Rags 2 Pitches: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (5 page)

Chapter 13

Ryan

I walked into the room, trying not to think about the money that I had just spent. I sat on the bed and took in my surroundings. The room wasn’t that big. The double bed was just what we needed and we could easily fit on it.

Then, I heard a noise from the bathroom as if she was preparing to go out, like Mum does when she knows that one of her boyfriends is coming around.

She could spend hours in there, which was great, but I was feeling nervous. I sat on the edge of the bed, scared to mess up the white sheets and the purple cover that was draped at the edge of it. There was a wooden table opposite it and it had a kettle and a couple of glasses and cups for us to make a hot drink.

Everything in the room was neat, just as I imagined Nicola’s room to be. Neat and tidy with a big double bed and cream walls, with one wall painted purple to match the cover.

It was modern and felt posh. Not like the sheets that were on my bed, which felt as if they had been used more times than I had had hot dinners.

Everything was clean and I felt as if touching something would make it dirty. There was one picture that hung on the wall, maybe to give the place a homey feeling. I stood up and looked at it. I had written at the bottom of it, Dulwich in the 1900s.

Amazing how much the place had changed over time. There were no cars on the road, just one big bush, just greenery. No houses, cars or anything, it was just rural. That must have been what Dulwich Village was like before all the yuppies moved in.

I still had my bag in my hand and I was sitting down like a frightened child. I laughed at the idea of one of the guys on the team seeing me. They would crack up at the foul-mouthed Ryan Thompson sitting on the edge of the bed like some fucking wimp.

I wanted to put the TV on, the widescreen one that hung on the wall, but the idea of watching something distracted me. It would make me even more nervous.

I looked out through the curtains and saw a couple of people walking past, probably to go to a restaurant or something. This was Nicola’s world. Not mine.

I drew the curtains, thinking that if I could see people on the street then they could see in. I was just about to knock on the door and tell Nicola to forget it, I wasn’t worthy of having sex with someone like her.

The couple of girls that I had been with, Sharon and Tracey, it was a quick romp before their parents came home from the benefits office. That was all we did on our Estate. Not only were our parents fucking like crazy, so were the teenagers, whenever we got bored. I think with Sharon we first did it in the bushes behind the estate, and with Tracey it was in her room. Her mum actually worked for a living, it was her dad that seemed to waste it all at the bottom of a bottle. Her mum prided herself on being the only one that was married and in a relationship, which was nothing to be proud of seeing as when she was at work, he was fucking all the women on the estate. Half the kids looked like him, but her mum turned a blind eye to it, just so that she could remain proud.

Pathetic really.

I was so fucking nervous, when she came out of what I thought was the bathroom and later found out that it was just a shower with a sink and a bog. The room wasn’t big enough to swing a cat.

But she looked beautiful, her dark hair was tied up in a bun. She wore some sexy leather number that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were fucking screaming out my name and my cock responded by jerking as if it was in an electric chair. It wanted her so damn bad and so did I.

Chapter 14

Nicola

“Were you going?” I asked as I saw that he was standing by the chair and had his bag still in his hand. He hadn’t even taken off his coat. I’d left mine in the shower room and turned off the light.

I hadn’t ever been naked in front of anyone. Even Mum, but here I was, practically naked, in a leather bodice that cupped my breasts so that they were practically spilling out of them and a garter on my left leg, which I thought was a nice touch.

I’d even quickly hit the shower, just so that I would feel perfect, but as soon as I put on the outfit I felt wet. The idea of his cock riding inside my tunnel was just enough for me to feel as if I was going to ride him like a fucking train.

“No. I. Weren’t.”

He was speechless as his eyes raced up and down my body. I smiled at the way he was looking at me, with hunger and passion, as he licked his lips.

“You weren't what?” I said as I swayed my hips from side-to-side and drew closer towards him. The hunger that had been in him as we’d entered the room was either scared or just paralyzed. I felt as if I was the one that needed to take control, as I took hold of his bag and dropped it on the floor.

He dragged his hand gently down my back. It was so soft, as if he was stroking silk. I closed my eyes for a brief second, unable to look at him, wondering if at any minute he was going to bolt out of the door as he had been attempting to do minutes before I’d walked in.

I wondered if it was the money.

