Bush League: New Adult Sports Romance

by Pfeiffer Jayst

  "Stop, I have no interest in getting popular because of anyone else. You've just given me even more reason to stay far away from that lunkhead jock."

  For the first time ever, I feel like I've let Becca down. She shakes her head and tells me, "You're crazy not to see how lucky you are."

  "I've already forgotten his name," I tell her as we start to walk again. "Bob is it? No, Bill. I've already forgotten all about Bruce."

  Becca can't help but laugh as she continues to insist I'm throwing away something special.

  "If only he could hear you sing. He'd be following you around wherever you went!" she continues to plan out my future for me, just like everybody else.

  "The two very things my father has specifically forbidden me from doing...singing and his players. Great call, Becca."

  Becca's head goes back to moving side to side, unable to understand me. "I'd kill for the life you're giving up. You're such a talented singer and the most popular guy in school wants you but, as always, you're being Ms. Goodie Two-Shoes and avoiding both! How about we go get your head examined?"

  "Can't now, I'm going to go meet my father for lunch but I'll be sure to let him know what a good influence you are," I tell her.

  Becca gives me a playful shove and we part ways; me to go find my dad, her to figure out more of what I should be doing with my life.

  *****

  "Meet me in my office," was all my father said to me when I agreed to lunch. I innocently believed that I'd be able to find his office easily but damned if that was the case. Not only are there no clear signs but every person I ask just points me towards the gym. I find it hard to believe that my father has a desk in the middle of the basketball court but I give them all the benefit of the doubt and go to check it out.

  The school's resources are on display as the gym is much more extravagant than I had assumed it would be. There's not only the basketball court I had figured was there but weight rooms, a wrestling room, a cardio room. This makes the general population gym pale much in comparison, ours is so much more simple and stripped down. It occurs to me that I may be able to sweet talk my father into letting me workout here,as long as I promise my homework is done and that I'll stay far, far away from his players. The thought of exercising among the cute jocks somehow both entices and repulses me.

  "Coach Steele's office?" I ask a pair of guys passing a basketball back and forth. They look at me with predatory eyes, not putting together who I am and why they shouldn't be looking at me like the way they are. If they did, I certainly wouldn't be getting mentally undressed right there in the middle of the gym. Both say nothing and point to a big blue metal door in the corner of the gym, returning to their game without even waiting for a thank you. I give one none the less and move towards the door hoping that they had told me the truth.

  The door is quite heavy and upon pulling it open, I'm dismayed to not find my father sitting there waiting for me. Instead I'm in an empty locker room, benches and lockers lining the walls. While there's no immediate sign of the office I'm searching for, the room appears to be one of many, a hidden labyrinth I will have to explore. A blanket of humidity hangs in the air, likely from a nearby shower, and I know I need to hurry as to not cause an embarrassing situation for whoever is washing off. I head in the opposite direction of the sound of the showers but find myself soon at a wall; there's no other option than to pass the showers as fast as I can.

  Noticing the shockingly white tiles just up ahead and the sound of water hitting the ground getting louder, I realize the showers are wide open and I'm closer than I want to be. My feet pick up my pace with my eyes firmly on the ground, longing to get out of there. Just when I am about to land on the other side to safety, outside of the steam cloud, I hear a voice.

  "Hey!" a deep bellow echoes off the tiles, bouncing around the room. "Hey!" he repeats. I should run and get away but find my feet unable to move, fearing I had been caught somewhere I didn't want to be in the first place. When I turn to find out who is about to read me the riot act, I see Beau emerge from the fog.

  And he's completely naked.

  In an act of generosity, Beau is obscuring his special parts with his hands but I get a full view of the body of an athlete. His broad shoulders, his well defined chest, those sculpted abs...

  "You looking for me?" he asks and even though my hand is on my forehead to obscure my vision, I can tell he has a wide smile on his face.

  "No. No!" I insist, my eyes still trained on the ground but stealing occasional hidden glances to witness his fine form. A tingle of excitement runs up and down my entire body even though I badly want this awkward encounter to just end. "I'm just looking for my dad's office."

  "Look up here," he tells me and when I don't immediately obey, he repeats, "Look up here." Against my better judgment I drop my hand and slowly raise my eyes to find his, promising to myself to look there and there only.

  "Where's his office?" I sheepishly ask, naively assuming he'll just send me on my way. Another time, a different set of circumstances and I would've indulged what my body was screaming for me to do. This is just so forbidden, so wrong, so hot.

  "You want to touch me, don't you?" he asks and when I don't immediately respond, Beau reaches for my hand. I relinquish control and he guides my hesitant fingers to the well defined muscles that make up his abs. He watches me closely as he lets my fingers feel the contours of his toned body. We both hold our breath as he moves me lower with his hand, his massive cock now freed and pointing right at me. I don't pull away as Beau leads my fingers to find his manhood and against my better judgment, my digits firmly wrap around his thickness.

  "I can feel something between us," he tells me as I grip his thickness. "And I know you can too."

