FALLING in love

Chapter 3 - Going to a party

Angie

Nathan and I are driving back to his place on his bike. It's not like a Harley or anything but seeing this absolutely stunning guy on a bike is pretty damn sexy and such a turn on. Once I'm on the bike he tells me to hold on tight. I lean in against his body, wrapping my arms around him fully enjoying his six pack under my curious hands and pressing my cheek to his back between his shoulder blades. I ride with no helmet, and I find myself giggling softly. The wind in my hair, the quarterback in front of me in full control of the bike. We ride into the night, and we barely know each other. I feel a sense of calm and excitement all at once. Is this what freedom feels like? Far away from Florida, my drunk-ass mom, and my creepy uncle (everyone jokes about the creepy uncle as a stereotype, but I actually have a creepy uncle). Far away from dead bodies in the bushes, child abuse, poverty, and miscarriages and the overall feeling of despair.

Before long we arrive at a rather big house, and I look at Nathan with skepticism. It looks fancy. Too fancy. He laughs, shrugs his shoulders.

"I gotta live somewhere, right?! And this is way better than the dorms. Perks of being a college footballer," he says.

"Sure..."

"For one thing I have my own room and shower." He winks and takes my hand as he leads me inside and up the stairs. His hand is warm in mine, and I quite like the feeling. He leads me into his room and immediately spins me around pushing me against the door, pinning me between him and it. I don't have time to inspect his room before his lips are on mine. He presses his body further against mine eliminating any space between us, he's already rock hard, and my body reacts to his. I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me eagerly. I can almost taste the hunger on his lips. I close my eyes, wrapping my hands around his neck moving up into his hair tugging lightly. Our tongues are dancing a wet and lustful dance, Nathan's hands are on my body, under my t-shirt his thumbs skimming my underboobs. My hands roam down his broad back moving to the hem of his shirt slipping them underneath and running them across his six pack. He lets out a low growl and lets go of my lips, and I sigh in anticipation.

"That shirt needs to come off, Babygirl... like, yesterday," he whispers against my lips.

"Back at ya handsome." I smile.

We step back slightly to take off our own shirts and let our eyes roam all over each other. He's tall. Maybe 6'4. He's got broad shoulders, massive biceps and no tattoos as far as I can see. He looks like a freaking Greek god!

I step forward eliminating the space between us and put my hands against his cheeks and let my thumbs caress his soft skin. His eyes are beyond blue and seem to be getting darker by the second. Looking into his eyes I smile. Despite the hunger in his eyes, he looks so innocent. My smile widens, I almost laugh. He looks like someone I could destroy. We kiss softly and he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He cups my ass with his hands, moans and carries me to the bed while I kiss and suck at his collarbone. When he lays me down on the bed and lets go of me, I instantly let out a whimper missing the warmth and touch of his body.

"Damn, girl," he growls while his hand moves down to the zipper to open my jeans. We both burst out laughing because my jeans won't come off in a hurry. They are so tight that he has to pull them at my ankles as I try to wiggle out of them. I used to never wear jeans. Back home I always wore dresses or hotpants – despite my fat ass!

"Well, I wish I could have been more graceful getting those off," he laughs. Nathan throws my jeans on the floor and grabs my left foot and I close my eyes to fully enjoy the feel of his soft lips on each of my ankles. As he slowly kisses his way up my leg, I feel his tongue. It's warm and wet, and so am I. He moves slow – too fucking slow! I desperately want him between my legs. When he starts to kiss my knee, I can't take it anymore.