by PN Books
She licked her lips and began rubbing around Cara’stight asshole.
Cara immediately felt shockwaves of pleasure.
“Oh yeah, play with my ass. That feels so good. Please put your fingers in it. As many as –”
Her words were cut short. Lauren had heard all she needed to hear. She thrust two sweat-slicked fingers directly into Cara’s asshole while keeping her mouth tightly clamped down on the swollen clit. It wasn't long before Lauren felt Cara’s juices spilling out of her. She sucked and slurped and licked greedily at the fluids, and continued pushing her fingers in and out of hertight, but slowly loosening, asshole.
Suddenly the door opened. A tall figure stood in the doorway. Cody Zeller. The quarterback. Cara's fiancé.
“What the fuck?” He said.
After staring at both Lauren and Cara, for what seemed like forever, looking up and down their glistening bodies with disgust, Cody mumbled something under his breath, turned his back on them, and slammed the door shut as he left the room.
“What have I done?” Cara said, dropping her head in her hands. “He's going to kill me.”
She began sobbing, her body heaving up and down.
For a few moments, Lauren stared at her without knowing what to do. The two women hardly knew each other. This was so strange. So unlike anything that had ever happened to her. But she couldn't just sit there and watch this young womanwith whom she'd exchanged kisses and sucks and nibbles and licks for the past hour suffering without doing something.
"It's okay," Lauren said, putting her arm around Cara's shoulder. “Don't worry about him."
"What?" Cara’s eyes were red and desperate. “Get away from me,” she said, pushing Lauren.
Lauren fell back. Her head banged against the floor. But the real bruise, the real blow was delivered to her ego. What the hell was wrong with this woman? How dare some stupid cheerleader treat her like this?
"What the hell is your problem?"Lauren asked. "We were having so much fun. Why do you have to go ruining it by being a bitch?”
“Just stay away from me,” Cara said. “I'm not a fucking lesbian. Just stay away from me.”
“Bitch,” Lauren said, just before Cara stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
For the next hour, Lauren sat on the floor of the sauna trembling with rage, salty streams running down her cheeks.
*****
When Lauren got home later that day, she still hadn't recovered from the shock and sting toher ego and pride. She knew that wasn't her only problem. They’d been caught red handed, hand in the cookie jar, tongue in cunt, finger in ass, pumping and licking, by the team's most important and highest paid player, the star quarterback.
A different kind of guy, one with more imagination and less ego, might've joined them, may have stripped off the towel, began stroking his hard dick, pre-cum already oozing from the tip, before he sauntered across the room and got in on the fun.
Lauren wasn't sure how she would've felt about a male participant. Big swinging dicks, sweaty hairy balls, and assholes really weren’t her thing. Yet even if he had joined in and made things a little bit uncomfortable for Lauren, she would've much preferred that to her current position.
Cody wasn't the type of egomaniacal, self-obsessed, arrogant asshole to let someone mess around with his woman. Especially not the kicker. Especially not some “dike” as he might have called her.
To rebuild his ego, he would probably goout on a woman and booze binge for the next 48 hours. And he would be sure to pose for plenty of pictures in front of the paparazzi, arm wrapped around some sexy, dimwitted twenty-something, perfectly willing to be used for whatever purpose this most desirable of men designated for her.
“What an asshole!” Lauren said with disgust and bitterness. And then her thoughts turned even more bitter. No matter what he didto Cara, what kind of abuse he heaped upon her, verbal or physical, how many threats or wild accusations or fists he hurled at her, she’d end up staying with him. And of course, like most straight women, she’dsay it's because she loves him. Bullshit! She’d heard that before, far too many times to still believe it.
For a long time, Lauren paced around her apartment, gnawing at her fingernails. A bad habit she’d picked up from her father. There was so much at stake. This was a time when the only thing she needed to be worrying about was making sure she didn’t get cut from the team and she was worrying herself sick about a relationship. Relationship?
“What a joke!” She said out loud. Was she really falling that hard for some blonde bimbo, Valley girl cheerleader who liked spreading her legs and maybe even her ass for the quintessential, blue-blooded, blonde hair, green-eyed quarterback?
Yes, that's exactly what she was doing. Or maybe it was her strong, stubborn will that wouldn't let her except how the encounter between them had ended.
There was no telling what heights of pleasure they could have ascended together, how many times they would've made each other swoon and orgasm uncontrollably, how long they would have been laying on the floor of the sauna, panting, sweating, tired limbs intertwined.
But all that had been ended in an instant, snapped away from them.
For the next couple days, in the lead-up to the game in New York, Lauren tried as best she could to keep her mind entirely focused on football. And when the practice was over she spent as little time as possible in the training facility for fear that she may run into Cara. The anger, the stinging pain, she'd initially felt had subsided somewhat, only to be replaced by a lingering sadness, a melancholythat seemed to make itself felt whenever she stopped pushing her body to the max, focusing her mind on a football-specific task. That's why even when she came home from practice, she watched game film of other kickers. Of course, all of them were men. That didn't bother her. Not at all. The only thing that mattered was mastering her craft, improving every day, every day moving closer and closer to mastery. She paid special attention to the last-minute pressure kicks.
