Huddles and Harmonies (part 5)

A/N: Had to split Chapters 7 and 8 because they were too long together.

8

Warm-up

Chapter Rating: NC-17 (sexting, nipple play, self-pleasure, dry humping)

HEATHER’S POV

I woke up in Kiaran’s arms. He had fallen asleep himself. I checked the digital clock on my nightstand. We’d only been napping for a couple of hours. My hands were curious, coyly feeling the bands of muscle beneath the blue Henley he was wearing. I stopped, realizing how creepy that was. Then I realized he was actually awake, smirking at me.

“Feeling me up, love?” he remarked.

He smiled cockily. I knew from reading that love was a common endearment in the UK, but the word still made my heart throb. We weren’t saying those three words yet, but I think I had fallen in love with him. I didn’t want to say it yet. We'd only been together for a couple weeks, after all.

“Seems only fair…you touched my ass last night.” I quipped back.

“It is a spectacular arse…” he said.

“Yours is, too. Those football tights leave nothing to the imagination.”

“You know, if you want me to take my clothes off, you need only ask.” he flirted.

I bit my lip, blushing shyly. I wanted that. Oh, God, did I want that. But was it going too far?

“Love, you can look at my body if you want to. You can touch me.” he said temptingly.

“Take…” I started, my voice sounding weird. I cleared my throat. “Take your shirt off then.”

He looked at me with unmistakable lust as he slowly removed his Henley, revealing the white tank top beneath. He took that off as well, showing his well-muscled body. I stared in blatant awe of him, hardly believing this beautiful man was interested in me. He could have anyone. He could have a 5’10 supermodel with huge tits and loads of sexual experience.

I stamped down those thoughts. He was here, in my bed, practically begging me to ogle him. I reached out with one hand, placing it on his washboard stomach. Rather than cold rigidity, however, I felt warm, supple skin. I moved my hand up his chest, to his pecs. I jumped a little as he made them dance, chuckling at my reaction. With both hands, I marveled over his muscular arms. He flexed for me and I felt his hard bicep.

“You’re so handsome…” I told him.

His face flushed.

I wanted to give him a little something to think about while he was at his away game on Sunday. I'd seen him admiring my breasts before. I peeled my hoodie off.

“Lass…you don’t have to…” he said, though his heavy breathing betrayed him.

“I want to. You showed me your chest.” I pointed out, pulling off my T-shirt.

My bra was nothing special. Simple white cups, no underwire. I didn’t have enough titty for underwire.

“I’m sure the cheerleaders are always shaking their C and D-cups. I barely fit into a B.” I said, undoing the clasp and letting the bra fall away.

They weren’t impressive by any means. I envied Trish’s generous rack, wishing I could have eye-popping cleavage. My nipples were peach-colored and I always thought my areolas looked too big. I didn’t really need a bra, but I felt weird not wearing one. Scared, I slowly checked Kiaran’s reaction. His eyes were glued to my breasts, his lips parted in something like awe.

“Lass…” he sighed, taking me in. “You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

By his voice, I could tell he meant it. I blushed, but I delighted in his praise. He made me feel sexy. I massaged my own breasts, pressing them together, and bounced them between my palms.

“Come here, lass. Lie down for me. Will you—can I—” he stammered.

“Yeah…” I said, lying down on the bed.

He kissed me ferociously with a hunger that sent torrents of warmth through my body. His hand lightly cupped my breast and I gasped. Since I was menstruating, my breasts and nipples were more sensitive. But it wasn’t unpleasant. His thumb teased around the nipple and I moaned. They hardened to stiff peaks under his ministrations.

“So fucking gorgeous, lass.” Kiaran moaned against my lips. “Can I---I’d love to use my mouth on them…you can say no, though.”

“Yes…yes, please…” I consented breathily.

He looked like Christmas had come early. He eagerly kissed down my neck. Soon, I felt a hot tongue lathing over one nipple and I cried out from the exquisite sensation. He sucked it into his mouth and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. I had imagined this happening so many times, but it never felt this good. I could rarely make my own nipples sensitive enough to do anything, but he was playing me like a damn instrument.

