You Can't Choose Love (12 page)

In his brand new Chevy Bobby
pulls into the empty school parking lot.  The high school hasn’t changed
much since Ashton last visited. She never made it out to the Friday night
football games that all the town got excited over. Once she was done with
school, she vowed never to return.

For Bobby it was a different
story. Life hasn’t been the same since school. In school he got everything he
wanted, any grade he wanted any girl he wanted. He’s been living mostly in the
past ever since. Things don’t come as easy for him anymore. He has to actually
work for what he gets now days. But pulling into the parking lot brought it all
back.

He gets out of his truck and
opens the door and gives  Ashton a hand getting out. She steps out and
down about 2 feet from the high tired truck. He reaches into the glove
compartment and pulls out a flask from the glove compartment before slamming
the door.

“What’s ya think of my truck?
My Daddy got it for me from our Dealership. He’s like all… Bobby Darren you
represent me and your family every time you go out.” He takes a swig of from
the flask and hands it to Ashton who reluctantly takes a drink as well.

“It’s nice. You at least
drive better than Faith. You’re not doing your lipstick while driving.”

“I save that for the second
date”

They both laugh and walk toward
the school.

“Did you have Mr. Ashburn’s
for Chem?”

“I heard he’s in prison now?”

“What? Really did he go all
breaking bad or something?”

“No. Tax evasion or
something. The girls at the dealership are all gossipy, hear just about
everything about everybody in this town. You should drop by sometime.”

 They walk past the
bleachers and toward the field. So many memories rush to Ashton. She looks over
at where she used to watch him practice from. It’s hard for her to believe
she’s now walking toward the field with him. But something doesn’t let her get
too star struck. Something inside her pushes her to take charge. She takes
another sip of his flask. It’s warm but gives her a little liquid courage. She
stops Bobby before they get to the field and tells him to take his boots off.

“When a girl tells a guy to
take his boots off, she better mean it. That’s a big commitment.”

“Just take them off, dummy,”
she teases before taking her own off and throwing them by the sideline.

After he pulls his boots off,
she takes his hand and leads him to the football field. She enjoys feeling the
grass under her feet. They walk down the field toward the end zone, passing
each yard line.

“So, this was where you had
all your glory?”

“I guess so.”

“So you scored a lot on this
field?”

“Um, sure.” Bobby laughs,
realizing the innuendo. “I did well with football.”

“I wasn’t talking about
football,” Ashton said as they arrived to the touchdown area of the field.
Ashton pushed him roughly against the football goal post. She steps back and
smirks. She’s determined to make him pay for past aggressions and takes full
control of him. She knows exactly what she wants to do. Imagining this moment
has been sexual fodder for her weekly masturbation sessions ever since high
school.

“Shirt off!”

“You can’t just tell me what
to do. I will not be sexually objectified by you,” jokes Bobby.

Ashton steps up to him and
playfully slaps him across the face.

“I didn’t tell you to talk!”
She mischievously smiles. “You screwed up, and if you really want to show
you’re sorry…”

“Sorry?” Bobby says, not
immediately sure what Ashton’s talking about. The night and date have been
going so well in his mind.

 Ashton finishes her
statement ignoring him. “…for blowing me off for that skank ex of yours. If you
really want to show why I should forgive you, you’ll do exactly what I say,”
she says more seriously, as if cracking a whip. “Now shirt off!” 
“Slowly!”

Bobby complies. He lifts his
sweater slowly over his shoulders revealing his rock hard abs and muscles, all
seeming to point below. Ashton yells for him to stop.

“But my sweaters not all the
way off,” Bobby says with his head covered and his chest and stomach exposed.

“I know. Now quiet,” Ashton
demands as her eyes fondle every part of him. He feels foolish standing there
with his hands over his head not knowing what’s going to happen. He can see her
movement through spaces in his sweater threads. She looks around the football
field to make sure no one is around then steps closer to his body.

