by Cassie Cole
“You sound like a pee-wee team the way you’re whining at each other. Offense blaming the defense. Defense blaming the special teams. Last time I checked, the Appleton Stingers were a football team. That means we win as a team, but it also means we lose as a team. Yeah, winning is easy. Everyone’s happy and excited and feeling good about themselves. But losing as a team is tougher. All of us share some of the blame today. All of us. Because that’s what being a team means.”
He paused to look around at the bus full of players, daring any of them to argue with him. None did.
“It would have been nice to go undefeated,” he admitted in a softer tone. “But now that monkey is off our back. Today’s loss has exposed some of our weaknesses. Things we can work on in practice. Maybe I should have handed the ball off to Jamal to run more often, which would have let the clock run down more. Clock management is something I can improve on.”
“Feeding me the ball more wouldn’t have been a good idea,” Jamal said with a chuckle. “They closed every hole I tried to run through today.”
There were a few scattered laughs on the bus. Danny smirked. “Yeah, they did. Even so, each of us has something like that we can take away from this game. Clock management, or repetitive route behavior, or not being quick enough off the snap. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather discover that today than at the end of the season when we’re playing games that really matter, like against San Antonio. Figuring this out now, six games into the season? That’s a blessing.”
Everyone was nodding now. One group rather than individuals bickering over petty stuff.
“Now, go back to shutting up,” Danny said with a self-deprecating smile. “I have a communications exam to study for, and I’m not very smart.”
He ducked back into his seat as everything returned to normal. I slid across the aisle into the seat next to him.
“Nice speech, Coach.”
Danny snorted in annoyance. “Coach is the one who should have made it. I swear, he loves making victory speeches when we win, but the moment we lose he turns into a mute.”
“He does,” I agreed. “Which is why we’re lucky to have you as our fearless leader.”
He glanced at me, then looked away. “I just wanted them to stop arguing so I could study.”
“Sure you did, bro.”
I waited until a smile finally broke onto Danny’s face before going back to my own seat.
By the time we got back to the Appleton campus, it was pushing 1:00 a.m. and everyone was exhausted. But we still had to move all the gear from the bus to the athletic building.
To make matters worse, there were people waiting for us when we walked off the bus.
Three guys were sitting in lawn chairs on the grass right in front of the athletic building. Their San Antonio State football jerseys were immediately obvious, black with white lettering and grey stitches. The were drinking from bottles concealed within brown paper bags, but they put them down so they could leap to their feet and clap loudly.
“There’s the Appleton team!” said Nicky Tarkenton, voice full of mockery. “Congratulations, you guys. You only lasted six games into the season before losing a game.”
I gritted my teeth while carrying my bag off the bus. “Did you seriously wait out here all night for us to return?”
“Why not?” Nicky demanded. “This is a better show than anything at the movies. Look at your sad, pathetic faces. I’d pay money to watch this.”
“Fuck off,” I said.
Danny stepped close to me. “Don’t let them get a rise out of you. They’re just a bunch of pricks.”
“Oh, we’re a bunch of pricks alright,” Nicky taunted while taking his seat again. He took a long pull from the drink inside his paper bag. “But you’d better watch out, or that girl you were with will come sucking on our pricks.”
Rage flared within me, and it took a concerted amount of effort to push it back down. Danny tensed, but focused on unloading the bus, so I joined him in silence.
“Uh oh,” Nicky said loudly. “Struck a nerve, huh? Honestly, you shouldn’t blame her, moonwalker. It’s only natural that a football groupie like her would upgrade to the better player.”
“Danny is twice the quarterback you are,” Feña said as he got off the bus. “I cannot wait to watch him tear apart your puny defense at the end of the season.”
“Nobody asked you, Enrique,” the linebacker next to Nicky spat. “Go make me some tacos or something.”
I balled my hand into a fist at the insult to my teammate and friend, but Feña only laughed. “Hijo de puta thinks tacos are an insult. Maybe I will make you some food. Then you might build some muscle instead of that beer belly, yes?”
The Appleton team roared with laughter, while the three San Antonio players scowled. They picked up their drinks and began to leave.
“See you in week 12,” Nicky said over his shoulder. “Bring that cunt Roberta with you, Danny, so I can show her what a real man feels like after we win.”
Man, I don’t know what happened. I was exhausted from the game, and pissed that we had lost, and I just couldn’t control myself when he brought up Roberta. I was like a charging bull. I saw fucking red.
Before I knew what was happening, I dropped my bag and charged at Nicky. He wasn’t even looking in my direction anymore, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was beat him to a pulp.
I got halfway there before Danny tackled me to the ground.
“Dude,” he said while holding me on the ground.
“Get off me!” I shouted.
The three San Antonio players turned around, joy plastered on their stupid faced. “Oh shit! Why are you white-knighting Danny’s girl?” He mock-gasped and covered his mouth with a hand. “Pining for your captain’s girl, huh? Or maybe she’s just too much of a slut to settle down with one man? Even better—I can share her with my guys. Rusty here could use a fresh piece of ass.”
