To a volleyball match

At the restaurant you sit quietly and eat your delicious chicken soup. You can feel strength returning to you limbs and your aching joints start to loosen up. All the while Trish is busy searching on her phone. She finally says "Bingo" but refuses to tell you where you're going. You would probably argue with her but you find it hard enough to stop imagining Trish laying you across the table and taking you here and now.

So it is that you find yourself at a small high school stadium, surrounded by crowds. It feels like you're sitting alone because Trish's plan has her sitting a few rows back from you. That way she can watch you to see if you check out any guys. You can't twist around far enough to see her, so if you are attracted to anyone with a cock it will be pretty obvious.

One part of the plan that Trish screwed up is that this is a women's volleyball tournament. The men's was yesterday. She says she did it on purpose, "How else could we tell if you're watching the game or checking out the players?" she texts when you ask. But you know Trish and are pretty sure she just didn't read too closely.

"How are you going to pay attention to me when there are all these athletic girls bouncing and diving for balls?" you ask in a message.

"Sry, too distracted ;)" she sends back.

An hour of volleyball teaches you a few things. Firstly, you don't seem to be attracted to any of the men around here - and there are some hot young guys to look at in the front few rows of spectators on the other side of the field. Second, your attraction to young, athletic women hasn't changed from when you were a guy. You wonder idly if you could join a team like this. The baby won't start showing for a few months. A few months of happily bouncing and hugging when you score sounds awfully nice right now.

When you get up to leave Trish is there and you're so busy looking at her that you knock your knee against a seat. She takes your arm and says "That answers that". She pulls you closer and you drink in her scent like she's been away for months. "Yeah, you're addicted to me" she says quietly, rubbing your shoulder.

Trish told you it was best for you to be apart as much as possible today, just to see if distance could reduce your need for her body. She's also pointed out several times that it's not so bad if you're desperately attracted to her. You gave her shit for that, but she just grinned in that infuriating way and put her hands on your skin.

So you've spent a good part of the day in her car as she drives around doing all sorts of little things. Some of it was for you, like picking up some of those money transfers you arranged. Some of it has been more mundane stuff, like some groceries her Mom asked Trish to pick up. Sometimes she goes off and you don't even know what she's up to. No matter - your need gnaws at you whenever she's gone. It's doubly frustrating because you want to blame Trish for not being with you, but on the other hand she's actually trying to help by staying away.

By the end of the day you have a whole back seat worth of stuff. The trunk was long ago filled up with your new clothes and a few other things. You're sitting there, concentrating on not sucking off your girlfriend's cock, when Trish pulls into a parking spot. It takes a while for you to recognize where you are. It's the local college, Harton's. And unless you miss your guess this is one of the residences.

"Finally caught a break" says Trish, stretching. You can't help yourself - you reach over and caress her right breast. "Ahh, bad, bad Jane!" she says, smacking your hand away. Your hand feels a little tingly... it feels nice.

Trish looks sheepish and says "Sorry, you just surprised me. I hit you way harder than I was trying to. Um, today's been hard for me too." She sucks in a breath and gets out of the car, grabs a box and tells you to follow her. She leads you up three flights to a little dorm room. It's... mostly okay? The beds, the sets of drawers, the table are all lowest grade, not that you'd expect a college to trust students with anything nice.

"Here you go," says your lover, setting the heavy box down on one of the beds. "I asked a while ago if Harton's had any extra space, if I could move during the summer before the winter term starts. Today I checked up again and this room was free. So, uh, home sweet home."

"Don't I get a say?"

She looks a little uncomfortable and the words start tumbling out. "Yeah, well I had a hard time concentrating today. I should have said, but this is the best thing, isn't it? You don't have ID yet, so you can't get your own place. And if we stay at my house we'll get caught eventually. I mean sure, I want to introduce you to my parents at some point, but not after they catch us fucking. If we have to keep apart cause of this addiction thing you can stay here and I can stay at my place. And, and no one at Harton's knows you - you can pretend to be a student on campus or whatever, but secretly sneak off and go to St. Catherine's in the day. Everyone will think we're roommates and this is the all women's res, so if you stay here no guys will bug you."

Wow. That's way better than you ever did at trying to explain things to your girlfriend. "Trish, I think this is going to be okay, so don't push me away," you say before leaping onto Trish and hugging the stuffing out of her. "Thanks, Trish. You really are trying to help me and, and I love you and this will be our place. Our home."

It takes some effort to pull away from Trish, especially since this close you can smell her, you can feel her strong arms holding you close and of course you can feel her shaft, pulsing and throbbing as it tries to escape from inside her pants. But at last you do. You can tell how much Trish wants you right now, and you how much you want to throw yourself on the bed and wiggle your ass in the air until she stuffs you. But you both hold back and instead put your frustrated energy into lugging a dozen boxes up three flights of stairs.