21. Just Like Real Parents
21
Just Like Real Parents
Reporter: Coach, what do you think of your team's execution?
John McKay: I'm in favor of it.
Dylan
“Alex, you watch the baby,” I said to my assistant. “Natalie and I will be cleaning up. You are also responsible for answering the doorbell for the food.”
“Roger that, boss,” Alex said, apparently realizing that Natalie was in no mood to joke around.
I pulled two glasses from the cabinet and poured Natalie and I each a shot of whiskey.
I’d had NFL games with less running and tackling than I had tonight. I could already feel the sore spot on my back where I’d hit the ground. It was easier to hit the ground with pads on. Hurt less.
Natalie accepted the drink with two hands, taking a long sip of whiskey and sighing with pleasure. Alex watched her, apparently figuring out that our goat chase had worn us both out.
It didn’t help that I hadn’t had a full night of sleep all week. I felt like I could curl up on the couch and pass out, but I wanted to spend time with Natalie. I wanted to take her on a fancy date, but her wet dress and my muddy suit were not going to allow that tonight.
It was time to change plans.
Alex turned the TV to Supernatural and turned up the volume. He settled with Ellie on the couch and Penelope went to her easy chair. She did not look like she’d just ran several miles and bathed in a fountain. She looked like she’d just had a wonderful outing and was incredibly pleased with herself.
Damn goat.
Natalie followed me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
“So, should we just order Chinese food then?” I asked.
“Now wait just a minute. I’m sure I can get the mud off this dress,” Natalie said, rubbing at the fabric. “Well, some of it anyway.”
“Even if you could, my suit needs a full trip to the dry cleaners,” I said, picking a rather large piece of grass out of the fabric.
Natalie pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “When are we going to get another chance to go to La Chez?”
“Anytime we want,” I said. “Well, that is, until that goat ends my football career early.”
Natalie’s pout didn’t go away. “She didn’t hit you that hard.”
“I don’t know,” I said. I winced as I took a shoe off. “I might need you to take a look. You know, as a medical professional.”
The teensiest weensiest hint of a smile crossed her lips. “Oh, really?”
“Not only did those horns connect with my legs, but she also knocked me flat on my ass. And you know how important my ass is.”
Now she cracked a real smile. “How can you play football with a broken ass?”
“Exactly, that’s what I’m saying!” I said.
“I suppose I better check out your ass,” she said. She stepped toward me.
“Well, while we’re doing that, I might as well have you check out my whole body.”
“I can already see your muddy hands,” she said. “And your hair is a mess. I’m going to say that practice is over and it’s time to hit the showers!”
I grinned. “Yes, ma’am!”
I nodded, my eyes following Natalie’s hands as she carefully unbuttoned my jacket. Her fingers brushed against my chest as she slid it off my shoulders. The fabric was stiff with dried mud, and it made a soft crunching sound as she set it aside.
“Arms up,” she instructed, and I complied, letting her pull my dress shirt over my head rather than struggle with the buttons. Her touch was clinical, but I couldn’t help the way my skin tingled wherever her fingers grazed.
She knelt down to untie my shoes, and I steadied myself with a hand on her shoulder. As she worked the laces, I noticed a smudge of dirt on her cheek. Without thinking, I reached down to brush it away.
Natalie looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thanks,” she murmured, before returning her attention to my shoes.
Once my shoes and socks were off, she stood and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants. “These are a lost cause,” she said, shaking her head as she helped me step out of them.
Now in just my boxers, I felt oddly vulnerable. Natalie’s eyes roamed over my body, but her gaze was analytical rather than appreciative. She frowned as she noticed the bruises forming on my legs from where the goat head butted me.
“Turn around,” she instructed, and I did so, wincing slightly at the twinge in my back.
I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Oh, Dylan. Your back...”
“That bad, huh?”
“You’re going to have quite the bruise,” she said, her fingers ghosting over what I assumed was a tender spot on my lower back. “You might need a massage later, but for now, you just need to clean up.”
I made an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose if I must clean up, at least I’ll have you to help me.”
She laughed. “We really are doing this all backwards,” she said. “I was really looking forward to our date tonight.”
“Look, let’s just take a quick shower together, and then we can go out and do whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t require a suit.”
She did a once-over of my body, settling on the bulge in my underwear for a few extra seconds. “Alright, I guess that sounds like a good deal. Unzip me.”
I walked toward her and she turned around. I could smell the perfume that she put on for me, now tainted by the smell of mud and goat. Still, as I unzipped her dress and watch it fall away, revealing a black bra and thong, I found I could ignore all of that.
She turned around and caught me staring. “Go turn on the water, or we’ll never leave this apartment.”
As much as it pained me to turn around before she was completely naked, I did as she said. I was still checking the water before she pressed her body up against me. I faced her and stared at her naked breasts, and she gave me another once-over.
“You can’t get in with your underwear on,” she said. She dropped to her knees, grabbing my briefs and pulling them down. My cock sprang out, hard as a rock and pointed directly at her face. She grabbed onto it and caressed it a little bit. “Oh yeah, this definitely needs to be cleaned off.”
I put my hands behind my back, sure that she was going to start to suck it, but instead, she just stood back up and got in the shower. “Time’s a wastin’,” she said as she took some of my soap and began to lather herself up using my shower poof.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. She hummed as the water sluiced down her body, not a care in the world as she scrubbed the mud off of her perfect skin. She looked back at me, then ran the shower poof over her breasts. Every inch of her was slick with soap and water.
“Are you coming or what?” she asked.
I jumped in the shower, and my hands were on her immediately. I ran my hands all over her body. As if she was immune to my charms, she used the shower poof to get the mud off of me while I touched every bit of her that I could. Her skin was slick with soap and water, making her feel even more incredible under my fingertips.
