6+ Us Makes Eight_A Teacher and Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  We walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other. I grabbed the remote control and switched over to the PS4 screen.

  “Were you playing earlier?” he asked, nodding at the controllers on the glass and steel coffee table in front of us.

  “Yeah, I was practicing, but just a little.”

  “Uh oh, Brooke’s got some game.”

  “Be warned,” I said, picking up one of the controllers.

  He grabbed the other. I felt his leg pressed against mine as we sat so close to each other.

  “I’m totally going to kick your ass,” I said.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  “Oh, I ran into Trey today.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh-huh. On campus. He said you told him I spilled what happened with him at the Med Center?”

  I turned to see a grin slide onto his perfectly proportioned face.

  “Was he mad?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

  “Not when I told him I didn’t tell you.”

  “Now I want to know even more.”

  “I bet you do,” I said, turning back to the television and hitting play. “Game on.”

  “Bring it.”

  We picked our teams and players, comfortably talking like we seem to do every time we are together. All the while, I kept thinking about the dark blue lace panties I had on under my sweat pants. Would he like them? Hopefully, he wouldn’t keep them on me long.

  I’d even picked up a three-pack of condoms in case he didn’t bring any of his own. His reputation included the fact he always had a couple on him, but I didn’t want to take any chances. After sleeping with him, I planned to get back to my life.

  Between studying and work, I had no time for messing around with a man, especially not one as high-maintenance as Austin. Nearly every other woman wanted to be with him, and the thought of keeping him entertained so he didn’t stray already exhausted me.

  “Take that!” he said, twisting in his seat as he expertly used the controller.

  I hoped his hands know their way around a woman just as well.

  “You’re an amateur,” I said, trash talking like the best of them. “This isn’t real football.”

  “You can say that again.”

  “This isn’t real football,” I repeated then elbowed him lightly.

  He laughed.

  “You’re funny.”

  “That’s not all I am,” I replied, wanting to get past the games to the main event of the evening.

  He rested his hands on his legs and turned to look at me.

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded. He set the controller on the coffee table and turned his body to face me. The tension in the room rose as the fake crowd from the video game cheered us on.

  One hand on my waist, he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I sighed as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slid in, dancing with mine. Damn, he was a good kisser.

  While we kissed, I felt his strong hand slide under my sweatshirt. His fingers found my breasts, squeezing them. I loved the feel of his rough skin against my nipples.

  I broke away, staring into his eyes.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

  He removed his hand and stood up. As I got to my feet, I marveled at his physique. And he hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet. My body ached.

  I took his hand in mine and led him from the living room then down a hallway. At the end, my bedroom. I opened the door and we went inside.

  Before I had a chance to apologize for the non-existent mess, he turned me around with those strong arms and kissed me again. I thought I would faint.

  He lifted my sweatshirt off, exposing my bare breasts. A moment later, his lips were sucking on my nipples, making them even harder. I stepped back.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  A smile spread over his face as he stripped out of the jeans and sweatshirt. With each part of his body exposed, I became more excited.

  “Your turn,” he said, nodding at my pants.

  I undid them then turned to slide them down my legs, sticking my ass out in the process. He grabbed and squeezed.

  “Nice panties.”

  As I turned around, I smiled. He stood in front of me completely naked, his body a damn near perfect specimen of the human male at his prime. My eyes wandered between his legs.

  He grabbed his cock at the base and twirled it around.

  “You can suck if you want. Most women do.”

  “I’m not most women,” I said coyly.

  “That’s a good thing.”

  I stepped forward. He let go of his dick, rising at the sight of me. Me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My bare breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest.

  We kissed again, this time even more passionately. I wrapped my thin fingers around his thick cock, marveling at the size as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

  I sucked on his tongue as I stroked him. His dick got harder in my hands. After a few moments, he stepped forward, moving me toward the bed. This is it.

  School, my dreams, everything else faded away as I sat down on the edge of my bed, the neatly covered mattress sinking slightly. He dropped to his knees and forced my legs apart.

  Moans moved from my mouth through the air to his ears. He kissed my inner thighs, moving back and forth from one to the other. Do it already!

  He glanced up at me, grinning as he kissed to the left and right of my pussy lips, not making contacting directly, which drove me wild.

  I closed my eyes and threw my head back for a moment, the anticipation building up to intolerable levels.

  When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing else mattered as he licked, kissed and nibbled.

  My sensitive flesh opened up, getting even wetter. I opened my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair, loving the sight of his head between my legs.

  “Fuck me,” I begged, wanting to feel him inside me.

  He stood, a condom already on his hard cock. We made eye contact as he pressed the tip into my pussy.

  I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, as he slid it in all the way. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as he penetrated me over and over again.

  The sensation of his cock filling me completely made me even wetter. I rubbed my clit as he thrust in and out. He stopped a moment and lifted my legs higher into the air.

