Odell Quickies

If Only For One Night

Part 3 of Contest Winner

We finished dinner and took back everything we didn't finish. When we got back it was well after 12, I was a little tired so I went upstairs and changed into a sports bra, tank, and Capri jogger sweats. Face clean of make up and my hair back down in my regular curls, I jogged back down to find Odell playing with my dog Taz. "He's cute, what's his name?"

"Taz," his ears perked up and he ran over to me, "Hey big boy." I knelt down and scratched behind his ears. Taz was a cream colored Cocker Spaniel with tan spots and freckles. I'd had him since middle school and took him to school with me when I left. He was my baby boy.

"What's next?" Odell was standing over me. When I stood up he was in my face staring down at me. "I think a little PS4 would do."

"Spotted it huh? Yeah, pick a game while I go grab his leash, we can walk him then I can wax that ass after."

He walked over to my TV, my games were on a stand next to it. I saw he picked Madden. When we got outside, he walked with his hand on my hip and Taz's leash in the other. It was a cool night, in the 70s maybe, the moon glistened on the man made retention pond behind my house. Taz sniffed around and pooped, I had the bag to pick it up in my hands. For a few minutes we stood and looked out over the water, Odell was trash talking about whooping my ass in Madden but I was pretty good myself so I returned the playful banter.

We walked back through my door, Taz ran and jumped on his spot on my couch. Odell grabbed the controllers and sat down on the couch and pulled me in the spot left next to him. I took a controller and pressed the power button, Madden was already in the disc tray.

The next 2 hours was us fighting over who was best and cheating. At one point we were tangled up in each other arms fucking with the controllers messing up plays. But then we both started yawning and after one more game shut it off, "I'm pretty sleepy." He announced through a nasty yawn that made his eyes water.

"No need to cry about losing to a girl," I teased while he wiped his eyes, "I can call you a cab to take you back to the hotel?"

"Nah, I don't wanna go back, you gotta extra room here? I'll head back in the morning?"

"I did have an extra room but it wasn't set up as a bedroom. It's my study room, all I have in there are books and my desk where I do homework and stuff. My bed is a king though? I can sleep on the couch."

"Nah, this your house. That bed is big enough for both of us."

"You sure?" I was nervous, if we shared the bed I couldn't promise to not try something.

"Yeah, we grown. No reason for you to be sleeping on the couch and I'm the one intruding."

I led him upstairs to my room, thank god I'd cleaned up earlier before he came. "I can't sleep in complete silence, so I usually play Netflix until I knock out, that's not an issue is it?" I asked pulling my covers back.

"Nah, I can sleep through anything if I'm tired enough." When I looked up he was shirtless and starting to come out his pants. I turned around and bit my lip, he was too damn fine to do that. "You tatted up?" I guess he saw the colorful songbird on my shoulder blade.

"Yeah, this is only a piece of the whole thing." Where I was standing was in front of the mirror on my dresser, I watched him walk over and inspect it.

"Lemme see the rest." I nodded. The only way to see the rest was to take off my tank top so I lifted it up slowly, exposing the small music notes that started on the left side of my shoulder wrapping carelessly around my back and to the right side of my stomach just at the pelvic bone where another colorful songbird was singing as well. "Holy shit, this is fire. How long did it take?" I told him about 4 sessions and stuffed my hands into my pockets, causing the top of them to slide down further on my hip. The way my bottoms hung off, you could see the top of another tattoo I had on my hip. "What's that one? Can I?" He asked with his hands near the band of my joggers, I nodded and he pulled them down a little just enough to expose the tattoo. A soft pastel colored yellow ribbon, twisted into a pretty cursive print spelling out survivor, the 'i' a little bigger than the other letters showing you it was meant to be a cancer ribbon. "That one's cute." He pulled the elastic band back up where it was at first.