“It was either that or drop trou in the trash can,” I admitted.
“Oh! Gross!” laughed Lexi.
“Sorry for the unpleasant dinner conversation my teammates started,” I said. “And I really hope this conversation is off the record.”
“We’ll see about that,” Lexi said, with a wink. God, she was so damn cute. I found myself drawn to her in a way that I couldn’t even describe. “But don’t worry about the dinner convo. As a reporter gracing locker rooms across the country, I’ve heard worse.”
“Oh, man,” Kyle said. “We thought we were special!”
I made eye contact with Carey. Now it was my turn to return the favor.
“So, I have a great story about Carey in Miami,” I said, smiling.
Carey looked at me. He did not like what was coming.
“Carey’s rookie year was a bit tough and he liked to over compensate by buying cars. Each one he bought was more expensive than the other. We didn’t know how he was doing it! He was only a rookie!” laughed Jackson.
“He had this vintage Astin Martin at a club and I had it towed! He freaked out in the parking lot.” I laughed. “Turns out, he had been renting the cars the entire time.”
“Yo, that wasn’t funny, Jackson. I had to rent that thing another week and we were on the road and I couldn’t drive it,” said Carey, sounding a little annoyed.
Lexi laughed. It was an effortless laugh that lit up the room. God damn this girl had me reeling.
“Oh, boy. What about you, Kyle?” asked Lexi. “You have any stories from the road you’d like to share?”
“Well, I did hear one about Carey,” Kyle admitted.
Carey threw up his napkin in surrender.
“A’ight, I see how it is,” he muttered.
“It’s not that bad,” assured Kyle. “We were in L.A. for a game and Carey says to me that he’s dying for a cheese steak. And I’m like, bro, they don’t have cheese steaks in L.A. This is a burger town, right?”
“I found a place though, didn’t I?” added Carey.
“Oh, you found it,” admitted Kyle. “Place called Philly Cali in Santa Monica. We roll up in there and it’s like a little piece of Philly. It’s got a Mike Schmidt poster and a picture of the Liberty Bell, but it is tiny. And the guy that runs it, God bless him, is making these tiny cheese steaks.”
“And they’re the absolute worst,” laughed Carey despite himself.
“No!” laughed Lexi.
“Swear to God. My man would be out of business in a day here,” assured Carey. “That’s how bad.”
“I didn’t think they were that bad,” added Kyle, to howls of laughter. “But I was so hungry, I didn’t care.”
“He ate six of them,” added Carey. “Tell ‘em what you said when you were leaving.”
“I said see you tomorrow, because I missed cheese steaks so much,” admitted Kyle. “They weren’t that bad.”
By this time, we were all laughing so hard, our sides were hurting. Man, I couldn’t remember when I laughed so much. I guess Lexi just brought out the best in me and my teammates. It was strange. Great, but strange.
“Now, let’s tell you about the time Carey fought over a girl,” Kyle said.
“Let’s not,” Carey said, sending Kyle a glare.
“I think you guys have given me enough stories for one day,” Lexi said, sensing the tension and trying to diffuse it. “And I appreciate that. It’s been a blast.”
Obviously, Carey didn’t want Lexi thinking anything bad about him. Was he falling for this girl?
Damn, was I falling for this girl?
Chapter 4 – Lexi
These guys were just really personable for being such big star athletes. And when I say big, I mean, the bulges on all three of them were impressive. I had never had this much face time with such affable, attractive men. God, how do the other female sports casters do it? I was a little hot and bothered just talking to them.
Taking care of my dad all these years had really left me rusty picking up cues. I got the feeling all three of them wanted to date me. I guessed that was possible. They were obviously attractive, but I couldn’t tell if it was the chemistry between us or if the guys just naturally hit on every hot girl in their path. I mean, men get urges, but men like this must get urges times ten.
I swear, the second half of the meal I was getting signals. First it was Carey. He made eye contact with me and winked. Then he kind of slurped up his uni with his tongue. I couldn’t decide if he was being a little crass and suggestive or if that’s just how he had to eat the damned thing. But he was definitely eyeing me up, I could sense that.