“Sure can, Nicky,” the big redneck behind him said.
I squirmed underneath Danny with rage while the San Antonio players laughed and walked away. By the time Danny let me up, Coach Mueller was looming over me.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Overmire?” he demanded. “Trying to fight Nicky goddamn Tarkenton?”
My chest heaved with anger. “Coach, he’s the one sitting here taunting—”
“I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing!” Coach snapped. He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me close until his furious face was inches from mine. “The last thing I need is one of my star players getting arrested for assault. Or worse, injured. Act like a fucking man, not a little boy.”
“Yes, Coach,” I said through gritted teeth.
We loaded up the athletic building with our gear, then made the walk back to our house. Feña patted me on the back and said, “I wanted to punch their stupid faces as well, my friend.”
“Nicky has a really punchable face,” Danny agreed. “But Coach was right. We can’t afford to lose you.”
I didn’t say anything. After getting chewed out by Coach, I wasn’t in the mood for more. I just wanted to crawl into bed and fume until I finally fell asleep.
But when we got home, we found someone waiting for us on the front step.
Roberta gave us a weak, pitying smile. “Hey.”
“Did you wait up for us?” Danny asked. “You didn’t have to do that…”
“I couldn’t sleep. And I wanted to see you guys. Tough loss.”
She hugged Danny, then me, then Feña. I wanted to protest and say that it was only a loss, that it wasn’t a big deal, but the warmth of her embrace made me feel a little better. Sometimes a guy just needed a hug.
“Guess who we saw tonight,” Danny said as he slumped onto the couch. “Nicky Tarkenton.”
Roberta’s face twisted from surprise, to disgust, then back to surprise. “Wait, when?”
We told her about the altercation when we got off the bus.
“They were just… waiting for you?”
she asked. “But why?”
“Because they have nothing better to do than taunt us after a tough loss.”
“But I mean… Right outside the Appleton athletic building? Seems kind of weird.”
“Babs,” I said, “never underestimate the lengths some dicks will go to mock their rivals. Shit, I could see myself doing the same thing to them.”
“But you do not do this, because you are not a dick,” Feña said. “At least, not in this regard. I am going to bed.”
We all said goodnight as he retired to his bedroom. Danny slumped into the couch on the other side of Roberta and closed his eyes.
“It sucks to play great and still lose,” he said. “Like I won the lottery but got the ticket stolen.”
“A-fucking-men,” I said.
“At least neither of you took much of a beating in the game,” Roberta said. “Just the one sack for you, Danny. Need anything worked out?”
“I’m good,” I said. “I iced my quads before getting on the bus. They feel great.”
“Yeah, I’m good too,” Danny said.
Roberta put a hand on each of our thighs. “I wasn’t necessarily talking about your football muscles.” She turned and gave me an impish smile.
Holy fuck, she was hot sometimes.
“I don’t know if I’m in the mood…” Danny began. I was ready to carry Roberta into the bedroom and let out some stress on her body by myself, but then her hand slid up each of our legs.
“Then let me get you in the mood.”
She got on her knees on the couch between us, bending over Danny’s crotch. I heard her unbuckling his belt, but all of my focus was on the round peach of an ass that was now sticking up in the air. Her gym shorts were riding up, outlining every voluptuous curve.
I grabbed hold of her ass with both hands, squeezing the cheeks. I heard her moan, and then the sound shifted as she went down on Danny, and then it was his turn to moan.
“God that feels good…”
I pulled down Roberta’s shorts so I could taste her sweet pussy, but I was met with a surprise.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
I heard a sucking sound as she pulled her mouth off Danny’s cock. “I decided to try commando. You like it?”
I responded by pulling apart her ass cheeks and planting a kiss on her pussy from behind. She shuddered as I pulled away and took a good, long look at her. Her lips were pink like a flower’s petals, and glistening as though from the morning dew. Her tight little rosebud of an asshole was puckered and perfect right above, begging for attention.
“I love the way your pussy tastes,” I said, and dove back into it. She moaned around Danny’s cock while I ate her out from behind, driving my tongue deep inside of her like it was a dick. I tasted as much of her as I could, up and down and around her lips.
I was an ass man. Squeezing them, looking at them, fucking them. Nothing turned me on more than playing with a girl’s taboo backdoor. So the fact that Roberta liked it too?
Fucking awesome.
I pulled apart her cheeks again. “That’s the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.” I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against her little pink starfish, and she flinched and moaned with surprise.
“I like it when you play with my ass.”
I responded by licking it again, down to the fold of skin connecting to her pink lips, then back up again. I added two fingers to her pussy and began pumping hard while I gave her a thorough rimjob, lubing her up to the point that I could do what I really wanted with her.
“Climb up on Danny’s cock,” I said.
She obeyed, straddling him on the couch. I knew the moment he was inside of her because they both opened their mouths in silent moans.
I took my time removing my pants while she rode him. I wanted her to hear my belt, then zipper, as I got completely naked. Then I stepped up behind her, and crouched until I was the right height. Roberta’s ass was wet and waiting.
“You ready for two cocks?” I asked.
