Flashback Two

January 1996

Rig entered the locker room after the last football game he’d play as a high college senior. He was melancholy as he changed out of his jersey and undershirt. He kept is football pants on, though. They were comfortable enough. Even though they’d won the game, he still felt like he’d lost something. “Cheer up, Johnson,” Lance said slapping him on the back. “This may have been our last game, but we went out with a bang!”

Rig grinned at his friend. “Whatever you say, Lancelot,” Rig teased. He and Lance had had a rocky begin to their relationship as freshmen, but as the months wore on, they had formed a kind of friendship. Turns out, nobody had stood up to Lance before so Rig quickly became the talk of the college. Lance had ultimately apologized and the two had tolerated each other for a while before solidifying their relationship on the football field. Lance was a hell of a quarterback and any time Rig was open, the ball would come sailing beautifully into his hands.

“I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but since you went that route,” Lance chided, “you almost cost us the game in the third by almost fumbling that pass I sent your way.”

“Yeah, well,” Rig shot back, “what happened to that sexy ass spiral you’re always sending down the field. It’s a miracle in itself that I even caught the damn thing! Damn ball was wobbling harder than those bald ass tires you got on that piece of shit Chevy you drive around.”

“Oh, man,” Lance joked, going for a headlock. “You done fucked up now, Riggie-boy. You don’t mess with a man’s truck!”

Rig dodged him easily and the two squared off in a playful tussle. “Is that what you call it?” Rig laughed. “Looks like it belongs in the junkyard!”

“It’s a sight better than that piece of shit ‘found on road dead’ you drive around!” he shot back.

“That’s ‘first on race day’ to you, pansy ass!” Rig grinned and the two locked hands. They each tried to overpower the other and when neither of them could get an benefit over their opponent, they gave up and sat down on the bench against the wall, breathing heavily. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

“Gonna miss this,” Lance said, a far away look in his eyes as he looked around.

“Yeah,” Rig replied. “But, hey. We still got four more months til graduation.”

“That’s true,” Lance said. He looked over at Rig. “Taking Rebecca out tonight?”

“Thought about it,” Rig replied. “Not sure how her parents are going to react, though.”

“What do you mean?” Lance asked.

Rig shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, ever since she turned eighteen, they’ve been acting…weird. Almost like, overbearing. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘When will you be home?’ That kind of shit.”

“They didn’t used to?” asked Lance, astonished.

Rig shook his head. “No. That’s the thing. I’ve always abided by their wishes and any time we went out, Rebecca was home well before her curfew. It’s like they don’t trust me anymore and I don’t know why.”

“Have you talked to Rebecca about it?” Lance offered.

“Yeah,” Rig answered and looked over at his friend. “She said they won’t give her a straight answer. They keep dodging her questions.” He shrugged. “It’s frustrating to no end.”

Lance slapped him on the shoulder. “Well, cheer up, man. In four months you’ll both graduate and you can elope or something.” Lance stood up.

“What about you?” Rig asked Lance. “Got any plans for tonight?”

“Uh, the Latham party?” Lance said like Rig was an idiot. “The twins have been eyeing me like a piece of meat for months now. I might just let them make a sandwich out of me.” He grinned wickedly.

“Uh, they’re underage, you dimwit,” Rig chided.

Lance grinned. “Not anymore, they’re not. Tonight is their birthday party and mommy and daddy are gone for the weekend.”

“Dude! Jason is going to kill you if he catches you!” Rig warned him.

“Na, bro,” Lance waved him off. “I got a plan. Big brother is going to be so drunk he can’t see straight. I just gotta talk the girls into helping him along, is all.”

Rig grinned and chuckled. “You’re fucking crazy, man.”

“Always have been, bro!” Lance ruffled Rig’s hair then took off. “See you later!” he called over his shoulder.

Rig shook his head as he watched his friend leave. He laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. He just wanted to sit here for a bit longer and relive some memories before heading home to get cleaned up and call Rebecca. His reverie was interrupted, however, by soft, cool hands trailing up the tops of his thighs. He jolted as his eyes shot open. Rebecca was kneeling between his legs and her hands went to the strings of his pants, untying them.

“Rebecca, what are you doing?” he forced a whisper, looking around in a panic. “How did you get in here?”

