Epilogue One
Six Months Later
Spencer
There has to be a word that can express the level of tired I currently feel, because the normal fare just doesn’t cut it. Exhausted, fatigued, burnt-out. All way too weak. The Wildwood Colts are halfway through the best season of my football career, and that combined with keeping up with my studies is taking its toll.
My only saving grace is the love of my life, Jenny McClure. Hopefully soon, Jenny Wainwright, but she insists we have to finish school first. I’ve been on the road for games the past three weekends in a row, and we’ve barely seen each other in that time. Midterms are coming up, and my girl is camped out in the library pretty much from opening until closing. But we talk every night, no matter whether I’m in town or not. And we find ways to connect physically even when I’m at an away game halfway across the country. My favorite was when she slipped the panties she wore the day before in my duffle bag, and I jerked off with those silky, skimpy things three times in a row.
I’m never gonna get enough of her. I know that for a fact.
But it is Sunday. The bus just dropped us off at the stadium, and I’m on my way home to my woman. I can’t wait to wake up to her warm body tomorrow morning and roll us over for some of the hottest morning sex on the planet. Unfortunately, not even my horny and lonely girl could stay up this late just for a roll in the hay.
Pulling up to the house, a wave of relief washes over me. As much as I love football, more and more I miss being away from this house. Our house.
All the commentators and armchair critics who thought I’d go soft after finally losing my virginity and finding the woman I wanted to settle down with were dead wrong. My abilities had nothing to do with whether or not my dick was getting wet. No, those were all hard work, dedication, and some really good genetics.
I think having Jenny has made me a better player. I am determined to give her the best life imaginable, and that means making it to the NFL and putting some good money away so that we both can do what we’ve always wanted when my professional athletic career is done. Jenny is going to open her own rescue shelter, where she’ll also run a free veterinary clinic for those unable to afford paying for their pet’s care. I’m going to teach history to kids who think it is boring and coach a peewee football team on the side. My dad thinks I’m crazy for already thinking about my retirement from the game, but I look forward to having a slow life with Jenny and our kids in the suburbs.
The house is predictably silent as I lock the front door behind me. The duffle slung over my shoulder gets thrown right in the laundry room for me to take care of in the morning. I also strip out of my travel clothes and leave them on the basket right inside the door. I hate bringing the road in the house with me, so Jenny always leaves a fresh pair of pajama pants in the laundry room for when I get home, but she must have forgotten tonight with all the midterms madness.
Not that it matters. I always take them off before getting in bed with her. I like to have as much of our skin touching while we sleep as possible.
With a yawn, I shuffle upstairs to our bedroom, but once I clear the doorway I instantly become alert.
Laid out on the bed all around Jenny are her textbooks and notes. Not unusual by any means. However, her studying naked is. She has a pair of cat-eye glasses on, which I know she has no need for since her vision is perfect. Her hair is up in a haphazard bun with two pencils holding it up. And that is literally all she is wearing. She’s on her knees and elbows, ass pressed high into the air as she feigns studying.
“Fuck me, we should always study this way.” My cock is instantly hard inside my boxer briefs.
Jenny turns to look over her shoulder and gives an overdramatic gasp. “Professor Wainwright, what are you doing in my dorm room?”
Christ, how have I gotten so fucking lucky? Jenny has a thing for role-playing. We discovered it one night when she surprised me with a cheerleader outfit after the first preseason game of the year. Since then we like to occasionally throw in a scenario or two without telling the other. But this naughty professor thing is a first.
Trying to think on my feet, with her sweet ass staring me right in the face, is no easy feat. But I manage to fight through my lust fog to get into character. “Well, Ms. McClure, you are in danger of failing my class. I’m going to require mandatory one-on-one tutoring sessions from now on.”
Eyes wide with mock innocence, Jenny takes on a pleading tone. “Please, Professor, I can’t help it. Human reproduction just goes right over my head. Maybe because I’ve never been touched by a man.”
If I died at this moment, I’d be a happy man. We may have given our virginity to each other the first night we met, but that doesn’t mean we can’t keep giving it to each other over and over again in our bedroom antics.
“Hence the tutoring sessions, Ms. McClure. I’m going to give you an in-depth lesson on the male anatomy and how it fits with your counterparts.” Stepping into the room a little farther, I push my boxers to the ground. “But first, I need to make sure you are understanding the reading material. Please begin reading from your textbook. Out loud.”
Stalking into the room, I climb onto the bed behind her pert ass. I’ve missed the taste of her pussy almost as much as I’ve missed holding her in my arms, and I plan to have my fill before letting her have my cock. A groan spills from my lips the moment my tongue touches her sweet pussy. No way will this ever get old. My face buried deep in her folds is the way I want to spend every night for the rest of our lives.
I’ve barely done anything, yet Jenny is whimpering and thrusting back onto my tongue, trying to get it inside her. But I won’t let that happen. Not yet. The first thing to breach this pussy tonight is going to be my cock. Once I flick my tongue across her clit, she moans and claws at the sheets around her books. But she hasn’t started reading yet, and this is her game.
“Read, Ms. McClure, or I’ll take my mouth away.’’
“No, please don’t do that. I’ll read.” Jenny leans over a little farther, spreading her legs and giving me greater access while getting her cute little nose closer to the textbook pages. “In order for reproduction to take place, the male reproductive organ must be erect.”
“Check.” I laugh a little against her folds as I suck them into my mouth and she cries out, losing her place. “Keep going.”
“Once the male is sufficiently aroused, the penis is inserted into the female counterpart’s vagina.” Jenny’s breathing is coming fast and hard as I increase my attention on her sensitive button. Her words come out stuttered and weak, and I love hearing exactly how I affect her.
“Hmmm. See, Jenny, this is why you must take notes in class, too.” I sit back on my heels, brushing my finger up and down her slit. She whines a little at the loss of my tongue, but I spank her ass lightly once, and she quiets down. “The texts only cover so much. But if you were paying attention in class, you would know the female’s arousal is just as important as the male’s. Without all this sweet cream ...” I swirl one finger around her dripping wet hole, collecting her arousal and bringing it up to her mouth to taste. “Then reproduction would be no fun at all. You wouldn’t want to skip this, would you?”
She moans around my digits, loving the taste of her own juices almost as much as I do. When I move my hand back to her clit, her hips sway and grind, trying in vain to force my fingers inside her. That desperation would normally make me chuckle a little, if I didn’t know exactly how she felt.
“Oh God, no, Professor, I wouldn’t want to skip this part.”
