Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance

by Tabatha Kiss

I cup her face and kiss her as feeling returns to my limbs. Suddenly, I’m more alert, easily seeing the through fog in my head and my heart pumps fresh, warm blood all the way from my brain to my toes.

  “Thank you,” I tell her.

  She slides her panties back on. “No problem.”

  I roll the used condom off and toss it into the trash by the desk. “I feel bad,” I say, fixing my uniform and tying my tights. “That wasn’t enough to get you off, too.”

  “You can make it up to me tonight.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Meet me at my place after the game.” She pushes up onto her toes again and kisses me. “I’ll let you get in some extra credit.”

  I laugh. “I’ll be there.”

  “I know you will. Now, go kick some ass for me.”

  “Wait…”

  I stare into her eyes again, losing myself in her for just a moment longer. She steals another kiss before I can and I commit everything about her to memory. Her touch, her taste. Her scent. The way her lips vibrate against mine as she laughs mid-kiss. All of it. Everything about this moment is mine and hers and no one else’s and always will be.

  I take a step back and grab my helmet by the door. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  Rose waves at me and I step back outside to join the rest of the team as they make their way back onto the field.

  Junior pauses beside me. “You okay, John?” he asks.

  “Yeah.” I nod and slide my helmet on. “I’m fucking great.”

  ***

  Victory has never felt so satisfying.

  Well, maybe it will feel better next month when we take that championship, but so far, this one is the best.

  I don’t want to jinx it but the momentum is real. We’ve won every game this season, just like last season, and we did it all without a famous football player coaching us. There’s no placebo effect happening here. Our team couldn’t be tighter or more focused. This is it. This is our year — especially with my good luck charm, Rose.

  I twist the shower nob, blasting myself with a bit of cold water because I’m getting a boner just thinking about it.

  We’re taking home a fucking championship this year.

  I step out of the shower into the surging locker room, positioning my towel so Little John doesn’t make an accidental appearance.

  “Hey, John…” Junior steps over to me as I reach my locker and pulls a square, white envelope from his bag. “For you.”

  I feign a gasp as I break the heart-shaped seal. “Oh, Junior, honey…” I coo. “It’s too early for Valentine’s Day.”

  He chuckles with rolling eyes as he throws his gym bag over his shoulder.

  I slide the card out and read it aloud. “You are invited by Junior Morgan and Eliza Pierce to celebrate with them on their special day — November 13th?” I look at him. “Why so soon?”

  “Well…” he shrugs, “Eliza took the fall semester off to take care of the baby.”

  “Right,” I nod.

  “Which she absolutely loves doing, but she’s also bored as hell and has spent the last two months planning this wedding from top to bottom.”

  “I see.”

  “Anyway, she wants it over and done with before she comes back to school in the spring and what Eliza wants, Eliza gets, so… November 13th.”

  “Makes sense.” I slide the invitation away in my locker. “I’ll be there.”

  “It’s all happening at her dad’s house and we’re inviting the whole team so, it should be pretty casual and fun.”

  I laugh. “Doesn’t he hate you?”

  “Eh…” He winces. “I think he’s starting to get over the whole I knocked up his daughter thing…”

  “That’s good.”

  “And they’ve honestly never had that great of a relationship. This is his way of finally being there for her and I’m not about stand in the way of that.”

  I nod. “I guess it helps that his granddaughter is adorable.”

  He smiles. “Yeah, that helps, too.” He turns to leave but stops, tilting his head awkwardly at me. “Oh, also… make sure your plus one is…”

  “Classy?” I suggest. “Sophisticated?”

  “The term Eliza used was not-whorish and — preferably — someone that I haven’t slept with before.”

  “Ouch,” I say. “That’s a short list.”

  He blinks. “Yeah.”

  I wave a hand. “Don’t worry. This ain’t my first dance-off, man. I have the perfect girl in mind.”

  “Thanks, John.” He spins towards the door. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Junior.”

