Breakthrough

Sizzle

After Blake and I reach the parking lot we both agree to drive separately to his house. As I get into my car and put on my seatbelt I can't help but think how nervous I am. I don't know when the last time I've been this nervous. Have I ever been this nervous before? At least over a boy. A guy. A man. He was a man. A man that played basketball and that smelled good and held my hand. By the time we both reached his house I could feel my stomach doing somersaults over and over. As I pulled into his drive way behind him I looked at myself in the mirror checked my teeth, adjusted my ponytail to give it some more height and swiped some Nivea Chapstick across my lips. There I was ready. I got out of my car and adjusted my jersey a little bit I saw that he was waiting for me by the front door.
"Just warning you, I have a dog. His name is Chaney," he said unlocking the door.
"I like dogs," I said to him smiling. When we walked in we were greeted by Chaney who was very excited to see Blake.
"Hey buddy. What's up? Did you miss me?" He said scratching the dog's head and patting him on the side.
"Here come in," he said motioning me to come inside. His home was beautiful. There was a white and grey color scheme with a gorgeous staircase that snaked up through the middle of the house. I followed him into the living room and kitchen area. The kitchen was fully equipped with all stainless steel appliances and a rather large marble topped island. The kitchen opened up into the living room where there was a three piece light gray couch and dark wooden coffee table, a TV on the wall, and in the corner, a dog bed. It was clean and simple. But it also had components that made it more comfortable and homey. The shaggy rug in the living room, the candle on the coffee table, even the few dishes left in the sink.
"This place is huge to have all to yourself," I said continuing to look around.
"Yeah, my mom says I need to settle down and have a few kids and maybe another dog," he says laughing a bit.
"Sounds just like my mom."
"Honestly. Can't live with 'em and you surely can't live without 'em. I'm gonna go throw this stuff upstairs but go ahead and sit down and when I get back we can order some food," he said grabbing his bag off the island in the kitchen as I nodded my head in response. After he went upstairs I made my way to the couch and picked up a GQ magazine that just happened to halve him on the cover. I flipped through the magazine and found his interview and skimmed through it. I turns to the next page to find a full spread photo of him shirtless. And my oh my was he gorgeous. His abs were dripping with sweat and he had this look on his face-- kind of a mean mug. Whatever it was it was sexy. Good lord. I found myself getting a little hot and bothered just by looking at this photo not to mention this guy is just upstairs.
"You like that picture?" A voice said behind me.
"Oh my god!" I said throwing the magazine on the coffee table.
"Sorry, I didn't hear or see you. When did you come down here?"
"I was standing on the stairs for a minute to see what you were doing. I didn't mean to scare you. I figured you heard me. But don't worry that's one of my better photos," he said winking.
"Mhmmm..." I replied. Damn it Sophie. Way to be cool.
"You wanna order some food? I'm starving," he said sitting down next to me opening a drawer in the coffee table that was full of takeout menus.
"You have quite collection," I said grabbing a handful of menus and flipping through them.
"I told you I don't cook. These are my saving grace. Are you in the mood for anything specific?"
"Umm, I could really go for either a burger or pizza. I know it's probably not in your athlete diet but that's what I really want if I'm gonna be honest."
"Hey, don't doubt me. Your boy can eat. Healthy, unhealthy, you name it," he said smiling at me. He showed his teeth too. I loved when he did that.
"I see, I see. Well I gave you two options so you pick," I said leaning back into the couch letting myself sink into the cushions.
"I'm gonna go with burgers then. Haven't had one in awhile. What do you want on yours?"
"I want it cooked medium. And I want cheese, cheddar and pickles and ketchup. And fries. Can't forget those."
"Ok medium, cheddar cheese, pickles, ketchup, fries," he said to himself as he jotted it down on the back of the menu picking up his phone and placing the order.
"You played a good game tonight," I said trying to fill some of the silence.
"Yeah? Did you really enjoy it?"
"I mean, yeah. I mean I can't speak heavily from a basketball perspective but you did score 34 points. And I thought that the arena had great energy and atmosphere. It's been so long since I've been to game and I've kind of forgotten how much fun they are."
"Well I'm glad I could rekindle that for you. Did you used to go to games often?" He asked turning his body toward me, his arm resting behind my head on the back of the couch.
"I did actually. My dad was a die hard Lakers fan. I mean we had season tickets and it would be sort of our thing to go to the games together you know?"
"Really? You? Little Miss Gucci at a basketball game?" He said scrunching his nose at me
"Yes, actually Little Miss Gucci loved basketball growing up and I think she still does now since you've taught her to remember."
"I just can't believe it. So your parents were there tonight rooting for Kobe I suppose?"
"Actually no, they were rooting for you, for the Clippers. Apparently my parents love you and your team. My mom was just in awe of how well you're doing this season when we went to dinner the other night."
