Chapter 5
Blaise
Gammy’s given me a lot of advice. She’s gotten really personal about a lot of things I wish she hadn’t.
But she’s always skirted around the sex stuff, beyond the insistence that I get checked out regularly, long before the NFL required periodic screenings along with the regular physical stuff. They’re nothing if not thorough.
But Gammy sat me down when I was twelve and said, “Honey Bear, you’re going to be a star.
You already are one, and you’re just going to grow brighter and brighter.
It’s going to get to your head, and you’re going to do a lot of stupid stuff I won’t be able to stop you from, because you’re going to think you’re a god.
But you have relations with a girl and you don’t have a condom on, your penis is going to shrivel up and fall off.
Maybe not the first time, but it’s going to happen.
And she’s going to have your baby and steal all your money until you got nothing left, and then she’s going to abandon that baby. ”
I knew there was a ton of exaggeration in that, but I believed her anyway, and to this day, I think about that every time I start to have a stupid idea.
My dick’s not going to shrivel up and fall off probably.
I’m not going to get the girl pregnant probably.
If I do, she’s not going to steal all my money and abandon the baby probably.
But there’s an outside chance that it might happen, and I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit on and off the football field that probably won’t happen but does.
Never fucked a girl without a condom. Never even had a second thought about it.
Nothing Trixie’s told me so far has indicated how she’s in a room even bigger than mine.
I have this concern in the back of my mind that there’s a boyfriend or some guy who thinks he’s her boyfriend who’s going to barge in on us and start some shit.
Hell, I’m concerned the cops are going to barge in.
She seems to be thinking clearly now, but an hour ago, the carpet was dancing.
I have no idea how LSD works; she could still be tripping balls for all I know, which means she can’t give consent.
But I trust her. I don’t know. And I want to give her what she needs.
“Take those off,” I say with a nod to her white panties. “You want this dick, you better be wet and ready.”
She doesn’t balk, no hesitation at the fact I’ve just made it clear I will not be showing her the same attention she’s shown me.
Do I want to go down on her? Just devour that pussy until she comes all over my tongue?
Without question. But that’s not the game we’re playing.
She stares me down as she slips her hands underneath the waistband and lowers her panties.
I cock my head to the side at the unexpected sight beneath.
I was casually wondering if she’d have bush or not, if I’d be able to guess her natural hair color from it because she’s wearing that wig and her eyebrows are drawn on.
But even when she steps out of her panties and drapes them on a chair, I have no idea.
“Trixie, you got panties on under your panties.”
She giggles, but she has a raspy voice, and the giggle isn’t a high pitch. It’s a sultry hum. Husky. “Those weren’t panties. Those were bloomers.”
“Right, yeah, I know. That was a joke.” I’ve had myself a cheerleader or two.
I know what bloomers are. I just didn’t realize they got worn under superhero costumes, and now I’m thinking I really do need to hire someone to do next year’s costumes.
I can get that name from Denny, support a local artist and shit.
Maybe wear something that I can actually be photographed in so I can really get their name out there.
The head of PR has been pushing me to be more involved with philanthropy. That’s philanthropic as fuck.
Any thoughts of being a good boy shoot right out of my brain when she steps out of her actual panties, the crotch so damp I can see the thickness of it.
She’s not quite so brash as I am with spreading her knees, but she doesn’t try to hide herself either.
Smooth folds — hair color still a mystery — and her legs parted just enough that I can see a ripple of flush, juicy inner labia peeking out.
Fuck, I want to suck on that. Slurp it right into my mouth.
But I don’t have an opportunity to reevaluate. I have the thought, and then she’s approaching me, placing her hand on my chest as she places one heeled foot right on the bed next to me.
Fuck, she is every bit as brazen as I am, her thighs parting in the soft lighting of the chandelier above the bed, allowing her folds to part so I can see the entire length of her slit from her swollen clit down to her soaked pussy.
She’s so close I can smell her. I can feel her heat, I can see that the flesh is so smooth and hairless, so flawless that she must have also gone to a professional.
I’m going to dive right into that. Fuck it.