One hundred for the night was probably what he earned working two jobs for the week. I felt guilty, and that was part of the reason I’d been in the bathroom for so long. Wondering how to tell him that I was going to pay. I’d been saving up, not spending the little money that Dad had been putting in my account each week, because I never knew if eventually he would stop giving me money, and I wanted to go to uni so badly.

I’d even contemplated getting a job at Starbucks with Ryan, just so that we could see each other, and then there would be none of this sneaking around.

I trembled a little, but I couldn’t move.

“I wanted tonight to be special.”

He nodded, “Just being with you is special enough. It doesn’t matter where we are. I just want to be with you.”

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, I took him to the bed and laid down. He started to massage my body, going up and down, paying attention to every part of it.

The lower he moved down my body, the deeper I made noises. I didn’t want to act as if I was losing control, but I couldn’t pretend. Especially when he stopped to take off his coat and he stood in his shirt and jeans. I wanted to take them off, but then I wanted him to control me.

Do what he pleased with me.

I was completely at his mercy.

The mood changed from being sensual to sexual.

“I brought some oils,” I laughed, as I had thought about everything. I had read on the subject as if I was writing a thesis on it.

Oils, lubes, condoms, the whole works.

There was nothing that I hadn’t left out to prepare for today. Every part of me that needed to be shaved was done professionally, my nails had been manicured and my feet pedicured.

It was as if I was preparing for my wedding day, even though I had a few years to go.

He asked, “In the bathroom?”

I nodded and then he left me there, aching for his touch once more.

I heard him laughing and I thought that he must have seen all the equipment that I had neatly left out on the side of the sink.

He came back and applied the oil, working the firm globes of my ass, slowly but occasionally dipping close to my sex.

He made sure that he never touched it, yet he was so damn close.

I shifted, releasing little whimpers, but not making too much noise. I couldn’t hear anyone in the room next door, but I was sure that the walls were thin.

Chapter 15

Ryan

I had no doubt that she wanted to do more than just have sex. She had a whole sex catalogue next door in the bathroom, but I didn’t want gimmicks or to have a quick tumble.

No, I wanted to explore her and make sure that she knew that I appreciated her, and most of all worshipped her, as if she was a goddess.

“Your hands are so fantastic, you’ve done this before?”

The only person that I had massaged, and she had taught me well as I could see by the way Nicola was wriggling on the bed, was my Nan after she had done about five shifts of cleaning.

I couldn’t tell her that, that would completely put her off.

I ignored her question and said, “This is just the beginning.”

Parting her legs, I stroked gently across her inner thighs, moving towards her pussy. She was so turned on by this point, I could feel the excitement in the air and her lips glistened.

I wanted to slip my finger into her softness, bury my tongue in it and lick the fuck out of it until she couldn’t speak any more.

But I took a deep breath and took off my shirt. She had gone to so much trouble, nothing was going to get in the way of that.

Nothing.

Every single time my hand drifted closer to her sex, her hips bucked up more wildly. There was nothing at the bottom of this corset. I could see her pussy lips fucking screaming my name as she buckled up and they opened wide, it seemed as if it was so damn wet it was crying a fucking river.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

I knew the answer to the question, but I wanted her to beg.

This beautiful flower in front of me, would beg for a lowlife like me to be inside of her.

“Please,” no longer did she try and control herself, she started to fucking beg.

“What?” I growled, making her want to scream at the anticipation of me being inside of her. I started to take off my jeans and socks as if there was an urgency. There was one; I needed to be inside of her.

I put my hand just on the entrance of her sex, my fingers splayed around it. I had a sense of power that I couldn’t explain and it fucking turned me on knowing that this beautiful woman's pleasure was in my hands.

I kept on stroking the outside of her sex softly and leaned close to her head, while tracing my tongue up to her lips.

I should have gone back to the bathroom and got the condoms that she had so neatly displayed in there, but I wanted to feel myself inside of her.

I stroked my cock back and forth as it gently entered in and out of her sex. My tongue slowly moved inside her mouth as it had done when we had first entered the room. I didn’t want her to be in pain. I wanted her to savor every inch of me, but I knew that she would in time. It didn’t have to happen all at once.

As I pushed my way deeper inside of her, her body welcomed me with open arms. I’d expected her to be nervous and uptight. I should have taken the bodice off her body, and felt every inch of it. The only part that was really covered was the part under her breasts and the side of her hips. The rest of her was bare, but I wanted every inch of her to be naked under my body.

She was so damn wet and burying my length and every stroke felt so damn easy.

