developed
between her thighs standing still under the showerhead. Enjoying the
pulsing stream of water cascading over her skin, she smiled as the
recollection of their coming together danced behind her eyelids...
Craig had been upset when she slipped out of bed that morning to take a
quick shower. To her surprise, as soon as she turned the water on, he slipped
inside the stall behind her and joined her under the warm spray. When she
turned around, his lips covered hers in a sweet, tender kiss that quickly
turned probing and insistent. In her mind’s eye, Casey pictured how his
arms had slipped around her waist. How big his hands were, as they slid
slowly down her soapy body to cup her firmly from behind. Caught up in
the feel of his arousal, pressed so intimately against her abdomen, Casey’s
own hips swayed toward him in liquid invitation. She felt Craig’s entire
body tense in need, as her seductive movements went straight to his head,
causing the muscular arms beneath her fingertips to harden and bunch.
In a flash, his grasp on her backside tightened as he lifted her with ease and
pinned her back firmly against the shower wall. She remembered wrapping
her arms around his neck, holding on tight while he positioned himself
between her thighs. Then he was there, entering her in one powerful, fluid
60
movement. Her breathing became labored as he took possession of her
flesh, driving into her again and again, completely taking her breath away.
Then, the doorbell rang. The doorbell rang?
The ringing bell invaded her delicious thoughts and it took Casey a
moment before she realized someone was at the door. When she did her,
eyes popped open and the hot memory instantly slipped away, like so much
water down the drain.
Thinking it might be Craig, she reached for a towel. She dried off quickly
and threw on a terry cloth robe. Rushing to see who it was, she felt that
hopeful feeling slip away as she opened the door to find J.R. standing there,
wearing a huge grin.
Reading her obvious disappointment, the boy couldn’t help teasing Casey as
he walked inside. “What? Were you expecting Brad Pitt?”
She smiled slightly as he came in, and gave him a brief hug before closing
the door. Feeling the need to explain she told him, “Very funny. I thought
you might be Craig,” then a sudden thought struck. “Is everything alright at
home,” she asked. “Are you okay?”
“When has anything ever been alright at home?” His neutral tone gave
nothing away.
Casey walked over to her small sofa and sat down. Looking at him, she
tapped the seat next to her, motioning him to join her. “So, what’s up?”
“We got kicked out of the Center.” His off-base answer and hesitant tone
threw her for a moment. She sat waiting for him to explain and he didn’t
disappoint her. “Me and the guys can’t play basketball there anymore until
my coach gets back to supervise us.”
Thinking there had to be more, she prompted him, “So, what else?”
As if on cue, he opened up completely, sharing what was really on his
mind. “She’s got another new boyfriend. This one’s into crack.”
Casey knew J.R. was speaking about his mother. Since J.R.’s dad left, it
seemed his mom had the misfortune of meeting more than her share of
losers. Casey studied him in silence, her own worries fading as she focused
on the boy. Although they were distant cousins on his mother’s side, their
families had never been close. So she was surprised when he started coming
around when she moved back in town several months ago. They started
spending a lot of time together and Casey quickly became genuinely fond of
J.R. That’s how Casey found out about his situation at home. Whenever
things got out of hand at home, J.R. would normally crash at his coach’s
apartment. Her moving back in town, however, meant he had one other
place to go when there was trouble at home.
61
J.R. slumped lower on the sofa, getting
between her thighs standing still under the showerhead. Enjoying the
pulsing stream of water cascading over her skin, she smiled as the
recollection of their coming together danced behind her eyelids...
Craig had been upset when she slipped out of bed that morning to take a
quick shower. To her surprise, as soon as she turned the water on, he slipped
inside the stall behind her and joined her under the warm spray. When she
turned around, his lips covered hers in a sweet, tender kiss that quickly
turned probing and insistent. In her mind’s eye, Casey pictured how his
arms had slipped around her waist. How big his hands were, as they slid
slowly down her soapy body to cup her firmly from behind. Caught up in
the feel of his arousal, pressed so intimately against her abdomen, Casey’s
own hips swayed toward him in liquid invitation. She felt Craig’s entire
body tense in need, as her seductive movements went straight to his head,
causing the muscular arms beneath her fingertips to harden and bunch.
In a flash, his grasp on her backside tightened as he lifted her with ease and
pinned her back firmly against the shower wall. She remembered wrapping
her arms around his neck, holding on tight while he positioned himself
between her thighs. Then he was there, entering her in one powerful, fluid
60
movement. Her breathing became labored as he took possession of her
flesh, driving into her again and again, completely taking her breath away.
Then, the doorbell rang. The doorbell rang?
The ringing bell invaded her delicious thoughts and it took Casey a
moment before she realized someone was at the door. When she did her,
eyes popped open and the hot memory instantly slipped away, like so much
water down the drain.
Thinking it might be Craig, she reached for a towel. She dried off quickly
and threw on a terry cloth robe. Rushing to see who it was, she felt that
hopeful feeling slip away as she opened the door to find J.R. standing there,
wearing a huge grin.
Reading her obvious disappointment, the boy couldn’t help teasing Casey as
he walked inside. “What? Were you expecting Brad Pitt?”
She smiled slightly as he came in, and gave him a brief hug before closing
the door. Feeling the need to explain she told him, “Very funny. I thought
you might be Craig,” then a sudden thought struck. “Is everything alright at
home,” she asked. “Are you okay?”
“When has anything ever been alright at home?” His neutral tone gave
nothing away.
Casey walked over to her small sofa and sat down. Looking at him, she
tapped the seat next to her, motioning him to join her. “So, what’s up?”
“We got kicked out of the Center.” His off-base answer and hesitant tone
threw her for a moment. She sat waiting for him to explain and he didn’t
disappoint her. “Me and the guys can’t play basketball there anymore until
my coach gets back to supervise us.”
Thinking there had to be more, she prompted him, “So, what else?”
As if on cue, he opened up completely, sharing what was really on his
mind. “She’s got another new boyfriend. This one’s into crack.”
Casey knew J.R. was speaking about his mother. Since J.R.’s dad left, it
seemed his mom had the misfortune of meeting more than her share of
losers. Casey studied him in silence, her own worries fading as she focused
on the boy. Although they were distant cousins on his mother’s side, their
families had never been close. So she was surprised when he started coming
around when she moved back in town several months ago. They started
spending a lot of time together and Casey quickly became genuinely fond of
J.R. That’s how Casey found out about his situation at home. Whenever
things got out of hand at home, J.R. would normally crash at his coach’s
apartment. Her moving back in town, however, meant he had one other
place to go when there was trouble at home.
61
J.R. slumped lower on the sofa, getting
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