by Abbey Foxx
“We can always play Dillhunt.”
Penny gives me her don’t be stupid look. Our backup quarterback Dillhunt is like forty five years old and looks like Sloth. I have a feeling they keep him locked up in the basement below the club but Penny vehemently denies it.
“Fuck Topher anyway.”
“I’m glad to see you two are working out your differences.”
“Real mature, huh?”
“I need someone to pass me the ball. He’s been moping around like a sick puppy-.”
“What do you think?”
Penny presents herself to me, poured into the red dress so perfectly it looks like it’s painted on.
“Wow. I mean holy shit wow.”
“Not too much?”
“Would it be wrong to rip it off you?”
“It wouldn’t be wrong to want to, but you’re going to have to wait.”
“Damn you look good.”
Penny smiles. I love naturally attractive girls that let their beauty shine through without the need for makeup or mascara or whatever other cosmetic enhancements. I went with a model a few years ago that had fake tits and they made a big thing of it in the paper that really jerked me off because they were describing exactly the opposite of what I look for in a woman.
I hate seeing girls cover themselves up with so much foundation and powder their skin can’t even breath. I like a hint of eyeliner if it has to be anything at all and would much rather just see a pretty face shine through on it’s own, naked and clear as it was always meant to be. Penny’s like that. I don’t know whether it’s because she was a bit of a tomboy growing up or whatever but her makeup bag has condoms and ticket stubs in. Make up is not part of her getting ready routine and I love her all the more for that.
“Time to get up.”
“I am up.”
“Not like that.”
“I can’t get dressed with a hard on, Penny, it won’t fit in.”
“Have a cold shower.”
“You sure I can’t tempt you?”
I lift the duvet so she can fill her eyes with it.
“That is awfully tempting.”
“It’ll take two seconds for you to slip out of that.”
“I know it will, but that’s not the point.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Penny?”
“Uhuh. Today I’m going to make you work for it.”
“You make me work for it every day.”
“That’s just as it it should be. The cornerstone of every good relationship is-.”
“Sex and bad jokes.”
“Now you’re finishing my sentences for me.”
“Since when are we in a relationship?”
“Since the day you couldn’t resist anymore.”
“Hey, you came to me.”
“I felt sorry for you, alone in a strange world.”
“You’re right about that. There are weird people around here.”
Penny’s waiting for me to get up and all I want to do is pull her back to the bed and lose myself in her until game day rolls around again.
“Alright.”
“That’s more like it.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“You know it will be.”
“I like it when you’re so horny you can’t do anything but get my dick inside you. I like that about you. You’re straight to the point, like a vampire feeding.”
Penny has her mouth open now in mock appall. “I cannot believe you just compared me to a blood sucker.”
I kiss her and it feels so good that I instantly want more. Penny pushes me away.
“I’ll shower then.”
“Ice cold. That dick doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere fast.”
“Horny vampire, Penny. There is a difference.”
“I go around sucking people’s dicks not their blood, is that what you’re saying?”
“Just one dick I hope.”
“You’re lucky I enjoy it so much. Some girls hate sucking dick.”
“You’d complain if I rationed you, and for the blow jobs thing, you know, I reckon mouths are just wasted on some girls. Not just for the sucking dick part either. Although some girls know how to talk, they clearly don’t know how to form the right words.”
“I don’t know how I went for so long without it.”
“I know, right? I mean, what the fuck were you doing with your vagina before I came along to fill it for you?”
“Wasting it.”
“Exactly. Wasting it.”
“Thank God you’re here to save me.”
Penny hands me a towel, her eyes wide at my dick again.
“What the fuck, Jasper?”
“It’ll go down, sometimes it just takes a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“I don’t know, a bit. It’s normal.”
“That’s not normal.”
“It’s a dick. They swell up in the morning. It’ll soften when I take a piss.”
“Then take a piss. You need to get dressed so we can go.”
“I love how intimate we are with each other.”
“I said take a piss, I didn’t say I’d watch you do it.”
Penny and I have lunch planned. A romantic meal for two in a swanky restaurant out of town and then a weekend of dirty sex in a house somewhere she’s rented where we can get all of this out of our system and fuck each other like the horny dogs we are. I can’t think of anything better. The whole team have the weekend off and I got invites to all kinds of exclusive parties, but would much rather do what Penny’s got planned for us. The rest of the team think I’ve turned into some kind of nerd that doesn’t drink alcohol and spends all of his time at home working on football strategy, which is super weird, considering I’m here because of a one year ban, and I have the reputation as a hell raiser at home.
I haven’t socialized much with the team because I’m just having far too much fun with Penny, but when our secret’s out, which I’m sure it will be before too long, I’m going to change all of that. I want all of us to be able to go out together as a group and everyone be alright with it. It’s likely they will, everyone except Topher that is.
