Trevor

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Most of the team was going out to celebrate. Bars, then strip clubs, then more bars, and probably then more strip clubs.

I was sure they would have the time of their life, for sure.

Me, though? I was done with all of that.

"That's the men's locker room though," Stephanie said as I guided her through the halls. "I'm not really into looking at all your teammates’ asses and dicks."

"I know, my ass and dick is enough for you, huh?"

"Well, yeah," she smiled back.

"They're all gone. A quick shower, they're out to get the hero’s welcome at all the local bars, among other establishments. It's just you and me."

"Okay." I walked over to a bench, and took off my jersey, tossing off the rest of my pads as well. It felt damn good to finally be rid of them.

Stephanie was right there behind me massaging my shoulders.

"Had me worried sick a few times during that game."

"That's football, babe. I'll always come home in one piece though. Gotta stick together to have you and all."

She laughed.

"Keep going. God, your hands are better than any so-called professional."

"You're just saying that because you know if I keep this up, you'll get a happy ending."

"I already got a happy ending, babe. I got you."

Her hands felt so wonderful as they moved over my shoulders and down my back. Football is pretty grueling and it takes a whole lot out of your body. A soft, healing touch like hers though, well, she could make it all better, and she didn't even have to kiss it.

The kiss would be nice though.

"So, you really think this stunt will get them off my back?"

"Babe, think about it. We just had a big, public wedding proposal. If they can you now, they just look petty and too rigid with the rules. Even if they did? You think you'd have trouble scoring a new job after all this? Someone would hire you who didn't have shit for brains."

"Just assumed I probably wanted to marry you, huh?"

"You showed up to a football game you weren't even sure that I would be at just for the chance to see me. You're head over heels crazy for me, and since I asked to marry you in front of millions, I'm a fucking nutcase too."

"We're all a little crazy, really," she mused. She stopped to stroke the ring for a moment. "Where did you get the ring? I didn't think you were a millionaire yet."

"That was my grandmother's ring. She meant to give it to my mother, but she never really moved on after my so-called father ditched her. So I get to recycle it. Trust me, if it's not enough for you, I'll get you something with a gigantic fuck-off diamond when they sign me."

"I don't need that. This is perfect. It's subtle. It's sleek. It's functional – for a ring, anyway. I like it. No, I love it."

"That's why I love you, babe. No bullshit for you. Ah," I winced as she touched a sore spot on my side. Being hit by 300-pound men wasn't my idea of a good time, but it was an occupational hazard nonetheless.

"Is this going to be normal?"

"To a degree? Yeah."

"Maybe I should have became a nurse like my Mom suggested."

"You teach, babe. You're good at that."

A lovely smirk from her, as she kept on working her way down my body. "You know, I'm going to ask the question that's been bugging me for a few minutes... why did you bring me to the locker room?"

"It's pretty simple, really."

"Hmm?"

In a flash, I stood up, grabbed her, a hand on her ass, her pinned against a row of lockers. "With the boys gone, well, we have privacy in here, and I don't have to wait too long to take you."

"So that's why, huh?"

"I got balls heavy with two weeks of cum. I need you, babe. My imagination can't compete with really, truly having you to the fullest."

A kiss. A deep, strong kiss. I pushed that stupid coat off her. I hurriedly pulled that sweatshirt off her and saw that she wasn't really dressing sexy for me. Just a plain blue bra.

"Um, if I had known, I would have worn something with some lace..."

"Just take it off and you'll be the sexiest thing on the planet."

"Yes, sir." She unhooked it, dropping it down, and proving my point completely correct.

"Now take everything else off. I want you, Stephanie. All of you. Bare, naked, and dripping wet for me."

"I'm pretty sure I'm already that last one. You're not the only one who's been dealing with frustrations they haven't been able to cope with."

"Seems like we should take care of that, huh?"

Hurriedly, she was undoing her jeans and shoving them down her legs. There were granny panties there, and she was trying to hide them from me. It was her, Stephanie as Stephanie, honest and humble. Really, all of it was just cute as all hell and made me love her even more. There was just a genuineness about it. A confidence in her lack of confidence, which didn't make sense but still made sense at the same time.

Love was fucking crazy like that.

