“Good. I want a ring, coach,” said Anita, who began to leave with her husband. “Gentlemen, don’t let me down. And young lady---“
“Yes?”
“Here’s my card. I have a friend over at ESPN,” said Anita. “Wait a few weeks for this to all calm down and give me a call. I think they could use you there.”
“Really? Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much.”
Anita nodded and she and Ben left as they came.
“All right then,” said Coach, relieved. “I guess we have more practicing to do, so everyone get the Hell out of my office. Jackson, stay a sec.”
The room cleared. It was just me and coach.
“Congrats, buddy. Looks like you get that shot at the Super Bowl after all,” said coach.
“I won’t let you down,” I assured him. “Thanks, Coach.”
“And, uh, try and keep your relationship on the down low for a while,” he suggested. “At least until we win the Super Bowl, huh?”
“Sure, Coach,” I agreed.
I found Lexi and the guys in a side room. We had to be a little more discreet now.
“Guys, we’re back!” I said excitedly.
“Yeah, now all we have to do is win the next two games,” added Kyle. “It’s weird that winning the Super Bowl is now the least of our problems.”
“It was never a doubt in my mind,” said Carey. “Just hand me the ball, QB!”
“I wanna thank you for sticking up for us back there,” I said to Lexi. “I don’t know if we’d be back in the game if you hadn’t.”
“I had to,” said Lexi, astonished that I was suggesting otherwise. “You guys are my boys. I got your back. All your backs.”
“We just gotta get through the next few weeks,” I said.
“You’re ours, baby and we’re yours,” said Carey, looking into her eyes. “We ain’t never gonna give you up. Super Bowl or no. It’s taking me a long time, but I think I finally realize what’s important in life, ya know?”
“I hear that,” agreed Kyle.
“Thanks, Carey, Kyle, Jackson,” said Lexi. “I love you guys.”
We each gave Lexi a kiss. This was going to be our thing. No one was going to split us apart.
Chapter 14 – Lexi
With Ringo off the team, the Sea-Eagles seem to come together better than ever. Anita was right, he really was the disruption. The guys easily won their spot in the Super Bowl. A few weeks later, I was sitting in a special guest section with dad, watching the Sea-Eagles play. It was always dad’s dream to watch the Super Bowl close up and here his beloved team was actually playing in the Super Bowl.
We were in the fourth quarter. The Sea-Eagles had dominated throughout, but you could never count the Loyalists out. With less than a minute left, the Loyalists had taken the lead 20 to 15. Jackson had to throw a touchdown pass. The Sea-Eagles were on their last time out. As we waited anxiously for the final couple of plays, I had a moment with dad.
“Dad,” I said. “I just want to let you know how grateful I am for your support. Not just in the past, but for the past few weeks. It was so crazy getting fired and finding myself. If it hadn’t been for you keeping me grounded, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said. “I couldn’t be more proud of you. I mean, Hell, look at these seats! And the fact that you’re dating the best players on my favorite team, I mean, c’mon. I’d have to be crazy to complain.”
“No, I know that my relationship isn’t something that was traditional in your day,” I said.
“Sweetheart, tradition is one thing, but love is another. As long as you’re happy, I could care less how it happens or how many people are involved. Live your life with no regrets. I know if your mother was here, she’d be just as proud of you.”
“Thanks dad,” I said tearing up. “That really means a lot.”
“Hey! Heeeeey!” called someone from the field.
“I think that guy is waving to you, hon,” said dad. “Who is that?”
It was Baker. He was standing on the sideline with Emma. I waved back.
“Oh, that’s Baker,” I explained. “My old cameraman. “Hi, Baker! Hi, Emma!”
Finally, the time ticked down and the Sea-Eagles lined up for the snap. Jackson threw a screen pass to Kyle near the sidelines. He ran for a first down and tried to get out of bounds to stop the clock, but one of the Loyalists tackled him in bounds. This forced the Sea-Eagles to rush their line up and snap the ball quickly. Jackson organized the players, snapped the ball and threw it away to stop the clock. He had stopped it but cost the team time.