Jackson, the handsome farm boy, was far too formal for that. It would’ve been easy to mistake his friendliness for something more. He gave me more of a sly look. Something that said, “Yeah, you impress me” or “Wow, that’s great.” Was he? Or what I imagining it? At the time I couldn’t tell, but I definitely got a strong vibe from him.
Then there was Kyle, the quiet one. It was almost as if he acted like we were already together. I mean, that was kinda the drift of the body language. Then again, I didn’t trust myself to read it right, so perhaps it was all in my head. I wasn’t used to having so many hot alpha guys paying me so much attention and seemingly falling all over themselves for me.
“Could it be?” I thought to myself. “Are the three hottest and best athletes on the Sea-Eagles football team fighting over me?”
If it was true, I couldn’t wait to tell Dad. He’d probably be more excited about than I was. Of course, I would tone down the raw, animalistic sexuality and focus on the friendly banter, crazy stories and the fact that these guys seemed to genuinely like hanging out with me.
“What about you, Lexi?” asked Jackson. “Put down the pen a minute and tell us about you.”
Jackson had an effortless charm about him. Just the sound of his voice made me feel safe and warm.
“Yeah, Lexi,” added Carey. “Tell us a story about you.”
“There’s really not much to tell,” I admitted. “My dad got hurt after I graduated high school, so I spent the last year taking care of him while putting myself through college.”
“What does your dad do? Or what did he do?” asked Jackson.
“He was in construction,” I said. “My mom passed when I was young, so he raised me by himself.”
“It’s tough being a single parent,” Kyle added. “It’s what drove my mom to the bottle. She couldn’t handle all the kids.”
“You mean she couldn’t handle you,” joked Carey. Kyle rolled his eyes.
“After college, I got this job at Sports Ring. I had an internship there. About a month ago they hired me and it’s a dream come true.”
“Wait, this is your first assignment?” asked Kyle.
“Actually, no,” I admitted. “My first assignment was to do a sign off from the field, which I already did. This was kind of like a side project on my own, but Sports Ring is going to flip when I show them the interviews. I mean, you guys are great. Oh, and, I did reporting assignments in college but they were for college teams, all over the U.S. So, this is my first big league experience.”
“We’re honored to be your first,” Kyle joked.
“Oh, your dad,” remembered Jackson. “I’ve got a ball we can sign in my car; I’ll be right back.”
“I’m going to hit the restroom again,” I announced.
“Yeah, me too,” Carey announced. “I’ll walk ya.”
On the way downstairs, Carey put the charm into overdrive.
“You know, I’m having a great time talking to you, Lexi,” said Carey. “Maybe you and I can get together and do a one on one interview. Can I get your number? Nothing creepy, like Ringo, I swear. No pressure.”
“Sure, here,” I said, tapping his cell phone with mine. “That sounds nice.”
A quick pee and a check of my make up and I was ready to go back. I was pretty excited to get Carey’s number. I mean, even if we didn’t end up da
ting, to have that kind of access at my job? It’s a big win. Half way back to the table, Kyle intercepted me.
“Hey, Lexi?” asked the shy Kyle. “I was thinking, maybe I can get your number and give you a call some time. You know, I don’t tell a lot of personal stories to people and you really brought the best me out of me, ya know?”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” I said. “Sure, give me a call.”
We tapped phones and he smiled. I had made his day, but then I was thinking to myself, “What the hell are you doing? You can’t date both of them? Can you?” Kyle went on to the restroom and when I got back to the table, Jackson was back with the ball and a Sharpie.
“Hey, Lexi,” he said. “I didn’t want to say this in front of the other guys, but I really think you and I could have something special going on. Can I get your number?”
“Sure!” I heard myself saying. I kind of liked how he just put it out there without hedging. I couldn’t say no to him.
Inwardly, I was thinking, “OMG! What the hell, Lexi? Are you going to date all three of them? Carey already fought over a girl once. You want to get the whole team fighting over you?!”
I couldn’t help myself. They were all charming in their own way and sexy as hell. How could I turn down a date from either one of them? Was I crazy? Was I reading their signals wrong?
