Offside

My foot almost moved without me asking it to.

The burning was still there, but watching Nicole’s fingertips as they ran over her skin had me in a fucking trance or something. We hadn’t had sex in over a week—since she stayed over last Friday night in my room at the center—and now she was practically fondling herself right out here in the open. My right foot slid slowly over the floor.

“Not so much weight on your arms,” Nicole reminded me. She wasn’t any easier to fool than Danielle was.

I scowled but released my death grip on the bar.

More sweat in my eyes.

More itching and burning in the muscles of my legs.

My hips started to ache.

My left foot managed to actually rise off the ground to move forward.

“Shit,” I mumbled then looked up at Nicole. It fucking hurt. “I can’t anymore…”

“Yes, you can, baby,” she said. “I know you can. Come on now!”

Then she pulled her sweater out, away from her tits, and looked down into her own shirt.

“They’re just over here waiting for you, you know.”

“Fuck…you don’t play fair…”

She cupped herself, and the sweat pouring down my face probably mixed with drool.

Another step.

I fumbled but grabbed onto the bar and managed not to fall over.

Another step, and I could see down into her shirt a bit as she leaned over. She stuck her finger between her cleavage, and I groaned.

“Three more steps, baby,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to stop panting. My legs hurt, my feet hurt—my whole lower body fucking hurt. I pushed on anyway.

Left foot.

Right foot.

Lunge.

I grabbed onto Nicole as I pushed myself forward one last time, ended up grabbing onto her, and we both fell onto the mat. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could hardly breathe, but I did make it to the end of the bars.

“You did it!” Nicole screeched.

She was laughing and crying all at the same time. Her arms wrapped around my head, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted drugs to make me pass out or if I wanted to rip her sweater off and suck on her tits.

I did stick my face between them and give her a good motor-boating.

Shakespeare told us, “Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.” Somehow, I was pretty sure my heaven was right below me, laughing and kissing the sweat off my face.

Now maybe this remedy would stick.

“Oh…yeah…baby…”

“That’s it…” Nicole panted into my neck. “Fuck me back...fuck me back!”