by Dani Evans
“And no way Kolby’s gonna hang pictures or keep any around so some dick-weeds can swipe them up to stroke n spurt their fantasies over her.” Jaden gropes himself as if he’s already done that deed. Sick fucker.
“What’d you say her name was?”
“Why the hell you wanna know?” Jaden asks as if I’m some stalker about to hunt her down.
“Dude, chill out. I only ask so I can be sure to steer clear of her if I ever cross her path.”
“Ah. Good to know. It’s Kimmi.”
“Dually noted.” Doubt she’s as hot as that sweet little blonde I catch watching me at the games. Now that’s some shit I wanna get to know.
THE GIRLS AND I are at dance practice. I’m in a stare off with this girl, Sandy, this redheaded Italian, and her sidekick, Darcy. I’m not sure what her problem is or why she dislikes me. I think she thinks I want to be captain and take over the dance team, but she’s totally pegged me incorrectly. I’m not interested, but I’m not going to let her know that.
Tiffany scurries up to me, breathless. “You… you’ve got to go with me.” She pauses to catch her breath.
“Go with you, where?”
“To the game,” she says and arches her brows in a plea.
“No,” I whisper because the coach is glancing our way. I’m a huge fan of my brother and his athletic abilities, but not a fan of fraternities and sororities. I prefer my freedom and choose not to live by some sorority code. My brother seems to think it’s the greatest thing, aside from soccer.
I’ve only been to a few of his games since the whole Devin thing went down, but I’ve heard a lot of hype about the newest player—Jax Nash—Devin’s replacement. Apparently he’s an excellent player and a huge asset for the team, but I hear more about how hot he is and a lot of sleazy talk coming from the fan girls. He’s got the sexiest blond hair and blue eyes to Ohmygod! Did you see his jersey? The numbers… he totally owns it. Best position ever!
“Pleeeeaaaase,” she squeals and I know I have no choice. If I say no again, she’s going to beg then get us in trouble for being loud and not paying attention.
I elbow Tiffany. “Fine, but be quiet. Coach is staring at us.”
“Okay,” she whispers. I catch a glimpse of her and her lips are twisted to the side, her attempt to be discreet. “There’s this guy, Vincenzo, who’s on your brother’s team… I think… hmm… anyway. I want to check him out. Please, Kimber, please go with me or at least meet me there so I don’t look like a total loser. Pleeeaaase! You can come later, maybe at half time or something? Janice said she’d go for the first part of the game, but she has to leave early—she has other obligations. And Diana, well you know. She’s all about the Deanster. He must have a big dick she likes to suck because, well, yeah.”
I try not to laugh and I know she’s about to go on down the line of friends and why they can’t go. I can’t say no. She’s my best friend—I’d feel guilty. “I’ll go at half time. Now be quiet and pay attention,” I whisper.
“Yes!” Tiffany shouts. Coach stops mid instruction and glares at us. “Oh, sorry, Coach Step. It won’t happen again.”
Coach nods and continues where she left off.
I FORCE MYSELF to get ready and head for the game. Better late than never, right?
Arriving at half time, I walk the sidelines in search of Tiffany. and pause, sensing someone is watching me. I turn, and halt when the most beautiful seductive eyes meet mine. I vaguely notice the jersey, but then catch the numbers, and now understand what the gossip is about.
Turning swiftly, I march down the field. I see Tiffany waving and I quickly take my saved seat on the second row of bleachers.
After I’m settled, I search for him, and find him, his messy blond hair and the number on his jersey isn’t hard to miss. Who assigns that kind of number anyway? 69. And then I wonder if he’s that kind of guy… a 69er.
As if all my thoughts were a whisper on the breeze, carried along an invisible path, secretly betraying me and dancing into his ear, he shifts abruptly and catches me staring at him. He’s talking to Kolby, and he had to have said something about me because he points in my direction. I duck down behind Janice who’s sitting in the row in front of me, and pray my brother doesn’t see me.
“What are you doing?” Tiffany asks.
“Hiding from my brother. Is he still looking over here?”
