Bush League: New Adult Sports Romance (22 page)

Finn

The request for a performance was a surprise but I wasn't exactly complaining. Maybe when I got a little bit bigger, when I'd been doing this for a longer time, I'd turn down these types of requests. At this point though I was still hungry, wanting to prove to the world what I can do with just a guitar and my voice. Though I had a full audience of admirers, hanging on every note, there was only one person I wanted to connect with. The songs I wanted to write for the new album was inspired by the way she made me feel yet I couldn't figure out how to let her know.

Before I started that first song, I wanted to announce to the crowd that it was about Allie. Not only was I able to see her walking away, there wasn't any way I could make that sort of profession in public. The whole room now knew we were about to become brother and sister. That kind of scandal would dismantle SharkFin right as we were starting to take off. Throughout the whole performance though, I watched the door hoping she'd come back.

“We're inviting a select few people up to the roof if you'd like to join us,” Claus, the  manager, let me know. My dad and new stepmom waited until after my three song set to tell me they were leaving, Allie was already gone so it wasn't like I had anything better to do.

“Will there be girls?” I asked without shame and was assured there would be plenty.

Ever since the first record, mostly everyone I met was trying to impress me. It's not bragging if it's true. Everywhere I went turned into groups of people sitting around me waiting for me to acknowledge them in some way. If I answered a question or spoke to someone directly, they could carry the story of that encounter (with embellishments, of course) for the rest of their life. They'd tell their kids and grandkids about how they were tight with one of the biggest rock stars ever. And the women, the women were all thirsty for even more intimate contact. Mostly all I met threw themselves at me, eager to be the one I took home that night. It was hard to pretend I wasn't already exhausted by the whole dance.

The roof of the country club was outfitted with nice couches arranged in a semi-circle and tons of heat lamps. It looked pretty cozy and the great place for a party but sadly, as I was aware before even going up there, it would be anything but comfortable for me.

“How long are you in town for?”

“See the tattoo I just got?”

“Will you sing for me?”

“Will you listen to my demo?”

There were no conversations going on that didn't involve something being asked of me. Even if someone was telling me about their job or school or whatnot, it wasn't long before there would be some request for me to validate what they were doing, as if it would never be good without.

The worst part? Each and every one of the girls Claus had invited up were extremely, extremely attractive but no matter how much I tried to be into them, they all seemed so hollow compared to the one girl I wasn't allowed to be with. I started to zone out of conversations and think of Allie, remembering ways in which she made me laugh. I even chuckled out loud thinking about her scrunching up her nose at our hotel breakfast when I tried to get her to eat. Nobody at the party seemed to notice that I was anything but present.

One of the more forward girls, perhaps fueled by a little booze, invited herself to sit right on my lap. This blonde was a knockout, assuredly the fantasy of pretty much every person with a heartbeat. Her tight black dress left little in the way of imagination and her bare thighs squished against my covered legs without a care in the world. The blonde skillfully found the growing bulge hidden in my pants and sat her shapely ass right down on it. As she added to the conversations going on, she sneakily wiggled herself around on me, the friction between us starting to drive me wild, despite my lack of interest in her as a person. By this point most of the party had paired up. It was hard not to notice that the girls hanging on other guys all kept their eyes on me, just in case there was an opening. I could have any of these girls that I wanted which made it worse that I could only think of the one who wasn't there.

I promised myself before all of this started that I wouldn't become cliché and view women as so easily disposable but, shockingly, they all seemed interchangeable compared to Allie. My soon-to-be stepsister stood out the moment I met her as unique and she triggered something in my heart that I couldn't let go. I had to learn to let go of Allie, it wasn't going to happen and the sooner I realized that, the better.

“You wanna get out of here?” I whispered into the blonde's ear, loud enough for the other girls to hear. The blonde said nothing more, just got up off my lap and grabbed my hand, leading me away to somewhere a little more private. We didn't speak any words as we walked through the catacombs of the upper level of the country club. This chick knew exactly where she was going, taking turns quickly and assuredly, finally landing us in a red-lit room just off the hallway.

