The Calling

Weston

When I woke up in the morning I thought I dreamt the whole thing that happened between me and Zoey. It was so sureal and just as amazing as I thought it would be.

Wait, does she regret it? Was I too forward? She was just telling me about her dickhead ex and the one thing I could think to make her feel better was an orgasm, was that the right move? All these questions flooding through me made me nervous. I have never felt this nervous about anything sexual. I've never been this nervous to see the girl the day after or during school.

But Kennedy, she makes me get goosebumps. I'm trying to get my mind to think appropriate things but I can't help myself. Her pussy was so smooth and perfect, just like her legs and arms. I think I know what I want to do next with her if she lets me. Hell, I would get on my hands and knees and beg for her to let me taste her.

I can still see her sitting on top of me riding my fingers, her hair messy on her shoulders and in her face, but through her hair, her icy blue eyes were piercing into me. Fuck, I shouldn't have thought about that, I'm growing hard just thinking of it.

I'm the first person to make her feel like that, and it feels fucking great. I want to do more with her, show her what her ex couldn't. I wonder why he always went straight to wanting to put his dick inside her. Just because I don't like the girls I fuck doesn't mean I don't want them to feel good with me. I wonder why she fell for this Dante dick anyways, she seems to blush like crazy over the slightest compliment.

I finally got out of bed after a bit of thinking about last night. It's Sunday, I got to go pitch for a bit or at least warm up the arm, and then tomorrow the semester starts which means we have to start locking in at practice before games start in February. I was only able to visit my parents once for Christmas because of the baseball off-season schedule and it was good. I was able to get on the farm a bit with my dad and my mom wasn't lying. I mean he could barely pick up the hay bails and I saw him taking more breaks than normal but he brushed me off. I've got a team that wants my answer if I want to get picked by them next year. I take a lot of classes in the summer since I have a lot of free time, so next semester I will graduate in December. This is my last season in college league and I still have no idea if I want to take my MLB offers. If I do, that means I will be starting that next year. I feel like my time is going by too fast and I need to make a decision. I plan to go visit my parents one last time before the season starts, so I can really talk to them.

After a hot shower, I walked downstairs to see who else was up, and to my surprise, there was Kennedy sitting at the kitchen Island on her computer. As I was about to walk up and say hi Bry came in the kitchen and beat me to it. "Good morning guys," He smirked as he walked by us and that's when Kennedy realized I was in the room. She quickly turned back to her computer.

"Oh uh good morning, I will let you guys have the kitchen I got to go get ready for my tour." She then hurried past me and didn't even give me a look. What just happened? Does she regret what happened? Did I move too fast or make her uncomfortable?

I then turned on my heel and followed her up the stairs. When I got to her door I knocked before realizing this could make things worse. I tried to turn back around but she opened the door before I could.

"Oh uh hey Weston?" She looked at me questionably with her cheeks rosy already. I stepped into her room before speaking. "Hey Ken are you okay?"

She disappeared into her closet in a flash, looking through her hangers, "I'm fine are you? I just need to pick an outfit out for this tour. I don't know what I should dress like. A college student or be professional?" She was rambling, she was nervous. I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder for her to turn around. "Kennedy calm down, What's seriously wrong? Did I upset you last night? Do you regret it?" Now suddenly I'm the one rambling.

She took a deep breath and sat down on her bed with me. "No, I don't regret it. I don't know, I've never done something like that, especially with someone I'm not even dating. I didn't know if you were going to act like it never happened. The rumors people were talking about at the party are getting to me, and now It feels like they are coming true."

"Kennedy Connoway. Are you telling me you went to Matt's room after what we did last night?" I pointed my finger at her attempting to make her laugh at my shitty joke, but it worked. She laughed hard and slapped me on the shoulder. "You know what I mean Weston, I just don't know what this is."

She was now smiling at me, her eyes looking between mine and my mouth. Her shoulders settled down now. "Hey, it doesn't have to be so serious Kennedy." I got closer to her now pushing her hair behind her ear. "I think you have a lot of tension to release, and your shitty ex couldn't do that for you, and I want to. Only if you let me through. If you don't want to do what we did last night anymore we don't have to, but let me tell you I couldn't sleep without thinking about it." I got closer and closer to her with every word that I spoke. "I don't regret a thing that happened last night, and you won't either, so what is the harm of worrying about it? If you want to continue it we can you just need to say the words." I pulled back a bit but was caught by surprise when she grabbed the collar of my shirt.

She pulled me back close and slammed her lips to mine, but as fast as it happened, she pulled back. "I'm so sorry I don't know why I-" I cut her off by connecting our lips again. She let out a gasp before kissing me back. She parted her lips and I took that opportunity to graze her tongue with mine. She tasted so sweet, like peppermint. It had only been like 10 hours and I was missing the way her lips fit with mine perfectly. I don't know what it is we are doing, but I don't want it to stop. I've never felt like this with a girl where I want to continue seeing her but she's got me wrapped around her finger.

I disconnected our mouths and a high-pitched wine left her throat, the same as last night. But she sucked in a breath when my lips touched the spot under her ear. I could see the marks I left on her last night and it made my dick strain against these jeans. My hand started to trail up her shirt and I gave her one last look so she could give me a nod so I could continue.

The moment my hand grazed over her tits, her back arched towards me. I moved my lips back to hers and pinched her nipple. Her tits are huge I can't even fit my hand on one. I could probably come from just looking at them.

But of course, right when I was going to lift her shirt a bit for more access, someone knocked on the door. Kennedy pulled her shirt back down quickly and I backed up. Kennedy then pushed me off her bed to behind her closet door. She shushed me quietly before going and opening the door. "Hey, Ken your Uncle is here, his truck just pulled up." I heard Brys voice from behind the door. Does Dennis finally decide to come now?

"Okay thank you Bry I will be out in a second." She went to turn away but then I heard Brys voice again, I could hear his smirk from the other side of the room. "Yeah, no problem, and tell Weston to get ready to go throw would you?"

When the door shut I came out and Kennedy's face was bright red. I walked up to her and put my hands around her face and her head dropped to my chest laughing. "How does he always know?"

"I don't know Ken, he's some sort of wizard I guess." We shared a laugh before I hurried to my room to change into some shorts.
I let Dennis and Kennedy have some alone time while me and Bry went and threw for a bit. Bry wouldn't give in on letting me know how he always knows everything. He says he just "senses" it or whatever that means.

By the time we were done, Dennis was getting ready to leave. I wonder if Kennedy told him she liked it here or not. When Kennedy ran up to her room to finish getting ready for the tour she was telling Dennis about, Dennis stopped to talk to me.

He put his hand on my shoulder like he usually does and leaned in, "Good job Collins, I think she likes it here, she talked endlessly about you, Matt, and Bry. Thank you for being a good friend to her." Little did Dennis know, I was thinking about bearing myself between his niece's legs last night. "Yeah, no problem Dennis, it's the least we could do."

After Dennis left I heard some movement in the kitchen and my eyes gazed over to see Logan and Chris stop dead in their tracks looking scared at me. I approached them and right when the two turned around to walk away, I grabbed both of them by the hair. They both winced in pain but they weren't ready for when I yanked both of their heads towards each other and smacked the sides of their heads together. After sharing some not-so-kind words with them I watched the both of them walk up to Kennedy's room rubbing the sides of their head.