  A classy, sophisticated, not-whorish plus one? There’s only one option I can think of and she’s waiting for me to meet her at her place so I can fuck her brains out tonight.

  It doesn’t get much classier than that in my book.

  I get dressed and rush out the doors, driven by one powerful, primal need.

  Rose.

  The quad is packed with people but I navigate the crowd with my head down, eager to get out of here in one piece. I spot several teammates scattered around, each one surrounded by adoring sports fans. Last year, that was me and I loved every second of it.

  Not this year.

  “Where the hell are you going, John?”

  I pause by the parking lot, tempted to just bolt for my car at the back of the lot but Douglas fucking Floyd catches up with me.

  “I have somewhere else to be,” I tell him.

  “Okay…” He slaps a hand on my shoulder. “I don’t mean to win your challenge for you, buddy, but the quad is full of hot, sexy ladies for you to choose from. This is Homecoming. Freshman and alumni, just sitting there waiting for you and you have somewhere else to be?”

  “Actually, Douglas…” I hear the words fall off my tongue. “I’m out.”

  He blinks. “You’re out?”

  I take a deep breath. “Yeah,” I say, feeling lighter than before. “I’m out.”

  “Out of… rubbers?” he asks. “Because I’ll lend you one. Or two, if needed.”

  “No.” I shake my head. “The trifecta. I’m not completing it.”

  “Really?” he laughs and takes a step back. “Really?”

  I start walking through the lot. “Congrats, man. You win.”

  He scoffs and follows me. “Wow… Of all people, I never expected this challenge to be too much for you.”

  “It’s not,” I argue. “This is more of a lack of interest than a defeat.”

  “Well, I’m shocked… and a little tickled.”

  I unlock my car. “Enjoy it, Douglas.”

  “I certainly will.”

  My eyes fall on a couple leaning against a car down the line from mine and I shake my head at her familiar face. Little Stephanie Gomez certainly doesn’t have trouble finding a plaything on Homecoming night. I look at him and I pause, almost laughing at the ridiculous grin on his middle-aged face.

  Damn, Dr. Zach. Have fun.

  I cast one final glance at Douglas Floyd’s stupid grin before speeding off through the parking lot.

  Yeah. Enjoy it, asshole. I don’t care anymore.

  Maybe now that his competition is gone, he’ll back off of Rose. But if he doesn’t, well…

  Now, he’ll have to get through me first.

  Chapter 16

  Rose

  A single knock strikes my door and I lay my pen down on my bed.

  Not that I’ve been able to focus too clearly on the ungraded quizzes laying in piles around me after watching the second half of the Homecoming game.

  It was incredible; one of the best and most shocking turnarounds I’ve seen in football in a long time. Even Daisy got excited. Of course, she’s intelligent enough to have put the entire thing together and I was greeted with a slew of fresh texts from her proclaiming that my “pussy was magic.”

  I walk to my apartment door and reach for the knob, but I pause before opening it. A smile creeps to my lips as I peek through the peeph
ole at him.

  John Kirby, the star halfback on everybody’s lips, stands there, freshly-showered and handsome as ever. All for me.

  He knocks again and I notice him step out of view with a smirk on his face.

  I laugh and jerk the door open, instantly poking my head out to look at him. “I knew you were going to do that,” I say.

  He steps towards me without saying a word and cups my face, drawing me in for a soft kiss while I guide him inside.

  I break the embrace and close the door. “I just have a few more quizzes to take care of,” I tell him, walking back to my room.

  “That’s all right.” He makes himself comfortable in my desk chair beside the bed. “I can wait.”

  I lie on my stomach and grab my red pen, easing back into teacher mode so I can finally get them out of the way to focus on John’s extra credit.

  I hear John stand up and his feet shuffle across the floor towards the bed. He kicks off his shoes and I feel the mattress sink near my ankles.

  “John…” I say, peeking back at him.

  “Don’t mind me,” he says, lowering his lips to my feet. “You grade those quizzes.”