“So, what's your na -” I tried to get out before her finger landed on my lips, soon followed by her own plump mouth, pressed against mine along with her body right up against me. Her lips parted and her tongue soon explored my inner mouth as our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. The blonde soon skillfully hoisted herself up on a desk behind her before she began to make quick work of my shirt, ripping it open with no care or concern for the buttons holding it closed. Just as my hands started to inch up her smooth thighs to the area previously covered by a short length of fabric, I heard the door open.

“Can I come hang out with you guys?” a female voice asked. Turning around, I found a stunning brunette standing in the doorway in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties. She made her way towards us and I was so stunned I couldn't even speak. This was the rock star life I had dreamed of. Blonde on the desk removed her own clothes in record time and before long I had two beautiful, naked women kissing all over me and pawing at clothes to get them off of my body.

I tried, really tried, to live in the moment and realize what I knew should've been complete fantasy fulfillment. Instead, my mind continued to replay the image of Allie walking out of the country club, looking back wistfully one last time before leaving for good. As my cock was liberated from my pants and competed over, all I could think about was my soon-to-be stepsister. I imagine she wanted me to follow but I was trapped with an audience demanding I perform for them.

“Hang on. Hang on a second,” I told the girls as I pushed away, trying to catch my breath. The two naked women were stunned, clearly never having been in this position before. After giving me space for a moment, they found me again, certain I just needed a little convincing to get back to it. Both had a hand on my throbbing cock, their lips puckered and anxious to get me inside of them. 

“I'm sorry, I can't,” I told them while quickly putting my clothes back in place, doing my best to not even look at the girls, even I was disappointed by my reaction. They looked baffled and I wished I could've let them know I was just as confused. Instead I said no more and got out of there as fast as I could.

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Allie

Thankfully there was an unoccupied cab right outside the country club waiting and the driver quickly whisked me back to the farmhouse. Dakota and that Vida weren't around so I had at least a little peace to try and shut the world off for a little bit, try to forget and pretend like I was back in the city, away from all of this. Finn was continuing to mess with me, I needed to separate what I thought we once had together and instead focus on who he actually was: a cocky bad boy who, above all else, was about to become a member of my family. He wasn't worth the space he was taking up in my brain. My schoolgirl crush was forced to end due to reality and I couldn't keep raking myself over the coals for it. I knew what side of the fence I was on and I had to firmly plant my feet there.

Finn Aikens and his band SharkFin surprised the world by jumping onto the charts with the same old arrogant frat boy hard rock that has been cluttering the airwaves for years. What makes SharkFin different? What makes them stand above the countless other bar-bands serving up the same weathered tired anthems? Hordes of scared and angry young men have appointed Finn their leader and women the world over have been fooled by his apparent sensitivity. When you peel back the curtain though, you'll find what this reporter uncovered: a walking cliché interested most in the simplest pleasures and about as deep as the shallow end of a kiddie pool.

And he's not even that good looking...

My fingers typed furiously as the venom frothed in my brain. It was hard not to laugh at how easily the words came to me and also at how therapeutic this whole exercise was. Letting out this pent-up steam was the first thing that had made me feel better since my world had come crashing down.

Like some sort of poor-man's Captain Jack, Finn takes the stage armed with juvenile lyrics and a very basic understanding of the guitar strapped across his body.  SharkFin's devoted  fanbase couldn't care less, they continue to return for accessible fluff, comfort food.  Like crowds inside of a fast food restaurant, they know what they're eating is basically poison but push that to the back of their minds so that they can choke down another genetically produced, preservative laden slop-sandwich, the only redeeming quality of which is that it's warm, or in this case, ridiculously loud. The band cranks their amps “to 11” in an attempt to mask what they're selling as “music”.

It was mean, it was petty but I absolutely loved it. Mikki was gonna have a fit but thankfully, she didn't hold the reigns too tight. She was never hesitant to let me dig my own grave, which I appreciated. It may hurt Finn a little as well but that wasn't a concern of mine; he had enough people blowing smoke up his ass. Big boy was going to have to get used to the fact that some people were going to see through his shit.