She made sure to gingerly dab at my legs, then moved around to my ass. She kneaded the flesh with one hand as she worked the poof over me with her other hand.
When she got to my cock, she put the shower poof down and put extra soap in her hands. With both hands, she massaged my cock, jerking me off. Her touch was gentle but firm, just the way I liked it. With one hand, she moved down to my balls, lathering them up and making them all slippery as well.
I leaned against the shower wall, closing my eyes and letting out a soft groan. “Natalie,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Just relax,” she said. “Let me take care of you.”
And so, with the water cascading down on us, she continued her sensual massage. Soon, I regained my senses, touching her softly. I explored her body, working my way up her stomach to her breasts, then kneading them and enjoying how they felt all wet and soapy.
All the while, she took care of me in the most intimate way possible.
My heart felt lighter than it had in months. I felt cared for, not just desired. I was wanted.
She rose to her toes, pressing a kiss to my lips. The taste of soap and water mingled with the heat between us. I could feel her heart beating faster, matching the rhythm of my own. My hands roamed over her wet, soapy body, exploring every curve and contour as we explored the other’s mouth.
As our kiss intensified, I began to thrust at her, pressing my cock between her legs. She let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into the skin of my back as she moved against me. The water cascaded around us, creating a soothing background noise that droned out the rest of the world. We were alone here. Just the two of us.
Natalie broke the kiss, her eyes filled with desire as she looked up at me. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
“I want you,” I said, unable to say any more with all my blood out of my brain and in my dick.
“But I need you to be fast,” she said, her face stern. “I still need to be wined and dined. I am a lady, even if I’m not dressed like it anymore.”
“Do I look like the kind of guy that likes to give a wham, bam, thank you ma’am?” I asked sarcastically.
“If you’re quick now, we can have a second round later,” she said, somehow being a tease and a sexpot at the same time.
I just nodded. She made sure to rinse my dick off completely, the water washing away the soap. Then, with a gentle grip, she stood on her tiptoes and guided me to her entrance. Her fingers traced the length of my cock before finally guiding me into her.
Every muscle in me relaxed and tightened at the feel of her warmth and wetness as I pushed against her, the head of my cock barely entering her. Her eyes closed, and she let out a soft sigh, her body tensing as I continued to push forward.
As I slowly slid deeper into her, her sighs turned into moans, our bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The water splashed against us, mingling with the sounds of our love making.
I held her close, our bodies pressed together as I thrust into her. I could feel her heart beating faster, her breaths coming in short gasps as she responded to each movement.
Suddenly, she stepped back, making me gasp with the lack of her around me. She just flashed me a grin, grabbed her wet hair, threw it over her back and turned around. Then, she got back up on her tiptoes, showing me that delicious ass of hers with a welcoming wiggle.
I grabbed onto her hips and took her from behind, causing her to yelp a little bit. I loved this view of her. Her wet hair slid down her back with water trickling down to her fabulous ass. It was hot as hell. Soon we were in a fantastic rhythm, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I leaned forward, cupping her breasts in my hands and leaning down to her ear. “I’m gonna come,” I said through gritted teeth.
Her response was immediate, a soft, desperate moan echoing in the shower enclosure. “Please,” she begged, her body writhing under my touch. “Please come inside me.”
I let out a low groan, unable to resist her plea. With a final, powerful thrust, I drove myself deep inside her wet body. The sensation as the first spurt shot out of me was was incredible, so intense that it was almost overwhelming.
As I came, I experienced an incredible release, a rush of pleasure that surged through my entire body. I felt every muscle tensing, every nerve firing, as the pulses of my orgasm reverberated deep inside her. I gripped her hips even tighter as I pumped deeper and deeper inside of her.
The warmth of my release filled her, our bodies becoming one in that moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was an intimate bond, a connection that transcended words.
After several long moments, I slowly pulled out of her, my body still tingling from the aftershocks. I watched as her body continued to convulse, the last remnants of her own orgasmic release shuddering through her.
We stood there for a while, just catching our breath, enjoying the shared warmth of the shower. Eventually, wordlessly, we began to wash up, the water washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter, along with the remainder of the mud from our wild goat chase.
As we stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, her eyes sparkling with contentment.
“So, what’ll it be tonight?” I asked. “We can go bowling, or I heard there’s a new axe throwing place a few blocks away.”
For a moment, I thought she was going to suggest we continue our plans for the night, but instead, she surprised me.
“Can we just order Chinese food?” she asked, a shy smile crossing her face. “We can send Alex home and stay in with the baby.”
“Oh, is throwing an axe not your style?” I asked. “There’s an escape room that I’ve been meaning to try.”
She kept smiling as she shook her head. “I just don’t really feel like going out anymore for some reason,” she said as she wrapped her arms around her tummy, obviously still in her sexual afterglow.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Despite our earlier exertions, the thought of spending an evening indoors, curled up with her and the baby, was incredibly appealing.
“Of course,” I agreed. “We can do that.”
And so we sent Alex home, and settled in for the night. As we sat on the couch, the baby snuggled between us, I reached for the remote. With a sigh, I turned on another episode of Supernatural, even though I couldn’t care less what happened to Sam and Dean today.
Cradling Ellie, Natalie laid down next to me, resting against my shoulder. She threw her legs over mine. As I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, I heard her give a happy sigh.
We watched the show in comfortable silence, our bodies entwined, our heartbeats synchronized. This wasn’t the night we had planned, but it was so much better.
And, after the way she had refused going back out, it was no surprise to me to hear her snoring softly instead of the promised “second round”. And I barely made it past when Dean figured out who the real monster of the week was.
My last thought was how we were like a couple of tired parents instead of a couple of new lovers, and that that was just fine by me.