35
Roberta
I’d done anal before.
Threesomes? You bet.
But this…
“You ready for two cocks?” Lance asked.
I trembled with anticipation. “I don’t know,” I said, totally serious. “I don’t think I can… ohh.”
His cock pressed against my backdoor, and the head slid inside. The pressure was intense—more than normal anal sex. I could feel the tip of Lance’s dick pressing against Danny’s shaft inside my body.
That realization turned me on more than the physical sensation itself.
“Go slow,” I said, reaching back to spread my ass apart for him.
“Only way I know how, Babs.”
He stayed inside me for a while, letting me get used to the pressure. Slowly, Danny began to thrust up underneath me. Testing little movements to make sure I was good like this. But I quickly realized I was going to be very good like this.
I pushed my hips back to take more of Lance’s cock in my ass. I had to go slow, but it was easier with every passing moment. The pleasure was intense—Lance’s cock pressed against my inner walls, which pressed against Danny’s cock in my pussy, which in turn put extra pressure on my G-spot. It was like riding a sex toy designed to hit all of my erogenous zones at the same time.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Both of you fuck me.”
I moaned from deep within my chest as they began moving, double-penetrating me there on the couch. It was everything I never knew I wanted—the two of them banging me at the same time, their thighs rubbing against each other and me at the same time like some sort of group dance. Even their thrusts took on a beautiful dance rhythm—when Danny thrust up inside of me, Lance pulled out, and vice versa. Alternating their piston-like pumps.
Danny grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I moaned with ecstasy.
Soon I was doing more than just moaning. I was groaning, and panting, and practically weeping with pleasure. Every nerve in my asshole and pussy tingled with electricity waiting to discharge.
I don’t remember them coming. I don’t even remember myself coming. I fell into a fugue-like trance while I was wedged between their chiseled bodies. There was only Danny underneath me, Lance behind, and our sexual parts on fire with wonderful friction.
*
“See?” I purred after we’d all cleaned up and moved to the bedroom. “Losing isn’t so bad.”
Danny rolled over to face me. He was on one side of me and Lance was on the other, spooning against my ass. “Losing is bad,” Danny disagreed. “It’s the pity sex that’s great.”
“Pity sex?” I made an offended noise. “I’ll have you know my intention was purely based on my own selfish sexual desire.”
“You like being double-teamed, huh?” Lance rumbled behind me.
“As if the past few weeks weren’t evidence enough.”
“Tonight was different than the past few weeks.”
I made a happy noise deep in my throat. “It sure was. And yes, I liked it very much.”
“How am I supposed to know for sure?” Lance asked. “Maybe you’ve been faking it all this time.”
“If I was that good of an actress, I’d be majoring in theater instead of kinesiology.”
“Amen,” Danny said. He kissed me on the lips, soft and caring. “We like it too. All of it. Not just the sex.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You don’t mind… sharing me?”
Lance burst into laughter behind me. “I fucking love it. Bro, this might sound kind of gay or whatever—not that there’s anything wrong with that—but I love being inside of Roberta at the same time as you. You’re pushing against her walls from one side, and me on the other, and we’re in sync.”
“Like two football teammates who know each other well?” Danny offered with a smile.
“Fucking exactly.” He snapped his fingers. “You’ve got the best of everything, Babs.�
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I snuggled back against him, letting my body fold into his. “I sure do.”
36
Roberta
Feña and I went to the gym to lift weights the next morning. After that, the four of us spent most of the day studying together at their house. When we’d all reached our studying limit in the afternoon, we ordered a pizza and turned pro football on the TV. The Cowboys were playing the Redskins, a huge rivalry. Which turned out to be the cause of friction among the house.
“Those are some hideous uniforms,” Danny said. He was wearing a Cowboys jersey, #8 for Tony Romo. “Burgundy and gold. Ugh.”
“Do not let him hear you say these things,” Feña warned with a grin.
Danny cleared his throat and spoke in a louder voice. “MAN! THOSE JERSEYS LOOK LIKE BAD MCDONALDS UNIFORMS!”
I realized what Feña meant when Lance came storming out of his bedroom wearing a Redskins jersey. His face was twisted with anger.
“Bro, the Cowgirls are going to get their asses handed to them today.”
“Lot of talk from the last-place Redskins,” Danny said.
“I didn’t realize you’re a Redskins fan,” I commented as Lance took a seat next to me. “But you’re not from Washington, are you?”
“He’s not,” Danny said triumphantly. “Hampton, Virginia is like 200 miles from DC.”
“Dude, you’re from Wayne, Texas. That’s at least 300 miles from Dallas.”
“At least it’s the same state.”
Feña gave me a patient look. “Lance is unhappy because he is always outnumbered. I usually root for the Cowboys too.”
Lance wrapped an arm around me. “Not outnumbered today. Babs is on my side.”
I pushed the arm off me playfully. “I do not need to be dragged into the middle of your disagreement.” I grinned. “And if I did choose sides, I definitely wouldn’t choose the side with those awful uniforms.”
“You have excellent taste,” Feña said innocently, which pulled another groan from Lance.