
“I’m so sorry,” Natalie breathes.
I pause before I continue.
“See, she never wanted us to fight. She never wanted us to lock horns. At the funeral, one of the last times I spoke to Logan, we decided we would never fight again. We could hate each other’s fucking guts, but out of respect, we would never fight and defile her memory. In life. And in the ring,” I confide.
Natalie is silent.
“That’s why we do different weight classes. That’s why we fucking ignore each other. Because we’re both holding on to the memory of Sarah. It’s the only thing we have,” I finish.
I’ve said too much. I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if Natalie just up and left me at this point.
But she doesn’t.
She holds me tighter.
And we lay there, for a long, long time.