Footy fans

Ryan ordered a large pizza and sat in front of the TV, drinking a beer. He fluctuated between trying to think of a way to remove this distance that seemed to have come between them, and trying to concentrate on the football game just to give his poor mind a rest. It seemed to have been going around in circles ever since Marissa had exploded on him at the Cohen's. He now had some idea of just what she had been through when they were apart and he felt terrible about it.

He just wished that Julie had never interfered and broken them up in the first place. But then he also regretted not having had more faith in what he and Marissa had together. He should never have believed Julie when she had met him at the airport in New York. He should have known that Marissa wouldn't do that to him. He somehow felt that his lack of confidence in their relationship had enabled all this to happen. But the fact was that even now, he didn't think that he was good enough for Marissa.

Sure he may be successful and have plenty of money….. but she knew about his background…. where he came from …. what his family were like and the mistakes he had made along the way…juvie…Theresa…. He had always felt that she could do better…..that was why it had been so easy for Julie to split them up.

At the time, he was a student who was making ends meet. Everything he had he owed to Sandy and Kirsten. He was so dependant on them and yet Marissa was successful in her own right. She had made a career for herself and was even looking after her mother….surely it wasn't surprising that he had felt so unworthy of her. What was amazing was the fact that it seemed as if she had loved him anyhow.

But he didn't understand why she seemed to be pushing him away now. He wanted their closeness of that morning to come back. He had asked her to marry him and she had said yes, he just hoped that she wouldn't change her mind after all that had happened. He knew Marissa was very fragile right now and he didn't want to do something that would make things worse. So maybe he was better off not doing anything and just giving her time to deal with it all on her own. But how would he know if being on her own was what she really wanted. Maybe she wanted him to try harder. How could he tell?

He stood up from the lounge and moved towards the bedroom intending to try to get her to talk to him. But as he neared the door he hesitated. She had asked for some time on her own to think things through and he knew he should respect that. He was just concerned that she might not come to the conclusions that he wanted her too. He didn't know what he would do if she decided that she needed some time away from him because he had been the cause of the depression that she had been through. He started to panic at the thought of life without her.

While he stood there undecided about what to do the buzzer sounded and the pizza arrived. After paying the delivery boy he grabbed another beer from the fridge and sat down in front of the television to eat.

But somewhere along the line it seemed that his appetite had disappeared. He ate one piece and then pushed it away and continued to try to concentrate on the TV.

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Marissa stayed in the tub until the water was barely warm and her fingers had completely wrinkled. She kept running things over in her mind remembering all that she had been through when she had thought that Ryan had stopped loving her. She didn't ever want to be like that again. She laid in the bath and played with her ring and decided that she was not going to let her mother win.

Ryan had done everything he could for her today, to try to make things easy for her. She realised that she should not have taken it out on him because of the issues she had with her mother. Not only did she want to make it up to him but she needed to. They had agreed to get married this morning and even though it may not be an official engagement just yet she wanted to celebrate with him and if that meant pizza, beer and football then so be it. She shouldn't have pushed him away like she did. But she was still so used to having to cope with things by herself that it had seemed the only thing to do.

She got out of the bath and dried herself off and then walked into the bedroom to find something to wear. As she looked around her wardrobe she realised that she really was feeling much better. She was with Ryan now and Julie was no longer part of her life as far as she was concerned. She knew that she and Ryan would always have different opinions about that…. but the important thing was that Julie would not ever come between them again. And they both agreed on that so surely that was more important than anything that happened in the past. She needed to concentrate on the future. They would find a way to deal with Julie. As long as they were together everything would work out in the long run.

She smiled to herself as a little idea came into her mind. She really wasn't much of a football fan so maybe she could make the game more 'interesting.' She picked up one of his sweat shirts and put it on with nothing underneath, then moved to the dresser and sprayed some of her favourite perfume on in all the right places. She decided she wouldn't bother with any more clothes because if things went according to plan… she wouldn't be needing them for long.

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Marissa made her way in to the lounge room and walked up behind the sofa where Ryan was sitting watching the TV. He was in the same spot that Annabel had been in on Friday night. Thinking about Annabel just made Marissa all the more certain that she wanted to work things out with Ryan before he returned to work tomorrow. The last thing she needed was for Annabel to think she had a chance with Ryan again because he and Marissa were having problems. She walked up directly behind him so he couldn't see what she was wearing and lightly placed her hands on his neck and gently started to massage it.

Ryan jumped when he first felt her hands on him and he tried to turn to look at her "I didn't hear you come in."

"That's okay. Just keep watching the game. You're so tight, I think a little massage might do you good." She said as she worked her fingers in to the tight muscles at the base of his neck and then moved her hands out, to slowly work her way to his shoulders.

