"Well, that's good, right?"
"Yeah. It just seems like a coincidence, you know?"
"What is?"
"That she gets a job a with a Doctor Matthews..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Hey!" She shoved me lightly, exaggerating a gasp. "Your dad's a doctor, right? A Doctor Matthews?"
I shook my head. "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of something?" I took her hands in mine.
"Yeah, I am. I'm accusing you of being awesome!"
I laughed.
"Thank you, Logan." She scooted closer to me. She had our linked hands between us.
I moved them to the side so I could get closer to her. "You're welcome."
And then she kissed me. On my lips. Just once. But it was enough. I'd done at least one thing right by her.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, our fingers still locked.
"Probably catch the bus home."
I really didn't like her catching the bus. It's not far, but it's far enough. Plus, I think I remember Micky telling me about a guy licking her elbow once.
"I've only got a short session. I'll be done in an hour. Can you hang around here?"
She bit her lip, looking down. "Okay."
"Okay." I nodded my head.
She took my cap off and placed it back on my head. Then scrunched her nose and flipped it backwards.
"Better," she said, before moving in and kissing me.
Amanda
I knew the girls outside the stadium were laughing at me, and I get it. Logan Matthews talking to me. It was funny, but whatever. Fuck them. It'd only been about half an hour since he left but the temperature had dropped a shitload and I didn't bring a sweater. I was freezing my ass off waiting for him. I was about to text him and tell him that I'd just meet him at home when I heard those girls giggling again. I looked up to see him walking towards me. My eyes went wide when I took him in. It's the first time I'd seen him in his baseball gear and holy shit he looked good, better than good.
"Busted!" He smirked.
Shit. I can't even deny it.
When he got closer, I could see him holding his team jacket in his hand. "You cold?" He started to open the jacket.
"Yeah." I yelled. I don't know if he could hear me over the sound of the wind.
He stood in front of me, and put his jacket over my shoulders. I put my arms in the holes.
"Turn around," he said.
I was confused but I did it anyway.
He pulled out my hair from the under the jacket, and I zipped it up. When I looked up, I could see the girls glaring at me, their hands covering their mouths as they talked shit.
He turned me to face him, but his eyes were narrowed at the girls.
"You came out just to give me this?" I asked, trying to get his attention.
His eyes moved from them to me. "Well, yeah. I can't have you sitting out in the cold."
And just then, a crack of thunder sounded and the rain poured down on us, instantly soaking us.
"Holy shit!" He picked up my bag, grabbed my hand and led me inside the stadium.
The few seconds it took for us to get in, was all the rain needed to get us drenched.
Once we were safely inside, he took his cap off and shook out his hair. I watched him. This boy—no, this man, looking hot as hell in his uniform. And I wanted him. Bad.
He puts his cap back on and turned to face me. Then a smile pulled on his lips and I knew he'd caught me, again.
He moved closer to me, and started walking me backwards until I hit a wall. His hands gripped my waist, and his body covered mine.
"Busted." He whispered in my ear. "If I catch you looking at me like that again, we're going to have a huge fucking problem." One hand moved under my jacket so it touched my bare back. His skin on mine was scorching. "Because from now on, when I close my eyes, I'm going to see you, in my uniform, and nothing else." He made a moaning sound from deep in his throat. "Fuck baby, I'm getting hard just thinking about it." He gripped my thigh and lifted it so my leg wrapped around him and he was in between me. I could feel him, hard, against my center,
I couldn't help the moan that escaped. I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. Then his mouth was on my neck, sucking, slowly moving higher. I tilted my head, wanting more of him. His lips brushed against mine. His tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip. And then he backed away. But I gripped his shirt in my hands and pulled him back, bringing his mouth to mine.
And I kissed him.
Because if he needed to know that it was okay for him to kiss me, then I'd show him.
The second our tongues met, he let out a low groan. His hand on my back moved lower, and lower, until it was under my shorts, and under my panties, cupping my bare ass. "Mm," he moaned, never taking his mouth off mine.
I started to untuck his shirt from his. I wanted to touch him too. I wanted to touch him everywhere. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
His mouth never stopped moving and our tongues never stopped playing. It was slow and soft, but he was in full control.
I lost mine the minute he looked at me with lust clear in his eyes.
He pressed further into my center and I felt him again, rock hard against my core.
He started a rhythm, grinding into me. One of my legs was on the floor, the other wrapped around him. I started moving too. And slowly, we started moving together. "Oh God, Logan." I kissed him harder, softy biting his bottom lip.
His mouth moved from mine, down to my jaw, to my neck, to my collarbone. He slowly ran his tongue along there, lower, and lower, until he reached my chest.
"Oh, shit," I whispered. I was panting, moaning, moving, gripping, all of it, all at once. My nails dug into his back. "Oh, shit," I said again. I had no control over what came out of my mouth when he did these things to me.
He gripped my ass tighter. I let out a sound I had no idea I was capable of. I was so fucking turned on. His movements on me were making me so fucking wet I could feel it soaking my panties. His mouth moved from my neck to me ear, "You gotta quit making those sounds, baby." He kissed the spot behind it. "I'm starting to lose it."
Then he took my mouth in his, moving into me harder, pinning me to the wall. My leg on the floor moved to wrap around him. I needed him closer to me; I needed more of him.
He started to build a rhythm again. I felt that slow burn building low in my stomach. I didn't know how the fuck he was doing it. Or what the fuck he was even doing. But I didn't want it to stop. Ever. "Oh my God, Logan." I was panting; my head threw back against the wall. He was on my neck. Sucking. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. I wanted him to.
"Matthews! What the fuck are you doing?" A deep voice yelled.
I screamed, dropped my legs, ducked, and hid behind him.
Oh. My. God.
Reality set in.
What the fuck were we doing?
"Fuck," he spat. His hand went down his pants to adjust himself, before turning around.
"What the fuck do you think this is, Matthews?"
"Sorry, Coach."
Oh. My. God.
Kill me now.
"Go home!" I was too embarrassed to look past Logan to see his coach's reaction.
"Yes Sir." Logan sounded like he was about to laugh.
What the hell?
"I'll cover for you." His coach sounded different now, like he was trying to contain his own laughter. "Fuck, I wish I was in college again," he said, before I heard his footsteps walking away.