"Immediately," I say as I move closer to her. "And it pissed me off that I had to wait for him to make a mistake, before I could approach you that night."
"A mistake?"
"He took his eyes off of you."
I usually gravitate towards taller women like models and actresses because I'm so big; but I'm towering over all five feet four inches of Sabrina right now, yet I don't feel like I'm smothering her like I thought I might.
We fit.
"And I have to say," I continue talking as I walk her backwards towards the chicken coop. "That I'm a little hurt that you didn't recognize me at all. Ever. I must not have made a very good first impression. I should try again."
I'm making her nervous, but the kind of nerves that I like to see. Yellow light nerves. The kind that tell me that she's definitely attracted to me, but that I should proceed with caution.
"In my defense, I drank those shots back to back. I couldn't see straight."
"That's no excuse. I'm unforgettable."
"Saint, you've got me pressed up against a chicken coop."
"I've been waiting to do this for a long time, Freshman. I think the chickens will be okay."
Three years ago I was smack dab in the middle of a momentous year. I did what I promised my mother and finished school with a degree in physical therapy, I signed a record setting rookie contract with the NFL, and got engaged to my then girlfriend Adrianna. I was young, rich, and on top of the world, but I was also overwhelmed and had been for a long time.
Negotiating a deal when you're still in school is like walking a minefield. There are so many regulations in place that my father had to be careful of. So many offers to consider. So many hands to shake. On top of all of that I had to make sure that I was keeping my body in pristine condition and keeping my woman happy.
My face was well known in the sports world. They were always talking about me on television and when I did an appearance on The Kid's Choice Awards, that's when women my mother's age started to recognize me too. It was nice for a minute, but then it became difficult.
So when I met a woman, a beautiful woman, who was my age and had no idea who I was and didn't even really care, it was refreshing. It was nice to help someone out who didn't have any ulterior motives that night. She was just a girl who didn't know how to hold her liquor, and I was just a guy trying to help her.
I never forgot the innocent girl from the hotel bar, dressed like a corporate shark, but undressed was soft as butter and glimmered like sunshine. That's why when I saw her for the second time in the restaurant that night, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I had to touch her. To know she was real and not just an apparition. Fuck the guy she was sitting with. I had to know for sure. So I touched her briefly, barely touching the back of her neck with my fingertips, and that's when I felt it. That's when I knew for sure. My mind wasn't fucking with me. It was definitely the same girl.
"You're worrying again."
I can tell by the lines etched in her forehead.
"I'm trying not to."
"Put your arms up and around my neck."
"I can't reach all the way up there."
I take a moment to drink her in, because I know that I need to make a very important decision right now. She's way more of a serious person than me. She could get hurt. Should I stop this? Am I fucking with her head? I don't even know what the hell I'm doing myself.
She's standing motionless.
Watching and waiting for me to dictate where we take this. How far we take this. I have to make a decision. She needs me to make it. So I do.
Fuck it.
I bend down low to the ground in front of her and slowly lift up her skirt inch-by-inch keeping my face close to her pussy. I wish I could strip her bare. As memory serves she has a beautiful body worth worshiping, but there's plenty of time for that later. Especially because we're in my parent's backyard in the middle of the goddamn day.
I bend my head to the left and kiss the side of her hip, then hold my lips there for a few seconds. Savoring her scent.
"You smell fucking delicious."
She squeals with surprise when I lift her up like she weighs nothing, her skirt bunched up around her waist, holding her up by her hips.
