“To be honest, I wanted to leave it a little bit open on purpose. I want you to get used to working at the facility, working with the players, and most importantly working with me. After you settle in, I think you can pick a role that suits you more.”
I could see his line of thinking. He was giving me a chance to decide what I wanted to do myself instead of letting him pick for me.
“So for right now, I want you to get used to prepping for a game. Who knows, maybe you'll like being my assistant and want to stay. Or maybe you want to work in the front office and work in the press room.”
“Sounds very exciting. I never really considered a career in football because I was a woman but now it seems like I could do a lot of different things.”
Tristan scratched the small scruff of a beard he had. He didn't really resemble your typical head coach in professional football. Tristan wasn't fat or really old. Since he was a player, his body was at its peak. He could be dating super models if he wanted to.
Tristan always told me he didn't have time for women. I didn't believe it and took it that he wasn't really interested in dating.
“Let's watch some game film and tell me what you see,” he said, taking out a remote and pointing it a the wall.
I didn't notice but there was a projector hidden away on the opposite side. A big white square was projected on the blank wall. A film of a game from last season was on the screen. I remembered it well because I was there.
We lost by twenty points and almost got shut out save for a field goal.
“This was a failure by both sides of the ball. The defense kept giving up the big plays and the offense was demoralized since the very beginning. Our defense let them get away with two screen passes in a row. That should never happen.”
Tristan looked impressed with my football knowledge. It all came second nature to me since I had been watching football for as long as I could remember.
“I think I'm going to like having you around here,” he said.
Chapter Two
Tristan and I went over game film deep into the night. I'd never gotten so much attention from him at one time. I kind of liked it.
We worked well together.
The next day I showed up to practice and was told that Tristan was in the men's locker room. Now, I'd been in the football player's locker room. I knew that half-naked men would be running around. On the flip side, they were used to reporters and press in the locker room. A woman like myself shouldn't have much of a problem.
All I knew was that low-cut top and short skirt was probably not the best outfit for the day.
I walked into the locker room and one of the players on defense turned his head and licked his lips as I walked by. “You lookin fine today, Krista,” he said, loosening up his white towel around his waist.
I gave him a tiny smile and worked my way to the back room. Every player turned their head to check out my ass while I walked by.
Danny, the kicker, stepped in front of me and stopped me in my tracks. He wasn't as built as the other players but he had some good looks. He was only wearing a towel that barely covered himself. “You look good enough to eat, Krista. I bet you need a real man to keep you warm at night.”
Danny uncovered himself and let it all out in the open. I only got a glimpse of him and I almost wanted to laugh. He wasn't very big. I don't know how one earth he got the idea that he was god's gift to women.
Most of the men were whistling and hollering. I think most women would get embarrassed at being shown a man's cock. Not me. These men liked to play dirty and I could dish it back better than anyone.
“I'm sorry Danny. Are you trying to show me something? I might need a magnifying glass to find it.”
The locker room went absolutely crazy with laughter. Danny closed the towel around his waist and ran away with his tail between his legs. He wouldn't try to bother me again. Not with my wit at my defense.
“Hey!” Tristan screamed from the back room. “If any of you give Krista a hard time, you'll find yourself cut from the team.”
Everyone shut up immediately. Tristan always stuck up for me even if I didn't need it. That's what I always loved about him.
I went into the back room to find Tristan, a doctor, and our tight end laying down on a table. His knee was propped up and I knew it wasn't good by the amount of ice strapped to his leg. “What's going on?”
“Deshaun tore his ACL or at least that's what the doctor thinks,” Tristan said.
Deshaun looked like he was in a boatload of pain. “How long is he going to be out?” I asked the doctor.
The old man with gray hair adjusted his glasses. “Depends on the severity of the tear. If it's only a partial tear, he might be able to come back at the end of the season. If it's more, then he'll be out until next season.”
Deshaun was the secret weapon to our offense. No defense in the league knew how to cover him. With him out, it was going to get a lot harder.
“I'm sorry, coach,” Deshaun said, reaching out for Tristan's hand.
“It's not your fault. You couldn't of prevented it from happening. All you need to focus on is getting healthy and back for next season,” Tristan said.
“Thanks, coach. I'll come back better than ever.”
Tristan really cared about his players. Kind of the same way he cared about me. He would do anything for them.
I followed Tristan back to his office and the players in the locker room didn't even glance at me this time. I knew they couldn't stop thinking about my curves.
Tristan closed the door behind us. “We need to look at who's out in the market and get us a good tight end.”