I piss and true to form, my dick begins to soften. I head back into the room, dig around in my bag and hold up two near identical pairs of sweatpants, different only in color.
“Grey or black?”
“Dead meat grey or tarmac black?”
“I’m thinking the grey.”
“To match your pallidness.”
“Exactly.”
“This isn’t the kind of restaurant where they have plastic benches screwed into the floor.”
“No?”
“No, they even give us a waiter here.”
“You are broadening my horizons, Penny. Blowing my mind.”
“Not just a pretty face.”
“Or a big dick.”
“It’s gone down.”
“It’ll go back up if you keep looking at it.”
“Fucking hell, Jasper, you’re like a toy.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I better get dressed if we’re going to go anywhere.”
“I’m going to pack my bag.”
“Keep your eyes off my dick, Penny. I know you’re side glancing it.”
“Side glancing isn’t even a thing.”
“It’s a thing, of course it’s a thing. Don’t be embarrassed that you can’t help it. That glance that you’re doing, that’s a side glance.”
“I’m not even moving my eyeballs.”
“There.”
Penny straightens up to face me. She’s trying to be serious but she can’t. I have my leg in one of the holes of my boxer shorts, but apart from that I’m naked and swinging in the wind.
“Just get dressed, Jasper. I’m getting hungry.”
“Alright, but it’s not my fault if you can’t stop looking at my dick.”
I put the suit on that I’ve bought especially,
my back turned away from her while I do it, so she can’t see the finished thing until I’m turned around. I rarely get dressed up like this, but once in awhile it’s a hell of a lot of fun.
“Penny?”
Penny pulls herself away from packing to look over at me.
“Oh my.”
Result. Even ugly men look good in suits. Me? I look like a fucking God.
“Oh my?”
“Uhuh.”
“That it?”
“For now.”
We both look a million dollars, and nothing like we work in football. You might guess it from my build, but other than that, we look like billionaire business people.
“You might be a little overdressed for KFC.”
“I wanted to impress you.”
“I’m impressed by you if you wear a T-shirt and torn jeans.”
“That’s good to know, because this is not my usual look.”
“You do look good.”
“Likewise.”
“Fuck, Jasper, it’s going to be fun playing with your dick through all that expensive wool.”
“Tailor made.”
“I’m getting horny.”
“Now you’re getting horny?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“What about lunch?”
“I suppose we could delay things for a while.”
I can’t help but laugh. I should take the opportunity while it presents itself but it’s almost as fun taking control and resisting. I shake my head boldly.
“You’ve got to earn it.”
Penny pulls her sulky face. “I’ll suck your dick.”
I shake my head again.
“I’m offering to deep throat you and you’re refusing? Are you feeling alright?”
“Lunch first.”
“Jasper.”
“I’m hungry.”
“You’re lying.”
I am lying. The truth is, I would love nothing more than to fold Penny over the bed and fuck her, but now I know she wants it, it makes it even more important to resist her. I’ll fuck her hard later and she’ll appreciate me for it, and for a lot longer too. This is the long game, the killer pass that cuts out the rest of the field right into the outstretched hand of the wide receiver.
“I am hungry.”
“Not about that.”
“We’re going to be late.”
“You’ll pay for that.”
“I might enjoy it when I do.”
“Kiss me then.”
“Will you stop complaining if I do?”
I don’t get a chance to hear an answer because Penny grabs me by the tie and pulls me towards her.
“I think I’m beginning to like you.”
“I’d say so.”
“Don’t get too cocky.”
“Me, cocky? Impossible.”
Bags packed, suited and booted up, dressed to the nines and arm in arm, Penny and I step out and into the sunshine, horny and desperate to fuck each other, the weekend waiting and the world just behind it. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.
Fuck this girl makes me feel unstoppable.
Twelve.
Penny
I can’t get the smile off my face. Jasper, winning again, the possibility of more of both of those things to come. I feel proud of taking control of the fate of this football club, but even prouder of myself for finally having the courage to turn around to Topher and say, you know what? This time enough really is enough.
I know I told myself I’d take it slow with Jasper, that whatever I did, I’d do it carefully, well, turns out that’s not the easiest thing in the world to do. Not when the guy you are trying to resist getting too involved with is Jasper Stone. Neither one of us have talked about it yet, but it’s clear we both know that it’s hanging in the air like bad news waiting to be heard. I can’t say it’s going to be easy either. We’ve kind of fallen for each other, hard. Exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t do. Yeah, I guess I really can’t resist football players after all.
Each training session, each day that passes, each time we fall into bed together and fuck, each and every shit joke and shared glance and panty melting moment that makes time stand still just for long enough takes us closer to each other and closer still to a world in which we’re going to find real life impossible to allow back in. His other life before me, and my life after him if it has to be, but I guess that’s something for us to think about later, not now, not when we’ve just started and everything for me, for the first time in my life, is absolutely perfect.
