I shake my head.
“You’ve got to tell him,” she says.
“I know,” I say. “But…”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll do it when the time is right,” says my mom. “All right,” she says, setting down her tea and clapping her hands together. “So we’re going to the game or what? I can’t wait to see Jeff crush Seattle and that cocky Dylan Knight.”
“Is he really that bad?” I say. “I thought he was supposed to be like the smart quarterback or something. He’s always quoting obscure poetry when they interview him.”
My mom shrugs her shoulders. “All I know is The Rabbits our are rivals and we’ve got to crush them.”
“I wish I’d inherited your enthusiasm for football,” I say.
“Come on, honey,” says my mom, gathering my things for me, and taking Mia from my arms.
We drive over in my car and stop by Joanne’s house on the way over to the stadium.
“Where’s everyone else?” I say, as Joanne gets into the car.
“Jason’s sick again with the flu,” says Joanne, buckling her seat belt. “He’s staying at home with the kid.”
She looks tired and worn out from the pains of motherhood, and she’s a full time mother, unlike me. I wonder suddenly not how she does it, but how I do it?
How have I not collapsed yet from the stress?
The tickets are waiting for us at the box office. A young man with tattoos, completely decked out in The Tanks sports gear, leads us up into our private box.
“Holy shit,” I say, after he leaves, closing the door behind him. “I’ve never been someplace this luxurious. This is like a fancy restaurant”
“And they’ve got all this free stuff!” says Joanne, perking up at the sight of all the beer and pretzels and lobsters and even caviar.
“This is the life,” says my mom, still cradling Mia in her arms.
We get to chatting, and we wouldn’t have even noticed that the game started, except that my mom is apparently such a die hard fan she couldn’t help glancing over at the field through the window every thirty seconds.
It turns out it’s kind of hard to watch it from the window, so instead we sit on comfy couches with glasses of wine and watch the game on TV. Kind of absurd to be watching the game like this, but, hey, I’d rather be up here than down in the stands with their hard backs and broken plastic bottoms, cups of beer being spilled everywhere all the time.
“This is an important play,” says my mom. “Jeff’s team needs to get a touchdown during this play or the whole thing’s over.”
“What?” I say. “I don’t understand. Don’t they get a lot of chances?”
“Sorry, honey,” says my mom. “But I’m not going to be able to explain the entire game to you before the play starts. And we need to see what happens.”
I settle back, with Mia clutched against me.
It’s amazing to me how little she cries. She must be the most well behaved baby there ever was. She’s sucking on the bottle of my milk that I’m holding.
To my surprise, I’m concentrating completely on the game.
Jeff looks amazingly hot, wearing his football gear. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him play in a game, let alone wear his football gear.
The TV cameras zoom in on his face, partially obscured by his helmet. But the concentration and fierce dedication that he applies to the game comes through in his entire posture, his stance. Every moment he makes seems perfectly coordinated, perfectly intentional.
“Holy shit,” yells my mom.
Something’s happening in the game. I’m not totally sure what it is.
Jeff’s throwing the ball. People are rushing at him I guess to tackle him.
Shame I don’t know a thing about football.
I do know Jeff looks hot as hell though. I wonder what he’s doing after the game? Maybe my mom or Joanne will take Mia again, and Jeff and I can finish what we started the other night.
For the remainder of the game, I become so enthralled in watching Jeff that I forget about my problems with Fred completely. So what if I’m going to lose my job? It doesn’t seem important right now.
What seems important right now is that The Tanks win, and beat The Seattle Rabbits into a pulp.
This Dylan Knight is somewhat sexy himself, but he’s nothing compared to Jeff Tallborne. Jeff has a cockier way of standing and moving his body.
Dylan Knight is calmer, and he seems more arrogant to me. I guess I don’t know him like I know Jeff, though.
Aside from football, the only thing I can think about is Jeff fucking me like crazy tonight. Maybe that’s what I need to get away from my problems: Jeff’s cock.
“They’ve won,” cries my mom, jumping up in the air and clapping her hands. We’ve been facing the TV, but now she turns around and faces the glass window to see the game in person.
I get up, carefully holding Mia against me, and look out to the stadium. From the sound of it, everyone is going crazy. It’s a home game, so over half the stadium is filled with The Tanks fans, and they’re jumping up wildly and yelling.
“We’re going to the playoffs now,” cries my mom.
That’s good right? I don’t want to sound too stupid, so I don’t say it out loud. I honestly have no idea whether we were in the playoffs last year or not.
Unlike my mom and Joanne, I turn back to the TV to see Dylan up close, with his helmet off, drenched in sweat, his hair wet and his face shining with the victory.
“How does it feel to win the big one?” says the interviewer.
“Good,” says Jeff. “Now I know I’m only supposed to say we played hard and did well and won, with the help of all my teammates. I mean, sure that’s all true, but I also want to give a special shout out to my main man Tom, who’s doing the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life.”
“Tom, the former player for The Tanks? Isn’t he in rehab now?”
