Still, it might be good to bring it up, I thought.
“Hey, you know football players aren’t supposed to have steady girlfriends or anything, right? Coach wants us all football all the time.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I understand. It’s no big thing. I’m so busy now anyway. I mean, you’re good in bed and all, but I don’t have time for a real relationship right now either.”
“Right,” I said, somehow sad she hadn’t been offended by me bringing it up. “Let’s do this.”
I opened my door and got out of the car, stretching to the sky. She walked around the back of the Camaro and stopped at my side.
“Looks like they’re all here already,” she said, pointing to the grassy field sixty yards away.
“Yeah, I’m always late. It’s cool. You’re with me.”
“Big man on campus, huh?” she teased.
“You know it.”
I winked at her. Side by side, we made our way to the dozen others standing around with flags tucked into their belts or pants. Curtis tossed a football up in the air, catching it confidently.
“It’s okay if you don’t play well,” I whispered.
She punched me in the arm.
“Oww,” I said, laughing and rubbing it.
“I’m tough too, you know.”
Introductions were passed out. Everyone, including Curtis, didn’t say anything about Haley showing up with me.
“Women versus men?” I asked.
“We’re going to kick your ass today,” Janet Frost said.
As captain of the women’s track team, she knew how to run.
“Oh, hey, Haley,” she said as we formed two groups of people in the field.
“Get ready to have some fun, ladies,” Curtis said. “We’ll kick off to you.”
“Bring it,” Haley said, a trash-talking star. “You boys are going down.”
All I thought about was her going down on me as the guys walked to one end of our makeshift field. Curtis stopped and placed the ball on the ground. Eric, the kicker for our team, sent it sailing down toward the group of women.
Haley grabbed it. I half-expected her to drop to a knee, but instead she sprinted down the field toward us. Game on, I thought, running toward her.
She screamed, dodging Curtis and two others who had reached her first. I ran behind her, laughing too hard and unable to catch her.
When she crossed the two trees that signified the goal line, she threw the football to the ground and lifted her arms triumphantly.
I stopped to catch my breath, still smiling from ear to ear. As we played, I forgot all about forgetting her and moving on with my life.
She made life more interesting when she was around. And pleasurable. I found it hard to locate any of her faults. We all had them, but in the first pangs of love, they were hard to spot.
Needless to say, the women won the game, with Curtis allowing two women to tackle him to the ground and steal his flag, losing it for us. I didn’t care, so happy to be playing with Haley.
“Great game,” she said, breathing heavy.
“Let’s get a water from the car.”
“There’s a water fountain over there,” she said, pointing outside a bathroom on the far side of the field across from the parking lot.
“It’ll be good to walk it off,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“Walking off might not be all we get to do,” she said.
I turned my head and saw a mischievous grin on her face.
What’s she up to now? I wondered.
At the water fountain, she took a drink. I did the same. She then took my hand and dragged me behind the building and into the trees.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Shhh…”
She stopped next to a tree and bent to her knees on the soft forest floor. I smiled down at her, surprised she would do something so sexy and dangerous.
As I watched, she took my cock out and stroked it a few times with her small hand before sliding her mouth of the tip.
Fuck
. She worked more into her mouth.
While she sucked, she continued stroking. I found myself getting hard quick. Between someone seeing us and the sensation of her lips on my swollen shaft, I had no chance.
Her beautiful eyes peered up at me, open so wide. I never wanted her to stop. Ever. My dick got even harder as I got close to coming. I tapped her on the shoulder urgently.
She did not stop. I stood up, tapping harder.
“Come for me,” she said. “I want it.”
My cock slid back into her mouth. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t cry out as pleasure built up, getting closer. All of a sudden, I wasn’t able to stop myself.
As I came, shooting one powerful spurt after another, she swallowed every lost drop, making the experience that much better. Most women jacked me off those last few seconds.
“Fuck,” I said, breathing heavily.
She stared up at me, her hand still clinging to it.
“Did you like it?”
I nodded.
“Good,” she said, smiling. “In totally unrelated news, I need a favor tomorrow.”
I grinned.
“Here we go.”
“It’s not bad. You might like it.”
“Not as good as what just happened.”
“Me sucking your dick?”
“I love when you talk dirty.”
“Can you help me?”
“Sure,” I said, not knowing what she wanted.
“Great. Are you free around two in the afternoon tomorrow?”
“Yeah. You want me to come to your apartment? Some afternoon delight?”
“No, the Medical Sciences building. I need someone to demonstrate some stuff in class.”
“Oh,” I said. “I don’t think…”
“Please?” she interrupted.
“Okay. Well played, by the way.”
“I enjoyed it too. Does that make me a slut?”
“Not in my book,” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “As long as you’re not doing it to dozens of guys.”
“Just you,” she said, looking deep into my eyes.
I hugged her tight then kissed her forehead.
“Talk to you tomorrow, then. I’ve got a full schedule the rest of the day.”
“Me too, but this was a nice break.”
