Romance: SPORTS ROMANCE: The First Half (Bad Boy Alpha Male College Football Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance)

by Nicole Chance

  I reached down to feel his hard cock. I took it in my hand, feeling how thick it was and how the blood was pumping through it, making it harder with each pulsation. I slid my hand up and down his cock, feeling every inch of it, the way that his head was shaped and the length of it. It was nicely sized and had a slight upward curve, which made my lips curve upward as I fantasized about how it would hit my g-spot. The thought alone was turning me on, making me even wetter.

  After a while of acquainting ourselves with each other’s genitals, I reached over to the nightstand to get a condom. I was eager and ready to go. My pussy was nice and wet as I felt him finger me, sliding his fingers all around my pussy, softly messaging with moisture.

  “Oh, Are you sure?” Brad asked when he saw the condom.

  “Yes,” I smiled, thankful for his consideration to ask me for my complete consent. Yes. My eyes widened.

  “Hold on a second,” he said, grinning devilishly as he slid down my body so that his face was close to my pussy. He slowly began to lick my clit and suck on it gently. I moaned, loving the pleasure. He slipped his finger into my pussy while licking away. I gasped with surprised pleasure. Everything that he was doing to me felt so good. But, I was eager for something larger than a finger. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up toward me.

  We kissed as he took the condom and rolled it onto his hard cock. He rubbed his tip around my clitoris, teasing my pussy, which was wet for his cock, and I yearned for it to be inside of me. I moaned as he teased me, almost slipping his cock into me, but pulling it away at the last second.

  Finally, with a hard thrust, he slid his cock into me, and I couldn’t help but moan louder than before. He smiled at my pleasure and his own. He began grinding his hips against mine, feeling the depth of my pussy. I grinded my hips right back, desperately feeling the pleasure and wanting more all the time.

  He began fucking me slowly, teasing me again by slipping his cock in and out of me so that I could feel the ridged head of his cock create friction against my opening. I lay there, taking it in, and letting him take control of me. The way he was fucking me was so hot, and I just wanted to let it wash over me and take it all in for a moment. He grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs up; I put my legs against his shoulder so that he could get as deep inside me as possible.

  Our lovemaking was slow and passionate, but just building up to the rougher stuff. I loved fucking like that; it just made the orgasm so much better. We went on like that for a while, running our hands over each other’s bodies and grinding our hips together.

  Then, suddenly, Brad swallowed hard and switched gears. He began really fucking me, and fast. I reached down and began rubbing my clit, which Brad thought was incredibly hot. With this new level of hotness, Brad began fucking faster, deeper, swaying his hips so that his cock could touch every part of my pussy. It felt so good for both of us. We had been fucking for quite some time by this point and both of us were getting closer to cumming.

  I was moaning loudly, rubbing my clitoris faster and unable to prevent myself from squirming around on the soft bed. Suddenly, I felt myself seizing with an orgasm.

  “Ooooh, oh oh oh,” I moaned, thrashing my body around, unable to control myself. Brad fucked me harder, wanting me to get off as hard as possible, but it made him even closer, too. He could feel my orgasm, the way that my pussy was contracting and pulsating around his thick cock. With every pulsation, he could feel the tightness of my pussy just getting tighter.

  Once he was sure that we had both cum completely, he gave me one last thrust before pulling out. But, upon pulling out, he noticed something.

  “Oh my god…” he said, visibly upset.

  He was staring down at his crotch wide-eyed, mouth agape.

  “What?” I snapped. Brad looked up at me, a look of abject horror on his face, a stark contrast from just one moment previously.

  “The… condom came off,” he said. My flushed face drained and turned white. I was speechless. “Are you on… birth control?” he asked.

  “…No,” I said slowly, hundreds of thoughts flashing through my mind. “It’ll be okay… I’ll take care of it.”

  “Do you want to get some Plan B?” he asked, concerned for me.

  “Yeah, I’ll get it tomorrow,” I said upon realizing that this was the best option at this point, “But,” I said, more relaxed, “hey, let’s not worry about it right now.”

  “Okay…” he said. “Well, that was some pretty great sex anyway,” he said smirking.

  “Oh god… it so was,” I said as I lay back on the bed, feeling the soft sheets on my bare skin. He lay down next to me and kissed my gently.

  We lay in bed for a while, just talking and cuddling. After some time passed, it was getting late, so Brad left me to contemplate the event which had just transpired: the great things that happened with Brad, my attraction to him and his mutual attraction to me, but also… that condom. I wasn’t too worried about it, but still the thought plagued the whole back of my mind.

  Chapter 4

  The next day just so happened to be the day of Brad’s party. I was looking forward to it, but also very nervous to be around Brad’s friends. They just weren’t really my type of people.

  Nonetheless, I got ready for the party, putting on a nice black dress and painting red lipstick onto my lips so that it looked like it was right out of the ‘20s. I rolled my stockings up my smooth legs, feeling the thin nylon caress every detail of my legs, hoping that later Brad would do the same.