Tristan and I spent the next few hours looking at the players we had and who we could get from free agency to fill Deshaun's spot.
“What do you think about, Tommy Nathans?” he asked, referring to the tight end on our practice squad.
“Tommy is okay. He's a good backup for a bad team but our whole offense depends on the tight end getting open. Tommy isn't that guy for us.” I pulled up a different guy on my tablet. “What about Julian York?”
Tristan came up behind me and put his head down on my shoulder. His cologne smelled sweet. I could feel a rustling in my loins.
“His stats look pretty good but he hasn't gotten many reps the last couple seasons,” Tristan said.
“They're not running a tight-end focused offense. I bet if we asked for a trade, they would unload Julian for next to nothing. If he doesn't work out here, then we didn't give much away.”
“I like it. Let's set it into motion.”
I was about to leave when Tristan stopped me. “You ever seen the dome at night.”
“Well of course, I've been to plenty of night games.”
“I mean at night when it's completely empty.”
I smiled and shook my head.
Chapter Three
We took a short stroll through the practice stadium and to the big dome where the team played all their home games. The stadium roof was normally closed but tonight they had it wide open. The stars twinkled above the big lights.
There wasn't a living soul in the entire seventy thousand seat stadium except for Tristan and I. We walked out onto the field and I looked up at the stands. I imagined the crowd noise and the smell of hot dogs.
“This is amazing,” I said.
“It never ceases to humble me,” he replied. “Sometimes I come out here and to think and reminisce about the good old days.”
I watched him as his eyes got watery. It was touching how much this all meant to him. I wanted something like that in my life.
I don't know what came over me. I was so emotional and the only thing I could think to do was to kiss him. I reached up and planted my lips on Tristan's. He didn't reciprocate at first and it felt like kissing a dead fish.
But then he accepted it and took me in his arms. Our lips moved against each other and our tongues danced. The swelling of excitement took over my body. His hands were on my
back and held me close.
This was the best kiss I'd ever had. I never wanted it to stop. Tristan was gentle yet firm. He knew just what to do.
He broke away with a dazed look on his face. I stared into his eyes, my chest heaving in and out.
Tristan wiped his mouth. “We can't do this, Krista. No matter how much we want it. No matter how much we've dreamed about it for years.”
I had no idea he'd been dreaming about me for years. I always thought he was attracted to me but not this much.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm going to go.” I turned to walk away, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Tristan grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. My lips were parted perfectly for his. He kissed me more passionately this time, never giving me a second to catch my breath.
He finally let me go. “I can't resist you any longer, Krista. I tried to for so damn long but it's impossible. Your blue eyes, those plump red lips, your humongous tits and that bubbly ass of yours. I just can't anymore. A man can only do so much.”
I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. “Do you feel my heart beat for you. I've thought about you every night. It wasn't just hard for you. Now's your chance. You've worked so hard and you deserve it. We both do.”
Tristan finally let go. He slipped his hand into my top and cupped my heavy breast in his hand, ignoring my bra. He squeezed me and I reacted to his touch with a moan. “That feel so good!”
The look in Tristan's eyes was pure desire. A lust for me that was uncontrollable. He pulled my top over my head and my bra was off before I could even set my top down.
“They're perfect,” he said, his hands hovering over my tits.
My nipples grew harder in the wind. “You better warm me up because it's getting a little cold out here.”
Tristan buried his face in my cleavage, squeezing my boobs together until they completely covered his face, suffocating himself in me. His tongue tickled my pink nipple until he wrapped his lips around me and sucked hard. His teeth tugged and pulled on me.
I held his head against me and cried out. I was surprised by how good the pain felt. The wetness between my thighs couldn't be ignored any longer.
My claws dug into his jeans, trying to get at his hardness. I stroked his long member through his pants making Tristan moan into my tits. He came up for air and kissed me as I rubbed him. “You're cock must be gigantic,” I said.
Tristan backed away and tore his tight shirt off. I was totally right about his body being in peak condition. He still looked like a top athlete. Every muscle was toned to perfection. I imagined rubbing my wet pussy all over his washboard abs until I came hard.
Tristan unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down slowly. I mirrored him exactly, pulling my skirt down until it was around my ankles. The anticipation was killing me.
Tristan stepped out of his jeans and he only had a pair of very tight black boxers on. The outline of his thickness didn't leave much to the imagination. I went first, pulling my thong down and leaving them around my ankles.
I kicked my leg out, flicking them at Jameson, hoping to score a field goal. The two big yellow posts were behind him. He caught my panties in his hands and put them to his nose. He inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. “You smell so good.”