  A million taboo thoughts run through my mind upon contact, thoughts of more intimate interactions with the swollen cock in my hand. A deep desire to feel him push inside of me makes me wet with desire that I know is so, so wrong. But I can't bring myself to let go, unable to remove myself from him and ignore the lust that burns deep inside me.

  He knows for certain that I want him like he says I do. There's no use in pretending, at least not now, so I bring myself closer to feel his body heat against me. His cock throbs in my hand as his arms embrace me and even though I keep telling myself that we can't, I find myself unable to push away. I have a sudden change of heart when we hear some people enter the locker room from a door at a very far end. I look to Beau with a sincere need for help and he just places his hand on mine, the one holding his cock, locking me in place.

  "Let's go out," he says without blinking. I can't believe that that is what he's concerned about right now and when I tell him such, he doesn't seem bothered. "You and me, on a date, and I'll help you hide right now."

  "You would be in much more trouble than I would if we got caught...like this," I call his bluff. His cock only swells larger in my hand and he shrugs his shoulders, telling me I have to change positions. "Fine, we can go on a date," I finally give in as the commotion gets even closer.

  "Tonight," he says and after I put up a protest, he makes sure he's clear. "Tonight," he repeats as if I didn't hear him.

  "Distract my dad a little so he takes some heat off of me, or else I can't go," I negotiate with urgent panic dripping from my words. Beau simply nods.

  "Fine, fine, fine," I say and when I pull my hand back with force, he releases me and my arm flies back rapidly. Beau says nothing and just points to a door at the absolute last second. Without any care or concern about where it leads to, only that it gets me away from the incriminating company I had been keeping, I pull the door open and leap into the new room. I slam the door closed and press my back to it, trying to catch my breath as sweat mats some hair to my forehead and my pulse races. Looking right back at me is my father.

  "Good, you found me," he says flatly as I slowly die inside. I can barely hear over the sound of my thumping heart, can barely get words out as my brain is still full of thoughts of Beau.
"You alright, Sugar?" my dad asks and I have to assure him that I'm absolutely fine. When I sit in the chair in front of his desk, I have to pretend that my skin isn't still on fire, that I'm not still feeling Beau's touch on my body.

  "Ready for lunch?" I ask with legs crossed and a forced smile.

  "Yes and you can tell me all about how your classes are going," Dad tells me, "I want to hear all about what you've learned." Just when I'm about to tell him that everything is fine, he's distracted by his phone. He stares at it silently for a few minutes and continues to look down at it as he speaks to me. "Sorry, dear. My best pitcher Beau just texted me that he's having some shoulder problems. Any chance I can get a rain check for lunch?"

  The smile I'm forced to hide is for Beau giving me such a great gift. I pretend that I'm annoyed but am secretly relieved to have some free time this afternoon. If only there were a way to get a rain check for the date this evening as well.

  Dad personally escorts me from the locker room and I'm able to witness all the jocks in various stages of undress as they ogle me. Beau just holds court from the back and sends a wink my way that causes goosebumps to run all over my skin. Dad is sure to usher me out quick though, apologizing for his rowdy group.

  "What about dinner tonight?" he asks.

  "Sorry, I have plans tonight," I tell him, "Studying at the library." There's a great hope in me that he'll protest and demand I spend time with him for dinner but I'm amazed when he readily accepts the excuse. He has no idea that he can save me and keep me away from Beau but Dad just tells me that he has some work to do anyway. I'll have no choice but to go on this date with Beau Tillman.

  *****

  Chapter Five

  Beau

  *****

  The feeling of Quinn's hands on my body made me feel alive. For a second I regret ushering her to safety, kind of wishing instead that I had risked trouble just to feel her touching me for a bit longer. Even as the locker room fills with my teammates, all I can do is replay the moment in my head, over and over again. As the chatter in the room grows to a volume too loud to ignore, I try to figure out how I'm going to get through the day until I can finally take her out.

  Oh yeah, I also don't have her number.

  Navigating the locker room to get this info is a delicate exercise. Quinn's right, I'm a dead man if her father finds out that I'm trying to take her out. I love my teammates and all but they're not exactly known for keeping secrets. Even as loyal as everybody is, word would get out fast if anyone even got a hint of what I was up to.

  "Pssst," I say to Lance, one of the hotshot infielders. Good looking kid, great with the ladies; I see a lot of myself in him. "Got a question." I can tell he's intrigued and he leans close to hear what the captain of the team has for him. "You know Coach's daughter, right?" It's as if I had asked him for some drugs and guns with the way he looks at me. He shakes his head and swears up and down to me that he doesn't know her, has never talked to her and most certainly has never laid a hand on her. "This isn't a test," I assure him and get ready for my lie. "She's got a friend she's always with, some girl I saw her with. You know her?"

  Lance thinks for a minute and asks "Becca?"

