the pitch black night and them having to carry me the whole time, they weren’t super fast. Although they did try very hard. I found it really funny how much they wanted to impress Oakley. And to their credit, my feet never once touched the ground. Even when they passed me back and forth, they held me with one arm under my knees and one under my neck, kind of like a really big baby.
Ryan was the one who crossed the finish line with me over his shoulder, fireman style. He set me down gently, and managed to do it without fondling me. I started dancing wildly in place and yelled, “TOUCHDOWN!”
The guys all burst out laughing and looked at me fondly.
“I’m glad we didn’t have a different ball,” Kyle teased as he smiled at me.
The van was waiting to take the players back to their dorms, and my teammates started heading toward it. I followed, really looking forward to getting home. This turned out to be a lot more fun, and sexually awakening, than I had expected. But I did still have a lot to do.
Oakley reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’ll give you a ride back to your place. Unless you want to ride back in a van full of dirty, sweaty, half-naked freshmen?” he asked with a smirk.
“As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll ride back with you.” I laughed and let him lead me over to where his car was parked. I’d prefer awkward post make out session talks to sweaty man children any day of the week.
Even through the darkness, I could see the bright yellow paint of his Camaro. It had a soft convertible top, and when he started it, enough electronics lit up that it looked like a UFO.
“I didn’t even know you had a car!” I exclaimed.
“It’s easier to walk everywhere in the city,” he explained with a humble shrug, though he arguably drove something that looked like sex on wheels. I didn’t want to know how many girls had their kitty licked by Oakley in the back seat, and now that I knew just how skilled his mouth was, my own purring tiger hidden dragon was about ready to park somewhere and finish what we started.
Once we were both settled, he smoothly traveled down the winding back country road toward what I was hoping was the highway.
“So, uh, sorry for the kidnapping. I couldn’t resist pranking you,” Oakley said after a long moment of silence. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, as if he was nervous. Didn’t he do this all the time? We didn’t even fully hook up, but he was acting bashful.
“I could have done without the fake kidnapping. But it was still fun.”
Oakley playfully grabbed his chest. “Did the Amanda Matthews just admit to having fun?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. I did…” I had the most fun while we were in the woods, with his manly man thigh pressed right up against my—
“So about that kiss,” Oakley interrupted my naughty train of thoughts. I took a deep breath. He was probably going to do that playboy dude thing where he reminded me it was nothing and that he didn’t like to be tied down. It kind of stung to think about, but it was probably for the best. I needed him to be an asshole so I could continue my internship professionally.
“Can I take you on a date?”
I snapped my eyes to him. “What?” I asked.
He smirked and turned up the air conditioning. “You know. A date. It’s this thing where a person takes another person out to dinner or something. They flirt. They hold hands. Maybe even end the night with a romantic kiss on someone’s doorstep.”
“I know what a date is,” I mumbled. “I want to know why you think it’s a good idea to take me out. You’re my client, Oakley. What just happened was a one-time thing.”
He gripped his steering wheel. “Why does it have to be a one-time thing?”
“Because you’re my client, and I have already gotten in trouble for crossing ethical boundaries once.” I reminded him of the little prank he pulled with Dr. Haynes at the beginning of the semester. “I almost lost this internship then. I absolutely will not survive any more scandal, and if I lose this internship, I don’t graduate early,” I finished. I couldn’t believe I was actively talking this gorgeous man out of taking me on a date. Not even just being fuck