The Game

The Beginning

The cards were dealt out four ways. I carefully picked them up off the table, fanned them out and out them in order by suit.

“What do you got, partner?” he asked.

“Five…maybe six,” I replied as I lit a cigarette. “You?”

“Maybe six or seven…want to give it a shot?”

What the hell…if we don’t get it, we lose anyway.”

“Put us down for a Boston…thirteen books,” he told Red, who was keeping score.

“What the fuck are you thinking, Col? She just learned how to play Spades two freakin’ days ago and you think you can pull a Boston?” he grumbled. Col winked at me and smiled. Man, I was so in lust with him. But, Red was right: I did just learn how to play and Col chose me to be his partner?

“All right, your funeral, man,” Red replied as he lit his own cigarette. We started to play. Cards were tossed out as each person took their turn; I pulled them in, like Col wanted. When the smoke cleared, so to speak, Col and I had pulled every book and got our bid. He reached across the table and gave me a high five. “Way to go…I knew you had it in you!” he cheered.

“You fucking cheated! How the hell can you pull a stunt like that when you just learned to play the damn game?” Red exploded. Everyone who was standing in the breezeway fell silent. There was always a crowd of people who cut class, like we did, and there was always someone who watched us play.

I lit another cigarette and pointed at Red, “Watch your fucking mouth. You taught me everything I know, remember?” I blew smoke in his face. The flush in his face receded a little and he grinned sheepishly. “Yeah…I guess you’re right. You learn fast for a rookie,” he stated.

I finished my cigarette and stood up. “Later ya’ll…I guess I’ll go to class.” I grabbed my backpack and turned to walk in the building. Col reached out and grabbed my wrist; I became aroused and very wet. My pocket rocket was going to be very busy tonight.

“What are you doing later tonight?” he asked, rubbing his finger across the top of my wrist. I thought a moment.

“Nothing…what did you have in mind?” He smiled.

“Maybe we can meet for an early dinner and work on your game a bit more. What do you say?” I gave it the briefest of thoughts: Col and me, alone, together.

“Sure, call me and let me know. But, I really gotta run,” I told him as I scribbled my phone number on his palm. I walked into the building and tried to figure out what I wasn’t going to be wearing tonight.

I couldn’t recall anything that was discussed in the hour and a half long class because my mind was somewhere else. Why would Col want to go out with me? I didn’t remember him talking about girlfriends and such. From what I had seen from him around campus, he never paid much attention to the other females around him. I mean, he had always been nice to me and had been more than willing to give me advice as I learned to play Spades. But, something tugged at the back of mind: there had been a couple of times that I thought I saw him staring at me. I hadn’t really given it much thought. If anything, I had figured that I didn’t stand a chance with a guy like him. I heard a rumble of thunder from outside; I glanced out the window and saw that a thunderstorm had moved in while I was distracted. It looked pretty bad…I couldn’t see the roof of the next building.

Not too long after the storm started to pound the window with rain, class was dismissed. I gathered all my books together and stuffed them into my backpack. The lights in the class flickered briefly, but I wasn’t mentally there. I walked into the hallway and headed for the elevator. I punched the call button and waited. The doors slid open and I stepped in. I pushed the button for the ground floor. As the doors started to close, an arm thrust itself between them and caused them to open. I was startled to see Col step into the elevator. He smiled in recognition; “I didn’t know you had a class on seven. We could have come up together.” I smiled back, “Yeah, we could have.” The elevator doors slid closed and it started to descend. It shuddered as the lights flickered again. The power came on for a second and then went out for good. Oh crap…we were stuck.

“Well, at least I won’t have to call you and let you know I’ll be late for our date,” Col said jokingly. Meanwhile, I had a hard time catching my breath as I started to hyperventilate. Col looked at me and became concerned, “Are you okay?” he asked. I shook my head negatively. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m claustrophobic. I was pinned under my parents’ California king sized bed when I was real young. Because of that, I can’t stand to be in closed in places.” I shuddered while hitting the buttons on the control panel uselessly. The power was out for the time being and I started to panic. Col looked at me for a moment and then pulled me into his arms. I felt his hands as they rubbed my back with slow, soothing strokes. Little by little, the fear slid away, only to be replaced by desire. I took a deep breath and wondered, briefly, what kind of cologne he wore; it had a spicy scent to it. I reached down and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. The skin on his chest was smooth, well defined and warm to the touch. I pulled away reluctantly.

“Don’t stop now…I’ve dreamed about something like this for a long time,” he whispered softly. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since the day we met but I wasn’t sure if you would. It’s been hard for me to sleep because I have fantasies about you…”

He pulled me back into his arms and started to nuzzle my neck. He moved his lips to kiss my face everywhere: cheeks, eyes and forehead. I felt his fingers move to the front of my shirt as deftly began to unbutton it. I felt as my skin flushed from his touch; he lightly traced circles on the tops of my covered breasts.

