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My panties are still on though, absolutely dotted with dew in preparation for what I have been dreaming of. Suddenly I hear my phone start to ring from my pile of clothes and when I turn to go retrieve it, Beau reaches to stop me.

 

"Not now," he says while I'm turned away from him. His hands gently knead my back and covered bottom before I feel his fingers slide underneath the waistband of my panties. When I return my attention to him, my shoulder blades are flush with his mattress, my hands toying with my pert nipples and Beau pulling my panties down. My hips lift a little off the bed to assist in something I never thought I'd allow to happen between us. Beau slowly slides my underwear down to my ankles and I help kick them free, my knees together to try and keep some level of modesty though I want him so bad.

 

"Ready?" he asks as he lords over my naked flesh, his cock thrust out pointing directly at the target it had found. Beau's hands gently part my knees and there I am exposed to him, presenting myself to the man for the taking. He holds his cock in his hand and we both watch as he lines himself up at the right spot and begins to push himself into my wet, pink lips.

 

It takes a few moments for me to realize that we had forgotten the most important part. The sensation of his thickness stretching my tightness is so exhilarating that I hadn't insisted he put on a condom. Once he's able to get himself a little further inside of me, once my legs are able to lock behind him and draw him in further, I just have to say something or I know I never will.

 

"Beau," I interrupt and confuse him. "Condom."

 

Beau nods in agreement and asks if we can wait just one second. His warmth radiates inside of me and makes me agree to something I never have before. My thighs part even further and Beau slowly slides the whole of his naked cock in as deep as he can. The sensation of his skin touching mine almost sends me into hysterics, it has never felt this good, this intimate.

 

"You're so wet," he tells me and I have no idea how to respond. He's nestled deep within my most private orifice and I can't bear the thought of him withdrawing completely. Beau slides back and thrusts deep again, causing an even bigger rush than the last time. By the way my thighs quiver with pleasure, I know that if I don't stop him now, I never will.

 

"Condom," I repeat and he nods, withdrawing his cock, now shiny with my juices and fishes through the nightstand at the side of his bed. My body craves him more each second he isn't filling me but he's moving as fast as he can. We both watch as he rolls the rubber down his impressively huge cock and once it is on, he takes his rightful place between my legs.

 

I spend the next few minutes with my fists clenching the sheets on his bed and the toes on my raised feet curling behind him. Beau's arms are holding my body as we kiss and he pumps himself in and out of me. We are one, moving together in an intimate dance that I hope will never end. Every inch of my body feels alive by his touch as a familiar pressure starts to build deep inside of me.

 

Once Beau becomes more vocal, I knew he will be getting there before me. He holds my hips and guides me down onto his cock, his thrusts more direct and defined as I'm inching towards my own climax. A strong throb from his dick reverberates throughout my body and it's as though I've been shocked by a pleasure-inducing live wire. Fireworks explode within me as Beau releases exasperated grunts, the two of us mashing our bodies together with urgency. My hands grasp at his back as he kisses my lips and I ride out one of several powerful pleasurable bursts.

 

When Beau withdraws himself completely, I watch with adoration as he removes the rubber that has kept us apart, throw it in the trash can and return to my side. This is so wrong, so bad, so dirty. I can't keep myself from heading down paths that divert from where I'm supposed to be. Still though the softness of his bed comforts me and his charming face make me feel better, at least momentarily.

 

"I can't believe -" I start to say but soon feel his finger pressed to my lips.

 

"Shhh," he says with a smile. "Let's just enjoy this moment for now."

 

Beau's fingers run through my hair as I place my head on his strong, muscular chest. There is nowhere in the world I'd rather be but also nowhere else on Earth I was definitely not supposed to be. Taking Beau's advice, I let myself find comfort in his arms and promise I can worry about life later.

 

*****

 

 

Chapter Fifteen

 

Beau

 

*****

 

 

As soon as my eyes flutter open and try to focus, I already feel the weight and heat of her presence beside me on my bed. Even with her back to me, I don't forget who is here by my side. Her face is buried in a pillow, a mess of hair all I can see, and her legs have kicked the blanket free of her body. Quinn has on the white t-shirt I lent her, way too big for her small frame as it falls off of her, exposing a tiny bit of her tanned shoulder. The t-shirt has moved with her sleep and ridden up just enough that I can see her cute underwear ride her legs to huddled curves. One leg is bent in front of her chest, the other straight, making a point downwards. She's comfortable here.

