“God, that mouth of yours,” he says, then kisses her lips, forgetting I’m in the room. I will have to buy her some of her favorite sticky notes the next time I’m in the campus store to say thank you for saving me.
Once upstairs, I put my food on my nightstand then grab my laptop. After flipping it open, I easily navigate to my secret obsession.
The Fiction Forum.
Sydney describes it as a book lover’s utopia. You can leave reviews, trade books, join local and online books clubs, live chat, and even chat privately.
I haven’t made any posts yet. I hang in the background following her into chat rooms in anonymous mode. I read all her reviews and comments. If she says something on this app, I know about it.
Damn, she hasn’t logged on yet. I check the time on my laptop. It’s earlier than I thought. It typically takes her almost an hour before she settles in for the night.
Unless she went back out. I followed her home from Ray’s—the bar she works at. It’s a good twenty to thirty minutes from campus. I like knowing she’s home safe. It gives me peace of mind.Sue me.
I haven’t gotten to the point I’m tracking her. Admittedly, after what happened to Hart’s girlfriend Lauren at the beginning of our season, it’s tempting. When Lauren didn’t show up at one of our games, Sydney was able to track her on her phone.
Without that…I don’t want to think about what would have happened.
I set the laptop down and exchange it for my sandwich. I make quick work of my food while keeping an eye on her profile. Waiting impatiently for it to light up green to indicate she’s active online.
When the dot on her profile finally flashes green, my shoulders slump.She’s home.I put my computer down and slide off the bed. I have a few minutes to shower before she’ll join a chat room.
Maybe tonight I will man up and leave anonymous mode. I’m always tempted but I’ve never pulled the trigger. I know once I do my addiction to her will rise to another level. It happens every time she talks to me.She always leaves me craving more.
I grab a clean pair of boxers and head down the hall to the bathroom I share with Hart. I’m glad he isn’t home tonight but I’m jealous he gets to spend unlimited amounts of time at Sydney’s place since she's his girlfriend’s roommate.
I turn the knob on the shower, then brush my teeth and strip out of my clothes while the water heats up. It’s been a long day. After baseball practice I spent too much time at the library working on a research paper, forcing me to rush across town to the bar.
I step into the shower and let the heat of the water seep into my overworked muscles as I grab the soap and start to lather up a washcloth. My mind drifts to thoughts of Sydney.
Fuck, she looked good tonight with her hair in a ponytail and a little red bandana tied around her head. She looked like a nineteen fifties pin-up girl with a little Southern flair in a concert tee, cutoff shorts, and cowboy boots.
I would have loved to drag her down the dark hallway or take her into the back office. My hand drifts down to my cock. Just the thought of her makes me hard. Getting myself off to the memory of her has been the only relief I’ve gotten from the self-imposed hell I’ve been living in the last few years.
Squeezing my erection tighter, I begin to stroke myself faster.
Sydney drops to her knees. Her brown eyes stare up at me. “I’ve been waiting for the day you’d let me get on my knees for you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” she says, as she takes my cock in her hand.
I rest a forearm against the cool tile—a harsh reminder this is all a dream. It doesn’t stop me from closing my eyes and imagining her plush lips skating up and down my cock instead of my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Show me what you can do with your sweet little mouth. Look at you. Taking all of me so well. You like sucking my cock. Don’t you, baby?” She nods. Her eyes shine with a mix of lust and god I hope there’s some love there too.
I push her hair out of her face and cradle the back of her head. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me harder. She doesn’t stop until I’m…
“Sydney,” I groan her name as ropes of cum hit the shower wall. “Fuck.” I stand under the shower head to wash off theguilt. No, not guilt. I don’t feel guilty for thinking about Sydney while I touch my dick.
Maybe a little guilty this shower has had more cum go down the drain than water since we moved in.
What I feel is resigned. My fate was slated a decade ago when I first saw Sydney roller skating down the street past my house.
My family had just moved into the neighborhood. After my dad left the military we moved to be with my mom’s family in Hawaii. I loved it there. Spending time with my grandparents and learning about our Polynesian culture, surfing, and playing baseball. It was a dream.
But my dad’s parents needed our help and we packed up everything and moved to Alabama. I was so angry about the move. I didn’t want to leave my friends and join a new team not knowing if I would be able to start.
My attitude changed the instant I saw her. I was pulling boxes off the back of the moving truck and she skated down the middle of the road with two braids in her hair wearing a worn pair of overalls.
It was her smile that took my breath away. It was big and bright. That’s all it took to make me a goner. I spent the whole summer that year chasing after her doing whatever she wished.
I shut the water off in the shower and drop my head. It’s hard to think about that summer. It’s the only one we had, just the two of us. I met Nash, Hart, and the other guys that fall playing baseball.