And I almost do, plotting how I’m going to get the shoes and the stockings, the gloves and the corset off her so I can see every inch of her, but then her hand on my chest pushes me back.
I go willingly, watching with anticipation as she gets on her knees, straddling me.
She takes her time torturing me, placing herself so high up that when she brings those incredible lips of hers to my jaw and rains kisses on me as she drops her ass down, I think she’s going to grind one out on my abs.
Let’s fucking go. That will be a story worth taking to the locker room if nothing else.
Leaving all other details out, of course — I’m not that big of an asshole that I’d take advantage of her situation to make a better story for the boys — but hell yeah, I’m gonna tell the guys I got myself so fucking ripped this summer that a lady used my abs like one of those grinder sex toys.
I’ll brag about that for the rest of my life.
Her cum pools in my navel. This is so fucking hot. Fuck.
She does grind for a couple seconds. She pants against my neck, makes soft little sounds like she’s going to come, gets real close to my ear, and says, “Is this what you want, John?”
“I want it all, Trixie.” I tuck my hands under my head, giving her access to whatever she wants to touch.
She runs her hands and her lips all over my chest. When she slides her pussy down, she leaves a slick trail that cools and tingles the moment there’s any space between us for the air to reach, and it just makes my dick harder.
My tip nudges into her folds, bouncing at the flutter of her lips over it the moment they come into contact. Yeah, I wanted to brag to the team about my abs, but also, I just want to be in her pussy.
I’ll probably still brag about my abs.
She lifts herself up, taking hold of my cock in a gloved hand, the lace rough enough that my eyes roll back.
When she lines the tip up, catching on her rim, I feel the anticipation of a virgin.
My first time without a condom. And yeah, I heard all the guys bragging about how much better it is.
There’s a difference, I know that. Just not a difference that’s worth the risk.
I thought.
I groan when she sinks down onto me, shamelessly taking my entire shaft, lowering herself slowly but without hesitation. I swear, every neuron in my body lights up at it. I could die like this.
I’d die happy.
“You like that, John?” she asks, her voice tight but intense. We are on two different planes, but they’re both good planes. It’s fine.
“Fuck.” That’s the only coherent word I can make, and I lose that the second she lifts herself up and lowers down again.
“You’re so big,” she gasps, nothing coy about her voice. It clicks that the tightness in her breath is from pain.
My balls are tightening. My blood is pounding in my skull.
My cock is twitchy as fuck in its hot, tight confines, too close to the edge for me to fully appreciate that I can feel every texture of her walls.
I can’t even be embarrassed that I’m gonna be a two-pump chump for her. I’ll prove myself later.
Hell, I’ll prove myself directly after I come. I’m going to keep on pumping right through it and probably on to another. So fuck it. She got me all worked up. Kudos to her.
But the pain in her voice has me doing my best to rein myself in, use what little brain space I have to grab hold of her hips and lift her up a couple inches.
“Don’t . . . don’t hurt yourself,” I grit out, digging my fingers into her ass.
Bonus there: she’s super soft and squishy.
Softer and squishier than most asses. Everything about her looks strange and feels strange, and I love it.
Hot gets thrown at me all day, but even when I was younger, it was the unusual that caught my attention.
This soft, squishy ass? It’s perfect that I can really dig into it.
Probably bruise her, hopefully not too badly, but that extra hold is nice.
“John!” she whimpers, her voice starting to hit those higher notes. She strains against me like she truly does want to hurt herself on my cock, but I need to make sure she’s okay first.
She leans forward, bracing her forearms on my chest, rocking her ass back in my hands, changing the angle of my cock.
The way she’s tipped, I get a clear view of acres of tits threatening to spill out of her corset top.
I want to dig them out of their confines, let them spill onto my chest, but my hands are full.
The best I can do is tip her enough that her corset rubs against me.
Every bounce has her tits pushing up closer to her chin, and I’m so focused that when a single nipple manages to pop over the hem of the corset, making her squeak and clench, I groan and unleash inside her.
I’ve never come so hard in my life, I swear.