The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story

by Chance, Nicole

  “Um, the first aid kit is in the tiny kitchen under the sink.” I probably should’ve gotten it myself, but my knees hurt after the fall and then all the walking. The idea of going all the way across campus to his apartment would’ve been too much for me. Forget about the fact that we’d likely be alone in his dorm just as we were now where who knew what could happen.

  "I'll get it. Just relax on the couch and be sure to prop your feet on the coffee table. It's good to have them elevated after taking a fall like that." He'd been a little different after that incident. Before he'd been kind of laidback and smiling, but now he was a little more direct and in control.

  Then again, maybe he'd dealt with people getting hurt before, but the way he'd handled the wolf still amazed me. He'd been strong and didn't seem afraid at all. When the beast had come out of nowhere and thrown me forward to the ground, I'd been terrified. Jack had just maintained a firm calm. My heart leapt in my throat as I remembered the way he'd acted. Wow...

  "Thanks. I probably should've just handled this myself, but I was just freaked earlier. I've taken enough of your time..."

  He shook his head. "No, don't worry about that. I don't have anywhere I need to be. I was just walking around and doing a little shopping." He knelt in front of me, and a wave of self-consciousness drifted over me for having worn a skirt today. Had he seen my panties when I'd been on the ground? He hadn't been looking in my direction, but I pressed my thighs together a little tighter as if it made a difference now.

  "Thanks." I watched him go to work, pulling out disinfectant wipes and then grabbing bandages.

  He cupped my right calf and lifted it a little sending chills through my leg. This wasn’t the first time I’d been so up close and personal with a guy before, but I had to say it was the most intimate... and he was only bandaging a wound.

  Thoughts of him sliding his hands over my naked skin and pressing kisses between my thighs dampened my panties, and I bit my lower lip. Don’t go there! My parents would likely do something drastic if I got too involved. They’re not here. They will never know.

  He glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and a boyish grin that brightened his eyes. “It’ll only sting for a second.”

  I nodded, not really caring about the pain anymore. My body was on fire.

  If he moved his hands any more along my skin, I might end up dropping my panties for him without a second thought. This wasn't really a good idea, was it? Yet, I couldn't figure out why not.

  His nostrils twitched a little, and the grin faltered a little as he went to work. His eyes darkened with what seemed like lust, and suddenly, the room got a lot hotter than it had been before.

  "I... I don't mind if it does," I said.

  He touched the wipe to my knee before bandaging it, our eyes remained connected throughout the whole experience, and even if it was supposed to hurt, I didn't feel a thing–I was captivated by him. He continued with my hands, and the sensation of him gently holding mine in his was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. When he was done, he didn't pull away. His hands lingered on mine, and I shivered a little knowing what I wanted to do, but I didn't want him to think I was too forward. What if I had the wrong impression about all of this? Still... the look in his eyes made me think otherwise.

  I lowered his hands to the spot on my thighs just above my knees. My skirt had risen up enough so that his warm palms were against skin.

  "You sure you want this?" he asked, sliding his hands up very slowly farther up my thighs. A strange intensity made his voice trembled as if he was trying to hold back and give me an out.

  The sensations raging through me made it impossible to back away now. No one had ever made me feel like he was right now. This was the most intense thing I'd ever felt before in my life, and I'd said I wanted to make this week count, didn't I? Making out with the school's star soccer player would top the list of most spontaneous and amazing things I'd ever done before.

  "Yes." The single word nearly squeaked out of my throat, and I cleared it before continuing, "I do want this."

  He nodded and rose to his feet with a catlike grace. He pulled me up with him so I was pressed firmly against his chest and the wall of muscle there. "Is your roommate supposed to return any time soon? Should we leave a sign out?"

  I tossed my head back, laughing, and savored the way my breasts pressed against his chest. "No, no sign. She's not coming back until the weekend. I have the whole place to myself until then."

  A grin spread across his lips. "You do? Maybe we'll have to use that time wisely."

  Moisture dampened my thighs, and I squeezed them together at the way he said that. If he was as interested in me as that, then I didn't know what more to say than a resounding yes! All of my dreams were coming true. This almost felt like I'd wake up tomorrow with a heart full of regret when he finally realized I wasn't more or better. I was just me. A slightly nerdy girl who was studying accounting because her parents pretty much demanded her to choose a "solid" path in life.

  I shook those thoughts from my head. The image of my parent’s faces dulled the pleasure, but that didn't last long.