She knew that she would get another opportunity, another chance to show that she belonged, that she could be counted on in the most important moments. She would kick the ball straight through uprights. She would be the hero.
She was actually looking forward to the trip to New York, until she remembered the ridiculous bit of playacting that her PR agency expected from her, once she arrived.
Walk around the city with a male model or athlete, or maybe just a regular guy, pose for pictures, smile, hold hands, talk about how great things are going, how much they care for each other. What a joke! A sick,stupid, dishonest joke!
What really hurt her was that the joke was on her. She was the one being mocked and manipulated. She wasn't good enough as she was. The fact that she’d become incredibly skilled at her craft, the fact that she was a serious professional committed to improving every day, didn't count for much. At least, it didn't seem to.
Nope, none of that would matter.
Image. Branding. Popularity.
The night before the flight across the country to New York, Lauren tossed and turned in her bed, her mind tormented by a flood of images.
She woke up the next morning, cranky, annoyed, and sore. And most importantly still tired. The next few days would be some of the most difficult of her life. She'd be tiptoeing through about a battlefield streamed with landmines, while missiles whistled in the air overhead,en route for her skull. There had to be a way out of this. She felt foolish for having wasted so much time arguing and feeling sorry for herself because of the position her PR agency was putting her through. She should've spent that time figuring out some sort of way to slip through this trap.
The team plane finally touched down in New York on Thursday. All throughout the flight, Lauren had done her best not to make eye contact with either Cara or Cody. They were doing their usual petting, kissing and calling each other by ridiculous nicknames. Putting on a show for all to see. The guys on the team had learned to block all that stuff out. For the most part, Lauren w
asn't bothered by it either, at least until she and Cara hooked up in the sauna.
Now everything was different. Now she could hear every single word between them, reverberating in her years, jackhammering her skull, stinging her, filling her with jealousy and anger. When the plane finally landed, she was panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat. She wanted nothing more than to strip off her clothes, start screaming like a banshee, rush down the aisle, jump on top of both Cara and Cody, beating them with her fists until they cried out in pain until they admitted that they were liars and cowards.
*****
Lauren went straight up to her hotel room and plopped down on the bed. All the emotions that she’d experienced for the last couple of hours had completely exhausted her. She didn't have any energy to go out that night, despite how bad her PR agency wanted her to walk around town with some peacock, strutting before the cameras, posing and preening and pretending. That's what they wanted her to do. Bullshit. She slammed her fists against the mattress several times, then buried her head in a pillow as she screamed.
This shit was driving her crazy. There was no way that she’d be able to go through with this charade of a date.
The call would be coming any minute. They hadn’t even told her who the guy was, what he did, what he looked like, what they were supposed to talk about. What they were supposed to do. They had left her completely in the dark since that early morning Skype meeting. She hadn't heard anything from them.
She couldn’t help feeling that they had no respect for her craft, no regard for how important concentration was to a kicker, of all players. She was finally able to fall asleep, only to be woken several minutes later by the ringing of her phone.
She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “This is it,” she said out loud. “This is fucking it.”
The phone rang and rang and rang again. She was about to let it go to voicemail. But she decided that would only make things worse. She wouldn't run from this. She would face it head on. It had gone on long enough. She was ready. She would tell the world who she was and she would stop pretending and hiding, just because the sponsors didn't want to find out that they'd given a $15 million contract to a dike. That's what he'd said. That asshole.
Well, too bad. She didn't care if she lost every single last one of those endorsement deals. She would tell the world who she was. She would live out her real life.
She looked at the name and number on the phone. Yes, it was Cindy, her hypocritical publicist who had a fetishfor18-year-old artsy girls.
“Hello, Cindy,” Lauren said, the edge and anger seeping through her voice. “I don't know what you're going to tell me and I don't know what guy you chose for me. But I'm not going out with him. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Cindy said on the other end.
“What?” Lauren said, shocked, disbelieving the answer she'd heard. That certainly was not the answer that she’d expected to hear. No way. Not in a million years.
“Lauren, we've had a lot of discussions over the last few days,” Cindy said. “And we decided that we’re not going to have you go out with a man.”
“But I still have to stay in the closet?” Lauren said. “Isn't that right?”
There was a moment of silent tension. Lauren heard what sounded like tears and sobbing on the other end. What was going on? She wasn't sure. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing did. It was all so confusing.
“Cindy,” Lauren said, her voice suddenly full of empathy. “Is everything okay?”
Now the sobbing became more audible.
Cindy sniffled. It sounded like she was wiping the tears away, trying to get control of her emotions.
“Everything's okay,” Cindy said, the words barely getting out of her choked up throat. “No, it's not. No, everything is not all right.”
For the next half an hour, Lauren listened as compassionately as she could as Cindy told her the pain she’d experienced lately. She'd been dumped by three consecutive young lovers. She felt old and washed up, no longer attractive. She just wanted to play that Mama lesbian role. The young women that she desired, the women that she craved and obsessed over, continued to dump her once they found someone younger and fresher.
