Bush League: New Adult Sports Romance

by Pfeiffer Jayst

  "Beau, I'm sorry," I tell him as we start to walk.

  "I guess I just don't understand why you keep holding yourself back from everything you clearly want," he says and his words sting my body all over. We walk in silence on the long walk back to the truck and I'm sad I brought the mood down so far. It's not his fault, he had actually tried to do something really, really kind. In an effort to break the tension, I give him a playful shove as we walk, one he doesn't take lying down. Beau shoves me back to which I reciprocate. It isn't long before smiles return to our faces.

  When we arrive back at his truck, Beau opens the door for me and lets me use his shoulders again to lean on for support. He closes the door and races to the driver side in a cartoon-ish manner to make me laugh. He swings himself into the truck's cab with ease and plops down in his seat. He turns the engine over before facing me with his disarming, charming smile.

  "I guess I can't just bring you to your house, huh?" he asks and a loud laugh escapes my lips.

  "Not unless you want my dad to kill you!"

  "So...my place then?"

  There are so many emotions running through me. I did have a legitimately good time out with Beau and know deep down that this is the last time we can be together. Against my better judgment, my voice speaks the word I know I should definitely not be saying.

  "Sure".

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  Chapter Seven

  BEAU

  *****

  My cock presses hard against my jeans even since Quinn agreed to come back to my place. I keep as quiet as possible in an effort to not screw things up, knowing I need to play this perfectly. Not far into our long, silent drive back before I can practically hear her mind changing.

  "Actually," her voice squeaks in a break of the silence, "why don't you just drop me back off near the diner? I can take a shuttle home."

  Her tone tells me that there is little room for negotiation, her mind has fallen over to the other side. Looking over at her as she brushes the hair out of her face though, the way her shirt clings to her chest and shows off the two, sizable melons underneath, I can't give up so easily.

  "You sure? My place isn't that far..."

  "I'm sure, Beau. By the diner."

  Moonlight streams through the window and illuminates her beauty, breaking my heart to have to leave her so soon. I pull up to the diner and convince her to wait in my truck for the shuttle to arrive, there's no way I'm going to let her just sit out in the dark alone. While Coach may kill me for taking his daughter out, he would absolutely murder me if I let something happen to her. She agrees and we're left to wait in my truck together, trying to find something to pass the time. Luckily, she seems to have the same idea as I do.

  My heart starts to race and my cock start to throb when I see Quinn undo her seat belt the second I turn off the engine. She leans over across the bench seat and moves closer to me. Quinn smells perfect and makes my hair stands on edge. The heat between the two of us fills the cab and, in a very uncharacteristic move, I tremble with anticipation. The calm, cool Beau Tillman has been replaced by an inexperienced teenager.

  Quinn says nothing as I boldly place my hands on her body, gently coaxing her in closer as I feel all around her back and sides. She places her own hands on me and explores as well, the tension in the truck building to a point where the windows start to fog. Quinn bites her bottom lip and looks up at me, on the verge of accepting what we both want so bad. When my head tilts, so does hers and we start to move our mouths closer together like two puzzles pieces that will fit perfectly.

  Our lips finally touch and I feel an excited explosion in my heart once her tongue touches mine. My hands find her chest and I feel the vibrations from a moan inside of her as I cup her breast from over her shirt. Quinn's leg swings over my body, her lightly covered thighs and everything between them pushing up against my raging manhood. Quinn rocks back and forth on my bulge, purring as I kiss her bare neck and grasp as much of her body as I can.

  "We shouldn't be doing this," she says through pants and moans before returning her lips to mine.

  "I've never wanted someone so bad," I tell her.

  "I want you," she says and presses her barely covered pussy down harder onto my cock. When she kisses my neck and collarbone before moving herself lower, I really like where this is headed. Quinn lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach as her hands flirt with the waistband of my jeans. She pulls a small bit back and kisses my sensitive skin underneath before I feel her entire body pull away. One second I'm staring at the top of her head and the next I'm seeing her at the other end of the truck.

  "Shuttle's here!" she announces with a glee that confuses me. My cock hasn't gotten the message and is just as confused as I am as it continues to press hard against my jeans, pointing towards the only girl I want. The look on my face must be very clear.

  "I knew that was all you wanted! I told you I wasn't gonna fuck you," she says. "I'm not that type of girl."

  She leaves my truck's door open as I watch her stunning body sashay over to the waiting shuttle. I'm desperate but Beau Tillman doesn't beg. Quinn gets on the shuttle and sits by the window, watching me with a ridiculous smirk on her face until the bus finally pulls away.

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  Coach demands more of his pitchers and that's why I'm up jogging so early, just a few hours after his daughter gave me the biggest set of blue balls I had ever had. I'm laughing about it though, shaking my head in disbelief that a girl had actually pulled one over on me. I admit it, she got me, I was convinced we were about to get down before she up and pulled away.