“Does that feel good, lass?” he asked, his voice like molten chocolate.

“Mmmm, yes!” I muttered, my voice sounding broken.

He alternated on each breast, worshipping each one. Every time he sucked and licked, I thought about him doing the same to my clit. But something weird was happening. A coil tightened in my core as he played with my tits.

Was I…? Was I going to…?

“Oh, God…oh, God…oh, don’t stop.” I begged, the pressure between my legs increasing.

“Lass? Are you—Jesus…” he swore as he returned to his task.

He sucked them harder, playing with the other with his fingers and the dual stimulation pushed me right over the edge of a full-body orgasm. I cried out in shock and pleasure as I came, my limbs shaking.

“Fuck…that was…Jesus…you’re so beautiful…” Kiaran said in disbelief, sounding broken himself. “Oh, I need to…shit, I’m so hard…”

I got to my knees and straddled his waist. My pad would block any pleasure but nonetheless, I began grinding on him. I could barely feel the full length of his hard cock, but this wasn’t about me.

“It’s okay. Come for me, baby.” I told him.

He held my hips, helping me move at the speed he needed. My breasts bounced as I stimulated him and it didn’t take long before his head craned back as he came with a strangled groan. I collapsed next to him as he caught his breath.

“Ruining many pairs of trousers lately…” he commented.

“Maybe next week we’ll lose the trousers…” I said, biting my lip.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked.

“We’re both topless in my bed and you just made me come by sucking my tits. Yes, I very much want to sleep with you.” I told him bluntly.

“Mmmm…I love it when you’re sassy.” he purred, spooning me from behind. “I do need to stock up on condoms though. I haven’t needed them in two years.”

“I am on birth control. But condoms would be more protection."

“Just be sure to keep up on assignments, because I’m already planning to make you come 50 times before Christmas. 48 to go.” he promised.

My belly clenched. “50? You trying to win a record?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be an athlete if I didn’t try to improve my stats.”

I giggled. “I highly doubt they’d accept that.

“You accepting it is prize enough, lass. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

“You gonna use your mouth?”

“Yes…though, much lower than your breasts, lass. Though, that was a welcome surprise.”

"Didn't even know that was possible."

"I'm gonna find all your erogenous zones." he promised, kissing down my neck. "The ones above your waist and below your waist."

“Like my belly-button?” I playfully joked.

“Lower.”

“My knees?”

“Cheeky. Higher. And wetter.”

“Thought men didn’t like giving oral sex.” I mentioned, remembering Trish complaining about such things.

“Selfish men. I love giving head. I want to taste you as you come on my tongue.”

Fuck. I squeezed my thighs together, which only reminded me of my period.

“Well, don’t get me all riled up now.” I pouted.

“Sorry, lass.” he chuckled, not sounding sorry at all.

*

I did my piano performance check-in, finally happy after eight takes. I uploaded the video to Canvas and submitted it. I wouldn’t be playing at Carnegie Hall any time soon, but it was at least progressing. I finished my hateful Statistics homework, hating the word “interpolation” almost as much as Chopin.

I hugged Kiaran goodbye, neither of us wanting to let go. He would go to the dorms to sleep and then leave with the team at 4:30am.

“It’s just a couple of days…” he muttered again my neck.

“I know…I’ll still miss you.” I said mournfully.

No, I couldn’t cry over this. He wasn’t leaving to go to war, he was going to an away game. PMS wasn’t helping me deal with this any better.

“Get lots of touchdowns. And don’t crack your head open and ruin your pretty face.” I joked.

“Don’t let Chopin drive you crazy!” he said, giving me a long, wistful kiss goodbye.

Afterwards, I pouted on the couch, completing the rest of my assignments. I was just getting through a hateful paper. Trish had ordered Chinese and I was halfway through my carton of Mushu pork and rice when Kiaran texted me.

Kiaran: can’t sleep. You’re always on my mind, lass.

I smiled, biting my lip. I imagined him in his dorm room, lying down while texting.

