49 - Fallon
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FALLON
The next weeks were dizzy ones, on all fronts. For the first time in long years the Buffaloes made the playoffs, sparking a powder keg of celebration that swept the whole city of Canyon and the townships beyond. There was a whirlwind of press and partying in the days leading up to their first postseason game, but when the team returned with a dramatic, last-minute victory, Buffalo fever swept the entire campus to the point of near total chaos.
I had to step back for a bit, as the whole team basked in their much-deserved glory. For a while, everything was football and football-related, and I watched patiently from the back seat. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous of the boys’ overwhelming attention, in the same way you might feel if your favorite band was finally ‘discovered’ by the public, when in fact you’d been one of their biggest fans all along. I swallowed it down though, knowing they’d worked their whole lives for this. And not just the players either, but the coaches, trainers, and the rest of the staff. All of them had worked tirelessly together, so they could ride along on the ever-surging wave of ecstasy.
Unfortunately that wave crashed hard against the shores of reality; after the team’s heartbreaking elimination in the second round. Canyon cheered anyway, throwing various parties and celebrations for the would-be champions who took them well into the postseason. There were team dinners, final meetings, and ultimately, goodbyes. When the smoke cleared I essentially got the boys back to myself, but they were quick to show me that they’d never really left.
And even better, that we had a whole future to look forward to.
Every time I thought about what lay ahead for us, it made me deliriously happy. There was a sort of drunken excitement in hurtling blindly forward, even toward the unknown. I finally had a plan, a direction, an actual future. A destiny that wasn’t devoid of opportunity, as it was back in New Meadow, or mapped out by someone else entirely, like Blaine.
Temperatures dropped, to the point where Texas began reminding me of Ohio, at least for a couple of months. Dalton and Emerson left me reluctantly, to go home for Thanksgiving, while I headed off to spend a four-day weekend at Trey’s family’s ranch. The trip turned out to be overwhelming, but in the best possible way. I was heralded as a rock star by Trey’s four brothers and five sisters, but it was his parents who treated me like royalty. In just the first few hours I was fed so many delicious things I was sure I’d gained two pounds, immediately solving the mystery of how my grizzly bear-sized boyfriend got to be so big.
But there was also so much love. So much happiness steeped in the chaos of this family’s everyday life, that it brought me to actual tears several times. It was beautiful the way they opened their arms and hearts to me, much less their warm, well-loved home. I was taught how to horseback ride, and practiced yoga halfway up a mountain. I immersed myself in farm life, physically embracing the animals I’d learned so much about during my many classes.
They all thought I was Trey’s girlfriend, of course, and neither of us corrected them. It wasn’t easy for us to get together with so many curious eyes tracking our every move, but Trey knew times and places we could slip away. We walked together along a beautiful river that cut through an orange, tree-lined valley, and made love in a clearing surrounded by tall, lush grass. I rode Trey like a stallion, heedless of anything and everything else. It was uniquely liberating to scream through my orgasm, my cries of rapture echoing through the valley as I rolled my hips, threw back my head, and gasped euphorically upward at the great blue umbrella of flawless, Texas sky.
On the way back I realized I would miss this place, if we ended up somewhere radically different. Regardless of my time with Blaine, the lone star state had been incredibly good to me these past four years. But I also knew I’d be happy wherever we went, as long as I had the boys by my side.
Eventually the semester ended. All three of my lovers arranged to stay through the break rather than go home for the holidays, and of course I stayed with them. We did it to not only work on the house, but also to work on each other. The town was nice and quiet between school sessions, and we meant to take advantage of it. The silence lent the place a beauty it didn’t normally have, and the crisp, winter snap to the north Texas air made us want to walk everywhere we went.
And so we did.
In the coming weeks we spent even more time together, growing closer without the distraction of classes or practices or anything other than the simple joy of being around one another. I took long, hot showers with Emerson each morning, after which I’d get lost in Dalton’s bedroom on the way back to my own. Trey and I took lazy afternoon trips to pick up building supplies, sometimes going out of our way to stop at any seedy strip motel that looked exciting enough to get off in.
And then there were my nights with all three of them at once, which I couldn’t even begin to describe. The sex was down and dirty, rough and tumble. The harder they went, the more I begged them for it… and the more I begged, the harder they put me through the paces. This led to a downward spiral of sexual greed that was increasingly sordid, and wholly fucking amazing. The guys were always hard, too. Constantly ready. At any moment of any given day I could be thrown down or carried upstairs… or in a pinch, just bent over the nearest hip-high object or piece of furniture, so one or more of them could pull my panties down to my ankles and bury themselves inside me.
I got used to being pleasantly sore, and the boys grew accustomed to my nightly bed-hopping as we happily traded sleep for sex. I was always hot, always wet; my insides constantly throbbing and gloriously full. As Christmas rapidly approached, the levels of intimacy between us were beyond amazing. Emotionally, the love and camaraderie we shared rivaled anything I could’ve ever hoped for in a relationship. Physically, my sex life was off the charts.
And so there I was, sitting at home, wondering which gifts to buy for the three men who already had everything, including me. Life was good. Life was great. Life was downright fucking amazing.
That is, until answering a knock at the front door made my heart drop straight into my feet.