“I'm really sorry to hear that,” Lauren said. “I know it can be so difficult to be alone. Really really difficult.”
“I know,” Cindy said. “And that's why I couldn't have you go around pretending anymore to be someone that you're not. Denying yourself the love that is out there. There are so many women that are inspired by you. That look up to you. That want to fuck you.”
Both women burst out laughing. It felt good. Lauren felt the week’s tension, anger and angst leaving her body. It felt so good to laugh.
“Are you dating anyone?” Cindy asked.
Lauren smiled and shook her head.
“How about we get together after the game on Sunday? Lauren asked.
*****
The big game had finally arrived. The Meadowlands. New York. The stadium was the biggest and loudest that Lauren had ever been in. The Giants were one of the best teams in the league. For threequarters, the teams went back and forth, trading the lead. It was probably going to come down to the last play of the game. Tensions were high on the sidelines. Everyone knew the importance of this game. If they wanted to keep their chances of making the playoffs, then they would have to win this game.
In the middle of the fourth quarter, it looked as if they were going to take a decisive ten-point lead. It was third down and seven yards to go. They didn’t really need the first down. They were already within field goal range. It would be a chip shot for Lauren. She couldn’t wait to run out on the field and knock the ball through the uprights, straight through. She would be the hero. They would hoist her on their shoulders and carry her off the field.
She closed her eyes, smiled, and took several deep breaths. A loud roar from the crowd startled her. She opened her eyes. Oh shit!
Cody had thrown an interception in the end zone and the Giants were about to run it for a TOUCHDOWN!
The game was tied. Cody had blown it. He stormed back to the sideline and threw his helmet down.
Cara watched him out of the corner of her eye. She could see him comingtoward her, his face red with rage.
She moved out of the way to let him pass. Then she felt something pulling on her arm, jerking her to the side. Cody’s muscular hand was wrapped around her arm.
“What are you doing?” She said. “Let go of me.”
She tried to jerk free but he only held her tighter.
He glared at her, eyes boring into her skull. “If you fuck up today,” he said. “I swear to God you’ll never play another game in this league again. You understand that?”
Lauren’s lips quivered with rage. She didn't lower her eyes. Didn't back down. She wasn't afraid of him.
“Cody, stop that,” Cara yelled, dropping her pom-poms and rushing towards them, her breasts bouncing up and down. She had a desperate, worried look on her face. She tried to put herself in between Cody and Lauren.
“Get the hell away from here,” Cody said menacingly.
“No,” Cara replied.
“What?”
Cody seemed stunned by her defiance, her unwillingness to submit. Cara jerked Lauren's arm away from him and the two women walked off while some of the other players surrounded Cody. He pushed and shoved, cursed, groaned and grunted, screamed out bitch and lesbian and dike, until some of the guys finally got him to sit down and shut up.
“Are you okay?” Cara asked.
Lauren didn't know what to make of this changed attitude. Was it real? Did she actually feel bad? Those were questions for another time. Today she had a very important job to do.
“I'm okay,” Lauren said, touching her arm and grimacing, looking at the finger imprints that Cody had put on her.
“He’s such an asshole,” Cara said.
Lauren smirked. “Then why are you with him?” Lauren asked.
Cara lo
oked away, brushed a strong strand of blonde hair behind her ear, then she covered her mouth. Lauren reached out and put her hand under her chin.
“I'm sorry that things didn't work out differently for us,” Lauren said.
Cara looked up, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to wipe them away, tried to gain control of her emotions.
“What do you mean?” Cara asked. “Can’t we still work things out? Isn’t there still a chance?”
“No, baby, I don't think you're the one for me,” Lauren said and smiled warmly.
Those words didn't come out easily. It was hard being alone. She needed someone,but this blonde Valley Girl cheerleader wasn’t the one. She was fun. She was hot. But she wasn't the one. She wasn't the type of woman who would really challenge her and hold her interests. When would she find that woman?
“Pulkowski!” Coach Matthews yelled.
Lauren's eyes shot open wide. She smiled.
“Sorry, gotta go,” she said, reaching out and kissing Cara on the lips. She strapped on her helmet, rolled her neck, and flexed her arms and legs. She was ready. This is what she'd been waiting for. The chance to redeem herself.
“TIMEOUT! TIMEOUT!”
Whistles sounded and the referees ran onto the field waving their arms over their heads.
The Giants had called a timeout. It was a common practice, a rather effective way of rattling the nerves of the kicker, giving them just a bit more time to worry and fret over the game-deciding kick.
The longer Lauren had to wait, the more nervous she became. She tried to go through her visualization exercises, tried as hard as she could,but it was so difficult to concentrate. She felt like her emotions were pulling her in so many different directions. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, hoping for, dreaming of. It was here. They went back out onto the field.
Everyone lined up. Lauren got into position. Arms at her sides, right leg in front, knees slightly bent.