  I turn back around as his mouth pecks at my ankles. It takes all of my concentration not to melt in place but I throw my focus on my work as he travels up my bare legs towards my shorts.

  He lays over me, sliding his fingers beneath the back of my shirt and his tongue tickles my lower back. “John…”

  “Shh…” he whispers. “Quizzes.”

  I laugh softly as my spine tingles with each kiss he gives me. My toes curl and my body twitches, utterly pulled away from any hope of getting this work done.

  John hooks his fingers into my shorts and pulls them down to expose my ass. He bites at my flesh and I let out a quiet moan.

  “Are you still grading?” he asks, his hot breath tickling my skin.

  “Yes,” I answer, dropping my pen.

  His tongue draws a line down my crack, firing sparks up to my wrists and I slide my knees beneath me to force my hips higher off the bed.

  John spreads my cheeks and eats away at me as I squirm on his tongue. He fucks me with it, teasing every hole and I can barely contain the moans falling from my lips.

  “Johnny…”

  He stands up behind me and I hear him pull his zipper down. “You want more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Beg me for it.”

  I crane my neck to look back at him and I watch as he rips a condom wrapper open. Words fail me as he slides it on and presses his wide tip against my dripping entrance.

  “Ms. Hawthorne…” He teases me, flicking his cock against my folds and I purr for him. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”

  “Johnny,” I laugh. “Give it to me. Please.”

  “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  He smiles. “How much of it do you want?”

  “All of it.”

  John enters me, stopping after only an inch or two and I grip the blanket beneath me. “This much?” he groans, feeling my tightness surge around him.

  “More.”

  He refuses. Instead, he massages me with his tip, slowly drumming in and out with the heaves of his breath. “Surely, this is enough,” he jokes, taunting me with another half inch. “I bet I could make you come with my tip alone. Couldn’t I, Ms. Hawthorne?”

  I mewl, slapping the bed with my palm and he laughs at me. “Deeper, Johnny,” I beg.

  “Deeper?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come for me and I’ll give you all of it.”

  I moan louder, floored by the pleasure in me. He adjusts his angle, pushing harder against my front wall and everything intensifies. “Oh, fuck. Right there, Johnny.”

  His laugh trembles my spine and he works me over with ease. Each hard thrust bends me to the breaking point; each one sending me just a short step closer to coming all over him.

  “Rose…” he growls. “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want me to go deeper?”

  “Yes!”

  His slides a finger over my anus, tempting my nerve endings, and I moan at the taboo twitch. “If you want it, Rose…” he says, “then I’ll give it to you… but you have to give me what I want first.”

  I gasp, taking his finger as he pushes inside up to his second knuckle. “Fuck, Johnny…”

  He massages both of my holes, grinding me over and over again until my muscles jerk and my body goes tense.

  Fire burns in me as I come, completely taking me over as I hear his groans turn to victorious laughter.

  “That’s my girl…”

  “Johnny…” I moan. “Deeper.”

  “Yes, Ms. Hawthorne.”

  John gives me one hard thrust, pushing his cock all the way inside and I scream with delight. He bucks his hips, sliding his entire length in and out of me. “That tight pussy is gonna make me come, Rose,” he whispers.

  He pounds away, flicking his finger in my ass and I open my mouth to speak. No words come out; only various vowels and sounds that could only be described as animalistic. I give myself over to him completely, nearly collapsing in as my senses prepare for second, soul-crushing orgasm.

  He doesn’t stop. He continues his thrust, hammering me even harder until I see nothing but stars. The tension breaks and my muscles crush around his hard cock, twitching wildly until I can hardly breathe.

  Finally, he slows down and his chest heaves. I feel his tip pulsate inside of our latex barrier, filling it to the brim as he slowly gets himself off. He leans over to kiss my back again, shooting quick blooms of pleasure from my head to my toes.

  I fall onto my side, twitching softly as he slides out of my holes and I collapse against the pile of quizzes beneath me with closed eyes. He pushes off the bed and I hear him adjust himself, tossing the condom away and upping his zipper.

