Balance (Off Balance 1)

Once inside my condo, I couldn’t get to my bedroom fast enough, stripping off what little I wore along the way. I climbed into the center of my bed and brought my knees up and spread my legs wide. My hand immediately went to my sex. I sighed as I slowly circled my clit. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so desperate to come. As visions of Kova entered my mind, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

My hand glided against my bare pussy, the same hand I touched him with. It had been a first for me. I thought of his soft skin beneath my touch. His hard cock. His dirty words. “What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock.” Little moans vibrated in my throat as the friction from my fingers took me higher. God, I needed to come. I shivered as I remembered the feel of his mouth devouring mine. Our tongues tangling and teeth nipping at lips. Beads of sweat broke out across my skin as my orgasm climbed, reaching that point of no return.

Rolling over, I pressed my stomach to the bed and began riding my hand. I thought about how he told me to fuck his hand as I was fucking mine right now. My hips lifted in the air and I rubbed faster, remembering the way his penis stroked me through my clothes. The comforter felt cool against my hardened nipples. The weight and pressure, divine on my clit, and I moaned into my sheets. Slipping a small finger inside my pussy, I went in just enough and rocked back and forth, creating a firestorm of pleasure that was just seconds from erupting from me. “Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight...” Sweet Jesus, I wanted to come all night, as many times as I could, to the beat of Kova’s hand and erotic words. I’d do anything for it to happen with him.

Shit. This was wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t be thinking of him in this manner. But I couldn’t stop. An orgasm ripped through me so violently I shook from the gratification zipping down my body. My eyes squeezed shut and I felt Kova’s touch in place of mine and pretended I was riding his hand instead, coming harder than ever. A loud rush of euphoria escaped me and I cried out, sighing breathlessly while the orgasm carried on.

Turning over, I swept my hair away from my face and caught my breath. My breathing evened out. I was completely sated and didn’t want to move. I couldn’t believe how something that felt so deliciously good could be so morally wrong.

Clearly, we both weren’t thinking straight to let something like this happen. It was beyond dumb and careless, not to mention we could’ve gotten caught. My heart nearly stopped when I’d heard Katja’s voice. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the repercussions would be.

I debated calling Avery. I wanted to tell her everything that happened but was hesitant, given the nature of the situation. It probably wasn’t the wisest idea, even if she was my best friend and we told each other everything. This was a totally different scenario. Totally different. I needed to talk to someone though, and she was dating an older guy at the moment, which her parents had no idea about, so she really was perfect. I needed to get my thoughts together first and the lies I would need to tell her. Because let’s be real, there was no way in hell I could admit it was my coach.

After I took a quick shower and got dressed, I grabbed my cell and dialed Avery’s number, but after one ring it went straight to her voicemail.

Holy hell, she just hit the fuck you button on me.

I called her again. It was nearly eleven at night, so I knew she was home. Bringing the phone to my ear, it rang twice and then went to voicemail. She did it again!

Me: Pick up your phone, b. I need to talk to you. I know you did not just hit the fuck you button on me.

The fuck you button was just the decline button on the phone. When I caught my boyfriend cheating on me last year with a mutual friend of ours, I dumped him immediately. He was devastated and regretted it, or so he said, and wouldn’t stop calling me. One day, Avery grabbed my phone and yelled, “FUCK YOU!” and clicked decline. We laughed so hard and it stayed with us ever since.

BFF: I’m w/bf! Shhh...give me 5

Her older boyfriend, the one I knew nothing about. Finally, forty minutes of stewing later, my phone flashed with a picture of Avery and me.

“I hate you.” I skipped the pleasantries.

“Fuck you, no you don’t. You love me.”

I grimaced. Avery was right. I could never really hate her.

“Now what’s going on that you had to blow my phone up while I was blowing my man?”

“Ugh, Ave! I did not need to hear that!” She began laughing. “Wait, you stopped to text me in the middle of it?”

“You didn’t get the hint when I sent you to voicemail—twice!”

“Ah, yeah. You’re not allowed to hit the fuck you button on me, just like I never would with you. Next time you don’t answer for me, I’ll know why.”

She chuckled. “All right, what’s going on that you’re making me call you at midnight?”

I had to be careful with my words. “Let me ask you something, this mystery guy of yours you refuse to tell me about, which I secretly hate you for by the way, is nineteen and you’re sixteen. Isn’t that, like, illegal since he’s over eighteen?”

Avery sighed into the phone as if she couldn’t believe I asked her that. “You have so much to learn, bestie...”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Seriously?”

“Of course I looked it up, Google is my second best friend and my father would murder me if he found out. I did my homework and it’s not actually illegal because of the age gap. The law is really weird. Regardless, my mom is the one who introduced us, so she only has herself to blame. Plus, we’re just having some fun.”

“She didn’t introduce you for the sole purpose of having sex!” I laughed.

“Well...” she trailed off. “She didn’t deliberately introduce us. We met at an event my family put on. Our family met his...you know how it goes.”

“Yeah, I do. So he lives on the Island?” The island was fairly small. I’d figure out who it was eventually.

“His family does. He goes to college at UF, but was in town to see me. Enough about my amazingly wonderful love life. So why do you wanna know about the ages and what’s legal?”