 

My thoughts for the day don't advance past the current time. Normally I'd make an excuse about practice, wake the girl up and get us out of there quickly. Quinn's a different story though and I wouldn't mind us going for another ride this morning. As I'm staring at her barely-covered ass, I freeze when I hear the sound of her turning on the pillow.

 

"Hey," she says groggily while looking over her shoulder. She's caught me wide-awake and blatantly staring at her butt. She doesn't get angry though, she loves that I can't stop looking at her.

 

"Um, want breakfast or something?" falls awkwardly out of my mouth. I hadn't thought the words through before they happened.

 

"Don't worry, I'll go," she says, her voice back to normal, a little loud even. Though I try to assure her I'm not kicking her out, she's not hearing it. "I get it, I get it. I knew what I was getting into when I came in here."

 

Quinn uses a sheet to cover herself and starts to stir. I again beg her 'no' and pounce on the giggling girl before she begins to rise. She's flat on her stomach and my hands lovingly hold her wrists at her sides as she uses her legs positioned behind me to playfully kick me on my ass. My package gets pushed up against Quinn's soft rear, her panties and my shorts the only barrier between us. Upon contact I feel Quinn's body language change and she's readily opening her legs wider to accept me and her covered mound seeks out more of me to rub up against. My face leans down to the side of Quinn's face and we press our cheeks as our lower halves start dancing together.

 

"When's your test?" I whisper in her ear. She sighs.

 

"Test in two days, I'm studying, I promise."

 

I'm fully erect now and Quinn is blatantly pushing her femininity up against me; she thinks she's teasing me by grinding it up all around my body. It's clear though that she's as ready as I am.

 

"Then tell me about Morgan's law...," I try to remember what I had read in her book the other day. She immediately starts to pull away. "Of probability. Morgan's law of probability," I say and she's not amused. Quinn lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

 

"Well, I don't know. I'm just a dumb, ditzy girl who has a one night stand with the star baseball player and is too stupid to even spell her name," she mocks me.

 

"It doesn't have to be a one night stand," I remind her and instantly her body is back pressing up against me. I want to grab her soft hips and pull myself into her but I hold myself back. We've gone from my hands on her wrists to the fingers on both our hands interlocked against the mattress. "Just tell me about Morgan's  law..." I say into her ear softly before biting the lobe. Our legs have twisted in a pretzel and our pelvises maintain our intimate contact.

 

"I was just kidding you know," she says before letting out a stronger breath, the beginnings of a moan. "You think I don't know Morgan's law? Let me explain it to you..."

 

As she begins to detail something I'll never be able to understand, my head moves lower, seeking out any exposed skin to press my lips against. My hand moves her t-shirt all over, exposing more of her body for me to touch and she twists to give me better access to each part. My pelvis remains firmly against her soft bottom, my cock pressing firmly between her legs. She's still explaining the theory when I have to lower my entire body to kiss further down. My mouth squeezes against the naked flesh around her panties and I move myself even lower to smooch her cool inner thighs. My fingers slide underneath the waistband of her panties and just when she thinks I'm going to lower them, I stop.

 

"And that's the whole theory. Is that what you wanted to hear?" she asks while looking back behind her and I have to force myself to remove my lips from her skin.

 

"No, I want to hear you scream my name," I remind her as my fingers remain curled under her panties, teasing her. "But that's later. What about the Didgin-Flores proof? Can you explain?" I'm really thankful that I remember those things from her book. Quinn starts to confidently tell me all about it while I show her my pride and start to lower those panties, her cool, white bottom greeting the morning. Quinn doesn't stop explaining even as she lifts her hips off the bed to help free herself of the underwear. She's still explaining as I pull her panties off of her ankles.

 

Once she's free of the lingerie, Quinn's legs part very wide and I slide up between her again, her soft rump comforting my body as we make contact. Quinn keeps explaining when I watch her reach over to my nightstand, fish around and remove a condom without ever looking in. She twists her arm behind her back and places the rubber it in the palm of my hand. I rip open the packaging and put it on as quickly as I can, Quinn's still explaining the proof as I position my latex-covered cock at her point of entry.

 

Quinn reaches back and holds her ankles. She lowers and rises based on how I'm entering, helping me to get fully inside. It's like she's made for me, I fit perfectly. One of her last sentences explaining the proof and I find my way all the way inside, a few of Quinn's words punctuated with a pleasurable surprise. She stops talking and lifts her arms to clench the pillows at her side while I thrust in and out. As I pump into her, my hands grab that soft, sweet ass of hers to give me something to hold on to. We find a perfect rhythm and are completely in sync when she suddenly stops.

