Freethrown: Chapter 19

Three weeks after my hospital stay, we play our first exhibition game against St. Peter’s University. Our starting lineup is me, Jesse, Ashley, Megan, and Sam. Even with all the weirdness in our personal lives, we somehow manage to let that go at tip-off. I’ve completely disconnected myself from anything I might have wanted from Jesse. Ashley’s new girlfriend, a volleyball player, seems really nice and Ashley’s been on cloud nine for the last two weeks because of her.

We’re in the midst of a timeout when Sam leans over to breathlessly whisper, “How ’bout getting something to eat with me after this?”

I look into her face and shrug, “Sure, if I don’t get any better offers.”

“Oooh playin’ dirty, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows, “I like it. If you do get a better offer, invite her along. It could get interesting.”

“What if it’s a guy?”

She considers that option, “Then invite him, too.” Her lips form a sly smile, “He could probably use some pointers.”

Leaning into her I whisper, “You haven’t even kissed me yet, what makes you think you could handle me like that, much less two of us at once?”

Her eyes narrow into slits but I know she’s kidding, “God don’t like ugly, Sara.”

Laughing heartily, I take the court in good spirits and try to spread the sunshine, “Come on, ladies. Let’s do this!” I slap each of them on the ass, “Let’s go!”

When I move to slap Sam, she grabs my arm with lightening speed, and leans down to murmur in my ear, “I’d rather have this hand somewhere else.”

Challenging her, I ask, “Where?”

Her breath and bottom lip graze the fine hairs on my ear when she groans, “Somewhere dark, tight, and very, very wet.”

My mouth is suddenly dry and my voice is weak. I can only manage, “Oh.” I’m so stunned that I actually shiver.

She doesn’t move and continues this little bout of torture, “And I want to put mine in a place like that, too. But I’m tired of feeling my own fingers inside my own body. I want to feel your fingers inside my body. And, God knows, I want to feel my fingers inside your body.” I close my eyes and shudder hard when she breathes, “Please, Sara? I…really need you.”

Dear orgasmic baby Jesus, don’t let me melt into this wooden floor. I manage to shake the shock out of my head and respond, “Me and you. As soon as we leave this arena. My dorm room.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to last that long, baby.”

The realization that she’s that turned on makes my head swim, “Holy shit. Uh..”

She mumbles, “Meet me in the conference room immediately after the handshakes.”
I can only nod, mute.

More than seeing it, I feel her wicked smile on the skin of my neck, “Try not to think about that for the rest of the game, mkay?”

I counter, “Try not to think about the fact that I’m wetter right now than I’ve ever been.” I practically growl, “Ever, Sam,” just before walking past her gasping form with a triumphant smile. Check and mate.

It’s a good thing we have such a huge lead because Sam and I don’t score another point, get another rebound, or assist a single soul the rest of the game. We win by over 40 points but I can’t tell you the score.

I breeze through the high-fives and camera flashes. I run past the rest of the team and hear foot steps behind me. I reach the conference room door first and grab the knob before Sam’s hand covers mine and she whispers, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. I’m positive.” I turn to look in her eyes, “I want this very much.”

“And you promise you won’t be thinking about…” her voice trails off but she doesn’t have to finish.

I swing the door open and pull her inside the dark room before pressing her against the door, “Sam, I don’t think about her at all anymore. And, no, I will not be thinking about her. Not for one second. It’s all you. Only you.”

She reaches out and cups my face with both hands, and in the very dim light provided by a night light, I can tell she’s studying my face. She doesn’t need to tell me what that look means.

She opens her mouth and I stop her with my finger and a shake of my head. I pull her head down to mine and, for the very first time, our lips meet in the softest kiss I think I’ve ever had. Her mouth opens again, drawing my bottom lip in between hers and then her tongue slides inside. Our tongues circle each other, and I realize that the sound I hear is my own moaning.

Her arms wrap around my waist and she picks me up. She walks to the conference table and sets me on it while standing between my knees. Without breaking our kiss for more than a millisecond, she peels off her jersey. She comes back to my lips and, in between kisses, mutters, “Take yours off.”

I peel off my own jersey and toss it atop hers just before I feel her hot skin against mine. She feels so good it almost hurts. When her tongue traces the outline of my ear, my body goes up in flames and goose bumps erupt on my skin, “Jesus.”

Her arms slide under mine and then she grabs my shoulders to hold me as she leans me back for better access to my neck, jaw, chest, and shoulders. She covers every inch with a kiss and I have never felt sexier.

She lays me all the way back while kissing the line down the middle of my body starting between my breasts and ending at the elastic of my shorts. She plants little kisses all over my stomach as I do the only things I can: writhe, gasp, and breathe her name repeatedly.

Her hand slides up my body and then, very lightly using her fingernails, she scratches back down the same path. This causes some imaginary fiber in my body to shorten and make my back arch drastically, drawing a low growl from me, “Sam, oh god.”

She kisses all the way back up my body, her lips leaving a blazing trail. When she reaches my lips again, the kiss is hungry and urgent. I wrap my arms around her neck and she wraps hers around my waist. We hold each other like this, kissing, for a long while, until the heat gives way to longing sighs and sweeter kisses.

Pulling away from me a moment, she looks deeply into my eyes, “Sara, I want you more than I want my next breath. I would say, too, that I need you more than I need my next breath. But, not like this.” She stops me before I can comment, “Don’t get me wrong. This is hotter than hell, you on a table… the room is dark…and even hotter still because someone might come in any minute. But I don’t want to fuck you, Sara. I…” she breaks eye contact with me, “want to make love to you.”

I tilt her head up, “Look at me, Sam.” I cup her face in my hands, “I can wait. When the time is right, we’ll know.” A faint smile breezes across her face and I lean down, “Besides, I’m perfectly content just kissing you right now. Who knew Sam Woods would be the best kisser I’ve ever kissed?”

She stands a little taller and smiles really big, “I am?”

“Yes, you just might be. And I’m not exaggerating, either. You are really very good at that.” I shiver, “Very good.”

“Before you give me my award, I think we should do some more testing. We want to make sure I’ve earned that title.”

I giggle just before her lips meet mine, “Oh, I’ll make you earn it, trust me.”