  I don’t have a car, so I settled for taking the bus. On the bus, I patiently read a book that I had brought along for the ride, and as a back up in case the party stunk.

  When I got there, the lawn in front of his house was sprinkled with jocks and hot bimbos, every last one holding a red Solo cup, variously smoking and drinking, laughing loudly and conversing drunkenly. A typical college party.

  Bracing myself, I walked across the lawn to the front door and opened it to see a house packed with masculine men and feminine women. I snaked my way around the mass of people to the kitchen where there was a little more breathing room. I was looking for Brad the whole time, but couldn’t seem to find him in the thick crowd of people.

  Luckily, I found alcohol in the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. I sipped on it, looking around and feeling like the only person who wasn’t talking to someone or standing around in a group of people. I felt alone, but didn’t mind too much. I was just observing at this point.

  “Excuse me,” some random jock said to me, pointing toward the alcohol, which I was blocking.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, quickly moving out of his way. I was just sort of absently looking around with my back to the refrigerator vaguely looking for Brad.

  “So, how’s your night going?” he asked me, looking me up and down.

  “Huh? Oh, it’s alright,” I said, grimacing as he made it apparent that he was objectifying my body as clearly as he was able.

  “Did it hurt?” he said in a sleazy way. He placed his palm on the top corner of the refrigerator, leaning in towards me. I knew exactly where this was going and had no patience for it as I heard these words from him “when you fell from heaven” so loudly that they totally drowned out the roar of the party.

  “You know, I actually didn’t fall from heaven. I crawled out from hell,” I said with a genuinely informative seeming attitude, rolling my eyes and rolling out from under his propped up arm to leave. I would have left at that moment without confrontation, but he grabbed my wrist, digging his fingers into my skin. I felt a fury rising inside of me. Like I said, I was versed in aikido. To my surprise, my training set off an alarm inside of me, which triggered an immediate reaction to this dork; I took his wrist and with a single, fluid, swift movement, he was on the ground! He had no idea how he had gone from standing to laying in front of the refrigerator in the blink of an eye.

  “Fuck you,” I said sternly as I turned on my heel and walked off. I was
totally pissed off at this point, but almost ready to crack a smile as I thought about what I’d just done. I really laid this guy out! When I went to parties with friends in the past, this kind of thing never happened. My friends weren’t total sleazebags and we were raised with some class. I stormed out of the house, fury embodied. But, felt really pretty good about kicking this jock’s ass.

  As I stomped along the front yard, Brad saw me and ran to catch up with me.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he asked.

  “I’m going home,” I said angrily.

  “How come? The party’s just starting,” he said. I could tell he was drunk already as I smelled the alcohol on his breath.

  “Because I was just sexually harassed by one of your ‘friends,’” I said angrily using air quotes.

  “What? What are you talking about?”

  “One of your goddamn buddies tried to hit on me and hurt my wrist,” I said curtly, raising my reddened wrist.

  “Oh come on, don’t overreact.”

  “Overreact? OVERREACT? Overreact to someone not respecting a woman’s boundaries and treating them like they’re some carbon copies of every other woman who may have reacted positively to a shitty pick up line? Oh you’re so right, I’m overreacting because I’m upset about the ritual objectification of women.”

  “Woah, it’s just a party,” Brad said, failing to cool me off.

  “Fuck you. I thought you were better than that,” I said. By this point, I had enough. I was smart, and considered myself to be an educated feminist; I knew I didn’t deserve this kind of crap.

  Without giving Brad another chance to hurt me further than he already had, I turned and walked away.

  As I sat at the bus stop, I was stewing with rage. How dare he defend that douche bag?

  I went home, flopped down on my bed and took my shoes off, throwing them across the room. I decided I would no longer have anything to do with Brad. If he hadn’t said those things, I would have been fine with Brad. I just would have avoided being around his friends, which I probably would have ended up doing anyway.

  I spent the weekend burying myself in my studies, ignoring and trying to forget everything about Brad Pearson. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.

  It was about four days after we had sex that I remembered about Plan B. As soon as I remembered, I rushed to the store to buy it. The box said that it would be most effective if taken in the first 72 hours… I was a day late. I just prayed it would work; it was my only shot.

  Chapter 5

  When Tuesday came, the day that Brad and I shared a class, I reluctantly went to class. I even thought about skipping class, which was something that I never done – unless I was really sick or it was some sort of emergency. But I gathered up the courage and went to class. I saw Brad already sitting down and curtly walked to the other side of the room to take a seat, avoiding eye contact and looking straight ahead. I even avoided looking at him throughout the entire class in case we accidentally made eye contact.

  He tried to approach me after class, but I was resolute. Making sure I was the first person to leave the class, I walked out quickly as soon as the teacher dismissed class, and made sure to avoid Brad Pearson.

  I was still pissed. I felt like he was defending his friend who treated me badly. If he was so keen to defend a friend who treated women like that, I figured that Brad might also be that type of man. Perhaps he hadn’t treated me like that because I was ‘different than other girls’ as he had said (probably just some corny line). But what about the other girls? How did he treat them? I didn’t want to know.

