by Betsy Locke
My stepdad clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “Okay guys, we have a tough road ahead of us this season. Nobody is going to give us a win for free. Hard work is the only way to the top. I want every one of you to give me a 100% at all times. Put your hands in and we yell win on three.”
The players put their hands in the circle and I watched from the outside. “1, 2, 3, WIN!” Everyone pushed their hands down and the huddle broke up.
Tristan saw me and his face lit up. It had been a few months since I saw him the day I graduated from college. I had stayed up at school hoping that I would find a job. After a summer of searching, Tristan offered me a position as an assistant.
“One more thing,” Tristan screamed. The football players turned their head backs to him. “I want to introduce Krista. She's going to be an assistant this year straight out of college. I want everyone here to make her feel welcome.”
I could feel their eyes scanning my figure, their pants beginning to tighten. I bet they were thinking just how they could make me feel more welcome. I didn't mind the constant staring. I had learned how to deal with big football players before. They were so cocky and thought that they could get anything they wanted.
But not me.
They'd learn that soon enough.
Tristan and I left the field together while the players started their drills. Tristan put his arm around my shoulder and brought me in close to him. “It's so good to see you, Krista. Did you get everything moved into your apartment.”
I smiled up at him. I always felt so safe when I was around him. Nothing could ever go wrong. “Yeah it wasn't too bad. I haven't started unpacking yet.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help,” Tristan replied.
“It's fine. I know you were busy.”
Tristan had been a head coach for only three years but before that he played professional football for seven years. He had a pretty successful career and that made him able to start coaching right away.
It meant that he didn't always have time for me but I knew the sacrifices he had to make. He would always be there for me if I truly needed him.
“You always understood what it took to win,” he said.
“And I'm going to do whatever it takes to help the team win this year.”
He rubbed his knuckles on my head and messed up my hair. “Let's go to my office and you can help me plan for the first game of the season.”
I didn't plan on doing anything in football. I had gone to college and studied psychology. I wasn't sure where that was going to take me but football would've been the last thing on my list.
We walked into Tristan's office located two levels up in the small practice stadium. It wasn't very big but it had a perfect view of the practice field right on the fifty-yard line.
Memorabilia of Tristan as a player hung on the walls. Jerseys, newspaper clippings, and helmets were just some of the things he kept over the years.
Tristan sat behind a big oak desk and I sat in a big comfy chair in front of him. “So helping you plan is going to be my role here? You never really stated what my duties were going to be here,” I said.
“To be honest, I wanted to leave it a little bit open on purpose. I want you to get used to working at the facility, working with the players, and most importantly working with me. After you settle in, I think you can pick a role that suits you more.”
I could see his line of thinking. He was giving me a chance to decide what I wanted to do myself instead of letting him pick for me.
“So for right now, I want you to get used to prepping for a game. Who knows, maybe you'll like being my assistant and want to stay. Or maybe you want to work in the front office and work in the press room.”
“Sounds very exciting. I never really considered a career in football because I was a woman but now it seems like I could do a lot of different things.”
Tristan scratched the small scruff of a beard he had. He didn't really resemble your typical head coach in professional football. Tristan wasn't fat or really old. Since he was a player, his body was at its peak. He could be dating super models if he wanted to.
Tristan always told me he didn't have time for women. I didn't believe it and took it that he wasn't really interested in dating.
“Let's watch some game film and tell me what you see,” he said, taking out a remote and pointing it a the wall.
I didn't notice but there was a projector hidden away on the opposite side. A big white square was projected on the blank wall. A film of a game from last season was on the screen. I remembered it well because I was there.
We lost by twenty points and almost got shut out save for a field goal.
“This was a failure by both sides of the ball. The defense kept giving up the big plays and the offense was demoralized since the very beginning. Our defense let them get away with two screen passes in a row. That should never happen.”
Tristan looked impressed with my football knowledge. It all came second nature to me since I had been watching football for as long as I could remember.
“I think I'm going to like having you around here,” he said.
Chapter Two
Tristan and I went over game film deep into the night. I'd never gotten so much attention from him at one time. I kind of liked it.