“No comment,” says Jeff. “But the biggest shout out goes out to a special friend who’s been struggling for so long to get where she is, and I just want her to know that she means the world to me.”
My mom and Joanne must have heard Jeff on the TV, because they spin around now and give me a meaningful look.
“Here,” says my mom. “Why don’t you go see him? Give me Mia. I’ll take care of her for tonight.”
“Good luck,” says Joanne, giving me a wink.
I don’t need to be told twice. I kiss Mia on the forehead and hand her gently to my mother, who I know is going to take just as good care of her as I would.
“See you later,” I say.
I rush out of the room, running down the steps. I want to get to the field, but I don’t know how.
“How can I see Jeff Tallborne?” I say, asking a hot dog vendor, who just laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
I go down and down and further down, figuring that the dressing room is going to be the closest place to the ground.
Eventually, I find a door that’s marked “AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY.”
It won’t open, no matter how much I try to jiggle it.
All I can think about is Jeff and being with him tonight, fucking his brains out, his throbbing cock buried deep inside me.
“What’s going on?” says a beefy security guard, finally opening the door. He takes one look at me, and says, “Sorry, lady, you’re not allowed in here.”
“It’s OK,” I say. “I…I have to see Jeff Tallborne.”
“Lady, I think every woman in the stadium wants to see Jeff Tallborne right now.”
“You don’t understand,” I say, thinking quickly on my feet. I don’t know what’s come over me, since I’m not usually this risky—not at all, not in the least bit. “I’m a family friend and there’s been an accident in the family.”
“A family friend, eh?” he says, looking me up and down.
I nod my head. “I’ve got to see him
right now.”
“If you don’t let me in, it’s going to be a big problem for you,” I say, scrunching up my face, to make it look like I’ve been crying a little.
“All right,” he says. “Come on in. But make it fast.”
Make it fast? That seems like a weird thing to say to a potentially grieving family member.
I rush past him, not bothering to look back as I rush down the concrete hallway. Finally, I come to a what’s clearly the entrance to the locker room.
I hesitate for a moment. The smell of male sweat hits me like a wall. It’s hot and disgusting at the same time—I don’t know what to make of it.
Am I really going to do this? Why am I so anxious to see him? Maybe I’m worried about how I left thing wit him.
What if he’s already found some other girl? Surely everyone is going to be flocking to him after this victory, not that they aren’t all over him already.
I rush in, and am greeted by the site of a bunch of guys, the whole team basically, half dressed. Most are shirtless. Some are completely buck naked, with their cocks hanging out. A bunch more walk around just in their jock straps.
“I’m sorry,” I say, moving to cover my eyes, but I can’t quite bring myself to do it. The site isn’t that bad on the eyes, after all.
And there’s Jeff, standing in the middle, completely naked except for a pair of very tight underwear covering just the minimum that it can.
His bulge is huge around his cock.
He stands a head taller than everyone else, and he’s bigger, bulkier, with broader shoulders…not to mention more cut, with less body fat. His muscles are bulging from the effort and exertion of the gang. He’s gleaming and glistening with sweat.
I’ve never wanted him more than right now. The other men are absolutely nothing in comparison to him.
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Jeff
She’s standing there, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and she’s staring right at me.
And I’m completely naked.
This would been an ideal circumstance, except for the fact that the entire team’s standing around.
“Cover up, you assholes,” I yell. “The lady doesn’t want to see any of that crap.”
Lexi smiles at me, and looks down at the ground shyly. “I was hoping we could…hang out tonight,” she says.
“Oh yeah!” yell out all the guys. “Way to go Jeff!”
“Shut the hell up, assholes,” I say. “And get your fucking clothes on.”
“Jeez, man, aren’t you glad we won? And sounds like you’re going to have your own party tonight.” He’s eyeing Lexi up and down.
“One more look at her and I’ll knock your teeth in,” I say.
“All right, man, calm down.”
But I’ve put him in his place and he knows it.
“Come on, Lexi,” I say. “Let’s get out of here.” I’m pulling my street clothes on quickly.
I come over to her and put my arm around her back. On the way out, I turn out and call, “Oh, hey, Tanks, great fucking game! Way to destroy The Rabbits!”
“We fucking crushed them,” someone is yelling, and we walk out of the locker room to cries and yells and screams.
“Hey Jeff,” says one of the security guards. I forget his name, but I’ve seen his face before plenty of times here at the stadium. “How’s everyone in your family? Everyone all right?”
“I think so,” I say, nodding at him.
He gives me a confused look, and Lexi, to my surprise, giggles.
“What’s so funny about my family possibly being in danger?” I say.
“I told him I was a family friend and I had to see you because there was some bad family news…” I say. “How do you think I got into the locker room?”
I laugh and slide my hand down onto her ass.
She looks up at me and smiles.
“So you’re not mad at me?” I say.
“No,” she says. “You’re not mad at me?”
I shake my head.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s go have some fun.”
We cruise leisurely in my car back to my place. I don’t have any flowers or soft music on this time, but it doesn’t matter, because she jumps up on me and straddles me with her legs the second we get in the door.