Who knows what would be left of my diatribe after a few rounds of edits but so far, this was proving to be quite cathartic.  Finn was human, a flawed human who wasn't worth the pain and anguish he had caused me. If I we to be honest with myself, he wasn't even that hot. His look had been done a thousand times before and better too. The boyish charm would soon fade and he'd be just another washed up loser in leather pants.

I felt the chains keeping me tied to Finn fall off of my body as the epiphany erupted in my head: I had been making him out to be someone he was not. He was clearly flawed, hiding behind a made-up persona that was fooling people for the time being but unlikely to last. Once that major label album came out, he'd be a tiny fish in a big ocean of sharks ready to eat him up. His clock was ticking.  A little chuckle to myself as I thought about how silly it was of someone like me getting so hung up on someone like him.

“What are you doing?”

My blood ran cold as I heard his voice suddenly at my door.

*****

Finn

She didn't need to know that I blew off those hot girls to race back to her. She didn't need to know that I drove that bike way too fast and certainly too recklessly to get to her as soon as I could. All she needed to know was that I was there, in front of her.

"Hey," I muttered or something equally as aloof as I accidentally scared her. Allie hadn't been expecting me and she froze in place on her bed. She looked so damned cute with her eyes all wide, all flustered and waiting for me to make the next move. As she stared me down, I watched as she slowly tried to move her laptop out of view.

"What's that?!" I asked with added enthusiasm, a purpose now for my visit. Allie struggled to hide the laptop under her pillows, her braless chest bouncing with each movement she made on the bouncy bed. I dove onto her mattress to gain possession of that computer, to find out what she was up to.

My body landed on hers as we wrestled for control of her closed computer. Her legs wrapped around my body in an attempt for leverage, our outstretched arms intertwined against her soft blankets. We both had our hands on one portion of the computer as she let out a small, exasperated groan right into my ear. I could feel her breath against my face, her hair tickling my skin. I got incredibly hard almost immediately, pressing into the soft spot between her legs and against her pajama pants and I know she felt it.

"Finn..." she whispered as our eyes met, no longer fighting for control of the laptop but instead fighting against what we both clearly wanted so badly. I kept eye contact with her as my lips extended and met hers, soft, supple and inviting.

It was a slow, tentative kiss but enough to set my whole body on fire. I felt her all around me and realized we were meant for each other, we fit perfectly. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.

Not soon after our tongues had barely come into contact, I felt Allie's flat hands against my chest, applying increasing pressure to push us apart. It wasn't enough to deter me and I found her lips again, kissing her as though my life depended on it. She seemed at war with herself, trying to push me away while her mouth couldn't stop kissing me.

"Finn..." she whispered again while being sure to put a distance between us. "We can't."

Allie crossed her arms over her chest and scooted over to the far end of the bed, not even able to look at me as she pouted. The frustration boiled in my body and I reacted too quickly.

"Come on, you know you want more of this. Everyone does."

Her face turned sour at my poorly chosen words. A look of disgust soon washed over her face, something I never wanted her to feel about me.

"Don't you remember the chateau?" As I tried to get closer to her, Allie jumped off the bed and to the other side of the room. She turned her back to me when I tried to join her there.

"We had such a good time together..."

As Allie remained focused on the desk I had her up against, I pressed my whole self, including the stubborn erection, into her warm, inviting body. I felt her shiver as I caressed her bare arms.

"It meant nothing, Finn. It was just a fling. You meant nothing."

She squirmed a little but I wasn't budging, not after she so clearly tried to hurt me.

"It was just a fling," I purred into her ear. "I didn't mean anything, you're right. I just thought I'd give you another go-round with the best you'll ever have. This may be your last shot, there's a long line of girls begging me.”

I felt her body grow cold underneath me and, after doing her best to avoid making eye contact with me, she was now staring deeply into my eyes. It wasn't hard to see the hurt radiating from them, I had stuck the knife too deep.

Allie grabbed me by the arm and forcefully dragged me to the door. "You're such an asshole," she bellowed loud enough to convince us both that she meant it. Scrambling my brain for a retort proved futile and I stood there stunned, full of regret. When the door slammed in my face yet again, I still hasn't found the words to make it better.

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