  As long as it's a friend of Quinn's, I'll be able to get some info. I tell him yes and all Lance can tell me is that he thinks she works at the library. Good enough for me. I thank Lance and tell him that he's in no way, shape or form allowed to tell anyone about this conversation. He's not sure of what secret he's keeping but the good soldier assures me he'll keep his mouth shut. Just as I'm about to turn and head on my way, the underclassman breaks protocol and puts his hand on me. I look down and see his hand gripping my arm, keeping me in place.

  "You're going now?" he asks with clear annoyance in his eyes. I assure him that I'm not going to miss anything and the team will be fine without me for a little bit. "Dude, c'mon man. We got practice. The championship, man, we're so close. Can't you just do all this stuff once we're done?"

  "You guys will be fine. Trust me."

  Lance lets go and shakes his head, another person done with my shit. As quietly as I can, I excuse myself from the team and set off to go find out where the hell this library is.

  *****

  I've always known what a library was but am absolutely stunned upon stepping inside the school's library for the first time. Outside of athletics I had no idea what the school spent money on but now it was a little clearer. Rich mahogany, computers on every flat surface, rows and rows of books, it's a nerd's paradise in here. No book can tell me what I'm looking for though, that information is going to be much harder to get.

  I approach the desk in the center of the room and a gaggle of college girls both behind and around the desk are clearly stunned by my presence. Though I'm trying to talk to absolutely anyone else, a rather prudish looking old lady with odd-shaped black glasses steps to the front.

  "Can I help you?!" she asks and her voice makes me want to run and hide. Her hair looks tied so tight it's restricting blood flow to her joyless face. I try to appeal to any of the star-struck girls for help but they have clearly been outranked, leaving me no choice but to speak with this terrifying lady.

  "Hi, um," words are failing me. "I'm looking for Becca. Does Becca work here?"

  The lady's lips are pursed and the chain connecting to her glasses pull taut as she leans a little bit closer to me.

  "Young man," she says loud enough for the whole library to hear. "This is a place of study, not a place for you to come and harass women trying to learn. I highly suggest that unless you have school work to do, you be on your way or else I will call security."

  The eyes of everyone surrounding us burn holes in me as they watch with deep interest to see what I'm going to do next. This woman clearly has no idea who she is talking to or else she wouldn't dare speak to me this way. With everyone watching, there was no way I was going to walk away defeated so I lean in even closer, calling her bluff.

  "So, maybe if it were just me and you...alone. Maybe then you could let me know?" I ask her just above a whisper through my most charming smile. This woman doesn't know what to do, she's clearly never met someone so charismatic before. She's ready to break and I'll spend whatever time I need to in order to be able to eventually get a hold of Quinn. This woman is clear on blushing now, her wrinkled face red around the embarrassed smile that's forming on her face. She moves even closer to keep our conversation as private as possible.

  "I've dialed 9 and 1," she tells me calmly. "And you have one more second until I hit that last 1."

  There's no way she's serious. I know this, she knows it and our tense standoff heats up. I'm not backing down and apparently neither is this woman. Just when it comes time for at least one of us to make a move, a pretty brunette emerges.

  "Ms. Heideman," she calls out, "Ms. Heideman, it's ok. I'll just be a minute. It's fine, I promise."

  This Ms. Heideman relaxes and lets the girl through while never taking her eyes off of me. It's clear that I'm not welcome in the library and while that would normally be fine with me, I'm not ok with some lady putting those kinds of restrictions on me. As the perky brunette pulls on my arm to get me outside, I just can't let it go.

  "I'll be back soon, Ms. Heideman and I'll be sure to let the dean know how welcoming you were to the school's star athlete. I'm sure he'll love to hear all about it."

  "Beau!" the brunette says with authority as she's more forceful in pulling me outside. I give in and we burst through the doors and out onto the concrete steps outside.

  "Any chance you're Becca?" I ask and she shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

  "Yeah. I think you may have gotten me fired so thanks for that."

  Though she's trying to be angry, this Becca is failing to hide the smile creeping on her face; she's amused by me. The girl is cute, pretty even and I'm racking my brain trying to figure out how we know each other.

  "Let me guess, this is about Quinn?" she asks with her arms crossed and toe tapping the concre
te below. Her annoyed demeanor instantly reminds me of another pretty girl I know.

  "I just need to get in touch with her," I tell her and she lets out a scoff.

  "She's not gonna sleep with you, dude," Becca tells me.

  "Yeah, yeah. That's fine. I just need to speak with her. Can you tell me where to find her?"

  Becca's mouth twists and the arms across her chest hug tighter. She stares right at me as she works something out in her head.

  "You know I have to be a little protective of her, right?" she asks and when I assure her I understand, it's not enough. "And you know she's forbidden from even being near you or anyone else on her Dad's team?"

  I nod again, letting her know this is familiar territory.

  "Romeo and Juliet was just a story, man. I think you're out of your element. It'll never work," she feels the need to explain her thoughts to me. Just as I'm about to beg and tell her how Quinn makes me feel, how I can't stop thinking about her and how I'll go find her with or without help, an idea hits me.