Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (25 page)

“Allison!” I say, turning towards the woman.

But it’s not Allison.

It’s someone else, some sorority girl who’s always hanging around the swim team.

“So you’re the famous Anchor?” she says, sticking her chest out, arching her back, and puckering her lips. Maybe it’s because I’m thinking about Allison, but this
woman doesn’t seem the least bit
attractive at all to me.

“Get away from me,” I say.

“Fucking
asshole,” she says. She leaves,
but
not
before
throwing her drink in my face. It tastes like the cheapest vodka available, and it probably is.

I’ve had
enough
of
this fucking party. I just want to find Allison. I pick
up my phone and try to call her
, but there’s no answer.

I work my way through the
crowd in the ki
tchen, and finally get a little
peace and quiet out here on the
back steps
that lead into the yard. It’s actually quite a nice yard, although a little overgrown. There
a
re some trees that are starting to flower because it’s
springtime
. It’s the season of love and I’m
sitting
here alone.

“There you are, Anchor!”

“Hey, Allison,” I say. Despite the
circumstances
, her mere presence, just t
he sight
of her, fills me with a jo
y that I can’t
describe.

“Listen, Anchor,” she says, as she sits down next
to
me on the wooden step. It creaks under our weight. “I didn’t want
to
send in
that
article
.
I wrote it
while
I was mad at you that first night…I want to be with you, and I’m so sorry…”

She’s trying to get more words in, but I already know that I’ve forgiven her completely. I expected to confront her with anger, as I would have done in the past, but inside I feel calm and peaceful.

“I’m happy you’re here,” I say. “I
love
you so much. Sure, at first I was mad. That’s how this whole party started, but it’s just turned into a disaster. The truth is, I deserve to be kicked off the
swim team
.”

“You really think so? How can you not be mad at me?”

“Well, like I said, I was mad at first. But…”

Ther
e’s a wild screaming rising from
inside the house.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” I say.

“Sure,” she says.

We walk hand in hand away from the swim house, not even looking back towards it. We’re headed towards the campus.

“What were you saying?”

“I
realized
that you love me too much to do something like that to me intentionally.”

“Wow, Anchor. First of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.” She tells me the whole story of how she wrote it in the email draft, and even offers to show me the document as proof.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “I believe you completely. There’s no reason to show me the proof. I think
you’ve
changed me,
Allison
.
You’ve
made me realize that in a way swimming isn’t the most important
thing
to me.”

“And what is?”

“You,” I say, an
d I lean in and kiss her. It is
a kiss for
the movies, incredibly cinematic
, the kind of kiss one of those old movie stars would give, although a little less aggress
ive, a little swee
ter.

“So you were kicked off the
swim team
?” she says, when we’re done kissing. She’s looking me right in the eyes, and I’m looking into hers. Hers are big and beautiful, and her
eye lashes
are flickering ever
so slightly over her eyes...those
beautiful
long lashes.

“Yeah,” I say. “That’s it for the Olympics. I’ll have to figure out something else to do.”

“What if I wrote a new article, though?
A really good one?
I think I can write it
well
enough that
it’ll be picked up by all the national papers
. It’d be good for my career, and it might help get yours back on track.”

“You’d do that for me?” I say.

“Of course,” she says. “I’d do anything for you, Anchor.”

Of course I’ll do
anything
for Anchor. And he’d do
anything
for me. I realize now that he’s changed so completely. After all, a couple months ago, I doubt he would have put anyone in front of his swimming career.

I’m so luck
y
to be the chosen girl, the one that he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

We talk briefly of marriage as we walk back to my dorm room. We’re walking without talking about where we’re headed. It’s understood
implicitly
that we’re headed to my room.

The strange thing about it is that I think
I’ve
changed myself. I realize now that a jock like Anchor isn’t much different than me. He’s allowed me to open my heart up in ways I never thought possible.

We fall onto my bed, and begin to cuddle, each of
us
facing the other. He’s got his arms around me, and is holding me tight. I feel so protected and calm in his arms.

“What if this works?” he says.

“What if what works? The relationship?”

“I’m very sure it’s going
to
work out between us,” he says. “I just mean how are we going
to
manage it if your article works and I end up back on the Olympic team. We’ll be living far apart.”

“I would have been worried about that just a week ago too,” I say. “But you’ve taught me a lot, Anchor, and one of the most important things is that sometimes you’ve just got to let things fall in place themselves. There’s no point in w
orrying too much about that unti
l they actually happen.”

He nod
s, as he leans in
to kiss me.

“You’re
so beautiful
,” he says. “I’m the luckiest guy on the whole planet.”