“The door, silly,” she giggled a reply as she tugged his pants down and fished out his fleshy member that was rapidly filling with blood. She leaned down and licked the bottom of the shaft to the tip.

Rig groaned. “What are you doing!?” he asked, his heart beating rapidly. “Someone could walk in on us!”

“That’s what makes it all the more exciting, Master,” she cooed in a sultry tone. She took his now almost fully erect cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down a few times before pulling off it with a ‘pop’. “You’re my Master,” she said as she stroked his shaft using her spit as lube. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” she teased as she winked at him.

He groaned from deep in his throat as his breathing quickened. “I don’t want” *pant* “you to stop. I’m just worried, oh fuck that feels so good, that we’ll get caught.”

“I don’t care, Master,” she breathed. “I want you, right now.” She let go of his shaft and tugged at his pants, pulling them down to his knees. She stood up and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a simple flowing thigh-high mini-skirt and as she lifted it up, Rig could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. He could also see that she had shaved her pubic hair. It was completely bald and his cock twitched at the sight. “Do you like it, Master?” she asked coquettishly.

He answered her by pulling her hips toward his face and lashing out with his tongue. He loved the way she tasted. She was at all times clean and now that he didn’t have any hair to contend with, it turned him on even more. He could feel the pre-cum oozing down his shaft as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. She had her hands on the back of his head and was holding on for dear life. “Ohhhh,” he moaned. “You taste so fucking good, my pet.”

Her breathing quickened as her excitement built. The feeling of his warm tongue on her slick pussy lips caused her to quickly climb to the threshold. She was rocking her hips back and forth. “Ohh, Master,” she moaned. “Ohhh, Rig, I love you so much!” She started breathing heavily. Right as she was at the cusp of spilling over into erotic bliss, he pulled back. She looked down at him, her face flushed with desire. She bit her bottom lip in the way she knew drove him crazy.

He sat back against the wall. He scooted his hips forward on the bench and angled them up slightly, a silent invitation. She looked down at his fully erect cock and watched in amazement as it twitched and oozed pre-cum out of the tip like lava from a volcano. She leaned down and took the whole shaft in her mouth, relishing in the combined taste of his cock and slick juices. She sucked hard all the way down and back up once. He groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, pet.” She did it once more and his legs spasmed as he mustered every ounce of willpower he had to hold back his orgasm. “OH, FUCK, Rebecca! I love you, too!” he groaned loudly.

“Shh,” she cooed playfully as she released his cock and put a hand over his mouth. “If you keep that up, Master, we really will get caught.” She giggled.

“I can’t help it,” he breathed trying to catch his breath. “You just feel so fucking good.”

She lifted her skirt again to show him how wet she was and bit her bottom lip again. She batted her eyelashes at him as she teased, “Well, then, I might need to stop now seeing as you’re not going to be able to keep quiet if I stuff your rock hard shaft in my hot, wet, tight little pussy.” She batted her eyelashes at him again. “Master,” she finished, biting her bottom lip one more time for full effect.

It fucking worked. Rig clamped a hand over his own mouth and nodded at her. She climbed up and positioned her pussy lips right over the head of his cock. He reached down and moved the shaft slightly, rubbing the head against her warm folds. He groaned through his fingers as she moaned through her own. He looked up at her and she nodded down at him. He positioned his cock at her entrance and she slid down, enveloping his cock with agonizing slowness. He let out a stuttering groan as the tip of his shaft popped past her entrance as if something gave way. He tensed up for a moment, but mastered himself by some miracle, holding back his orgasm.

As his tip stretched her, she let out a loud moan into her hand and gripped his shaft like a vice. “MMMMMmmm” she moaned again as inch by erotic inch pierced her vagina. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She had given that to him a few short weeks ago. However, this time for some reason, was almost like the first time. The only difference was it was absent of pain. Only the pleasure remained. She clenched and released around his shaft as after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the base and let out a long, relaxing sigh. “AAAAHhhhh,” she whispered as she sighed, pulling her hand away from her mouth and falling against him. They stayed like that for a moment, collecting their breaths.

