Page 12 of Off the Pitch

I was still annoyed that Lily had invited David over for dinner, but I wasn’t quite sure whether I was more upset about the invitation itself or the suddenness of it. It was probably the latter, but I knew why she’d done it this way. Lily thought I’d run if I had time to think about it. And she was probably right. Better to spring it on me last minute and force my attendance.

She was far too cunning for her own good.

David’s face drifted into my mind as I closed my eyes. He was the same David I remembered, and yet so different. Growing up had suited him—the stubbled jaw, the Clark Kent glasses, and the broad, well-muscled shoulders, if the way his shirt had clung to him was any indication. Heat pooled in my belly, and I could feel my cock twitching with interest.

That was new.

It wasn’t that I didn’t masturbate. I just didn’t do it very often. I hadn’t dated in a long time, and I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had any sort of sexual contact. So it was only really when I felt the need, and it didn’t happen regularly. Even then it was usually just a quickie in the shower or just before I fell asleep. I wasn’t really one for watching hours of porn.

But now my mind was flooded with thoughts of David. The curve of his ass as he turned away from me that night, the deep rumbling of his voice, and the swell of his lips. I ran my fingers across my skin, feeling it tingle. I caressed my nipples between my fingers, gasping as they hardened under my touch, remembering the first time David had kissed them. The soft way he’d licked them, teasing them with his teeth. Memories of the times we fooled around on his tiny, single bed as teenagers washed over me. My body had changed a lot since then; it was firmer, more muscular and defined, and I desperately wanted to let David lay me out and explore every single inch. Preferably with his tongue.

My hips bucked, sending water over my stomach. I slid my hand across the ridges of my abs as I wondered what it would feel like if David licked them. Would he kiss them gently? Worship them? Or just bypass them for something more interesting?

I moaned as my fingers wrapped around my cock. It was already hard and aching, and my hips thrust forward again as I pumped it slowly. I pulled my lip between my teeth, trying to keep my voice down as I stroked myself. The heat of the bathwater made it easy, and I couldn’t help but think about what David’s mouth would be like… would he tease me or just swallow me down? Would he let me thrust into his throat, or would he control everything, holding my hips down as he took what he wanted? A groan slipped from my lips, but I didn’t care. Pleasure thrummed across my skin in a way I’d forgotten it could. My head spun with visions of David, and my body responded. My hips thrust into my fist, faster and faster with every stroke. I could feel my stomach tightening—the familiar pull of an approaching orgasm. Without thinking, I slid my other hand between my thighs and caressed the furled skin of my hole.

“Oh… oh fuck,” I gasped, delirious with delight. The muscle was tight, and my grip on my cock was tighter still. My finger nudged at the rim, pushing inside, and my orgasm crashed through me.

My whole body was shaking, pleasure dancing across my skin as ropes of cum covered my chest. A couple of spurts even hit my chin, and I gasped at the force of my release. Every inch of me was on fire. I could only breathe in short gasps and pants as my fingers stroked my cock through the last vestiges of orgasm.

I floated lazily in the water as the last aftershocks faded away. A strange feeling of serenity enveloped me, and I realised that this was what everyone meant when they talked about a good orgasm wearing you out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt anywhere near this content after masturbation. A soft sigh echoed in my ears.

Part of me wondered if facing David at dinner would be more awkward now that I’d fantasised about him touching me. Part of me was too relaxed to care. Besides, it wasn’t as if anything was ever going to happen between David and me. That ship had long since sailed. And it wasn’t as if I was out or had any desire to be. It would be best to leave my relationship with David where it belonged—in the past.

David had Kit now, with his ginger hair, sweet face, and artistic talent. I wondered idly if he ever thought about me when they were together but immediately dismissed that notion. Nobody ever thought about their ex during sex, especially if they and said ex hadn’t even had sex. Well, not really.

I sighed again, shifting my body to push the cooling water over my stomach, washing away the evidence of my fantasies. For a moment I considered feeling guilty about thinking of David. He had a boyfriend, one he obviously adored, and I didn’t want to come between them. Then again, I was never, ever going to admit to what I had just done, so I figured I was safe. One little trip down memory lane wasn’t going to cause him to suddenly fall back in love with me. It wasn’t like I wanted him to do that, was it? After all, I had gotten off thinking about him… and I was flustered by the idea of him coming round for dinner. You weren’t supposed to feel that way about your friends, so what did that make us? Did it mean I wanted him back?

Confused by my own feelings, I hurriedly washed myself off and climbed out of the water, triple checking that I’d removed any remaining semen from my chin before I left the bathroom.

I dawdled a bit getting dressed. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to wear to something like this. It wasn’t a date, but I didn’t want to look like a slob. My normal evening wardrobe of very comfy jogging bottoms and a giant hoodie was out, and jeans and a t-shirt were in. Even then, it still took me half an hour to pick a t-shirt.

“Chrissie.” Lily’s call startled me, and I pulled on the dark blue V-neck I’d been toying with.

“Yeah?” I answered, sticking my head out my bedroom door. She wasn’t on the landing, so I figured she’d been calling me from downstairs. Apparently, it was too hard for her to climb the stairs, and it had been easier to just yell.

“Come down.” I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, Lily was the laziest person I’d ever met.

“What?” I grumbled loudly as I made my way down the stairs. She didn’t answer, which I assumed meant she couldn’t say it in less than two words. Either David was already here, or something else was going on. Given that I had no idea what time David was supposed to arrive, and I didn’t even know what time it currently was, he’d probably already turned up, and I looked like I was hiding.

“What?” I repeated as I hit the hall floor. I couldn’t hear any voices, just the sound of someone in shoes pottering around in the kitchen.

When I rounded the door, I stopped in shock. Lily was throwing some snacks in her bag, her face now heavily made up. Her clothes had been swapped from her hoodie and leggings to skinny jeans and a leather jacket. She was leaving.

“Oh good,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. “I’ve just been asked to do a last-minute set coverage tonight. You don’t mind, do you?”

“But, but dinner…” I stammered.

“It’ll be fine,” Lily added, throwing some water bottles in her bag. “You know him, and you’ll have fun. Monika even left all the instructions for the food, and I’m sure you can both figure it out. You’re grownups.”

“What time will you be back?” I said, fully aware that I was pouting now.

“Club opens at nine-thirty, and I start at ten, I think, so maybe three or four tomorrow morning?”

I glanced up at the kitchen clock. “It’s barely half past six,” I deadpanned.

She shrugged. “I’ve not been there before.”

“That’s a horrible excuse.”

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