by Cassie Cole
“I saw that San Antonio got stronger this off-season,” Roberta mused while kneading my butt-cheek. “A few transfers from bigger schools.”
“They have a free safety who transferred from TCU who is a beast,” I replied. “I saw footage from their game last week. He’s like a heat-seeking missile taking out wide receivers and blitzing the quarterback.”
“It’s a good thing we have Lance Overmire on our team,” she said confidently. “As long as he gets the proper physical training to stay healthy until then.”
“Last game of the season is against San Antonio. Keep me healthy until then and I’ll do my best, Babs.”
She smacked me on the butt in a way that was definitely not part of the physical training regimen. “I’m all over it. How’s your other hamstring?”
“Fine.”
The bed shifted as she climbed up. “When athletes suffer one minor injury, they tend to overcompensate on the healthy parts of their body. Let me work on your other side to make sure it doesn’t get strained too.”
She started at my knee, fingers digging in gently. This was a lot more relaxing than the injured side, and I found myself sighing into the bed while she went to town on my leg. It was soothing, especially paired with the soft sound of her breathing. The world was quiet and calm while she worked her magic.
In fact, it was so relaxing, and so sensual, that I quickly grew hard again.
Not a big deal. My cock was underneath my body. What guy wouldn’t get hard while a gorgeous woman was running her hands all over them?
I closed my eyes and my relaxation deepened. Every muscle in my body melted into the bed as days of accumulated tension faded away. I could have gone to sleep like this. It was like being put into a trance.
And then Roberta shifted my legs farther apart so she could reach the inner part of my thigh.
Have you ever had a professional massage before where you were nude under the towel, and the masseuse adjusted the towel just a little bit, and it felt like you were suddenly exposed? This felt like that with Roberta. She moved my leg, and all of a sudden I could feel cooler air on my cock. Like it was now sticking out underneath my thigh where she could see.
But Roberta calmly massaged the inside of my leg without pausing or making a joke, so it must have been fine.
I went back to enjoying the relaxing massage. Roberta’s fingers were magic, and my breathing slowed to the point that I might as well have been hibernating. It was like she was playing an imaginary piano on my flesh.
Without any warning or aplomb, her fingers slid higher up and tapped along the underside of my cock.
I flinched on the bed, but she quickly made a shushing noise. “This looks tense too. Let me work the knots out.”
Spread-eagle on the bed, I was speechless as Roberta wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock and began stroking it. She squeezed her fingers at the same time, jerking me off and pumping at the same time.
I groaned into the pillow. I was still in such a relaxed state that I don’t think I could have moved if I wanted to.
Roberta bent down and planted a soft kiss on the back of my thigh. Like a butterfly landing and taking flight again.
“Your skin is warm,” she said softly.
She kissed my leg again while stroking me off. Her lips kissed farther up my leg, whispers of wonderful sensation. I could feel her breath hot on my dick as she drew closer, and then her tongue flicked out and licked the tip, sending lightning bolts of excitement through my body.
“Definitely need to work this tension out.”
Her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, taking it into her mouth. She stroked faster and faster while holding me in her mouth, sucking gently while I was prone on the bed. She grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and squeezed while her hand moved rapidly on my cock.
It was unlike any other sensation I’d ever had.
She took it out of her mouth and licked the entire underside of my cock, all the way to my balls. Her tongue swirled around them, a wonderful tickle, before moving back down to take the head in her mouth again, sucking for all she was worth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned into the bed. “I’m not gonna last very long…”
“That’s the idea,” she crooned at me before sucking on my tip again. Her extra hand went back to my balls, cupping them gently before moving beyond. She pressed against my swollen taint with two fingers while jacking me off, setting off a deeper ignition of sexual pressure.
It drove me over the edge. The surge of ecstasy built in my balls before tingling up the base of my cock. The combination of taint pressure, shaft stroking, and her full lips sucking on the tip of my cock was more than I could handle. I moaned and gripped the pillow in my hands as I blew my load in her mouth.
Roberta moaned as each spurt filled her throat, sucking harder like it was the only thing in the world she wanted.
When I finally stopped coming—which seemed to last hours—she pulled her lips off my cock and climbed on top of me. I twisted and pulled her close, and she kissed me hard, swirling her tongue in my mouth to give me a taste of my own spunk.
That turned me on as much as anything else she’d done.
“Babs,” I said in a raspy, spent voice. “You’re a much better physical trainer than Brett.”
“Fucking right,” she said with a saucy grin. “I bet Brett doesn’t even swallow.”
I wrapped her in my arms and squeezed her tight as we both laughed.
25
Roberta
Sleeping with Lance—actual sleeping, not just the sexual euphemism—was perfectly comfortable in every way.
I was the type of person who got cold at night. My feet were always icicles, and there were never enough blankets. But Lance was like a giant, hunk-shaped space heater. His body radiated heat underneath the covers, filling me with warmth and comfort and happiness. I felt like a lizard flattening itself against a warm stone in the sun.
I also slept so soundly and deeply that I don’t think I moved all night. When I finally woke in the middle of the night, my arm was completely asleep.