I blushed and watched as Tristan dropped his boxers to the ground. A long stiff rod stood straight up in the wind. “Your bigger than I ever thought possible. I don't think that will fit,” I said.
“Don't worry, Krista. I'll make it fit,” he said with a smirk.
“Should we be doing this out here?” I asked, suddenly aware that we were in a giant empty stadium. I tried my best to cover my breasts and pubic hair but one hand wasn't enough for my large melons. “What if somebody is watching us?”
Tristan looked up at the stands. “Let them watch. They're about to see a better show than any football game ever.”
His confidence put me at ease. I let my arms fall to my side. I was all naked for Tristan and willing to let him to whatever he wanted to me on the open field.
Chapter Four
Tristan took a step toward me, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. The look of hunger on his face turned me on more than anything else. I wanted him to ravage me. To really have his way with me.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Krista?”
My whole body turned a dark shade of red. “I need you, Tristan.”
He was within inches of me but he wouldn't touch me. I thought my skin was going to catch fire. His erection pulsed up and down.
“Get down on your knees,” he ordered me. I obeyed him immediately and put my knees in the grass.
Tristan put his big long cock right in front of my face. His hands ran through my brown hair and he tugged on the back of my head, snapping it back until I was looking up at him with my mouth wide open.
“Do you want this big cock in your mouth?” he asked, stroking himself slowly. He was so big that his hands could barely grip it. How was I supposed to do any better than that?
“Yes please, Tristan. Please fuck my face.”
“That's my slut.” He rested his tip right on my bottom lip. “Lick that pre-cum off me.”
I stuck my tongue out and tasted his salty goodness off his tip. A river of his cum running down my throat would taste even better.
Tristan squeezed the hair at the back of my head harder and shoved his entire length past my lips. He crammed further and further until he was deep down my throat. “Take me all in your mouth,” he said.
My lips finally reached the base of his cock. I had to breathe through my nose but his entire cock was in my mouth. I tried to open wider but my mouth was stretched around him as far it could go. Tristan pulled out and I took a deep breath, saliva and pre-cum drooling from the corners of my mouth.
“I'm going to go harder now,” he warned me. Tristan gripped both sides of my head and began to force feed his cock to me, thrusting in and out of my mouth at such speed that I could barely gather my thoughts.
All I knew was that I wanted all of his seed in my mouth.
But it wasn't meant to be.
“Put me between those enormous tits,” he said in a low voice.
I squeezed them together. “I bet you want to come all over these titties. You want to see me drenched in your cum.”
Tristan bit his bottom lip. I could tell that's exactly what he wanted to do but he wanted something more. “I'm going to come inside that sweet pussy of yours. Just you wait. But first, choke my cock in your chest.”
I could barely gather enough oxygen. He was going to come inside me. But not yet. We weren't even having sex yet. How long would I have to wait until I could feel him?
I let my spit fall down my cleavage and I rubbed it over just a little. I separated my breasts and Tristan placed his juicy cock in between. I smothered him with my tits, pushing them together as hard as I could.
“Fucking god,” Tristan groaned. “You're tits are so soft.”
I slid my tits up and down his shaft, his tip almost reaching my chin. Tristan's cock was so thick and luckily for him my boobs were even bigger. I moved faster and faster, forcing his cock through my cleavage.
Tristan suddenly pulled away from me with his eyes shut closed and he pinched the tip of his cock. Every muscle in his body was all tense. “Damn, that was really close. You make me want to come so bad.”
“Are you ready to fuck me now?” I asked, laying down on the grass. It was cold against my naked skin and I wondered if it would make me all itchy after this.
“Spread those legs for me.”
I showed him how wet I was for him and Tristan got on top of me. We kissed as his tip danced around my warm hole. He was so close and the teasing was destroying me. I tried to buck my hips and get him to accidentally pierce me but Tristan was a professional.
He stilled my body with a hand on my chest. “Be patient, Krista.”
I shook my head with desperation. “I'm so h
orny. I need your cock to make me come. I'm so close.”
Tristan whipped my fleshy clit with his cock. I cried out and could feel the pleasure peaking. I tried to reach down and touch myself but he swatted my hand away. “No touching,” he said.
My pulse was pounding in my ears. Tristan pressed the tip of his cock against my clitoris and started to rub me in circles.
“Right there!” I shut my eyes and focused on the pleasure. My breathing quickened and everything fell apart. I came hard, my body convulsing in the grass. Shocks of electricity shot through me.
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