Full Contact: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  “Fast forward a year, and I saw her at a party.”

  Oh no, I thought. I knew exactly how this story was going to go: he hooked up with his friend.

  “We caught up for a little while at the party,” he explained. “How classes were doing, talking about our families back home. Eventually I went to play beer pong, and she watched for a little while before wandering off on her own. Didn’t see her again for the rest of the night. Went back to my dorm that night, crashed. You know how it goes. But Suzie…”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

  “She had a… bad experience that night. Got drunk, or had something slipped into her drink, and ended up blacking out…”

  “Oh,” I said. Oh no.

  Lance gave a pained smile. “I didn’t hear about it until a week or two later. Turns out some frat asshole spiked her drink.” Lance’s face twisted with rage, and then he regained his composure. “The police got involved. They caught the guy, thank God. I don’t know the details. I tried reaching out to Suzie after that, but she always made an excuse. She ended up dropping out after that semester.”

  The grief in his voice was thick and painful.

  “Lance, oh no. There was no way you could have known. You can’t blame yourself…”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “I blamed myself for a while. I’m past that. But I wish someone had looked out for her. So now, whenever I go to a party, I think about that.”

  I straightened in my seat. “That’s why you pick up drunk girls at parties. That’s why you take them home and make sure they’re okay.”

  “I just… whenever I see a drunk girl at a party, I can’t help but think of Suzie.” His voice sounded close to cracking, but somehow remained strong. “So I do what I can to help girls who don’t have someone looking out for them. Honestly, it’s the only reason I go to parties on campus. Aside from looking for girls who need help, I can’t stand keggers. It just reminds me of Suzie.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, incredulous. “The first night I met you, you were doing a keg stand while everyone cheered and chanted your name.”

  “Yeah, well,” he smiled. “Football players have to put on a show. We’re like mascots when we’re seen on campus. It’s expected of us. But it’s all just part of the show I put on while I’m watching for someone who needs help.”

  I could tell he was being sincere when he said he hated parties. There was a weariness in his voice, like someone who had been working in the same dead-end job for years. Yet Lance kept going to parties out of an obligation to help complete strangers, even though he hated the environment. It was both noble and heartbreaking.

  “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

  He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Me too. I stopped feeling sorry for myself a long time ago.”

  “Danny and Feña know?”

  “They know what happened to Suzie, and how it’s the reason I go looking for girls to protect. But they still think I love parties and getting shitfaced and stuff. I ham it up around them so they won’t catch on.”

  “If you’re too embarrassed to tell them about it,” I said slowly, “then why are you telling me?”

  He threw up his hands. “Because you came barging in here yelling at me about it, and demanding that I talk! You’re like a cute little kinesiology interrogator!”

  I winced. “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s alright,” he quickly said. “Honestly, it’s nice to talk about it with someone. I feel like I can open up to you.”

  Before that comment could sink in, another thought occurred to me. “So, what does this have to do with kissing me at the party?”

  He leaned back in his chair and crossed his long arms over his chest. “I dunno. It’s all sort of intertwined together. The party scene, I mean. People getting shitfaced, playing drinking games, getting out of control and doing stuff they regret. I don’t like any of it. So when I kissed you… It brought up a lot of bad emotions.”

  I didn’t know why, but his words were like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry I instigated that. I wouldn’t have put my hand in your pocket if I had known it would trigger all of that…”

  He quickly waved a hand. “It’s not like that. I liked it when you put your hand on my ass. And I really liked our kiss. Which is why I’m all fucked up right now, because those good feelings are intermingled with the shitty party atmosphere. I really like you, Roberta. Being our physical trainer, being around us while we’re just having fun, sending me stupid texts. I want all of that to happen outside of a party.”

  Hearing him call me Roberta was as shocking as what he actually said. The gut-punch I’d felt before disappeared and was replaced by a tickling swarm of butterflies.

  “I think you’re really cool too,” I said.

  “Really cool?” he asked. “Girl, I’m totally fucking awesome.”

  I laughed. Just like that, he was back to being the confident wide receiver I knew. Confidence was attractive. Especially when the cockiness was spiked with a healthy dose of humor. Some jocks were assholes. Lance was just a goofball.

  I glanced over my shoulder. The library was empty on this floor. And we were secluded from the main room back here between the two large bookshelves. I turned back to Lance and kept my voice even.

  “So when you told me that Danny was being stupid for just wanting to be friends with me. Was that because you had your own ulterior motives?”

  His smile wiped away. “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know,” I repeated.

  “Um. No. I just thought he was dumb, is all.”

  I leaned close and let my hand drift to his thigh. “Dumb because you could imagine yourself with me?”

  It was a cocky thing to say. I was never this blunt, especially regarding sex, but something about Lance brought it out of me. And right now, all I could think about was how good the kiss felt, and how much I wanted more of him.

  Lance maintained eye contact as if my hand wasn’t running up his thigh. “I’ve imagined myself with you plenty of times,” he said with a knowing smirk.

  The butterflies in my stomach swirled faster. “Is that so?”

  “Don’t act surprised, Babs,” he replied. “You’re hot as fuck. And I bet you’ve thought about me, too.”

