The first thing I notice is all the red. It's everywhere. Red jerseys, red face paint, red stadium.The stadium where the Mutiny play is impressive. Just outside downtown, it's almost shaped like the bottom half of a soccer ball."I can't believe this is your first soccer game," Geni says as we walk with the crowd toward the front gates. "They are so fun. Like nothing you have ever experienced before." Like the majority of people around us, Geni is showing her team spirit dressed in a tight fitting Mutiny jersey and matching baseball cap, long red hair pulled through the back in a low ponytail. "How come I didn't know you were such a huge soccer fan?" I ask, looking down at my plain red T-shirt. I'm lucky I found something in the team colors in my closet."Because I'm not a super fan. I love coming to games, and I definitely keep up with all the single and available players," she says with a wink, "but I don't watch on TV or pay close attention to their schedule or anything. You know
You're right.That's all the text from Nicholas says. Despite its terseness, I know exactly what he's talking about. We haven't spoken since our conversation about Homecoming a few weeks ago. I'd left him with lots to think about. But he's a good kid. His dad may be a dick, but stepdad Aaron's been around a while, and before that, my brothers and I made sure Nicky had good male role models. I text him back as soon as I pull into Quincy's lot and park my car.Me: I'm glad you think so. Now what are you going to do about it?Nicky: I asked her if she wanted to go on a real date with me. Before the dance. Me: And? Nicky: And we're going to the movies tomorrow night.Me: No expectations of sex?Nicky: Nope. I've been sitting with her at lunch a couple times a week. And we've partnered up in biology. She's actually really cool. Me: I figured she probably was. Now treat her like a lady and get to know the person she is with her clothes on before you wonder what she's like with her clothe
The first thing that pops up on the screen is a woman on a bed and a man is with her. With his head between her legs for a very long time. And now there's nipples, lots and lots of nipples. And his head is still between her legs."Still trying to convince yourself it's not high-budget porn?" I joke, trying to break the sexual tension that has sprung up again."Oh my god, this is so awkward," she replies, eyes still on the screen. Her ears turn bright red, which is apparently her version of a blush. She looks so uncomfortable. I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it's Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. "Man, he's really going at it, isn't he?""Would you shut up?" She laughs and smacks my arm. "This is weird enough without you making jokes.""Sorry. I'll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn." She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway.Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all
"Daniel!" she yells as she trembles. I continue flicking and plunging, licking and tasting, until she goes still. It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, during which I kiss up and down her legs and back. Finally, she's coherent enough to speak again. "That was...." she says breathlessly. "That was amazing."I smile as I stand up and kiss the spot behind her ear, making her shiver. "That's just the beginning, too.""I guess it's my turn." I can hear the anticipation when she says it, but I have other things planned."Nope," I say. "I'm not done with you yet.""Watching high-budget porn turns you on, huh?" she jokes, still bent over the bed. I love that she hasn't changed positions or tried to cover up. She's not ashamed of what we've done or wanting more."Oh, it wasn't the porn. It was those damn shorts you had on." I kiss the back of her neck again, making her shiver. "And your soft, silky hair." I take a handful of it and pull her head back so I can kiss below her jaw,
I startle awake when someone slaps me across the face. My eyes are open, but nothing around me is registering.A bedroom. Not my bedroom, and not a hotel room. I get another smack, making me turn to look at my assailant. A toothless baby stares back at me, smiling and drooling.Last night comes back to me. We didn't have sex once. We didn't have it twice. No, we woke up two more times and ended up having sex three times. And it was all fucking fantastic. Even when we were half asleep.I shouldn't think about that kind of thing with a baby staring at me. That's kind of creepy, even for me."Hey, kid," I say. He really is a cute kid. "What are you doing in bed? Aren't you supposed to be in your crib?"He waves his naked arms and legs excitedly, like he's swimming. He's wearing nothing but a diaper."That exciting, huh?" He squeals. "Tell ya what, why don't we go find Quincy and see if I can't treat you guys to breakfast. What do you think of that?" He farts. I laugh. "I'll take that as
It feels like there's a sledgehammer in my head, and it's trying to demolish something, although I'm not sure what. Peeling my eyes open, the single ray of sunlight coming through my blinds makes the pounding worse. But something feels off so I power through it.I vaguely remember falling asleep while snuggling with Daniel on the couch and then waking up in the middle of the night to throw up. But the memory is blurry. Could it have been a dream?I roll over and look at the clock: 2:37 p.m.Not only have I been asleep all day, I was asleep all night. That means Chance hasn't eaten in… maybe as long as eighteen hours. Oh no!I jump out of bed, which, feeling like I do means I drag my feet over the side, try desperately not to vomit, and shuffle my way to the door. He's not crying, which makes my heart pound even harder. Oh god. I hope he's okay. How did I sleep so long? What is wrong with me? Maybe that blurry memory wasn't a dream after all. It's hard to think with my head pounding lik
"Okay, buddy, give me one second, and I'll get you a new bottle." I shift him on my hip as I balance his diaper bag, my gym bag, and the key to unlock the door to Quincy's apartment. He squeals and gets hold of my nose. "Yes, I know it's big. But it's not a toy." He lets go when his attention is diverted somewhere else as the door opens. "Here," I say as I throw everything on the couch and get him situated in his ExerSaucer. "You need to get some energy out. How about you bounce up and down for a while?" Sure enough, as soon as his feet hit the floor, he starts moving them as fast as he can. It looks like he's running without actually going anywhere. One of my nephews used to do that. It cracks me up."Quincy?" I call. I check her bedroom. The shower is running so I assume she's feeling well enough to clean up. That's a good sign. I strip the sheets off the bed and throw them in the washer, making faces and farty noises at the baby when I walk by.We're guys. I know how to entertain h
Her question gives me pause. I know I should want Geni to come over and relieve me as soon as she can. I mean, I have to work again tomorrow. And we're just dating, not in an official relationship or anything. But strangely, I don't want to leave her like this. I want to stay and take care of her and the baby. It's a strange feeling. "Uh… I think we'll be okay for one more night. I have an out-of-town game this weekend, so I definitely can't stay past tomorrow.""I'll take over for you starting tomorrow night. Will that work?""Perfect." The thermometer beeps, and I pull it out of Quincy's mouth. She settles in on the couch again as I read it out loud. "One oh two point seven.""Damn," Geni says."I gotta go. I need to get some more medicine in our girl and feed the baby before my mom gets here with dinner.""Your mom is bringing you guys dinner?" Geni sounds overly excited by this tidbit of information."Her chicken noodle soup."Geni laughs. "Quincy is gonna kill you when she's coher