Frank
Hearing the weights slam against each other in the back room, I grit my teeth and crouch, gasping for breath, yanking the wig from my head, heart racing so hard I fucking feel like I’ve taken GHB. Fuck a GHB more like a J.E.S.S. Fuck, that girl has no damn clue what she does to me, and it ought to be a mother fucking crime!
This is fucking torture! She has no fucking clue how much I’m holding myself back for her sake, and she goes and calls me a friend when I’m dreaming about beating her pussy up so good she has to walk with a limp and is perpetually pregnant with my babies every single night?!
Whew… I adjust my dick in my dress, happy she walked off when she did because I came a little from the shock.
I stand, walking over the alarm system and set it on using Jessica’s college ID number along with her jersey number.
I listen to her going hard in the gym, and from following her as much as I do, I know she’ll be at least another hour and then some. So instead of making dinner as planned, since she’s not hungry, I head off to our room barefoot. I love the marble beneath my feet cooling my hot body down, but there’s no point when I’m going to be like this all fucking weekend long.
At this rate, she seems intent on putting me in the hospital. But what a hell of a way to go, am I right? I can imagine those thick thighs that deadlift five hundred pounds wrapping around my neck while my tongue glides across that pussy… I tremble with excitement at the thought.
I make my way up the stairs to my dressing room, where I pull my dress off and place it on the hanger so my mom can come pick it up and take it to the dry cleaners for me when she comes by.
Excited that my baby is finally home, I sit down at my vanity, staring at my makeup, pleased that it held up nicely, but I swipe up some makeup remover wipes and take it all off along with my mascara and lashes before I head to my shower, grimacing down at my dick that’s hard enough to poke a hole in the marble.
She always does that, but today, in particular, she really has me on fire. It was pure fucking torture last night not texting her back, but fucking Pierce said it was the best thing to do to make her think about and miss me.
My heart broke a little more with every unanswered text, and last night, in her sleep, I kissed her lips for every character she sent me as an apology for ignoring her.
It was particularly hard to leave her last night, but I had business to settle with the mother fucker who tackled her particularly hard at her game… I hope he didn’t plan to make football his career because it’s over. He made my baby strain her right leg, so I broke his right leg. It’s only fair.
After that, I returned home on the jet to make sure the house was together for the two of us. I also double checked that I had all the food and ingredients I need to care for and nurture her back to health.
I also had to sew the cheerleading outfit together for her and find all the roses for her because my baby looked so sad last night. I want her to do nothing but smile this weekend.
After showering, I make sure to use all the smell good stuff! I dry off, moisturize, I’m not going to have Jessica dealing with an ashy white man… I spritz the cologne that I notice Jessica reacts to more, and throw on a pair of black boxers and some plain grey sweats before checking the time and bounding down the stairs to start my baby’s shake.
After measuring out the perfect amount of ice to oat milk ratio, Jessica’s lactose intolerant, I pour in her sponsored brand of protein powder. I bought a storage full of them since she earns a commission. Then I measure out her BCAAs, peanut butter, and cacao power, an avocado for some extra fats, and a banana. That’s Jessica’s favorite fruit. I blend it, making sure there are still a few ice chunks. Jessica likes to crunch on them while drinking .
Last but not least, I pour it into a brand new thermal that I bought, which is said to keep the desired temperature for hours. I then place it in the thermal sleeve with her college football team’s logo on it and happily make my way to the gym.
“JEEEEESSSSIIICCCCAAAAAA!” I call out, ready to feed my baby, but the second I walk into the gym, she’s deadlifting well over five hundred pounds, thighs, calves, and ass taut, ready for my tongue to slide over it. God damn! I spin on the ball of my feet to calm the fuck down.
“?” she pants behind me, and I turn to see her standing there, sweat dripping down her titties and abs. For fanden, hun pr?ver at dr?be mig. (For fucks sake, she's trying to kill me) Thank you God for taking your time making this one… I think I’ll start going to church. “FRANK!”
“Oh… uh… huh?” I shake my head, but there ain’t a damn mother fucking thing I can do to get this girl out of my fucking head. She’s stuck, and ain’t shit I can do about it.
“What’s that you’re holding?” She points at the tumbler and I blink, stupidly having forgot why I came in here and interrupted my baby in the first place.
“Oh, it’s your protein shake!” I smile and hand it to her, but she shakes her head.
“I’m not done yet. I still want to do a few more sets.”
I frown, looking her over, spotting her trembling muscles that clearly show signs of fatigue and strain. I can’t have that.
“No, you’re done,” I tell her and she frowns, looking pissed, anger marring her precious face adorably.
“I’m not. I?—”
“I said. You. Are. Done,” I repeat slowly, but ire sparks in my baby’s face.
