*Here is my new Roman story. I hope that you like it* Enjoy!
2 MONTHS AGO:
On a random Friday night I walk into a bar just down the street from the campus of Georgia Tech. It usually isn't my scene to go to a bar so close to where my students study from the school I teach Philosophy at as well as coach football at. Of course it is packed as I walk into the bar it's not surprising it's a decent summer night not too hot but not too cool just right for a night of drinking and hanging out. I look around Ormsby's to see people occupying tables drinking beer with friends and eating food, some people playing a game of pool. I adjust my ball cap trying to stay under the radar in case any of my students could be in the bar. I make my way over to the bar and take a seat next to a beautiful young woman with long black hair to the middle of her back drinking a Blue moon by herself as the bartender comes up to me. "What will it be, Coach?" he asks.
"Please call me Roman," I say. "I don't want to be Coach tonight."
"All right, Roman what will it be?"
"Bottle of Blue Moon," I smile before handing him my credit card.
"All right," he says walking away to slide my card and to open up a tab before he goes to get my Blue Moon. I play with my wedding ring as I wait for him to come back. He hands me my beer and the girl beside me speaks up.
"Can I get another Blue Moon?" she asks in what I believe is a northern accent as if she is from New York or New Jersey.
"Sure," he says.
"It's on me," I interject. "Put it on my tab."
She looks at me for the first time and I am caught up in her beauty it is almost breathtaking. She looks at me with her big dark brown eyes through long eyelashes. They almost look they could be fake but I know they are real and beautiful like her. Her skin a tan color giving off a Hispanic or Italian vibe I can't tell either way she's beautiful and young, hot with her soft, plump pink lips and beautiful white teeth as she smiles at me. "You don't have to do that," she says. "I got it."
"I want to do it, put it on my tab," I tell the bartender and he nods before walking away to get her drink. "Roman," I say introducing myself.
"Hayden," she says with a soft shy smile.
"Nice to meet you," I smile at her before taking a swig of my beer as the bartender brings Hayden her beer. She thanks him with a smile before turning her attention back to me. "So you're here by yourself tonight?"
"Yeah," she says with a shrug before taking a swig of her beer. "I'm solo."
"So am I," I say with a smile, "but we don't have to be alone anymore," I suggest. "We can drink together." I know I shouldn't be entertaining another woman or even drinking with another woman in bar but I'm not worried about it. "You okay if I join you?"
"That's fine," she flashes me a smile. "So you go to Georgia Tech?" she asks me and I'm surprised most of the Georgia Tech students know me as the coach, everyone in Atlanta knows me as the head coach to the Yellow Jackets I am amazed that she doesn't.
"You could say that," I say with a smile, "what about you? You go to Georgia Tech?"
"I'm in my senior year," she answers. "I graduate this coming May," she smiles. "It's a pretty good school. I am actually here on scholarship."
"What kind of scholarship?" I ask intrigued by her beauty. "Academic or Athletic?" I ask knowing that I had a full ride at Georgia Tech years ago to play football but after college I went undrafted and decided to focus more on teaching Philosophy and coaching football for my alumni. I got the coaching position about two years ago but have been teaching Philosophy at the school for about 6 years now.
"Academic," she answers. "Full paid scholarship for my academic achievements in high school. I was at the top of my class."
"That's pretty cool. What are you studying?" I ask.
"I am majoring in Literature, Media and Communications," she says, "and my minor Social Justice," she says and I am impressed. "I'm hoping to do something with journalism and write for some type of website, magazine or newspaper if they are still around but more and more the newspapers are disappearing because people are getting their news online. Technology is eliminating a lot of jobs in many different industries," she explains. "I enjoy a good old Newspaper sometimes but I understand we are at a time where everyone is on their phones, their smart phones at that where they can get news articles for free through a website or on social media so why pay for a newspaper when you can get it for free," she says before she stops herself. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to hear that." She's right I don't really want to hear about technology and how things are changing yet I can't help but to listen to her talk. "What about you? What are you majoring in?" she asks and she really doesn't realize I am a professor or football coach for the school but I appease her but don't really lie to her.
"I'm a Philosophy type of guy you can never really go wrong there everything is based off opinion. In the general sense," I explain.
"I see," she says. "So what are you doing alone drinking on a Friday night, you're handsome enough to have some girl out there why spend it here?"
"I wanted to get out," I say once again not completely lying to her. I wanted to get out because my wife of 4 years was starting to get to me by nagging me and our two children were starting to get to be a lot. I had to get out, take some time away. "What about you? Why isn't a beautiful woman like you at home with a boyfriend or spending time with a boyfriend?" I ask.