"Really? Well then maybe it won't be too difficult telling them about us when when the time comes?"
"So eager Griffin, so eager."
"What can I say? I'm a guy who likes to get what he wants."
"Indeed you are. I don't know whether I should be appreciative or a little scared."
"For the most part you should be appreciative," he said smirking
"And what about the other times?" I said as he leaned in really close putting his lips right up against my ear.
"Let's just say I'm surprised we haven't made it to my bed yet. But don't worry it's early." I felt my cheeks get really hot and my hear pick up the pace as he moved away slowly. Then the doorbell rang. Thank you Jesus. He pushed himself off the couch grabbing his wallet that he left out in the kitchen and answered the door. From here I could here him making small talk with the delivery guy. A few giggles here and there and finally a goodbye.
"Alright. Burgers are here. You drink beer? Wine?"
"Oh do I ever. What do you have?" I asked getting up off the couch and following him into the kitchen.
"Let's see, I got Blue Moon, Purple Haze, Magic Hat, some merlot and some kind of white wine." He said peering into his fridge.
"I'll take a Purple Haze."
"Excellent choice. You wanna eat in there and we can find a movie or something?"
"Sure, here let me help you with those," I say helping him with the boxes of food and beers setting them on the coffee table.
"Here I think this one is yours...what do you wanna watch?" He asks turning on the TV.
"I'm not picky. Anything, really," I say taking a bite of my burger.
"Ok, well how about Space Jam? I know typical basketball movie for a basketball guy but it's a classic."
"Let's do it. I don't think I've seen that in ten years." I say taking another bite followed my a swig of my beer. After three more beers and about halfway through the movie I excuse myself to the bathroom. I had to pee like a race horse.
"Yeah it's the first door on your left when you go down that hallway," he said pointing me in the right direction. When I looked in the mirror I noticed my cheeks were a little flushed and my eyes a tinged with red. I decided to take out my ponytail and loosen up my hair to give it some volume. When I was finished it looked like post sex hair which was perfect to go along with my slight buzz. When I walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room I noticed Blake was scrolling through the TV guide but looked up at me when he acknowledged my presence. He continued to stare at me until I sat down. His eyes darted to the TV for a moment and then back at me.
"What?" I ask him
"Your hair."
"Is something wrong with it?" I say running my hands through the ends of it
"No, no not at all. I've just never seen it down before like that."
"Well, the high ponytail was giving me a new bad bitch persona which isn't what I intended."
"With or without the ponytail you're a bad bitch which is sexy as hellllll," he said dragging out the word hell. I could tell he too had had one too many beers.
"Woah, woah cowboy," I said laughing as he scooted closer.
"You know, since you say that we could play Cowboys and Indians upstairs," he said smirking tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and he scooted closer until his chest met mine. "Mhmmm," I said pursing my lips together as he quickly pushed my hair to the side giving him full access to the side of my neck which he laid his lips on. Leaving a trail of heavy kisses from the base up to my ear causing my back to arch and chills to be sent down to my toes.
"Blake!" I moaned his name trying not to laugh
"There is just something about your hair and you in my jersey that just makes you irresistible," he said coming up for air and reaching down to the bottom of the jersey and pulling it up and over my head to leave me in a white tank top and my bra. He then begins to kiss me hard on my lips grabbing the side of my face and I run my fingers through his hair. It is still slightly damp from when he showered.
"I think it's your turn," I say in between kisses tugging at his shirt which he then quickly removes revealing his rock hard chest that is rising and falling quickly. I run my hands over his chest thinking about the spread in the magazine. That's when he grabs my ass and lifts me up onto his lap. Within a few moments of us continuing to kiss he takes his hand and starts to knead my left boob. I wrap my hands around his neck and I start to feel myself breathe heavy. When I moan his name again I feel a bulge under me and look down to see that his pants have filled out quite a bit. As he moves back to my neck, his hand now in my hair I reach down to unbutton his pants which causes him to put his hand over mine.
"Sophie," he says sternly. Which causes me to look up at him.
"Don't get me wrong I want this. I want this a lot but not like this. I want you. We've both had a few drinks and I don't want either of us to regret this," he said as he grabbed both of my hands and put them in front of me.
"I'm sorry. I should've never done that in the first place, it was too ballsy," I say shaking my head and pushing some of my hair back.
"No, no, don't get me wrong I liked that. I liked all of that and I like you. I liked you doing that a lot," he said smiling at me.
"Ok, well I better get home I'm sure you have plans tomorrow," I say sliding off his lap and standing up picking up my shirt on the floor and handing him his.
"Why don't you let me take you home?" He asks.
"I'm fine Blake. Really. It's not even five minutes. I'll text you when I get home," I say grabbing my purse and walk toward the door.
"Promise?" He says right behind me
"I promise," I say leaning up pecking him on the lips.
"Goodnight Sophie."
"Night Blake."