“Oh, yeah?” I ask, not having any idea where this conversation is headed.
“Yeah. I think you should come. You know, if you’re looking to make a romantic gesture.”
“If she wants me there, she’ll invite me,” I tell her. “Look I gotta go. Thanks for the information.”
“Okay, QB. I’ll be here to unlock her door.”
I hang up, hating the idea of celebrating any holiday without Ava. Thanksgiving is around the corner then Christmas. Football season stretching out from now until then.
I’d love to have her in the stands at my home games. The idea of her being there rooting for me makes me want to be an even stronger athlete. Of course, I want to play well for the team, but the idea of Ava watching me, cheering me on, sends a fresh surge of desire through me.
God, I want that girl.
The next morning I round up the cleaning supplies I need. It’s near impossible to find a mop, and when I finally locate it I see that it’s covered in spider webs. Obviously, it’s not just me who could polish up on their room cleaning habits.
Grabbing my bag of supplies, I triple check that everything is here. Including the vacuum cleaner. Once I’ve got it all, I head to her house after she would have left for class. As promised, Casey is waiting for me.
“What took you so long, Romeo?”
But one look at me tells me exactly why I am here. I’ve got a broom and duster in one hand, the vacuum and mop in the other. “I’m here to clean up Ava’s bedroom.”
Casey nods approvingly and leads me up to Ava’s room. She unlocks the door and points a finger at me. “No snooping in her panty drawer.”
I set down my gear and raise my hands in defense. “Wouldn’t think of it.”
But that’s a lie. Of course, I want to know what kind of panties she has tucked away.
Once alone in my girl's bedroom, I set to work, paying attention to details as I do. Her stack of textbooks is no surprise, but her paperback romance novel, with a ripped bearded man on the cover, opened and facedown on her bed, makes me smile. The idea of her reading romantic endings is a good thing--it means she isn’t totally opposed to falling in love. With me.
I flip it over and scan the page she’d been reading…I turn, offering him my ass, and I slide the silky panties off, then straddle him backward. "That feel okay?" I ask, dropping my pussy to his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Hannah, are you kidding me right now?"
"Do you want me to be?" I ask, rolling his balls in my hand, watching as his thick cock grows a few inches.
"No. This is exactly what I want." Then he begins licking me, my pussy wet with pleasure as his tongue begins to explore my cunt.
I open my mouth, taking him in, sucking hard and knowing this is just the beginning.My eyes widen, my cock growing hard. Fuck, this is the kind of thing my girl likes to read? I knew she was a bookworm, I had just never really considered what kind of books she might like to read other than the assigned texts for class.
I close the book and look at the title, The Mountain Man’s Cure. Damn, sex like I just read could cure me of just about anything.
Not wanting to become any more aroused, I set the book on the bedside table and make her bed. When I lift her pillow to fluff it and see a hot pink vibrator beneath it. I toss the pillow back on the bed, knowing if I’m not careful I’m gonna have to walk out of this bedroom with a foot long stiffy.
Focusing on the room, I sweep the floor and wipe down surfaces, tossing clothes in a basket and lining her shoes up in her closet. I try to take the job seriously and not get distracted by the corkboard of photos she has hanging over her desk.
There are lots of photos of her and the woman I assume is her mom, they look so much alike. I love that she has a close relationship with her. In the end, family really is everything.
When I finish, I reach inside a bag I’d dragged upstairs and pull out an orange pumpkin to leave on her desk. Using a thumbtack from her bulletin board, I attach my handwritten note to it. I hope she accepts me for who I am, and who I’m not.
Because I really believe we would make a good fucking team. We may be messy, but we have our priorities straight.
It just might have taken me a little bit longer to figure out exactly what mine were.
But now I know.
And I hope this small gesture shows Ava McIntyre that I’m more than a player.