“Dammit, he needs this pass,” muttered dad. “He can’t keep throwing these screen passes. There’s not enough time!”
“Relax, dad,” I assured him. “Jackson’s got this.”
“What is it with the coach and the same damned plays?!” he snapped. “Did you talk to that coach when you were in there?”
“Uh, yeah, I did,” I admitted. “Although I didn’t get a chance to address his play choice. Maybe next time.”
Jackson scrambled back, but one of the defensive linemen broke through. He had to really scramble and weave, but managed to find Carey out on the sidelines. Carey caught it and fell out of bounds almost immediately. There was still time for another play.
“Your man Jackson likes to cut things close,” said dad, increasingly worried. “Tell him to hurry up and win this thing before I die of a heart attack!”
“Jackson has a plan, dad,” I assured him. “He’ll do something unexpected.”
“The only thing unexpected would be a pass right down the middle of the field,” he insisted. “That would probably be the end of the game!”
The next thing you know, that’s exactly what Jackson did. Unable to reach Kyle on the sidelines, Jackson made a risky pass to Carey in the middle of the field. Carey was looking like he was going to run out of bounds, but dodging inside the field to avoid a tackle, he ended up too far away.
“No-no-no!” screamed dad. “Get out of bounds!”
“He’s too far away! There’s not enough time!” I insisted. “It’s now or never!”
Carey dodged another tackle, then started to run down the field. Just when it looked like he might get caught, Kyle rushed in and made a key block to a Loyalist defender. Carey was almost to the goal line when a Loyalist dived and knocked him off his feet. We stood up.
“Oh, no!” I screamed. “Carey!”
He dropped the ball and it was chaos on the field. One of the Loyalists tried to fall on it, but his momentum took him so fast when he hit the ball, it bounced up. Jackson had run down the field and grabbed it, but he was surrounded by Loyalists. He scrambled into the middle of the field as time was running out. After ducking a few Loyalists, one got a hold of his leg and he just managed to lateral the ball back to Carey, who was up and caught it. There was no stopping Carey, now! He made an end run around the whole mess of players, then leaped over two Loyalists and landed just over the goal line! It was a touch down just in time!
The stadium exploded in applause and cheers. Dad and I hugged. It was one of the most momentous Super Bowl endings in history! The Sea-Eagles had finally won a Super Bowl after so many years of near-misses. Jackson would indeed go out on top!
“I can’t believe it, dad! I can’t believe it! I can’t wait to congratulate the guys!” I said excited. “Oh, my God! This is incredible!”
“You go on the field right now and give them a hug,” he encouraged.
“You’re sure you’re okay up here by yourself?”
“Trust me, we’re not getting out of the parking lot for a while! I’ll be fine, kiddo,” he assured. “Besides, everything is handicap accessible. If I get bored, I’m going to roll out and get another beer.”
Dad was so great. I ran down to the field. Fortunately, Emma recognized me. She was working security for the game. Although she stopped other fans from jumping onto the field, she quickly waved me through so I
could reach the team. It was a mob scene. Sea-Eagles staff and players were elated. Loyalists walked around in a daze, almost if in shock.
Finally, I reached Kyle and gave him a hug and kiss. He was bathed in sweat and had his helmet in his hand.
“I’m going to Disneyland!” he said jokingly.
“Baby, we’re all going to Disneyland!” I laughed back. “C’mon, let’s find the other guys!”
“Lexi, I talked it over with them,” said Kyle. “The four of us want to be family. We want to make an honest woman out of you!”
“What? You mean get married? How?” I asked. “Is that even legal?”
“Who cares if we’re together,” said Jackson, suddenly standing behind me.
My heart leapt. Jackson picked me up in his strong arms and kissed me. Heat radiated off of him like a furnace. All the guys were fired up from the game.
“Kyle says you guys want to get married?” I repeated. “Are you guys serious about this?”