 

"Wait, wait, wait," she says in an out-of-breath whisper as she pulls herself off of my dick. "This way."

 

Her hand pushes me onto my back and she swings her leg over. Her breasts hover over me and hold my attention as the beautiful girl gets herself into position. My hands seek her tits right away and we both close our eyes in pleasure once I embrace them. Quinn uses a hand to position me perfectly and then lowers herself down, allowing my thickness to slide right in. Her warmth and wetness can be partially felt through the condom and my eyes almost roll back in my head. Quinn is serious and focused, occasionally looking down and smiling at me. When I reach to fully hold her jiggly breasts, Quinn uses her own hands to press me more firmly against her chest. She's in full control, sometimes leaning back on an outstretched supporting arm to have her pussy come down with added force and friction. She's positioning me in different ways to allow my cock to hit 'the spot'. Like an elaborate dance I can only watch, she swivels in all directions until finally letting out a small yelp.

 

"Found it, found it," she says with eyes closed as she wipes some hair off of her forehead. "Don't stop, don't stop." Her hips drive her pussy down onto me with added force, cramming me inside of her body with determination as I glide over her perfect spot.

 

As I stay focused on feeling all over her chest, one of Quinn's fingers lowers and she starts to furiously rub her clit while her thighs pump her up and down on my lap. She leans back and pushes down with more authority and her finger moves at an impossible speed. With a sudden stop her hands rush to the back of my neck with a great hurry and she pulls my head into her chest and holds me against her tits so strongly I wonder if I'm being smothered. She's taking my cock in with long, deep thrusts until finally she yells "Yes!" without a care of her volume. "Yes!"

 

"Say my name," I tell her before it's too late and repeat the demand when she doesn't immediately do so.

 

"Beau!" she calls out with a large, dopey, sweaty smile on her face. "Fuck me, Beau Tillman!"

 

I can feel her pussy clamp and release, a throb that sends waves of pleasure throughout the glowing Quinn. While I hadn't come, her pleasure is enough to satisfy me for the time being. She's not finished though. Once her jolts space apart with longer gaps, Quinn leans forward, removes her happy cunt from my cock and pulls the condom off as I watch with anxious eyes. She outright spits on my swollen dick before her lips swallow me whole. Quinn's sweaty face looks up at me as she takes me in and out of her tight mouth, pressing me against her warm and wet inner cheeks. It doesn't take long, I'm no superhero. She gets way more into it when my cock starts to tremble, she takes it as a sign that something is about to come. My pelvis rocks back and forth as I explode right into her. Quinn watches me the whole time as she inhales my essence and I can feel her swallow deeply. Quinn is aware when I've given her my all and she pulls her mouth back slowly, wiping her lips with her thumb and forefinger before giving me a sly wink.

 

"I should really get going, believe it or not, I've got more studying to do," she says while turning off the side of the bed. "I'll call a cab." I watch as she gets her clothes, unable to keep my eyes off of her. Before she finishes getting dressed, Quinn takes out her phone and looks down at it with worry. "Shit," she looks concerned, "My dad's been texting because I never came home."

 

I have no response and go to check my own phone. Texts from Coach. Shit.

 

"He got me too," I tell her. "Says we have to have a talk."

 

Quinn looks even more panicked. "You think?" she asks with great concern. "He knows?"

 

I laugh. "No. This is probably about the suspension he gave me."

 

She goes back to getting her clothes ready but not before grilling me some more. "Just tell him what he wants to hear." Her head quickly disappears underneath her shirt before popping through the hole at the top. "Please?"

 

"I'm not lying to your Dad," I tell her as my cock begins to rise again under the sheet. "If I'm gonna enter the draft, I have to take some meetings. I'll have to miss some things."

 

"And if you enter the draft and if you miss games, he's screwed. Remember? Why would you expect him to be ok with this? You know what? You in trouble makes things easier for me anyway."

 

"And if you flunk your classes and he finds out you've been singing, he'll outright forget all about me so..."

 

My threat does not go over well. Quinn stops in her tracks and looks me dead in the eye.

 

"And which one of us do you think he's gonna kill if he finds out about," she points between the both of us, "this?"

 

She's not wrong and I try to beg forgiveness. She's fully dressed and comes over, kissing my forehead before saying "Bye," in an annoyed grunt before and marching out of my room.

 

*****

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