Thanks to my team. They are, Girlinthemoon, Hal, Norafares, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. I love you all.
This is "Sharing is Caring." It began as a writer's challenge for the people over at Sports Illustrated. It expanded a bit, and we added a few more writers. The challenge was to write something other than what we find comfortable on the "sharing" theme. If you read only stories about monogamous relationships, you will not find some of these stories comfortable or enjoyable. Some are about that, and you will probably find those to your taste. If you do not enjoy the stories, please respect the craft. These fine writers stretched their literary muscles and wrote stories outside the box. Thanks to everyone who participated and to everyone who reads our stories. Randi.
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By the time I started college, I had been having sex on a daily basis for two years. No, I wasn't underage. I started school when I was seven, for reasons that are unimportant. My lover, and the man I intended to spend the rest of my life loving was 13 years older than I was. I seduced him, and the first time he took me out I told him I was going to marry him and have his children. He was taken aback and amused, I think, but he had no idea of the depths of my determination. Believe me, he didn't stand a chance. He was my man, that was the end of the matter, and I was going to make it happen.
When I graduated from high school, he was two years into a four-year contract. We talked about where I was going to go to school, at length.
"Drew, I hate the idea of you moving across the country," he said. "I'd like for you to stay here and go to school here."
I wasn't any happier about going away than he was. "I'd like that, too," I said. "I didn't get a scholarship offer from any local school. Oklahoma offered me a scholarship. They have a good program, I'm one of the top 200 volleyball players in the country, and I have a chance to see just how far I can go."
"You don't need a scholarship," he said. "We have money, kitten. I can pay for you to go to school anywhere you want to go."
"I want to play volleyball," I told him. "This is important to me, Murphy. Do you understand that?"
He sighed. "Yes, I understand. You know I have to finish this contract, right?"
I nodded. "Yes, of course. It's two years, Murphy. Will you still love me in two years?"
"It's not me I'm worried about," He laughed. "You know you own me. It's you I'm worried about. I mean, those college boys are going to be on you like flies on honey. God, Drew, you're the hottest woman any of them have ever seen! You're going to find some college stud and forget all about me. That's what I'm worried about."
"You are so wrong," I said. "I'm not interested in boys, Murphy. I have a man. You are always going to be my man. I will fly home every time I have a break longer than a weekend. You can come and see me every time you have a break. We can skype, face-time, all the miracles of modern communication are going to make it as if I'm here."
I had been pacing back and forth in front of him. He caught me and pulled me down on his lap. One huge hand slid up inside my top and his fingers latched onto a suddenly stiffening nipple. "Yeah, but this isn't available on face-time," he growled.
One thing led to another and we reduced each other to smoking rubble.
Two months before school started, we flew to Norman and checked things out. Athletes were required to live in the dorms, but I had no intention of staying in that hole. Murphy had played college football, and he had filled me in on that scene. Sure, I'd maintain a presence in my "room," but I wasn't about to live there. We rented a small house just off campus, and I was set.
We had a tearful goodbye, and a new chapter of my life began. School was easy for me; it always had been. I had graduated number three from high school, and I never had any trouble with academics. I stayed in my dorm room for the first two weeks, got to know my roommates and got them used to the idea that I wasn't going to be there much. Practice was going well and if I wasn't going to start, I was going to see a great deal of playing time. I thought I had a good chance at starting.
What wasn't going well was my personal life. I was used to going to sleep snuggled up against Murphy's warmth. I was used to waking up and getting my morning snuggling. I was used to having him around to touch, hug, sit on his lap, attending to my every whim and fancy. I was spoiled, in other words. I missed all those intimate moments. I was also as horny as a cat in heat. Luckily, I could get online and buy me a toy. It was the first I'd ever had. My magic fingers had always done the trick before I started being sexually active with Murphy, but that seemed so... childish, now. I didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of going to some sleazy "adult" store and facing some leering salesperson with a dildo in my hand.
It was a fine device, and I could get myself off very well with it. I would feel satisfied for a few minutes. It was the intimacy that I missed the most. It was the cuddling after sex, the moment when I would be in a room of people, someone would make some asinine comment and I would roll my eyes, look for Murphy to see him doing the same thing; we would smile at each other and feel that connection. I missed how we could look at each other, not say a word, and realize we were making fun of the same person. It was all the little things, and I was growing increasingly claustrophobic in my own little world.
I was becoming the ice bitch. I was frosty, all the time. Every single person on my team was annoying AF. There was one hoe named Rachael who got on my last nerve. She had been a starter the year before. She wasn't going to start, and she didn't like it that Kendra and I were going to start as freshmen. She gave me shit, constantly. I wasn't about to put up with it, in the mood I was in. She'd try to make me look bad in practice, trying to set me badly so I'd miss kill shots. After the fifth time she did that in practice, one day I just snapped. I reached under the net, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her under. I got in her face and screamed at her. The coaches came running over and broke us up.
Coach Ryder took me over and sat me down in the bleachers. "Drew, what's wrong with you?" she asked. "You go around with a scowl on your face and your teammates are afraid to talk to you. You snap everyone's head off and if you don't get your head out of your ass, I'm going to bench you. I see what Rachael's doing. Don't let it get to you."
I apologized and tried to "get my head out of my ass," but it was hard and I was miserable. I went to a party, and ten minutes after I got there, I was like, 'what the hell? Why am I here?' I called a Uber and went home.
The damn Uber driver was playing mad annoying shit. Some country song about "Rock Me Baby Like A Wagon Wheel." Christ! I snapped at him and I think he must have thought he finna get shanked. I had to get myself under control.
My grades were slipping because I started just skipping class and sleeping. I had a very high libido. I wanted sex, constantly, when I was with Murphy, but even that started to slip. I smoked weed, constantly, and that worried me, too.
I flew home three times in the first two months, and I would feel all refreshed and recharged, until I got on the plane to go back to Oklahoma, and the tears would begin. At the end of three months, I was going nuts.
