Page 48 of Sportsball is for Lovers

I don’t like that.

But I also don’t know how to change that, how to catch her attention.

We’ve hooked up three times. Now I’m in Boston for the semi-permanent future, but I have nothing to offer her. No job, no apartment, no prospects. All I have to offer is sex.

Is that enough for her?

I’d like to see her again, to bury my face in her pussy and make her scream until she cries. I’d love to try all sorts of new things with her. She’s so fucking responsive. In our short time together, her body was attuned to mine. I can’t imagine how explosive we’d be if we actually took the time to get to know each other.

After the dinner dishes have been cleared and we’ve all recited the Birkat HaMazon and the million verses of Chad Gadya, Sadie disappears down the hallway to the bathroom. She’s more than a little tipsy, having consumed almost an entire bottle of wine over the last three hours.

To my surprise, it’s less than thirty seconds later that my phone buzzes in my pocket.

New match in your area, reports my kink app.

Swiping open the app, I’m surprised when Sadie’s profile pops up. She’s looking to get laid right now? There’s no way she’s sober enough to consent. Anyone who she meets up with would be out of line to pursue anything.

Before I can stop myself, I send her a message.

[text] What are you doing, little girl?

[text] Fuck off.

Shaking my head, I turn down the hallway to the bathroom.

[text] You okay?

She doesn’t respond.

The toilet flushes and the sink runs, and a minute later, the door opens. She’s not looking where she’s going and crashes directly into my chest.

My hands go to her hips, steadying her.

“Are you okay?” I ask her quietly.

“What, are you fucking stalking me now?” she snaps.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay. You’re not in a headspace to consent.”

Sadie’s eyes flash. “What, you think I’m going to sleep with you?”

My laugh is cold. “No, but will whoever you meet up with from the app make sure you’re good, or will they just fuck you and move on?”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she says, her voice a challenge.

“Is it really?” My tone is mild.

“I—you—ugh.” She scrubs at her face. “Why are you even here?”

“I told you. I’m staying with my brother until I find a job.” Even if it does make my insides twist.

“No. Here. Outside the bathroom.” She raises her eyebrows. “Stalker, much?”

“I wanted to check on you, make sure you were good.”

She rolls her eyes. “We’re not in a scene anymore. You don’t own me.”

“What if I want to?” The words come out automatically.

Sadie blinks a few times.

“Look, it doesn’t have to mean anything,” I hurry to add. “We had a good time together, didn’t we?”

Slowly, guarded, she nods.

“It doesn’t have to be anything more than it’s been the last few times.”

She chews her cheek, deliberating. “I’m not fucking you in Yoni’s house,” she finally says.

I shudder. “Hell no. I—no. Not here.”

“So I guess you’re going to have to escort me home. Since I’m clearly too drunk to safely be in a ride-share all by myself.” Her eyes are bright—tipsy, yes, but not drunk.

“I can do that,” I tell her carefully. My cock chubs up in my pants, already anticipating what will happen next.

“Let’s make this clear,” Sadie says firmly. “This thing—we don’t tell anyone. It doesn’t mean anything. And for fuck’s sake, it can’t happen again.”

“You’ve got a deal.”