Coming Off the Bench: A Sports Romance

by Autumn Avery

  Tommy

  Tommy

  * * *

  Holy shit, that chick was hot!

  And the look on her face when she saw the monster between my legs? Priceless!

  I’m surprised it didn’t work on her though. Most girls throw themselves at me, especially when they find out who I am. But she didn’t even seem to react when I told her what my name was. Is it possible she doesn’t know who the great Tommy Mason is?

  It was adorable watching her try to hide the fact that she was checking me out. I think she gave me the eye more than I did her – which I guess is fair considering she was wrapped in a towel and I was holding mine in my hand.

  But I could tell she had something going on underneath there. She had some cleavage going and I bet she’s got a great pair of tits under there – at least C cups. And when she beat feet away from me, I could see her ass jiggle in a way that let me know she’s got something going on there that would look great from behind with her face in the pillow and her ass up with my hands wrapped around her hips.

  I was ready to grab her and fuck her up against the wall in the shower right there. I’d wrap my hand in that long brown hair and pull her head back, stick my tongue in her mouth and fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t walk right tomorrow.

  I saw her cheeks get red when she saw my cock growing. There was no way I was going to be able to control that. I’m a young, hot-blooded male, for fuck’s sake! When I see a chick that I want, my body reacts. And I bet hers was too…

  She’d obviously just finished moving in and was sweaty. I got a whiff of her as she turned to escape, and it drove me wild. It was a mix of just a little bit of perfume and her natural scent, and I could breathe that in for hours. In fact, I’d want to fuck her in the shower stall with the water off for a while so I could get her smell in my nose and breathe her all in. I bet she smells good down there too.

  When I see a girl I like – I want to devour her. But I don’t go down on every girl. No way, Jose. That’s just not a way to live your life. Not with how many girls I go through. Wrap it and tap it and move on. Don’t go down on randoms and don’t cum inside them. But for some reason, that girl has me wondering what she smells and tastes like down there.

  I lick my lips as another girl comes around the corner.

  “Oh, shit!” She blurts out as she sees me standing there, still naked. “Tommy Mason!? You live on my floor!?”

  “That’s me, sweetheart,” I grin.

  “Fuck! Your dick is huge!”

  This one’s not shy. She looks like a party girl, the kind who would do a keg stand then fuck you in the back room on a dirty mattress. Any other time I’d grab her ass, carry her down the hall to my room, slide on a Magnum and rock her world. And she’d go for it, I can tell. But that other girl’s got my head spinning right now, and this one will have to wait.

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” I say, being a cocky little shit as I wrap my towel around my waist. I brush past her, but she makes no move to get out of my way. I feel her tits against my arm as I round the corner. She shouts after me as I step out.

  “I’m room 314!”

  “Gotcha,” I shout over my shoulder. Maybe I’ll hit it – maybe not. I mean, obviously I’m not burning any bridges here by not giving her the time of day. But to be honest, I’m a little over the sluts that throw themselves at you. I need a challenge, and it seems like this new girl might be just that.

  What’s her name?

  She wouldn’t tell me. Well – not that she wouldn’t, she just didn’t have a chance to. Did she know she was blushing redder than a tomato? She must. So cute. I wonder what her orgasm face looks like.

  I step into the hall and look in both directions. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t live on my side of the hall. Most of those rooms are already moved in, so she must be on the other end. I could go door to door and knock, I suppose, but just as I’m contemplating my options, I hear Joey’s voice behind me.

  “Ayo, Tommy! Let’s go already!? The fuck’s the problem!?”

  Joey’s ready to get to the party down at Dover House. It’s a wild fucking spot off campus that I can’t believe anyone actually lives in. Basically, it’s a row of shitty condos where people party every single night. And I’m not talking about your average dorm party with a few drinks and your buddies.