“
I’m the luckiest woman,” I say, before kissing him back.

We fall into
an
embrace, our arms moving around each other.

His hand is caressing my body, running down and gripping my thigh.

Things turn hot and heavy pretty quickly. Anchor is grabbing my
buttock
s
, but it feels like a smooth and controlled grip, rather than a frantic one.

A minute later, his hands are on my
breasts
and I moan with how good it feels. Although he was quite skilled already when we first met, he’s only gotten better at knowing exactly what turns me on. His timing couldn’t be more perfect.

It’s as if the second I wish he would do something, he does it.

His hand is up my shirt, his fingers circling my nipples.

A few moments later, my clothes are all off.

I grab his hefty belt buckle, and begin to undo it. I unzip his fly, and his large and thick cock
springs
out, already rock hard, already bulging, as if it can’t contain all the blood rushing into it.

He’s on top of me, his chest pressed against my breasts. His chest feels hard and muscu
lar, like warm steel. I run my f
ingers through the deep crevices between his abdominal muscles.

I moan as he rubs the head of his cock against my outer lips. Next, he gently begins massaging my clitoris with his cock.

“I need it now,” I say. “I need
your
cock.”

“With pleasure, my lady,” he says, and despite how hot the situation is, I find myself giggling at his feigned British accent.

He’s inside me, and it feels better than it’s ever felt before. It feels like his cock was
made
just to pleas
e
me. It’s the perfect size and shape, and he moves it with precision, pushing all of my
buttons
.

Anchor runs his hands through my hair, sweeping it behind my ears, behind my head.

He’s kissing me on my neck, running his mouth down to my breasts. He’s lifted his torso up while thrusting into me, so that he can take my nipples in his mouth, sucking on them gently, then forcefully, then gently.

We come together.

I can feel Anchor’s cock spasming inside me as I begin to moan and arch my back.

My hips buck up just as his cock floods the condom inside me.

I’m thrashing
wildly
. This is the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I’m grabbing onto him, around his
buttocks
, trying to pull his cock farther into me, deeper, deeper. Deeper! I need it deeper!

Finally, it’s all over, and we fall exhausted onto the bed, still hugging each other as if our li
ves depend on it.

Two months later, we’re still together.
And it looks like it’s going
to
stay that way. Th
ings are going better than ever
bet
ween us, and we’re both delighted
. We’ve changed so much to a
ccommodate each other, but we’v
e
found
that the changes are
things
we needed individually. It’s as if we’ve become complete, by finding each other.

I wrote the new article. I wrote the article like I’ve never written any article before.
Beaumont
told me himself he’d never seen a better piece of undergraduate
work
in his life. The best thing about the article is that it praised Anchor and the
swim team
to the point of adulation, while retai
n
ing a professionally even tone.

The ar
ticle was so good that The Journal
and all the other national papers picked it up and ran it. Some of them ran it on the front page.

Anchor ended up
apologizing
profusely
to his coach for all the years of trouble, and they
even
went out for a couple beers.

The Olympic head coach called Anchor personally the day my article
hit the big papers and told him to pack his bags and head to the training camp.

“
What
are we
going
to do?” said Anchor, after getting the call. He was more concerned with us remaining together than he was excited about being on the
Olympic
team.

“Don’t
worry,” I said. “I
t’ll all work itself out.”

And sure enough, it did.

I got hired by The Journal
. The call came right after Anchor received his Olympics call.

“We’d
really
like
you
to join us on the paper. When
can
you start?” said the editor to me on the phone.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’d really loved to accept the position.
I’ve
dreamed
of
working for The Journal
since I was a little girl. But I’m afraid I can’t accept the offer.”

Meanwhile, Anchor was
waving his hands crazily at me. “What the hell are you doing?” he tries to mouth, but ends up speaking the words softly. “Take the job!”

“Well,
at least wait until we tell
you what position we’re offering you,” sai
d The Journal
editor
, chuckling to
himself
.

“Sure,” I said.

“You
wrote such a good sports arti
c
l
e, that we’re offering you the position of covering the
Olympics, specifically
the US
Olympic
swim team.
Your article has generated so m
uch interest in the topic that we decided it’d be best to have a
reporter
dedicated just to the swim team, and what better person to do the job than you?”

“Wow,” I said. “I’ll accept! I accept
.
”

So I now spend my days at the Olympic training facility. My nights I spend with Anchor, at our little apartment on the
facility
. We’ve
both never been happier, and we’re sure we’re going to stay together forever. We’ve talked about marriage, and I’m expecting Anchor to propose to me any day now. We’re even thinking of having a baby together, after Anchor competes in next year’s Olympics.