Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories) (45 page)

              “What are you doing?” She was looking at me like I was crazy.

“I’m taking us down to that house. I thought we were going to a house party. Isn’t it that it right there?”

“I don’t know what that is, but that is not where we’re going.”

“It’s not?”

“No, we’re actually going there.”

She pointed across the street to where a hotel was.

*****

I’m surprised that I didn’t notice it at first. There it was. It was a tall, huge building, with some trees in front of it. It had bright lights that said that it was a hotel.

“A hotel?” I had to make sure that she was pointing to the right place.

“Yeah, I know it’s not as fancy as the restaurant, but it’s something nice and I can afford it. Are you ready?”

I nodded my head. “We’re really going in there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do this.”

“And how are you doing that?”

“By having dinner.”

“Oh dear,” she sighed. She reached out and touched my face. “Dinner was great but that’s not why I’m bringing you to a hotel. I’m doing this because of you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her fingers over it. “And you are not pressuring me or anything. I appreciated you looking out for me, but I can make my own decision. And this is something that I want to do. Would you like to?”

“Let’s go.”

              We checked into the hotel and took the elevator straight to the room. She opened the door and I followed her. It was a pretty fair sized room. There was just a TV and a queen size bed. We walked further and saw a door that led to the bathroom. It was all back with a white sink, white toilet, and all glass shower.

“Now that’s pretty fancy,” She joked. “I’m going to pop in there real quick if you don’t mind.” She walked in. I made my way to the TV and sat on the end of the bed frame. I located the remote and turned on the TV. I went straight to the sports channel.

              “Good evening, we are here to bring you up to date with all that college sports stuff. We cannot believe the buzz that we are hearing. It’s not even draft season but there are rumors swirling around that a certain NBA team has been looking for someone to hire. It might be through free agent hire.” The anchorman went on but I had a clue of who he was talking about. He might have been talking about Dwayne. When I saw them shoot in front of the university, I got the message, Dwayne was probably going to be gone.

              “So,” Simone came out wearing all this all black lacy dress. I blinked twice slowly because I was sure that my eyes were playing tricks on me. “You mind if we just take it straight to bed?”

“Just like that?” I turned off the TV.

“What are we waiting for?”

“I just remember you saying that you didn’t want to have sex unless it was your boyfriend.”

“I did say that.”

“So once we do this,” I stood up and held her hands, “you know that is going to make me your boyfriend?”

“I’m cool with that.” She kissed me.

              She started to take off my clothes and I wrapped my hands around her waist. I pulled her close for a kiss. I could feel her heartbeat because we were pressed up against each other so close. I kissed her neck and walked her over to the bed. I grabbed and squeezed her because she felt so good. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was down to my boxers. I was so turned on, that I couldn’t contain myself. I put my knees in between hers so that I could open them. She then took a long deep breath.

              “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” I had to make sure. “I don’t want you to rush anything because of me.”

“Would you…” She grabbed me and put me inside of her. “I’m ready.”

              We started off slow and smooth. She felt so great and I didn’t want to finish quickly, but she felt so right. Everything felt better than I thought it would. She was so into it and that made me want her even more.

              After we were finished, I just held her, cradled right underneath my chin.

“So, were you serious about what you said earlier?” She asked craning her head to look at me.

“What are you talking about? So much has happened.” I winked.

“About being my boyfriend. Were you really serious about that, or were you just saying that?”

I smiled and kissed her nose. “I told you I did.”

“Well, I just want to make sure because I told you that I would have liked you to wait 90 days.”

“And why didn’t we?”

“Because you’re really sweet and I think that this will be different.”

“I think so, too.”

              The big game against our rivals came soon. Right after we left the hotel room, everything moved at warp speed. Simone and I were constantly in contact. It was great, but at the same time, it was really distracting. I would be in the middle of practice and I could hear my phone go off. It was usually her showing me a picture of something or just with some randomness. If it wasn’t for the game, I would be into it, but right now I had one focus. Right now it was all about beating the rival team and getting into the playoffs.

              “I’m sure you guys know more than me of how important this game is.” My Coach started with the speech. “Have you taken a good look at the court right now? It’s nothing but their fans out there. Yeah, we have some of our people, but remember we are in their house. They are going to be cheering for their team and booing you. They are going to be saying something really disrespectful towards you, but you have to tune it out. We have to go out there and make them eat their words. We have to go out there and make sure that they all go home pissed because we won this game. Losing is not an option to us, so don’t ever think of slacking up or easing up. If you feel like you cannot do this, then sit down on the fucking bench while everyone does, but if you’re out there, you have to give 110% nothing less. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir!”

“Let’s go.”             

              The first quarter of the game, we dominated it. We had a 20 point lead and everything. Aaron and I were unstoppable. When we weren’t sinking in shots, we were killing the other team in defense. I was always blocking shots, stealing the ball, or making sure that the opposing team was going out of bounds. It was great. By the time halftime got around, we were beat.

              “I know that you guys are tired and that you want to throw the towel in, but you can’t do that. You have to keep it going. You have to. We didn’t get this far for you guys to lose. B-Wood and Aaron, I want you guys to rest.”

“Come on Coach. We can be out there, we’re alright.” Aaron said but he was so out of breath, it was hard to take him seriously.

“No, I don’t want you guys to be burned out by the time the fourth quarter comes around. I need you guys rested. We’ll have Amir and Kyle go in and play for you.” He told us. I wasn’t going to fight him on this at all. I was tired and I could use the rest.