  I’m talking about wild, wild shit you think only goes down in movies. People fucking on the dance floor, people blacked out on the lawn in the morning, fights, people stripping down and running around out of their minds on drugs. The place is notorious for being a madhouse around the clock, and why anyone would ever choose to live there is a mystery. Most of them must not make it through all four years.

  I turn to see Joey all ready to go, wearing an American flag tank top, a pair of UCONN shorts and a pair of his beloved high-top sneakers that match his shirt. The guy’s a total sneakerhead. I’ve never understood the fascination with having a thousand pairs of the same shoe in every color imaginable, but to each their own.

  “You all set?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Yeah, man,” he grins, rubbing his hands together. “Time to go on the pussy prowl!”

  I laugh, shaking my head, and head to my room. Joey was my roommate last year, and we got along so well we decided to do it again. He’s also power forward on the team, which makes things easy. I’m shooting guard, and the star of the show, but Joey’s a monster in his own right too. He may not be hitting buzzer beaters like me, but he’s still a baller. I’m pretty much a shoe-in for the pros, but if Joey keeps improving the way he has been, he’ll be right there with me – Hell, maybe we’ll end up on the same team.

  It’s blowing my mind she didn’t react when she heard my name. Everyone on campus knows me. I mean, UCONN basketball’s a big deal, and I’m the biggest deal on the team. How could she not know me? But if she doesn’t…that will make this even more of a challenge, and I like challenges.

  I toss my towel and slide into an outfit similar to Joey’s but a little less douchebag. UCONN tank, a pair of cargos and a pair of less outrageous sneakers. I debate on wearing my aviators for a second, but even for me it’s a little bit douche wearing sunglasses when it’s getting dark out.

  “You know that girl Cindy from last year?” Joey says as we head for the stairs. “The one with the fat ass but no tits?”

  I pretend like I’m interested and thinking about what he said, but really I’m just picturing what that girl looks like under that towel.

  “Uh, yeah,” I mutter as we head down the stairwell that stinks of stale beer and body odor.

  “Bro! She got a boob job. Double fucking Ds, dude!”

  Joey sounds absolutely thrilled. I’ve never been a big fan of fake tits. I mean, if a girl’s got nothing and she wants to get a little going, that’s fine. But these bimbos that strut around with big watermelons bolted onto their chests…it’s just too much. How am I supposed to slide my dick in between them when they’re hard as a baseball and sitting right below the girl’s armpits?

  “Yeah? They look good?” I ask him as we step out the side door into the parking lot.

  “I don’t know, man!” Joey cackles. “Haven’t seen ‘em in person yet. But I plan to tonight.”

  We cross the lot and filter in with a small crowd of mostly freshman who are heading for Dover House. I can already smell the booze on them and feel the excitement in the air. A group of girls start giggling when they see me and realize who I am.

  “Is that who I think it is?” One of them whispers, loudly enough that I can still hear her.

  “That’s Tommy Mason!” Her friend replies.

  “That’s what I thought!?”

  “Fuck, he’s so hot!”

  “I know, right?”

  They know I can hear them. That’s their way of throwing their hat in the ring for tonight without actually having to approach me. Being a guy like me, you end up seeing all the games girls play to try and get you to pay attention to
them. But right now, my mind isn’t on which one, or two of them I could take home tonight. It’s on that innocent, blushing girl from the bathroom earlier and what she looks like without that towel.

  Fuck. I don’t even know her name!

  3

  Grace

  Grace

  * * *

  I’m staring at my class schedule, and have been for the last ten minutes, but my brain just simply isn’t functioning. There’s no other way to explain it. It’s like I’ve been hit over the head by something big and heavy. Something like Tommy’s…

  Stop that! I scold myself.

  Shannon said he’s bad news, and right now she’s the closest thing I have to a friend at this school, so I should probably listen to her. After all, she knows about him and I don’t.

  And I mean – it does seem to make sense. What kind of guy comes out of the shower naked, isn’t even embarrassed when a girl sees him, and then invites her into the shower with him? One that’s trouble.