I hold her up, which is surprisingly easy, despite having just played one of the toughest games of my life.
“What’d you think of the game?” I say.
“You looked fucking hot,” she says.
“That’s why you want to jump my bones all of a sudden, then? Did you even watch the game? We had some crazy plays. Honestly I can barely believe we beat The Rabbits. Dylan Knight is fucking good.”
“You’re the best, though,” she says.
“I don’t know,” I say. “Dylan’s pretty fucking good. I could learn a thing or two from him.”
“When did you get so humble?”
Meanwhile, she’s still got her legs around me and I’m holding her up. We’re talking right into each other’s faces, practically whispering.
Her whisper is hot and throaty, and her warm breath is making me excited not to mention fucking hard as a rock.
“Oh,” she says. “Look who’s waking up.”
“You didn’t watch the game?”
“I’m not much of a football fan,” she says. “I tried but I can never figure out what’s going on.”
“Now I know you’re really not into me because I’m famous.”
“Maybe I am but I just don’t know anything about the game,” she says, laughing.
It’s only funny because I know it’s not true. Not in the slightest.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so close to someone emotionally. I’m not sure if it’s even ever happened before—this is a first for me, for the famous Jeff Tallborne.
“You too tired to fuck me after the game?” she says.
I shake my head, and to show her I mean business, I kiss her on her neck like a mad man.
She moans slightly as I continue kissing, working my way down to the top of her breasts, which are just visible above her shirt.
“You’re so hot,” I say.
“That’s the best you’ve got?” she says, cackling in a funny but hot and sexy way.
“You’re sure in a good mood,” I say.
“It seems like when I’m with you all my troubles melt away,” she says.
“I feel the same way,” I say, as I walk the two of us into the bedroom. “Let’s try the bed for once,” I say.
I gently toss her onto the bed and she giggles as she lands on her back on the very plush mattress. She sinks into it. Her hair is splayed across the pillow and her breasts are sticking straight up. Her body seems to shimmer and shine with something special. She has a special power over me. I can’t resist her, not that I want to.
She sticks her legs straight out, and I take her pants by her ankles and start tugging. They’re tight, but I get them off.
She giggles as she shows off her legs to me, holding them out straight and high up in the air.
I get down on my knees and stick my face right down into her, right around her delicious pussy, which I give one slow delicate lick. She’s perfectly wet and warm. Oh fuck does she taste good, as I keep licking her, using my tongue for broad, long strokes that cover her entire pussy.
She’s squirming now, her hands going on to her breasts, which she cups. She’s taking off her shirt now, and now her bra, so that her naked breasts look beautiful as she cups them again in her hands.
“Oh fuck, Jeff,” she cries out. “Oh fuck.”
Is she coming?
It almost sounds like she is, but I keep going, and the pleasure apparently continues for her, since the noises and her writhing keep continuing.
My dick is throbbing and raging in its desire to get deep inside Lexi. Fuck, I need to be inside her, like right now. I can’t wait any l
onger.
I gently stroke my cock with my hand as I get up. Her orgasm is over. “I want you to make me come again, Jeff,” she says, in a low and sultry voice.
I get down on top of her, supporting myself with my elbows, and the very tip of the head of my swollen cock pokes between her legs. It’s lodged there, and I almost just want to start humping. Fuck, the desire is painful now. I need to be inside her or I might explode.
“Fuck me, Jeff,” she says, right into my ear, before kissing my neck and kissing me right below my ear.
Oh fuck.
I buck my hips, and my cock slides right into her without me even having to use my hands.
The pain becomes relief.
Everything feels calm as my cock sinks slowly into her. For this brief moment in my chaotic life, I’m completely at peace, with my cock buried deep within my incredibly hot lover.
There’s nothing to do but fuck. That’s what we both need to do.
I run my hands through her hair, and her eyes and head tilt back, exposing the front of her neck, which I kiss slowly and gently.
Now my hands are on her breasts, competing with her own for time with her nipples, which are rock hard.
I can’t begin to describe what it feels like for my cock to be inside her. She’s incredibly tight, just fucking gripped around my cock like nothing else has ever gripped it. But at the same time it’s warm and wet—just fucking perfect, as if it was a sheath made just for my cock, and my cock was made just for her.
The speed increases, and pretty soon I’m fucking her hard and fast. She loves it, and she’s crying out.
I’m trying to suppress my grunts and groans, because never before have I considered it manly for a man to make noise during sex, but with Lexi I just don’t give a fuck, and pretty soon I’m grunting like a fucking caveman as I pound away into her sweet body.
Oh God, it feels fucking good.
I’m almost at that point where I need to start concentrating on something un-sexy like baseball players or something so that I can ward off my orgasm until she comes too.
Actually, fuck, I’m well beyond that point. I should be slowing down or even pulling out for a moment, if I don’t want to come just yet, but I can’t. I just can’t pull out of her or even slow down for a moment. I want her too bad. I need her too bad.
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