“I thought it would hurt,” She whispered and that gave me comfort, knowing that she wasn’t in pain as I continued to hold on to her hips and push myself deeper into her.

I started slowly, giving her time to adjust, before relishing her slickness and warmth. Our bodies started to sync in with each other, as if they were moving to the same music.

She bucked gently beneath me, pressing upwards in time with the rhythm. Each stroke felt so damn good and every moan told me that she felt the same way.

Her muscles started to tighten as she screamed so damn loud that I thought that they would throw us out of the hotel. The louder she screamed, the harder I rocked the bed, knowing that I had pushed her to the edge.

Her coming around my cock drove me fucking wild. I could feel every contraction through her into me.

It was too much for me to hold onto, and I knew that my self-control had been lost as I shuddered and came along with her. The mountain of tension that had built inside of me and my hips took on a whole new life. First low in my balls, and it radiated up to my shaft, spiraling out of control.

“I’m fucking coming,” I panted as the noises of the bed were out of control.

This was what I had been missing my whole sexual experience in life. With the two girls that I had shagged, an orgasm meant that I was relieving myself, not connecting with someone.

Nicola laughed as I flopped on top of her, “Great, they’ll probably chuck us out for making too much noise.”

I didn’t care as I struggled to take off her bodice and purred, “You better catch your breath, because we’re going to do that again.”

She smiled and said, “You really are a bad fucking boy.”

The posh beautiful flower was turning into a foul mouthed one, and I loved it.

Chapter 16

Nicola

There wasn’t one piece of my body that wasn’t hurting. Every part of me ached and, as the alarm went off for him to go to work, I just didn't want him to leave. He let go of me, because I had been sleeping in his arms and he whispered, “Babes, I need to go.”

He’d called me babes!

I just couldn’t resist. Fuck pride and everything else.

“Look you didn’t need to pay for the hotel. I can give you the money back. And, as for breakfast, I just don’t want to have it alone. I’ll pay whatever wages you miss out on today. Just take a sick day or anything.”

I had tears in my eyes and I felt like a selfish cow, but I really didn’t want him to leave. Next week we were back at school, it would be back to being under my parents’ lock and key. I didn’t want that. I was a fucking adult, being treated like a child.

Ryan was the first person who actually knew me. Talked to me. Listened to me. Maybe even cared about me. Not Nicola Willis, but the real me. I was finding it so hard to be away from him. Connecting with someone like that wasn’t something that I could turn my back on, especially when you’re like me. Fucking lonely 24/7, even though I was surrounded by people.

“So, what do you want me to do? Stay for the day or the weekend?”

I felt as if it was the happiest day of my life.
“You could do that?”

He nodded, “Well, the kids are all with Nan and who knows where Mum is? So, apart from going to work today, I don’t have another shift ‘til Monday, and I’ve got nothing better to do.”

I smiled, wondering if that was an insult or a compliment? When he said that he had nothing better to do.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

He probably could see the confusion on my face.

“ I meant that I would rather be with you, but it’s like I always have to work.”

I hated to say it, but it wasn’t exactly true. In a few weeks he would be in Manchester, and everything would be paid for. He didn’t need to work at the rate that he was working at the moment. He did it out of habit. He had signed the contract and would be there in March, whereas I would be here, like I always was.

“I still don’t get why you have to work during the summer.”

He laughed, “Yes, we know that you don't want me to go. I just can’t keep working these hours and playing football. I should get my BTECs, which is mainly practical stuff, so the rest I can do at night. Instead of working like a slave.”

Then he hesitated as he said, “Let me call and then we’ll go down and have breakfast together.” He smiled as he kissed me on the head, “Or we could have it in bed?”

I squealed like a little kid, the thought about us just chilling in bed together, eating and getting to know each other better properly. This was going to be a fantastic weekend. I quickly got up to pee, while he made the sick call. Then, I grabbed my phone to listen to any messages. It was only ten, but I thought that I would check, just in case. There was nothing, like I had hoped that there wouldn’t be.

Today was Ryan and my day and nothing would get in the way of that. Especially not my mum and dad.

***

“So, what is the deal with your mum?” He had said stuff about her a few times, he knew about my mum and her drinking habit, but he would say stuff about his mum in pieces, and then always change the topic back to football.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a full English,” he said as he put a piece of bacon in my mouth and then started to stuff the fried egg in his mouth as if his life depended on it.

