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From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 2, Spring Season (CHAPTER 16: RACY FICTION)

A ball flies past my head.

“Forty-thirty.” Mr. Smyth calls out the score from the opposite side of the tennis court.

The last time I played tennis was at USC with Ace. And since we’d spent as much time fornicating off the court as practicing on the court, my game was mediocre at best—which is why Mr. Smyth was currently beating me six games to zero.

The ball comes at me and I give it a solid whack…right past the back line of the court.

Mr. Smyth runs up, having obviously enjoyed whipping me at his game. “You look pretty beat up, kid,” he says, smacking my ass in congenial sportsmanlike fashion.

I stick my tongue out at him in snooty unsportsmanlike fashion.

Mr. Smyth gives me a sweaty kiss. “What do you say we rinse off and I meet you in the steam room?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything bad—it’s unisex.”

Doing something “bad” with Mr. Smyth wasn’t what I was worried about…

I’m rubbing cream into my cheeks in front of the large changing room mirror because I’ve read somewhere that moisturizing before steaming makes your skin glow like a sixteen-year-old virgin.

Things between Mr. Smyth and me have gotten better recently. We’ve gotten closer.

I switch to dabbing anti-wrinkle eye cream under each eye because I’m only seventeen months away from thirty.

We’ve seen each other five times in the last two weeks, and we now talk on the phone almost every night. He’s basically my boyfriend, even though I know he’s still hesitant to classify our relationship under that category. I grab the big white fluffy towel from the bench in front of my locker, wrap it around myself, and head out of the changing room.

I crack open the steam room door. “Hello?” I whisper cautiously. “David? Are you in here?” The steam is so thick I can’t see anything or anyone.

“I’m sitting on the first step to your right,” I hear his voice answer back. “And I’m pretty sure I’m the only one in here.”

“Pretty sure?” I start walking and…stub my toe. “Shit!” I propel forward, hoping I find something to grab onto.

Mr. Smyth catches me. “Did I overdo it on the steam?” He lifts me up and starts chuckling.

I look up, practically nose to nose with Mr. Smyth, bracing myself on his legs for support. “Oh, I don’t know…I can’t see a foot in front of me and it’s so hot my skin might melt off—in case you can’t tell.”

Mr. Smyth grabs my towel and drops it. “Oh, I can definitely tell how hot it is.”

He draws me toward him, and I crawl on his lap. I hear him moan in approval. He grabs my hair and tugs it back, running his tongue around my chest…I rotate my hips on top of his until I can feel him get rock hard. He lifts me up…

Our bodies are slick, and the heat has suffocated our reason. I forget about the possibility of anyone walking in, as well as the non-classification of our relationship; climaxing all the non-classified-relationship concerns right out of my system…

To Be Continued…

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Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 2, Spring Season by Dorota Skrzypek.
Copyright 2009 by Dorota Skrzypek.
ISBN 0-9768869-0-7
All Rights Reserved.

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