  I round the hill just outside of campus and I can feel someone coming up behind me. Keeping my concentration on my own jog, I don't even turn around to find out who it is until I feel a heavy slap on my ass. Now I'm certain it's Enzo.

  "Pick up the pace, meat," a female's voice taunts me. It takes a second to realize that the shapely figure that blazes past me is Quinn. From behind I can see just how toned her body is, her workout clothes leave little to the imagination. I have to remind myself to not fall for her tricks again though I know I'll end up walking right into another trap. It would be better to just let her escape and get away but I reluctantly find myself pushing my body to catch up.

  I manage to see Quinn far off ahead turning back towards campus, towards the fields. Sweat pours down my forehead in buckets as I try to catch up, managing to only barely keep her in my sight. She thinks she's crafty by dipping into the likely empty student conditioning center and I rush up to surprise her. Heart pounding and drenched in sweat, I pull the door open quickly to find her resting on a stack of mats, a smug look on her face.

  "You're never gonna give up chasing me, huh?" she asks before taking a swig from her water bottle. Her cropped top shows off an impressively toned stomach and hugs her chest to keep me interested. She's in a pair of bright shorts that show off the tanned, smooth thighs that I spent all night dreaming of. Going for broke I approach her, putting my body between her open legs in an attempt to pick up where we left off.

  "You didn't get rejected hard enough last night?" she asks as I move in even closer until our bodies are only an inch apart. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body and we both take deep breaths while looking into each other's eyes.

  "I don't think you understand," I tell her as the very tip of my hard cock presses against my shorts and makes contact with the soft spot between her legs. "I'm not the one that gets rejected." My hands land at her sides on the mat to brace my body. Our breathing has synced up and our chests are heaving up and down at the same time.

  "Do it then," Quinn teases. "Reject me." Her hands start to feel along my chest, moving underneath my t-shirt to feel my sweaty muscles as she grinds her lower half harder into mine. I want to kiss her, to take her in my arms and give her what we both so desperately want but I'm also ready to call her bluff, to leave her with the heavy feeling of frustration like I felt last night.

  Quinn let's out a surprised gasp when my
hands find her soft hips and guide her closer into me. Those big, brown eyes watch me anxiously, waiting for me to give her what we both want. I feel her move her lover half to grind all over my cock, begging me to take her right there.

  "We really can't keep doing this," I tell her. Quinn drapes an arm around the back of my neck and presses her forehead to mine. Our mouths are so close, each set of lips begging to merge with the other.

  "You're right. There's too much in the way. It wasn't meant to be," she says. My arms are behind her and practically lifting her up as I pull her closer. I wonder if she's wet and ready, done with the tease.

  "So you can just walk away, just like that?" I ask as my hand paws at her chest.

  "Yeah, I'll have no problem."

  It's time to show her my strength. Very gently I pull her arm off of my body, pull my pelvis out from between her legs and put some distance between us. "Bye," I say as I back out of the building, never turning my back on her and watching as she sits there out of breath with her legs wide open. Outside of the building I pick up my jog again, trying my best to get far away before I do something I'll regret. Only a few paces away I realize that I'm running at full attention; my cock is pointing straight forward, confused yet again.

  "There he is," I hear and this time it is actually Enzo along with a few of the other guys from the team who are out for a jog as well. While nobody says anything about the very obvious boner I'm sporting, I do my best to will it to go away.

  "We were just talking about you," Enzo fills me in. "Wondering when you're gonna make your decision about coming back in the fall." Some of the other guys chime in with a few 'yeah's' and keep pace with me to pressure out a statement.

  "I don't know yet," I inform them and hear a number of grunts come back at me. "You guys will be the first to know, promise." This isn't good enough and I hear more grunts.

  "Well, we need you to make a decision before the championship starts, the rest of the team is committed, you have to be too," Enzo tells me. "Don't jerk us around."

  If anybody knows anything about being jerked around, it's me. I try to make them feel better but it's clear the pack isn't satisfied.

  "Don't forget," Enzo says with a serious look on his face I didn't recognize. "Your decision affects all of us a great deal. We'd appreciate it if you could figure that shit out asap. It's time to finally commit to something, buddy."

  The group of my teammates quickly pick up their pace and leave me alone to figure my shit out.

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  Chapter Eight

  Quinn

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  Finishing my jog with a cloudy head, I swing by the library to pick up some things I left with Becca at her work study. When I arrive she's beaming with a happiness that surprises me.

  "Soooo, you excited?" she asks and I have no idea what she's talking about. Having just put Beau behind me, there is literally nothing exciting going on in my life. "Didn't you see the press release?" Becca waves me over and shows me her computer and the email all of the students got this morning. Honestly she has to be the only one who reads these things.

