Ten Years Ago

Mud is still caked under my fingernails, the only part I couldn’t scrub out in the shower.

It was a hard fought game, but playing in the rain has always been my favorite. It makes football just a little bit tougher, running routes a little bit harder, the strain of your muscles just a little bit more painful.

Victory and exhaustion mix in my veins, and the team bus is a group of rowdy twenty-somethings sneaking shots behind the coaches back while getting ready to go wild once we roll back into campus. Saturday night and the parties and bars will be in full swing, just waiting for their kings to complete the chaos.

And while part of me wants to be bowed to, I also just want to go to bed. I scored three touchdowns tonight, practically carried the team on my back. My bones hurt, my feet are sore, and my head feels so heavy that I may just shut my eyes and fall asleep right here. I take another swig of whiskey from the flask being passed around, not that it will help my exhaustion.

No, I could go for a mighty fine blow job right now and then pass out.

Unlocking my cell phone, I pull up Demi’s number and text her. We’ve been fucking for a few months now, and I know she’s readily available any time I call.

I can see the hope in her eyes each time we finish, but I never broach the subject. I’m too busy for a girlfriend, and while she’s a great lay, I’m not interested in more. My eyes are on the future, and a female will just tie me down.

It’s almost too easy when she texts back within seconds saying she’s free. Sometimes that’s a turn off for me, a fact that I know is shitty but it’s true all the same. Demi needs me way more than I need her … but she’s so damn hot in the sack that I can’t give it up.

“Are you going to see your fuck buddy?” Travis, my quarterback, takes the empty seat next to me.

“Shit, that girl wants to be a wife. You haven’t cut that off, yet?” Darrell, our massive outside lineman, rolls his eyes at me.

I give them both the finger. “Fuck you, guys. I’m not wifing anybody, and yeah, I’m going to get some pussy. Can’t help it you’re jealous that I’m getting consistent blow jobs from a fine-ass chick.”

Darrell chuckles. “I can’t argue that … I am a little jealous. The tits on your girl …”

He makes a sound like he’s trying to imagine what Demi looks like naked. Not so secretly, I like that they envy me … and that I’m the only guy she’ll take it off for. Outside of what she does with me, she’s the ultimate good girl … another fact that makes it hard to break things off. It gets me harder than a steel pipe knowing that Demi is a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

I flex my hands, cracking my knuckles. “Soak it up, fellas, and just know that when I snap my fingers, she comes crawling.”

It was true. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in my room in the house some of my teammates and I rented just off campus, when Demi came walking in. I’d texted, and she’d driven over at two in the morning. I didn’t even have to make the effort to show up somewhere else to get my dick sucked.

“Hey, you.” Demi was always shy when we first greeted each other, like she knew she should be ashamed for giving it up so easily but also not caring.

For one fleeting second, I felt bad for making her get out of bed in the chillier temperatures of fall in North Carolina. She is constantly driving over here in the middle of the night, alone, to my shitty room in my shitty house. I don’t even have proper sheets, the king size threads too big on the queen frame. Most of the time, I make some excuse about why she can’t stay over. And yet, here she is. I’m the lowest kind of scum, but at least I’m not lying to her about what I am. She clearly sees that I don’t want to do anything remotely close to falling in love with her, and yet she continues to sleep with me.

I walked to her, my prick already half-cocked, my balls drawing up tight while the tingling sensation of arousal shot up my spine. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Once my hands were wrapped around her waist, pulling down the leggings she donned, she warmed up a bit. “Great game, Pax. It looked so nasty out there, you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, but I could use a nurse if you want to tend to my wounds.” I wink at her, my dirty mind in full force.

I push those leggings down past her hips, loving the rough feel of the calluses on my palms against her velvet skin. Using my lips on the spot just below her ear, I feel her preen like a cat in heat, pushing her hips against mine.

“You guys are only two games away from the championship, how exciting is that?” Demi pushes back, looking me in the eyes.

She’s doing that thing again, the attempt to make a connection and talk. How come all girls want to talk? As if us guys are going to suddenly become one of their girlfriends and have a dish session. Demi tries to do this every so often. I think it’s because she thinks that I’ll suddenly become interested in something more with her than just sex.

Shutting her down, I cover her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in deep, demonstrating the things I can do between her thighs. Sighing into my mouth, she gives way so easily, swayed by the skills I’m using as I nibble on her bottom lip.

Jutting my hips against her, Demi takes my not so subtle cue and reaches down into my sweatpants. Her small hand finds me, wrapping tight around the base and pumping just the way I like it. She makes sure to flick my head with her thumb on every upstroke, a little trick I taught her that makes my balls squeeze impossibly tighter and has me seeing sparks on the edge of my vision.

“That’s it, baby. Get on the bed, ass up,” I growl in her ear, needing to shove my cock between her velvety folds right now.

She does as she’s told, knowing it will make her feel incredible. That round ass smiles up at me as I roll a condom on. If I asked, I could probably convince Demi to let me raw dog it … but for now, I still wasn’t that much of an asshole. I was extremely close, though.

I don’t even take the time to finger her, or lick between those beautiful lips, because I’m horny and need to celebrate my victory tonight. Lining myself up to her, I groan when I sink in, her pussy gripping me tight.

This is how I like Demi best, beneath me, pliable, moaning. With every thrust, she pushes back on me. I wrap my fist in her hair and stroke how hard and how fast I want, never letting up. This is my situation to control, and it feels damn good to just be in this moment with no talking, just feeling.

I plow into her, not checking to see if she came, though by the sounds I’m pretty sure I’ve satisfied her. When my orgasm comes rocketing up from my balls, I still myself, feeling every blood vessel empty into the condom.

By the time I roll over, away from Demi, a glance at the clock reveals it’s around three thirty in the morning. I want to fall asleep, stretch out by myself in my own bed. But, it’s late, and I’m not that big of a dick that I’m going to send her out into the asscrack of dawn for a walk of shame.

“You can stay if you want.” My tone conveys that I don’t really want her to.

Those big brown eyes hold hope. “Are you sure?”

I turn on my side, looking back at her over my shoulder. “Yeah, it’s late. It’s cool.”

I make sure not to touch her the entire rest of the night. And when I wake up around ten a.m., she’s gone.