“Um. Yeah. He’s so hot! I wish you’d set me up with him,” she squeals and I want to pinch her leg real bad.
“Tiffany! Just tell me if he’s still looking and stop ogling him, drawing attention our way. I don’t want him to see me because that blond guy, his teammate…,” I take a peek and he’s still pointing in our direction, but luckily Janice has blonde hair like me and Kolby probably thinks the new guy is pointing at her, “…number 69, he knows I’ve been staring at him. I swear he’s probably asking Kolby if he knows who I am.”
“Oh. Ohhh! Yeah, he’ll totally not let the new guy near you. Okay, it’s safe. They’re running out on the field.”
I sit up and watch him the entire game.
WE’RE BLOWING THIS team away. I’ve got this one and I know it as I weave down the field, the ball passing easily between my feet, and I shift, faking a kick, which sets the goalie in motion. He’s shifting to the right, and POW! I kick the ball to the left in perfect line with the open space, and score.
Game over.
The crowd goes crazy, hooting and hollering because we’ve won, and we’re undefeated. My team charges me, lifting me in the air, same as always. And that’s when I see her, the blonde fucking beauty who caught my eye at half time. She’s bouncing up and down, clapping her hands, and cheering with her friends when she catches me staring at her. She smiles shyly at me, her cheeks turning crimson. Damn, she’s fucking beautiful and cute and… I don’t know, but I want to tap that shit. Bad. I give her a wink, causing her to blush further.
I want her name, her number, her pussy, her ass.
“Put me the hell down, now,” I yell, but the assholes ignore me. “Goddammit, that’s enough. Now put me down, dickheads!” Mother. Fucker. I thrash my legs to throw them off balance and it works. They finally drop me. I jog down the field, toward her, but she turns away with a group of friends and disappears into the crowd. Some of the groupies are giggling, eyeing me as usual. I play nice and continue toward them.
“Ladies,” I say in a low yet husky tone and make them melt further. They’re all bashful and… yeah. “Any of you happen to know the blonde chick that was standing here not more than two minutes ago? See, one of my buddies likes her,” I lie, “but he’s too chicken shit to invite her to the big bash. You know, the week-long party before the playoffs?” They all nod. “So here I am with you lovely ladies, asking a favor for my buddy. Any of you got her number?”
They all shake their heads.
“Know her name?” They look at each other, as if asking permission. “Hey, it’s all right if you don’t. I’m inviting y’all to the party. You ladies in?”
I’m cringing as they squeal all giddy and shit. Not trying to be mean, I’d tap a few of them, will tap… naw, not tap, but do everything but. I’ll be the fucking pres. of the frat house. My plan is fail proof. While the other assholes are busy trying to rack up points by getting their playthings to go all the way, I’m accumulating more points by doing everything except that. Takes less time if you don’t screw the willing participants, and it doesn’t make me feel guilty.
“Need a piece of paper and a pen so I can give you girls the info.”
Five hands with paper and pen are waving at me. I grab the one in the middle. “Just gonna write it on one sheet. You ladies can share it.” I scribble the date, time and place, and hand it back to the cute little brunette. She bats her lashes at me while gripping my hand. I shake her off, flash my best smile and head back to the field. Yep. I’m all over that shit the minute she sets foot in Muze. Unless… I can only wish the blushing blonde would show up.
; LET THE GAMES begin! Holy hell. This is going to be a good night. We’re at Muze and damn if the chicks aren’t rolling in.
“Hey!” A girl calls from behind. I flip around to catch the little brunette from the soccer field and all her little girlie friends. They’re heading my way. I put on my best smile, keeping my eyes trained on my first catch.
“We came just to see you,” she squeals and then jumps up and down. Great. I know her kind. She’s the kind I can play with, but she’ll want more, even though I’ll be straight up with her about no commitments. Oh well. She’ll survive. They always do.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Ditch your friends.”
She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.
I arch my own brow in question.
She smirks and grabs my hand. “Girl’s, Jax and I are going to dance. Don’t wait around for me.”