She hesitates to touch him,
but only for a second. She’s already played this out so many times in her head.
It feels like second nature. Her fingers slide down the ripples and creases
between his muscles.  His body is a warm, contrasting to the chill in the
air. “As amazing as he is, he’s not as defined as Orion,” she thinks to herself
in a fleeting thought. Even so, this isn’t a bad second; and she’ll finally be
able to know what it’s like to play out her fantasy with Bobby Darren, High
School Quarterback.

As her fingers go to his
sides, he can’t help but giggle a little. She slaps his abs. “No laughing.” His
body tenses and his muscles flex even more. She leans in and presses her lips
to his solid chest. She kisses down his muscles to where his pants begin, then
glides her tongue slowly back up his abs. His body is smooth and salty. 
She’s never been this forceful or brave. She felt him shiver as she moved her
tongue over his body, though that could be from the cold winds whistling through.
She notices his pants start to bulge. She looks up at his sweater covered head
and smiles.

Ashton unbuckles the leather
belt from Bobby’s tight blue jean pants. She grabs the silver end of the belt
and forcefully rips it out from around his body. He almost falls over from the
force. “Whoa!” Bobby yelps.

Ashton stands and whispers
through the sweater toward his ear. “Shhhh. I didn’t say you could talk.” She
pushes him toward the football goal post. Her lips move back down his body. She
slips her hands over the top edge of his blue jeans where his waist is. She can
feel his boxers at the tips of her fingers. She rips open his pants past its
buttons and unzips him.

She pulls his pants down
around his ankles. Just his boxers remain. His legs were built and sturdy from
years of working out and practices.  It’s much better up close than she
saw from a distance the other day at the lake. Her hand slips under his boxers
and reaches for his hardness. He moans, not expecting it. He’s hard and smooth.
It’s warmer than she imagined. Her hand wraps around it. She moves her hand
slowly to the top of his manhood through his boxers. He shifts his body slowly
back and forth. He continues to moan with enthusiasm. She loves having this
much control over him.

She grabs his boxers. She
slides them down past his thighs, past his knees and then to his feet. In what
resembles hazing, the former high school jock stood naked against a goal post
with a sweater over his head.

Ashton stands up after
removing his boxers. She pulls off his sweater and throws it on the field.
Bobby stands like a Greek Adonis. His statuesque build. His large curved shaft.
Ashton can’t help but smile extremely big as she takes it all in, seeing her
fantasy in real life. He shakes his head and looks at her and gestures.

“Now what?”

“You’ll see.” Ashton says
coyly. She’s a little surprised how confident he is standing buck naked on a
football field. Then she realizes he’s probably had many a cheerleader on the field
and under the bleachers over the years. Being naked on the field isn’t
something new for him. Ashton decided to up the ante a little.   She
heads over to his belt and folds it over itself and pulls it tightly, making a
whipping sound.

“Whoa, Nellie!” Bobby starts
to freak out. “Now I know you’re used to dealin’ with livestock, but you got to
watch it when a man has his tenders blowin’ in the wind.

She grabs Bobby’s arms and
ties his hands behind his back and to the goal post with the belt.

“You’re a lot kinkier than I
realized,” Bobby jokes.

“Just you wait.” Ashton pulls
the belt tight. She glides her hands down his body, sliding down his chest over
his solid abs. She stops just before getting to his cock. Bobby grunts with
anticipation.

Ashton steps back and
unbuttons her pants. She slides them down enough to reveal her lacey red
panties. Bobby licks his lips with anticipation. She lets her jeans drop to the
floor. Bobby follows her smooth, soft legs from top to bottom, the back to the
top with his eyes.  He wants to touch her, thrusting his body forward, but
is stopped by the belt holding him in place.

