All Chapters of Out Of Bounds: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Colt Age Twenty-one I was going to hell. I just ate out my best friend's sister, and it was the best fucking pussy of my life. I was never a huge fan of it, but girls loved it and so I would do it but with her it was different. She tasted like honey and the fucking noises she made as I built her up had me harder than I had ever been but when she cried out my name as she came, about caused me to come on the bed like some thirteen year old boy seeing his first porn. I kissed up her stomach, wanting to slow this down a little bit. I wanted to savor every second of this because it could never happen again. I hope she can understand that. I should have had that talk with her beforehand and made it clear, but it's a little late for that. I made it up to her perfect creamy tits and I took my time lavishing them with attention. By her reaction earlier her nipples were sensitive, and I loved that. I was a tit man and hers were perfect. The fit in my hand like they were made for them. I m

Colt Age twenty-one I stepped out of the shower and dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist and went into my bedroom. Alicia is over. We were just friends. I met her after I came out of my drunken stupor. I was able to talk to her about Finny, since I couldn't talk to Konner. She has helped me a lot. She had even encouraged me to reach out and just check on her and see if there could still be a friendship, but I couldn't because I would slip back into that place with her. It was always so easy with her, and she was the most beautiful woman ever and I knew I couldn't resist her, especially since I've had her once. I can't go back there. "Who was on the phone?" I asked Alicia as I grabbed clothes out of my dresser. "Oh, it was my mom." "I thought it was mine that was going off." "Nope," she said, popping the P. I turned around and saw the way she looked at me, and it wasn't with friendship eyes. There was more there as she looked at my chest and six pack. Fuck why couldn'

Colt age twenty-one I paced the apartment waiting for Konner to get back. He left two days ago. He said something was going on with Finley but wouldn't tell me anything else. He had texted me and said she was going through some shit but would eventually be OK, and then I got another that said she was dropping out of school and quitting basketball and then a follow up text telling me not to reach out to her. That she didn't want me to know about anything. It killed me knowing that she was struggling and she didn't want my help. I'm sure she hates me and she has every right. Hell, I hated myself for it as well. My guilt has never lessened; it only gets worse. My heart hurts for what I did to her. No amount of alcohol helped. Sleeping with other girls doesn't help me. Hell, that only makes it worse. I've tried to stop both and I've managed to not sleep with anyone in the last two weeks, and it's worked but the drinking is a little harder. The door opened and Konner walked in, lookin

Colt Age Twenty One I walked out of practice feeling pretty good. Tonight was our first practice of the season. Granted it was still our pre-season but if today was any indication of how our season would go, we would be on track to make it to the NCAA finals, if not win it. Our team is mostly upperclassmen, and we've now been together for two years and this year will make three. We've meshed really well and have a great bond. I'm really excited to see how this plays out. When I got back to the apartment I had an email from Walter Jones. Everything was finally ready to send to Finley. It had taken a little longer than I wanted, but all that mattered was that it was happening. I logged into the account and signed everything that needed my signature and read through the letter that would go with it. I really hoped that it sounded like something her father would say. I knew that it said what she needed to hear. She needed to know that he loved her, and I knew that he did. And she also

Colt age 22 "Finny, got her letter today. I can't thank you enough for doing that. She has really been struggling, and I think today was the first time that she sounded more like herself." "Good," I mumbled. I hated that I couldn't be there for her. I mean I could, but I didn't know how anymore. "She was so desperate she called our mother." He said and that got my attention. "Why would she do that?" "I don't know. I tried to send her money multiple times but stopped after you said you had it taken care of. She didn't even tell me that she called her. My mom called me and I don't know why I even answered. I haven't talked to her since my father's funeral. She has called multiple times, and I always ignore her but for some reason I answered." "Do I even want to know?" I asked, sitting down on the couch. He now had my full attention. "The usual. How Finley was not a daughter of hers and how could she think that someone would love her or ever find her attractive," he said and pau