At least it’s the fourth quarter now. We approach the field and watch the remainder of the game, standing next to each other companionably. Jimmy’s stealing the show with his clever passes and feints, but I don’t see my son. Not really. Instead, I’m hyperaware of the beauty on my right, and everything that I want to do to her. Taking her virginity was only the beginning of this sensual journey.
The Hudson team wins the game to the happy cheers of the crowd. I greet Jimmy as he jogs off the playing field and congratulate the boy before saying a quick goodbye. “So soon?” he asks with an air of confusion.
I give him a hearty slap on the back.
“I’ll leave you with your friends to celebrate,” is my rumble before shooting a quick glance at Katie. Jimmy nods, already turning to talk to his coach, but the look in my beautiful girl’s eyes almost makes me stop. I want to be with her. I don’t want to leave her here, with my son. Instead, I’d like to whisk her off to my penthouse and spend the next week with my cock buried between her legs as she begs me for more.
So yeah, this is bad timing. But what can you do? With a growl, I shake my head and furiously turn the ignition in my car. I’m supposed to be heading over to Velma’s for dinner, but driving to the woman’s apartment, I have absolutely no urge at all to see her. Still though, at this point it would be more of a hassle to cancel than to just stick with the plan. I pull up in the driveway and head up to her apartment, determined to make the most of this evening. But as she opens the door to admit me, my heart sinks into my shoes. I can’t do this, not with this woman. Not after what I just experienced with Katie.
“Hi Jordan,” Velma purrs, leaning in to kiss me. I allow her a touch of her lips, but don’t kiss back. I can’t.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, immediately suspicious. Not that I’m normally all that affectionate. “Why are you dressed like you’ve just been on a picnic? And what are those stains on your slacks?” she continues. I glance down. It’s true that my casual clothes are a little grubby from the hot session on the roof, but it was worth it. I merely shrug.
“Never mind my appearance,” I growl at her. She dramatically pretends to be taken aback. Of course, Velma’s made up to the nines. Her blonde bob comes to rest just above her tanned, thin shoulders. Her face is coated in cosmetics and she’s wearing a red strapless dress that shows off long, slender legs and matching red stiletto heels. Velma looks great, and at thirty-five, she’s still young. But even though our relationship has been purely based on sex, it leaves me cold.
Unfortunately, Velma doesn’t get it. “Jordan, darling,” she says. “I thought we were going out to dinner? What’s going on?”
I’m watching her mouth move, but all I can think of is Katie’s full lips, her angelic face, and her big brown eyes full of innocence. The way her skin is creamy and delicious. Her huge, soft tits, and her round ass. I suddenly wonder how I could have ever felt attracted to Velma, whose body is lean and thin, with fake tits that resemble water balloons. What’s happened in the last twenty-four hours? Is this about face all because of one college girl?
“Look, Velma, this isn’t working,” I say briskly. “I wanted to tell you in person. I’m sorry to do this so suddenly, but we had a good time while it lasted, right?”
The woman’s face hardens, and she shoots me a nasty glare. “A good time?” she asks me coldly. “Is that what you’d call it?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve enjoyed myself, haven’t you?” I respond casually. A little too casually, clearly, because Velma’s eyes spit flame.
“Who do you think you are?” she suddenly screeches at me. “You show up here whenever the fuck you want, you stand me up, all you ever want is sex -”
“Okay,” I growl with a grimace. “You know as well as I do that we discussed the terms of this so-called relationship when we started. I told you I don’t do relationships.”
“Yeah, but not doing relationships doesn’t mean you get to act like a dick about it!” she retorts bitterly, tears of frustration pouring down her face. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.
“Stop it, Velma,” I say with a glare. “You’re being ridiculous. I don’t hear you complaining about all the jewelry I’ve bought you over the last couple of months. Or that I flew you and your sister to the Bahamas for a week.”
“To get me out the way, no doubt! So you can be with your little whore!” she spits at me. I glare at her. “That’s why you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you? You’ve got someone else? Someone younger?”