“Yeah, of course!” said Jackson. “I mean, it probably won’t be legal here, but we’ll find some country that’ll let us do it. Even if we just have our own ceremony just to let everyone know. You up for it?”
“Of course!” I said excitedly.
“Great! Let’s tell Carey!” said Jackson, taking my hand.
As we ran across the field, the sports reporters were mobbing us. They especially wanted to talk to Jackson about his last play. Somehow, the Super Bowl was already behind him. He had done what he set out to do. It would be broadcast on TV for years to come. What else was there to say? He waved them off because he had something more important to do.
“Carey!” he shouted through a crowd of people. “Hey, man! C’mere a sec! Big news!”
Carey was in the middle of an interview with Fox News. When he saw me, he cut the interview short and joined the part. He rushed over, picked me up and twirled me around as we kissed.
“Lexi-lexi-lexi!” he said excited. “Did you see that run?! I fucked it up, but I fixed it at the end. I can’t believe I almost fucked it up.”
“Stop beating yourself up,” I said. “You won! Who cares?”
“Yeah, I know,” he relented.
He called over to Tom Williams, the Loyalists quarterback, who looked depressed sitting on the sidelines. Carey grabbed his crotch as he called out.
“Yo, Williams,” he taunted. “Let some air out of this!”
“Hang tight guys,” said Jackson. “It’s time for me to announce.”
Jackson walked over to a throng of reporters. The microphones were in his face instantly.
“This is a moment I worked hard for,” he began. “The moment is here, I set out what I wanted to achieve. I brought Philadelphia a Super Bowl. Thank you, Philly and thank the Sea-Eagles organization for all you’ve done. At this time, I’d like to officially announce my retirement from football. I’ve decided to go out on top!”
“Jackson! Jackson!” shouted one of the reporters. “How do you respond to the accusations that you’re part of some sex cult?”
“I don’t. They’re untrue,” he explained. “During the game and the lead up, we had to focus. I had not time to address these issues. I’ll simply say, that I’m in love with a great woman and so are two of my friends. We’re happy and I don’t care what anyone says about it. A relationship is private, it’s not for anyone but us, we’re not hurting anyone and most importantly, we’re happy. Although not all my fans will understand or approve, but I hope they will respect it and our privacy. Thank you.”
Jackson impromptu announcement and speech got more coverage than even the supposed “scandal” that Ringo tried to create. To the credit of football fans everywhere, most people supported us and Jackson. The reality was, relationships are complex, nuanced and personal and most people knew that.
While we celebrated on the field, my producer from Sports Ring emerged from the crowd. Before he even opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to say.
“Hey-hey, Lexi,” he began. “Listen, I have to apologize. Some guys in corporate pressured me to let you go. Big mistake, I know, but I’m a big enough man to admit it. So how about coming back to Sports Ring? I’ll get you a better office and a raise.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I told him. “I’m already in talks with ESPN for my own show. They appreciate an insider’s perspective there a lot more and they could care less about my personal life.”
“C’mon, Lexi, it wasn’t personal,” he assured me.
The boys got up in his face.
“I think the lady has made her decision, pal,” said Jackson threateningly.
“My girl doesn’t need your dinky-ass network,” assured Carey. “She’s going to be hosting Sports Center within two years. Bet on that!”
Kyle just gave him a mean look. My old producer withered under the stare and backed away.
“Well, if you change your mind…” he added exiting.
“She won’t,” Jackson called after.
“Thanks for having my back, guys,” I said.
“No worries,” assured Jackson. “Now whose up for a party?”
“Party?” joked Carey. “We’re gonna be married men, soon. We can’t go out and party no more!”
“Just as long as we get to eat,” added Kyle. “I’m starving.”
I walked off the field with the guys. We were going to live our lives the way we wanted; with no regrets.
Epilogue – Lexi
Six months after the Super Bowl, so much had changed in my life. The guys and I had made a commitment to each other, so we bought a house in an exclusive Philadelphia suburb. It had larges tracts of land, so we had our privacy and the house was so big, we could each have privacy when we wanted it.
