Author: afternoondeli

Touchdown, Kenner: Part 1

TOUCHDOWN, KENNER! LUKE KENNER!!!”

The crowd roared as I scored my 5th touchdown of the game against our fiercest rival. Out of breath, I trotted back to our sideline in hopes for a rest break. I was swarmed by my excited teammates.

“ATTA BOY LUKE!”
“YEAH BABY!”
“WHOO HOOO!”

My coach ran over to me.

“GREAT JOB KENNER! TAKE YOUR HELMET OFF, YOYRE DONE FOR THE NIGHT! I CANT ASK ANYMORE FROM YOU!”

I collapsed onto the bench and leaned back. I glanced at the scoreboard.

Pine Hill: 35
Long Creek: 0

I was tired, but felt good. Little did I know that night had just begun….

I exited the locker room and was met by a crowd of parents, students, and other Pine Hill fans. They cheered and high fived me as I walked through them. Read more »

Ignored No Longer: Part 2

“Hey Chase!”, I called out across the short hedge separating our driveways. His head shot up as he stopped his bike at the end of his drive and unconciously propped it up on its kickstand. I stood in the threshold of my front door, leaning against the white frame. I was still wearing the orange bikini, but over it was a long black cover up. It was slightly see through in the right lighting, and its thin material hugged the curves of my hips and the contour of my breasts. I left it open in the front just enough to expose a hint of cleavage, my pineapple belly button ring, and the inside tracings of my long legs. Chase scanned his surroundings and after a couple seconds found me with his bright blue eyes. He did a double take, looking back towards his house and then back to me. His smooth cheeks were highlighted by his blushing. I found it cute and flattering. Read more »

Ignored No Longer: Part 1

“FINE JUST FUCKING GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR FUCKING LOSER FRIENDS, I DON’T CARE!”, I yelled at my husband’s back as he was already shutting the door behind him. I stood fuming with smoke billowing out of my ears, but after a few seconds of reflection I could feel the red in my face and neck fade away. I didn’t even know why I was mad as I had come to expect my husband of 20 years to do whatever the hell he wanted to do. He had turned into a fat fuck, one that would rather play poker and drink cheap booze with his friends than do anything with me. I had tried time and time again with no luck, not even so much as a glance from him, but each attempt left me more numb with less fucks to give. “I mean, damn I look good!”, I stated to myself and my empty house as I admired myself in the full length foyer mirror. I had put on a new bikini, a bright orange one that I had seen the young models sporting on Instagram, in order to entice my husband into a pool day. My 40 year old body had held up well, and although I had gained a little weight in the past few years it had luckily went to the right places. “This day will not be ruined”. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink and headed to the pool. Read more »