Hidden Desires Unleashed

It was Wednesday, and I was counting the minutes before I would meet Drew again. I was wearing my simple black skirt, which ended just inches above my knees, and an ocean-blue shirt.

I had also planned to wear a leather jacket. Lily was throwing glances in my direction while sitting on her bed with one of her textbooks.

I had finished my studies an hour ago and was now sitting with my iPhone, scrolling through my social media pages.

“Becca, where are you going? It’s the third evening in a row already. Forgive me for prying, but I honestly don’t believe that it’s for your studies. You’re glowing.”

I must say she was right; I was really happy these days. I had forgotten about her brother and his bitchy girlfriend.

Since I also saw mutual interest between Lily and Rob, I didn't feel guilty about my breakup with him. It was the right thing to do for both of us.

“Lil, I am sorry… It’s just… that I met someone. It’s true. I don’t know what it is and where this is going. But I want to get to know this guy a little.”

“Do I know him? Is he from our college?”

“Lily, for now, I don’t want to tell you anything. It’s too early for that.”

“Does Kate know about this guy?” Lily was pouting.

She thought I didn’t trust her enough, but that wasn’t it. Even if I felt good with Drew, even if I enjoyed our time together, there was something that was bothering me. He acted sweet with me, but he wasn’t ready to be seen in my company, if he ever would be.

“God, no! You know more than her, and I appreciate that you haven’t told her anything. She would make my life hell, annoying me with her questions until I would crack.”

Just then, my phone buzzed. Drew would be in the parking lot in five minutes.

“Sorry, Lil. I gotta go. Night!”

“Night, Becca.”

As I sat in Drew’s car, I leaned over and kissed his lips. They were a little salty. I looked him over and saw a small bruise on his cheek, just under his right eye.

“Hey. What is it? Rough practice?”

“It was hell. Coach yelled at us like crazy. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he was furious at the beginning of practice. He only relaxed a little at the end. So, you know, the atmosphere was tense and unfriendly.”

“Did you apply ice to it?” I asked, looking at his cheek with concern. “It might become a nasty bruise on your face.”

“My face has seen way worse than that.”

“Drew…”

“No, I didn’t. I took a shower, changed, and drove here to see you.”

“Could we go back to the field? I am sure there will be some ice in your locker room. Or in the coach’s room.”

Drew observed me with pursed lips. He was annoyed with me, I could tell. But I wasn’t going to back away, not now. I stared back at him. Finally, he shook his head and started the engine.

Fifteen minutes later, I returned to his car from the drugstore. I treated his wound, which turned out to be a cut. Not deep, but when I applied an antiseptic to it, he winced.

When I finished, I leaned back in my seat and looked at Drew. He seemed angry.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yep.” His answer was curt; he started the engine and drove. I was afraid to ask him anything. He was not himself tonight. At least he wasn’t my Drew, with whom I’d spent my time before.

Drew stopped his car, and I stared at him—he had driven us to the field. The spotlights were off; there was near-total darkness, which made my thoughts glum.

He stepped out of the car and waited for me to follow him. When I was near him, he took my hand and walked us in the direction of the field. I didn’t have any idea where he was taking me.

Other than his car, the parking lot was empty.

After a short walk, we entered the locker room. Without releasing my hand, Drew walked us to the bench and motioned for me to sit down. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight. I refused to sit.

I wanted to know why he was acting so strangely.

“Drew, what is going on?”

“Nothing.” We were standing facing each other. Nothing, he said. Is he for real? Fucking hell!

“If you’re going to continue to act like that, I will leave you here alone and walk back to my room. I don’t want to play games. Either you’re honest with me, or you’re not.”

In seconds, Drew was all over me. His kisses were so urgent and raw, like he was going to devour me with his lips.

I kissed him back, but under the powerful push of his body, I took a few steps back, and now, my back was pressed to the locker. Drew didn’t wait a second longer; he was immediately beside me, his hands on my breasts.

He took my jacket and tossed it on the bench. He looked me over, and again, I saw the Drew I had seen from our first time together. There was pure desire in his eyes. That look alone turned me on.

Imagine what his kisses were doing to me!

He started kissing my neck, while his hands massaged and squeezed my breasts. He didn’t undress me yet, but still, I was enjoying his touch. He stopped to look at me, boring his eyes into mine.

Then he licked his lips, and without another blink, he bent down and raised my skirt. I tensed up: what was he up to? He lowered my panties to my ankles. Then he stood upright and looked me in the eyes again.

I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I guess he saw what he wanted to see.

He spread my legs a little wider with his knee, and the next thing I knew, he got down again with his hands on my butt, positioning me for what was to come.

I knew what he was going to do, and still, I was surprised as his tongue started to play with my clit. He was licking me slowly, savoring every moment. I was at his mercy.

