"He's done it! Nathan Scott has done it ladies and gentlemen! With that last bucket, Nathan has become the school's all-time points leader in basketball! The apple has surpassed the tree!" Mouth's voice booms over his headset as the crowd continues its standing ovation. Nathan is currently lifted up in the air by his teammates, pumping his fist and smiling uncontrollably.
All day my encounter with Rachel in the bathroom has been weighing on my mind. Seeing Nathan as happy as he is right now is so worth it. The crowd is full of people with posters, clapping and cheering for their hometown basketball hero.
I head into the locker room to grab my bag. Part of me really hopes that Nathan can celebrate his night in peace, and that if Rachel were going to tell Haley, she'd pick any night but this one. I grab my jacket and walk back out of the locker room.
While I'm waiting for Nathan, I see Dan and Deb talking to other parents. Deb looks like the definition of a proud mama and can't stop beaming. Dan is smiling, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. I wonder how it feels to hold a record for 18 years, just for your son to beat it. I wonder if most fathers would be proud, or how many would hold a grudge.
Finally Nathan walks out, and what's left of the crowd begins cheering and clapping again. He's wearing the biggest smile on his face and high fiving the line of people waiting to see him. Deb hugs her son, Dan shakes his hand. I walk over and he finally sees me.
"Congratulations!" I say, genuinely excited for him. He really couldn't look happier, and he pulls me into a hug. My arms instinctively tighten around him and I wished all of the lingering people could just leave so I could spend this moment with him. I guess that will come soon enough though.
After a few more minutes of conversing with people, Nathan looks over at me. "Are you ready to go?" I nod and he says goodbye to whoever he's talking to, hugs his mom again, and guides me to the gym doors, his hand on the small of my back.
We walk normal enough to his car, but once we're inside he's already lifting me over the stick shift so I'm straddling him in the driver's seat. I can feel how hard he is and can't help but get horny too. His lips meet mine fervently.
"Mmm. Baby I'm so proud of you." I pull away and look into his eyes. He's so genuinely happy and it's infectious.
"I'm free. I'm so fucking free. I'm better than him." His hands slide under my uniform and cup my ass, and I squirm on top of him. "Oomph, Nate…your party." I breathlessly try to reason with him as his fingers explore my body, my lips traveling from his temple to his ears to his neck, any place I can make contact with skin.
"We'll celebrate with them later. Celebrate with me first."
Reason wins out as I think about how we're still in the high school parking lot.
"Tonight, I promise." I breathe out, practically panting in his ear. I begrudgingly climb off him, and he turns the car on, but I get a better idea. I reach over and start massaging him, unzip his pants, and lean over onto his seat, letting my mouth do all the work on the ride home.
We get out of his car to go into my house and change, and if possible, Nathan is wearing a bigger smile than before. Somehow we get dressed with minimal foreplay, and we're back on the road in five. The initial hormone-induced buzz aside, my mind drifts back to Rachel.
He and I are showing up at the party together, and Haley knows this. She knows we're friends now, so I can be seen talking to him, but it sucks not being able to publicly support him the way I want to tonight.
"Where's your head at?" he looks at me, with a look of concern instead of happiness for the first time in a few hours.
"Rachel knows about us." I blurt it out. "She sort've threatened me with it in the bathroom earlier today. She's gonna tell Haley." Nathan looks unfazed. "Well?"
"Would it be the worst thing?" He asks, and I look at him confused. "So what if Haley finds out? You can't just let some stupid threat get in the way of having a good time. Especially when that good time comes in the form of me fucking you into oblivion later."
Oomph. The boy has a way with words. Still, my nerves don't ease as we enter this party.
Some time and several drinks later, the party is in full swing. I'm dancing with Haley. Bottles of champagne are being passed around the crowd and everyone is celebrating Nathan's success. Jake and Nathan, who at this point is incredibly drunk, and looking like he's having the time of his life, approach us. Jake moves to dance behind Haley and Nathan does the same to me, wrapping his arm around my waist so I'm pinned to him, my ass grinding against his groin to the thumping bass.
I lock eyes with Haley, gauging her reaction and end up truly confused when she laughs. She moves closer to me and laughs. "Relax girly, you're friends, it's just a dance. Everyone knows you're in love with Pete. Live a little." And she laughs again as I stand shocked, swaying against Nathan's body. Well, if Haley doesn't hate it…
I let the music take over. I'm dancing with Nathan in public, and Haley doesn't care. I grind into him harder, my body enjoying every chill as he basically dry humps my ass.
Haley and Iock eyes and signals that she's going upstairs with Jake. I honestly can't believe how this night is turning out.
A few more drinks and dances later, Nathan motions that we should go upstairs too. There are still tons of people here, and the party doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. "Go up to your room, I'll grab us another round and I'll be up." He pinches my ass and heads for his room as I pass the hordes of people to get to the kitchen.
