ELEVEN
Austin
The next morning, she appeared so peaceful still asleep, I carefully got out of bed without waking her. As I stared down at her, I quickly got dressed, having to get home and go for my daily run before early practice, classes, and everything else.
I stopped in the kitchen to see if she had a bottle or water or something to drink. Jocelyn, wearing a ratty brown robe, sat at their round metal and glass table for two.
“Morning, sunshine,” I said. “Where’s your water?”
She glared at me then pointed toward the refrigerator. I opened it up.
“Hey, I didn’t say you could have one.”
“I’m sure it’s fine with Brooke,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water. “You can wake her up if you want, but it’s probably better to let her sleep.”
“Why? So you can sneak out of here like the dog you are?”
“What’s your problem?” I asked. “Seriously.”
“Screw you,” she said, standing up in a huff.
“Whatever. I’m out of here.”
Holding the water bottle and not giving a fuck about her roommate, I left the kitchen and their house. On the few blocks walk to my house, I wondered what the hell had happened the night before. Instead of not thinking about her anymore, she wouldn’t leave my thoughts!
I had no words to describe the pleasure and ecstasy of the night before. None of the ones I came up with even remotely compared to the way she made me feel when we fucked. Hell, it wasn’t even fucking, not like normally. It had been something more. But what?
When I got home I walked into the living room. Trey stood next to the couch as Brian and Teddy played some kind of war game. My so-called teammate turned to look at me.
“Where you been?” he asked.
“Don’t you worry about it.”
“You’re such a dick,” he said then walked out the back door of the house.
I made myself a quick breakfast of oatmeal and a cantaloupe then got dressed in my running gear. The sex last night had helped burn calories, but I needed to be on top of my game.
Coach and the rest of the team were counting on me. No matter what I tried, I wasn’t able to push Brooke out of my mind completely. Not even after we had slept together.
That usually worked, so I wasn’t sure what to do next. If I concentrated on class and football, I would be fine. She didn’t make it easy to stop thinking about her.
On my way out of the house, I saw Brian and Teddy in the living room playing video games.
“Don’t you two ever go to class?” I asked.
They laughed.
“Sometimes,” Teddy said. “You out for the day?”
“Yeah, a run, then practice, classes, and more practice.”
Teddy raised his fist in the air and said, “Keep it real.”
“See ya fellas.”
Outside, I jogged toward the trail around campus. With so much going on, by the end of the day, I would forget all the Brooke craziness completely. At least I hoped it worked out that way.
* * *
At lunch, I found myself sitting next to Trey in the Student Center food court. Unable to hold my secret in any longer, I blurted it out.
“I was with Brooke last night.”
His eyes widened. I grinned and nodded my head.
“It was fucking incredible, man.”
“Coach better not find out. You’re supposed to be all football all the time.”
“Meh. I’m not worried about Coach. You’re not going to tell him, right?”
“Hell no, man. I learned that lesson. I’m really sorry about what happened with coach you know.”
“Yeah. You know what we need?”
“What?”
“Some old school bonding time.”
“Touch-football game? I don’t know…”
“Come on,” I said. “You can find some new fine young thing and then we’ll be even. I won’t have to worry about you telling, because I’ll have something on you.”
“You’re crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “But game on. I’ve been wanting to relax before the playoffs at the end of the semester.”
“Well, this is the best, sure-fire way to find a woman by the end of the day. I’m going to invite Brooke and show off a bit.”
“Oh, you’re bringing her to watch you lose, are you?”
“Funny man. I’m a winner.”
“Glad we’re okay man.”
“For sure,” I said, holding out my fist. “Brothers for life.”
He bumped his fist against mine. If the afternoon game went well, Brooke would get pissed about other women hitting on me during the game, and she would leave without me having to break up with her or anything. It’s not like we were exclusive anyway.
I needed to concentrate on the one thing that mattered most – football.
I sent Brooke a text message with an invitation to watch me play at the touch-football game.
“Watch?” she wrote back. “I want to play.”
I sent her a winking smiley face in return, telling her I would pick her up around five.
TWELVE
Austin
Fall football games were the best, especially friendly ones where there wasn’t any tackling. I pulled up to Brooke’s house in my Camaro, freshly cleaned inside and out. The smell of leather hung thick in the air, just how I liked it.
She walked over from where she had been sitting on the porch and got in the passenger seat. The jeans and grey sweatshirt looked well worn.
“My football clothes,” she explained when she saw me checking her out.
“I didn’t say anything, but I was imagining that cute as hell body underneath the clothes.”
She smiled.
On the drive to the park north of campus, neither of us mentioned the events of the night before, or that we were about to attend a social event together. People would talk when they saw us together. I didn’t care. The only people invited were friends and teammates.
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 deal. 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. Trey 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 Trey, didn’t say anything about Brooke 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, Brooke,” she said as we formed two groups of people in the field.
“Get ready to have some fun, ladies,” Trey said. “We’ll kick off to you.”
“Bring it,” Brooke said confidently. “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. Trey stopped and placed the ball on the ground. Eric, the kicker for our team, sent it sailing down toward the group of women.
Brooke 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 Trey and two others who had reached her first. I ran behind her, laughing too hard to be able 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. 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 Trey 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 Brooke.
“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 was she up to now?
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.
“Remember, this is all fun and games. No strings attached,” she said.
“Got it.”
As I watched, she took my cock out and stroked it a few times with her small hand before sliding her mouth on 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 last drop, making the experience that much better.
“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. As she stood and brushed some leaves from her knees she let those beautiful eyes raise up to me. “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.”
“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, like nothing had ever happened.