Bella's Love

Chapter 1: The meeting

It was a party hosted by the college coach, where she first met Rick. She had seen his pictures in her son's Instagram feed, but this fateful day was the first time their paths crossed. It was the day after homecoming, and the coach staff was hosting a get together with the football team.

Isabella Watkins or Bella for short, lived in a quaint little suburb just outside of Columbus. She lived with her husband John Watkins and their son Connor. John was an assistant football coach in the same school that Connor joined as a freshman last year. Their daughter Rose, went to an out of state college.

A few minutes before the first meeting between Bella and Rick, she was looking for her son among the guests in her party. She was supportive of her husband's career, and so like a good wife she had made an appearance at the get together. But she had a ton of work to get done for the briefing tomorrow and Bella figured she could sneak out and head home soon. If only she could find her son.

"Boys, have you seen Phil Watkins?" she asked a group of boys hanging out at the entrance of the yard.

As if on cue, all their eyes turned towards her and then dropped down to her breasts before looking back up. She would have been amused if she wasn't in such a hurry.

One of them said, "He may be in the den, watching tv."

She thanked them and headed into the basement, to find Connor. She knew she was gorgeous, so she had stopped faulting men when their eyes inevitably dipped down to her breasts as soon as they saw her. She would even smirk slightly at some of the more adventurous ones, who would let their gaze linger for a second or two, before nonchalantly looking away. In this party though, all of her admirers were her son's age and that just made her uncomfortable. They were boys, and more often than not a raised eyebrow would send them scurrying away blushing.

The den was emptier than she imagined, but she could still see two guys playing video games. She could see Connor talking to a blond girl who was perched on the arm of a sofa. The two guys on the sofa were engrossed in the game, so it was Connor who saw her first. She recognised them as two jocks from the football team photos. Connor reddened when he saw her knowingly look at the girl he was talking to. Maybe her boy had a new crush.

"Connor, I am leaving. Do you want a ride home?"

"No mom, Rick has a car so he can drive me."

"Sorry bud, can't drop you home. It's too out of my way ...," Rick trailed off as he turned to look at Bella. She was almost expecting the "boob glance" as she had started to call it.

"Wow, you are Connor's mom?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason, just expected something else."

Bella looked at Connor to gauge what was going on, but he looked embarrassed for some reason. "What did you expect?" she asked Rick.

She cringed internally as soon as she heard herself ask that. In a way she understood what Rick meant. She knew that in a family of Connor and his father, an average looking somewhat plump housewife would be more fitting. But it was not her fault that she had a good workout ethic and took pride in her body. Gym was one of her favourite places to go, and the only place where she allowed herself to appreciate the male attention she received. It was almost like a guilty pleasure or a prize that she allowed herself. She enjoyed that the body of other women paled in comparison to hers. Her supple breasts were a gift from god, but she had worked hard to earn everything else, her taut belly, her flaring hips and her tight butt.

It was a shame that her figure almost intimidated everyone in the gym. She found confident admirers sometimes. Rare though they were, they would look her in the eye and then confidently drink in all her glory. She knew she would never cheat, but the thrill of something wicked kept her high and horny throughout her workout on those days.

To say that she saw the same confident gaze in Rick's eyes would be an understatement.

"Well, Tell me what did you expect," Bella asked when she grew uncomfortable with Rick's gaze travelling all over her body.

He still didn't say anything, and she realized he was making her wait for the answer as he examined her body. This was new territory, she was generally used to having the upper hand while talking to the opposite sex. He reminded her too much of her college years with Brad. It was a part of her she never wanted to come back to.

"Nevermind about that, I am Rick. Nice to meet you."

She didn't like that he had dismissed her, but let it go. He may be a handsome confident boy but he was still a boy. She was a woman, she should rise above his tricks. She ignored Rick in favour of asking Connor again if he was ready to go.

"Aww Mom, can you stay for a bit. I wanted to see who wins this round."

"I have a lot of work, honey. I need to get home, maybe you can call ..."

"Come on Mrs W, just stay for a few minutes," Rick interrupted, patting his side of the sofa arm, inviting her to sit by him. She rolled her eyes at the cheeky bastard, but she relented at the pleading look on her son's face.

"Okay, fifteen minutes and then I will come to get you," she said and turned to head out of the basement.

"Well don't you want to see how your son plays?"

"I already know he is very good at this game. It's all he does at our house. Plus he is not even playing with you and Andy."

"Well, let's see how he plays against me."

Bella, being a lawyer, was never the one to step back from a challenge.

"Okay, well my son will beat you, and then we can leave."