He made me cum in three minutes. It had never been that fast for me. Never. But with Drew, I wasn't surprised. He was experienced; he knew exactly what to do to me. He got up with his usual grin and winked at me.

“You even taste so fucking good. You're perfect, Rebecca.”

I placed my hand at the back of his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him with all my might. He returned my kiss, pressing himself against me. I felt him harden, and I smiled.

“Thank you for looking after me... I'm not used to it, honestly,” Drew whispered between his kisses.

“It's okay. I wanted to take care of you.” My hand moved from his neck to his groin. I knew he wanted me. “Take me, Drew.”

“You know me... You don't need to ask twice.”

He kissed my lips, and the next thing I knew, he turned me around so I was facing the locker. I heard his fly unzip and the sound of a condom wrapper.

I spread my legs further and leaned a little more forward, giving him better access. Drew groaned in appreciation. I felt his hands on my hips as he steadied me in place. A few seconds later, he was inside me. It felt perfect, like his dick was created just for me.

We started slowly, moving in a rhythm that had become familiar to us. Soon our moans mingled, growing louder. His thrusts became rougher and faster. I felt him trembling inside me; he was close, and so was I.

“Don’t hold it, Becca... Squeeze me... I fucking love it...” He was short of breath.

Soon, we felt ourselves release together. And I knew... I was in deep shit.

I liked Drew Milton. Not just sex with him. ~Him~. I was falling for him. And my feelings for him could easily be my downfall.

We stayed in the locker room for a little bit. I sat on the bench with Drew’s head on my lap. We kissed some more, and I asked Drew to tell me more about their practice.

I could tell he was glad to talk about it; I was a good listener.

“Do you want to play football after graduation?”

“Nah. That won’t be in the picture. My dad is running our family business, and he expects me to inherit it. He expects me to continue working for our company…”

“Is that what you want?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want. I always knew that college would be my last stop before I became a serious and boring businessman.”

“That sucks.”

“Why do you think so?” Drew asked. My fingers were running up and down through his hair, lightly scratching and massaging his scalp with my fingernails.

“Well… I don’t know. We all have our dreams to pursue. When I was little, I wanted to become a model, then an actress… One day I woke up and decided that I wanted to become a vet. But for the last couple of years, I’ve realized that I love writing; that’s what brings me joy.

“So here I am, studying English literature, in the hope of becoming a writer someday. When I graduate from college, I am planning to work for a newspaper or magazine to gain experience.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t have any dreams of your own. I don’t believe you. Even my ex had his dreams, and he wasn’t the smartest guy on Earth.”

“Why do I need to dream about anything, if, from my childhood, my father and grandad were telling me that I will follow in their footsteps,” Drew replied.

“They weren’t interested in my success with football. It didn’t impress them. They were interested only in my good grades. Mom, on the other hand, was always at my games, cheering for me. But she couldn’t do anything against my father’s will.

“When I realized that I don’t have a choice, I started to just enjoy my time, as much as I could. It was when I started hanging out a lot: parties, alcohol, girls, fights. I didn’t give a damn about it.

“Mom was upset with me while my father…he didn’t care. He said that I could do anything that I wanted until I graduated from college. After that, he won’t tolerate my shit any longer. I will start working for his company.”

“That’s horrible, Drew… I am sorry…” I bent down and pressed my lips to his. He answered my kiss immediately. This kiss was different from our others. It was full of tenderness.

“Don’t be, Becca… I guess I got used to the idea a long time ago. The only thing I argued with my father about was my relationship with girls. He wanted to pick the girl for me on his own, one from our circle—the daughter of one of his friends, or business partners.

“I told him, if he tries to do that, I won’t work for him, and I will leave for another state or another country. He was mad, but it worked. That subject is now closed.”

“Do you think that your father wouldn’t approve of us?” As soon as I asked, I realized it was a mistake. We weren’t a couple, and I wasn’t his girlfriend. But at the same time, the thought had flashed in my mind, and I wanted for him to reassure me. To tell me that he wanted to be with me.

“Fuck… It’s already midnight. You have classes in the morning, right?”

Drew got up from the bench and extended his hand to me. I felt a certain emptiness. Who was I to him? Another conquest?

I smiled at him and got up, taking his hand. I didn’t want to give him the idea that his behavior hurt me. He brought me to the dorm. I kissed him on the cheek and walked inside the building. As I closed the door behind my back, I sighed, leaning my back on it.

What was I expecting? That these days meant something to him? That I meant something to Drew? I was wrong. Did I need to go to the game? To the party?

I was sure now that he would easily find a new girl at the party. Our whole college was anticipating the upcoming game. I had started to look forward to it, too, because of Drew, but now... I decided to wait for tomorrow.

This time, Drew didn’t tell me that he was planning to come for me.