  After a couple of classes, I was still ignoring Brad. He kept trying to call me and left me two messages trying to apologize.

  However, I bit my lip trying to figure out if they were sincere and ended up ignoring the messages completely. When he left a third, I considered responding. He wouldn’t be trying this hard if he just thought of me as a piece of ass. And he did seem nice the other times we hung out. I was conflicted and didn’t know what to do. Not only that, but there was the added pressure of whether or not the Plan B would work.

  I started worrying when my period didn’t come when it was supposed to. My cycle was very regular and I usually knew the exact date it would start. A few days later, my stomach started feeling funny. I hardly ever threw up but now found myself rushing to the bathroom between classes.

  I knew that it was time to talk to Brad. I couldn’t do this on my own; I couldn’t even go to the store and get a pregnancy test because I was so scared. Unsure of what else to do, I called Brad up.

  “Hello?” he answered the phone.

  “Hi,” I said, trying not to audibly cry while on the phone with him.

  “How are you?”

  “Um. I’ve been better. Do you think you could come over and talk?” I said. My heart was beating fast.

  “Yeah, sure,” he said, thinking I was calling to give him a second chance, “I’ll be over in like ten minutes, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said. We both hung up. I sat on my couch, blanket wrapped around me, eyes closed, sobbing, waiting for him.

  When he knocked on the door, I got up, wiping the snot and tears from my face. We sat down together on the couch. Brad could see that I was upset.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked. He was genuinely concerned and I could see that.

  “No,” I said shaking my head, “I think I’m pregnant.” He sat, looking at me seriously for about two beats, processing the information.

  “Have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asked.

  “No, I’m too scared to on my own,” I said, putting my hand to my face to hide my potential tears. Brad scooted closer to me on the couch and wrapped his arms around me.

  “It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure this out together,” he whispered comfortingly. His comforting attitude just made me want to cry even more. This wasn’t what I had pictured.

  “Okay.”

  “Do you want me to go to the store and get one?” I just nodded my head, unable to speak and grateful for his offer. “Do you want to come with me or stay here?”

  “I’ll stay here,” I said. The thought of getting up and facing the world with my face red and puffy sounded like the least appealing thing right now.

  “Okay. I’ll be back in a little bit,” Brad said, squeezing me in his arms. Not stopping him, I wrapped my arms tightly around him and pulled him close to me.

  “Thanks,” I whispered. Hugging me back and holding me tightly for a moment, he let me go, kissed me on the forehead, and left.

  While he was gone, I drank two cups of water and contemplated the way he reacted. His reaction was much better than I imagined the way most people would react.

  His reaction wasn’t that of a womanizing douchelord, I thought, maybe he is all right.

  When he came back, I immediately grabbed the test from him; my bladder was about to burst and I was ready to take it. I rushed to the bathroom, peed on the stick and set it down to wait for the results. Before I knew what it would say, I left the bathroom to talk to Brad.

  “Thanks for getting that for me,” I said.

  “It’s not a problem,” he said. I smiled gratefully.

  We both sat on the couch, waiting.

  “You know, if it’s positive, I’ll be there for whatever you want to do,” he said, glowing kindness.

  “Thanks,” I said, surprised but truly grateful.

  “Hey, I just want to say that I’m really sorry about that party. I’ve been feeling really bad about it and you were right to be upset,” he said. I smiled, a joyous tear falling from my eye. I pulled his face towards mine again and hungrily kissed him. I was grateful for his apology.

  “That means a lot to me,” I said. He really was a nice guy and that’s why he had been calling me.

  “And, I’m not just saying that because of the situation.”

  “I know,” I said. My heart had turned cold after the party,
but once again, I was warming up again, more quickly than when I had first met him.

  The timer startled us as it went off, and we both jumped up, holding hands as we walked into the bathroom together. I was nervous and bit my lip.

  “Would you look first?” I said. He picked it up as I turned my back nervously.

  “Well, it’s positive,” he said, monotone.

  My stomach sunk, but I was also strangely glad. I had already thought about abortion, and just didn’t think I could go through with it. I had always wanted to be a mother and I was about to graduate.

  I sighed, overwhelmed, as I put my back against the wall and slid down with my head in my hands. Brad sat down on the bathroom floor with me, putting his hand on my thigh.

  “It’s going to be okay,” he comforted, a genuinely reassuring tone in his voice.

  “I don’t want to get an abortion,” I said abruptly, taking my hands away from my face. Brad didn’t look surprised.

  “Okay,” he nodded, “We can do this.” He squeezed my thigh, accepting what was to come.

  Overcome with his kindness, I pulled him towards me, passionately kissing him. He was surprised, but kissed back, sinking into my embrace.

  We talked about it later on and Brad honestly was pretty attracted to the concept of being a father, even though all of this hadn’t totally sunken in. Sure, he hadn’t expected to be a father this soon, … it may have seemed rushed, but it felt right to both of us. He seemed like he would be a good partner to raise a child with, and he really did feel for me.

  He kissed me back and I slid my hands along his body, feeling the man that had helped to form the embryo inside of me.