  “Oh…”

  He grinned as it slid all the way again. A good solid nine inches at least. And the girth. His cock fit perfectly, building up friction as it pounded into me like a piston.

  So fast. So hard. Pleasure building up.

  “I want you on top,” he said before laying me down on the bed. “I want to watch you come.”

  I scooted back, patting the mattress next to me. He crawled on the bed, kissing me on the way. When he laid on his back, I straddled his body, that huge cock in my hand to guide it.

  His hands squeezed my perky breasts, making my nipples tingle as I slipped down onto his fat, thick cock. So good. I moved up then down again, finding a rhythm as I arched my back.

  He grabbed my ass cheeks as I bent forward and pressed my breasts against his chest. Our skin touching, I continued grinding my hips, his dick pushing into my pussy. So hard.

  I felt him throb inside me as we kissed. His tongue pushed into my mouth forcefully, urgently. Mine swirled against his as our bodies moved as one, connected by our special parts.

  “Brooke…”

  The way he whispered my name made me want to never stop fucking him. Not ever. I sat up again, changing the angle of entry slightly but still sliding up and down on it. He put his palm on my stomach, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

  The sensation pushed me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I came, still bouncing up and down on him. It had been so long, and it felt so damn good.

  When I opened my eyes and stared down at him, he had a satisfied smile on his face.

 
“Oh, Austin.”

  I leaned forward, resting against his chest. He grabbed my ass and thrust into my pussy, assaulting it like there was no tomorrow.

  “Fuck,” he grunted then came.

  His cock throbbed inside me as I stared at his eyes. After his body stopped shaking, I slowly climbed off of him. As I laid next to his naked, sweat soaked body, the reality of the situation kicked in. I’d just had sex with a football star. Me!

  I draped an arm across his stomach, loving his little treasure trails so hard and defined. Would he dump me now? How would that make me feel? Self-doubt crept into my mind as we held each other. At least he wasn’t leaving right away.

  “I’m going to the bathroom to clean up,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

  “I’ll come with,” he said, getting off the other side. “When’s your roommate get home?”

  “Late tonight. After midnight. If you need to go, I’ll understand.”

  “That’s not me,” he said then patted my ass in the hallway.

  I smiled as we reached the bathroom.

  “Good to know. My bed is small.”

  “All the better to sleep snuggled up against you.”

  “Wow,” I said with phony surprise.

  “What?”

  “I never knew jocks could be so romantic.”

  He grinned at me as we stared at each other in our reflections in the mirror.

  “I’m not your average jock.”

  “You’re my big jock,” I said then giggled.

  “Do not tell anyone else that nickname or ever say it in public.”

  I smiled, unable to stop.

  “Promise,” I said.

  He kissed the side of my head. Getting ready for bed had never been so fun or exciting before. Was this love or a one-night stand? In that moment, I didn’t care to figure it out.

  ELEVEN

  Austin

  The next morning, she appeared so peaceful still asleep, I carefully got out of bed without waking her. As I stared down at her, I quickly got dressed, having to get home and go for my daily run before early practice, classes, and everything else.

  I stopped in the kitchen to see if she had a bottle or water or something to drink. Jocelyn, wearing a ratty brown robe, sat at their round metal and glass table for two.

  “Morning, sunshine,” I said. “Where’s your water?”

  She glared at me then pointed toward the refrigerator. I opened it up.

  “Hey, I didn’t say you could have one.”

  “I’m sure it’s fine with Brooke,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water. “You can wake her up if you want, but it’s probably better to let her sleep.”

  “Why? So you can sneak out of here like the dog you are?”

  “What’s your problem?” I asked. “Seriously.”

  “Screw you,” she said, standing up in a huff.

  “Whatever. I’m out of here.”

  Holding the water bottle and not giving a fuck about her roommate, I left the kitchen and their house. On the few blocks walk to my house, I wondered what the hell had happened the night before. Instead of not thinking about her anymore, she wouldn’t leave my thoughts!

  I had no words to describe the pleasure and ecstasy of the night before. None of the ones I came up with even remotely compared to the way she made me feel when we fucked. Hell, it wasn’t even fucking, not like normally. It had been something more. But what?

  When I got home I walked into the living room. Trey stood next to the couch as Brian and Teddy played some kind of war game. My so-called teammate turned to look at me.

  “Where you been?” he asked.

  “Don’t you worry about it.”

  “You’re such a dick,” he said then walked out the back door of the house.

  I made myself a quick breakfast of oatmeal and a cantaloupe then got dressed in my running gear. The sex last night had helped burn calories, but I needed to be on top of my game.

  Coach and the rest of the team were counting on me. No matter what I tried, I wasn’t able to push Brooke out of my mind completely. Not even after we had slept together.

  That usually worked, so I wasn’t sure what to do next. If I concentrated on class and football, I would be fine. She didn’t make it easy to stop thinking about her.