“Who are you to tell me what to do!” she yells and I shudder, licking my lips. Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Do it aga— No! Stop thinking with your dick and focus!
“Jessica, if you don’t take your pretty ass in that bathroom so I can massage your muscles while you drink this shake, we’ll have a problem,” I let her know as sweetly as possible.
“But I need to shower right now. I smell, and I need a bag for my dirty clothes.” She covers herself shyly, and I hate it, but there isn’t anything that’s going to stop my plans.
“Get the massage first and then shower. The oil I’ll be using has special sleep qualities. Also, don’t worry about the clothes. I’ll get my housekeeper to wash them.” I hear my voice tremble slightly, practically salivating at the thought of touching her sweaty body. I’m willing to use any means to touch her while her body is drenched in sweat and her pussy still has that heavy scent. For fuck’s sake, I want it!
“No, I can’t have you do that. And special sleep qualities?” she shakes her head with an attitude. “What the hell even is that?”
“Why not? And it’s exactly as I said. It’ll help you sleep. I’ll even put some in your bath so it can calm you down and get you nice and open… I mean relaxed…” I tell her but she frowns at that and my heart pounds in my chest, thinking she’ll refuse. Knowing Jessica she’ll fucking refuse!!!
“Bu—”
“We’re friends, right?” I smirk devilishly, using her words against her. “What are you so afraid of?” I lick my lips. Give it up, beautiful. That body is mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my hands on it.
“I’m not a-afraid of anything,” she defends and I know in that moment I got her.
“Then get the massage and stop worrying so much,” I tease. She purses her lips, clearly weighing her options. Oh baby, there are no options. She can think all she wants, but I don’t give a fuck. Like hell am I going to miss out on this precious opportunity. “There’s a robe in the bathroom for you.”
“Fine,” she grumbles. “I could use a good night’s rest after that loss anyway,” she sighs, resigned as she goes to change and I grab the massage table. I knew it was a good idea to tell my idiot brothers to dismantle the guest room and add this gym while I was out. It was so worth it.
But I’ll have to shoot one of them because they left the price tag and receipt of purchase on one of the Smith machines. Thankfully, I snatched it off in time because if my baby had seen it, my parents would have been a few sons short for the holidays.
When she comes out, she’s uncomfortably shifting on her feet, pouting.
“C-can’t I just get a bag?” She tightly holds onto the robe, and it takes everything for me not to rip that son of a bitch off her.
“Just hand it here.” I hold out my hands, and she groans, thrusting the cherished ball of sweat-soaked treasure in my hands.
“Here!” She turns, not even looking at me, and goes to lie down on the table, muttering incoherently as I chuckle, walking out of the room and playing it cool all the way to the laundry room. However, when I open the door and step inside, unwrapping the clothes that she tightly wound, the strong pungent smell of pussy wafts over me. But not just any pussy, but Jessica’s pussy. Her scent assaults me, causing me to stagger back, clutching my chest with heart palpitations as my dick leaks cum down my leg.
?h, det er det gode lort, jeg ikke fik den f?rste nat, jeg gik til hendes hus. (Oh, this is that good shit I didn’t get the first night I went to her house.)
It’s so fucking good I can’t even work my fucking motor functions, and saliva pools and slides down the corner of my mouth. Tears spring into my eyes and I close them, holding up the holy grail, wanting to fall to my knees! My precious!
How can something smell so fucking delicious? Why must God put such temptations on this earth? I’m but a man, how can I not be this fucked up in the head when she got pussy that smells like this and on top of that she’s funny, beautiful, smart, and kind? She offered me money for God’s sake. I know what she has, and it’s not a lot after tuition, room, and board!
I run my hand over the wet clothes, and it lands on something sticky and thick. I flip the clothes and look down to see something white and creamy attached to a pair of black panties, and my dick throbs painfully as I lift my hand, eyes darting between the stickiness on my hand and creaminess on the panties. Which one?! Which fucking one do I lick first?!?!?!
And I can’t let another second pass before I place my hand in my mouth, slurping the cream off, feeling woozy from my first ever taste of addiction.
“Oh, that’s mother fucking go?—”
“?” I hear her voice call from the room, scaring the fuck out of me, making me jump and bang my head against the shelf above me.
“Son of a bitch!” I shout, rubbing my head, as I hear her coming close. “Don’t come closer!”
“What? Why? No, forget that. Are you okay?” she asks and I feel the gash on my head, but fuck all that. I gather the treasure against my chest and kiss it before placing it in an empty storage container, making sure to clamp the top down tightly to preserve the smell, wetness, and hell, everything. I have to let the seasoning marinate. It’ll just add to the flavor.
“I… I’m fine!” I push the tub out of the way, step out, and close the door quickly, rushing back to the room excitedly. “I’m cumming!” I shout and I will because tonight … tonight I feast!