“Jenny,” she says as we dance. “My name is Jenny.”
I smirk. “Well, Jenny, wanna go have some real fun?”
Her smile fades. I pull her closer and grind my hips against her. She nods and that’s it. I drag her toward the exit and dig for my key, unlock the PRIVATE door and we take the elevator to the next floor.
On cue, Jaden’s head snaps up and he says, “Nobody’s allowed without signing in first.”
I lead Jenny over to the wingback chair Jaden is perched in. I sign my name and write Jenny next to it. Jaden has Jenny sign her name and then we head to the room that was assigned to me at the start of the game.
The room is dark, but I don’t waste any time by turning lights on and ‘chatting’. I push Jenny against the wall. She inhales sharply.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Jenny?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.” I palm her side and rub the exposed skin along her belly.
“Yes, I want you to kiss me,” she says breathless but crystal clear. Five points.
I kiss her softly then deepen the kiss until she melts into me. I pull her shirt over her head, stroke my thumb slightly beneath her bra. “Tell me, Jenny. What do you want me to do next?” I kiss along her neck, up to her ear, and whisper, “You want me to touch you, you’ve gotta tell me where.”
She doesn’t speak right away, but I kiss my way down near her breast, slipping the straps down, but avoid taking her breast into my mouth until she tells me she wants it.
“God, just do it already,” she says and slips off her bra.
“Do what?”
“Suck my tit, take me, anything.”
I take her in and suck hard, probably a little too hard, but she’s not complaining. I get a little rougher, pushing her flush against the wall, grab her ass, slide my fingers down along her crotch. Ten points.
“You like that?”
“Yes, but… but not on the outside.”
“Then tell me where, Jenny. Tell me what you want.”
“In my pants. Your fingers. Put your fingers inside my panties.”
I oblige. Fifteen points. I rub her clit until I have her nearly losing it, and then I stop. “You’re so fucking wet, Jenny. So fucking wet. What else do you like?” I press my finger against her opening but go no further.
“Slip it inside me, Jax. Your finger, you. Just—”
I give the girl what she asks for. I give her a little more… more… until she moans almost simultaneously, then I stop.
“W-why’d you stop?” she whines.
I grab her hand and hold it against my cock. She gets it and begins to unbutton, unzip, and then push down my jeans. When she wraps her fingers around me, I hold her hand and keep her from moving.
“What do you want to do to me, Jenny?”
“Stroke you off.” I release her hand, let her work me, but when she brings her mouth down, I grab her chin and tsk her.
“My, my, Jenny. What a nice mouth you have. What do you plan on doing with that mouth of yours?” I press my thumb in her mouth then quickly pull it back out.
“God. You’re so thick, so big.”
“And?”
“I want to suck on it.”
“Suck on what?”
“Your… your um… I want to suck your cock,” she finally says. And suck me she does. Damn, she’s working me good. I close my eyes and imagine she’s the hot little blonde… I cum instantly.
I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes. That’s all it took to get her to get me off. “Gotta clean up. You can let yourself out, Jenny.” I don’t wait for her reply. I grab my things, enter the bathroom, lock the door and turn on the shower. After washing her off me, I step out, and place my ear against the door. It’s quiet. When I step out, I’m relieved to find she’s left the room.
I get back to work and lure in my next participant. Then my third, fourth….
A few weeks later, I’ve found my method works. Game starts at 7pm and ends at 10pm. I give 15-20 minutes to each girl, girls I’ve lined up during school and sometimes I pick others at Muze. I work my first girl at 7:00, second at 7:30, third at 8:00, fourth at 8:30, fifth at 9:00 and my last at 9:30, something like that. I can get most of them to tell me what they want and keep them begging, but once they’ve sucked me, but not totally off, I kick ’em out. If I can’t get them to go down on me after twenty minutes, we’re done. Yeah, I’ve got this shit going on. No time to screw any of them so I’m not totally using them, right?
Then the little brunette, Jenny, catches up to me at Muze. “Where’ve you been? You ditched me after… you know? After we had a good time. How come?” She entwines her arm with mine as if we’re dating or an item.
