Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the second installment in a three-part series. This chapter contains light bondage and mild Femdom. I hope you enjoy reading it!
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MRS. MANDALUCCI, CHAPTER TWO
by Eosphorus
I get in place, lining up the football with the goalposts in my mind. Visualizing its path through the uprights. Tuning out thirty thousand anxious fans.
Breathe normal. Focus.
The wind is steady, left to right. Nine to ten miles per hour. Gonna have to take it into account. Fifty yards is tough under these conditions, but I've kicked sixteen in a row to start the season.
Okay. Time to end overtime. Force those motherfuckers on the visitor's sideline to fly home in disgrace.
Adam calls out the count. The snap's good, the placement perfect.
The ball flies towards the goal posts, tracking left. Looking like a wide miss to the untrained eye, the wind pushes it ever rightward. It's gonna be close. Too close.
BONK!
It hits the upright and bounces backwards into the endzone.
The upright. The fucking upright!
The stadium gasps. I walk off in a daze. Sitting on the bench, face buried in my hands.
Deep breath, deep breath
. I whisper the Seneca quote, over and over. "Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men."
I lift my head. Whatever happens now is out of my hands.
Their quarterback hands off. Five yard gain. Our D-line is exhausted. All those dirtbags need to do is run it down our throats.
They break the huddle. Their quarterback fakes the hand-off, rolling to his right. We get pressure and he throws towards the sideline.
Interception!
Yes!
Our sideline goes ballistic. I can barely breath, my stomach churning.
I do practice kicks, one eye on the field. We get four yards on a first down run. Okay, good start.
Three more on second down but only two on third. Fourth and one from the thirty five. Do we go for it? Coach sends me out.
We huddle up, Adam looks at me. "You got this, dude. On two!"
"Break!"
Everyone gets into place. Adam calls out signals. Another good snap and hold. I get off a clean kick.
I can barely watch the ball as it slowly hooks. It's gonna be another close one.
It makes it inside the goalpost by the length of the football. End of overtime. Thirty thousand people on their feet going nuts.
What a moment. And on my birthday of all days! What're the chances?
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A pack of revelers cross my path as I head to my car, backpack slung over my shoulder. Ready to spend the rest of the weekend with Jessica.
"Justin!"
I roll my eyes.
Chloe
.
What's with her this year? The constant fawning and flirting. After ignoring me all the years we grew up together. Someone finally googled "NFL kicker contracts," didn't they?
"Where are you headed, hero?" Chloe asks.
"I've got a date," I say.
"You're not going to the celebration?" She touches my shoulder, moving closer. "Come on. It's gonna be a great time."
I pull back. "Have fun, Chloe. Gotta go."
"Whoa!" one of Chloe's entourage shouts. "Chloe just got rejected. By the kicker!"
Laughter ensues. Dang it. I wasn't trying to embarrass her. "Look, Chloe. I'm sorry. I can't stand-up my date."
Chloe glares at me and stomps off.
Great. Now Queen Meangirl has me in her crosshairs. One way or another, this is gonna cause me grief.
Whatever. I'm not gonna let Chloe bring me down. Not today of all days. I put her out of my mind as I hop into my car.
I head towards Jessica's, thinking of her smile. Her bright eyes. Her lips. The scent of her arousal.
Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. Why must we remain a secret?
I know why. Her son Dave, for one. My mother, for another. Because of the collective freak out everyone would have just because she's twice my age plus a few years.
I have to tell somebody. There's only one person I can trust to both keep her mouth shut and not judge. It's past time I told her.
Holly picks up on the second ring. It's the third time I've talked to her twice already today but that's typical.
"What's up?" she says. "Read to tell me about your mystery plans tonight?"
I laugh. I was vague earlier when I spoke to her. She knew I wasn't telling her everything. "I might be spending it with someone special."
"I knew it!" Holly says. "You cannot hide anything from me, beloved baby brother. The real question is why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?"
"It's still kind of casual," I say.
"But she's important enough that she's who you're seeing tonight. Out with it!"
"It's a big one," I say.
"Will I judge you?"
"Tell no one," I say. "Not even William."
"But--"
"No one," I repeat.
"Fine. Let me guess. Another older woman, like that torrid fling of yours with Mrs. Loewenstein."
"Actually..."
"I knew it!" Holly says. "Who's the mystery MILF?"
"Remember Mrs. Mandalucci?" I ask.
"Win! How did this come about?"
I give her the broad outline of how Jessica and I got together.