Heather: I think you saw for yourself what helps me sleep ; P

Jesus. When did I get so bold? He brought out a completely different side to me I hadn't anticipated. I couldn’t take it back, it already read Seen 11:15pm.

Kiaran: minx. I have no such device, I’m afraid. Only my hands.

Shit, was he…? Were we about to…?

“Uh, I’m really tired. I’m going to bed.” I said to Trish, getting up to throw away my empty food carton.

She smiled knowingly. “Uh, huh. Tell him to kick Pinehurst’s ass in the middle of your horny time, ‘kay?”

I scowled at her as I gathered my laptop and bag.

I went back to my room and sat on my bed with my phone. I had enough excitement earlier and I was still on my period. But thinking of him hard and wanting me made my belly clench.

Heather: want me to help you?

Kiaran: help me with what?

Heather: you know ; P

Kiaran: fuck, lass. You’re a vixen. Thought about just going to take a cold shower.

Heather: your roommate there?

Kiaran: no, he’s off drunk somewhere else.

Heather: what would you do to me if I was there and not on the rag?

Kiaran: think a better question would be what I wouldn’t do to you ; )

I crossed my legs, feeling my core throb.

Heather: tell me

Kiaran: I’d map all contours and valleys of your body with my hands…then my mouth ; )

Kiaran: fraid im gonna become less articulate with one hand

Heather: I want to touch you like that. Touch you like you want to be touched.

Kiaran: fuck…want to touch you too. Want to play with your pussy

I blew out a long breath. I pictured his big fingers stroking my folds, rubbing my clit. I set the phone down to get my vibrator out of the drawer. I was a hormonal woman with a hot boyfriend, it needed to happen. It was a little awkward texting with one hand, but I made it work.

Heather: want to make you come. Want to see it up close. Without clothes.

Kiaran: shit. I want to plunge my fingers inside you. Want to fuck you with my fingers till you come. Want to lick your clit and taste you.

Fuck. I turned on the vibrator on its highest setting and rubbed it over the front of my panties.

Heather: want to taste you too. Want to suck you off. Want to lick you all over.

I humped against the vibrator, trying to keep silent, but he had me so revved up. He took longer to respond and I imagined him stroking himself, moaning in his bed.

Kiaran: want to feel you come around my cock

I bit my arm as I came hard, my back bowing off the bed. I turned off the vibrator, breathing heavily, my limbs still trembling.

Kiaran: jesus. I’m seeing stars. Was it good for you?

Heather: very ; )

Kiaran: sorry if that got a bit uh…much

Heather: no, I loved it.

Heather: feel sleepy now?

Kiaran: yes. Thank you, lass

Heather: goodnight baby

Kiaran: night sweetheart

*

KIARAN’S POV

The college charter buses always smelled like sweaty football pads, grass, and feet. I took two showers a day, but many players thought they were above hygiene. Coach Elmers would routinely threaten probation if they didn’t bathe.

“You are grown men and I am not your mama! I was in the service for 6 years and you know what drill sergeants would do to the soldiers who wouldn’t shower? They’d blast them with a hose at 0400 hours and make them run sopping wet! Do you want me to do that?”

Somehow, I doubted we were going to win today. We had several new team members and not enough time to go over all the plays. My mind was still stuck on Heather and our sexting session last night. I hadn’t planned any of it to happen. I just missed her sleeping next to me. She surprised me constantly, having a natural sexual appetite despite being a virgin. I couldn’t wait to make love to her.

These were not thoughts to have before a game. Strictly speaking, we were advised not to masturbate or have sex before game days due to fatigue.

My phone buzzed.

Heather: have a good game, baby. [kissing emoji]

I smiled, wanting to tell her I loved her.

Kiaran: [kissing emoji] [heart eyes emoji]

That would have to do for now.

The four-hour bus ride was moderately quiet because many team members were napping. I could never nap on moving vehicles so I read a book. As a kid, I had enjoyed sci-fi and fantasy novels. I never quite got into Harry Potter, which was seen as sacrilege back in the UK, at least before 2016. I was reading romances as research for the novella project. At least, that's what I told myself as I read the love scenes, trying not picture the characters as Heather and I.

