(Damon)
With one last pump I let myself go, groaning with how good it felt. Opening my eyes I glanced down at the girl underneath me who looked quite satisfied with herself. I quickly pulled out and rolled off of her, sitting up on the side of the bed, and sliding my feet to the ground. I ran a hand over my face and through my hair before pulling the condom off and throwing it in the trashcan. A hand with long red fingernails slid down over my shoulder and scratched down my chest. I shrugged it off and stood up, hurrying to pull on my sweatpants. Why did I do this to myself? Sleeping with Selena was like sleeping with a viper. Pretty to look at, but comes with a vicious bite. She had been wanting me to make it official since I had been sleeping with her off and on for the past year, and hadn’t gotten the hint when I left with other girls right in front of her that it wasn’t going to happen. Selena was a good fuck, but left me hating myself every time I got with her. I needed to be done. There was definitely no future, not unless I wanted to be miserable for the conceivable decades ahead. I turned around to face the bed. “This is done,” I said brusquely.
Sticking her lips out in what she thought was an attractive pout she replied,” Damon, why would you say such a silly thing? We’re so good together.”
I threw up a little in my mouth as I stared down at her. She had had the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts but had dropped it with that last comment. Probably trying to lure me in with her oversized fake breasts. It had worked in the past. She had long shiny black hair and hazel eyes. I had always thought she was hot, definitely even comparable to the movie actresses and models I had my choice to fuck. Staring at her now though she looked ugly. Ever since I had started dreaming of the girl, it was impossible for me to even get aroused unless I imagined her the whole time I was fucking. I turned to go, frustrated. There’s no way this girl even existed, yet my thoughts were filled with her every second. I was obsessed with a dream. If she was real, I could just imagine how disgusted she would be seeing me right now. “See ya,” I muttered over my shoulder without answering her back.
“Damon, come back here,” she bawked, sounding a bit panicked.
I left, throwing the door closed behind me without another look back. Nothing was going to be good enough if I couldn’t get rid of these dreams. Nevertheless, even if the girl wasn’t real, it felt good to be done with Selena.
I hurried outside her dorm, pulling my hat down low in an attempt to hide from eager fans, or paparazzi. It was a fact of life that they would be lurking somewhere. I was Damon Pierce. Star prodigy quarterback. I had broken every high school record when I “suddenly” transferred into Belmont High for my senior year of high school. I had been recruited by every college in the country, ultimately picking Rothmore College as I had loved living in New York City through the decades. Mason had followed me, deciding it would be the base for his band. He was currently on a world tour but would be back in town in a few weeks in time for the annual football banquet and the first game of the year. Beckham was currently in France, filming a movie, but had decided to be based in LA for the time being so he could be close to the Hollywood scene. During the summers I would usually go stay with him and shoot a movie in between training for the upcoming season. I was a shoo-in (of course) for the NFL, but doing a movie or two a year was fun.
I texted my driver, Shelton, to come pick me up. I didn’t live on campus. Mason and I lived in a penthouse across from Central Park. It gave me separation from the hordes of fans and the groupies that were always trying to get into my pants. I heard my name yelled by a high pitched voice, just as Shelton pulled up to the curb in my black Bentley.
“Perfect timing,” I told him with a grin as I slid in before he could get out to open my door. “Hurry home.”
“A short visit sir?” he asked with a question, looking back at me through the rear view window.
Shelton had been with us since he was a young man and was more like family than anything else. Although getting up there in years, there was no one that I trusted more than him besides Mason and Beckham. He knew more of my secrets than I cared to think about. I rolled my eyes. “We won’t be “visiting”, anymore,” I replied.
Shelton quieted, giving me a somewhat searching look, before returning his gaze to the street in front of him. We were silent the rest of the way home. I had a call with a radio station in an hour, and then had practice this evening. What I needed to distract myself from the dream girl was a night out. As soon as Mason came back we would hit the clubs hard. I could always party with some of my teammates but the godlike reverence they often gave me got old after awhile, and it was just too easy to get all the girls when I was with them. At least it was a competition whenever I was out with Mason and Beckham. Girls just couldn’t decide which of us was their favorite. With this thought I exited the car with a grin and took the elevator up to the penthouse apartment. Walking into our apartment I couldn’t help but think to myself that I didn’t have a lot to complain about. Dream girl or not, life was pretty good.