We worked well together.
The next day I showed up to practice and was told that Tristan was in the men's locker room. Now, I'd been in the football player's locker room. I knew that half-naked men would be running around. On the flip side, they were used to reporters and press in the locker room. A woman like myself shouldn't have much of a problem.
All I knew was that low-cut top and short skirt was probably not the best outfit for the day.
I walked into the locker room and one of the players on defense turned his head and licked his lips as I walked by. “You lookin fine today, Krista,” he said, loosening up his white towel around his waist.
I gave him a tiny smile and worked my way to the back room. Every player turned their head to check out my ass while I walked by.
Danny, the kicker, stepped in front of me and stopped me in my tracks. He wasn't as built as the other players but he had some good looks. He was only wearing a towel that barely covered himself. “You look good enough to eat, Krista. I bet you need a real man to keep you warm at night.”
Danny uncovered himself and let it all out in the open. I only got a glimpse of him and I almost wanted to laugh. He wasn't very big. I don't know how one earth he got the idea that he was god's gift to women.
Most of the men were whistling and hollering. I think most women would get embarrassed at being shown a man's cock. Not me. These men liked to play dirty and I could dish it back better than anyone.
“I'm sorry Danny. Are you trying to show me something? I might need a magnifying glass to find it.”
The locker room went absolutely crazy with laughter. Danny closed the towel around his waist and ran away with his tail between his legs. He wouldn't try to bother me again. Not with my wit at my defense.
“Hey!” Tristan screamed from the back room. “If any of you give Krista a hard time, you'll find yourself cut from the team.”
Everyone shut up immediately. Tristan always stuck up for me even if I didn't need it. That's what I always loved about him.
I went into the back room to find Tristan, a doctor, and our tight end laying down on a table. His knee was propped up and I knew it wasn't good by the amount of ice strapped to his leg. “What's going on?”
“Deshaun tore his ACL or at least that's what the doctor thinks,” Tristan said.
Deshaun looked like he was in a boatload of pain. “How long is he going to be out?” I asked the doctor.
The old man with gray hair adjusted his glasses. “Depends on the severity of the tear. If it's only a partial tear, he might be able to come back at the end of the season. If it's more, then he'll be out until next season.”
Deshaun was the secret weapon to
our offense. No defense in the league knew how to cover him. With him out, it was going to get a lot harder.
“I'm sorry, coach,” Deshaun said, reaching out for Tristan's hand.
“It's not your fault. You couldn't of prevented it from happening. All you need to focus on is getting healthy and back for next season,” Tristan said.
“Thanks, coach. I'll come back better than ever.”
Tristan really cared about his players. Kind of the same way he cared about me. He would do anything for them.
I followed Tristan back to his office and the players in the locker room didn't even glance at me this time. I knew they couldn't stop thinking about my curves.
Tristan closed the door behind us. “We need to look at who's out in the market and get us a good tight end.”
Tristan and I spent the next few hours looking at the players we had and who we could get from free agency to fill Deshaun's spot.
“What do you think about, Tommy Nathans?” he asked, referring to the tight end on our practice squad.
“Tommy is okay. He's a good backup for a bad team but our whole offense depends on the tight end getting open. Tommy isn't that guy for us.” I pulled up a different guy on my tablet. “What about Julian York?”
Tristan came up behind me and put his head down on my shoulder. His cologne smelled sweet. I could feel a rustling in my loins.
“His stats look pretty good but he hasn't gotten many reps the last couple seasons,” Tristan said.
“They're not running a tight-end focused offense. I bet if we asked for a trade, they would unload Julian for next to nothing. If he doesn't work out here, then we didn't give much away.”
“I like it. Let's set it into motion.”
I was about to leave when Tristan stopped me. “You ever seen the dome at night.”
“Well of course, I've been to plenty of night games.”
“I mean at night when it's completely empty.”
I smiled and shook my head.
Chapter Three
We took a short stroll through the practice stadium and to the big dome where the team played all their home games. The stadium roof was normally closed but tonight they had it wide open. The stars twinkled above the big lights.
