Barefoot Blue Jean Night

Here I was again. In his house, in his bedroom. This is where we always ended up. Not that the sex wasn’t great, because it was absolutely fucking fantastic, but I wanted more. I want more and I’m just not sure that he can give that to me.

He has a stable job that pays well, and lucky for him he is damn good at it too. He is nothing short of gorgeous, and his momma raised him right. The main problem? He’s a 19 year old child.

That would only be a problem because I am a 25 year old woman. I am self employed and have created my own business that has given me much success.

“Ty, we can’t keep doing this.”

He groaned and rolled off of me to lay on his back. Slowly he rolled onto his side to stare at me.
“What is wrong with what we’re doing? Is it the sex? Because if I’m doing something wrong you can tell me. I’m more than willing to learn what makes you happy.”

“That’s just it, Tyler! All we ever do is have sex! Not that it isn’t great, because it is, but we’re not anything besides two people that have sex with each other.”
I sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to my chest.

“It’s the age thing isn’t it?” I could tell he was staring at me. I refused to look over and admit that was the problem, even though he already knew.

“Babe, listen to me and trust me on this. I nor you, should care about our age difference. Yes, people will have their comments and opinions, but in the end it’s only you and me. That’s all that matters. We’re together and we like being together. We have lots of amazing, passionate sex because we have busy and stressful lives and that helps us relieve the tension. Having lots of sex is healthy in a relationship.”
The boy was too mature for his age, I swear. It was probably the thing that drew me to him the most.

“Tyler, why do you have to know exactly what to say?” I laughed, sliding my hand through his hair.

“Because, no matter day or night I’m shining, bitch I’m a star!” I burst out laughing.

“You just love that song, don’t you?” I snuggled down into his chest.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t? Jason Derulo is awesome! And that song just represents my life.”
He threw his hands out in a gangster pose.

“Oh yeah, because you’re super thug and live the club life daily.”
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me slightly.
“I am super gangster, thank you for noticing.”

I hit his chest lightly. “Yes, because Bauer is totally gangster attire.”

He pulled away and feigned shocked.
“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, and hey, at least they support my club life.”

I thought about it for a minute.
“Yeah I guess that’s true, but I still think you are the worst gangster on the planet. What would the team say if they knew you talked like this?”

To be honest, I was making assumptions. Tyler and I have never been exclusive so I have never met the team. I think that was part of why I always worried about being with Tyler. He was a huge hockey star at such a young age. I knew the mentality of hockey players was mostly to ‘bang anything with a pulse,’ and to be tied down to me or any other woman would be a hard task.

“Oh, I talk like that all the time with them. They’re like my bros, so I can do or say something stupid and they accept me.”
He smiled. I could see he genuinely cared about his teammates. They were his family away from home.

“Right.” I smiled back.

“Speaking of teammates, I was wondering. Would you like to come to my game tomorrow, and maybe meet some of the guys?”
His smile grew. He looked so excited at the prospect of me finally meeting the team.

“You want me to meet the team?” I shied away from him and sat up in bed again.

He sat up next to me and grabbed my hand.
“Of course I want you to meet them. I want them to meet you too. I want them to meet this amazing woman that has made me so happy. And I hope that I can introduce her as my girlfriend?”

That hopeful, puppy dog look came across his face.
About 10 minutes ago I was doubting everything I had with him. And then he goes and says something like that. What is it about this boy that I can’t escape?

“I would love to go as your girlfriend,” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “But are we going to tell people now? My family suspects something but I’ve kept it under wraps. I’m surprised either of our fans haven’t said something.”

“We’ve been dating for 6 months now, and no one has figured it out. I think it’s safe to say that we can tell people, and whatever they say, just know that I love you and that’s all that matters.” He pressed his lips to mine.
We both leaned in further and eventually, each of us fighting for dominance, we ended the night where it began.

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