The Naughty Spaceholder

Derek

The last to exit the locker room had been a habit of mine. It was not as if I had not tried to go before the others, but every attempt failed. Even more so since the baseball championship was around the corner. The last game of my college career and I wanted it to be spectacular.

This season, satisfying all my fans including my scouts were my number one goal. Being a disappointment was off the table. There we no rooms for fuck ups.

I saluted coach Wilson at the door before I took off in the direction of the parking lot.

Several students wandered about on campus. Some walked through the grass while others used the trails. Books hugged against their chest and chattering floated with the wind. Bags were slung over their shoulders as they made their way to their destination.

A smile tilted my lips.

What had I expected? This was UCLA after all.

"McKenzie," some greeted when I strolled past them. In return they received nods.

Rumors traveled that I was an asshole for not being more verbal. Yet, I could not help myself. Majority of the time I forgot their names or didn't know who they were. Therefore, as selfish as it seemed a nod was the safest courtesy I could offer them.

The constant buzzing of my pocket alerted me when my 2017 Mustang Ford came into view. Shifting my backpack to my other shoulder, I fished out the device which caused the vibration.

My thumb slid across the lit screen, and the message was opened.

💬
Cathy
           *Final Reminder of the day*
         You have a play date with Miss. Hooks. Be there, or not, I don't care. I'm making dinner, be here by nine, before it gets cold.

💬

My lips stretched while my eyes swept over the text. Old habits were hard to die. Cathy, my best friend sent me reminder texts every chance she got. Often than I wished, random reminder texts came in at the most inconvenient times: in class, during practice, in the shower, and while helping to scratch a girl's itch. Most of those reminders were chore memos. Others were similar to this one: reminding me of an important meeting or date.

Though I got teased by my teammates for it, it was always helpful. Everything was done on time. It was a win-win situation for both Cathy and me.

I sent back a quick text.

💬
  Derek
            Roger that. Don't worry I'll be home in time.

💬

Before I could unlock my car the phone rang. Lisa's name popped up on the lit screen.

Fuck! What now?

My lids squeezed shut while my teeth sank into my bottom lip. A long breath was released before I answered the device.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you? I've been waiting for ages," an authoritative yet whiny voice cooed through the speaker.

I unlocked my car and threw my backpack in the back seat. "I'm on my way."

"Hadn't you seen my calls?"

Yeah, the fifty-seven of them. Oh, and how could I forget the forty-seven messages. If annoying was a person? If it weren't for the media, I would doubt she did anything at work.

"Yeah, I was at practice." I hopped in around the steering wheel.

A sigh found my ear. "Right. About what time will you be here?"

My eyes wandered out the window. "Ah, not sure."

"Ugh, hadn't you said you were on your way?"

I banged my head on the seat. "Yeah, I am."

"But—"

"Look, Lisa, I can't be on the phone while I'm driving. I'll be there." Before she got a chance to say anything else, I disconnected the call. Then threw the phone in the glove compartment.

So, much for space holders. This one seemed to be crazier than the rest.

I needed to get this over and done with. If I followed my mood, I would detour home and miss my play date.

I buckled up and drove out of the parking lot in the direction of Lisa's house.

Cathy had a low tolerance for fuck ups. It was bad enough Lisa showed up at our jogging spot this morning. The whole thing was my fault. I had mentioned to Lisa I ran along the route of Zuma beach. Lisa must have guessed the time frame and thought I wanted company. How wrong of her. I could have sworn I told her I jogged with friends. Knowing how Lisa was, she only heard what she wanted, leaving off the warnings. I always turned out to be the asshole when I refused to comply with what she wanted. Hmmm, such a pain.

I drove into her driveway and killed the vehicle.

If only she hadn't changed.

Grabbing my spare key, I exited the car and went into her den. "Babe!"

***********************************

"Why'd you have to go so soon?"

"We've been at it for hours," I deadpanned, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Plus, it's getting late."

Lisa sat on the edge of the bed, the duvet draped around her. "It's just six pm."

No shit. "Yeah, and you know that's late for me." The muscles in my forehead tightened. "I have four lectures tomorrow. Then, practice in the evening. So, you see, as much as I would adore staying, I need my beauty sleep." And, I needed to get away from you.

I hated it when she got whiney, and to my luck, she often got this way whenever I tried to leave. It was not like I had not given her the rundown of my daily activities.

I did! At least, almost every activity.
Yet, she still became a pain in my ass. Every, single, time. What more could a man do?

Turning, I picked up my boxers from the pile on the floor.

From a young age, I realized I got a fetish for older women. They knew what they wanted. They were mature enough to handle or dish out anything, no matter the circumstances. I felt more at ease, more comfortable around them than with girls my age. To be honest, the only female I could tolerate at my age was Cathy. She was like an old lady trapped in a younger body. Crazy.

Smiling to myself, I pulled my boxers on.

Nonetheless, it seemed I got stuck with the wrong woman. I chose the wrong space holder. Lisa was the complete opposite of what an older woman should be. Well, sometimes. When we first met six months ago, Lisa was a different person. She was normal. A confident entertainment lawyer who could seduce any guy with just a single smile. The best. However, as time went by, she changed into someone else. A pain. Sure, the sex was still great, but her personality had perked a lot on the crazy scale.

It was almost stressing me out. A space holder was meant to hold the space for another. No complications. No stress. Just there until the woman I loved was ready for that space. Simple. Easy. Lisa was the opposite. Yet, somehow I couldn't break it off; not yet.

Sighing aloud, I grabbed my jeans, but slender hands yanked them from my clasp. Deep in thought, I hadn't noticed when Lisa came up behind me.

With a disapproving glance, I tried to get the trousers, but she didn't allow such actions. Instead, she threw the garment across the room. Her palm was flattened against my chest. On her toes, she grinded her nipples against me.

"Could you stay for another hour? Please." Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as another hand slipped inside my boxers. Those fingertips laid feather-like brushes along the length of my cock, reawakening my hormones.

"Please, baby, please," she begged, biting on my bottom lip.

I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer to be strong; to block out her seduction. Regardless, my body refused to listen to reason. Instead, a strong desire engulfed me. As a result, the length of my shaft grew with the same intensity of passion.

Still, fighting the feeling, I forced my breathing to stay calm. However, my seducer had other ideas. Using her thumb, she rubbed the head of the throbbing erection twice. Palming it with a steady grip, she massaged it in slow mind-blowing gestures. Her action only stopped to trail the slit on the head, forcing a throaty groan through my lips.

Okay, I was done for.

"Are you going to spend that hour, Derek?" she purred. Her voice coated with lust; well aware of the power she had over me.

Her next move was to bite my chin before tugging at the sides of my boxers, dragging them back down. My eyes snapped open to glare at my tempter who was now positioned on her knees.

I could do this. Yeah, I could.

The no was at the back of my throat, clawing its way out. Instead, a voice that sounded like my own growled, "Yes. Only for one hour."

Jesus, I didn’t do it.

Taking my answer as an invitation, she smiled at her triumph, confirming, "One hour."

Yes, I could do one hour. Good job, Derek. You sure showed her.

A tongue darted out, licking the tip. The head was sucked between pink lips.

"Fuck, Lisa," I gritted out.

One hour my ass! There was no way I would walk out her door in one hour. Gosh! I was so fucked. Cathy was going to kill me.

My heavy eyelids drifted close. All logical thinking was suppressed when the pleasure increased.

Damn!