The Rugby Player. Part III (finale) [f/m]

Thanks everyone for the comments and feedback. I sincerely appreciate it. But for now here's the finale of this one. Part I Part II

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The next day I had a bit of a spring in my step. Grinning ear to ear over the exhilaration of the night before, even the thought of moving couldn't get me down (and I DETEST moving). My friend and I said goodbye to my family and got on the road for the last 4 hour leg of our drive to my new city. We arrived and found my adorable rental in a bit of a mess and started cleaning, went to the grocery store, all terribly unsexy things but my mind was still rehashing every moment from the night before. I couldn't help but think of running into Billy again. My friend knew, I couldn't hide my curiosity, she kept catching me smiling to myself and finally suggested that we head to the bars later to celebrate our arrival.

This was a few years ago so Billy wasn't travelling with a roaming cell phone. I had a number for him, I think an e-mail address?, and we'd promised to Facebook but his name was somewhat common and I didn't want to message the wrong person. So I decided to just see what the universe bestowed upon me. He knew I moved to town, he had my number, and we were headed to the touristy section of town to drink. A gaggle of hot rugby players should be easy to spot if they were around.

My friend and I ended up at an old favorite bar (we'd travelled to this city together before and had a strange adventure with some Brits there months prior, but that's a different story). Naturally I was keeping my eyes and ears alert for the sweet sound of raunchy rugby songs, but had no luck. We were really tired from the move too and after a while decided to just head home.

I was disappointed of course but felt ok about it. Maybe it was best to leave it to one amazing night together and not spoil that. I climbed in my new bed and was just starting to get worked up, thinking I'd masturbate to the memories of the night before, when my phone began to buzz. I shit you not – it was that perfect. I sat up immediately. "It can't be!" I thought. I looked at the screen and saw a number I didn't know, but recognized it as a local area code to my new city. It was just after midnight. Who else could it be?

I answered and heard a lot of noise in the background. It was a mish mash of music and voices and street sounds. But then I heard his voice over it all. You know how some people's voice just sings their smile through the phone? That's Billy. I heard him talking to someone else, asking for a minute, apologizing, moving somewhere. Finally he addressed me, "Nikki, where are you? I've been looking for you everywhere." I laughed and told him I was home in my bed. He told me that he'd been expecting to run into me all night, that they'd gone up and down the strip on a bar crawl, and finally he begged another guy in a bar to borrow his phone and step outside to call me. I was flattered and wished it were true, but expected that he just hadn't locked in with anyone else yet and here was the booty call to the "sure thing." I didn't care though. I knew what this was. I still wanted it, still wanted him.

He wondered out loud how far my place was from where he was. Ironically he was now at a bar directly across the street from where I'd been. Just my luck. He had a hotel room nearby, and his roommate had gone home with a girl… Rather than have him navigate a strange city in a foreign country I told him I'd meet him in the lobby in 30 minutes. I ran out of bed, threw on clothes, quickly tried to put some makeup back on, and scribbled a note to leave at the threshhold of my friend's bedroom door. "Billy called. Sorry, you know I'm cock crazy. I have my phone. See you in the morning!"

I parked my car and walked to the hotel trying to collect myself, contain my excitement. The glass doors to the lobby were locked since it was late but when I leaned in to peak I spotted Billy there, hot as ever, and when he saw me he came running to open the door. We embraced in the doorway and he kissed me. I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled. He laughed, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the elevator.

He told me about their trip, the night out, some funny escapades and girls they'd run into. When we got into the room I sat on the edge of the bed and he continued on, very animatedly reenacting things as he stood in front of me and gestured. I was genuinely cracking up, but also distracted because his cock was at eye level and within arms reach.

In a pause between his story and our laughter I reached for him, grabbing his waistband where his belt buckle rested and pulled him toward me. I looked up at him as I started to undo his pants, my laughing face switching to serious, needing, wanting. I managed to unleash his cock, now growing right before my eyes, throbbing, begging to be sucked. But now we had a bed, and a room to ourselves, and Billy took that opportunity to push me back firmly, but playfully, on the bed and climb over, mounting me, pinning my wrists beside my head. He could take his time now, teasing me, enjoying me, undressing me as if he were unwrapping a present. By the time I was laid naked before him he was still nearly fully clothed, smirking at me, and stood to pull his shirt over his head. A shiver ran through me, watching those muscles flex under his skin, watching his laughing eyes go dark with lust. I wanted his cock in my mouth again but he had other plans. I was flipped over onto my stomach and he pulled my hips back toward him so that I was kneeling. I expected to feel the press of his erection against my entrance but instead I was surprised by a puff of air he shot at my asshole, making me squeal and writhe in his hands.

