Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,52

other. My cock barely pulling free of him as I just rocked my hips against him. I enjoyed those moments just as much as the rough, frenzied sessions where we couldn't stand waiting -- where we needed each other so much that we'd had to start keeping lube and condoms in inconspicuous places just to accommodate.

There was more to it than sex or even intimacy, too. We went to Gator games together, and Elliot helped me through the bad moods my job sometimes put me in. I started helping out Saturday evenings at Horizon, too, and we worked on my DMing debut. Somehow, Elliot convinced me to do it at Horizon, for David's group of kids. I couldn't help feeling nervous about that, but I was at least growing a little more confident.

I understood the rules now. As much as I was going to without actually doing it, anyway. Elliot was going to have me run a mock session with just him soon, and my free time was spent preparing content for that. There was so much more to it than I ever realized, but Elliot gave me some good resources so I was able to find what I needed without too much trouble.

I was working on that at my place when Ruth brought David home from school. She liked to pick him up some afternoons, and it gave me a little bit of time to myself. As much as I loved having David around, sometimes the peace and quiet was nice.

David had been surprisingly cool with Elliot being around sometimes, which I was grateful for. Probably because Elliot was someone familiar; someone he liked and trusted. He still wouldn't permit Elliot to touch him, but even Ruth and I had to ask permission for that.

"Hey, bud," I greeted, "can I get your opinion on this map?"

He came over to look, scrutinizing it with a critical eye. I knew whatever he said was going to be blunt, so I braced myself for it.

"The grid isn't right. It's off by half a centimeter. And this layout isn't efficient. There are too many dead ends."

I looked at it, baffled by the grid size not being right. I was using graph paper like Elliot recommended. But, I could tell something was off with the spaces, and he was definitely right about the dead ends.

"Thanks, man. I'll keep working on it." As he started to head up to the fridge, I called over my shoulder, "there's a burrito in the microwave for you."

I heard him stop off in the kitchen and hit the button to get it going, then the sound of him climbing the stairs shook through the small apartment.

"Any issues?" I asked Ruth as she set her purse down on the table and sat across from me.

"Issues? Oh... no."

Her tone was so weird that I immediately looked up from what I was doing. She wouldn't meet my gaze.

"What's going on, Ruth? Did something happen?"

"Yes, but not what you're thinking. I need you to just... take a few deep breaths and stay calm, okay? I don't want you flipping out about this," she said.

I did draw in a breath through my nose, but just squared my jaw and gave her a hard stare. "That depends on what it is."

"Fine. Well you know how Marcus has been trying to get a job that will actually allow him to advance? There's a competing company in Salt Lake City that's willing to pay him almost double his current salary, plus training for promotion, and they're willing to cover our moving expenses."

My brows lifted and my jaw unclenched, though confusion wound through me. "That's great, Ruth. Why the fuck would that make me angry? That's the best news I've heard in a while."

I moved to hug her, but she was stiff as I did it. Pulling back, I looked into her eyes and saw... was that guilt? Regret? I pulled away instantly, my posture growing guarded.

"It is great news. It's more money -- more stability. A house, access to doctors and specialists, the best private schools, maybe even college one day..."

I knew what she was getting at instantly and my heart sank. "I can't just move out to Utah. I'd have to coordinate with the NCAA and try to find another program that would take me. The earliest that would happen is the start of summer conditioning. Ruth, I can't..."

I stopped, because her expression was becoming more and more guilt-ridden.

"That's not what you mean, is it. You're