  After a few moments, he returns to the bed and sits down beside me. “Rose…”

  “… Yeah?”

  “Go out with me tomorrow night.”

  My eyes flash open. “Like… out with you, out with you?”

  “Yeah,” he nods.

  “On a date?”

  “Yes, on a date.”

  “On a school night?”

  His face twists with amusement. “How old are you again?”

  I sit up, feeling a rush of blood to my head. “You want to go out on a date with me tomorrow night?”

  “Is that bad?”

  “No, no… Not bad… I don’t think…”

  John leans over me and softly bumps my nose with his. “Then go out with me, Rose.”

  “Where?”

  He smiles. “It’s a surprise.”

  “Like… a public surprise?” I ask. “With people seeing us together and stuff?”

  “No. We’ll keep it private.”

  “How?”

  He smiles wider, leaning in for a kiss. “It’s a surprise.”

  I put my hand on his chest to hold him back. “Like a casual surprise? A formal surprise? What do I need to wear?”

  “Casual. In fact…” He grips my hand and pulls it away so he can steal his kiss. “You probably won’t be wearing clothes for very long anyway.”

  “Are we going swimming?”

  He sighs at the childish question. “No…”

  I laugh. “I’m kidding.”

  “Okay, that’s it—”

  John grabs me and pins me down, making me shriek at the sudden movement as he towers over me. He descends me slowly, raising my shirt to nibble at my breasts and I put a little pressure on his head to guide him further down.

  He takes it with a smile and drops to his knees with a twitching tongue.

  “Such a good student, Johnny…”

  “Oh, Ms. Hawthorne…” He kisses my inner thigh, targeting the cluster of freckles as he always does. “I’m just getting started.”

  Chapter 17

  John

  There
are plenty of options for private dates with Rose Hawthorne. A swanky hotel upstate. A nice B&B in the next town over. But neither of those are as impressive as taking a girl for a ride in the legendary Junior-mobile.

  Sure, it’s not much to look at on the outside. Just a crappy mini-van; something Junior picked up cheap at some used car lot but stripping the backseats out and putting in a mattress was a stroke of pure genius. Everyone on campus knew what it was, who owned it, and, naturally, not to come knocking if they ever saw it rocking.

  Then, Junior met Eliza and officially passed it on to his former roommate, Ty Fisher.

  I park on the street outside of Ty and Grant’s place, casually eying the van sitting in the driveway as I climb the porch to knock on the door.

  The door opens and Ty smiles at me. “Hey, John. What’s up?”

  “I need to borrow your sex van.”

  He tilts his head. “My what?”

  “The Junior-mobile.” I point at it over my shoulder. “Let me borrow it. You can use my car.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yeah, tonight.”

  “For what?”

  I blink. “It’s a sex van.”

  “Fair enough,” he shrugs.

  Grant struts into the entryway, drawn towards our voices. “Oh, hello there, Johnny,” he says, joining Ty in the doorway. “What brings you here on this glorious Sunday afternoon?”

  Ty smirks. “He wants to borrow the van.”

  I cringe as Grant’s eyes grow wide like a toddler trapped in a room with a giant cake.

  “Who’s the lucky lady?” he asks me.

  “I can’t say,” I answer.

  “You don’t know?” Ty asks.

  “No, I do… It’s just a secret.”

  They both squint at each other before their lips curl.

  I shake my head. “It’s not a guy.”

  “Uh-huh…” Ty hums.

  Grant nudges his ribs. “Now, now. Let’s cut Johnny some slack. He’s having an identity crisis.”

  “I’m not—” I drop it. “May I please borrow the van?”

  Ty reaches for the hook by the door and slips the keys free. “The rules are simple. Fill up the tank and clean the sheets before returning it.”

  “Thank you.”

  He nods, flashing a wink at me as he drops the keys into my open palm and I hand my keys to him in exchange. “Be safe, Johnny.”