It felt like ages before he got a condom on and sank into me. I thought I'd felt full the night before but in doggy style his cock was nearly too much. It felt amazing. He pumped into me slowly at first but as my moans increased he sped up, now pounding into me hard and fast. I savored the fact that I didn't have to be quiet now, we were in a hotel in a party town and I could scream and moan as loud as I wanted. It was delicious. We both came and collapsed in a sweaty mess on the bed.

We cuddled for a while and he got up to go to the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo I hadn't noticed the night before – a tribal type thing on his lower back. "You have a tramp stamp?!?!" I teased. "What's a tramp stamp?" he asked, honestly. "THAT, my friend, is a tramp stamp, haha" I told him pointing at it. He laughed. "That was a dare, but I like it, are you calling me a tramp?" We laughed.

As he was cleaning up I realized I might be expected to get dressed and depart, wasn't sure when his teammate was expected back. He came back in nothing but a towel and saw me half-heartedly taking stock of my phone, my purse. "You're staying over right?" he said. "Oh umm…well yeah…if you want me to. But what about your friend?" I gestured to the empty bed next to the one I was in. "He'll be gone the rest of the night, don't worry."

"Ok then" I agreed, "but can we take a nap?" "Of course, you'll need your energy love, we've got all night." He climbed into bed and spooned me, his muscular arms dwarfing me, enveloping me.

He was wrong about his friend though. A while later I heard the door open and got startled, but Billy woke up too and only pulled me in closer, holding me to him. He pulled the blanket to cover my body but poked his head out in the dark. "Oy, Chris, what happened? No luck?" I remembered Chris as his tall dark and handsome teammate, the one from the night before who'd wondered aloud what else I was capable of (than drinking whiskey). "Man that girl was a bit nuts, just crazy, was fun for a while though…you have company?" Billy pulled back the covers a bit to expose my face, "Yeah, you remember Nikki, right?"

"Ah yes, Nikki, hello! You follow us here, love?" I gulped, was this going to turn into a threesome? My mind was racing. "Ummm…no…I live here now, for the summer anyway, it just happened that way that I met you all while I was on my way here."

"Well that's good luck because Billy obviously likes you. Good to see you again, I'm going to crash." He collapsed on the other bed and was quickly fast asleep. I felt awkward but Billy was still holding me and that lulled me back to sleep.

I woke up in the morning twilight to his hard cock pressed against my ass. I pressed back into him, instinctively, but realized Chris was still asleep only feet away. Then Billy was turning me, reaching over me to the dresser, grabbing another condom. "Shhhhhh, we have to be quiet again" he said with a smile. He pulled the covers up and entered me, missionary style. It was nearly impossible to keep from crying out, it felt so good, but also really hot to stare at each other in silence, pressing my lips together or biting into his shoulder as we rocked in unison. We came again and went back to sleep, this time with me snuggled into the crook of his arm, my head resting on his chest as it rose and fell with his breathing.

Later Chris woke up and got in the shower and Billy used that as an advantage for one last hurrah. A quick, hard, doggy style fuck over the side of the bed. Honestly they must have been used to this kind of episode because moments after we came and I was back safely under the covers Chris emerged and Billy went into the bathroom, saying little to each other as they passed but seemingly in a well-practiced rhythm.

Chris excused himself to breakfast, said goodbye to me very politely as if to do away with any lingering embarrassment of self-conciousness I had. Billy emerged from the bathroom and laid down to tease me a bit more, tickle me, laugh. We talked for a while about where they were going next, music, some family stuff. I started to dress eventually and he suggested I come down to breakfast with them, say goodbye to the rest of the teammates I'd met over the past two days. "I'd love to, but no, that's a walk of shame I don't need to take haha." "Shame? No shame, love. Maybe I just want to show you off a bit." I laughed and kissed him but we said our goodbyes there in the room.

We friended each other on facebook and for the rest of the summer kept finding excuses to drop references to "the boat" in posts or comments. Only my closest girlfriends knew what the joke meant. We actually continued to e-mail now and then over the next year, just friendly stuff, catching up. I can see now that he's married and has an adorable little baby who's rocking those same dimples and that smiling disposition.

Overall I'd have to say my most positive, drama free spontaneous sex experience. Thank you for reading!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/39ckfd/the_rugby_player_part_iii_finale_fm