my ball and lining up my feet, I take a deep breath and make my way towards the pins. Letting the ball fall freely from my hand, I watch it glide down the middle of the lane, just slightly to the right of the head pin and exactly where it needs to be. Low and behold, soon after making contact, all ten pins fall down.
Not being able to hold back, I jump up and down, clapping my hands with excitement. I laugh, seeing the expression on all three of their faces–they’re sitting on the same pins and needles that I am.
Walking back toward the ball return, I hover my hand over the fan to cool it down from any perspiration forming on it. Being the tenth frame, I still have two more attempts before declaring a perfect game so my nerves are flowing as I stand there and wait for my ball.
Matt comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. My body instantly relaxes under his touch as I close my eyes and take in how wonderful it feels having him this close to me. I’m expecting him to say some encouraging words before I go back up to the line, but instead he just stands behind me gently massaging my shoulders.
Seeing my ball shoot up from the return, I glance back at Matt and give him a quick smile over my shoulder before stepping out of his embrace and picking up my ball. He gives me the same gentle tap on my butt as before and whispers “you got this,” before I walk up to the markings. Using my same form as before, I release the ball and I’m awarded with another strike.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
I’m jumping with joy again.
This time as I walk back to the return I’m basically shitting my pants, completely freaked out that if I bowl another strike I’ll have a perfect game. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be bowling a perfect game tonight. Sure, I thought I’d bowl a few strikes and do pretty well. I didn’t even know if I actually could beat him since it’s been so long, but holy hell, I’m one ball away from bowling a perfect game with the guy I dream about beside me. I’m pretty sure I can chalk this day up as being pretty frickin awesome.
My nerves are so out of control as I wait for the ball to pop up that I contemplate wimping out and stopping. I just bowled eleven straight strikes and all I need is one stinkin’ more. The pressure is so unbelievable that I have to laugh at myself for freaking out this much over a frickin bowling game. But what really throws me–and sends every last nerve I have off the charts–is that instead of coming up behind me, Matt stands in front of me and cups my cheeks with his hands.
“You are so fucking hot right now,” he whispers, only inches away from my face.
Wait. What? Did he just tell me that I’m hot? Like, sexy hot?
Swallowing back the knot that has just magically appeared in my throat, I respond with the only thing I can think of.
“Huh?”
“I’ve never seen anyone do this before, and the fact that it’s you doing it…total turn on,” he answers with the sexiest grin I think I’ve ever seen.
Holy fucking Mother Theresa! He did NOT just say that me bowling a perfect game is a turn on!
“Um…” I say again, trying to swallow down the knot that doesn’t seem to want to go away. “I, uh…” I continue, desperately searching for the right response, but I’m speechless. Tongue tied and in awe, again .
Thankfully my ball pops up from the return, breaking the intense, panty-wetting stare that Matt is giving me.
“Go get’em, Babe,” he whispers before kissing my forehead.
I’m secretly thanking god that he didn’t just kiss me on the lips. Even though I’m longing to have his mouth on mine, doing it right before I’m about to bowl a perfect game would throw me completely off and I wouldn’t be surprised if I totally wiffed and threw my ball in the gutter. That is, if I was even capable of making it up to the line. I can only imagine the way my body is going to react when I finally have those perfectly
Not being able to hold back, I jump up and down, clapping my hands with excitement. I laugh, seeing the expression on all three of their faces–they’re sitting on the same pins and needles that I am.
Walking back toward the ball return, I hover my hand over the fan to cool it down from any perspiration forming on it. Being the tenth frame, I still have two more attempts before declaring a perfect game so my nerves are flowing as I stand there and wait for my ball.
Matt comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. My body instantly relaxes under his touch as I close my eyes and take in how wonderful it feels having him this close to me. I’m expecting him to say some encouraging words before I go back up to the line, but instead he just stands behind me gently massaging my shoulders.
Seeing my ball shoot up from the return, I glance back at Matt and give him a quick smile over my shoulder before stepping out of his embrace and picking up my ball. He gives me the same gentle tap on my butt as before and whispers “you got this,” before I walk up to the markings. Using my same form as before, I release the ball and I’m awarded with another strike.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
I’m jumping with joy again.
This time as I walk back to the return I’m basically shitting my pants, completely freaked out that if I bowl another strike I’ll have a perfect game. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be bowling a perfect game tonight. Sure, I thought I’d bowl a few strikes and do pretty well. I didn’t even know if I actually could beat him since it’s been so long, but holy hell, I’m one ball away from bowling a perfect game with the guy I dream about beside me. I’m pretty sure I can chalk this day up as being pretty frickin awesome.
My nerves are so out of control as I wait for the ball to pop up that I contemplate wimping out and stopping. I just bowled eleven straight strikes and all I need is one stinkin’ more. The pressure is so unbelievable that I have to laugh at myself for freaking out this much over a frickin bowling game. But what really throws me–and sends every last nerve I have off the charts–is that instead of coming up behind me, Matt stands in front of me and cups my cheeks with his hands.
“You are so fucking hot right now,” he whispers, only inches away from my face.
Wait. What? Did he just tell me that I’m hot? Like, sexy hot?
Swallowing back the knot that has just magically appeared in my throat, I respond with the only thing I can think of.
“Huh?”
“I’ve never seen anyone do this before, and the fact that it’s you doing it…total turn on,” he answers with the sexiest grin I think I’ve ever seen.
Holy fucking Mother Theresa! He did NOT just say that me bowling a perfect game is a turn on!
“Um…” I say again, trying to swallow down the knot that doesn’t seem to want to go away. “I, uh…” I continue, desperately searching for the right response, but I’m speechless. Tongue tied and in awe, again .
Thankfully my ball pops up from the return, breaking the intense, panty-wetting stare that Matt is giving me.
“Go get’em, Babe,” he whispers before kissing my forehead.
I’m secretly thanking god that he didn’t just kiss me on the lips. Even though I’m longing to have his mouth on mine, doing it right before I’m about to bowl a perfect game would throw me completely off and I wouldn’t be surprised if I totally wiffed and threw my ball in the gutter. That is, if I was even capable of making it up to the line. I can only imagine the way my body is going to react when I finally have those perfectly
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