We make the short drive to our special date spot and I ask her, “How did things go with James?”
“Really well. He definitely needs the help.”
“Good, baby,” I respond and lean over, giving her a kiss as we wait at a light. She’s not looking around; she’s only focusing in me. “Ready?” I ask, pulling into a parking spot. She nods her head and I hop out of the car, taking in a few deep breaths of the fresh salt-water air. Walking around, Arion meets me at the back of the car, and I can tell she’s trying to get a look and feel of where we are.
The lights catch her eye as we round the corner. “Oh my God,” she squeals, almost like a child would if you brought them here. I just shake my head, thankful that she’s so happy. As we step onto the boardwalk, it feels nice to just be another couple in the mix of the crowd. I know after the draft, my life – our life – will never be the same.
“What do you want to do first?”
“Anything.”
I chuckle at her comment, trying to decide what to do. There are shops we could go in, or we could grab a bite to eat. Looking around I see the arcade and next to it is a basketball game. Those games are nearly impossible to win for most people, but not for me. “Come on, I tell her.”
Walking over, I ask the guy, “How much for one game?”
He stares at me briefly and then responds, “Five dollars for one ball or three balls for ten dollars.”
Passing him a five I say, “I’ll take one please.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him and he hands me a ball.
Stepping back to the line, I eye the net knowing that in order to make this shot, I’ll have to pop this baby up. The ball needs to drop in effortlessly and not hit one bit of the rim. I bounce it once, purely out of habit. Then eyeing my target, I shoot and make the basket look easy. It drops right through. The guy looks at me like he just got bamboozled.
Arion hugs me so excitedly and he grumbles, “Pick your prize.” I know it’s because no one ever wins these games, it’s really just luck or skill in my case.
Arion picks a huge brown teddy bear, which I can tell she loves. It has a basketball jersey on, so I’m sure that’s why.
“Thank you, baby,” she says. “I had no idea you could make a shot like that.”
“Never doubt my skills,” I respond wrapping my arm around her waist and walking us right for the ticket counter for the Ferris wheel. Being with her like this, I think about how far the two of us have come. What used to be a mix of pain and anger has now turned to love and trust. I can see it when she looks at me, she trusts me.
Waiting in line she looks up at the massive wheel. It’s lit up and one of my favorite things to do at the boardwalk. But I can’t keep my eyes off of her and catch guy after guy walk by staring at her. She’s simply gorgeous, naturally and beautifully gorgeous, and all mine.
Resting my hands back on the hard metal railing behind me, I watch her look up at the height of the Ferris wheel. “Are you scared?” I ask.
“No. Are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
We are next in line and our bucket arrives. The family that was in there gets out and Arion and I slide in. She sets her huge bear down next to her and the wheel moves a little, I can’t help but want to fuck her on this thing at the top. One day I’ll rent out an entire Ferris wheel and make her come from the top screaming my name.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” I ask, sitting across from her.
“What do you mean?”
“Look at you. For starters, your shorts are so short; I can see your * when you sit like that.” She closes her legs, but I tell her, “No, no, open them wider.”
“Like this?” she asks, out of breath, leaning back. My cock begins to get hard and I just nod my head.
“Touch yourself.”
“Bain, what if someone sees?”
“Then let them see.”
She smirks at me and sticks her finger into her mouth and then inside of her shorts. “Oh, fuck, see what you do to me?” I ask as we sit across from one another. My dick is so hard that it painfully strains my jeans.
She keeps working her * just like I told her to. Quick little strokes.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. So good I wanna come.”
The Ferris wheel must be loaded with people as it begins to make a full circle. The walls of the buckets are high and at the top is tinted glass, making me confident that no one could see her, even if they were looking.
“Then let go, baby, come for me.”