Rick grinned and settled comfortably in his seat. Andy gave Connor his controller. Bella came to stand by her son, as he excitedly picked the controller and started the new game. She beamed at her son, "Kick his ass".

This was Bella in her element. This was a challenge. It was just like winning a court case. She felt the muted excitement that usually blossomed in her wherever she went against a defense attorney. The unlucky link this time was her son. She usually won all her cases, because she was just that good. Her son however, was not. He was uncoordinated, lazy and everything she was not. She loved him, but god help her, the only thing that her son could be reliably good at was video games. So at least she knew he was going to win this and then she could put this arrogant quarterback in his place and move on.

Unfortunately, Rick was one of those people who was just physically gifted. This allowed him to instinctively be the fastest, most cunning player in the field. It also allowed him to be naturally best at call of duty. The first few rounds went to Rick, and as Connor grew more frustrated he started playing more sloppily.

Bella was engrossed in the game. She had played this with her son a little, so she could appreciate how good Rick was. By the fifth time that Rick had killed Connor, Bella realised she had unconsciously been shifting towards Rick's side of the screen and was now almost behind him where he sat on the sofa. It was then that Bella decided to do something stupid. She would later think back on this moment and wonder if this was just a mistake or just an excuse to get close to Rick. Maybe she just recognized Rick as a better man,better than her son, or her husband, a real true alpha. An alpha who takes the most desirable female for himself. It would be no surprise in the wild that a prime female like Bella would end up with Rick.

But all of these thoughts would occur to her much later. Right now she was just aware of an excited shiver deep inside her. An anticipation of things to come. She attributed it to her challenging nature. Her plan was to fluster and surprise Rick, so he would be distracted and lose the game.

Without making it too obvious he moved close to Rick from behind. The sofa was deep so only his shoulders and head rose above it. Even in a sitting position, Bella realised his head came just above her neck. Her plan was to come behind him, and just brush his head with her boobs. Even with a minimizer bra, her breasts rose proudly from her chest. She rose on her tippy toes and leaned into him, it was a slight brush but for some reason it send a tingle through her body. She would have noticed the signs of her arousal had she not been that focused on distracting Rick. He looked back at her surprised. The split second distraction was costly though, Connor got his first kill of the match and Bella whooped in celebration. Her celebration was short lived though because Rick began to dominate him in the next spawn.

Maybe a few more brushes would not be noticed as a pattern, she rationalized. Her competitive spirit and this unknown excitement at the pit of her stomach caused her to try the same maneuver again. Rick however was somewhat prepared for it. He wasn't fazed, however. she could see the silhouette of a smirk starting to form on his face.

That arrogant bastard, she thought, he thinks I am doing it on purpose. It never occurred to her, the flaw in her logic, that she actually was doing it on purpose. Nor did it occur to her that she was about to reward his arrogance by increasing her efforts. When a few brushes only increased his smirk and had no other effect, she pressed her breasts into the back of the sofa causing them to become a makeshift pillow spilling on top of the sofa and supporting Rick's head for a second and then she backed away. Rick missed his next shot, but recovered quickly and kept his head in the game. Frustrated, Bella decided something different was needed. Maybe if she sat on the sofa arm next to him like he had suggested, he would become distracted. Afterall, she had a very distracting body.

She moved and leaned into Rick's side of the sofa. She had worn a sensible black dress that came up to the knees, yet it was still an enticing sight from Rick's viewpoint. As she leaned into him, she saw Rick's performance decrease in the game while his focus started to shift to her. She pressed her advantage as much as she dared without seeming deliberate. His shoulders occasionally brushed against the bottom of her right breasts when his hands moved on the controller. She checked the other three people in the room. Thankfully, Andy and Conner were focused on the game but the girl was watching her with an infuriating smirk. Bella averted her eyes with a slight blush, like a little girl with her hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar. Keeping her eyes averted, she focused on Rick who was still winning the game despite having her substantial breasts so close to his face.

He leant towards her all the while keeping an eye on the screen and whispered, "What is my prize when I defeat your kid?"

"Who says you will win?"

"I can throw the game if you want, maybe then I get a prize?"

"You are an arrogant little shit you know that."

"Well you haven't answered my question?"

Bella was surprised at how soon Rick had gotten a rise out of her. She was even more surprised to realize that she had been whispering too. Her agitation had caused her breathing to deepen, which in turn had lowered her voice into a throaty breathy rasp. She cleared her throat discreetly during the pause in their private whispered conversation.

"Well just out of curiosity, what do you want as a prize?"

"Do you come to our games?"

"Yes"

"Do you wear our team shirt?"

"Yes. Where are you going with this?"

"Next time, don't wear a bra. I am curious about how long your nipples are. "

Bella was shocked into sitting upright and stared incredulously at Rick. She still kept her voice low.

