Alabama has disappeared from my view, but without realizing it, I'm looking for her.
"If the dorm’s is going to turn into a battlefield, I think that concerns me," argues my offensive lineman. Considering my health is literally his job, he’s got a point.
"It's just a little game between her and me, and I'll win it, like always." Emery gives a skeptical little chuckle. I turn my attention back to him. "What?"
He shrugs. "This girl might actually succeed in taming you, man."
"Not in a million years!"
"We'll see."
"Oh, it's already decided. She's going to crack, and..."
"And what?” Emery growls. “Let's say she tells you she wants you to fuck her, what happens next?"
I'm starting to see where he's going with this, and I don't like it at all.
Shit!
"Girls don't do it for you, you like mature women," Emery adds.
"Thanks, I'm well aware."
"So I'll ask again, what will you do when she asks you to fuck her?"
"You're a pain in the ass!" I mutter as I stand up. But Emery isn't letting it go, he follows me as I leave, like a six foot four inch specter over my shoulder. "Dude, you're screwed."
I don't respond because I'm lost in my thoughts. Alabama is giving me more trouble than I would have thought. She's truly the first to push me away like this. Sure, I'vebeen told no before, but it was always to eventually say yes later. But Alabama doesn't seem to have fallen for my charm. Far from it. She seems to be mocking me every time we talk.
My fists are still clenched as we walk toward the dorm.
"Couldn't you just leave her alone and move on?" Emery asks.
"That's not going to happen."
I've never lost a sexual game, and I don't plan to start today. One way or another, Alabama will crack. It's a matter of honor.
"There's no shortage of women in this city," my friend continues. "Are you still seeing Yana?"
I think about the woman I've fucked so many times these past few months. Strangely, I'm not interested in her at all anymore. Her perfect body has often made me hard, just visualizing her breasts or her ass was enough to stand at attention, yet at this moment, no matter how much I try to invoke all my hottest memories, I don't feel the slightest bit of excitement.
My answer comes belatedly. "She has a boyfriend."
"Since when has that bothered you?"
I shrug. "I could keep fucking her if she wasn't pregnant."
I glance at Emery. His attention is fixed on the ground.
"So Player does have limits," he remarks after a moment. There's no trace of mockery in his voice, it's simply an observation. I guess he's right. I can sleep with any woman, preferably older ones, but I can't fuck a pregnant chick.
"You could just call on someone else," he continues.
Indeed, I could. But I don't want to. A certain brunette resurfaces in my thoughts, and I feel that mixture of frustration and... desire? Fuck me, this is annoying.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. There's no way I'm going to fuck Alabama. I just want her to beg me to do it, then I'll move on. Yes, that's it! All things considered, this little gamebetween us is purely mental. I want her to bow down before me.
Suddenly, an image of Alabama naked and on all fours in front of me flashes in my head, and my cock twitches in response.