I rushed down my own clothes, dropping trou, kicking off my pads, shoes, soon we were both naked as the day we were born, stumbling into the showers. Hey, shower sex in a regular bathroom was pain in the ass. Here, though, well, we had a whole lot of room as hot, steamy water poured down on us.

For me, it helped soothe the aches. Even without their comfort though, I would have powered through them for Stephanie. Fuck, I could be beaten to an inch of my very life and my cock would still get rock hard for her.

She was already moaning for me, just from the slightest touch. Too long without me, and I knew that her poor body would scream with the slightest touch of mine, and as I tickled her nipple, she sang for me. Massaging them, kneading them, her breasts were so damn perfect.

Were they bigger than I remembered? They felt bigger than I remembered.

You aren't supposed to be able to improve upon perfect, but fuck, Stephanie managed to do it anyway.

With her solidly pressed against the shower's wall, we shared another lip to lip embrace before I started to lower myself down her body. Kissing her neck, her breasts, feeling those tender needing nipples. Across that wonderfully soft belly, before dropping down on my knees to her valley. The wondrous pussy of Stephanie, how I missed its taste.

Taking her legs over my shoulders, I didn't waste much time before sliding my tongue across that yearning clit.

I felt her shudder against me, but I kept going. Feeling that unique wetness that she had, that wasn't entirely water, but it was the proof that her desire for me and what I could do to her was so fucking strong.

Lapping at her pussy, fingering her, I started toward a rhythm and I stuck to it. I wanted her screaming. I wanted to hear her echo through the hallways. I wanted the world to hear her cries, even if they thought such things inappropriate.

I felt like a crazed maniac. My hands roaming up her body, going to her breasts, squeezing them, going down her arms, her sides, her ass, those wonderful thighs and down to her toes. I wasn't a foot fetish guy by any stretch, but fuck if Stephanie's didn't do me something fierce anyway.

Experiencing all of her was my absolute goal. She was mine, and I wanted to know everything about my new toy. Knowing how sucking on her clit made her gasp, squeezing her ass made her laugh seductively. My playground, my toy, my woman.

My tongue roamed the entirety of her sex as well. Pressing through her folds, and jutting it in deep. Those breathless gasps of hers echoing through the shower room even through the pitter-patter of the water.

She was sliding up the wall, her hands struggling to find anything. My hair was an acceptable thing, with her damn near pulling it out. The random knobs of the shower. Her moans became more ragged, irregular as she coped with my oral assault. Occasionally she'd do the cute little porn star thing of grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, because the poor little slut inside her wasn't getting enough stimulation from me alone.

Pure, real, no-bullshit woman. Fuck, that's why she was so delicious on my tongue at that moment. How she struggled to look down on me with those helpless eyes, overwhelmed with everything I was doing to her. The cute way she was nibbling on her bottom lip when her mouth wasn't hanging open singing my praises. The way she squirmed, all from my simple licks. It was a rush all its own.

She had turned me from reluctant pussy eater to someone who would do this shit every time he got the chance.

"Fuck, Trevor, please... Jesus, hold..." She was incoherent again. I took the translation as 'No, Don't Stop, keep going, yes like that'. I'd learned how to speak Nearing-Orgasm-Stephanie in the course of our previous encounters.

It wasn't to say I hadn't eaten pussy in the past. Which is why I knew why she was truly something special. Her damn pussy contracted around my tongue as she screamed out in orgasm, her body shaking under my grasp. Most girls couldn't do that, but Stephanie wasn't most girls.

She held on for dear life as I watched the orgasm assault her. Watching her cum like that, well, it only made me wish I could cum just as hard.

There was only one way that I would be able to come like that, though.

Even as she struggled with what had hit her, I rose to my feet, softly caressing that clit, helping her milk everything she could out of the climax she just experienced.

Those soft eyes of her looked almost scared. "I need to fuck you now. I'm going to blow my load all over the floor if I don't."

I shared another innocent kiss with her, a small token in the sea of sin that we were in.

Picking her up, she was light as a feather with the adrenaline of need pumping through me. My cock was ready to erupt, me rubbing it outside her clit, my hands firmly on her ass, her back against the wall, my chest against her breasts.

Without much more delay, I impaled her all the way on my cock.

God, this is what heaven was.