  What would a guy like that want with me anyway? The farthest I’ve gone with a guy was some “heavy petting” as my mom would say. I’ve never even had my hand on a guy’s cock, let alone any other part of my body. I felt my ex-boyfriend’s through his pants once, but I just wasn’t able to go any further.

  And here’s Tommy asking me to get in the shower with him, and there’s no way he wanted to get anything but dirty in a place designed to get clean.

  “Stop it,” Shannon groans from her bed where she’s getting her notebooks ready. I look up from my computer.

  “Stop what?” I ask.

  “Stop thinking about him!”

  “What are you, a mind reader?!” I groan. She caught me.

  “You’ve been staring at your computer like a zombie for like fifteen minutes now,” she reminds me. “It’s pretty obvious.”

  I can’t bear it anymore. I’ve got to talk about it. I slump back in my chair and rest my head against the cool cinderblock walls.

  “You should have seen him,” I tell her, my mind drifting back to the image of his flawless body, dripping wet as he stepped out of the shower. Those biceps…those pecs…that impossibly large…

  “Oh, I have no doubt he’s gorgeous,” Shannon replies. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s trouble.”

  “You keep saying that,” I say, sitting up. “How do you know for sure?”

  Shannon looks at me the way my mom used to look at me when I asked her why I couldn’t have another bowl of sugar cereal, or have ice cream for dinner. And just like I would do to my mother, I put on my best pouty face.

  “I have a friend who’s a sophomore,” Shannon tells me. “She’s friends with a girl who hooked up with Tommy.”

  “Wow, that’s like…ten degrees of Kevin Bacon—”

  “And she said that her friend told her, that Tommy fucked the ever living shit out of her – like the best sex of her life, and then never talked to her again.”

  “Okay,” I reply instantly, wanting to protest this horrendous slander. “But like – is this girl a horrible bitch? Did she just throw herself at him?”

  “I don’t know,” Shannon admits. “But I’m sure she did. I mean, that’s what most girls do.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t do that,” I tell her, feeling proud of myself.

  “Yeah? You’d be able to hold out in front of that?”

  I zone out a moment as I think back to Tommy’s grin as he stood there naked in front of me – completely unashamed. He was proud, even! And why wouldn’t he be? He’s got the dick of a pornstar and the body of a fitness model.

  “Yes,” I tell her firmly. “Yes, I would.”

  “Oh, so confident,” Shannon laughs.

  “Well…” I begin. Should I tell her? Everyone at home knows I haven’t slept with anyone, but do I really want that going around UCONN? I bite my lip and look at her nervously. I just met her, but we are going to be roommates for the rest of the year, unless of course one of us gets thrown out for wild drunken streaking through the quad, and that’s definitely not going to be me.

  “What?” Shannon asks, dripping with curiosity.

  “Well…” I mutter, looking at the floor and rubbing my thumb slowly.

  “What!?” She repeats. “Tell me right now!”

  “I’m a virgin!” I blurt out. There. It’s out in the open. Shannon doesn’t say anything, and finally I’m forced to look up at her.

  “Uh huh,” Shannon says. Does she not believe me? “You were worried about telling me that?”

  I sigh, feeling a sense of relief wash through me like how you feel when you climb into a hot bath after a long day. “I don’t know. At my high school it was so not cool to graduate without having sex.”

  “Grace,” Shannon says, again sounding like my mom. “Don’t worry about it. But if that’s the case, you really can’t sleep with Tommy. Do you really want to lose your virginity to a guy that’s going to pump and dump you like some dumb sorority slizbag?”

  “Slizbag?”

  “Slut bag,” Shannon waves her hand in the air. “Come on, get with the lingo.” She smiles. I laugh. This college thing really has me feeling out of my element. I actually can’t wait for classes to start so I can get into my routine.

  “Hmmm,” I think, pondering a basically impossible decision.

  “You know what?” Shannon exclaims, like she’s just discovered the secret of the universe. “You should tell him you’re a virgin!”

