“Why? What did you hear or overhear?” I countered.
“Well, you’re 31. That’s pretty old for a QB. There’s no denying your talent. You took the team to two other Super Bowls, but can you see yourself taking them to a fourth?”
“I’m not going to deny I’m getting up there and it’s tough,” I admitted. “If we win the Super Bowl this year, it would be a perfect way to go out on top.”
“So are you announcing your retirement?” she immediately followed up.
I felt a little bit like I was being maneuvered. This chick knew how to get to the heart of an issue. Maybe she overheard us talking, but it didn’t seem that way. She seemed to draw her conclusions from evidence. That was something that was no only lacking in most sports reporters, but most people these days. There were a few more questions for me, but I managed to deflect and stall. No way I could announce my retirement now. My agent would have a fit.
“Carey, over the last four years, you’ve become the star of this team. But after a recent incident, a lot of commentators were saying you had been moved up too fast and all the fame was going to you head,” began Lexi. “How do you respond to that?”
I had to smile. Carey looked like a deer caught in the headlights!
“Well, ya know, there are, uh, a lot of haters out there,” he stammered. “But hey, just because my parents had a little money doesn’t mean I didn’t work hard. I have a teaching degree that I plan to use once I retire.”
“Really? What would you teach?” asked Lexi.
“At first, I’d like to teach little kids, ya know? Maybe 2nd or 3rd grade so I can teach all subjects. Then I think eventually I would like to move up to the high school level. Teach history and coach a football team. Plus I want to have a family, so I hope I get to teach my own kids at the same time,” said Carey genuinely. “I really want to have kids some day.”
“Okay,” smiled Lexi. “Kyle, you had a rough start this year.”
Kyle laughed. He had gotten drunk in the beginning of the year and pissed on the car belonging to the Dallas Cowboy coach. Our coach almost cut him from the team, but fortunately it was early enough in the year to blow over.
“Yeah, I know,” laughed Kyle. “Like I said, coach wouldn’t start me because I was late, but I had to take care of my moms. She was sick.”
“Now I want to phrase this delicately…”
“It’s okay.”
“Has she completed her rehab treatment?”
Kyle looked away. It was a sensitive subject for him.
“She still has 41 days to go,” he explained. “It’s not easy. She had a tough life. I’m just glad I’m making enough money so I can help her and my siblings.”
I’ve seen Kyle interviewed by a lot of people about this. Most them can’t handle one of these questions without getting too personal and rude, but this girl— it was like effortless to her to thread the needle. Amazing.
The food arrived not long thereafter, so we took a break. My plate contained a lot of tofu, edamame and faux-everything, but it was delicious. I saw Carey and Lexi’s sea urchin appetizer and it looked like some kind of snot to me. Kyle, as always, was a vacuum cleaner when it came to food. Put something in front of him and poof, it was gone. I gave him a few pieces of my dinner to try. I don’t think he even tasted it really, it just disappeared down the garbage disposal mouth of his.
At some point, Lexi got up to use the restroom and we had a chance to evaluate our progress mid-game. Typical football players, right?
“Now would be a good time for you guys to excuse yourselves and take an early night,” suggested Carey. “There’s no shame in losing to the best.”
“And that would be me,” I suggested. “Bow out gracefully, champ.”
“Oh, I forgot. Mr. Shirt is here,” scoffed Carey.
Kyle just laughed. He had run out of food and was going back to eating edamame beans from the appetizer. I decided to go on the attack a little.
“Kyle, buddy, she obviously doesn’t dig you,” I suggested. “I mean, she handled those questions well, but she wasn’t making eyes at you like she was at me.”
“Are you crazy?” said Kyle. “She’s been all business since we’ve got here.”
“Not to me,” I insisted. “There is definitely a vibe.”
“The only vibe is in her panties, for me,” insisted Carey.
Lexi abruptly returned. Carey wasn’t sure if she overheard that last remark. I twisted the knife.
“Tch, Carey, that was so vulgar,” I said, concerned.
“What is? I didn’t hear you,” admitted Lexi.
“I was just telling these guys a dirty story about Jackson in Phoenix, back in the day,” explained Carey.
In an attempted to pillory Carey, I ended up setting him up for the worst story about me, ever.
“Go ahead, please,” said Lexi, now riveting her attention on Carey.
“Oh, no,” I said, embarrassed.
“So Jackson’s a rookie on the road in Arizona and they make him share a room with Harold Jamar. Hugest guy in the league. Center. 6’ 8”, four hundred pounds, right? Him and Jackson go out for a post game meal at some Tex Mex place. They both get sick, but Harold gets in the bathroom first,” tells Carey, laughing the whole time.
“Well, Jackson had to go and there was only one stall!” added Kyle.
Lexi was laughing. I was beginning to think this story was a plus for me, even though originally I’d been embarrassed by it.
“I’m really sick from the food, but the smell is making it worse. The whole hotel is booked, I have no other place to go,” I added. “Harold knows it and is just sitting there taking his sweet time— I knew he was done.”
“So this crazy motherfucker charges in there and tackles Harold off the toilet,” laughed Carey.
“Oh, my God!” laughed Lexi. “Now that’s desperation.”
“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 dating, 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.
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br /> “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.)
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