I thought for a moment about my constant obsession with my weight and I agreed, “But then I don't think that I’ve ever had a full English.”

My Mum had made a point of pointing out every girl that was in my school that was overweight. Telling me the type of woman that they would be when they were older and it never was a pretty picture. The funny thing was the fact that Mum wasn’t overweight, but her life was far from pretty. People are so quick to judge others, but don’t see their own life for what it really is; and in my Mum’s case, it was one big nightmare.

“Well.”

He drank some juice as if he was considering his words carefully. We were facing each other across the table like a couple, and it hadn’t felt official until now. He had explored my body and I in turn had done the same with him.

How long I had waited to do it with someone; I never knew it would be with the guy that had watched me every day from across the street.

That boy was Ryan Thompson and I was head over heels in love with him.

“Mum is the kind of woman that believes a man could make her happy.”

We had more in common then he thought. “Like mine.”

“Errh?”

“Well, Mum hangs on to my dad thinking that one day he will be faithful and maybe they can go back to the way things were, but that’s not going to happen.”

He shook his head, disappointed with my words, “Why do you say it like that? It may happen one day.”

I argued, “He cheats on her. I don’t even know if it’s the same woman that he goes to each and every weekend or different ones. Actually it doesn’t matter. He cheats on her and doesn’t even pretend that he’s not doing it.”

His reply shocked me, “Well, maybe if your Mum stopped drinking, then he would stop.”

“How could you say that? You don’t even know what she’s like.”

He nodded, “True. I’m just thinking of her like my Mum. Selfish. Always thinking of herself, and no one else. My Mum’s got four kids by three different guys and, instead of trying to make things right for her kids, all she does is think of herself.”

He looked sad as he continued to talk about her abusive boyfriend, the last one that had tried to have sex with his sister. The whole thing kind of made me feel sick. And then I started to realize that maybe he was right. Mum drank like a fish because she wanted to get to Dad. Even though she took me to school or picked me up, we’d never had a conversation. It would only consist of, “Bye.” or “What time should I pick you up?” “Do you have an exam today?”

I didn’t even think that she knew that I was going to study medicine at uni. She didn’t even bother to ask what unis I’d applied to. Dad only asked to make sure that it was one of the top elite, so I wasn’t letting the family name down.

The more Ryan spoke about his Mum, the more of a connection I felt towards him. He had no idea where his Dad lived or what he was doing these days. Mine may have been in the same house, but lately the only reason we even conversed was because he wanted to make sure that I was as far away from Ryan as possible. I wondered for a split second if he had given up on chasing after me and decided that he would chase after the one thing that he really desired: women.

Our conversation turned sour the more he spoke about his past. I wanted him to hold me and protect me, but at the same time I wanted to show him love, something that I felt had been missing from his life until now.

We were more connected then we had both ever realized and, as he gently pressed his lips against mine, I wanted him inside of me all over again. As we had been doing all through the night.

“I love you, Ryan Thompson.” I said as I put our breakfast tray to the side, and he whispered, “I love you so much more.”

Chapter 17

Nicola

“Aunt, you’re cool with this?”

She looked at me with concern on her face, “I don’t like lying to your mother. You know I don’t, but…”

There was that bit, which I hated. We stood in Euston Station and I was getting ready to board the train to Manchester, “You’re eighteen, an adult, and you should be treated as one.”

We were lying to my parents that I was staying with her, so that I could get the train up to Manchester and spend the weekend with Ryan. It was the Easter holidays and I should have been studying, but I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since we’d spent the weekend at the InnKeeper’s Lodge, I had found more ways to sneak out and that had included spending days with my aunt.

She lived a bit further out in Herne Hill, which was not too far from my house and was easy walking distance from school. Mum had said that she was going to stay with her mum in Rome for a while, because Grandma was sick.

That was part of the reason that she’d never called me that weekend, she was worried about Grandma. I felt a bit guilty, but it didn’t make sense that only Mum went and not Aunt. After all, she didn’t have any kids.

She said that Mum volunteered and it was only yesterday I had found out the truth, that Dad had kicked my Mum out of the house, because he’d arrived home on Saturday and found her in bed with another man. She’d wanted to get to my Dad and it looked as if she had pushed one too many buttons.

