He shattered that silence with a tap on my leg, “Would you be free, say next Saturday? Care to go out for some food or a movie? We can bring Jeremy if you like.”
Was he asking me out for a date? Really? We just spent like five minutes together and he was already thinking about dating me? Maybe I was just reading too deeply into this. Maybe he just wanted to reconnect and be friends.
“Sure,” I answered. I had nothing to lose anyway, right?
Damon looked happy when I said that and we spent the rest of the day chatting about each other’s lives. I was proud to show-off all my progress in my hotel business in France and he talked to me about his professional football career.
Every time Jeremy would pass I couldn’t help but notice Damon looking at my son. It was like he was studying Jeremy’s face and features very carefully – maybe too carefully.
Was I going to let him know that Jeremy was his?
3
Damon
A few days passed and I was back in my condominium, relaxing a bit and watching videos on my laptop. I completely ignored the email our coach sent us – I could just look at it later on. All I wanted to do today was sit back and relax.
So there I was, on my bed watching some old movies on Netflix when my phone buzzed. I thought about ignoring it but my curiosity got the better of me and I took a moment to look at it. To my surprise, it was Emilia.
“Hey, I’m free for an hour. You want to hang out?”
I was not sure how I was supposed to feel. I read that message over and over again and to my surprise, I started to get excited. Yes, we only had a one-night stand, but that felt so good and I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. I could feel my cock throbbing in anticipation and I had to grasp it tightly with both hands as my mind flooded with images of Emilia and her fucking hot body.
Before I knew I was lying on the bed, masturbating like there was no tomorrow. My mind was filled with images of Emilia – I thought of her new look, her now-longer hair and the way her body curved. Having a kid made her body figure even hotter than before – she now had sexier hips and gigantic tits. I could just imagine what it’d be like to bury my face in her breasts and to get a taste of her sexy little pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunted as the urge was growing stronger. I kept on rubbing and stroking until at least I spilled my cum all over the damn floor.
I grabbed my old shirt off the floor, wiped myself clean and then grabbed my phone. I quickly texted back, “Sure. Where do we meet?”
“At the GreenCo Diner in thirty minutes,” she texted back.
Well, shit. I didn’t have much time to get ready so I took a quick hot shower, put on whatever I could find and dashed out of my unit and back down to the parking lot. I hopped into my car and drove out as quickly as I could.
By the time I got there, I was relieved to see I was the one who reached the diner first. I was able to order a milkshake and some French fries before she got there.
I clenched my fist when I saw just how freaking hot she was – she was dressed in this light, floral dress. It made her legs so appealing and I imagined how I could just drag her panties down and fuck her over one of the tables.
“Hey, I ordered you a milkshake too,” I told her as she sat down.
She put her small purse down and nodded, “Thank you. Sorry, I can’t really stay here too long. I have to pick up my kid at the preschool in an hour.”
I felt my heart sink. Well, there go my hopes for a quickie. I knew she wasn’t free the whole day but I didn’t know she was going to be busy with her son. There was absolutely no way she was going to choose me over a day with her kid.
“That’s okay,” I answered. “So, he’s in preschool now, huh?”
She nodded and quickly turned to the side when the waitress came with our milkshakes. She took her drink, thanked the waitress and then turned back to me, “Yeah. Time flies so quickly. It was just like yesterday when I found out I was pregnant.”
Fuck, I didn’t want to hear about that. However, a nagging question did pop into my head and I couldn’t help but ask, “Who’s the father, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Emilia didn’t immediately reply and I saw her bite her lip in hesitation. There were a full five seconds before she even looked up at me and that was when my deepest suspicions began to grow – was Jeremy my son? He did bear a resemblance to me but there were so many other guys with the same hair color and square jaw like mine.
“Emilia?” I prodded her real quick with a finger. “You okay there?”
She shrugged and forced a grin, “Y-yeah. It’s just tha
t my love story isn’t really one for the movies, you know? How’s your love life going? I bet you’ve had a lot of girls.”
I nodded, confirming her thoughts regardless of how it would make her think of me, and said, “Well, yeah. There’s no hiding that, I guess. I didn’t meet most of them during our games, though. Most of them I met at Mercury Wild.”