I got up and tried to shake the pins and needles out of my arm while checking the clock. It was 5:30 a.m. on game day, which meant the guys would be waking up soon.
The guys. Danny and Feña. What would they think about me sleeping with Lance? Danny said he wanted to keep things professional during the semester…
But did that mean he thought I should do the same with everyone else?
In the end, caution won out. I quietly got dressed, kissed Lance on his beautiful cheek, and slipped out of the house before anyone else woke up.
I felt excited during the walk back to my dorm. It was the fun, giddy feeling that came with any new relationship. Lance was so much fun to be around, and there was the added happiness of knowing that things were no longer weird between us. We’d swung hard in the opposite direction.
I showered when I got home. By the time I dried off and got dressed, there was a text message waiting for me.
Lance: I didn’t take you for the “hit it and quit it” type ;-)
Me: In this case it’s more like “suck it and duck it”
Lance: LOL
Lance: Beauty and wit. You’re the whole fucking package, Babs.
Me: Spoken like a man who had his dick sucked last night :-)
Lance: Forreal though, what’s the deal? Not a cuddler?
Me: Everyone’s a cuddler! I just wasn’t sure about the situation with the other guys. If you wanted to tell them or not.
Lance: Oh. Good point
Lance: Um. Let me think about it. I don’t know how that might go
Me: How’s the hamstring feel this morning?
Lance: It feels like the rest of me: fucking awesome. But you did forget to put KT tape on it last night
“Shit,” I said out loud. I had forgotten that. My fingers flew over the phone keys:
Me: I’ll put some tape on it right before the game instead. That will
really help prevent over-contraction of the hamstring during the game itself.
Lance: When will you do that? We’re meeting with the team in 15.
Me: Do you think you can get away right before the game? Like, after warm-ups?
Lance: I can try. Let me text you later.
I went into the kitchen just as Aly came out of her bedroom. “There’s the football queen of Appleton,” she said appraisingly. “Did you have a fun time last night?”
“As a matter of fact,” I said with a silly grin on my face, “I did.”
I spent the rest of the morning trying to catch up on class-required reading, but mostly I just stared at the same page while daydreaming about the guys. Both their specific physical trainer needs… and the sexual needs of Lance.
By 11:00 that morning, Appleton campus was an exodus of students making their way to the football stadium for the noon game. The student section was abuzz with excitement and alcohol that had been smuggled in via water bottles and hidden flasks. The days of getting trashed before campus football games were long gone for me, but I did enjoy the spectacle of people doing their best to become inebriated before noon in the Texas heat. There were a lot of freshmen who were going to be in pain by the time the game was over.
I watched them from my spot higher in the bleachers and smiled. Everyone had to go through that at least once during college.
The St. Edwards Hilltoppers wore grey pants and navy blue jerseys while warming up. They looked dull compared to the vibrant orange and crisp white uniforms of the Appleton Stingers.
“Is St. Edwards any good?” Aly asked.
“Nope. We usually beat them by 30 or 40.”
Aly put on her sunglasses and leaned back on the metal bleachers. “Then I’ll just relax and work on my tan.”
I watched Appleton going through their warm-ups. My three guys all completed their dynamic stretches after the normal ones, and this time neither Brett nor Coach Mueller said anything about it. That put a smile on my face.
I watched Feña and the backup kicker working on their field goals from long distance. From my angle in the bleachers, it was tough to tell the distance and accuracy. But it didn’t really matter since he’d only started squats and deadlifts this week. I couldn’t wait to see how much his kicking distance improved in another two months.
Practice ended and both teams went jogging off into the tunnels. The marching band filed out of their section of the bleachers to prepare for the pre-game music.
I turned to Aly. “I’m going to go get a hot dog.”
“Is that what you’re calling it these days?”
I playfully smacked her in the arm. “You’re bad!”
“I’m not the one dangling two football players by the crook of my finger!”
I left the bleacher seats and went down beneath the stadium. The smell of food was tempting, but I was on a mission right now, so I weaved through the crowds toward the athletic rooms.
One benefit of being a kinesiology student was that my department ID got me into certain areas of the stadium, since a lot of the student teaching equipment was actually used on the team before and during games. I scanned my ID at an access door deep within the bowels of the stadium, then weaved through the dimly lit corridors. Everything was cement—the ground, the walls, even the slanted ceiling which held the stadium seats above. There was an ever-present sound of the crowd in the stadium, but it was muted here. Like someone had turned the volume almost all the way down.
I found the hall that Lance had texted to me. The tall wide receiver was standing at the other end, pacing nervously in his full gear minus a helmet. He jumped excitedly when he saw me.
“I didn’t think you’d come, Babs.”
I grinned as I reached him. “I usually don’t, but with you holding me up against the bookcase the angle was just right.”
He barked a laugh, then clamped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. “Alright. How does this tape work?”
I pulled the role of tape from my pocket and said, “Drop your pants and I’ll show you.”
“Ha ha. Seriously though, the tape?”
“That wasn’t a joke. I need to put the tape directly on your skin. You didn’t think this would go on the outside of your uniform, did you?”