When Carey and Kyle got back to the table, they were smiling, and Jackson was too. I guess they all figured they had gotten me over the others. Was I doing something wrong? I sure as hell didn’t know the proper etiquette in a situation where I was being pursued by three friends at once, since it had never happened to me before.
And, although I thought the rest of the dinner would be awkward, it really wasn’t it. The four of us lapsed back into conversation like old friends. The boys walked me back to my car and I gave them each a hug. I hope I wasn’t leading two of them on. No, I wasn’t. Right? And if I was, which ones would that be? I honestly couldn’t decide which one I liked best. How confusing, yet also exciting at the same time.
“Thanks guys, for the interview and everything,” I gushed.
“It was a great time,” said Jackson confidently. “See you at the next game.”
“Have a good night, Lexi,” said Carey, who then motioned that he would call me.
“Great night,” said Kyle, who added a wink.
After they walked away, I sat in my car a minute. I just had to laugh. Life was weird. One minute you’re struggling and the next you’re in your dream job meeting the hottest guys in the world. Baker was never going to believe it.
I went back to my apartment in Olde City. Sports Ring wasn’t well known yet, but working for them certainly paid the bills. I was actually thinking about getting a bigger place if they renewed my contract. I couldn’t help thinking about the guys, especially when they were in the shower. I drew myself a bath.
Whether it was the hot water or whether it was just that I was high on getting a scoop, I found myself naked in the bath touching myself. I had had to do a lot of that over the last five years, so it was nothing new. Dad was always pushing me away, to get out of the house and get my own life. Here I was, still with no man.
And I needed a man. I needed a Sea-Eagle!
Jackson came to mind first. A QB with an awesome chest covered in a thick layer of manly bristle. Just imagining him in the towel in the locker room, I got a tingle. His booming, commanding voice. I pictured him hovering above me on a couch saying, “Take off your clothes.” At the same time, he was pulling off his own.
As he takes off his pants, I can see that he’s already rigid and as hard as the rest of his body. He takes me in his manly arms and kisses me. I imagine feeling his beard on my face. I’m almost lost it in it. It smells warm and safe, like him.
At this point, in reality, I’m slowly inserting a finger into my pussy, just a little. I’m imagining it’s Jackson, only he has big, rough, man fingers. My fingers wouldn’t even equal his pinky. I plunge the finger in and out a little. Then I picture Jackson laying me down on the couch and entering me.
Oh, God, yes!
His thrusts are incredible, like making love to a statue of onyx. Nothing soft at all about him. I open my legs wide, let him go balls deep inside me. Oh, God! (This is where my actual fingers just can’t cut it.)
I paused and picked up a little friend that I call Mr. Buzzby. Mr. Buzzby got me through a lot of long, lonely nights and I put him right inside me, just where I wanted Jackson. I rubbed my clit while thrusting Mr. Buzzby in and out me, all the while imagining Jackson fucking me and fucking me. He would bend me over and fuck me from behind, grabbing a hold of my ass and thrusting like the brute athlete he was. Oh, God!
I came and in the corner of my eye, I imagined Carey walking in on us. I stopped for a minute. Well, it was a fantasy, right? Jackson, now finished and satisfied, let Carey take over. Carey got undressed and I imagined a huge member. (I had heard the rumors and snuck a peek at his package through his pants.) In my fantasy, neither did it justice!
Carey was more gentle, but still fun. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth. I suck and suck on it. It’s so big, it fills my mouth up. He loves every second of it and I slobber down the shaft and on his balls. Then he puts it into my same pussy hole that Jackson’s cock had just left. Oh, God, I’ve never been stretched so much. Never been fucked so deep. It’s like he hits my vagina bedrock. I scream as I cum. But out of the corner of my eye, I see Kyle.
Again, I shook myself from my fantasy. I didn’t think I had ever masturbated this much in one setting, but it didn’t seem right not to give Kyle his due. Carey bowed out gracefully and Kyle was already taking his clothes off. His body was the most cut. He was young, full of energy. He fucked me like a jackhammer. In and out. My pussy was nice and warmed up and lubed up from him thanks to the other two guys. In my fantasy, no one had to use condoms, so I had Jackson’s cum mixed with Carey’s inside me while Kyle was fucking me, adding his cum to the mix as he pulled my hair and slapped my ass for being such a dirty whore. I came almost instantly.