She enjoys teasing him. She
starts to unbutton her shirt. One by one her buttons loosen. She loosens them
all until her shirt hangs open. She pulls off her bra through her shirt. She
throws it at Bobby. Bobby smiles and strains to try to see under her shirt.
With each movement the shirt slips just enough to reveal her breasts slightly.
She stands before him in just a shirt and panties.

 She moves in and
presses her body against his and slides slowly down him. She drops down to her
knees and kisses up his athletic thighs. She reaches for his manhood. Bobby’s
muscles flex, causing his whole body to twitch. Her mouth opens and she slides
his shaft past her lips, which are stained red with lipstick. Back and forth,
she strokes and devours, causing Bobby to moan and grunt in pleasure.

He leans against the post and
does all he can to keep standing in place. The intensity raises with every
stroke, and just before he moans the loudest, she stops, torturing him before
he has a chance to climax.

“What, what?! Noooooo! No,
you can’t stop. That’s so wrong! At least finish me off.”

“Now you know what it’s like
to get stood up,” Ashton barks as she stands. She grabs her jeans and kisses
Bobby on the cheek. “You used to be all that I dreamed of. I guess now I find
myself dreaming for the stars.”

“Let me loose!” Bobby shouts
as he struggles with the belt. He watches Ashton walk away like a sly fox.

She wears a big grin with
each step and turns around. “I guess you didn’t score every time on the field.
Bye Bobby. You were amazing… In my dreams.”

Small paintings of parries
and horses hang on an avocado-green wall in the upstairs bathroom. A gas heater
sits in the corner with small dancing flames adding warmth to the room. The
mirror is fogged. A faucet slowly drips in the rim filled bathtub. Ashton’s big
toe touches the water droplets. She likes the feeling of the contrast of the
coolness of the drops to the warmth of the water. She lays in the water and
giggles as she thinks of the date with Bobby. She can’t believe she had the
nerve to do it. She would expect Faith to do something like that, but never
her. She was sort of proud of herself. “Don’t mess with me,” she whispers to
herself. “I was so wrong. I wonder if someone found him like that. Oh my gosh.”

           
“It was kind of sexy,” she thought. She enjoyed taking control, but she also
wondered what it would have been like if she let him take control of her. 
She plays out the scenario in her head. She imagined what would have happened
if he led her to the middle of the playing field. If Bobby the Quarterback
Darren ripped off her shirt and ravished her breasts on the 50 yard line,
sucking on her nipples and slipping his hands down her pants to get her wet and
ready for his hardened cock.

           
Ashton slips her hand below the bubbles of the hot bath, down her legs and
between her thighs as she imagines Bobby’s fingers. But then, a flash of an
image interrupts her. It’s Orion. His muscular form. His eyes. His perfectness.
A tinge of sadness took over her knowing she may never see him again, but that
didn’t stop her from getting more aroused. She imagined Orion’s massive body
against that goal post at the football field. She imagined taking him in her
mouth and pleasing him.

           
One of her hand fondles her wet swollen breasts as the other enters inside her
through the suds and soap. She licks her lips and moans, “Orion.”

           
“What?” yells a voice from the other side of the door.

 “Umm, nothing…just
yawned,” Ashton yells.

“Didn’t sound like a yawn,”
Faith teases from just beyond the bathroom door.

“I’m taking a bath. Leave me
alone!”

“Just letting you know you got
a delivery from town. Were you expecting something?

“Oh, yeah!”

“By the way, word is getting
around that Bobby Darren was found at the football field tied naked to a goal
post.”

Ashton covers her head with
her hands in embarrassment.

“Oh really?”

“You kinky slut. You know
you’re going to have to give me all the details soon.”

“I plead the fifth, now leave
me alone!”

Ashton throws a freshly
opened bar of soap toward the door. She giggles some more just before stepping
out of the bathtub. When she stands fully upright, she feels a slight kick in
her belly. She reaches down and realizes she has a small pouch. Her belly has
been growing.  Maybe she needed to lay off the corn dogs she thought to
herself.