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“Goodnight, Itty Bitty.”
I wave over my head, my brain short-circuiting from the dark promise in his words.
I think…it’s possible…quite probable…I’m in over my head. And I kinda like it.
Addy 10.
“Edee, how’s it going?” I greet the young black woman outside the women’s locker room. I’m waiting for Daya, so we can go out to the field together for the photoshoot.
“Mic-Man! Not too bad, how about yourself?” We shake hands with friendly smiles. I spoke to Edith Shingleton for the first time about 6 weeks ago. She wanted to touch base with me since she would be photographing the football season for the school paper. Her excitement was obvious, even over the phone, and had remained so during every interaction we’ve had…until she met Coach Heacock in person and realized she got hoodwinked into taking the football photographer position because no one else at the paper wanted to deal with him. She’s nothing if not professional, however, and is making the best of a bad situation.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Her dark brows dip as she hastily wipes around her mouth. “Do I have everything bagel in my teeth?” I chuckle at her discomfort and decide not to explain, enjoying making her squirm. I know something she doesn’t. My best friend Ty is borderline obsessed with her after seeing her on the sidelines at the first game, but he keeps losing track of her and hasn’t been able to properly introduce himself yet and ask her out on a date. Now, as his bestie, I could just give him her number, but where’s the fun in that?
“Nothing, just waiting for my girl.” Edee runs a critical eye over my ensemble and nods in satisfaction. I look good. Tight athletic shorts in the school’s signature navy blue, a pristine, tight, white muscle shirt with the school’s logo on the chest. My arms and legs exposed, my earned muscles on full display. My dark hair is shaggy, and I’m clean shaven. Yes! That’s it! An idea comes to me, and I start cackling like a movie villain as pure glee rushes through my veins. “Edee…I need your help with something.”
Her eyes narrow and she waves a pointed finger around my face. “I don’t like whateverthatwas.” She sniffs and pretends to fix her shirt. “But I’m listening.”
“I’m not sure if you know a cheerleader named Shaye—”
“I’m in!” she shouts suddenly.
“Uh. You don’t know what I have planned.”
“Is it nefarious in nature?” I chuckle at her wording but nod. “Then I’m in.”
“Just like that?”
“She’s my roommate.” She arches an eyebrow with pursed lips. “It’s exactly like that.”
I just finished going over my genius idea when the women’s locker room door opens and Daya emerges looking like sex on a stick. Jesus. I suck in a harsh breath, my hungry gaze running up and down and up and down again. She’s so tiny, but her legs look long and lethal in the get up. A navy blue and white leotard like gymnasts wear, but with the school emblem in sparkles, cut out at the sides to highlight her small waist, a frilly fabric just above the leg opening on each side. I swallow hard, my eyes glued to the junction of her thighs, inspecting…Good God, she’s hairless. Completely fucking hairless. That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. I’ve never cared much about a woman’s basement hair situation,so long as the basement was clean. I cannot tell you how fast the blood rushes to my cock. I blink slowly twice hoping to stop the dizziness.
“I think what this one would like to say if he hadn’t lost all blood flow to the brain is…dayum gurl!”
Daya’s face pinches, her hands nervously fidgeting with the extra fabric before clasping her hands in front of her and effectively blocking my view of heaven on earth. I finally look up at her face and quickly close the distance between us to wrap my arms around her and bring her into my chest. “Is it too much? I can change; I have other—”
“Beautiful. Sexy. Strong.” She stiffens at the last compliment, but I rub her back and whisper, “Your strength, inside and out, is so unbelievably hot, Itty Bitty. The first time I saw you, I wondered what it would be like to feast between these muscular thighs, if you would squeeze and pop my head like a watermelon. I’ve never wanted to be fruit more in my life than that moment.” Her body starts shaking and a second later a muffled giggle escapes.
“You suck at whispering.” Edee bitches, pushing me out of the way to properly introduce herself to my girl. “Never wanted to be fruit more…what the hell is that? Men take one look at a sexy woman and start spouting poetical nonsense.” Edee points a finger at me, “You aren’t Shakespeare.” She points at Daya. “But you are HAWT!”
“Let’s get started, I’m excited for the next costume change.” I stand stock still as her words register.
“WHAT?!?” I race after them, ignoring their giggling. “There’s more? I’m gonna faint and suffer a head injury! Daya, you will be responsible for my blood loss and imminent manly fainting!”
The next hour and a half is an exercise in restraint. I like Edee, she’s amazing with Daya, putting her at ease and guiding her through what Lilly and Jenna are looking for. They seem to connect instantly, and it makes my job a little easier. I’m essentially a prop, and it’s never felt so good to be used. Throw. Lift. Support. Spot. Whatever she needs, I’m her man.
She wears the leotard, then attaches a long flowy gauze skirt thing to it. She changes into regular street clothes. Then her cheerleader uniform. And finishes with the shortest pair of shorts in existence, her university issue cheer t-shirt tied under her mouthwatering tiny tits, her defined 6-pack abs shining in the afternoon light.
I’m hard. So hard my cock is painful and pulsing.
It isn’t just what she’s wearing, it’s how she carries herself. She’s so fucking limber, agile, poised. She’s stupid hot and Edee has her posing all over in every conceivable position and by the time Edee calls it a day, I’m at my wit’s end and about to cum in my shorts.
“Thanks Edee!” I call out absently, my eyes once again riveted to the tight seam of Daya’s pussy in those fucking shorts. “I’ll be in touch.” Slowly, I let my eyes roam up over her slender hips, flat abs, over the slight swells of her tits, up the glistening column of her neck, to her fucking devastatingly beautiful face. I look at her, drink her in, and notice for the first time, I’m not the only one suffering. The cum in my balls threaten eruption at the desperate arousal drenching her features. She’s horny and unsure what to do about it.
“What is your roommate’s schedule?” I manage to push out through a suffocating haze of lust.
“Class till 5.”
I check my watch, feeling my lips stretch into a salacious grin. “Gives us a few hours.” I close the distance between us in a few steps, grab her hand, and tug her behind me. “Let’s go.”
