“I may not have made it to Major League Soccer, but I can still be involved in sports,” he concluded.“After a person blows out a knee and recuperates after PT, watching them smile as they take that first confident step is thrilling.I can’t wait to open a clinic.”
“That’s amazing, Tony, you’ll definitely get there soon,” Giselle stated.She smiled over the rim of her steaming mug of black tea.“I’ll be your first patient.”
He sipped his jasmine blend and shook his head.“I can’t fix broken brains.Sorry.”
Giselle laughed and nudged him using an elbow.“At least I have some.”
Tony picked up another biscuit.“Tell me more about your marketing, which sounds super cool.What motivates you?”
She stirred her drink after adding more honey.“I’ve always been fascinated by art.As a child, I used to draw every day.Even in school, which got me in trouble a lot.My drawings represented stories I wanted other people to be part of.I wanted them to feel inspired by something I shared from my heart.I stopped sketching ages ago, but artistic expression on a computer has replaced my pencil and paper.My new passion is digital and graphic design.I still want to inspire people through art, and I discovered that professional advertising can do the same.I’ll have a website where people contact me with visions for a product they are selling.I’ll translate their dream into design through marketing ads to grow their business.”
“That’s pretty awesome, Giselle,” Tony commented.“I’m inspired just hearing you describe it.You’ll have to show me some of your designs.I’ll be your first customer.You can design ads for my PT clinic.”
She grinned and raised her mug.“Sounds like a partnership to me.”
He clinked his drink against hers.“I look forward to it.”
“We need to celebrate,” she said.“What else are we doing tonight?”
Tony checked the time on his phone.“Movie, then strolling through old town for window shopping, and food on an outdoor patio.”
“Strolling?”She glanced at her casted foot.“You going to cut this thing off?”
Tony grinned.“I have a solution in my trunk.You’ll see.”
“Secrets and a fun night ahead, I love it,” Giselle replied.“Speaking of entertainment, you’ll be twenty-one soon and can drink in bars and clubs.Unfortunately, you’re stuck drinking tea with my nineteen-year-old butt.”
He leaned in and kissed her good, his lips savoring hers including a light brush of tongues.“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Tony’s secret turned out to be a lightweight, foldable wheelchair he had borrowed from the medical department on campus.She admired this thoughtfulness to make her comfortable on this date.He planned ahead and saw to her every need, things Giselle hadn’t even considered while injured as she took things for granted.He helped her into the chair, adjusted the foot rests, and pushed her into the theater.
The film turned out to be a good one.Giselle enjoyed the raucous comedy plus a tray of cheesy nachos and cold root beer.Afterwards, the young couple traveled to the older district in town.Tony pushed her around antique shops, ice-cream parlors, comic book places, music stores, and a dozen other businesses lining the street.A lively crowd moved about, laughing and conversing.Following a pasta dinner at an Italian bistro, Giselle and Tony sat outside a small bakery to devour slices of pie beneath the lamplight along the street.
After dessert, they took another stroll around the area to walk some of the food off.Well, at least Tony did as he pushed her along.At one point, he helped Giselle stand as she desired a moment of intimacy.Arms around each other, the pair halted at a corner for a long hug.She melted into his heat, their bodies pressed tight together.Lips met and hands petted.Eyes stared in refreshed hunger, though not for food.
A new desire had been building all evening.Small gestures, touches, meaningful looks, and blatant vibes informed one another that the night was far from over.Like the silent war, a quiet understanding passed between Giselle and Tony.The youthful, hormone-driven pair had human desires to satiate.It would occur in each other’s arms, naked and sweaty.
The couple hopped into Tony’s car for the ride home.Small talk masked a dual anxiety over what awaited.Electricity danced in the confines of the vehicle, an excited charge that raced Giselle’s heart the closer they got to her apartment.
Inside her living room, she barely rested her crutches against the sofa when Tony swept her into his arms.A wild make-out session commenced.Tony’s mouth found her neck and collarbone.His hands explored her body.Giselle adored his forceful desire, the build-up over the long evening having reached its peak.She felt his immediate erection against her body, its hard pressure igniting a fire in her gut.
A lull arrived when Tony, careful with her foot, eased Giselle onto the couch.However, the excitement never wavered.It intensified as both began to undress.She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.The bra followed, her breasts free on her heaving chest.He responded by taking off his blazer.The stylish shirt beneath slid up his muscled torso and over his head.
Giselle inspected Tony’s athletic build.His bulk had been obvious beneath the soccer uniform, but in the bare flesh, a breath caught in her throat.Smooth, shapely pecs protruded on a wide chest.Beneath, a trail of ridged abs begged for her exploring fingers and tongue.She released her held breath, the exhaled air quivering in her anticipation.
Tony continued undressing.A belt unfastened and shoes came off.His dark trousers lowered over the swell of bulging thighs and hard, round calves.Yearning for release, a stiff cock stretched red briefs.Tony worked the undergarment off his waist and stepped out of it.The young, chiseled man stood fresh and naked.
The mere sight of his smooth skin and well-formed figure boomed Giselle’s pulse.As if timed to her heartbeat, his stiff cock also throbbed in a steady rhythm.Its size forced her to swallow.She shivered, her hands trembling.A dozen images of her stroking, sucking, and taking his penis inside her flashed in her mind.I will do all those things…and more.
Tony knelt before her.He reached behind Giselle’s lower back and unzipped the skirt.She raised her hips.His fingers grasped the waistband, and he guided the outfit down her toned legs and over the cast to set aside.The young man stared at her blue thong, his tongue passing over his lips.Her slick wetness darkened the narrow crotch, just as Janice had in hers.
Tony pulled the thin waistband, and Giselle lifted her hips again.The undergarment came off, tickling her legs on the way down.Now fully naked, her plump, damp folds lay exposed for her horny date.I can’t stop shaking!His eyes, so wide and full of utter need.That look alone could devour me.I’m his.I want him to consume me in mind, body, and spirit.Fill me.Stretch me.Release inside me so I can be one with you.
Tony met her eyes, her intense gaze bored into his.She then looked down over his body, taking in that lovely naked sight as he knelt.As she watched, a glistening drop of precum oozed from the tip of his hard cock.Penis still throbbing, the drop slid down the length of his upturned erection.
Unable to contain himself, Tony grasped behind her knees and lifted her legs high.Giselle sank further back into the sofa cushions, her good foot and cast pointed toward the ceiling.Lowering his head, Tony’s mouth dove onto her wet vagina.A thick tongue lapped her inner folds, his lips pulling them as if he really would eat her.He penetrated her using his tongue, tasting, feeding.His strong hands held her in a vice grip, locking her legs in a wide V as he worked his mouth on her sex.
Giselle rolled her head back and forth, a loud moan vibrating her throat.She cried out, writhed, and dug her fingers into the sofa seat.In her crazed, passion-fueled mind, she spared a moment to compare sex between Janice and Tony.
