Page 69 of Necessary Roughness
Sloane:I do wish you could see me right now. I’m wearing some new lingerie, with the lace sticking out of the dress. I can’t believe my mom is the first person who gets a peek. I had to tell her it was the only bra I had left because I need to do laundry.
Me:DUDE STOP IT. Now that’s all I can think about.
Knox:You’re killing us, Sloane.
Sloane:Ahh! Sorry! Go back to thinking about my vomit.
Me:Have fun with your mom. I would tell you to say hi for me, but I’m not sure you want to explain how you know us.
Sloane:Why do you assume I haven’t told her about our physical arrangement? ;-)
Sloane:Ugh. I regret typing those words. If my mom knew what I was doing, I’d walk into the ocean and never look back.
Knox:That would suck.
Me:Yeah, definitely don’t do that. We’re not done with you, yet.
Sloane:You’d better not be :-)
I sighed, then got a beer out of the kitchen. Roman was laid out in the recliner with a textbook in his lap.
“Date canceled on you?” he asked.
“How’d you know?”
“These walls are thinner than you think,” he replied. “I heard every word you two said. And for the record, I agree that it would be a bad idea to break curfew. I don’t want to get busted just so you can get your dicks wet.”
“Thanks for your concern,” I said dryly. I was in a shitty mood, now.
I tried watching TV in my room, but nothing interested me. I was too goddamn horny. I opened an Incognito browser on my laptop and decided to jack off to let out some stress. Threesome porn wasn’t my usual preference, but now all I could think about was two men sharing one willing woman.
That helped relieve some of the pressure, but I still hademotionalblue balls. Porn wasn’t the same. It was a pale comparison to what we should have been doing at that very moment.
I desperately wantedher.
Friday classes were a breeze. At least I didn’t have Creative Writing today; I almost felt bad for Knox since he had to see Sloane in class.
We had team meetings that afternoon to review Saturday’s game. That helped take my mind off things, but it gave me new worries. Gulf College was usually a pushover for us, but apparently they had a new defensive player that was crushing wide receivers. Much of our team meeting was about how to neutralize this guy, utilizing our run game and planning new routes that would hopefully fool him.
When I got home, all I could think about was Sloane.
I tried studying.
Sloane.
I switched over to the football playbooks and reviewed them again.
Sloane.
I even watched YouTube videos for a while.
Sloane, Sloane, Sloane.
This girl was stuck in my head like a bad idea.
And in my experience, there was only one way to get rid of a bad idea.
Me:What are you up to, beautiful?