I spot the object of my intent, an unopened bottle of champagne, and start heading toward Nathan's room. Halfway up the stairs, Rachel is walking down them holding some guy's hand.
She makes eye contact with me and winks. "Have fun Brookie," she says sardonically. "You should hope Jake can keep Haley entertained all night."
And there's that guilt again. I roll my eyes and continue up the stairs, pause at Nathan's door to look around, and head into his room.
He's laying in his bed, already down to his boxers. I dim his light so there's a light glow on the room and lock his door.
Nathan lazily grins at me as I stumble over to his bed. We're both so drunk and happy. I sit on the edge of the bed, and he rolls over on his side. His hands start to pull my dress and bra straps down my shoulder as I try to work the champagne bottle open.
"Here, switch." I hand him the bottle, step away from the bed and shrug out of my dress. Wearing nothing but my underwear I crawl across his bed. Nathan is leaning against his headboard, so for the second time tonight I decide to straddle him.
My fingernails scrape down his chest and we both jump when the bottle pops. Champagne splashes onto Nathan and my lips hungrily chase it. He takes a deep breath as my tongue wanders along his abs, all the while grinding into him.
I look up at him as he takes a swig from the bottle. He pulls me toward him and our lips connect. The crisp champagne mixes with Nathan's breath and I feel doubly intoxicated. One of his hands on my lower back and the other on the bottle, Nathan and I slowly and steadily make out in the quietness of his room, as the party rages on downstairs.
"Get on your back." He whispers, and I pull myself away to oblige. Nathan sits up and positions us so he's sitting on his knees between my legs. My legs instinctively wrap around his thighs.
"Take your bra off." He whispers again. These gentle commands are such a turn on as I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor. I look back up at him as his free hand travels along my stomach and my breasts, cupping and rubbing and teasing.
Nathan angles the bottle so the champagne lands on my chest. He puts the bottle down and each hand pushes up on my boobs, his mouth following each trail of champagne. He teasingly sucks down on my right boob and whispers, "mmm, bubbly." I can't help but giggle.
With a few more thrusts Nathan reaches his breaking point, as I struggle to regain composure from my own orgasm moments before. This night has been incredible. I mean, any night spent wrapped around Nathan has been, but tonight has an entirely different feel to it. He's not stressed or pressured, he's free.
He collapses on top of me, still inside me, breathing heavily as my fingers play with his hair.
I couldn't tell you a single thing about what is going on in the world outside this room right now. My focus is in this bedroom, naked and sweaty and connected to this completely sexy man. Any problems I had today are wiped away, completely inexistent in my mind.
"All that basketball training pays off for your endurance." I breathlessly whisper and he laughs into my body.
"All that cheerleading practice does wonders for your flexibility." He smirks at me as my mind replays our previous rendezvous and I smile. He pulls out of me and lays down next to me, his arm draping across my stomach.
"I don't want you to be tired yet." I whisper as he opens his eyes from what would've presumably been his attempt at sleep.
"Oh yeah? Have a few more rounds in ya, babe?"
I nod. "I have a surprise for you."
His eyebrow quirks. "What could you possibly do after everything you've already done tonight?"
"Sit up, and close your eyes. Here, let me show you." He moves up so he is sitting on his knees again. His bedhead and relaxed composure are so sexy. "Don't move. You're sure your eyes are closed?"
"Mhm." I reposition myself.
"Open your eyes." I say and he does it, his eyes traveling up and down my body, with my hand on my ass and my chestnut hair trailing down my back, my eyes never leaving his as he takes the view in. Finally his eyes see the little "23" in black ink on my lower back.
"Did you get my number tattooed on you?" He asks incredulously.
I laugh. "God no, it's henna. What kind of dumbass would actually get a permanent tramp stamp of a jersey number?" He laughs, and reaches out to run his thumb over it.
"This is so sexy." And with his dick already stiff again I can see how sexy he finds it. "Why'd you do it?"
The truth is Nathan has been begging me for weeks for anal sex. Strangely enough, it was something neither of us has ever tried before, and though initially it was more of his idea, I started to jump on board once I was opened up to the idea. Plus, to be each other's first for something adds a whole new level of anticipation.
"So you have something to focus on when you're fucking me in the ass tonight, of course." I smirk back at my boy, as his initially surprised face breaks into a smile.
I wake up to Nathan shaking me, stirring me awake. After the initial confusion I hear a knock on his bedroom door. I quickly walk into the bathroom off of Nathan's room as Nathan grabs the door.
"You're alive!" I can hear Haley exclaim through the wall. Her and Nathan carry on about something or other, and I lose interest and sit on the edge of the tub.
Last night was amazing. Nathan was so gentle, but enticingly rough at the same time. My body is so deliciously sore right now, but all I can think of is how he put it to work last night, how he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, how we stayed up cuddling and talking and kissing for hours.
Nathan is saying something when Haley interrupts him.
"Is that Brooke's dress?"