Page 12 of 3rd and 4 (Season of Change #3)

“Edee, how’s it going?” I greet the young black woman outside the women’s locker room. I’m waiting for Daya, so we can go out to the field together for the photoshoot.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Her dark brows dip as she hastily wipes around her mouth.

“Do I have everything bagel in my teeth?” I chuckle at her discomfort and decide not to explain, enjoying making her squirm.

I know something she doesn’t. My best friend Ty is borderline obsessed with her after seeing her on the sidelines at the first game, but he keeps losing track of her and hasn’t been able to properly introduce himself yet and ask her out on a date.

Now, as his bestie, I could just give him her number, but where’s the fun in that?

“Nothing, just waiting for my girl.” Edee runs a critical eye over my ensemble and nods in satisfaction.

I look good. Tight athletic shorts in the school’s signature navy blue, a pristine, tight, white muscle shirt with the school’s logo on the chest. My arms and legs exposed, my earned muscles on full display.

My dark hair is shaggy, and I’m clean shaven.

Yes! That’s it! An idea comes to me, and I start cackling like a movie villain as pure glee rushes through my veins. “Edee…I need your help with something.”

Her eyes narrow and she waves a pointed finger around my face. “I don’t like whatever that was.” She sniffs and pretends to fix her shirt. “But I’m listening.”

“I’m not sure if you know a cheerleader named Shaye—”

“I’m in!” she shouts suddenly.

“Uh. You don’t know what I have planned.”

“Is it nefarious in nature?” I chuckle at her wording but nod. “Then I’m in.”

“Just like that?”

“She’s my roommate.” She arches an eyebrow with pursed lips. “It’s exactly like that.”

I just finished going over my genius idea when the women’s locker room door opens and Daya emerges looking like sex on a stick.

Jesus. I suck in a harsh breath, my hungry gaze running up and down and up and down again.

She’s so tiny, but her legs look long and lethal in the get up.

A navy blue and white leotard like gymnasts wear, but with the school emblem in sparkles, cut out at the sides to highlight her small waist, a frilly fabric just above the leg opening on each side.

I swallow hard, my eyes glued to the junction of her thighs, inspecting…

Good God, she’s hairless. Completely fucking hairless.

That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. I’ve never cared much about a woman’s basement hair situation, so long as the basement was clean.

I cannot tell you how fast the blood rushes to my cock.

I blink slowly twice hoping to stop the dizziness.

“I think what this one would like to say if he hadn’t lost all blood flow to the brain is…dayum gurl!”

Daya’s face pinches, her hands nervously fidgeting with the extra fabric before clasping her hands in front of her and effectively blocking my view of heaven on earth.

I finally look up at her face and quickly close the distance between us to wrap my arms around her and bring her into my chest. “Is it too much? I can change; I have other—”

“Beautiful. Sexy. Strong.” She stiffens at the last compliment, but I rub her back and whisper, “Your strength, inside and out, is so unbelievably hot, Itty Bitty. The first time I saw you, I wondered what it would be like to feast between these muscular thighs, if you would squeeze and pop my head like a watermelon. I’ve never wanted to be fruit more in my life than that moment.

” Her body starts shaking and a second later a muffled giggle escapes.

“You suck at whispering.” Edee bitches, pushing me out of the way to properly introduce herself to my girl.

“ Never wanted to be fruit more …what the hell is that? Men take one look at a sexy woman and start spouting poetical nonsense.” Edee points a finger at me, “You aren’t Shakespeare.

” She points at Daya. “But you are HAWT!”

“Let’s get started, I’m excited for the next costume change.” I stand stock still as her words register.

“WHAT?!?” I race after them, ignoring their giggling. “There’s more? I’m gonna faint and suffer a head injury! Daya, you will be responsible for my blood loss and imminent manly fainting!”

The next hour and a half is an exercise in restraint.

I like Edee, she’s amazing with Daya, putting her at ease and guiding her through what Lilly and Jenna are looking for.

They seem to connect instantly, and it makes my job a little easier.