              The second half was going a bit slower. We still maintained a 10 point lead, but there were still one too many turnovers. Our replacements were playing fine, but the replacements on the other team were actually playing better. They were going in it for blood. It seemed like we were going to really lose the lead. I was antsy.

              “Beat those bitches!” A fan screamed from rows behind us. Aaron and I turned and looked at him. He was wearing the opposing team's jersey so we knew who he was cheering for. “What the fuck you fags are looking at?” He nodded at us. “Look at these pussies.” He nudged the guy that was sitting next to him. “You guys think that you’re going to win this game with those bitch-ass ghetto moves that you’re pulling?” He laughed and his friend joined along. Aaron and I just turned back and ignored them. We knew better than to let his comments get to us. “Turn back bitches!” He screamed but we didn’t move.

              “I can’t wait to get back home,” Aaron commented. “I can’t stand these fans that are going so hard for nothing.”

“For real. They so disrespectful over a fucking game they not even playing. I bet you that they not even that good at basketball.”

“I know.” We started laughing. “They couldn’t sink a free throw.”

“Or do a fucking lay up if they life depended on it.” We kicked back and started laughing some more.             

              The game got more intense at the third quarter finished. The Coach came back to us.

“Are you guys finishing up your tea party? I see you over here cackling like hens. Are you ready to play?” We both nodded. The bell rang for the fourth quarter and Aaron and I got in. I passed the ball to Aaron and he shot a three. They got me on a foul on him which was dumb. Aaron had a near-perfect free throw shot. He sunk his two shots in easily. I made my way back to the offense and stole the ball. I dunked it and the crowd went quiet. It was weird not hearing people cheer but I was used to it. When you are not on your home court, you have to be used to the hate.

              Two minutes left in the fourth and we had a nine point lead. I felt pretty confident but that didn’t mean that I could slack up. Coach was right. I had to put my all in the game because the opposing team wasn’t just going to hand us a win. They were making it hard for us and we had to earn every point that we had. Although we had a lead, it wasn’t easy to get it and keep it. Aaron went to steal another pass but he was pushed out of bounds. At first, I thought it was a mistake, but when Aaron got an elbow to the middle of his back, I knew it was intentional.

              Two of the opposing team members got ejected from the game. The team was losing but they were sore losers about it. I’ve dealt with rival teams before, so I thought I knew how it was. Back in the day, the opposing team’s fans would just heckle you, insult you, and maybe call you out personally, but this was something else. This was the first time I saw the teams getting into it. Usually, the team would stay out of it.

              As they ejected more team members, it was clear that it was getting ridiculous. When the game finished with us winning, the stadium was nearly empty and quiet. A lot of the fans started to leave when they saw that we were winning. It goes to show how much faith they had in their team. Once that bell went off, we just cheered our way to the locker room.

              “I’m glad that you guys won but I’m even more proud of the fact that you guys didn’t sink to their level. You guys could have started fighting when they engaged with you, but you didn’t. That took a lot of guts. I know you think that playing well is what makes you a good player, but stuff like that, it matters too.” Coach was getting all choked up.

“Don’t cry now,” I teased. “The playoffs are about to get crazy.” We all started cheering.

“I know,” Coach laughed. “It is.” He sighed, “And speaking about crazy, I need you guys to be smart out there. I know these fans are looking for a fight. So, everyone, we are going to meet back at the hotel and leave soon after. Don’t get too comfortable out here.”

“Not even for a night?” I asked.

“Nope,” He shook his head. “Now get out of here, you guys stink.”

“Nah, I think that’s the smell of success,” Aaron joked and we all laughed.

              Right after the showers, I headed out of the gym.

“I thought you would be walking out of here with your head high.” Simone’s voice shocked me this time. We were nowhere near campus and she told me earlier that she was so busy with blogging that she wouldn’t have time to come to the game.

“What are you doing out here? I thought that you would be busy.”

“I was but I decided to meet up with my boyfriend.”

“I’m liking the sound of that,” I grabbed her and kissed her.

“You fucking that fat bitch. You really are a loser.”

              We both looked and I immediately recognized who it was. It was the fan from before. I knew he was trouble. I held on to Simone’s hand.

“You bitch…” He looked like he wanted a fight and to be honest, if I wasn’t there with Simone, I would have done it.

“Let’s go.” We turned around and walked out the exit.

“What was that about?” She asked me.

“It’s best not to engage with fans when you are not on campus. All they want to do is fight, and I can’t let my anger get the best of me. Besides, you’re here and I can’t let you get hurt; I just got you to go out with me.”

“I’m brand new,” She joked.

“Yeah, I still got to break you in.”

“I thought you did that last night,” she gave me a seductive look.

              I pulled her in for another kiss. It started to get hot and heated but I stopped myself.

“What’s wrong?” She asked pulling on my shirt to get another kiss. I pulled away again.

“I’m not going to get into this. I have to get back to the bus.”

“So we can’t have fun?”

“Not here. We’d have to have fun back at home.”

              We made it back to the hotel. The Coach was standing right in front of it with most of the players.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Some of the team is missing,” he looked worried. “I am just hoping that they are on the way here. I know I should have just rounded you up, but I thought you guys were adult enough to come on your own. Fuck!” He shouted.

“It’s okay. Aaron is coming,” I looked at my phone and saw him walking up.

“What’s going on?” He asked. “Hey, pretty lady.” He reached in and gave Simone a hug. “How are you doing?”