“Oh, God, yes!” I found myself saying in the fantasy.
Then I noticed Jackson and Carey were still in the room. Still naked and still erect. In my fantasy, while Kyle’s inside of me again, they join in! Hey, why not? It’s just a fantasy right? They each take their turns and I satisfy them with my open, wanting holes.
At first, Jackson slid underneath me and entered my sopping wet pussy. Then Kyle entered my asshole slowly from behind, packing me tight. Finally, I took Carey’s massive cock into my mouth. All around me they were slowly thrusting. I was getting penetrated from three angles. It was amazing!
In the tub, I had Mr. Buzzby in my vagina and on my clit, but now I reached up and grabbed my dildo and slowly put that in my ass. Oh, God, yes! I was packed tighter than I knew possible now. Not as tight as I imagined with the boys, but tighter than I ever remembered being with my vibrator. Then with one hand, I rubbed my clit while sucking on my fingers.
All the while, I was imagining three of the hottest athletes in the world inside me! Their hot, strong cocks penetrating my holes and making me cum over and over again. I was having multiple intense orgasms in the tub over and over again. My whole body was shaking and I came so hard, I thought I was going to cry.
When it was over I was spent like I had never been spent before. I had had fantasies about men before, but never three men and never three at the same time. What was that? Had staying out of circulation so long made me weird? All I could do was sit in the tub and keep cumming and cumming until I though I couldn’t cum any more.
Was this what it was like to be with three men? Is this something I wanted? Was I becoming a friggin’ sex addict? Some freak of nature? What had gotten into me? Apparently, three men had gotten into my head in real life, and into my pussy in my fantasies.
I got out of the tub and dried off. Putting on a robe, I went into my bed room. There, on my phone, were texts from all three guys. It was flattering, ha
ving so much attention.
Maybe I couldn’t— shouldn’t even try to handle this.
But how could I resist? My pussy was still throbbing from playing with myself while thinking about all three of them. It seemed to demand I follow through and see what might happen.
Chapter 5 – Kyle
Making the first move usually isn’t my forte, but there was something about this chick. I don’t know. Maybe it was the thought of beating Carey and Jackson. They had already done so much in their careers. I was never going to top that. But getting the girl? Maybe I could get a win.
I went for it with my text. Asked her out for lunch and she said, “Yes.” I couldn’t believe it. Not only was this hottie picking me over them, but she was actually excited to meet me for lunch. This was a good day.
Of course, I couldn’t wear the shirt again. Not a good style for a lunch date anyway. I wanted it to seem more casual. I put on a new T-shirt and then wore an open collar shirt on top. Too much? Naw. It was all good.
“Don’t over think it, bro!” I told myself.
I had heard about this college place called Mad for Mex on the Penn campus. We met there. If the date didn’t go well, at least they had good wings, I heard.
When I got to Mex she was standing outside. I called it right. She was more casual. She was wearing a sun dress and let me tell you— her body was bangin’! I mean, I checked her out the previous night at dinner, but she was in work clothes. The dress she was wearing really showed off her body.
“Hey, Lexi,” I greeted her with a smile. “Damn, I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even better than you did last night, girl!”
“Aw, thanks,” she said. “I like your shirt. You guys like those tight fitting shirts. And there’s no complaint from me about that.”
She blushed, and I loved that she was flirting with me.
“Hey, if you got muscles, what’s the point if you don’t show ‘em off, am I right?” I said, a little nervous. “C’mon, I called ahead for a table.”
We went inside and the place was chill. It was a weekday— a Monday at that. Guess all the college kids were in class and that it didn’t make sense to go to a restaurant for lunch when you were a struggling college student anyway. We got a good table, ordered some drinks and some wings. Lexi wasn’t shy about ordering some real food. None of the salad nonsense. I liked that. We got some margaritas too. This place was known for their very tall margaritas.
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