Running Game(17)
I’d been yearning for those feelings of pure joy ever since… Those feelings of such immeasurable happiness I’d experienced when I didn’t know there was anything else to feel. I missed all that. I wanted it back. Part of me didn’t believe it was possible, though. So, I stumbled through life just looking for a few moments of superficial pleasure and left my heart out of it.
The past, though? Those good times? Maisey was a part of that. Even if it was briefly, she was still etched into my mind - her laughter, her sweetness, that connection we’d felt that one night together. To hell with the pain shooting up from my leg… Being here with Maisey made me feel better than I had in years.
To say I wanted answers was putting it lightly. If I had to drag them out then so be it. I had at least three months to get her talking. I shook my head and let the bad memories fade.
“Why? Why’d you move?” I asked. That was what I wanted to know the most.
She hesitated before answering. A good, long pause, that left me wondering if she even heard me. She kept stretching my leg up, her hands massaging my thigh.
“I turned eighteen. That was always my plan,” she finally answered.
“That’s all you’re going to give me?” I asked.
“What more do you want?” she snapped.
“An explanation, for starters. Why did you stand me up?” I asked. “And don’t say we didn’t have a date. You left your prom dress hanging in your closet.”
The look on her face was priceless.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I went to your house that night looking for you. You were gone. You left your dress behind.”
“I see,” she said, her voice steely and tight. “Does it really matter, Jesse? After all these years? It’s been so long, it’s all water under the bridge.”
“Of course it doesn’t matter now,” I replied. “I’ve just always wondered, that’s all. It was important at the time, though.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just needed to leave.”
“That night, huh?”
“Yeah, that night.”
“Okay, Maisey, whatever you say. If you don’t want to explain, you don’t have to.”
“Thank you,” she nodded. I wasn’t finished, though, not by a long shot. I’d let her off the hook right now because she looked like she was going to explode from tension all of a sudden and there was no need to rush things. I’d get my answers eventually.
“That really fucking hurts,” I said, as she dug into my thigh muscle painfully.
“You should have taken the pain meds,” she shrugged, digging in harder.
“Turn over,” she demanded. “Lie on your stomach.”
“I like it when you tell me what to do,” I winked, before turning over slowly and laying on my stomach like an obedient dog. Her hands began massaging the back of my thigh, and if it wasn’t so fucking painful, I’d have been completely turned on.
“That’s good,” she snapped. “Because I’ll be telling you what to do for several weeks. Get used to it.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I joked.
“I know what you meant. You know what I meant.”
“Oh, Maisey,” I sighed. “Why are you so tough now? You used to be soft and funny.”
“I’m still funny,” she replied, “just not at work.”
I laughed.
“Okay, then - fuck! What are you doing? That hurts so bad.”
“Of course it hurts, the bruise is incredibly deep in this spot.”
“Can’t you be more gentle?” I asked.
“Can’t you be more of a man?” she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
“Wow, okay,” I replied, ignoring the pang of hurt that shot through my heart. She didn’t have to attack my manhood, for fuck’s sake. If I wasn’t practically an invalid, I’d show her right now how much of a man I really was.
“Sorry,” she muttered under her breath. “That was unprofessional of me.”
“Whatever, it’s fine,” I said.
“Turn back over,” she said. I did so, and we both saw my huge shaft poking out of my loose athletic shorts at the same time. I guess I wasn’t in too much pain after all.
Her mouth opened in shock, but her eyes were glued to it. I reached down slowly, adjusted it to the side and shrugged.
“You’ve always had that effect on me,” I said.
“It’s not me. It’s perfectly natural. Not a sexual thing at all,” she snapped, turning away quickly, giving me a sweet view of her luscious backside again.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” I replied, gripping my cock through my shorts and squeezing.