I’m essentially a prop, and it’s never felt so good to be used.

Throw. Lift. Support. Spot. Whatever she needs, I’m her man.

She wears the leotard, then attaches a long flowy gauze skirt thing to it.

She changes into regular street clothes.

Then her cheerleader uniform. And finishes with the shortest pair of shorts in existence, her university issue cheer t-shirt tied under her mouthwatering tiny tits, her defined 6-pack abs shining in the afternoon light.

I’m hard. So hard my cock is painful and pulsing.

It isn’t just what she’s wearing, it’s how she carries herself. She’s so fucking limber, agile, poised. She’s stupid hot and Edee has her posing all over in every conceivable position and by the time Edee calls it a day, I’m at my wit’s end and about to cum in my shorts.

“Thanks Edee!” I call out absently, my eyes once again riveted to the tight seam of Daya’s pussy in those fucking shorts.

“I’ll be in touch.” Slowly, I let my eyes roam up over her slender hips, flat abs, over the slight swells of her tits, up the glistening column of her neck, to her fucking devastatingly beautiful face.

I look at her, drink her in, and notice for the first time, I’m not the only one suffering.

The cum in my balls threaten eruption at the desperate arousal drenching her features.

She’s horny and unsure what to do about it.

“What is your roommate’s schedule?” I manage to push out through a suffocating haze of lust.

“Class till 5.”

I check my watch, feeling my lips stretch into a salacious grin. “Gives us a few hours.” I close the distance between us in a few steps, grab her hand, and tug her behind me. “Let’s go.”

Inside the athletic complex, she tugs her hand from mine outside the women’s locker room. “I have to shower and get my things.”

“Don’t shower.” I command, licking my lips when her cheeks flush.

“I’m sweaty—”

“What I have planned for you isn’t gonna make it any better.

” I pat her ass, fondle the firm meat of her cheek for a second, then pat it again.

“Go.” She nods, scurrying into the locker room.

I rush down the hall to mine, throw my shit in my bag and run back to meet her.

She pushes the door open and I’m on her.

I throw her bag over my right shoulder along with mine, then put my left shoulder to her stomach and hoist her in a fireman’s carry.

Her tiny hands grip my shirt at the small of my back, the cadence of her laughter choppy as I practically run across campus to her dorm.

My arm clamped over her thighs, I use my right to rifle through the outside pocket of her bag to find her key card.

I swipe it, open the doors, then run past the desk clerk with barely a wave to the stairs.

On her floor and marginally winded, I unlock her door, kick it shut behind me and toss her to her bed.

She bounces with a carefree giggle, her legs parting naturally, tempting me with the dark spot on the crotch of her shorts.

“Poor baby, you need it, don’t you?” Her smile drops into a pout as she looks up at me from under her lashes.

She nods, widening her legs. At the foot of her bed, I pull her ankles to straighten her legs, then slide my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and yank them down.

She’s not wearing any panties. Sweet Jesus, she’s trying to kill me.

I close my eyes on a harsh exhale, praying for patience.

I don’t want to scare the girl, push her too far too fast, but I’m hanging on by a thread here.

Her pink pussy is soaked in her juices, hairless, with barely a hood above her plump clit.

“Sit up.” My voice is unrecognizable. Strained.

Pleading. I pull her shirt up and over her head, admiring her cream-colored bra and how it frames her tits.

She leans forward on instinct, offering herself up to me.

Behind her, I unclasp her bra and pull it slowly down her arms, baring her to me for the first time.

I wipe my hand over my mouth as I take her in. Every fucking inch of her begs for my ownership. My tongue. My hands. My cock.

I force myself to look her in the eye, I need her to hear me and see my sincerity.

“You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen. I want you, Daya. Not just today, or tomorrow, but every second of forever.” I kneel on the floor at the foot of her bed, gently coaxing her to shimmy down until her ass is practically hanging off the bed.

Her wet pussy demanding attention as it glistens inches from my face.

I meet her unfocused gaze. “This is my altar. You are my church. And I will worship you here every fucking day for the rest of my life.”