First And Ten: Going Deep (3 page)

“I'm ready, you can finish,” I kissed his forehead.

Sighing as my words destroyed his control over his unspent lust, he

started slowly.

I braced myself, hoping I could endure it, that I wouldn't be rubbed too

raw, I could barely walk out of the room, but my body surprised me. My

pussy swelled, releasing new juices to keep slick as the fire of desire, the

desire of this feral but compassionate man erupted again.

Sensing I was ready, that he wouldn't hurt me, Bobby began to thrust

again, starting slowing before picking up the pace. I arched a leg over his

ass. “Fuck me, I want to feel you come inside me.”

He thrust faster, his breath blowing out of him in quick bursts. I could

feel his heart beat like a furious drum against my breast, and my heart

sped up to match it. Each time he propelled into me, my hips rocked back,

slamming into the door and then rebounded to try and meet his next thrust.

It went on and on until I felt the walls of my pussy began to tremble. My

previous orgasms before had been nothing, this would be a fucking

earthquake, I groaned to myself.

At the same time, I felt his cock start to quiver. “I'm ready, come

Bobby—”

The room around us dissolved in this psychedelic scream of colors as

the euphoric release claimed us in a shattering explosion.

We collapsed against the door, both of us breathing heavily and

covered in sweat. I don't think either of us noticed, we were both struggling to regain our senses, to return the real world. I didn't know

about him, but I didn't want to. We had just been to heaven. Returning

would just suck.

But reality seized us as we drifted back to earth, to that long rather

depressing room with its white walls, and long mahogany table littered

with papers and hard bound binders. Two TVs at the end, sitting on metal

tables with a mess of wires hooked up to high definition DVD players

gawked at us.

My face went red with embarrassment, and I pulled out of Bobby's

embrace. He didn't protest as a sheepish grin manifested on his face.

Our fading lust turned to self conscious embarrassment as we reached

for our clothes. I found my underwear and skirt easily enough, but my bra

was nowhere to be seen. Bobby gave me a grin and tossed it over to me. I

turned away from him to slip it on, and fasten the back clasp, and then my

eyes fell on my blouse, the buttons scattered across the carpet.

Oh god, I thought. I knew I had lost this job—shit—I'd lucky if the

Sharks didn't report this incident and I'd lose my license to practice in this

state. Maybe I could move and start over—Alaska seemed like an ideal

place—but I didn't want have to walk out of here in total disgrace, wearing

a blouse I had to hold closed with my hands. I wondered if I could hide in

this room until everyone went home for the night.

“Here,” Bobby grabbed my arm and turned me around gently.

For a split second, I forgot my impending embarrassment, lost in in

those mesmerizing green eyes. There was no smirk of satisfaction at his

total debauchery of me, only kind concern. My heart fluttered warmly in

response, but my mind reminded of what I had just done. The cheeks of

my face burned in humiliation, and I reached down to grab my ruined

blouse.

He tugged me back up, “Here,” he held a black—property of the

sharks—t-shirt in his hand.

I began to shake my head in refusal, but he help up a hand, stopping

me.

“It's an extra and its clean. Never been worn, actually.”

“I can't,” I stuttered, almost bewildered by how kind and caring he was

being. I figured once he was done with me, he'd be trying to kick me out

of here as fast as possible, probably laughing to himself about me leaving

here as a trophy that proved his manhood to his teammates.

But no, he was at least showing some gentlemanly manners. “It is all I

have, and you don't want to leave wearing that,” he pointed to the shredded blouse in my hands.

“Thank you,” I nodded gratefully and pulled it on. It was several sizes

too big, but it would work, or so I hoped. It was time to leave. “Listen, I

would appreciate if we could keep this between us. This wasn't exactly

how this was suppose to go...”

“Don't I know it,” Bobby flashed that lion's grin at me. “I was dreading this meeting. I told them I didn't need a stupid psychologist—

there is nothing wrong with me. It's just some stupid idea some guy in the

Front Office came up with. Council the rookie QB so he doesn't fold under

pressure. But if all of sessions go like this—hell—I'm changing my mind.”

I grimaced. My embarrassment was complete now. Alaska was too

close, maybe Africa or China. Did they have football there? “I can't

comment on what you need or what the Front office is thinking. But

whatever they decide, I'm sure they tell you. Just as I'm sure—this will be

the last time you see me.”

“What?” Disappointment roiled across his face. “But I want you...”

I didn't know what he meant by that, and I wasn't going to ask. It was

time to make my escape of shame. “It was nice meeting you, and good

luck, Bobby McRann,” I offered my hand, and after a bewildered moment,

he shook it.

Slipping out the door, I walked as fast my high heels could carry me. I

wasn't sure exactly where I was, but if I could just get of this building, I

was sure I could find the right parking lot so I could flee from my debacle

of shame. Maybe I could stop at the local Wal-mart and grab some boxes

to start packing.

I manged to make it down halfway down the hallway before Jerry

Gershwin found me.

“So, you're part of the family now,” he beamed at my Sharks T-shirt.

“I knew you would accept the job. Let's go back to my office, and talk

about how things went.”

Shit and double shit!