She smiled, making me want her even more.
We walked back to the field together then went our separate ways.
THIRTEEN
Haley
I sat in the lecture hall near the front and kept peering at the double-doors.
Where the hell is he?
I thought as the professor looked at me and pointed to her watch.
At the last possible moment, James appeared. Many of my classmates pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves as he jogged down the steps.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said. “Practice ran over.”
“It’s fine,” Professor Carrington said. “Carry on, Haley.”
“Thank you,” I said, standing and walking over to the podium at the front of the room.
Somehow, perhaps due to the marvelous blowjob I’d given him, he had agreed to lie and say he suffered grave injuries to his testicles. I would get extra credit for having him come to class and answer questions. I needed the extra points badly.
“As you all probably know, this is James, quarterback of our football team. Back in high school, he took a hard hit to his testicles, and they were damaged. After two years of treatments, he’s all better and playing like a star. He’s here to answer any questions you might have.”
I looked out at the other students scattered throughout the room that held three-hundred people. Two of them raised their hands.
“You,” I said, pointing to a woman in front wearing an ugly green sweater.
She stood up, giggling before she even asked her question.
I glanced over at James, who shuffled nervously from one foot to the other.
“Does everything still work?” she asked then sat down.
James tilted his head back a bit and smiled as he glanced over at me.
“Let’s just say I have no complaints, and hope to have three children someday.”
I pointed to another student whose name I didn’t remember.
“What techniques did you find most helpful for healing?”
“Well, it was a dislocation,” James said exactly like I’d coached him. “It was so bad, I had to see a specialist, what I called the ball doctor at my young and tender age.”
The students laughed. I glanced over at the professor and saw her smiling as well.
“What mostly helped was rest, medicine for the pain, and antibiotics.”
Another woman raised her hand. I pointed at her. She stood up.
“Can you show them to us? For science?”
The class cracked up. I looked over and saw a grin on James’ face as if he were enjoying all the attention.
“I would, but I’m seeing someone special right now.”
He turned and looked at me for a few seconds before turning back to the other students.
“They’re normal, though. And I have two of them still.”
Everyone laughed again. Ms. Carrington stood up and clapped her hands.
“Okay, class. That’s enough. Let’s give a big thanks to Mr. King for showing up to discuss his sports injury with us.”
I smiled, filled with joy as he bowed. As he walked up the steps to the doors, I watched him, unable to believe he was still interested in me. The rest of the period flew by as I thought about the night before and how I wanted to do it again. All night long maybe.
After class, I stood in the hallway and called him. Quite a few people gave me a pat on the back as they passed, mostly the women who had participated.
“Hey,” he said. “How did I do?”
“You’re the best,” I said, walking toward the door of the building. “You coming over tonight?”
“I should be studying for mid-terms, but I’d rather spend the night with you.”
“Aww. You’re so sweet.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
I smiled, falling for him even more.
“Come over about eight. Tabby will be gone.”
“How are things going with her?”
“Ugh. Don’t even ask. She’s become even more of a bitch if that’s even possible.”
“I wouldn’t worry about her,” he said casually.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not living with her.”
“I am spending more time at your place.”
“Not nearly enough for my liking.”
“Who’s the romantic one now?” he asked.
“You caught me,” I said. “I’ll light the candles before you arrive.”
“Smart. It will give us more time. Bye, Haley.”
“Bye, James.”
I slipped my phone into the front left pocket of my jeans and headed home with a bounce in my step. A one-night stand didn’t often repeat. If we slept together again, we might have something real. Not only had I found a man, he was a superman.
* * *
Back at the apartment, my mood soured as soon as I opened the door and walked inside. Tabby sat on the couch, her dirty bare feet resting on the arm of my recliner.
“Hey,” she said, taking them down and standing up. “You’re home early.”
“Yeah, I need to get some homework done before tonight.”
“Oh? An extra work shift?”
“No,” I said simply, still upset with her.
“You want to hang out before I go to work?”
“I told you I need to do homework now.”
She frowned, her shoulders slumping.
“Okay. I understand.”
“Do you?” I asked, not ready for one of her self-pity parties. “If you applied yourself a little more, you might actually find life enjoyable.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to be me,” she snapped, defensively crossing her arms over her flat chest.
“No, and I’m glad I don’t.”
As I walked away, I instantly felt bad for saying the words, but she had to learn. My life, for whatever reason, was heading in a good direction. I didn’t want Tabby or anyone holding me down. Thoughts of James hit me as I entered my bedroom and shut the door.
I turned the lock then dumped my backpack on the floor.
Besides
, I told myself to alleviate my guilt,
I do have homework if I’m going to be up half the night with James
. A smile slid on my face at the thought of his name as I sat down at my desk and opened the books I needed to study.
Human Anatomy 101. I giggled to myself. Everything reminded me of sex. After two years of working hard and not having a social life at all, it felt nice to relax and work on my future family.
Slow down. You’ve just met him. Things are early. Be safe and have fun
.