  On my way out of the house, I saw Brian and Teddy in the living room playing video games.

  “Don’t you two ever go to class?” I asked.

  They laughed.

  “Sometimes,” Teddy said. “You out for the day?”

  “Yeah, a run, then practice, classes, and more practice.”

  Teddy raised his fist in the air and said, “Keep it real.”

  “See ya fellas.”

  Outside, I jogged toward the trail around campus. With so much going on, by the end of the day, I would forget all the Brooke craziness completely. At least I hoped it worked out that way.

  * * *

  At lunch, I found myself sitting next to Trey in the Student Center food court. Unable to hold my secret in any longer, I blurted it out.

  “I was with Brooke last night.”

  His eyes widened. I grinned and nodded my head.

  “It was fucking incredible, man.”

  “Coach better not find out. You’re supposed to be all football all the time.”

  “Meh. I’m not worried about Coach. You’re not going to tell him, right?”

  “Hell no, man. I learned that lesson. I’m really sorry about what happened with coach you know.”

  “Yeah. You know what we need?”

  “What?”

  “Some old school bonding time.”

  “Touch-football game? I don’t know…”

  “Come on,” I said. “You can find some new fine young thing and then we’ll be even. I won’t have to worry about you telling, because I’ll have something on you.”

  “You’re crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “But game on. I’ve been wanting to relax before the playoffs at the end of the semester.”

  “Well, this is the best, sure-fire way to find a woman by the end of the day. I’m going to invite Brooke and show off a bit.”

  “Oh, you’re bringing her to watch you lose, are you?”

  “Funny man. I’m a winner.”

  “Glad we’re okay man.”

  “For sure,” I said, holding out my fist. “Brothers for life.”

  He bumped his fist against mine. If the afternoon game went well, Brooke would get pissed about other women hitting on me during the game, and she would leave without me having to break up with her or anything. It’s not like we were exclusive anyway.

  I needed to concentrate on the one thing that mattered most – football.

  I sent Brooke a text message with an invitation to watch me play at the touch-football game.

  “Watch?” she wrote back. “I want to play.”

  I sent her a winking smiley face in return, telling her I would pick her up around five.

  TWELVE

  Austin

  Fall football games were the best, especially friendly ones where there wasn’t any tackling. I pulled up to Brooke’s house in my Camaro, freshly cleaned inside and out. The smell of leather hung thick in the air, just how I liked it.

  She walked over from where she had been sitting on the porch and got in the passenger seat. The jeans and grey sweatshirt looked well worn.

  “My football clothes,” she explained when she saw me checking her out.

  “I didn’t say anything, but I was imagining that cute as hell body underneath the clothes.”

  She smiled.

  On the drive to the park north of campus, neither of us mentioned the events of the night before, or that we were about to attend a social event together. People would talk when they saw us together. I didn’t care. The only people invited were friends and teammates.

  Still, it might be good to bring it up, I thought.

  “Hey, you know football players aren’t supposed to have
steady girlfriends or anything, right? Coach wants us all football all the time.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said. “I understand. It’s no big deal. I’m so busy now anyway. I mean, you’re good in bed and all, but I don’t have time for a real relationship right now either.”

  “Right,” I said, somehow sad she hadn’t been offended by me bringing it up. “Let’s do this.”

  I opened my door and got out of the car, stretching to the sky. She walked around the back of the Camaro and stopped at my side.

  “Looks like they’re all here already,” she said, pointing to the grassy field sixty yards away.

  “Yeah, I’m always late. It’s cool. You’re with me.”

  “Big man on campus, huh?” she teased.

  “You know it.”

  I winked at her. Side by side, we made our way to the dozen others standing around with flags tucked into their belts or pants. Trey tossed a football up in the air, catching it confidently.

  “It’s okay if you don’t play well,” I whispered.

  She punched me in the arm.

  “Oww,” I said, laughing and rubbing it.

  “I’m tough too, you know.”

  Introductions were passed out. Everyone, including Trey, didn’t say anything about Brooke showing up with me.

  “Women versus men?” I asked.

  “We’re going to kick your ass today,” Janet Frost said.

  As captain of the women’s track team, she knew how to run.

  “Oh, hey, Brooke,” she said as we formed two groups of people in the field.

  “Get ready to have some fun, ladies,” Trey said. “We’ll kick off to you.”

  “Bring it,” Brooke said confidently. “You boys are going down.”

  All I thought about was her going down on me as the guys walked to one end of our makeshift field. Trey stopped and placed the ball on the ground. Eric, the kicker for our team, sent it sailing down toward the group of women.

  Brooke grabbed it. I half-expected her to drop to a knee, but instead she sprinted down the field toward us. Game on, I thought, running toward her.

  She screamed, dodging Trey and two others who had reached her first. I ran behind her, laughing too hard to be able to catch her.

  When she crossed the two trees that signified the goal line, she threw the football to the ground and lifted her arms triumphantly.