Searching for the Mountain Man - Page 8

But junior year, everything changed. I briefly dated a senior who took my virginity. She gave me the confidence I needed to get a woman into bed.

“Your fantasy was having sex on the football field,” she said. “Or maybe the bleachers. Yes, I’m guessing the bleachers.”

“Nope.” I shook my head.

The football field was to our left, and I sped past it, heading straight to the field house. If it was all locked up, I might have to come up with a plan B, but I was hoping to figure out a way in.

I pulled into a parking space on the side, just in case anyone came along. They’d still see my truck, but it wouldn’t be visible until they got all the way back here. I didn’t plan for us to be here all that long, anyway.

“Do they have showers?” Elisia asked.

As I cut the engine, I looked over at her. “That’s one of the reasons I picked this place.”

I needed a shower. I didn’t have any soap or shampoo, but if these guys were like we were, someone was always leaving toiletries behind. If not, I’d at least get the day’s worth of grime off with water.

“We could be arrested for this,” she said as she followed me around to the front of the building. “It’s considered school property, right?”

I glanced over at her as we stood in front of the only door into the place. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this?”

I braced myself for her answer. If she backed out now, there’d be nothing I could do about it. But I had to ask. I had to know she was comfortable with every part of this. Not just comfortable, but as on board as I was.

“No way,” she said.

She gave me a smile, then grabbed the handle. I fully expected it not to budge as she twisted it to the right, but it moved easily under her hand.

“Ah, small-town life,” she said. “Nobody even has to lock their doors.”

She entered the locker room without waiting for me. As I stepped inside, she was already halfway across to the showers, like she’d known where they were all along. It was just one big, open room with lockers on one side, showers on the other, and some benches in between, so it wasn’t that much of a mystery.

When I heard the shower fire up, I thought about joining her. But no, I needed my separate shower. I had a particular fantasy in mind, and this one required me to be squeaky clean.

7

ELISIA

Ihalf-expected Rob to join me in the shower. But, aside from handing me a small bottle of soap without even peeking into the stall, he remained completely out of sight. I heard his shower shut off and finished mine, and finally I emerged, squeaky clean, hair wet. That wasn’t the only part of my body that was wet.

The shower walls had concealed what was going on outside my stall, but as soon as I stepped out, I spotted Rob. He wore a blue football jersey and white pants. He didn’t have all the bulky stuff underneath that football players usually wore, but he was big enough that he more than filled out the clothing.

“Where’d you get that?” I looked around. There were lockers lining both walls, so it was probably a stupid question. I gestured toward the lockers. “Was it in one of these?”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “Over there.”

I looked in that direction and saw a stack of jerseys next to a stack of pants. I then turned my attention back to Rob. He was seated on one of the benches, legs parted, hands clasped in front of him as he balanced his arms on his legs. He looked hot—like one of those professional football players I saw on TV. Definitely not high school material.

“It was a rough game,” he said. “We got our asses kicked out there. You’re not supposed to be in here, you know.”

His gaze scanned my body. I’d been so caught up in looking at him, it hadn’t hit me until now that I was fully naked, standing in front of a man for the first time in my life. I immediately wanted to cover myself, even with the heat in his stare.

“The other cheerleaders will wonder where you went,” he said. “And if the coach catches you in here…”

“Or you,” I said, going along with the game. “You could be kicked off the team for being in here with a naked cheerleader after the game, right?”

He shrugged. “I’m their top player. The coach would probably tell me to get dressed and go home.”

“You are dressed,” I said.

He probably meant change out of his uniform, but my words had him looking down at what he was wearing. And that made me imagine him with those clothes off.