on the field one day playing professionally. Giving ol’ Trent Fox a run for his money.”
That got Rowan’s attention, and he threw his head back and laughed. “Man, you dream big, Vivvie.”
“And so should you. So can we please reconsider this?” I held his hand tight, wanting to imprint the seriousness of what he was considering doing straight through my heart chakras and right into his. I focused every ounce of my love and energy into this effort.
Rowan nodded. “I make no promises, but I’ll set up the meeting with Coach. And I’ll also tell him I’m looking to play for UC Berkeley’s team or UC Davis. That’s as far from home as I’m willing to go right now. Mary will only be ten when I graduate. She can’t have her bro being too far away. Nuh-uh, no way.”
That was fair. Ideal, no. I’d hoped he’d be open to going wherever the best team was and with whoever would pay full tuition. But if this is what he wanted, I didn’t see a way of changing his mind. At least he’d still be in the game.
“Thank you, Row. You won’t regret it.” I picked up my taco and took a huge bite. The cheese, turkey, cilantro, and tomato all coalesced together to make the most scrumptious burst of flavors. “God, I love tacos!”
A round of “me too” started up the normal Sunday night conversation about school, baseball, the yoga center, our friends and neighbors. Even without our parents there, we still sat around our family table and gave one another our time, the same way we had our entire lives. Only this time, two empty chairs accompanied our trio. I’d put a candle in front of each chair, and I lit them at every Sunday supper so their light would shine around us.
----
TRENT
S he hadn’t noticed me yet. I was dead silent as I stared into the open private room that had become my regular haunt since last week when I started taking the personal classes. Genevieve just lifted her legs into a precarious position, one that made my dick hard as a rock and my mouth water. Damn, she still hadn’t dropped out of it. Her body was upside down, hands clasped behind her head bracing her neck. The crown of her head was to the floor, and her feet up in the sky. The pose was probably called pencil or something but I’d call it a headstand. I didn’t think anyone over the age of ten could physically manage holding his own weight up like that.
In the hall, I slipped off my shoes, socks, and T-shirt and placed them near the edge of the door. Without making a sound, I pulled the door mostly shut and thanked the good Lord above that the hinges didn’t squeak. I didn’t let the door latch because that would have definitely pulled her out of whatever meditation or yoga-induced coma she was in, and I wanted to look at her some more.
Her ass was rounded, and the muscles in each thigh and calf flexed up to where her dainty feet were pointed. The hot pink polish on her toes matched her lips and fingernails. Christ, this woman was a wet dream incarnate. If I didn’t get in there—and by there , I meant between those tight thighs to the promised land—I might die of blue balls. I couldn’t remember the last time I went two weeks without getting my dick wet. The reason why I hadn’t baffled me and put a crick in my neck I couldn’t shake. This had to be a record.
Genevieve Fucking Harper.
Her legs shifted, opening into a wide V, basically offering up her sex to me. My cock paid close attention, and bolts of desire rushed through my body to settle heavily in my balls. That was it. I couldn’t hold back.
I approached quietly enough that she didn’t notice me until I was close enough to smell her lemon scent. Her legs faltered but before she could close them, I lightly laid my hands on each ankle.
“Now this pose, gumdrop, has some serious possibilities.” I licked my lips and stared at her legs, open for me.
Her limbs twitched under my palms as I slid my hands from her spread ankles inward, toward her center. When I
That got Rowan’s attention, and he threw his head back and laughed. “Man, you dream big, Vivvie.”
“And so should you. So can we please reconsider this?” I held his hand tight, wanting to imprint the seriousness of what he was considering doing straight through my heart chakras and right into his. I focused every ounce of my love and energy into this effort.
Rowan nodded. “I make no promises, but I’ll set up the meeting with Coach. And I’ll also tell him I’m looking to play for UC Berkeley’s team or UC Davis. That’s as far from home as I’m willing to go right now. Mary will only be ten when I graduate. She can’t have her bro being too far away. Nuh-uh, no way.”
That was fair. Ideal, no. I’d hoped he’d be open to going wherever the best team was and with whoever would pay full tuition. But if this is what he wanted, I didn’t see a way of changing his mind. At least he’d still be in the game.
“Thank you, Row. You won’t regret it.” I picked up my taco and took a huge bite. The cheese, turkey, cilantro, and tomato all coalesced together to make the most scrumptious burst of flavors. “God, I love tacos!”
A round of “me too” started up the normal Sunday night conversation about school, baseball, the yoga center, our friends and neighbors. Even without our parents there, we still sat around our family table and gave one another our time, the same way we had our entire lives. Only this time, two empty chairs accompanied our trio. I’d put a candle in front of each chair, and I lit them at every Sunday supper so their light would shine around us.
----
TRENT
S he hadn’t noticed me yet. I was dead silent as I stared into the open private room that had become my regular haunt since last week when I started taking the personal classes. Genevieve just lifted her legs into a precarious position, one that made my dick hard as a rock and my mouth water. Damn, she still hadn’t dropped out of it. Her body was upside down, hands clasped behind her head bracing her neck. The crown of her head was to the floor, and her feet up in the sky. The pose was probably called pencil or something but I’d call it a headstand. I didn’t think anyone over the age of ten could physically manage holding his own weight up like that.
In the hall, I slipped off my shoes, socks, and T-shirt and placed them near the edge of the door. Without making a sound, I pulled the door mostly shut and thanked the good Lord above that the hinges didn’t squeak. I didn’t let the door latch because that would have definitely pulled her out of whatever meditation or yoga-induced coma she was in, and I wanted to look at her some more.
Her ass was rounded, and the muscles in each thigh and calf flexed up to where her dainty feet were pointed. The hot pink polish on her toes matched her lips and fingernails. Christ, this woman was a wet dream incarnate. If I didn’t get in there—and by there , I meant between those tight thighs to the promised land—I might die of blue balls. I couldn’t remember the last time I went two weeks without getting my dick wet. The reason why I hadn’t baffled me and put a crick in my neck I couldn’t shake. This had to be a record.
Genevieve Fucking Harper.
Her legs shifted, opening into a wide V, basically offering up her sex to me. My cock paid close attention, and bolts of desire rushed through my body to settle heavily in my balls. That was it. I couldn’t hold back.
I approached quietly enough that she didn’t notice me until I was close enough to smell her lemon scent. Her legs faltered but before she could close them, I lightly laid my hands on each ankle.
“Now this pose, gumdrop, has some serious possibilities.” I licked my lips and stared at her legs, open for me.
Her limbs twitched under my palms as I slid my hands from her spread ankles inward, toward her center. When I
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