She’s leaning up against the side of my car while I’m watching people exit the parking lot. The game ended a few minutes ago. Soon this place will be empty. I’m not going anywhere until Owen gets here. I drove us today because it’s game day. We’ve made a pattern of it. I drive on game days because after school we do a quick food run before heading back to school. Once we get back I usually head to the library while he hits the field and warms up. I come to the game to cheer him on and then after we play the fake game of do you want to go to the party tonight. We never go. If we have free time we spend it attached to each other in the most pleasurable ways. The blowjob I gave him in the car before he took off for warm-ups was a great example of that. I lick my lips thinking about it. They still feel a little swollen from being stretched around him. I never knew that pleasuring him would also get me so worked up. Owen had to slide his hand down my panties before he left so that I could come too. He said there was no way that he was leaving me in the state that I was in. I insisted that he not be late but he said he’d make it quick. He said his game depended on me being satisfied because there was no way he’d be able to concentrate on the field knowing I was in the stands aroused. I rolled my eyes at him but I let him have his way.
“Nope. Owen will be out any minute.”
“See ya.” She lifts her fingers to give me a finger slap before she turns to leave.
I go back to watching where the guys exit after the game. I’ve oddly enjoyed falling into schedule with Owen. I always know what he is doing and he knows what I’m up to also. We set up everything so we can see each other as much as possible. It is cute and a little obsessive but I don’t care. We do what we’re supposed to. We both keep up on our work load. Besides, studying is way more fun when I get to steal kisses and an orgasm every now and then from Owen. Life has been busy but fun. I no longer think having a boyfriend will slow me down or get in the way of what I want. Now I see it’s nice to have someone you work with. Having a person that makes you be your best self and encourages you is so important. I’ve found that in Owen. We might have different goals we are working for but we are doing them together.
Normally Owen is the first one out the door. He’s usually running over to me so when I see someone coming I push off my car. I try to keep the pursed look off my face when I see it’s Billy. I haven’t had any run-ins with him but I’ve heard some of the girls’ whispers that he’s the biggest D-bag of them all. Rumor has it he’s crude and doesn’t like the word no. I brace myself and expect the worst as he walks closer to me.
I pull out my phone to play with so we don’t make eye contact. I don’t want to even bother with fake hellos. My plan doesn’t work. It’s only a few moments later that his body is blocking out part of the light that’s above me in the parking area. I am grateful to Owen for parking under the light. I’d been complaining that he was searching for a spot too long when we’d gotten back from grabbing food earlier. When classes are over you can park wherever and now I know that he took the extra time so that I would have light while I was waiting. He is always putting me first.
“Aly.” He drawls out the Y as he says my name. I don’t know if he’s trying to be cute or flirt with me. Doesn’t matter; it’s annoying. Goosebumps crawl up my skin when my name comes out of his mouth.
“Alice,” I correct. Only friends call me Aly. He narrows his eyes on me for a moment.
“Owen’s going to be a minute. Coach and Carter are talking to him.”
“Thanks.” I give a half smile in hopes of him moving along. He only steps closer to me. I put my hands up to stop him. I’m already against my car now.
I have to lean my head back to look up at him. Owen’s taller than him but Billy is still pretty freaking tall compared to me. Most people are. I start to feel trapped. Silently I’m panicking but I’m also trying to mentally map a way around him.