  I gave a start. “Girls don’t imagine themselves fucking every hot guy they meet.”

  “I appreciate the indirect compliment,” he said, “but you didn’t answer the question.”

  I opened my mouth to insist I hadn’t fantasized about him, but I knew he would tell it was a lie. Instead, I ran my fingers higher up his jeans until I felt the warm outline of his cock. The head was soft, but as soon as my fingertips passed the ridge I found the shaft rock-hard.

  Lance sucked in a slow breath, but his smile never wavered. “That’s what I thought.” He reached forward and pressed his fingers between my legs, a small amount of pressure on my pussy through my jeans. He leaned in close and whispered in a deep voice, “Tell me what you’ve fantasized about.”

  His lips were close to mine, intoxicating and inviting. “Your cock,” I said, squeezing him through his jeans and then stroking him gently.

  “What about it?”

  “Feeling it buried inside me,” I whispered. “Fucking me so deep…”

  His fingers rubbed in a circle. “I’ve thought about that too. Fucking you so deep you can barely handle it.”

  “Mmm, I can handle it,” I said.

  His fingers moved faster on my pussy. “I don’t think you can.”

  “Take me home and let me prove it to you.”

  His smile was wolfish. “Why wait?”

  In one smooth motion, Lance grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me into his arms. He crushed his lips against mine in a ragged, desperate kiss. Like he’d been holding himself back and was finally giving in. I melted in his arms and disappeared into his lips, letting my tongue whisper against his in the seclusion of the library.

  Suddenly somethin
g hit me in the back. I opened my eyes and realized Lance had carried me over to the bookshelf, away from the opening where we would be less likely to be seen. He lowered me to the ground and then unbuttoned my jeans with fingers that were far too nimble for their size, pulling my jeans down to my ankles, and then my panties. The air conditioning felt cool on my wet, exposed pussy.

  “Is your hamstring okay?”

  His nostrils flared as he snorted. “Babs, nothing in the world is going to stop me right now.”

  Lance unbuttoned his own pants with one hand, while rubbing my pussy with the other. One finger curled inside, then two, and I moaned into his mouth while he fingered me.

  When his pants were off and he reached down to lift my thighs again, I practically leaped into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, lowering my hips into him to try taking his cock in one fell swoop, but instead it slid past and beyond my ass. With his hands on the underside of my thighs, Lance lifted me easily, and I felt the tip of his cock slide past my tight little ass, then against my waiting pussy lips. He lowered me onto his cock like a roller coaster dropping over the edge, impaling me on his waiting shaft.

  I groaned loudly, and he quickly kissed me before pulling away. “This is a library, Babs,” he said with an evil smile. “Please respect the quiet.”

  I grabbed a hold of the back of his neck. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  He grinned wider.

  Lance fucked me against the bookshelf in deep, long strokes. Being held in the air by this insanely strong man was like being suspended in some sort of sex swing, but one made of chiseled muscle. His cock swung up into me smoothly, hitting me in just the right place with intense ecstasy. I leaned over to kiss his tattooed arm, imagining I could taste the ink on his warm skin.

  “Goddamn, Babs,” he groaned through my kiss. “Your pussy feels better than I dreamed.”

  I could only respond with a deeper moan as he pounded me against the bookcase, rattling the books with each hammering thrust. One book bounced against the back of my head, then finally fell to the ground, but I had eyes only for the beautiful football player holding me in his arms and having his way with me. I felt his dark hair between my fingers, thick and rugged, and I held onto it tightly as Lance’s face tensed and he pumped my pussy faster.

  “Ohh,” I moaned as his thrusts hit the perfect speed and intensity. “Just like that, oh my God, Lance!”

  I knew I was making too much noise, but it was like my moans were being ripped from my throat. The only thing I could think about was how good he felt, and the raging inferno in my cunt that was wedging my eyes shut and blocking out all other sound, and Lance’s fingers dug into my thigh as I came, and came, and came for him.

  “Fuck, Babs,” he groaned. He shifted his grip on me to hold me up with one hand, and clamped the other palm over my mouth.

  I finally let loose and screamed into his palm. I couldn’t stop myself. Lance fucked me like his life depended on it, and then his face twisted and he groaned, deep and pained, and I squeezed my lower lips tight around him as he came deep inside my pussy, trembling and gasping and filling me with his milky load.

  “Babs,” he exhaled as he came. Wide-eyed, he looked exceptionally beautiful in that moment while his cock spasmed inside of me. “Fuck, Babs…”

  A giggle escaped my lips. “That’s the idea.”

  He opened his mouth to say something funny, but then there was a noise deeper in the library. And the sound of voices.

  We weren’t alone.

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  Lance

  We both whipped our heads to the side. Still holding Roberta up against the bookcase, I held my breath, listening. The voices had stopped, but there were other noises. A thump, then a scrape. Someone moving a chair?

  “Someone’s coming!” Roberta hissed.

  Danger be damned, I couldn’t help but grin at her and say, “I’m pretty sure that was you.”

  A smile touched her flushed face, but only for a second.