"What did you just say?"

"Come on, Mrs W, it was a joke. Lighten up. I just want a sweet kiss, on the cheek." Rick whispered as he laughed.

It didn't take long for Bella to gather herself, and paste a small smile on her face as she went along with the joke. The truth was Rick's flirting had surprised her, and she didn't know how to deal with it. So she did the only truly sensible and self preserving thing she could think of. She stood up and moved back to stand near her son. However, Rick started losing the rounds to Conner. She was starting to realize that Rick thought the deal was on.

As Connor finally started to win games, Bella was in her own world. She was finally starting to question her decisions for the evening. It felt like she had been high on some sort of drug the whole time she had been near Rick. Now that she was finally away from him, she was feeling the warning signs of her body. She was sure her nipples were rock hard in her bra. Fortunately, her minimizer bra was thick enough. Otherwise, they would be like two beacons announcing to the world, her readiness to get fucked. Belatedly, she mused that if she had worn a lighter bra, her nipples would have sated Rick's curiosity right then and there.

She was horny though, extremely horny. She felt the same excitement in her chest that she used to get before one of those college nights with a guy who she knew could keep going all night. This was a rare feeling these days. She only felt this level of raw hunger and anticipation when she had not masturbated for a very long time. Her husband had long ago stopped trying to keep up with her sexual appetite. She had a very high sex drive and so long periods of masturbation free days were rare. She knew that if she could just preserve and maintain this hunger till she got home, she would have a really wild night. She just needed to get some batteries to make sure her vibrator didn't die on her.

It was not lost on her that her state was a direct result of flirtation with Rick. Even now her eyes frequently traveled to his broad frame, his wide long fingers. Even the muscles in his forearm shifted and menacingly bulged as his fingers rammed the controller buttons.

In time, she felt her horniness abate as she stood there besides her son. Maybe she should flirt with Rick a little more, just to keep herself charged up. If a couple of sentences from him had this effect on her, maybe a little more flirting would wind her up to even more delicious heights. Just as she was about to move back into Rick's side of the room, she heard a victorious sound from her son. He had won the final rounds. Or more accurately, she thought, Rick had let him win.

"Congrats Conny! You finally won at something," Andy congratulated him and slapped him on the back.

"Congrats Honey. I know you could do it. Can we go now," Bella said as she moved to congratulate Conner, studiously avoiding the scorching gaze that Rick seemed to be following her with. As they started filing out of the basement, Rick stood as Bella crossed in front of the couch. He towered above everyone else, she thought. Maybe six and a half feet, with an astonishingly broad chest and the large hands of a quarterback. Bella was pretty sure if he really tried, he could encircle her waist with only his bare hands. Shoving such treacherous thoughts in some hidden, unknown corner of her mind, she craned her head up towards Rick "Nice to meet you Rick."

It didn't occur to her at all that she was only gracing Rick with her attention. Not Andy or the blond girl or even her own son who was nearly up to the stairs. She glanced at her son who now had his back turned to her as he climbed the stairs. Biting her lip she deliberated on what to do. She could feel her stomach drop as she decided to finally do it, she decided to keep her end of the deal. Even though there was no binding agreement and she could have just walked away. For some reason, after looking at the smug grin on his face, she decided to do something to make his grin even wider. She stepped towards him, and rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Unfortunately, he was too tall and her five feet seven frame had no hope of ever reaching his cheeks. Suddenly she felt his hand grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her up.

Acting like he had all the time in the world, he slowly raised her up till she was eye level with him. Even though there was enough separation between them, her ample breasts had reached him much before she could as he pulled her towards him. She felt them brush against his solid body as he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Unable to help herself, she bent down to kiss him on his cheek at the corner of his mouth. She had a sudden vision of herself, wrapping her legs around him and wiping that infuriating smirk off his face with her kisses.

He let her go as slowly as he had hoisted her up, his hand slipping through her body leaving a trail of fire. Only once he let her go completely, did the rushing sound in her years fade and she could hear faint giggles from the blond girl. Averting her eyes again, she turned and climbed up the stairs to join her son who was almost out of the house.

Her mind was going a mile a minute as she slipped into the car with Connor. She could not fathom what had possessed her in that basement.

"Are you okay Mom?"

She looked at her son, "What?"

"Are you okay Mom? Are you hyperventilating?"

She looked down to see her chest rising and falling rapidly and she fought to keep her breath even. She was feeling feverish again. At least her plan to charge her horniness levels had worked. She could feel her juices soaking her panties. Get the batteries, go home, screw herself silly. These were her priorities now.

"No, I am okay. We just have to stop by for some batteries on the way home."