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The Quarterback Dilemma

Novel By: SoulDiver
Young adult

My first attempt at writing something for young adults. This one's just for fun. I'm not American, so setting something in an American High School is a little foolish and there are bound to be errors. But I haven't lived in England for years either, so where to set my stories? That's my particular dilemma.

Warning: some sexual content and bad language. Not suitable for younger teenagers. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 24, 2012    Reads: 308    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   

Well that was a new venue and not on a Sunday.

Dad went out tonight and 5 minutes after he left the doorbell rang which leads me to think He was hanging around watching and waiting which is slightly stalkerish behaviour if you ask me. I didn't think he looked like a stalker when I opened the door though; I thought that he looked like six foot of cinnamon smelling skin and muscle and it had been far too long since I had touched any of it. I was kissing him before he had said anything, pressing myself against him and dragging him inside. "Oh, God I missed you," he managed to groan into my hair as my hands pulled at his T shirt.

"Why did you blank me today?" he said later as he lay on my Dad's couch, shirtless, jeans gaping open, his hand still down my pants.

I wondered for a moment if I could distract him sufficiently to stop him talking but he extricated himself from my pants and took hold of my face pulling it towards his. "I don't know," I said which was the truth, kind of.

Those long black eyelashes batted a few times as he maintained eye contact.

"I guess I'm scared," I managed to stammer.

He smiled slowly, "So am I, but this is nice isn't it? It kinda works," as he stroked my cheek and then kissed me slowly and deliciously. And I had to agree.

I was still absolutely insistent that he left before my Dad came home. I am not nearly ready to make any of it that official. I still don't know what 'it' is. We fit together physically that's for sure but is there really anything else to it? He's not as much of a douche as I thought he was, I know that now. I spend a great deal of my time thinking about him, I admit it. He seems to like me. He has always been attentive and gentle, and dare I say it, passionate. But can I really envisage myself dating the Star Quarterback? Having the entire school watching our relationship?

It's not long before we'll go to College. So really what's the point? Why set myself up for ultimate disappointment? I never even use his real name, for God's sake. Imagine, "Do you take this man, the Quarterback, to be your lawfully wedded …" Ridiculous!


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