friend…it just seems right, and natural.
“Maya,” Grant says when he comes into the bathroom, breathless. “Everyone just got back. They’re coming up the stairs right now.”
I glance down between his legs, then to his head. “Damn. So, we have to wait?”
He shrugs. “Unless you want the whole suite to know we’re banging. In the bathroom.”
I shake my head. “I’m not ready for that. We’ve told them we’re just friends so many times, we’ll literally never hear the end of it.”
“Agreed.” He grabs my robe from the floor and tosses it to me, then grabs his white towel from the hook outside the shower. He pauses, then looks down at his erection.
“Sorry, friend,” I whisper. “Until next time.”
Grant heads back out into the hall, and I hear the door to his room shut right as a mix of voices can be heard coming in.
A minute later, April walks in.
“Oh! Hey there!” she says. “And what are you up to in here? Anything fun tonight?”
“Nah, just taking it easy,” I say. “Nothing fun.”
“Well, after you dry off, we’re going to head back out to a party. We just came back to the suite for a quick break. You want to go out with us?”
“Why not?”
As I quickly dress, everyone waits for me, Grant had already changed as well when I walk back out to leave with the girls. Grant gives me a ‘we’ve got some unfinished business to take care of’ wink.
16
Grant
Although the college baseball season extends past graduation into June, Coach says that championships are won in the months of January and February and I agree. Especially in the Midwest, these are the dark, cold, short days when motivation is hard to come by. Luckily, the Greene State field house is a state-of-the art, brand new facility that makes these winter practices bearable, many of which have to be early in the morning.
Today, Tuesday, the team has afternoon practice. I have to admit, one of my favorite parts of having baseball practices indoors during the winter is that we get to watch the track girls—a.k.a. Maya—run laps around us on the track for their workout while we’re doing our thing.
The fact that we hooked up last weekend—and again this morning—only serves to give our interactions that added element of fun today.
Occasionally, we’ll exchange a knowing glance that says something like Yeah, that thing we did in the shower? That was hot and we’re doing it again very soon.
Maya runs by me again, and I steal a glance at her running in short shorts and a sports bra doing some crazy sprint workout. Yeah, not going to lie, it turns me on that just about all of my team is checking her out as she runs by. And guess who tasted her this morning? This guy.
And she may have gotten a single lick of my cock before we heard her roommate coming back from the shower and had to ‘act natural’. We both had a good laugh about that as we walked to class later.
The crazy thing is, with Maya, I’m not even mad about the blue balls. I mean, do I wish we had a little more space to do our thing? Of course. But I’m not rushed. We’ve got lots of time to explore each other.
“Alright, Taylor, your turn. Let’s see how the weekend treated you,” Coach Santorello, the pitching coach, tosses me the ball.
Standing on the indoor mound made of fake grass, I wind up and throw. Coach watches me, and I throw a few more.
“Jesus, Taylor. Your fastball is really humming,” he says. “Something seems different about you this week. Let’s see that fastball again.”
I throw another pitch and my catcher, Renaldo, holds onto the ball. “Damn. I’m gonna have to get a new glove. You’re hurting my hand.”
“Now curve.”
I throw a curve right down the center of the plate for a strike.
Coach Santorello stares at me like I’m an alien.
“Man, I don’t know what you had for breakfast today, but keep it up.”
I snicker. Wouldn’t he like to know what’s got me all amped up today?
I shrug. “What can I say? I’m just humming. How about calling Coach Johnson over so he can see what’s happening.”
“I would, but he’s with some new recruit right now. He’ll be here later.”
After practice, I’m heading out of the locker room when I see Maya, who is also heading out of track practice.
“Heading back to the suite?” I ask.
She nods. “Yep. You?”
“Yes.”
We walk in silence for a minute or so through