  "Coach Steele to be Honored by Board at Reception" the headline reads and I still don't see anything special until I read the part about the school celebrating "Coach Steele and Family". Since Mom died, I was his only family and he hadn't mentioned this at all.

  "It won't be a big, long thing," Dad assures me as I call him from just outside the library. "And it wouldn't be such a bad thing for you to show the school board some thanks for your free education."

  The anger I feel is hard to contain but I keep it together as to not make a scene. "You couldn't have told me about this before? I mean, this is tonight, I don't have anything to wear."

  "We've both been so busy I guess it slipped my mind. I apologize."

  This is very typical of my father, absent minded without any concern for those who he is putting out. Just as I'm about to hang up in defeat, he adds another twist of the knife.

  "I'm sorry I've been so protective of you," he tells me. "Tonight you can meet the whole team."

  We hang up with me agreeing to be there as I try to wrap my head around the fact that, after having just dismissing Beau, I was now going to have to spend the evening with him.

  "So exciting!" Becca continues when I return from my call. My lack of enthusiasm doesn't damper hers so that gives me an idea.

  "You're coming with me," I inform her, completely making her day.

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  To show appreciation, Becca agrees to drive us to the banquet hall for the dinner. Since my house is empty of the father I rarely see, we have the whole place to get ready.

  "I think that guy Beau likes you," Becca informs me as we both inspect our chosen clothes for any signs of wrinkles. My eyes roll in her direction and she picks up on my annoyance. "I don't know, it's just the way he was looking at you the day I saw you on campus..."

  "Yeah well you should bring your theory up to my father tonight. He'd love to hear it..."

  Becca keeps beating the dead horse. "Oh c'mon, you're telling me that if you weren't specifically forbidden from seeing him, you wouldn't jump all over him?"

  Becca and I are silent for a minute pondering just how hot that sounds.

  "No way," I break the silence. "You told me yourself what a man-whore he is." We laugh and I hope the issue is put to bed.

  "But what a damn fine man-whore he is," she giggles.

  Becca strips right in front of me to pull her standard black cocktail dress over her body and I use her distraction in order to get mine on without her judging me. It's a little short but tasteful. It's also a little tighter than hers, something she notices after pulling her dress into place.

  "Whoa Quinn. Whoa. That'll certainly make a statement."

  Becca appears at my side and pulls the hem down a little, shifting the dress while examining me from all angles to check out if anything is out of place.

  "Yeah, you definitely can't wear panties with this," she informs me. Before I can even respond, Becca's hands fly up the tiny bit of fabric covering my ass and she actually pulls my panties down for me. I step out of them with a raised eyebrow, Becca throws them on my bed without even acknowledging that our friendship has just been elevated to the next level. I give her the same line though it's not exactly true, I just didn't want to be the only one without underwear on. Without hesitation Becca pulls hers off and the two of us prepare to head to my father's special banquet with a dirty, little secret.

  Probably due to the confidence from going 'commando', Becca and I enter my father's banquet with heads held high, as if this were a party just for us. That illusion is dashed as soon as we get inside and not one person turns our way. The players know better than to mingle with us, heeding dad's warnings, and the college board members couldn't care less. Father is too busy to even say hello, as is his way. When I turn to Becca to apologize for the less than warm reception, I find that she's already found the alcohol. She's returning to me with two fists filled with flutes of champagne and I can't think of a good reason not to join her. While I casually sip, Becca finishes hers in one gulp as she looks around the room with wide eyes.

  "So many cute boys," she says as though she's somehow surprised by the fact. My disapproving look is not lost on her. I can't blame her, the boys are all dressed nice with blazers and ties, looking like the upstanding citizens I know for sure that they are not. "What?" she asks, "There's no rule about me and these guys getting together. Something about an athlete's body just makes my panties fall off."

  "If you were wearing any..." I remind her and Becca agrees with a laugh. As she scans the room to find her next victim, I try to silently figure out the earliest point in which we can leave. While I'm sad to waste how damned good I look, there's nothing but trouble for me in this room. I figure I can take off once my father gives his speech, the one I already know where he'll forget to even mention me.

  Becca scans the room and is excited by each boy she spies whil
e I have my eyes trained on only one. No matter where I look, I somehow always manage to focus on Beau. He's the center of attention, numerous adults drape their arms around him and speak loudly to those gathered around. Everyone wants a piece of him and I'd be lying to say I didn't also. He's too busy and popular to even notice I'm there and though it burns me to think it, I wish he'd come talk to me.

  My father is supposed to be the man of the hour so he's being pulled in all directions but I see him physically drag Beau with him from conversation to conversation. For as long as he has him, Beau is my father's pride and joy. Though I feel a little sympathy for Beau for the way my father is smothering him, I'm not willing to fall on the sword for him. He's a big boy and can take care of himself.