“I, uh, no, of course not,” he stammered, then pulled down his white football pants.
I’d never seen a jock strap before. It was like someone had cut out most of a pair of tighty whities, then jammed an athletic cup in the remaining strip. Most girls might not find it very attractive, but seeing it on the chiseled frame of Lance made me as wet as I was last night.
“Not that I don’t appreciate a good ogling,” Lance said, “but the game’s about to start…”
“Sorry,” I said as I bent down at his side.
Kinesiology therapeutic tape, or KT tape, had a variety of uses and benefits, such as improved healing and faster recovery, but for Lance I had a specific purpose in mind. The hamstring was actually a cluster of three muscles on the back of the thigh. Lance had a slight sprain in one of the three, so what I wanted to do was use the tape to keep that specific muscle from over-contracting when he ran at full speed. When done properly, it would allow a nearly-complete range of motion while keeping the injured muscle from being used too much.
“Have you thought about whether or not to tell Danny and Feña?” I asked as I applied the colorful adhesive to his bare skin.
“I’ve kind of been busy thinking about other stuff,” Lance said impatiently.
I winced. “Ah, sorry. It’s a stupid thing to bother you with right before the game.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” he quickly said. “I have been thinking about it. Let me feel them out first. I don’t want it to get weird with Danny. He might be territorial or something.”
I looked up at Lance. “Territorial? Like I’m a pitbull’s chew toy?”
“You know what I mean. Guys can be weird. Even though he told you he doesn’t want a relationship during the season, Danny can…” He shrugged in his football pads. “Let me feel them out.”
“Fair enough.” I stood. “Give that a try. See how it feels.”
Lance pulled up his pants and ran in place for a minute, kicking his knees high in the air like he was trying to touch his chin with them. Then he sprinted down the hall with long, powerful strides. He jogged back with a grin on his face.
“Feels kind of weird, but in a good way. I like it.”
I smacked him on the ass. “Then get out there, Lancelot!”
“Lancelot?”
“You’ve got a stupid nickname for me that only half makes sense, so I figured I’d try it for you.”
He pointed at me. “If I do well, I’m gonna make that nickname stick!” He started to leave, came back to give me a quick kiss on the lips, and then jogged off.
I blushed all the way back to the stands.
“You really shoved it down your throat, huh?” Aly said when I sat back down.
“I… What?”
“Your hotdog,” she said. “You must have really shoved it down your throat since you finished it already.”
“I was hungry,” I said. Aly gave me a knowing smile.
As the national anthem played and the game started, I began to second-guess myself. It would have been better to put KT tape on Lance before warm-ups, so he could get a real sense of how his leg felt while running and jumping. Putting it on right before the game might be a recipe for disaster.
I chewed on my fingernails nervously while Lance jogged out onto the field to accept the kick-off return. He was a tall gladiator of a man, alone on that end of the field and standing with a confident posture, ready to kick some ass.
As the ball sailed through the air, I said a quiet prayer to the football gods that Lance’s hamstring would cooperate all game.
He caught the ball, tucked it under one arm, and then ran across the field at a diagonal angle. Lance tried a spin move on the first St. Edwards defender he ca
me across, but the player was ready for it and wrapped him up in a hard tackle. Lance tossed the ball to the referee, then joined the huddle with Danny and the others as the offense took the field.
Danny handed the ball off to the running back for the first play, and on the second play he made a long pass to a different wide receiver. But on the third play Lance executed a button hook route flawlessly, stopping and catching the ball while his cover ran upfield. The crowd in the Appleton stadium screamed its approval as Lance sprinted up field, juking the defender before abruptly changing direction to run diagonal toward the end zone. He gave one more stutter step to fake out another defender who was homing in on him, then glided across the goal line.
“Touchdown Appletown!” the announcer declared over the crowd cheering.
Lance spiked the football and then mimicked riding a horse around the end zone. I thought he was pretending to be a cowboy at first, but then I saw him slashing with an imaginary sword at the teammates that came running up to celebrate with him.
Lancelot.
I grinned as he finally joined his team and jogged back to the sidelines. I guess the KT tape didn’t bother him after all.
“He’s so dreamy,” Aly said with a forlorn sigh. “Are you sure you can’t share him?”
“There are several dozen other football players for you to choose from,” I told her with a comforting pat on the arm. She sighed again.
The kicking team came on the field for the extra point. It was all routine, with Feña lining up at the back. They hiked the ball and the holder positioned it, and Feña strode forward and swung his foot in a wicked arc, striking the ball and sending it soaring toward the field goal posts…
And missed.
“And the… Oh. The extra point sails wide right. Six to zero, Appleton over St. Edwards. Touchdown pass was received by Overmire.”
“Huh,” Aly said. “Aren’t extra points supposed to be, like, a given?”
“Usually,” I grumbled. “They miss them every now and then. Just a fluke.”
But it wasn’t a fluke. Feña came in for a 51-yard field goal later in the first quarter, and missed it to the left. Then he had a 39-yard attempt in the third quarter, and totally shanked it to the right in a low kick that looked more like a frisbee throw than a field goal kick.