She shrugs and says, "I don't have one. My boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago but like you I just wanted to get out and enjoy this summer night. I love Atlanta. I'm not from around here."
"Really?" I ask, "well, your ex is a fool for letting you go," I flash her a smile she returns one back to me and inches closer to me. "Atlanta is a good place to live. I love it here. I'm from Pensacola, Florida what about you?" I ask as I get full view of her outfit. She's dressed in short jean shorts with a mint tank top covered by a jean jacket. She is not too skinny and has all the right curves just what I like. She's a little on the thick side but I have no problem with that at all. I had my days of being thick and wish I could go back to those days I think my wife liked me better that way.
She shrugs and says, "it's life I'm not broken over it. And I am from New York."
"Out of all the schools near and around New York what made you choose Georgia Tech?" I ask before taking another swig of my beer.
"Well, I always wanted to live in Atlanta," she answers, "plus I liked everything I read about Georgia Tech. I could have gone anywhere but I chose here because it's a good school academic wise and their football team is pretty amazing too. It's just all around a good school."
"I have to agree," I nod. "It is a good school. So you're really beautiful are you Italian?" I ask her.
"Puerto Rican and Italian," she answers with a modest smile, "what about you?"
"Samoan and Italian," I say with a smile. "Do you come here a lot?"
"Not really going to bars isn't really my scene. I actually like to hang out at my apartment watching movies, reading books stuff like that but tonight I just wanted to get out. What about you? Do you come here often?"
"Nah," I say with a soft smile. "Not my scene either."
"But I am glad I decided to come out tonight," she flashes me a smile, "because I wouldn't have met you."
"I agree," I say with a smile as I look into her dark brown eyes as she stares back into my dark eyes. I give her a soft smile before I lean in and kiss her lips softly, running my tongue on her smooth soft lips, she parts them granting me access to her mouth. I dip my tongue in her mouth, kissing her deep and soft making out with her at the bar something else that isn't my scene but I couldn't resist myself. She breaks the kiss long enough to climb into my lap, my arm wraps around her waist as I kiss her deep and I feel her hand on my cheek. I kiss her more urgently, more needy, I want her. "Let's get out of here, you live on campus?" I ask.
"No," she answers. "I have an apartment my father leases for me."
"Even better," I say with a smile. She doesn't protest and invites me to her place. I get our credit cards from the bartender before we walk to her apartment from the bar. It is only two blocks away so it wasn't a long walk.
We walk to her building and I open the door for her before she leads me by my hand to her door. We stop outside her door and she kisses me softly, urgently before she digs her keys out of her purse. She unlocks the door and then leads me inside throwing her purse on the table by the door and shutting the door behind us. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asks.
"Nah, I'm good," I say with a smile, "Come here," I motion for her to come to me. She comes to me as I wrap my arms around her waist and her arms snake around my neck before I kiss her softly with urgency. I let out a soft moan as I feel her hands slide down my back and down into the top of my jeans. "Where's your bedroom?" I ask her softly.
"Down the hall," she says with a smile, "On your left," she says before our lips are on each other, kissing each other with a passion, a need and a want. She wants this as much as I do. I pick her up from the floor, her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. I carry her over to her bed, laying her down gently, kissing her as her hands slide up my black t-shirt. I help her take it off of me as my baseball cap falls off with my shirt. My lips on hers again, kissing her with more urgency, I trail soft urgent kisses down her neck as she slips out of her jean jacket tossing it to the floor. I help her out of her tank top exposing her white lace bra and kiss around her soft plump breasts, trailing my soft kisses down her body. Wanting her more and more with each soft kiss on her soft skin, I stop as I reach the top of her jean shorts. I unbutton them and slide them down her legs with her help taking them off throwing them to the floor. Her white lace underwear matching her bra. I kiss her inner thigh softly as she moans out in pleasure my erection growing inside my jeans, achingly hard as I slide her white panties off of her exposing her soft sex. I lay a soft kiss on it before I take my tongue over it and she lets out a soft cry making me smile before I make love to her with my tongue, licking it softly, tasting all of her juices, sucking on her sex as she cries and moans out in pleasure, her legs shiver as she hits her climax, she came with a cry and I suck up her hot release before I sit up and unbutton my jeans. I kick them off and then take off my briefs freeing my erection. "Condoms are in the top drawer," she informs me with urgency in her voice. I get up and walk over to her nightstand. I pull a condom out of the drawer and tear the foil open with my teeth. I slide the condom on over my erection. "I'm on the pill but just in case," she informs me.