"Aaah... That feels so good." Ryan said. He moved his neck from side to side. "I hadn't realised how stiff I was."

Marissa couldn't help but think of getting other parts of him stiff besides his neck but she replied. "Mmm….probably a bit of tension or something?" stating the obvious after her meltdown on him earlier.

"Maybe. But you don't have to do that." He said. "Do you want some pizza?"

"No. I just want you to keep still….and quiet. Just keep watching the football and pretend I'm not here." Marissa replied as she continued to massage his neck and shoulders.

"Mmm. Okay. I can do that." Ryan replied enjoying the feeling of Marissa's hands on him after the distance he had felt between them ever since they had left Newport.

Marissa smiled and moved closer to the back of the sofa so she could run her hands over the top of Ryan's shoulders and down over his pecs and biceps. She began to massage them and noticed she could see his tiny nipples come erect thru the soft fabric of the t shirt he was wearing and she smiled knowing that his body was responding to her. So far so good. She worked on his muscles for a few more minutes and then slowly moved her hands lower, running them over his rock hard abs, one arm either side of his head. As her fingers started to trace along the top of his jeans she ran her tongue around his ear and noticed he had his eyes closed, obviously intent on the feelings that she was evoking in his body. She whispered "Is it a good game?"

Ryan was startled out of his trance. He opened his eyes and looked at the screen only to realise that his team had just scored a touchdown and he had missed it entirely. "Ah yeah. Great." He smiled.

Marissa laughed. "You just concentrate on the replay or you'll miss it too." Ryan smiled and nodded and then turned his attention to the screen. Marissa took the opportunity to move around to the front of the sofa and sit on his lap with her back to him, pretending she was intensely interested in what was happening on the TV.

Ryan realised that she was wearing his sweat shirt and he wasn't sure whether she had anything on underneath or not. He immediately moved his hands to her, wanting to find out.

"Uh uh" Marissa said as she took one hand in each of hers and put them on the sofa on either side of him. "Watch the replay. Remember …. You're pretending I'm not here." She looked back at the TV and started to move her hips grinding herself in to his crotch as she pretended to watch the TV too. She could feel him getting hard beneath her as his body responded to her little lap dance. What she hadn't figured on was just how much she would be turned on by what she was doing. She could feel his hardness straining to be released. She stood up and quickly removed his jeans and boxers and as Ryan went to reach for her she said "Uh uh. Just watch the TV. Remember?" she turned back to look at the TV and moved back to his lap; this time lowering herself on to his hardness. "Ohhh." She gasped as she felt him fill her. For some reason at this angle he felt twice the size.

Ryan didn't need to wonder anymore about whether she had anything on underneath or not. He thought his brain was about to explode along with other parts of his body. Marissa started to move herself on top of him. Starting slowly, moving up and down she could feel him hit her g spot again and again. The feeling was amazing. She'd never tried this position before and she had thought that it might be nice for Ryan. But forget about Ryan, she knew she was losing control. She didn't know just how long she could last as the feelings of ecstasy threatened to engulf her. Ryan could sense how excited she was and how close she was to climaxing. He reached his hands under the sweat shirt and around in front of her and began to massage her breasts while continuing to thrust in to her as he met her in her rhythmic motion.

"R..Y..AN!" Marissa screamed as she felt the explosion erupt within her and the waves of pleasure flow over her.

"Aargh…" Ryan went over the edge just after her and he held her to him as he shuddered inside her, over and over as the waves of his orgasm flooded over him.

They both sat there panting.

When Marissa had regained some control she gasped. "I'm not sure who enjoyed that most. I thought I was doing it for you but…"

Ryan couldn't help but smile, noticing her flushed face. "You did look like you enjoyed it." It was obvious she still had not returned back to normal. "I'm guessing the bath had the desired effect?"

"What effect was that?" she asked.

"I was going to say relaxed, but I'm not exactly sure if that's the word. But … I think from now on, no more showers for you. Baths only, if this is what it does to you." He smiled as she went to lean back against his chest.

"Ah." He said in pain. "I don't think you should do that. I'm not sure that I bend at quite that angle."

"Sorry." Marissa said as she gently got off him and sat back down on his lap. "Now what are the rules of this game? Maybe I could get to like it." She suggested looking back at the screen in front of her.

"I'd rather hear the rules of your game. I know I like that." Ryan said as he pulled her to him his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss.

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Ryan went and got a light rug from the linen cupboard and they curled up together on the lounge and watched the end of the football and then a movie after that. Neither had bothered to put back on their clothes and every so often when one or the other got bored with what was on TV they would start a make out session that always seemed to have the same ending. Marissa was the instigator whilst the football was on and then when the movie started it was Ryan who was spending more time 'playing' than watching. It was a mutually agreeable situation.