We arrived at the college at half past noon. Signs directed us to the adjunct locker rooms and dining hall. We all ate a light lunch and changed out, preparing to walk out onto the field.

HEATHER’S POV

Trish had friends over to watch the game on cable news. It definitely wasn’t ESPN coverage, but there were intermittent cuts to two guys explaining the game plays with a whiteboard. Owen Gordon was as punk rock as Trish with full sleeve tattoos and snakebite piercings. His boyfriend, Paul Easton, tried to explain the sport to me, but it was like listening to Statistics lectures.

Uncle Rick had once tried to explain the game to me, but my mother had snapped, “Why would a girl want to know about football?” like women understanding sports was a moral failure of some kind. She had hated me being on the baseball team, even if I was effectively just an assistant. Sports were not worthwhile investments in her narrow-minded world. Miranda had played volleyball all through middle school against Mom’s wishes. Mom had wanted to take ballet or dance classes or something else more feminine.

“I can assure you, Mom, I am very feminine.” she had joked. “Nothing more feminine than eating out the captain in the showers.”

“I so did not need to know that.” I had bristled.

“Homophobe.”

“It is not homophobic to not want to know how many girls your sister is doinking in the showers!”

“’Doinking’? You can just say fucking, it’s fine.” Miranda had laughed.

The only thing I understood about the game was that the score was not in Charlesburg’s favor. I could just barely see the 61 on Kiaran’s uniform while in formation. The action became a blur and I tuned out to scroll on my phone.

“Man, they are being murdered by Pinehurst. Did you know the team got busted for steroids? They had to replace a bunch of members last minute.” Paul mentioned, grabbing another slice of pizza.

“O’Driscoll got into it with Washington, that much I know.” Owen responded. “Ain’t that your boo? The handsome Irishman?”

I smirked back at him. "Yes." I said, trying not to sound prideful.

“Do they wear those kilts?” Paul asked.

“No, that’s Scottish. I heard they don’t put on underwear under those.” Owen said dreamily. “Say, Paulie, can you do a Scottish accent?”

“Must we be stereotypically gay in front of company?”

“What stereotypical gay watches football?”

“For men in tights, duh!”

They bantered back and forth for a bit.

“Hey, Heather, I got you something and put it under the cabinet in the bathroom. I was getting weekly groceries and I think you might need them soon.” Trish commented in the kitchen while we cleaned up the dishes.

I gave her side-eye. “What did you buy?”

“Well, I get them for myself and certain company every month, so I figured I’d buy you a box.”

I dropped a glass in the sink. It loudly clinked against the metal and other dishes .

“Did you buy me condoms?!” I hissed.

“No glove, no love.” she recited with her tongue in her teeth. “Now, I can’t hear you two in my room because of the foam panels. But the living room…damn, that boy be making you sing!”

She cackled. My face was cherry tomato red.

“Just saying, if we do have the party here, don’t be sneaking off your room with him because it is not soundproof.” she informed me. "Order some of the acoustic panels and thank me later."

“Pinehurst won, 22-10!” Owen yelled from the couch.

*

KIARAN’S POV

The after-game showers were solemn. I didn’t expect to win, but actually losing does depress me. Pinehurst’s defensive linemen were massive tanks and from the first down, I knew we were fucked. As much as we hated Washington for his attitude and drug problem, he was a giant and could barrel through defense with minimal tackles. Miraculously, no one got injured. Last semester, we thought we were cursed with multiple injuries occurring each weekend.

We filed back onto the bus and Coach Elmers used the bus intercom. Here came the bollocking. I wasn’t in the mood to be yelled at like a pestilent schoolboy.

“I’m gonna be honest with you all: We were heavily disadvantaged. What with losing our quarterback and most of our defensive linemen to the steroid scandal, we have had to cut our losses. That being said, our new members played well. Don’t let the scoreboard discourage you.”