There wasn't a living soul in the entire seventy thousand seat stadium except for Tristan and I. We walked out onto the field and I looked up at the stands. I imagined the crowd noise and the smell of hot dogs.
“This is amazing,” I said.
“It never ceases to humble me,” he replied. “Sometimes I come out here and to think and reminisce about the good old days.”
I watched him as his eyes got watery. It was touching how much this all meant to him. I wanted something like that in my life.
I don't know what came over me. I was so emotional and the only thing I could think to do was to kiss him. I reached up and planted my lips on Tristan's. He didn't reciprocate at first and it felt like kissing a dead fish.
But then he accepted it and took me in his arms. Our lips moved against each other and our tongues danced. The swelling of excitement took over my body. His hands were on my back and held me close.
This was the best kiss I'd ever had. I never wanted it to stop. Tristan was gentle yet firm. He knew just what to do.
He broke away with a dazed look on his face. I stared into his eyes, my chest heaving in and out.
Tristan wiped his mouth. “We can't do this, Krista. No matter how much we want it. No matter how much we've dreamed about it for years.”
I had no idea he'd been dreaming about me for years. I always thought he was attracted to me but not this much.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm going to go.” I turned to walk away, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Tristan grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. My lips were parted perfectly for his. He kissed me more passionately this time, never giving me a second to catch my breath.
He finally let me go. “I can't resist you any longer, Krista. I tried to for so damn long but it's impossible. Your blue eyes, those plump red lips, your humongous tits and that bubbly ass of yours. I just can't anymore. A man can only do so much.”
I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. “Do you feel my heart beat for you. I've thought about you every night. It wasn't just hard for you. Now's your chance. You've worked so hard and you deserve it. We both do.”
Tristan finally let go. He slipped his hand into my top and cupped my heavy breast in his hand, ignoring my bra. He squeezed me and I reacted to his touch with a moan. “That feel so good!”
The look in Tristan's eyes was pure desire. A lust for me that was uncontrollable. He pulled my top over my head and my bra was off before I could even set my top down.
“They're perfect,” he said, his hands hovering over my tits.
My nipples grew harder in the wind. “You better warm me up because it's getting a little cold out here.”
Tristan buried his face in my cleavage, squeezing my boobs together until they completely covered his face, suffocating himself in me. His tongue tickled my pink nipple until he wrapped his lips around me and sucked hard. His teeth tugged and pulled on me.
I held his head against me and cried out. I was surprised by how good the pain felt. The wetness between my thighs couldn't be ignored any longer.
My claws dug into his jeans, trying to get at his hardness. I stroked his long member through his pants making Tristan moan into my tits. He came up for air and kissed me as I rubbed him. “You're cock must be gigantic,” I said.
Tristan backed away and tore his tight shirt off. I was totally right about his body being in peak condition. He still looked like a top athlete. Every muscle was toned to perfection. I imagined rubbing my wet pussy all over his washboard abs until I came hard.
Tristan unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down slowly. I mirrored him exactly, pulling my skirt down until it was around my ankles. The anticipation was killing me.
Tristan stepped out of his jeans and he only had a pair of very tight black boxers on. The outline of his thickness didn't leave much to the imagination. I went first, pulling my thong down and leaving them around my ankles.
I kicked my leg out, flicking them at Jameson, hoping to score a field goal. The two big yellow posts were behind him. He caught my panties in his hands and put them to his nose. He inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. “You smell so good.”
I blushed and watched as Tristan dropped his boxers to the ground. A long stiff rod stood straight up in the wind. “Your bigger than I ever thought possible. I don't think that will fit,” I said.
“Don't worry, Krista. I'll make it fit,” he said with a smirk.
“Should we be doing this out here?” I asked, suddenly aware that we were in a giant empty stadium. I tried my best to cover my breasts and pubic hair but one hand wasn't enough for my large melons. “What if somebody is watching us?”
Tristan looked up at the stands. “Let them watch. They're about to see a better show than any football game ever.”
His confidence put me at ease. I let my arms fall to my side. I was all naked for Tristan and willing to let him to whatever he wanted to me on the open field.