"Already had three," she says, running her hand down my chest. "Let's go."
There's something about her being this eager that I'm finding to be a turn-off. But I push that thought aside and take her hand and make my way to the guest room. It's better than the basement bedrooms, which is why it's reserved for the guys on the team.
There's a red sock on the floor, not the door handle, which means the room is open. I move to let Christina inside, then wrap the sock on the door handle. I go in and lock the door, just in case some idiot forgets what the sock means and tries to barge in while we're doing it.
I turn toward the bed and see Christina's already on it, her clothes stripped off, legs spread. I wasn't quite ready for that. I'm used to a slower build-up; kissing the girl, undressing her. It's part of the fun. It turns me on. I shouldn't complain but this is too easy.
She smiles. "What are you waiting for?"
My eyes drop down to her body. Her breasts are huge, and all natural. It's amazing how much she's changed from the skinny shapeless girl she was a few years ago. Her body tapers in at the waist and then widens again to her hips and her thick fleshy thighs. I like that she's not afraid to show off her body. She's proud of her curves, and has no problem laying spread eagle on the bed for me to see her.
I walk up to the bed but don't get on it. Something's stopping me but I'm not sure what. Christina is more than willing to do this and yet I'm standing here, not even taking off my shirt.
"What's wrong?" Christina asks, getting off the bed. She comes up to me. "Need me to warm you up?" Her hands go to my belt, quickly undoing it.
"Wait." I take her hands. "Why don't we kiss first?"
"Aww, that's so sweet," she says, smiling. "I didn't think you did that."
Who told her that? Is that the rumor around school? That I skip the kissing and go straight to the sex? I've never done that. I start with kissing and move on to other stuff before we get to the sex part. I never want it to be only about me. I always make sure the girl gets off before I do. But apparently that little fact isn't being shared.
I wrap my hands around Christina's face and press my lips to hers. She has really soft lips, and she isn't trying to shove her tongue in my mouth, like some girls do. She's actually a really good kisser, but for some reason I'm not feeling it. I'm not even getting hard.
I lower a hand to her breast, cupping it and squeezing a little. She moans, begging for more, so I squeeze a little harder. Her breasts aren't round and perky, like Brook's. They hang from their weight, their fullness filling my hand. My thumb rubs over her nipple. It's thick and protruding. I circle my thumb over it and Christina moans even louder. She thrusts her hips forward, then grinds them against my crotch as she grabs hold of my ass.
All of this should be turning me on. Christina's a beautiful girl with a soft, supple, beautiful body. That, combined with her eagerness to do whatever I want, should have me rock-hard by now. But I'm not.
My mind drifts back to that dream—to Brook, and what I imagine she'd look like naked. Those perky breasts. Small pink nipples standing at attention, waiting for me to devour them. My hands moving down her body, her tiny waist, the slight curve of her hips, then finally, between her legs. She was soaking wet in the dream, ready and waiting for me to slip inside.
"Dean?" I hear Christina say.
I force my thoughts off Brook and focus on Christina, noticing she's stepped away from me, disappointment on her face.
"Do you not want to do this?" she asks.
"I do. I just..." I pause to think how to word it. I can't tell her I'm distracted by another girl.
Why the hell am I thinking about Brook when there's a beautiful naked girl in front of me? I wish I had the answer to that, along with an answer that would explain why my cock only got hard when I started imagining Brook.
"You want to just go?" Christina asks, covering herself with her arms and looking away, like she's suddenly self-conscious.
"Christina, I want to," I say, stepping up to her. "I do. I'm just feeling off tonight. I think I'm just tired from the game. I wasn't even going to come here tonight but Danny talked me into it." I take her arms and gently pull them away from her, my eyes drinking her in before lifting to her face. "You are fucking gorgeous, and if I didn't feel this way, I guarantee we'd be in that bed right now, doing all that you imagined and more."
Her lips creep up. "You're not just saying that? I mean, I think my body's great but I know you usually pick girls who are—"
"Your body is fucking amazing. Don't ever think it's not. These right here—" I cup her breast, eyeing them as I lick my lips, because damn, they really are beautiful. If only my head wasn't stuck on the small perky breasts that belong to someone else. "These are sheer perfection," I say, still holding her breast. "Which is why you shouldn't be so quick to give it up. Make a guy work for this," I say, nodding to her body. "Believe me, he will if you make him. You don't have to make it easy."
"I guess," she says like she doesn't believe me.
"Hey." I set my hand on her shoulder. "I don't know you that well but I know that you're a damn good athlete. You're one of the best cheerleaders we have. I also know you're really smart. When you gave that speech in class last year, I was blown away."
"You remember that?" she asks, her eyes widening. "I didn't even think you were listening."
"You got my attention. You're a good speaker and you knew what you were talking about, or you had me convinced that you did."
She smiles. "Wow. I got Dean Sanders to pay attention in class. That's impressive."
"It is, and if you can get MY attention, you can get the attention of some other guy. A guy you actually want to be with who wants more than a night with you."