"You're fine," I say with a soft smile before I tower over her, she takes her hands over my arms softly as I lean down kissing her softly as I lower myself down to her, teasing her with my cock, taking it over her sex, making her wetter before I slide into her she lets out a gasp. "You okay?" I ask. She nods and I take her lips as I start to move. Kissing her deeply as I work myself in and out of her, taking my time then picking up my pace, thrusting deeply into her, roughly, we moan together and cry out in pleasure together. A scream of pleasure escapes her lips as I bring her to another climax, I continued my movements, going as deep as I could go before I found my release coming apart, firing it all into the condom as I called out her name in pleasure, "HAYDEN." I kissed her lips softly, we rested for a few minutes before we were having sex again and after our final climax I pulled out of her, kissing her lips softly before I stood up. I removed the condom, tied the end of it and tossed it into her bathroom trashcan while she went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I got myself dressed to make it back to my house.
"You can't stay?" she asks.
"I wish," I say with a soft smile. "I have to go."
"I had a good time tonight."
"Me too," I smile. "Hopefully I see you again."
"I hope," she says with a soft smile as she walks me to her door. We share a soft kiss before I make my exit but after that night I never saw her again. I didn't plan to see her again.
2 MONTHS LATER (Present Day):
"DADDY, DADDY!" yells my 5 year old daughter Nova as I come into the kitchen on the first day back for classes.
"Good morning, Nova!" I say with a smile as I pick her up from the floor. "Why are you so happy this morning?"
"Because I go to kindergarten tomorrow!" she says with excitement.
"You're right you do go to kindergarten tomorrow but I don't know if you're really ready for kindergarten. I think you need to stay home with Mama a little more," I say with a smile.
"No, Daddy," she says. "I'm ready to learn a lot of new things. I know my ABC's and my numbers. I want to learn to read," she says. "I know my full name," she says as I walk over and kiss my wife Shea. "Nova Patricia Reigns," she smiles.
"That's right," I say with a smile, "Good morning, Shea," I say softly before I put Nova down into her chair. "She's really excited about kindergarten."
"She has been for weeks. I'm glad it's finally tomorrow I couldn't wait another day," she says. "I made you some breakfast. Are you hungry?" she asks as she stands at the island her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun while she's wearing a Mommin' Ain't Easy T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
"Not really," I say.
"Okay," she says, "you ready to meet your new students?"
"I guess," I say, "but I am more excited about the football season starting this weekend. We have a pretty good team this season some of those freshmen are really good. We might go the whole way this year and get a championship. I hope so."
"I hate football season," she says as she pours some milk in a sippy cup for our 1 year old daughter Kylynn before pouring Nova a cup of milk. I let out a sigh because I know she's going to complain about something like she didn't meet me when I played football she knows what football season is like even before she married me. "You become so distant, so obsessed we never see you unless you have a home game but even then we hardly see you and you get so moody when your team loses. It's just a lot to take."
"Not much has changed since I played for Georgia Tech," I say. "You should be used to it."
"I'm used to it. I just don't like it and all the time it takes from the family Nova and Kylynn would like to see you more than a couple times a week. You leave in the morning and don't come back until late at night. I just feel like I am in this alone."
"Shea, you're not in it alone," I say. "Football season is a busy season. You have me after the season ends."
"Yeah until spring training and then you're back at it, Roman. When are you going to give it up?"
"I'm not, Shea, we've had this conversation. I have to go. Have a good day," I say giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. I give each of my girls a kiss before I walk out of the house. I stop for breakfast on my way to work knowing there will be some type of argument when I get home that I'm not even looking forward to because I'm not changing my mind about coaching.
I eat my breakfast in my office and then make my way down to the classroom I will be teaching a Philosophy class in. It's the first class of the day and I make my way into the room. I take a seat at the desk after I get everything out and ready for my first class including my syllabus, my grading procedures, homework and prepare my laptop for my power points. The students start entering into the classroom as we get closer to 8 am. I stand by the door greeting them on their way in something I only do on the first day of class to make them feel welcome. I stop as I see her coming in the room wearing a floral romper with pink and white flowers on navy blue. She's just as beautiful as I remember her. Her long curly hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. She stops as she sees me and I can hear her breath hitch. "Hayden," I breathe it rolling off my lips soft and smooth.
"Roman," she says reminding me of that night.
*A/N: What do you think? Is it a keeper or no? Please review and thank-you for reading