  As if it were something we had practiced, I lowered her to the ground and we rapidly put our pants back on. The only sound we made was Roberta’s zipper sliding up, and my belt buckle as I fastened my jeans around my waist. When we were both fully clothed, I calmly walked away from the bookcase and back toward the desk in the middle of the alcove. I pretended to fiddle with my book while glancing sideways.

  “Two students across the room,” I whispered. “I don’t think they saw us. They’re facing the other way.”

  Roberta didn’t relax. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I gathered my things and we left the little alcove as if nothing was wrong. The two students, a boy and a girl, had their backs to us as we walked toward the elevator. The boy put his arm around the girl and leaned close to whisper something, and she giggled.

  As we passed their table, Roberta made a disapproving noise. “Get a room you two,” she said. “This is a library!”

  We giggled all the way downstairs like kids who had pulled off a prank.

  I couldn’t believe what we’d just done. I’d never had sex in public. But holy fuck, it cranked up the excitement level to 11. Knowing that someone could have walked in on us at any moment added an urgency to our coupling. Like we were racing an imaginary clock.

  It reminded me of accepting a deep pass at the end of a football game, and trying to run out of bounds before the clock ran out.

  I fucking loved that feeling.

  Even better, things didn’t seem awkward between us anymore. I’d really gotten into a funk this past week since our kiss at the party. I’d gotten wrapped up in my own head and couldn’t get out of this crappy feeling. Having Roberta confront me had helped bluntly convince me that I wasn’t taking advantage of her just because of a stupid kiss at a party.

  I still didn’t like kissing someone at a party where we’d both been drinking, but this helped undo some of that.

  “So,” Roberta said as we exited the library into the warm night. “Back to the original topic: how’s your hamstring? The truth, this time.”

  “It’s tight,” I admitted. “It doesn’t bother me much when I run, but I can feel it more while walking.”

  “Any pain?”

  “Just a slight discomfort. I’m aware of it right now, for example.”

  “Well,” she said with a half-smile, “holding a woman and fucking her against a bookcase probably didn’t help.”

  “Are you kidding? That’s the best use of a hamstring I’ve ever heard of.”

  She laughed for a second, then said, “I’ll work on it tonight. It would’ve been better if I’d been treating it all week, but better late than never.”

  Feña was fast asleep on the couch when we got home, snoring loudly while Stranger Things played on the television. Danny’s door was closed, so he must have gone to bed already too. I should’ve been in bed myself since we had a game tomorrow. I would have been if I had not have retreated to the library to avoid Roberta.

  I changed into shorts while Roberta used the bathroom. When she joined me in my room, she had a roll of what looked like black tape in one hand.

  “I want to put some KT tape on your leg while you sleep,” she said. “But first I want to work on the area. Lay flat on the bed.”

  Roberta pulled my desk chair over to the side of the bed while I obeyed. She took hold of my leg and pulled it toward the edge until I was laying spread-eagle in my shorts. Slowly, her fingers dug into my tissue. I winced—it was painful at first as she hit the tender spots. Slowly, the pain dissipated and I began to relax. After a few minutes it was enjoyable to have her fingers digging into me. Intimate in a different way than, you know, fucking in the library.

  Then her hands started rubbing up my thigh and into my lower butt.

  I rolled my head over to ask, “Is that part of standard physical training? Or am I getting special treatment since I’m your favorite student?”

  “You’re not special, and I’m not sure you’re my favorite student e
ither.”

  I made an offended noise. She giggled.

  “Your hamstring is connected to your glutes,” she explained. “Since I’ve flattened out your hammy, I need to do the same to the connecting glute or there’ll be a recovery imbalance. And along those lines, it would be easier if you took the shorts off.”

  At first I thought she was joking, but then she stopped. “I’m serious.”

  “I was nude for the first physical therapy you gave me over a week ago, and you told me to put shorts on.”

  “Yeah, well, things have changed since then. I promise to keep it totally professional.”

  I turned sideways, then shimmied out of my shorts until I was totally nude. When I laid flat on my belly again, I had to admit that I did feel a little vulnerable. Fortunately, Roberta treated it like a normal massage and covered my whole area in the bedsheet, then rolled up one side of it to reveal just my butt cheek. Then she dug back into the tissue, pushing deep into the meat of my glutes.

  Despite what she said, her fingers seemed to be doing more groping than massaging. “I think you’re enjoying this.”

  She chuckled. “I’m enjoying this very much!”

  “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life,” I said.

  “Wise words from Lance the bombastic wide receiver.”

  “Just passing on advice I’d heard before. It’s why I want to go pro in football.”

  Her massaging paused for a brief moment. “Oh yeah?”

  “We’ve had some scouts at the games,” I explained while relaxing into my pillow again. “We don’t get a lot since we’re not a D-1 school, but there are supposed to be a lot more later in the season. Especially at the San Antonio State game.”

  “That’s really awesome,” Roberta said. She sounded genuine. “So you have a good chance of getting drafted?”

  “I hope so. They’ll be there to watch Danny and the San Antonio quarterback, but I’m hoping to have a good game and draw a few looks.” I sighed. “It’ll be a tough game, though.”