Carey and Kyle were still on the Sea-Eagles. For now, Jackson was retired. He wasn’t going back to football as a player, although he thought about coaching. We were planning a trip overseas to see a tiger preserve that we were going to do a fundraiser for. Carey and Kyle had some time off, so they were planning to come too.
My favorite part of the house was a shared balcony on the second floor that connected all our bedrooms. It became a thrill for us to have sex there, not only because it was outside but because there was still a chance of getting caught! Jackson was even able to install a sturdier, free-standing sex swing so we could use that whenever we wanted. I was sunning myself in a bikini, when the guys walked in wearing shorts and a smile. Jackson got the swing ready, so I knew it was time for some kinky fun.
“Mrs. Blake-Ellis-Fowler?” asked Jackson. “Would you be so kind as to have sex with us?”
“Wait, why is my name last?” asked Kyle. “It should be Fowler-Ellis-Blake.”
“That’s alphabetical order, dude. It’s the only fair way,” assured Jackson.
“I think my way has a better cadence,” insisted Kyle.
“Maybe I’ll just keep my maiden name,” said Lexi. “I know it’s a little untraditional, but you know me!”
“Fuck all that! Let’s get it on!” said Carey excitedly. “I need some sugar!”
“Since we’re outside,” I said seductively. “I think we all need a little suntan lotion.”
I poured some of the bottle of the gooey substance on myself and started rubbing. It smelled like coconut and the beach. Kyle came up from behind and grabbed my ass with both hands. He then untied my bikini top. It fell to the ground.
“Oopsie!” I said in my sex kitten voice. “I hope my panties don’t fall off too!”
Jackson kneeled in front of me and grabbed either side of the bikini ties. He pulled them, they untied and my panties fell away. I had just gotten waxed and left a perfectly groom landing strip. Jackson parted my pussy lips gently with his fingers and slurped at my waiting snatch.
“I love eating your sweet pussy,” he whispered. “Tell me to eat your pussy.”
“Eat my pussy, Jackson! Eat my pussy!”
Kyle started kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. I poured some o
f the suntan lotion onto Carey’s tight chest and rubbed it in. Then my hand drifted down into his shorts and inside. I grabbed his massive cocked and rubbed it in my hand.
“We have to make sure your little man is covered,” I said, pouring more suntan lotion on his cock.
“Little man?” he said jokingly. “Give it a minute!”
I was rubbing Carey’s cock and I could feel it getting bigger. Jackson was going to town on my little snatch and I came once in his mouth. Kyle kissed me deep and twisted my nipples so they would get hard.
“You like that?” he whispered in my ear. “You like me to twist your little titties?”
“Yes, Kyle,” I said seductively. “Twist my titties. I love it! I love it!”
I was getting so turned just standing there and being manhandled. My hand was moving faster and faster on Carey’s shaft.
“Oh, God, yeah!” said Carey. “You’re gonna start a fire on my dick, you’re rubbing so fast!”
Almost on cue, I slid down to my knees. The guys dropped their shorts and stepped out of them. I took a towel off the lounge chair to protect my knees on the hard patio. What stood before me were three hard, throbbing dicks ready for sucking. I took Jackson into my mouth, then Kyle, then Carey. I switched with rubbing the other two. My boys were all nice and hard.
“Oh, my God, such beautiful cocks.” I laughed. “All for me? Thank you!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said Jackson in pleasure. “Feels so good! Oh! Your hot mouth!”
“You like my tongue on your cock, Jackson? Beg me to suck you. Beg me!” I commanded.
“Please! Please!” he said breathlessly. “Please suck my cock!”
I obliged sucking him as hard as I could. I slobbered down his shaft to his balls. I took turns putting one or two in my mouth and sucking on them. Then I flicked them with my tongue while he moaned. I concentrated on the hole at the tip of his penis where it was most sensitive.
Next, I stuck my head under Kyle’s balls and I licked each one with my tongue. He had gotten into manscaping, so he was complete shaved now.
“So smooth,” I said. “I love to suck you, Smooth Kyle.”
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