We went out to dinner at a steakhouse. I ate my burger ravenously and texted Heather while the others were finishing up their meals.

Kiaran: we lost. Bound to happen with the steroid shit. Hope your day’s going well, lass [pink heart]

Heather: that sucks. I’m sorry, baby. Anything I can do to make your day better?

Kiaran: a pic of your beautiful face will cheer me up

Heather: just my face? ; P

Kiaran: cheeky

Heather sent a photo of her lying down in her bed. My heart always ached when I looked at her. She had on a sultry smile. She sent a follow-up photo of her glancing up at the camera with unmistakable bedroom eyes.

Kiaran: beautiful girl. You’re so fucking pretty, lass.

Heather: I can send sexier ones later. Just promise that you’ll delete them.

Kiaran: you don’t have to do that lass. I’ll never forget how sexy you are.

Heather: I ordered my Halloween party costume and priority shipped it. maybe I’ll try it on for you. Not sure if it’ll be too much for a costume. It’s definitely a bit sluttier than I dress

Kiaran: lass, if you’re not comfortable in it, you don’t have to wear it. you’d look amazing in everything

Heather: oh I’d feel very comfortable wearing something you’d like. And not wearing anything, of course ; P

I was thankful I was wearing my loose shorts. I crossed my legs.

Kiaran: not exactly comfortable being hard on a bus full of men, lass

Heather: sorry. I can tone it down.

Kiaran: lass I love how flirty you are. I just have to bunk with another dude and it doesn’t give me much alone time. But you can think all the filthy things about me you want to get off ; )

I cursed this infernal bus. I didn’t want to stay in a hotel, I wanted to get back to Heather.

Luckily, I happened to get a room to myself because single-bed rooms were all that remained available. I hunted down my room number and opened the door with my key. I laid down on the spacious bed and texted Heather.

Kiaran: have a room to myself, lass.

Heather: I miss having you next to me [pink heart]

Kiaran: miss you too, sweetheart.

Heather: you want a saucy pic? ; P

Kiaran: only if you want to take one.

A couple of moments later, I received a pic of Heather, her cleavage showing in a low-cut top. Her lips were curved in a naughty smile. I pressed a hand to my stiffening cock.

Heather: can I have a pic? ; P

I took my shirt off and opened the camera app on my phone. I took a photo with just my torso, then I took a risk and included the slightest hint of my bulging cock in my shorts in the next one. I sent her both.

Heather: god, you’re so fucking hot [panting emoji]

Kiaran: can I call you?

Heather: yeah

Seconds later, I heard her voice. I heard the low hum that must be her vibrator.

“Yes, pleasure yourself, lass. Let me hear you.” I instructed.

She moaned. My hips bucked involuntarily. I reached down my shorts and took hold my cock, using the pre-cum to lubricate it.

“Talk to me…” she requested. “Your voice is so sexy.”

“I want to watch you play with your pussy sometime, lass. Want to learn what makes you come. I want to use my mouth on you so bad.”

Her breathy whimpers increased. I stroked myself, my own pleasure mounting.

“I want to fuck you in every position known to mankind. Want to bury myself inside you and never leave. Want to make you come over and over again on my cock, on my fingers, on my face, on my tongue—”

“Shit!” she cried out and from the long keening wail, she must have orgasmed.

Knowing that I drove her to that point, I was only a few strokes behind her, coming in my shorts.

I lie back. We listen to each other breathe as we calm down.

“Halloween party next Saturday. I’ll be off the rag. After the party, you can stay the night and make love to me.” Heather said. “Maybe I won’t show you my costume till the party.”

“You gonna tease me, love?” I joked. “Nah, that’s alright. I like the wait.”

“Good night, baby. I lo—uhh, good night.” she halted nervously.

“You okay, lass?” I asked.

My heart was thumping in my throat. I was sure she was just about to say “I love you,” but I didn’t press her.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.” she answered. “Good night.”

I love you. I love you. Fuck, I love you so fucking much, it kills me.

“Good night, darling.” I bade her.

We both hung up.