Chapter 7

7

ELISIA

I half-expected Rob to join me in the shower. But, aside from handing me a small bottle of soap without even peeking into the stall, he remained completely out of sight. I heard his shower shut off and finished mine, and finally I emerged, squeaky clean, hair wet. That wasn't the only part of my body that was wet.

The shower walls had concealed what was going on outside my stall, but as soon as I stepped out, I spotted Rob. He wore a blue football jersey and white pants. He didn't have all the bulky stuff underneath that football players usually wore, but he was big enough that he more than filled out the clothing.

"Where'd you get that?" I looked around. There were lockers lining both walls, so it was probably a stupid question. I gestured toward the lockers. "Was it in one of these?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Over there."

I looked in that direction and saw a stack of jerseys next to a stack of pants. I then turned my attention back to Rob. He was seated on one of the benches, legs parted, hands clasped in front of him as he balanced his arms on his legs. He looked hot—like one of those professional football players I saw on TV. Definitely not high school material.

"It was a rough game," he said. "We got our asses kicked out there. You're not supposed to be in here, you know."

His gaze scanned my body. I'd been so caught up in looking at him, it hadn't hit me until now that I was fully naked, standing in front of a man for the first time in my life. I immediately wanted to cover myself, even with the heat in his stare.

"The other cheerleaders will wonder where you went," he said. "And if the coach catches you in here…"

"Or you," I said, going along with the game. "You could be kicked off the team for being in here with a naked cheerleader after the game, right?"

He shrugged. "I'm their top player. The coach would probably tell me to get dressed and go home."

"You are dressed," I said.

He probably meant change out of his uniform, but my words had him looking down at what he was wearing. And that made me imagine him with those clothes off.

"I plan to take all this off here in a minute," he said. "But first, I could use a little cheering up."

"Cheering up?" I asked.

I kind of knew where he was going with this, but I wanted him to say the words. I had to hear what he had planned.

"That's what cheerleaders are for, right?" he asked. "You boost team morale, both when we're winning and losing."

"That is the definition of a cheerleader." I looked down. "But I don't have my uniform."

When I lifted my gaze to his, I saw it again. The intensity. The desire. He wanted me. Me , the person who didn't even make first cut for my high school cheerleading squad, let alone get the attention of the guys on the team. This football player saw me as beautiful, though, and that meant more than anything I could have imagined.

He pushed himself to his feet and lowered the pants, taking his underwear with it. His cock sprang out, pointing toward me and making me gasp like the high school kid I was pretending to be.

Only I wasn't a high schooler, so the sight shouldn't have brought that kind of reaction. But he was big—not just long, but thick.

I hadn't imagined a penis being something I craved touching, but that was exactly how I felt as I looked at him. I licked my lips and started toward him, putting a hand on each of my breasts as I did. It felt like the right thing to do, even though my hands barely covered each boob.

Rob wasn't the only one who was big. I might be thicker all over than most of my friends, but my tits and ass were bigger too, and men seemed to like that.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, moving my right hand from my own breast to his cock. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and looked up at him as I parted my lips just inches from his tip.

"I've never done this before," I said. "Do I just lick it like it's a fudgesicle?"

His eyes widened briefly, then returned to normal. For a second there, he probably thought I was speaking as the twenty-three-year-old woman I was, not the teenager I was pretending to be. But I was speaking as a twenty-three-year-old virgin. He just didn't know it yet.

"Oh shit," he said as he looked down at me. "Treat it like a fudgesicle. But no biting."

I held back a smile at that. Of course, I knew not to bite.

"Fudgesicles are always better when you lick and suck them," I said. "You have to draw it out."

With that, I returned my gaze to his penis. I snaked out my tongue and ran it around the tip. A bead of moisture had positioned itself there. I licked it, finding it salty, then continued to move my tongue over him. When I finally opened my mouth a little more and took him in, he moaned.

No fudgesicle I'd ever had was this hard to get in my mouth. I took in as much of him as I could, then sucked in my cheeks and slid off him. His sharp intake of breath pushed me forward, and I suddenly knew why some women liked doing this. The fact that I could bring him so much pleasure made me feel powerful. In charge.

