Page 19 of Second Chance to Score

Robbie pulled back and when I opened my eyes, he was lifting his wet fingers to his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, sucking my cum off his digits. It was almost as hot as the oral itself.

The oven timer dinged, and Robbie moved to standing. My body immediately mourned the loss of his touch.

“Dinner’s ready.”

He leaned forward and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips.

“Thanks for the appetizer.”

Robbie

I’d almost forgotten the simple pleasure of being buried between Violet’s thick, muscular thighs. The way she bit her lip and softly moaned my name as she neared her release. The taste of her coming all over my tongue.

I’d been with women besides Violet. Not as many as my teammates, but enough to know the difference between a casual fuck and making love. From the first time I’d ever touched Violet, it had been making love. Now that she was back in my life, I was determined to pick up where we left off. Or at least start over.

She’d been my first, and I wanted her to be my last. This was my second chance with Violet and there was no way I was going to blow it.

But as the orgasm glow wore off, her face grew wary.

My dick practically wept in sorrow, but I knew she still needed more time. She’d had twenty years of hating me and thinking that I’d betrayed her. She needed to rewrite what she knew about me. About us.

We were about to leave for an away game – the divisional playoffs, and I’d be gone for the next week. That would give her some time.

Violet continued to stare at me, her face a mix of emotions while she was laid out on my kitchen table like the best feast ever. I took a deep breath and gave her a reassuring smile.

“Let’s eat in the dining room,” I said, giving her a hand up. “You want to grab some plates and silverware?”

When I turned back around again, she’d put her pants back on and finger combed her hair. Pity. I should have suggested eating naked.

We worked together to set out the food, then settled in the dining room, sitting across from each other with the food between us.

“This is good,” Violet told me approvingly as she tasted my scalloped potatoes. “Didn’t your mom used to make this?”

I nodded, pleased that she remembered. My mother had always loved her. She’d been almost as devastated by the break-up as I had.

“Yeah, after I started taking cooking lessons, I spent some time during the off-season learning all her specialties.”

“Well, you learned well. This is delicious. And the steak is done perfectly too. Thanks for making dinner. It’s nice to have someone else cook for me.”

“My pleasure.”

It was too. I got lonely rattling around this big house all by myself and as I watched Violet enjoy her dinner, I was struck by the realization that I’d been thinking of her when I bought it. I liked the house a lot, but even though we weren’t together when I moved in—and hadn’t been for years—part of me had wondered how she’d like the reading nook in the bedroom or the large soaker tub in the master bathroom.

The two of us talked easily as we ate dinner, the way we had when we dated. We’d always been friends as well as lovers. I purposely kept the conversation away from personal topics. When we finished, I insisted on packing up the leftovers for her to take home with her.

“I’m going to be gone all week anyway,” I reminded her. “If you don’t take the food, it’ll just go to waste here.”

When she hesitated I added jokingly, “You’d better return my Tupperware though. I’m very fond of it.”

“Okay then. Thank you.”

After we loaded the dishwasher and stored her bag of leftovers in the fridge, we moved to the living room. I turned on the fireplace and put on an old comedy series we used to watch together. Violet sat next to me on the couch, and in less than five minutes we were making out like horny teenagers despite my earlier vow to slow things down.

When Violet straddled my lap and started grinding against my cock, I damn near came in my pants. I’d been hard as a rail ever since she walked in the door, but knew I needed to slow things down. When I pushed her away, we were both breathing heavily.

“Robbie,” she started, giving me a look I recognized. It was the same look she’d give me when she wanted to have sex, especially the times that I’d worked her into such a frenzy that she was practically begging for me to take her.