I followed her down the hall into the small bathroom, and we both stepped inside. She turned on the water and soon the small room was steaming hot. We stepped inside of the shower together, she quickly grabbed the full bar of soap and began to gently scrub my body. She had this way about her, she made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. I reached and took the bar of soap from her small hand and began to rub it across her body. Softly but firmly, I soaped up her ample breasts, my hand sliding down her stomach. I turned her around and washed her shoulders, then down to her back. As she turned back around, I pressed the bar of soap between her legs, my finger easing into her wet pussy. She moaned her approval as I slipped my finger deep inside of her.
She took the bar of soap back from my hand, cupping it between both of her small hands. She then placed them around my cock, stroking it softly, the soap acting as a lubricant. Her tiny hands quickly had my cock throbbing once again, my heart racing in anticipation.
She turned me around and pushed my back against the fiberglass wall of the shower.
"You only got to cum twice, you get one more. ", she giggled.
She then once again got down on her knees, her mouth swallowing my hard cock quickly. I can't describe the feeling adequately, hot water washing over my body, her warm mouth around my cock. I lowered my hands to her head, my fingers gently running through the wet strands of her hair.
She had one hand around the base of my cock, the other softly caressing the underside of my balls. Her tongue was swirling on the underside of my cock, just under the head. Once again, her expert mouth had me reeling, I extended my arms against the shower walls for balance.
"Fuck Steph, I'm gonna cum again.", I grunted.
This time she pulled my rock hard cock from her mouth and began to furiously pump it, the head pointed at her breasts. It took just a few strokes of her tiny hand to achieve success. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock, coating her breasts in white, milky liquid. She firmly stroked my cock, squeezing each drop of cum from the head.
She stood back up, her arms wrapping around my waist, holding me tight. She laid her head on my chest, as the water poured across the both of us. I held her for several minutes, before she reached over and turned the water off. We both got out and dried off, then moved back to the family room. As I reached down for my clothes, she touched my arm gently.
"Please, stay tonight. I want to wake up in your arms.", she asked.
"I can't Steph, I would have to call Ashley and let her know. Then she would want to know where I am. I can't tell her here.", I answered.
"You're right, I wasn't thinking.", she said, disappointment clearly evident in her voice.
She left the room for a moment as I was getting dressed, then returned in a white terry cloth robe. Even in a plain white robe, her hair soaking wet and matted to her head, she was a beautiful woman. I finished dressing and turned to face her, extending my arms to her. She stepped quickly into my embrace, holding me tightly. I leaned down and kissed her one final time, her mouth still hungry, as her tongue flicked across my lips. I could sense that even after all we had shared, she was still eager for more.
On the drive back to my house, it finally hit me. The guilt feelings started to wash over me, I could feel the anxiety building. I had let Ashley down, I had cheated on her, worst yet, with a close friend. By the time I arrived home I was both angry and ashamed of myself for what I had done. I quietly sulked into the back door, trying to be as quiet as I could. All the lights were off, I was hoping Ashley was asleep. As I made my way down the hall, I saw that her door was wide open. She always slept with the door closed, so I peeked in just to see. The bed was still made, she was not sleeping. After a quick walk through of the house, it was clear she wasn't home. What was strange though, is her SUV was still in the drive. I went back to my room, changed into shorts and a tee shirt, then made my way back to the kitchen. I was pouring myself a glass of iced tea when I heard a car pull into the drive. I heard two doors shut, then the kitchen door open seconds later. Ashley stepped through the door followed by a man who appeared to be in his late thirties. He was well dressed, they were both holding a conversation which they abruptly stopped when they saw me.
"Oh, hey Brian. This is uh….. This is David, a friend of mine.", she said, not able to look me in the eye.
The man stepped around Ashley, extending his hand to me slowly.
"So this is the superstar, huh ?", he said, almost sarcastically.
I didn't say a word, I shook his hand quickly, then turned and left the room. I went back down the hallway, closed my bedroom door, turned off the light and climbed into bed. The first thing that came rushing into my mine was one of my father's old sayings, "Everything that you do will come back to you". I laid in bed awake for hours, my mind imagining all kinds of things. As much as I thought I had pushed a relationship with Ashley out of my mind, I realized that I loved her more than ever. I had really made a mess of everything. And sooner or later Ashley was sure to find out I had slept with Stephanie, those things you just can't keep quiet forever. I never did hear David leave, or Ashley's bedroom door close for that matter, I must have fallen asleep. I rolled over and looked at the clock, it was almost seven in the morning. I checked my phone, I had two text messages. Both were from my agent, the first telling me to make sure I kept my cell phone in my hand for the rest of the day, no personal calls. The second was telling me he had already received credible evidence, I would be taken late in the second round by a Texas team, if I were still available. That was indeed some great news.
I got up, made some coffee, then went into the family room to watch the sports channel. The draft programming had already started and would be on all day. The actual live coverage of the draft would start at noon, the first pick coming in about four in the afternoon. They were scrolling information about mock drafts and best players available at each position on the bottom of the screen as the commentators gave their opinion. When the top twenty defensive players were listed on the bottom of the screen, I was disappointed I was not among them.
About an hour into the show, they listed the top ten underclassmen who had entered the draft. I was listed at number eight, which was extremely disappointing to me. I sent a text to my agent asking him what had happened. He replied quickly telling me to relax, this happens all of the time. Defensive players for the most part are not glamorized like running backs or quarterbacks. The offensive players usually get all the ink, it happens all the time. But as he said, when a team needs good defensive talent, they don't worry about player rankings.
I grabbed another cup of coffee and had just sat back down when Ashley's door opened and I heard her bare feet in the hallway. She entered the family room a few minutes later with a cup of coffee in hand. She was wearing a long tee shirt, I was guessing not much else. The last thing I needed to do was get myself emotionally upset today of all days, I relaxed and focused on TV.
"What are you watching ?", she asked.
"The draft coverage.", I answered.
"It started already ?", she inquired.
"Yep.", I replied.
She became quiet for a couple of minutes for which I was grateful, but it didn't last.
"Brian, don't you think you were a bit rude to David last night ?", she asked, "That's so not like you.
"Rude ?", I asked.
"Yes, he said hello and shook your hand. You didn't say a word, you just walked out.", she replied.
"No Ash, he didn't say hello. He said, "So this is the superstar.", I answered.
"He didn't mean anything by it.", she shot back.
"Oh yes he did. I could tell from the way he said it.", I responded.
"You're imagining things Brian. He's a very nice man, he was trying to be nice.", she said, turning away from me.
I let it go at that point, I didn't want to fight with Ashley today of all days. I got up a few minutes later, went to my room and got dressed. I went into town and had some breakfast at the diner. Almost everybody that I saw that morning wished me good luck, telling me they would be watching. It was tough living in a small town sometimes, but one thing you could always count on was support from the locals. It was like one big extended family. I drove over and got a quick haircut, once again I was bombarded with best wishes for later in the day. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who had only the draft on my mind.