He had watched her several times upon visits to sit and talk with her father about the dynamics of their partnership. Hell, he had even left his number on three separate occasions without even so much as an acknowledgement. She was the one; she just didn’t realize it yet. Never had he felt such a growing emotion all over his body. Tonight, he had to have her within his arms, within his life in whatever manner she desired as long as she was there with him. Several conversations with her father had resulted in him knowing she was single and available as well as heartbroken. As he said, “She needs someone like you, Strong, Committed and Ready for the future, not some loser pushing hot-dogs on the street corner.”
The event was in full swing and his game was suffering fiercely. If one had not known he was a pro baller, they would surely believe him to be some wanna be “shoobee” with an off the rack ball and rent a shoes. She was buried so deep in his mind that there was no way he could show his skills, moves or even pick up a spare today. The best he could do was a 7/10 split in a world so consumed by her intoxicating scent.
Before he even knew what hit him, the tournament was over and he had placed last. Everyone congratulated him on his best ever score. The mumbles about he must be sick today, what the hell he was thinking about, he guttered ever other ball… and so on shocked him. Never had his name been spoken in the same sentence as gutter. He might as well hang around and see if he could improve his score in other ways.
She had watched him all evening; he was definitely off his game. Her fathered had mentioned his name a few times but she had never paid much attention. Maybe she should have. As they started making their way out into the cold streets, she faced the dreaded cleanup. Her parents had other plans tonight so it would be up to her to ready the place for phase 2 tomorrow. She went down the stair into the racking room and began to gather her cleaning cart and supplies. The lanes would need wiping down, the pin setters would need a quick check and then onto trash duty she would go.
His voice startled her, no one ever came back here; it was strictly prohibited. As she turned to tell him she fell into his waiting arms and fireworks and electricity raged through their bodies. Without any warning, their lips met and explored forbidden places and desires ignited the room. He pressed her back against the pin setter and it lifted enough for them to fall into the slippery and slick lane. The momentum of their bodies pushed them out into the open and empty alley.
His body called to her is such a rage that you would think four horseman had just slid from his grasp in a flurry of motion. Their bodies drenched in desire begged a releasing of entrapment’s. He slowly slid her shirt over her head and slid his hands down her sides. It seemed to only last moments but reality told of another story. Just past 4am, they came to their senses and saw the results of forbidden lust, desired moments and sheer happiness lying together in bliss.
He saw her smile and hoped against all odds that he had broken through a soul so guarded. He hoped that all they could do was go up from here. He pecked her cheek as he murmured in her ear thoughts only spoken for her.
Thank you Randy McDonald for such a cosmic suggestion. It was a pleasure to split a story in which you wished to strike a balance to.