“Do you want me to stop? I would feel bad if you thought I was taking advantage of you while you were scared. But, you have to admit…your body is reacting more intensely. Can you feel yourself getting very wet and hot for me?” he asked as he pulled away and looked into my flushed face. How could he tease me when all I wanted was to feel him deep inside? He was right about one thing: I was wet and ready for him. I grabbed the front of his shirt.

I pulled him into a kiss. The thrust of his tongue deep in my mouth chased the last of the fear away. Hot, throbbing desire overwhelmed me and I knew what I needed to do. I unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. His engorged cock fell into my hands. I traced and caressed my fingers across the satiny length. I knelt to rub the tip across my lips. I licked the clear drop of pre-come before slowly taking his shaft into my mouth. I slowly moved up and down the length as I relished the texture of his skin on my tongue. I felt his hands plunge into my hair to keep my head in place. I was never one to give a blowjob, even under ideal circumstances but I couldn’t stop. He moaned and thrust his hips to shove himself deeper into my mouth. My free hand had moved down to undo my jeans and I shoved it down the front of my panties. I reached the center of my feminine core and rubbed as hard as I could. I was so slick and hot; I couldn’t be more ready for what happened next.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet. He stared at the sight: I had one hand down the front of my jeans and he could see me rubbing my self. My shirt hung open off my shoulders and my breasts strained within the confines of my bra. He presented an interesting picture himself: his shirt also hung open and his erect penis jutted out from the front of his pants. I pulled at his jeans and shoved them to the floor while he did the same to me. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms snaked around his neck. He reached with one hand for his cock and positioned it at the entrance of my sheath. “Ready?” he asked in a rush. I only nodded; I thought I would scream if I had to open my mouth. He surged forward and impaled my body on his.

He stood stock still while my body adjusted to his sudden invasion. I felt the tip touch a part of me that no one had ever reached before. He staggered backwards to a rear corner of the elevator to support himself and he had begun to move slowly. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me flush against his loins. My body flexed as I ground myself on his erection and I tried to absorb all of him. I had never felt like this before: as if I were going to completely shatter. A throb built deep inside, heat expanded from the top of my head to the tips of toes. I arched my back as my orgasm shredded the last of my control. My body fell limp. But, Col wasn’t done yet.

He unhooked my feet from around his waist, pulled out of my body and held me as he set me down. My legs felt wobbly and threatened to give out completely. He knelt on the floor and carefully positioned me on my back. He placed his backpack under my head to cushion it some. He managed to unhook my bra and released my breasts from their confining bonds. He settled his body on the floor and leaned over to lick the red marks the bra had left in my skin. Both nipples pebbled and hardened from his hot, moist kisses. He soon settled his body over mine and gently moved into position. I closed my eyes as the feelings overwhelmed me: I thought I died.

“Open your eyes. I want to see all the way down into your soul. I want you to know who is fucking you…loving the body I have watched for so long,” he whispered heatedly. My eyes re-opened, slowly.

“You talk too much…just shut up and do me,” I replied as I grabbed his ass with both hands. I felt the muscles under my hands flex as he moved forward to fill me up once more. I tilted my pelvis and lifted my butt slightly off the floor. My eyes drifted closed against the rush of pure sensation.

“I said open your eyes. I want you to see the man who is going to make you come like you never have before,” he growled at me. He pushed harder to get his point across. I opened my eyes yet again at his command.

His thrusts became more urgent as he approached his own climax. The sound of skin on skin contact drove him into a heated frenzy of grunts and thrusts. As I came one final time, he shuddered and released his essence in my willing body. He collapsed on top of me, totally spent. We lay there, gasping for breath. Slowly, he rolled off to one side and stared up at the ceiling.

“Man, I had no idea…I never imagined it would even be like that,” he spoke softly. I rummaged around in my backpack to find something to clean myself with. I came up with a bandanna that was crumpled, and tied into a knot, at the bottom. I offered it to Col first, but he shook his head. I cleaned myself up and started to get my clothes straight. When we finally finished, we sat on the floor and stared at each other.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…you?”

“That was very intense. I have never felt like that before. But, I heard that fear could sometimes be a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Are we…”I started to ask but was unable to continue. I had been burned like this in the past: give them what they wanted and they would never call again. He smiled and reached for my hand.

“Yeah, we are. Don’t get any bright ideas about bailing on our date tonight, though. You have a lot to learn about Spades and we have a lot to explore about each other.”

We sat side-by-side and waited. Not too long after getting dressed, the power came back on and the elevator started to move again. When the doors opened, we walked hand in hand to the parking lot.