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Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. Then all my muscles went limp. I didn’t think I could move anymore.

He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it. Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably.

When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk. He held me tightly while leaning over the desk. I don’t remember falling asleep.



7.

I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old key that looked weather-beaten and used.

The note read as follows.

“Dear Sandy,

“I can’t stay in the school anymore. You’re an amazing person, and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right.

“You need to meet someone closer to your own age; someone who’s in the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow. I’ve done a lot of living, and you need to find your own path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine.

“I’m leaving you my car. It showed me my path, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours. Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday.

“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you. You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself.

“Your friend forever, Jeff.”

I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.

I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it. It sat there like an old man, waiting to be woken up. The car was a little popular. A couple of guys had gathered around the car. One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.

I approached, key in hand.

“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.

I nodded.

“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”

I looked at him, somewhat quizzically. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all. He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers. His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.

I shook his hand and flashed the key again.

“Wanna go for a ride,” I asked.

His face beamed with excitement, and he ran around to the passenger side. I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel.

With a flick of the key, the monster roared to life.

“Where are we going,” he asked.

I smiled.

“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear. The tires squealed, and the car shot down the road. I felt free.



THE END

SPORTS Romance - My Stepbrother’s Game – A College Hockey Romance

1.

I was having difficulty concentrating on my book; it could be said that it was a little bit my fault, though; reading at a sporting event is always difficult. The crowd is always jumping to their feet or hollering about a goal.

Kathy sat next to me, cheering her lungs out.

“Isn’t this just the most fun you’ve had in your life,” she quipped.

“Right, fun,” I replied, trying my best to concentrate on my reading.

There are so many places you can visit and adventures you can have; all of these things while sitting in a comfy chair while drinking tea. I don’t think Kathy really understood how much fun I had while reading.

“Seriously, Casey. You’re a real downer right now with that book,” she said.

I rolled my eyes behind the pages of my book. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. The school room assignments saw fit to randomly place an introvert with an extrovert. I was reaping the rewards of having a roommate more outgoing than me.

Kathy snatched the book from my hands and gestured to the ice rink in front of me.

“This is all the action you need right now, come on Casey. Give it a try for just ten minutes and I won’t bother you again for the rest of the night,” she pleaded.

I took my book back.

“Do you promise,” I asked snidely.

“If you can manage after enjoying all this action,” she said.

I stuffed my book into my purse and turned my attention to the athletes providing the entertainment.

The two teams flurried about, doing their best to attack the puck. Our star player was on the field, heading down the ice towards where Kathy and I sat, with the puck shuffling back and forth on his stick.

For a brief moment, I could make out the baby blue in his eyes, and I felt his stare shooting at me. Everything fell away in the moment; the crowd cheered, but I was deaf to their tune, as though nothing else mattered.