His First Cherry Pie: A Double Virgin Valentine

I stand, eyes clenched, fists clenched, and let the water slice over me. Having Willa here has been everything, and I’m barely hanging on. But I also know that when I do come, I want it to be inside of Willa. I’m done with all this, and I’m only going to be truly satisfied when I’m painting her womb with my seed.

I wait for the intense desire to subside, and when it starts to lessen, I work quickly to clean off from my morning workout, already anxious to get back to her. I barely slept last night when I should have been sleeping like a baby after the game yesterday. But just knowing she was in the next room was enough to have me tossing and turning, wishing she was with me in my bed instead.

When I get downstairs, she’s setting the food on the smaller table in the kitchen. She has a spread set out, and I hold her chair out for her to sit down.

I breathe in her vanilla scent before walking around and sitting across from her.

She’s holding her fork in midair. “Did you just smell me?”

I smile and take a bite of perfectly cooked bacon. “Yes.”

She blushes, and I have to ask her, “Is that okay?”

She’s blushing as she puts the food in her mouth. “Uh, yeah, I guess. It’s weird, though.”

I shake my head. “It’s not weird at all. I like the way you smell.”

She wipes her hands on the napkin, and I know it’s just because she’s nervous and needs to do something with her hands. “Uh, I like the way you smell too.”

I lean forward and smirk. “Oh yeah, probably right now you do. I’m sure yesterday I was ripe and offensive.”

She instantly starts to shake her head. “Both. I mean, you smell good either way.”

She leans back in her chair, and her nipples are hard underneath her shirt. It’s nice to see I affect her just as much as she does me.

I point to her food. “Eat up so we can get that interview over with.”

We finish our meal, and I clean up while she goes to set up in my office. Once I have everything stacked in the dishwasher, I wipe off the kitchen table and then make my way to my home office.

Willa is sitting cross-legged on the couch, and I sit on the other end. She turns to me. “Okay, so I’ve thought of some questions, but remember sports is not my thing so feel free to jump in if you think I’m asking something I shouldn’t or...”

I turn toward her, drawing one leg up on the couch to face her. “You’ll be fine.”

She nods and sets her phone down between us and then gets her pen and paper out. “I’m going to record this, okay?”

I nod. I hate talking about myself, but I know it will be easier with her. Plus, I trust her. “Sure.”

“Okay, you hold the league record in domination blocks. You have zero penalties...” She goes on to talk about all my accomplishments and records. When she’s done, I realize that she hadn’t read any of that. She had it all committed to memory.

“I thought you didn’t know anything about football.”

She shrugs, but I can tell she’s lying before she even opens her mouth. “I did some research.”

I don’t call her on it. She stretches her legs out on the couch, and when her foot bumps my knee, she tries to pull back, but I don’t let her. I grab her feet and put them both in my lap. Her mouth falls open while I massage them. Her pink toes flex as she groans, “Oh my, that feels good.”

I readjust a little so her feet are nowhere near my cock. She’s going to think I can’t control myself if I keep sporting wood every time I touch her.

Her eyes are closed, and I clear my throat. “Okay, back to work. What’s the question?”

She taps her pen on the paper. “Okay. So you went to high school here, you went to college here in town...”

I correct her. “Junior college.”

She rolls her eyes. “Same thing. And then you got drafted for the Knoxville Knights.”

I nod, agreeing with everything she said. She has her facts right, so I wait for the question. “Is that the team you wanted to play for?”

I stare back at her. “That’s the only team I would have played for.”

Her eyes widen. “Why? I mean, obviously it’s a good team. But you’re saying if you were drafted say at New York or Ohio, you would have turned it down?”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Absolutely.”

“Why?” she blurts out incredulously.

“Because I wasn’t leaving Knoxville.”

Her eyes get big. “But why? I mean... because of your family?”

My mother wasn’t around. My father was an alcoholic and usually only came around to watch my high school games and normally didn’t make it until the end of the games because he got kicked out. No, the reason I wouldn’t leave Knoxville is simple: I wasn’t leaving her. Even if she wasn’t mine, I couldn’t leave her. “I wasn’t leaving Knoxville because there’s someone important here.”