  “What?” I reply, sounding horrified. “Why!?”

  “Because that would get him to back off! Guys like him aren’t interested in that. They want girls that ‘know what they’re doing’ as they’d say.”

  My heart sinks. I definitely do not know what I’m doing. But maybe – maybe he’d want to show me? The thought turns me on. Tommy Mason teaching me the ways around a man’s body. Showing me all the ways to please him, and all the ways to please me…he could show me exactly what he likes and I could give it to him. Day after day after day…

  But not if he’s going to “pump and dump” me like Shannon says. Maybe she’s right. Would he even want to put in the effort of sleeping with me if I’m just going to lay there and have no clue what to do? Just the thought of actually having to perform for him twists my stomach into knots.

  What would I do? Do I talk? Moan? Stay silent? Do I move? What if he wants me to get on top? Or he wants to do me…doggy style?

  The thought turns me on but also scares the shit out of me. I can’t imagine how many girls he’s had, and he probably has high expectations of what he likes, and there’s no way I’ll measure up to that. The term “dead fish” comes to mind. That’s what the boys in my school used to call girls that weren’t any good in bed.

  And Shannon’s right. I want my first time to be with someone I care about – someone who loves me. Right? I don’t want to just chuck my V-card for some asshole at a party who forgets my name by the end of the month.

  But is it really something that precious? Maybe I should just have sex with someone and get it out of the way so I can get on with my college experience.

  No – that’s not what I want.

  So I guess Shannon is right. Tommy Mason is not a possibility.

  4

  Tommy

  Tommy

  * * *

  Dover House is in full effect. First weekend of school is rivaled only by spring weekend and the end of finals. There’s smoke in the air, beer cans everywhere, girls doing keg stands and guys cheering them on, and one girl already with her top off dancing on the end of the porch of one of the condos.

  “I’d give them titties two thumbs down!” I hear some guy roar in a drunken stupor. His friends high five him and he falls over on his ass. Guy’s obviously in a black out and is probably going to be puking his guts out in the next half hour.

  The air is thick and feels just like what I’ve come to expect from college. It’s either this or it’s the sweat in the locker room and on the basketball court, o
r the perfume of a hottie that’s on top of me doing her best to impress.

  Normally, I’d be scouting the crowd for some potential “dates” for tonight, but tonight is different. Tonight I’ve got my mind back on my dorm, back on my floor, on the nameless girl with the red cheeks that got my dick bulging.

  Tommy Mason…turned down by a girl.

  That just can’t happen!

  There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to have to make her mine – claim her before the rest of these goons get their dirty little paws on her. But how? I don’t even know her name!

  She lives on my fucking floor though, I mean how hard could it be?

  Obviously she’s not going to go for my standard approach. Not that I really have one. Girls come to me, I don’t go to the girls. But if she doesn’t know who I am, and seeing my body didn’t sway her, then obviously I’m going to need to come up with something else.

  “Bro, bro, bro!” Joey whispers eagerly in my ear. “There she fucking is! Look at those things!”

  Joey points across the back yard, past a beer pong table and some drunken idiot doing the Macarena, and I see who he’s talking about. Cindy, the girl from last year with the fake tits he was talking about. And man, he was right about the tits.

  Last year, if I remember right, she was flat as a board, and now she looks like she’s smuggling a couple of basketballs under a tank top that’s about to tear at the seams. She’s also braless and beaming for everyone to see. She, or her parents, must have dropped a good ten grand on those puppies. And if their goal was to land her in bed with a college basketball star, well, then I think they’ve succeeded.

  “Fucking. Huge.” Joey says, practically foaming at the mouth. If there’s ever been a bigger fan of bimbos than Joey, then I’ve never met him. This guy loves a girl with fake tits, fake lips, dyed hair, extensions, the whole nine yards. I’ve had a few bimbos in my day, I’m not gonna lie. But it’s not my preference.