"You sound conflicted," Holly says. "What's the problem?"
"The keeping it secret thing. Everyone would flip out. You'd be the only one taking it in stride."
"Why do you care?" Holly asks. "Have fun while it lasts."
"If fun is all it is."
Holly sighs "You've caught feelings for her, haven't you?"
"Is that crazy?"
"Maybe," Holly says. "Maybe not. But if you do want it to be more than a tawdry affair and she doesn't, you've got a decision to make."
I nod. "I guess so."
"The best advice I can give you is to ignore it for tonight. You only turn twenty-one once. Put all your worries aside and enjoy yourself."
"You're right," I say.
"Of course I'm right," Holly says. "Do me a favor, though?"
"Anything."
"Don't let her break your heart, okay?" Holly says. "I'd hate to have to beat her ass."
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Jessica jumps into my arms the moment I'm in the front door. "Happy birthday, sweetie!"
She withdraws and I get a good look at her. She's amazing in her bright pink sweater and jeans. Her hair is down, framing her bright blue eyes and oversized glasses.
"You've really outdone yourself," I say.
She drapes her hands around the back of my neck. "I still can't get over it. What a win! And what a moment for you, on your birthday!"
"The only thing missing was you."
Jessica smirks. "Come on."
"It's true. If you were in the stands, I'd know what section. That's where I'd be looking."
She rolls her eyes. "You're such a romantic."
She kisses me again. I pull her close. So what about the age gap. Or that she worked with Mom at the hospital. Or even that I grew up with her son. She's the one who does it for me.
I grab her ass cheeks, pulling her towards me. My crotch presses into her midsection.
Jessica pushes me back. "You're going to have to wait."
"What'd you have in mind?"
"I've planned it all out," she says. "The entire evening."
"I like where this is going."
"It starts with your first legal drink," she says. "And I'm buying you dinner. Then a few other surprises."
"Dinner? We're going out?"
She nods. "I booked us a room at a country inn an hour away. Far enough from here so we can be out together while remaining safely anonymous."
I smile. "Is that so?"
"It is. So you're just going to have to cool your jets until later."
We kiss, tongues twirling and sliding around each other.
"You sure we can't get started now?" I ask.
"Not till later. Take that horniness and put it aside for now. Let it build up. You'll survive."
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The inn is four stories of brick. Some kind of industrial mill, once upon a time, perched on the edge of a river. A restaurant and bar are on the first floor, rooms above. The walls of the restaurant are bare brick, thick wooden beams overhead with massive metal brackets. There's a bar with a row of televisions playing college football.
The hostess sits us at a small table in the corner near the huge fireplace. We glance around, smiling.
"Look at us," Jessica says. "Out in public."
"I like it."
The waitress is a pretty fiftyish lady named Donna. She asks what we'd like to drink.
"Big moment," Jessica says. "First legal drink. What'll it be?"
"I feel like I should order something grownup and sophisticated like a martini," I say. "But I feel like beer."
Jessica orders two IPAs from the beer menu and Donna asks for my ID. She glances at it and smiles, handing it back. "Happy birthday! That's so sweet, having dinner with your mom."
Donna leaves. Jessica smirks. "Should I have corrected her?"
"No."
"I think we should hold hands," Jessica says. "Freak her out a little."
"I like this side of you."
We hold hands at the center of the table and study the menu.
Donna returns with our beers, Jessica and I nonchalant. She puts the beers down, a confused look changing into a knowing smirk. "I'll give you two a few minutes."
We share a chuckle after she leaves.
"I think she figured things out real quick," Jessica says.
"I didn't expect this aspect of your personality."
She picks up her beer. "I've a naughty side. What can I say? Now for the big event."
We clink our glasses and drink.
Donna returns to take our order, smiling at Jessica the whole time.
"This feels so grown-up," I say after. "Out in public, having a beer. A beautiful woman across the table. I'm lucky."
She squeezes my hand. "I'm the lucky one. Taking my hot young lover out to dinner. All the ladies in here are jealous."
"Sure they are."
"You seriously didn't notice Donna checking you out?" Jessica says. "I half-expected her to high-five me. Those two blondes over there also can't take their eyes off you."
I glance that way. Two gorgeous ladies in their late forties are at the bar. Definite MILFs.
"They were checking me out?" I ask.
"Absolutely. And they don't even know that this afternoon you had tens of thousands of people on their feet cheering."
"I'd no idea."
"That's part of why you're so damned adorable," Jessica says. "I really want to kiss you right now."
