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After the Game
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,888
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Nice Surprise
\"Sorry, sorry!\" Storm gasped. \"I was... I was just...!\" She groped for words, but there was no innocent explanation for what she had been doing. \"I - I... I\'m really sorry,\" she mumbled.
Michael walked over to her. \"Come into the light so I can see who you are,\" he ordered curtly. Storm walked over to the part of the corridor that was better lit. As she did so, Michael gazed at her in amazement, his mouth hanging open and his eyes shining. \"It\'s... it\'s you!\" he said in a much softer, seductive tone.
\"What?\" asked Storm. \"What do you mean?\"
\"What I mean is...\" Michael stopped, unable to find the words for what he wanted to say. He tried again, \"What I mean is... there\'s no other way of saying this... You\'re the girl of my dreams.\"
\"What?\" said Storm, astonished. \"You don\'t know me! And besides, you already have a girlfriend!\" If this was a trick, she thought, it was a mean one.
\"I mean it. I saw you at my first match for this team, and I thought \'wow, there is one stunning girl.\' Since then you\'ve been to every match, I noticed! You seemed different to all the other girls... more sincere. I was too shy to approach you, so I worshipped you from afar. I loved leaving the rink after the match, because I knew you would be nearby. I only kept my girlfriend so I could make love to her and pretend it was you.\"
Storm was amazed. Something in Michael\'s tone of voice told her that he was telling the truth. She could not believe it - all her wildest dreams had suddenly come true! \"I... I feel the same way,\" she said in way of reply.
He looked at her with passion, his eyes burning. \"What is your name?\" he asked.
\"Storm.\"
\"Storm...\" he repeated, savouring the single syllable. Suddenly Michael\'s mouth was pressed against hers, his lips wet with passion. His arms held her close as his mouth moved in heavy circles over hers. His lips were soft and surprisingly smooth, and he was a very good kisser. It wasn\'t at all like the kisses the boys at school had given her at drunken parties - it was deep, meaningful and passionate. Michael\'s tongue slipped inside her mouth and she groaned with pleasure. She could feel his tongue sliding across the roof of her mouth, and she returned the favour. She thought she could smell a faint whiff of aftershave, and she felt so incredibly turned on. They held each other tightly as their tongues danced in each other\'s mouths, their spit intermingling and running all over their lips. Storm relaxed into the kiss, enjoying it. She let Michael\'s tongue glide in and out of her mouth, and it seemed as though he was burning into her very soul. Storm thought she was going to faint with passion, but he held her close and slipped his tongue deep down her throat. He knew exactly how to control the rhythm, and the kiss was perfection.
Before she knew what was happening, he had scooped her up and was carrying her along the corridor. His mouth was still working over hers, as though he couldn\'t bear for the kiss to end. The next thing Storm knew, Michael had placed her down on a bench. She opened her eyes momentarily and saw that they were in the team sauna. She was lying underneath him, and he was still kissing her passionately. Through his towel she could feel the bulge that betrayed his desires, and she knew what he wanted. He slid his tongue out of her mouth and kissed her gently on the cheek. He smiled at her and lay against her for a second.
Michael walked over to her. \"Come into the light so I can see who you are,\" he ordered curtly. Storm walked over to the part of the corridor that was better lit. As she did so, Michael gazed at her in amazement, his mouth hanging open and his eyes shining. \"It\'s... it\'s you!\" he said in a much softer, seductive tone.
\"What?\" asked Storm. \"What do you mean?\"
\"What I mean is...\" Michael stopped, unable to find the words for what he wanted to say. He tried again, \"What I mean is... there\'s no other way of saying this... You\'re the girl of my dreams.\"
\"What?\" said Storm, astonished. \"You don\'t know me! And besides, you already have a girlfriend!\" If this was a trick, she thought, it was a mean one.
\"I mean it. I saw you at my first match for this team, and I thought \'wow, there is one stunning girl.\' Since then you\'ve been to every match, I noticed! You seemed different to all the other girls... more sincere. I was too shy to approach you, so I worshipped you from afar. I loved leaving the rink after the match, because I knew you would be nearby. I only kept my girlfriend so I could make love to her and pretend it was you.\"
Storm was amazed. Something in Michael\'s tone of voice told her that he was telling the truth. She could not believe it - all her wildest dreams had suddenly come true! \"I... I feel the same way,\" she said in way of reply.
He looked at her with passion, his eyes burning. \"What is your name?\" he asked.
\"Storm.\"
\"Storm...\" he repeated, savouring the single syllable. Suddenly Michael\'s mouth was pressed against hers, his lips wet with passion. His arms held her close as his mouth moved in heavy circles over hers. His lips were soft and surprisingly smooth, and he was a very good kisser. It wasn\'t at all like the kisses the boys at school had given her at drunken parties - it was deep, meaningful and passionate. Michael\'s tongue slipped inside her mouth and she groaned with pleasure. She could feel his tongue sliding across the roof of her mouth, and she returned the favour. She thought she could smell a faint whiff of aftershave, and she felt so incredibly turned on. They held each other tightly as their tongues danced in each other\'s mouths, their spit intermingling and running all over their lips. Storm relaxed into the kiss, enjoying it. She let Michael\'s tongue glide in and out of her mouth, and it seemed as though he was burning into her very soul. Storm thought she was going to faint with passion, but he held her close and slipped his tongue deep down her throat. He knew exactly how to control the rhythm, and the kiss was perfection.
Before she knew what was happening, he had scooped her up and was carrying her along the corridor. His mouth was still working over hers, as though he couldn\'t bear for the kiss to end. The next thing Storm knew, Michael had placed her down on a bench. She opened her eyes momentarily and saw that they were in the team sauna. She was lying underneath him, and he was still kissing her passionately. Through his towel she could feel the bulge that betrayed his desires, and she knew what he wanted. He slid his tongue out of her mouth and kissed her gently on the cheek. He smiled at her and lay against her for a second.