After one particularly strenuous make out session Marissa turned to Ryan. "I seem to have quite an appetite now. Perhaps we should heat up that pizza."

"Mmm. Good idea. I seem to be hungry now too….maybe it's because of all the energy we've used?" Ryan asked … thinking that it was probably more to do with the fact that the distance between them seemed to have evaporated; both emotionally and physically. He knew that had been the reason he wasn't hungry earlier and he suspected it was the same for her.

"Maybe." Marissa was thinking exactly the same as Ryan. "You know, this may not be the normal way to celebrate an engagement but it works for me."

"Me too. I always thought those public announcements were a little over done. I can't imagine anything being better than this." Ryan moved in and kissed her again letting his tongue dance with hers knowing he could never get enough of her.

As they started to slide off the couch onto the rug for the umpteenth time Marissa pulled back and asked. "You don't think we're over doing this do you? I'd hate for you to get tired of me."

"Uh uh" Ryan said between kisses as his hand started to move over Marissa's body yet again. "Not possible." Ryan moved his head down and took one nipple in his mouth and started to flick it with his tongue as the phone rang.

"Leave it." Marissa said not wanting Ryan to stop what he was doing.

Ryan looked over at the caller id. "It'll be for you. It's Summer." He kissed Marissa on the tip of her nose. "You'd better see what she wants otherwise she'll come up here. She and Seth have their own key so they'll just barge in. They haven't improved. It's no better than when I lived in the pool house." He explained. "So you might as well see what she wants now."

"Grr. All right... But you owe me." Marissa said as she reached for the phone. "Hello." As soon as she answered it Ryan took her nipple back in to his mouth and resumed what he was doing. "Aargh…" Marissa said as she felt Ryan's tongue on her. She knew she should push him away so she could concentrate on the phone call but the feeling was so good she didn't want to.

"Coop? Are you okay?" Summer asked concerned.

"Ye..e..eah." she got out as she felt Ryan replace his mouth with his hand and then move his mouth to the other breast and start over again there.

"Um…" Summer wasn't sure just why Marissa sounded like she did but she had an idea. "Is Ryan there?"

"Ye..e..ah." Marissa panted as Ryan started to move lower kissing and licking her as he went.

"Um…your not…." Summer wasn't sure whether to ask or not. "Are you?"

Ryan had started to lick her whilst his fingers started to trace patterns up the inside of her thigh teasing her as they neared her now molten core. He could feel her moving her hips inviting him to join her. He pushed his fingers into her and she let out a cry. "Oh… my… God…".

By this time Summer had a fairly good idea of what was going on and she decided she couldn't get off the phone fast enough. "I'll meet you at 7:30 in the car park for work. Bye." And she hung up and turned to Seth. "Boy that boy must be good."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Chino….. I mean after the way they left your parents house today, I figured things might be a bit strained between them. That's part of why I decided to call; besides having to sort out the plans for tomorrow morning. I thought I could see how things were going." Summer explained. "I mean she was yelling at him only a few hours ago…but…well…"

"Well what? You barely said a word to her. I'm sure it was the shortest phone conversation you two have ever had." Seth said.

"Yeah well. I think she was about to orgasm in my ear and I mean, she is my best friend, but even I don't need to hear that. I may be scarred for life."

"Aww…diddums…come here and let me make it better." Seth said whilst thinking all the while. "Do you really think he's that good?"

Summer raised her eyes at him. "Well, if you remember at college, he basically had them queued up. Let me tell you the gossip was that everyone should have at least one night with him just to set the bar for future relationships. They all knew he wasn't interested in any of them. But then again, I did hear some girls saying he had cruelled it for them because they hadn't been able to find anyone else that came even close. You know….like… everything after him was a disappointment." Summer said and then, noticing the concerned look on Seth's face she smiled to herself and added. "Maybe I should have taken my shot with him when he first arrived in Newport and Marissa was still with Luke. Now I'll never know."

"What?" Seth said. "Tell me you're not serious?"

"Is someone feeling a little insecure?" Summer smiled knowing Seth would now be trying his hardest to outdo Ryan. She figured she could only be a winner out of this situation.

"Well what do you expect from me? How am I expected to compare to Ryan? That's not fair. Let's face it. He's had a lot more experience than me." Seth hung his head. "I'll never be up to his standard."

Summer lifted his head so that she was looking him in the eyes. "Don't you understand? What I'm doing is suggesting that I'd be prepared to help you get more experience. And I'm thinking that we should start now. I can't see why they should be having all the fun."

Seth smiled. "Hmm. I like the way your thinking. So you're volunteering to help me put a few more notches on my belt so to speak?"

"I'm actually suggesting you take the belt off… But yeah. That's the idea. I figure we can raise the bar together."

"I think I can feel it rising already." Seth replied.