His cock suddenly twitched inside her and she jumped as she clamped a hand to her mouth again, letting out an ‘O’ of surprise. He grinned and did it again. The feeling of the tip rubbing against her core was so erotic in it’s simplicity that she was brought to the brink again. Her breathing quickened. He continued twitching his cock like that for a few agonizing seconds. “Are you alright, my pet?” he asked.

She shook her head and fell against him again. Placing her forehead to his she whispered, “I’m going to cum if you keep that up and I don’t want to, yet. I want to cum with you, Master. Last time, you came first and I right after. I want us to come together this time, Rig,” she pleaded as she looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. “Will you allow me that? Will you let me cum with you?”

He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her softly. “Of course, Rebecca,” he said, using her name. He rarely did that these days, and only when he knew she really wanted something from him. “Anything you want. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and they both started moving together. Their movements were slow at first, grinding against each other in an erotic rhythm. Their breathing quickened, though, and they started moving faster against each other. Rig grabbed her around her waist and back as she started bouncing on his lap. His cock was piercing her with no resistance and it felt amazing. He felt that familiar tingle starting at the head of his shaft and it slowly made it’s way down to his balls. “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh, oh, Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Master, I’m so close. Are you close?” she breathed as she rode him.

He groaned out in intelligible reply and he felt her pussy suddenly clench around him so tightly it was almost painful. He bit his lip and he stifled a scream when his cock spasmed and shot his first spurt of cum deep in her core. Her back arched and she started to scream, but he clamped a hand over her mouth. She continued to scream around his fingers as he spasmed deep inside her and she gripped and released his cock. Even though it only lasted few precious seconds, it felt like an eternity to them and they never wanted it to end.

She suddenly fell against him again, placing her forehead to his. “That was,” she breathed heavily. “That was,” she tried again. “That was…fucking incredible,” she laughed.

Rig finally caught his breath. “That was…fucking amazing…is what that was,” he was able to say in between breaths.

He lay there against the wall, spent, and she went to rise off of him but paused. She looked at him, suddenly astonished. “You’re…still hard as a rock!” she exclaimed.

He grinned. “Wanna go again?” he asked playfully.

“Please don’t,” said a deep voice from around the corner.

Rebecca squeaked and jumped off of Rig, accidentally brushing up against his balls with her leg. “SHIT!” he exclaimed, groaning in pain but was able to get up and pull his pants back up. “Coach!?” Rig asked.

“Get dressed, you two,” Coach said.

“We’re decent,” Rebecca meekly replied.

Coach Mathers peeked around the corner before moving into full view. He looked them over, both beet red in embarrassment. “How old are you, young lady?” he asked Rebecca.

“Um, I’m eighteen, sir,” she replied, not taking her eyes off of the floor.

“ID?” he asked. She fished it out from her shirt pocket and handed it to him. “Hm,” he said, looking it over. “This certainly makes my job a bit easier,” he said simply. He handed her back her ID and looked at both of them sternly. “It’s after hours and the school function is long over.”

“Coach?” Rig asked, looking at him, confused.

“Shut up and listen, Johnson,” he said, holding up a hand. “I sent Jenkins the janitor home early and told him to meet me here in the morning and I would help him finish cleaning up,” he said sounding as if he was rehearsing a line for a play. “After he left I was about to leave, myself, when I heard a scream. I walked in to find you two,” he held up his hands and used air quotes, “‘playing’ in the locker room. After scolding you about losing track of time, I sent you home, locked up, and left.” He put his hands behind his back and pressed on. “Now, that being said, if I catch you two,” he used air quotes again, “‘playing’ in here again, I will have to report you. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, sir,” Rebecca said, properly chastened.

“Yes, coach,” Rig said, embarrassed as well. “Thank you, coach.”

“Don’t mention it, Johnson,” he answered and when Rig smiled, he said, “No, really. I’m serious. Don’t mention it, to anyone, ever.” He smiled at them and stood to the side to let them pass. “Now get out of my locker room, please. Oh, and, Johnson,” he said to Rig as he passed. “Hell of a game, son,” he said with a proud smile and palmed his shoulder affectionately.

“Thanks, coach,” Rig replied. “It’s been a pleasure playing for and learning from you.”

“That’s the best compliment a coach could ever ask for,” Coach Mathers replied. “Now, get your asses out of here.”

