Team Mates by Alana Church Page A

how easy it was for rumors to get started.
     
    Trying to whistle cheerfully, he walked down the sidewalk, retracing his steps from a few hours before.
     
    *****
     
    “This is nice,” Tabby said, stretching luxuriously at Stacie's side. They were laying together on the couch, watching on old movie on TV.
     
    “What is?” Stacie asked.
     
    “This,” Tabby replied. “Having time alone together. Not having to be in a big damn hurry when we decide to make love. Lord,” she said, continuing the thought, “I can't wait until we get into college. Think about it, baby,” she said, snuggling deeper into her lover's arms, cooing with pleasure as Stacie cupped her breasts lovingly. “We'll come back from class, eat a really crappy dinner,” she said with a smile. They had both heard horror stories about dorm food. “And then we will have all night long to make love. Just the two of us.”
     
    “Unless we have homework to do. Or unless you've found another girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or unless I've found a boyfriend.”
     
    Tabby twisted in Stacie's arms, a frown pinching her forehead. “Well, aren't you little Miss Glass-Is-Half-Empty today. What's got your panties in a twist?”
     
    Stacie sighed. “Nothing. This...” she trailed off. “It seems to good to be true. Us. What we have together. Do you ever worry it's all just a dream, that it'll all go away one day?”
     
    Tabby's arms tightened around her. “No,” she breathed softly, her dark blue eyes intent on her lover's face. “I don't. I love you. Maybe someday I will date another girl, or find a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I will ever stop loving you. Do you think I'm scared I'll lose you if you find a man to share your life and your bed?” She shook her head. “This is true love,” she said, quoting 'The Princess Bride', a movie they both adored. “You think this happens every day?”
     
    Stacie sniffled, a single tear running down her cheek. Face solemn, Tabby raised her face and kissed it away. Their eyes caught and passion kindled between them, as it had since that first night when Tabby had crept, trembling, into Stacie's sleeping bag. Below Tabby, Stacie spread her legs, making her body a cradle for her lover. Moaning, Tabby slid into her embrace, her groin gently rocking against Stacie's pubis, feeling her panties growing damp as her arousal increased. She smiled and nibbled at the curve of Stacie's jaw as she felt her pulling up her skirt, exposing her ass-cheeks to the cool air of the living room.
     
    At that moment they both heard it; a firm knock on the front door.
     
    “Ignore it,” Tabby said, burrowing deeper into the curve of Stacie's shoulder.
     
    “We can't,” Stacie protested. “It might be my parents. There might be an emergency, and your car is here, so they know we're here. If we ignore them, they'll know we're ignoring them. Dad still thinks this is all going to pass over,” she said, frowning. “The last thing we should do is rub their nose in how we're screwing every chance we get.”
     
    Tabby grunted irritably. “Why didn't they call?”
     
    “I turned off my phone,” Stacie said miserably. “I wanted us to have some time for ourselves.”
     
    “Fine,” Tabby said, getting up. “Don't move,” she said. “If it isn't your parents, I'll be right back.” Smoothing the folds of her skirt, she left the living room, heading for the front door, where the knock had repeated.
     
    Stacie could hear the front door open, then low voices. One was Tabby's, but the other certainly wasn't her father's. She waited impatiently, then was surprised to hear Tabby called out. “Stacie, can you come out here, please?”
     
    Grumbling underneath her breath, she got up and walked into the kitchen, where she received the shock of her life.
     
    Well, not really the shock of my life, she thought dazedly. Not after what happened last night after the game.
     
    Mr. Glassman was standing in the kitchen.
     
    *****
     
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