Ah, shit. Here we go. This is the shit I hate about chicks. Where, when, and did I ever tell her I wanted more? No can do. “Never said anything about anything, sweetheart. It was all in fun, and I know you know that.”
“What? What do you mean?” She frowns, unweaves her arm, and steps back, but she’s still gripping my elbow, digging her fingers in.
“This is college. A time to enjoy life and have fun. Not a time to get tied down and make marriage plans. Have fun, Jenny. Don’t spoil it by locking yourself down with one man. Because I’m clearly not that man.” And I’m not. At least, not for her.
Jenny’s face turns red, she releases me, turns, flips me off, and pushes past me. Yeah, okay, I kind of feel like shit, but I’m just being honest.
By the time we’re mid game, I’ve got a lot of pissed off chicks. Funny how they come off that way then do their best to get my attention.
The guys and I are at Muze again. A dark haired beauty plops down on my lap and kisses me. She’s drunk. I didn’t have anyone lined up tonight, but I see that’s about to change.
Another girl with brownish blonde hair steps in and wraps her fingers in my hair. Both girls look at each other, smile, and turn their attention to me.
Oh hell yes! I’m doubling my points tonight.
“Ladies, shall we go somewhere private?” I nod toward the back of the stage. They giggle and with each locking arms on either side of me, we walk toward the exit. I pause at the private door, dig out my keys, unlock it, and escort them inside. After locking up behind me, we take the elevator up to the funhouse and after I step out with my two ladies, I catch the startled look on Jaden’s face. He gives me an approving nod indicating he knows this is double the points and that he will have to pay extra attention to detail in order to catch each request I get the girls to call out.
The next few days are all school and soccer practice. No playthings this week, which is good. I needed the break.
Friday rolls around and of course, it’s back to party central, which means the game is back on.
I’m talking to several girls, getting their numbers and deciding who to take to the funhouse. I’m already sick of this contest bullshit. Probably burned myself out after playing one girl after another.
I’m scanning the crowd, searching for my next catch, one I haven’t already scored with, and holy hell! I don’t believe it. My eyes must betray,
but the closer she gets… damn.
It’s the fuckin’ beautiful blonde. I decide to watch her for a while. I don’t think I can take her up and use her like the others. Not tonight anyway. I continue to watch her, her cute gestures, the way she walks, and carries herself. There’s something so fuckin’ sexy, yet so innocent about her. The way she laughs, blushes when some dickhead kisses her hand, but she’s quick to snatch it back. He grabs her and I’m about to go rip his head off when she throws his arm off her and stomps away. I wait a few, then go in search of her, but I can’t find her. After searching the entire place, I’m certain she’s left the building.
But then….
I spot her, with Kolby. Fuck. She’s got her hands around his neck and whispers in his ear. He gives her a shocked look, then gives her a hug.
Some of the brothers are waving me over to their table. I turn, raise a finger to signal to them to give me a minute and then turn back to find the beautiful girl missing. I scan the crowd but cannot locater her. I give up, make my way over to our table, down some beer, and bullshit with the guys. About an hour or so later, when I can’t get her out of my head, I scan the crowd hoping she’s returned.
I’m about to give up when I spot her standing next to a girl with long, dark curly hair. They’re in deep conversation, but then she turns around, her eyes locking on mine. She gives a little smile, brushes her hair back with her hand, and then looks away. She’s talking to her friend again, who then turns toward me, her eyes wide as she turns back to whisper something in her ear.
I watch for a while and when the brunette leaves her side, I decide to make my move before I lose her again. No way I’m letting her get away. If she’s Kolby’s girl, she’ll tell me and I’ll back off, but I don’t know if she is so that makes her fair game.
Pushing back in my chair, I stand. “Boy’s, I’ve just found my next target. She’s fuckin’ fine. Damn.” I drink her in, head to toe and everything in between.
“Who?” several of them ask, but I’m already on the move. No way I’m gonna let one of them latch on to her first or tell me she’s Kolby’s girl. ’Cause I know they’ll try.