Page 15 of Scoring Chance
As she pressed her body into Dean’s, all she wanted, all she could think of, was how amazing he felt when he was on top of her back in Vegas. Sure, they dry-humped like two horny teenagers getting it on before their parents came home. When they slept that night, their clothes were fully on as Dean wrapped an arm around Sydney’s waist.
Taking it slow was admirable for certain couples and situations, Sydney admitted. One of her other close friends, Jane, waited until marriage to gift her virginity to her husband. Sydney thought that was so beautiful and sweet. Sydney also knew that was not her.
“Babe, do you have good concentration?”
“I say my concentration is better than good,” Dean slowly lowered himself back onto the floor. He heavily breathed as he took an inhale of Sydney’s pizza breath. He normally would’ve been annoyed but it took the focus away from her breasts pressed against his back. He felt himself harden and decided to end the workout before it got to the point of no return.
“Good,” Sydney wrapped her hands around his chest and pinched his nipples, “honk, honk!”
“And what the?” Dean fell to the floor as Sydney laughed. “Yo, that’s not cool!”
“But did you die?” Sydney giggled as she rolled over.
Dean rolled on top of Sydney and relentlessly tickled her. “Uncle! Uncle!” She screamed.
“I’m done,” Dean laid beside her.
“That was fun!” Sydney smiled.
Dean glanced over at her and saw how she was covered a little with his sweat. Suddenly all he wanted was to bathe her dry with his tongue. His emotions were all over the place and he decided to take a drink of water to calm them down. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe I should start working out with you,” she stood up and wiped the sweat off a little, “I’m getting a bit fat.” She patted her stomach.
Dean’s eyes traveled down to Sydney’s toned waist. Despite her junk food consumption, she was equally dedicated to working out. The only fat she had on her was her behind and he particularly loved the way it jiggled. “You’re not getting fat,” he countered, “you’re absolutely perfect.” He took a swig of water.
Sydney stared at Dean for a long while before she spoke again. “You know my womb is open, right?”
Dean chuckled. “We’re taking it slow, Syd. We both agreed on this.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re taking it slow.” Sydney went back to her pizza, “I’m going to be 90 and rocking a cane before we make a move.”
“Not 90,” he followed her and took a bite of her pizza slice, “maybe until we’re comfortable.”
“And when will that be?” She asked. “It seems like I’m waiting for you and not vice-versa.”
“We need to rebuild trust in each other again,” he swallowed, “and that might take some time.”
Sydney broke Dean’s trust and she wondered if she would ever get it back. She briefly wondered if she was just wasting her time until he found someone else or went back to Rebecca for good. “I really messed up, didn’t I?” She frowned.
Dean looked at his girlfriend. She admitted her fault but he also knew his indiscretion was just as bad, if not worse. He still didn’t have the gall to tell her and time was slowly running out. “No, you didn’t. You were weak, and needed comfort in a way I couldn’t provide because I was a dick.” He pulled her close to him. “I’m not going to hold this against you forever and I don’t want to. But I also don’t want us to make the same mistakes again.”
Sydney gave a half-grin. “You always say the right things.”
Dean shrugged. “I told you before – years of being stupid taught me to be wise.” He took another swig of water. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
“Just me and art as usual,” she replied, “why? What’s up?”
“I was thinking if you wanted to go burn some of those calories from all the pizza you stole from me.”
“Wow, so now Istoleyour pizza?” She smirked. “Last time I checked, you gave it to me.”
Give it to me, baby…Dean could still remember her moans in his ear and blinked away the sounds. “I still think you’re perfect but since you think you’re putting on weight, I have an idea on how we can burn it off.”
“All right, I’m game,” Sydney folded her arms, “what are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” he replied, “but dress comfortably.”
“Hmm…” Sydney’s mouth twisted upward. “…that tells me it’s going to suck.”
