it does, there’s no Kay in sight; only a pink animal print bedspread is there to greet me. I can hear her, though, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Come on, Herk, out.”
There are sounds of a struggle, and I can only imagine it’s her trying to physically move the dog who is practically the same size as she is.
“Look…I love you, boy, but your mama is not into the whole threesome thing, so you gots to go.”
Woof! Woof!
“I don’t want to hear it.” I bite back a chuckle. She sounds like she’s arguing with me and not the furball. “The whole head-tilt thing is not going to work on me.”
The next noises are faint, and I can’t quite make them out. I wish the camera were facing them because I have a feeling it’s a highly entertaining scene.
“Go find your Aunt T. I’m sure she has treats for you.” Kay resorts to bribery, and it works based on the sound of nails scrambling across the hardwood floors.
“Finally,” Kays says on a sigh, and I hear the door close and the lock engaging.
The display goes wonky as the computer is lifted from her bed and adjusted until my girl fills the screen.
And holy shit is she a vision.
In the time since our call earlier, Bette must have gotten to her hair. Once again, her long curly locks hang straight around her shoulders. I honestly couldn’t tell you which way I like best on her; she’s always hot to me. Upon closer inspection, it looks like, mixed in with the brighter blonde pieces, Kay was also given a refresh on the red and black streaks peeking out from the long layers. I love the U of J pride. It’s hot as hell.
Her makeup is light, only mascara to darken her blonde lashes and a coat of shiny lip gloss. The way the red color highlights her plump lips has me sporting a semi. It’s like I can feel them wrapped around my dick.
My semi turns into a full-fledged erection that’s ready to bust out of my pants and climb through the screen to get to Kay as I take in the rest of her.
Fuck me!
She’s wearing my Black Out jersey. You wouldn’t think seeing her swimming in the dark, shapeless material would be hot, but in all the different ways I’ve managed to get my name on her, not once has it been with my jersey. Both my inner coach and inner caveman stand up and cheer at the sight. I want to ask her to turn around so I can see how amazing the NOVA #87 looks on her back, but I restrain myself…barely.
It’s not an exaggeration when I say it’s a good thing this is the alternate jersey for the team, because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wear it again without thinking of how the giant red 87 on the front looks stretching across her tits as she tugs on the hem.
By the time my gaze makes the trek back up her body to meet her twinkling gray eyes, I know she knows exactly where my thoughts went.
“Like what you see, Caveman?” she taunts with a smirk that tells me she knows I do.
“Always, baby.” I circle a finger in the air, gesturing to her hair. “I see you refreshed your school spirit.”
“Do you like it?” She pushes her swoopy side bang out of her eye.
“Of course.” It’s my turn to smirk, adding a wink for good measure. “You know how I feel about your rainbow, Skittles.”
A toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile takes over her beautiful face while a pretty blush stains her cheeks.
“Well don’t be surprised if Bette does another refresh before the national championship. You know how she bitches about how quickly reds fade.” She rolls her eyes.
“Before Bette starts buying extra stock of red dye, we need to win the Cotton Bowl first.”
“Pfft.” Kay waves off my comment. “The Irish were good this year, but they have nothing on the Hawks. Their quarterback can’t read the blitz like Trav can, which means Kev will be all over him like white on rice. And with the one-two punch of you and Alex for the offense, their D isn’t going to know who to focus on trying to cover first.”
Man I love how into football she is. The guys always say it’s hot when she “talks football”. Her deep understanding and knowledge of the game and what it takes to play it at the highest level is a huge