"Fuck, that feels good," he said.

I went as far as I could go a third time. By the fourth, he was breathing heavily.

"Get up here and let me kiss you," he said.

I pulled out and looked up at him. "Am I doing it wrong?"

Rob laughed and shook his head. "No, you're doing it perfectly. Too well, in fact. But I want to be inside you."

I released my hand and moved it immediately back to my right breast. I was covering myself. This was where I should tell him I was a virgin for real. I hated to shatter the fantasy, but I had to tell him. He needed to know. In fact, he probably should have known before we got this far.

"I have to—" I started.

"Get up here before the coach comes in," he interrupted, glancing at the door.

I clumsily scrambled to my feet, which required dropping my arms to my sides. I was completely bare to him now. My body, my heart, my soul. Great. I was supposed to be keeping my emotional distance, and here I was, falling for the guy.

"You have to—" I said.

But before I could get the sentence out, he interrupted again, this time by pulling me toward him and kissing me. It was the most intense, passionate kiss I'd ever had. I might be a virgin, but I'd been kissed before, and this was the difference between a man's kiss and a boy's. Sure, I'd kissed as an adult too, but none of those guys had the experience in the bedroom that this guy clearly did.

And that was why I wanted him to be my first time, even if it broke my heart. I'd at least know what it was like to be touched by a man who knew what he was doing.

His hands roamed as he kissed, moving first over my back, then my ass cheeks. He then came around and ran his hands up my hips, finally settling on my breasts.

I found it almost impossible to concentrate on the kiss with all the things he was doing to my body. And every nerve ending felt like it was at full attention for the first time ever.

It seemed unfair that he had so many clothes on when I was naked, but there was something sexy about it too. The material of his shirt brushed against my skin as he moved. I slid my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock once again. And with that, I wasn't the only one having a hard time concentrating.

Finally, he broke the kiss. "You're driving me crazy, woman. Turn around."

I opened my mouth, once again planning to tell him I was a virgin, but the words wouldn't come out. I was too curious what he planned to do once I turned around. There was nothing nearby for me to lean forward on, which was what I assumed he needed me to do to get the angle necessary to penetrate.

But as I turned, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him, the fabric of his jersey once again reminding me I was naked and he wasn't. He parted my legs slightly and slid his cock between my thighs. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The second I sensed he was getting his tip near my entrance, I would blurt it out, but would it be too late?

His hand moved to my pussy. But instead of sliding a finger inside, as I'd done the few times I'd tried, unsuccessfully, to pleasure myself, he focused on an area near the front of it.

I tilted my head back, propping it against his shoulder as he began moving his finger over that small area. I didn't even know how sensitive that spot was. Tendrils of heat seemed to spread from that part of me through the rest of my body.

"Oh!" I said in surprise as his other hand moved to my breast.

I'd never imagined being touched could feel this good. I hadn't imagined anything could, actually.

"That's my girl," Rob said. Just hearing him refer to me as his girl heated me up even more. "Your pussy's so wet and tight. I can't wait to slide my cock inside you."

A whimper somehow escaped from my throat, even though my lips were clamped shut. As his finger worked its magic, his shaft slid along the lips of my pussy. The combination made me cry out, my voice filling the small space.

I imagined an entire cheerleading squad outside this building, waiting as one of their squad members fucked the quarterback. That fantasy drove me over the edge, my thighs squeezing him as I pulsed around his finger. Only when I stilled in his arms did his finger stop moving.

He backed away, and when I turned, I half feared he'd changed his mind about going further than this. Or maybe he'd never intended to go further than this in the first place.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

It wasn't a demand. His features had softened from the grumpy disposition I'd seen earlier. Now all I saw was kindness and that same heat that had been there since we'd arrived. I was safe. I could be honest with him. And that had me blurting out my next words.

"No," I said. "I've never done any of this, including what just happened…with my body. I'm a virgin."