Aunt Marie was pretty and had never been married. She had come over to the UK with my Mum, to be a teacher. Mum only had one thing on her mind when she was a teenager and that was to get herself a husband, so she wouldn’t have to be like her older sister and work.

“Thank you,” I repeated as I kissed her on the cheek and left her side. A silent tear ran down her cheek, because she knew that sooner or later I wouldn’t be going to Manchester just for a visit, but for good.

She was the only one who knew the truth about my pregnancy. She’d even gone with me to the clinic to help me go through my options. I was pregnant. It had been one night that had ended up being several nights of carelessness after he’d told me that he was about to leave. I couldn't let the man leave without him knowing how much he meant to me.

I’d turned into this desperate damsel in distress. Everything that I had hated about my Mum and Dad felt like it was reflected every time I sent him a message begging him to come over. The sad part was, when I’d found out about Mum, I hadn’t felt remorseful or sad about the fact that my own Mum had been thrown out of her house. In fact, it had made it a lot easier for me. No longer did I have to worry about sneaking around two parents, because now there was only one, one that was never home.

The joke was the fact that Dad had thrown her out for cheating. Sure, it was disrespectful that she had done it in their bed. But they didn’t even sleep in the same room. Her bed had been hers for so many years now, I couldn’t even remember a time that my parents were actually together.

As I found my seat and sat on the train, I thought about what I was going to tell Ryan. He said that he had a flat in Manchester which he shared with another guy. He sounded so old, even though he had only been there a couple of weeks.

Everything about us had changed and, as I picked up the phone to call him, he beat me to it.

“Hey, you on the train?”

He sounded so excited, just like I was when I had booked the tickets.

“I am officially on my way,” I said as the driver made the announcement that we would reach there in just over two and a half hours.

“I wish I could talk to you for the whole journey.”

Now, I knew that I wasn’t the only sappy one. He was just as bad as I was and, at times, he could be even worse.

“Well, you could if you wanted to?”

“Really?” he screeched down the phone. “But you need to study, girl. Cause when you get here, I’m going to do all types of nasty.”

“Is that a promise?” I flirted.

He laughed, “Yep, I even cleaned up yesterday. I wanted everything to be perfect for when you got here.”

That was the thing I loved about him the most. Most guys would pretend that they hadn’t made a fuss, but Ryan always said exactly what was on his mind. It just made me love him even more. The one thing that I was missing in my life was honesty.

“Good boy.”

He continued, “I even bought some silk sheets. Don’t get the wrong idea, it's not like I’m made of money, but I thought that I would treat you, and I even found some nice restaurants that we could go to.”

“You mean we're not going to be eating at McDonald’s?”

I sighed with a fake disappointment.

“Nah, not even Starbucks. I can’t stand that shit any more.”

I laughed, “I must admit I was getting sick and tired of the stuff too. So, where are we eating?”

“I may not be the most romantic guy on the earth, but I would like to leave an element of surprise. Is it two hours and thirty minutes yet?”

I laughed, “I think it’s now two hours and twenty five minutes.”

“Shit, is that all?”

“Afraid so.”

Then I remembered that he had a roommate, “What about the guy that you’re sharing with, will he be there?”

I just wanted to know what to expect when I got there.

“Nah, he has a girlfriend here so he's staying with her on the weekends. The game tomorrow is only a friendly one. There are no matches until after the summer, so I think the coach just wanted to get a feel for some of us new players. Why?”

I went quiet, because all of a sudden I thought about the girls that would go to matches, just to hook up with the guys thinking that they would be professional footballers one day. Suddenly the distance between us felt so wide. He must have known why I was quiet because he said, “Remember, Nicola Willis, I love you.”

I smiled so much that I felt as if I heard everyone on the train say, “Ahhhh.” But I knew that it was a figment of my imagination. No one was interested in us, let alone me. I was just a silly woman that was supposed to go to uni and now I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. There was this really stupid part of me, the one that heard my aunt say that she would support me. I thought about studying. At least I would get my A levels out of the way, so if I did decide to have the baby I could go to uni eventually. Maybe Aunt would support me. Or, better still, Ryan would.

“Let me catch up on some reading seeing as I’m not getting any done this weekend.”

“Well, I’ve got to go to the game tomorrow, but I’m on the bench so I doubt I’ll play. But I need to get up early. Apart from that I’m all yours until Sunday night when you go back.”

Good, because we had some catching up to do and it would take more than just one day. Most likely the whole weekend.