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arms . . . I chicken out?
"What the hell am I doing?" I whisper as I look at the sad, pathetic girl in the mirror, playing dress up with her costume. The heels that scream fuck me … the dress . . .
My phone rings, and I see that it's from Tyler. “Hello, Tyler?"
"I know what you're thinking right now," he says, and even through the phone the warm tenor of his voice helps pick me up. "I'm telling you right now . . . you looked beautiful tonight. That's no lie . . . you looked beautiful. I'll see you at the stadium tomorrow."
Tyler hangs up, and I feel like I'm floating again. I lean against the wall, my eyes closing in delight.
"You are beautiful," Tyler says, so handsome and debonair in his suit. The fireplace crackles, and I feel the warmth on the bare skin of my back. He comes closer, he hands coming to rest on my hips. "How could I have forgotten such a beautiful girl?"
"It's been a long time," I whisper, my hands coming up around his neck. "There had to have been some in between."
"That doesn't make it right," Tyler says, pulling me closer. "But I'm going to make up for it now."
His lips find mine, and I'm lost in the warmth of his hands, his lips strong and seeking. His tongue touches my lips and I open up, our kiss deepening until we're sharing breath, his tongue reaching deep inside before he kisses down my throat, hot electric trails as he pulls the straps of my dress to the side, baring my body to him.
Naked, I feel soft and vulnerable, but Tyler reassures me. I turn back around, and I realize that Tyler's naked now too, his suit having disappeared. I don't care, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips wiping away any worries. Instead, Tyler pushes me back, until I'm pressed against the wall next to the fireplace, the warmth seeping through as he lifts my leg.
"This is a fantasy," I whisper, even as I feel the head of Tyler's cock nestle between my thighs. "This can't be real."
"Fantasies can sometimes become real," he whispers in my ear, and suddenly he thrusts, filling me perfectly, his body pinning me against the wall.
Maybe it is a fantasy, but the feeling of him sliding in and out of me is more than I can imagine, and I lift my other leg, wrapping my feet around to hold him tight as he drives himself over and over into me, each thrust perfect and amazing.
"Tyler . . . so many years . . ."
"There's never been anyone to fully replace you," Tyler grunts as he fucks me, hard and strong, my body crying out in waves of pleasure. "Nobody has ever been in that secret place in my heart."
"You . . . you either," I groan as my body builds. Words fall aside, and we're caught up, jolt after jolt of ecstasy shooting through my body. Tyler's lips are on my neck, his kisses adding to the amazing sensation, the two of us going higher and higher, toward what I've needed for too long.
Tyler clenches, his breath catching, and with a final thrust he explodes, triggering my orgasm along with him. "Oh Tyler . . ."
"Fantasies can come true . . ."
I blink, realizing that my words were my own whisper, and that the warm fireplace wall that I'd been leaning against was actually the wall of my apartment, where the sun and water heater combine to make the plasterboard great in winter, and hot in summer.
"Fantasies . . ." I whisper again, sighing. "Fantasies don't come true for a girl like me."
I peel my dress the rest of the way off and kick it toward my closet. There's enough time that I can take a shower, and maybe not feel so damn pathetic when I go to bed tonight.
Chapter 7
Tyler
I feel weird , that's the only way to describe it. Part of it is the uniform. After wearing the green and white of the Western Bulldogs for five years, the black and gold of the Fighters seems different. Twice now I've had to recheck throws as I first look for a green helmet, and see nothing but gold instead.
Then there's the ball. It's supposedly the same as an American ball, but the stripes going all the way around are different,
"What the hell am I doing?" I whisper as I look at the sad, pathetic girl in the mirror, playing dress up with her costume. The heels that scream fuck me … the dress . . .
My phone rings, and I see that it's from Tyler. “Hello, Tyler?"
"I know what you're thinking right now," he says, and even through the phone the warm tenor of his voice helps pick me up. "I'm telling you right now . . . you looked beautiful tonight. That's no lie . . . you looked beautiful. I'll see you at the stadium tomorrow."
Tyler hangs up, and I feel like I'm floating again. I lean against the wall, my eyes closing in delight.
"You are beautiful," Tyler says, so handsome and debonair in his suit. The fireplace crackles, and I feel the warmth on the bare skin of my back. He comes closer, he hands coming to rest on my hips. "How could I have forgotten such a beautiful girl?"
"It's been a long time," I whisper, my hands coming up around his neck. "There had to have been some in between."
"That doesn't make it right," Tyler says, pulling me closer. "But I'm going to make up for it now."
His lips find mine, and I'm lost in the warmth of his hands, his lips strong and seeking. His tongue touches my lips and I open up, our kiss deepening until we're sharing breath, his tongue reaching deep inside before he kisses down my throat, hot electric trails as he pulls the straps of my dress to the side, baring my body to him.
Naked, I feel soft and vulnerable, but Tyler reassures me. I turn back around, and I realize that Tyler's naked now too, his suit having disappeared. I don't care, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips wiping away any worries. Instead, Tyler pushes me back, until I'm pressed against the wall next to the fireplace, the warmth seeping through as he lifts my leg.
"This is a fantasy," I whisper, even as I feel the head of Tyler's cock nestle between my thighs. "This can't be real."
"Fantasies can sometimes become real," he whispers in my ear, and suddenly he thrusts, filling me perfectly, his body pinning me against the wall.
Maybe it is a fantasy, but the feeling of him sliding in and out of me is more than I can imagine, and I lift my other leg, wrapping my feet around to hold him tight as he drives himself over and over into me, each thrust perfect and amazing.
"Tyler . . . so many years . . ."
"There's never been anyone to fully replace you," Tyler grunts as he fucks me, hard and strong, my body crying out in waves of pleasure. "Nobody has ever been in that secret place in my heart."
"You . . . you either," I groan as my body builds. Words fall aside, and we're caught up, jolt after jolt of ecstasy shooting through my body. Tyler's lips are on my neck, his kisses adding to the amazing sensation, the two of us going higher and higher, toward what I've needed for too long.
Tyler clenches, his breath catching, and with a final thrust he explodes, triggering my orgasm along with him. "Oh Tyler . . ."
"Fantasies can come true . . ."
I blink, realizing that my words were my own whisper, and that the warm fireplace wall that I'd been leaning against was actually the wall of my apartment, where the sun and water heater combine to make the plasterboard great in winter, and hot in summer.
"Fantasies . . ." I whisper again, sighing. "Fantasies don't come true for a girl like me."
I peel my dress the rest of the way off and kick it toward my closet. There's enough time that I can take a shower, and maybe not feel so damn pathetic when I go to bed tonight.
Chapter 7
Tyler
I feel weird , that's the only way to describe it. Part of it is the uniform. After wearing the green and white of the Western Bulldogs for five years, the black and gold of the Fighters seems different. Twice now I've had to recheck throws as I first look for a green helmet, and see nothing but gold instead.
Then there's the ball. It's supposedly the same as an American ball, but the stripes going all the way around are different,
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