They left the building and got to their cars. Rebecca produced a small hand towel from hers and started to clean herself off, then put her panties back on. She checked her messages then typed out a quick message, tossed her phone in the car and walked back to Rig’s truck. Since it was Friday night and they didn’t have anywhere special to be, they walked hand in hand to the city park across the street. He sat her on the swing and got behind her. He lazily pushed her as they talked. “I love you,” Rig said.

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “I love you, too, Master,” she beamed at him.

“So,” he began as she smacked her ass under her skirt. “What are your plans after graduation?”

She squealed and giggled before stopping and turning in the swing to look at him. “What do you mean?” she asked, confused.

“Exactly what I said,” he replied, also confused. “What are you planning on doing after graduation?”

She looked hurt for a moment, then rejected and betrayed. She looked down as tears started forming in her eyes. “I thought that was obvious, Master,” she replied as her tears spilled over and trickled down her cheeks. She looked back up into his eyes and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. “Do you not want me anymore?”

He knelt in front of her and wiped her tears away. He kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth and playing with hers. As he pulled back, he cupped her cheek. “What kind of question is that?” he asked.

“Well,” she began. “Aren’t we going to be together after graduation?”

“I hadn’t planned on leaving you, if that’s what you’re asking, pet,” he told her. “I was just wondering what you wanted to do after graduation. Do you want to go to college? Do you want to enroll in a trade school? That sort of thing.”

She visibly relaxed. “I’m sorry, Rig,” she said. “I really am. It’s just, after the mind-blowing sex we had then you asked me that question,” she shrugged uncertainly, “it kind of took me off guard. I thought you were maybe wanting to break up with me and run off to college or something.” She looked down at the ground.

He cupped her chin and raised her head to look her in the eyes. “I would never do that to you, my love,” he promised. “Where I go, you go, and where you go, I go. Simple as that.” He looked sheepish for a moment. “I guess I could have phrased the question a different way. I probably should have asked something like, what do you want to do with your life? Who do you aspire to be? Besides my submissive.”

“I only want what you want, Master,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair. “What you desire, I desire. All your hopes and dreams are also my hopes and dre-“

“Marry me,” he said, cutting her off.

She spluttered. “Uh, wh-, what!?”

“Marry me, my love,” he said again taking her hand in his. “Rebecca Cheryl Stewart, will you do me the honor of giving me your heart, mind, body and soul and becoming my wife?” he asked, formally.

She looked at him for a moment. She was so caught off guard that she stopped breathing for a few heartbeats. He looked so serious. This was not a joke. Her mind raced to come back to the present. This is what she had dreamed of ever since meeting him; ever since that first kiss in his basement; ever since reading all those books in his library with him just watching her as she read, and here he was, kneeling before her and proposing to her on a city park swing. This wasn’t the dream she had planned when she imagined him proposing to her. Oh, no. That dream was intimately planned out to the detail. But to have it thrust on her in this moment, it was somehow perfect. Now that he was here and asking her to be his wife, she couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

She started to choke up. She started waving her hand in front of her face. She couldn’t breathe. She started making these “Hup, hup, hup,” sounds as she tried to suck precious oxygen into her lungs. Her vision blurred and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She slumped forward into Rig, fainting. He picked her up and carried her over to a park bench. He laid her down on it and sat down, then cradled her head in his lap and waited.

A short time later, headlights beamed in the parking lot across the street. Rig sighed as he recognized her parent’s car. He watched them park next to Rebecca’s car, get out and look inside it, then go and look inside his truck. He let out a shrill whistle and they quickly made their way over. Their eyes went wide as they spotted Rebecca lying on the park bench with her head in Rig’s lap. “What’s happened!?” her mother shrieked. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, Mrs. Stewart,” Rig answered calmly. “Just over exerted herself on the swing and passed out. I was able to catch her before she fell.”

Rebecca fluttered her eyes open and looked up at Rig. She smiled. Then, she noticed her parents and and hint of irritation flashed in her eyes for just a second. She sat up. “Mom, Dad? What are you doing here?” she asked.

Mr. Stewart sighed. “When you didn’t answer any of your mother’s texts, she got worried and just had to rush right over.”

“MOM!” Rebecca yelled. “I told you where I was! Why didn’t you believe me!? Have I EVER lied to you before!? ARGH!!” she groaned in frustration and stormed off towards her car.