And I don’t say that lightly either. I’m not prone to exaggeration, and I’m not one of these girls who thinks everything is either the best thing in the world or the worst, but I can honestly say that when I’m with Jasper, nothing else matters. I feel happy, I feel loved, I feel like I’m in love, which is more than I ever felt with Topher, even though I’m not sure I should be admitting it with Jasper, and that’s as much as I feel like I need.
That and the sex, obviously, which is absolutely incredible. I mean, out of this world incredible. Jasper is hard instantaneously, always turned on, always available and generous but not overwhelming with his affection, and knowing that I drive him crazy is the biggest turn on of all for me.
Needless to say, we can’t keep our hands off each other, which is becoming increasingly more difficult in a work environment. I have much less contact with the team than Dad and the rest of the coaching staff, and I’ve purposely removed myself from that environment much more over the last few weeks, principally because I want as little interaction with Topher as possible, but sometimes it’s impossible for Jasper and I to avoid each other, and sometimes we don’t even try.
I look up to the tap-tap-tap on the window of my office and Jasper standing there behind it grinning at me like the cat that got the cream. We definitely can’t avoid each other if Jasper waits until training has finished, until everyone else has gone home and then comes to find me with his fuck me eyes. I check the coast is clear and signal him in, my heart already lilting.
“They’re talking about us you know.”
I can’t say I’m entirely surprised by his appearance. I can’t say with absolute honesty that my decision to stay behind a little bit later tonight wasn’t motivated by the possibility he may try and find me after everyone had already definitely gone home either. I can’t say I haven’t spent the whole afternoon thinking about him, the memory of this morning still fresh enough to last me well into the rest of the night if he didn’t decide to come.
“Oh?”
“Your dad seems to have passed the denial phase. He’s making jokes.”
“That’s progress.”
“It is for him.”
He’s lying, but it’s cute of him to do so. My dad still isn’t talking to me so I know for a fact he won’t be talking to Jasper.
“And Topher?”
“Topher’s still very much in it. He doesn’t seem to like the jokes as much as the rest of the team either.”
“He’s stopped calling me.”
“Well that’s something at least. He’s still not passing the ball to me.”
“He better start again soon if he’s serious about a transfer.”
“He will. I’ve told him I’m going to steal his position as well if he doesn’t.”
I round the table to sit on the other side of it, closer to Jasper, my feet up on his thighs.
“You know you can’t steal something from someone if it doesn’t belong to them in the first place, right?”
“Yeah, that’s a good point, Topher’s a decent quarterback, but he’s never really made that position his own.”
“Asshole.”
“You know you love it when I claim you.”
“Is that what this is? A neanderthal act of ownership?”
“Man make fire, man throw ball, man fuck woman. Woman belong to man.”
I laugh the idiocy away. “If I belong to you, that means I’m for keeps, you know that right?”
“Until someone bigger and stronger than me comes along and steals you away from me.”
“Bigger and stronger than you?”
Jasper pretends to think about it for a moment.
“I know, you’re right, it’s not going to happen is it?”
“You never know, I didn’t think someone like you would come along when you did, so I suppose it’s possible.”
“There’s no-one else like me though.”
He caresses the skin at the side of my feet moving his hands deftly to the muscles at the back of my legs and it feels incredible.
“Maybe.”
“I wouldn’t let anyone take you away even if there were.”
“You might not have a choice.”
“Then I’d hope it was clear you didn’t want to go.”
“Keep doing that and I won’t want to go anywhere.”
“Would you if I stopped?”
Jasper pauses for a second and it makes me look at him. My legs are tingly and I want him to keep going for all the world.
“If you stopped for too long I might.”
“How long is too long?”
“Long enough for me to forget about you.”
Not even two months old and it would take me a million years to forget every single inch of that man’s skin, a million more to forget the way he makes me feel.
“Then I guess I better not stop.”
“I don’t think you could, even if you wanted to.”
Jasper slides his hand further up my leg to the bend in my knee.
“Are you saying you’re impossible to resist?”
I let him ease my legs apart, my skirt riding up my thigh to expose my panties.
“I think that’s why you stole me in the first place.”
His hand creeps from my knee across my inner thigh, hungry fingers dancing across tender skin.
“Stealing is for keeps remember?”
His other hand joins the first while I lean back across my desk, accidentally pushing a folder to the floor.
“And keeps is forever.”
“You are impossible to resist, you know that? I give in.”
“I told you.”
His hands are on the outside of my thighs now, lifting my skirt over my hips.
“It must be the skirt, it’s driving me wild.”
“That and my charming personality, of course.”
“And your tits. The way the nipples turn up at the end like little coat hooks.”