Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I walk through the woods that line the property of her house, and I stand there watching. I can’t see much of anything, but then the window closest to me lights up. Through the blinds I can see it’s Charlotte, and she’s in her bedroom. I move closer to get a better look, and I’m thankful the trees keep me covered.
Before I can stop myself, I’m taking her panties out of my pocket and bringing them to my nose. I inhale the sweet scent of her pussy as my other hand reaches into my boxer briefs. Of course I stole her panties. At halftime, I went into my office and grabbed them. I even left her bag on my desk and unzipped it so she would know it was me. Maybe I thought it would scare her off, but instead it made her wet.
I’m already so fucking hard that cum is dripping from the tip, so I use it as lube. She’s there in the window, smiling, and I imagine it’s me she’s looking at. I imagine she’s saying my name while I thrust inside of her, and that’s all it takes.
I groan and grunt as my body shudders and the orgasm rushes out. It spills into my hand, and I curse as I use her panties to mop it up. It’s embarrassing how fast I came and how much cum there is, especially knowing I jerked off earlier.
After I’ve cleaned myself up and slid her panties back into my pocket, I look at the window again. This time I see it’s open, and Charlotte is standing there looking in my direction.
Fuck. Was her window open the whole time? Could she have heard me jacking off?
I take a step back, but when I do, my foot lands on a fallen branch. The sound of it snapping has her body going still, and she looks right at me.
This is bad. Very bad.
When I make it to my truck, I don’t look back as I drive out of the neighborhood. I’m practically shaking as I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. She was there, standing in the window and watching me.
But what has me almost turning around and going back was the smile that tugged at her lips.
Chapter Seven
CHARLIE
For the first time in my life I’m happy to be at school. All weekend my mind was on Coach Shay. Our interaction set my body on edge, and since then there’s been a hum deep inside of me that I can’t get to go away. No matter how hard I try.
With the fantasy of him, I thought it would be easier to get myself off. Turns out my lady business is rebelling against me. It didn’t matter how many times I touched myself, I could never get fully there. My attempts only made it worse, and I’m pretty sure it’s driving me insane. Now I’m wondering if seeing him outside my window was my mind playing tricks on me. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t understand why he was so interested in me to begin with.
I’d done some more digging into him over the weekend and into his football career. A lot of the guys he played with dated the most beautiful women in the world. I'm sure he had his choice of women, but I didn't uncover much information about his dating life.
I told myself I wouldn’t search for it. That lasted for about twelve hours before I ended up spending my Saturday night doing exactly that. I usually half-ass my schoolwork and barely get by, but when it comes to Internet sleuthing, I’m one of the best. I can find anything and everything.
I was relieved I didn’t see him with women because it would have broken my heart. Most articles said football was Shay's only love and that he lived and breathed the game. I’ve never had passion like that about anything.
I pull it out a chair, hanging my backpack on it, and take a seat. I’m in the library and need to use the computer. I'm supposed to submit three college applications for my English class. The school's goal is to ensure that every student will be attending college upon graduation. Not because they care but because they put those numbers on their website to justify the tuition costs.
Sadly, I haven't thought about college at all. Everyone else is going on and on about it, but there is no drive for me to go. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I enjoy cooking and tending to my garden. I'm sure no one would think that about me, but I’ve always had a green thumb. Hell, I get excited when I find unique seeds online. I’ve joined online groups so I could participate and exchange seeds with others. There are certain species of roses that people aren’t allowed to have, but people make trades and send them through the mail. I suppose it’s like the black market of the garden world.