I had no idea where this selfless bent emerged from inside my head, but I didn't question it. After a little while, I lowered my hands to her hips, gently caressing her ass and upper thighs, stroking just enough to excite her.
I moved one hand up to the back of her head again, taking a handful of her thick, dark hair and pulling her head closer to mine. She sighed out a breath as I took her mouth.
Then I slowly pulled back and looked at her. "I'll stop now," I whispered. "And whenever you're ready for more, you know where to find me." Letting go of her hair, I got to my feet and picked up the items she'd packed. Sure, I was hard as a rock, but I could wait. "Ready to go?"
"Huh?" She swayed a little on her feet, widening her eyes when she turned to face me, intoxicated as though she'd just come off a three-day bender and was trying to get her bearings.
"We've got a two-hour session on the football field," I told her. "I don't want to miss it."
"Oh. Uh, okay. Sure, let's go." She turned and got the rest of her things, still appearing a little shaky when she stumbled out from the room, down the porch steps and over to her car.
We each drove separately to the parking lot beside the athletic center, and Samantha disappeared inside for a few minutes. When she met me on the field, her face and hairline looked suspiciously damp. I wondered how many times she had to splash her face to get over what we did. God knows I needed a long cold shower after that.
After the intense workout on the field, followed by some targeted wright training, I was beat. We had thirty minutes left, which she said was for muscle relaxation in one of the private treatment rooms. It wasn't going to be easy. I needed to keep my mutherfucking hands to my motherfucking self or I'd end up devouring Samantha whole.
She was probably expecting me to continue what we'd started back at the frat house, but I was playing with fire. I didn't do middle ground. I was either all in or all out, so those few minutes of ‘let's try out second base' only compounded my urge to go further. How I ended up stopping myself was a mystery to me, and a blessing for Samantha's chastity. Maybe if she'd tell me she was ready to take the next step. Somehow I doubted she would come out and talk about it.
Samantha walked into the private room in a tight tank top and micro athletic shorts that she hadn't been wearing earlier. Whether or not she did it consciously to get my attention, I couldn't say. If she did, it damn well worked. I was now privy to a sweet view of her cleavage, perky nipples imprinted through the fabric, slender but toned arms and legs, and a tiny waist.
God help me.
"All ready?" she asked, keeping her eyes on just my face.
I sat on the edge of the treatment table and slowly lifted my legs up. "Sure. What are we doing next?"
"Wait. I need you down on these floor mats in the corner over there. I'll show you how to do some extra stretches at home, and massage yourself after each workout." She turned to pick up a selection of massage rollers, resistance bands and stretching straps on a shelf mounted to the wall.
I watched. Her ass was so firm and perfect in those shorts, I wanted to do way more than watch right now. She brought a chair beside the mats and placed the items on it, starting with a resistance band to show me how to regain flexibility in my thigh and hamstring muscles, inner thighs and glutes. She demonstrated by anchoring a loop of the bands around each of my feet, then passed me the ends to shorten or lengthen as needed before each exercise. I paid attention, sort of. From my spot on the floor her miles and miles of legs came into view, and my eyes got lost wandering up and down her smooth, toned thighs.
"Here's the workout tracking sheet for these stretching exercises."
Good.
There was a tracking sheet.
Perfect, because I wouldn't remember how many glute bridges, prone leg curls, front squats, scissor kicks or whatever I needed to do when my mind could only process what was waiting for me at the top of her inner thighs.
"I need to you keep a log for the next two weeks, so we can monitor how your body responds to the routine outside of our sessions when you work out alone. After you've gone through each set three times, use this heating pad for fifteen minutes. You'll move on to use these four massage rollers and bars at the end. I'll show you how. So stretching exercises, heating pad, then massage. Just remember not to push yourself too hard, and if you start to feel pain above level five, stop and track that as well."
She did a run-through of each exercise on my legs, then she asked if I had any questions.
"It's pretty clear cut. I'll get used to it … whatever it takes."
"I know you'll give it your all. Try not to aggravate the area by overextending, especially for the adductor and abductor stretches."
"I will," I said absently, not realizing she'd caught me staring down her tank top to her cleavage. I didn't bother hiding it, or looking away. She also noticed the fact that my dick was pitching a tent inside my gym shorts.
She bit her lip, hurriedly repacking the bands and bars. "One of those bags you got me would come in handy to take these back to your place. I'll get it from my car and swap these out."
"Hey. I got those bags for you. I'll take these home in a crate or whatever. That's no problem."
"No, you need your hands free when you're maneuvering steps. You mentioned you're moving back to your room upstairs, right?"
"Well yeah, but-"
"It's okay. Use one of them until you're off the injured list, then you can gift it back to me."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."
"Okay."
"I'll be right back."
She disappeared for a few minutes, and slipped back inside with the red bag, filling it up right away.
"Maybe you can come by and demonstrate on me again … if I forget some of these sets?" I asked.
She smiled. "Sure, but don't make a habit of that."
"Or I could come to you."
"I live at the dorms, Evan, and not alone."
"Okay cool."
"You're good to go now. I'll see you tomorrow. Same time, same place?"
I gave her a sly sideways glance. "You mean back at the frat house? I'm game if you are."
Samantha quickly looked away. "I meant here at the center, Evan. I've got to run. See you then."
She hurried off, probably wondering why I didn't make another move on her. Maybe she was teaching me about restraint and not the other way around. Either way, I didn't much mind the wait. Had I known this level of control could be just as erotic, stimulating and intense as some of the bondage and domination I was into, I'd have tried it ages ago.
16
Samantha
I was in agony.
I was about to come unglued.
What was Evan trying to do to me?
I spent all week in a state somewhere between needy frustration and smoldering lust. My stomach was in knots. My heart pounded hard in my ears half the time. I could hardly think straight with this semi-constant arousal between my thighs. Why hadn't he tried to take another crack at wearing me down during any of our sessions? I was sure he would, with all the flirty glances and provocative comments. But he didn't. I was convinced that he wanted me, and had come around to the idea that I wanted him too, but not in so many words. I was waiting for him to make another move. He was probably waiting for me to beg. Neither of us budged, but God, I was ready. Three more weeks of this would be like a living hell, complete with slick heat between my legs, constantly losing my cool
Saturday came around. Nervousness crept up inside me from the second I opened my eyes. We had planned to meet this morning at nine. So many of the athletes devoted Friday nights to socializing at keggers or pub crawls that Evan and I would surely end up alone for most of the time.
That's what I was afraid of. Being along with Evan, inhaling his scent, getting so caught up in his captivating energy until sleeping with him was inevitable. I was becoming completely unhinged, drifting closer to finally begging him to spread me across his bed and seal the deal. Was he getting tired of playing with me? Was I making it too difficult for him? Or was I playing right into his big strong hands?
Kristy must have been up for a while. She walked in wearing a robe, fresh from her shower. "Good morning, hun," she beamed.
I sat up and stretched. "Good morning. You're up early."
"Yes. More tutoring."
"Right … how's that going with Mo?"
"It's a tough case, but I'm committed to the cause."
"There's nothing easy about the guys on this football team, is there?" I griped.
"You got that right," she answered, flipping through the hanging clothes in her closet.
"I've got to be at the athletic center for nine. What I wouldn't give to sleep in all day."
Kristy half-turned and looked at me with a curious eye. "Are you sure you're okay? You're usually the one bouncing out of bed around here."
"Maybe I'm trying too hard-" I caught myself and sputtered. "I mean working too hard."