  Jack pressed his lips against mine, and he cupped my backside with one of his large hands softly kneading it. He slid it down to the hem of my skirt and brought it back up to my panties. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

  I placed a palm against his chest, unsure if I'd picked up my dirty laundry earlier when I'd changed. Besides, my bed was tiny with a couple small shelves over it that I'd hit my head on before. The two of us in there would be crazy.

  "It's pretty cramped in there. Let's... um... I'd feel more comfortable not going in there." I looked down at my hand on his chest, but he crooked his finger beneath my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

  "I'm good with whatever you want to do. I want you to be comfortable. That's what matters to me." He smiled and where they'd before had either humor or mischief, now he looked so sincere.

  "Thanks." I leaned into him and pulled him down toward me to kiss his lips. That was a feat since he was about six foot three inches tall, and I was only five foot five. I trailed my tongue over his lower lip and nipped it softly before running my tongue across the seam. He opened his mouth for me, and I started to slide my tongue inside his mouth, but his crashed into mine with strength and an almost wild allure. He tasted sweet like butterscotch, and I started to raise up onto tips toes to make the kiss easier for him. He lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing, then laid me onto the couch without even breaking the kiss. It was fairly large as far as couches went, and there was definitely enough room for us here unlike the bed.

  He nudged my knees apart to place himself between my thighs, and then positioned himself on top of me. The heat between us was so intense that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to continue much longer without begging him to penetrate me.

  He slid one of his hands between my legs and jerked the panties hard ripping them from me. I widened my eyes, but I wasn't afraid. In fact, it added to my arousal. Now the only thing really standing between us was his jeans.

  I dropped my gaze to see the thick bulge pressing against his pants. While I had been with another guy before, I could tell that this was going to be nothing like that. I almost wasn't sure I wanted to see just how big he was, but I also couldn't squelch my curiosity. I ran my tongue over my lips, and Jack moaned above me.

  "Seeing you look at me like that makes me that much harder. I have to be inside you." He pressed a finger between my legs.

  A gasp erupted from my throat, and I threw my head back as pleasure swept through my core. I arched my hips beckoning him to continue. This wasn't like me. I wasn't wanton. I usually remained in control, but Jack threw all of my senses for a loop.

  "I need you," I said. My voice was husky, and I barely even recognized it as being my own. He continued thrusting them within me, and I could feel pleasure building within me. If this kept on, I might go without him. I didn't really want to do that. "No, come with me. Pleas
e."

  Chapter Four

  Jack

  Hearing Molly say those words nearly put me over the edge, but I reined myself in. Her hot pussy was so warm and tight that I hated pulling my fingers from her, but that wasn’t the only thing I wanted inside her.

  I grinned at her and withdrew from her moist sheath, then grabbed my wallet from my jeans. I didn’t do this kind of thing often, but it was always better to be prepared than not. But after some digging, I couldn’t find a condom.

  Molly rocked her hips beneath me in tantalizing motions, and I took a deep breath smelling her sweet arousal for me. Just because I didn’t have a condom didn’t mean we had to stop this. If I withdrew before I came, that would cut down our odds of anything happening. Besides, a lot of girls were on birth control these days. If she weren’t on the pill, she wouldn’t be wiggling her hips like this, would she?

  Something in my gut wasn’t sure, but my cock was erect and ready to go. If I didn’t plunge into her, I’d probably go crazy with need and regret this moment passed. I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my hips. The only time I wore underwear was jock straps to protect me on the field. Other than that, I didn't see a need to wear something uncomfortable.

  I glanced down at Molly, and her eyes were fixed on my cock. She blinked a few times at it and licked her lips again. God. Seeing her do that while she stared at me was almost unbearable. Her gaze rose to my eyes, and she seemed to have a sort of desperate edge about her. She arched her hips again, and I couldn't stop myself.

  I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside her. Her warm core seemed to welcome me with its delectable heat. "You feel amazing," I said, my voice was rough almost sounding more animal than human.

  She placed her hands around my neck and drew me into another kiss as she rocked back against me meeting each of my strokes with her own. I couldn't believe how good this felt. I'd had sex with other women before, but none had ever been quite like this. It was as if she were made for me... as if she were my mate. All the time I'd watched her over the last semester, I'd felt that tug in my gut to talk with her, but I'd always held back. Always thought about my own neck and maybe hers. Always kept my distance.

  Would things change now? After James nearly attacking her, I wasn't sure. I refused to place her in danger and give the high-ranking pack members a target to keep me in line. But I could only focus on this moment. I wouldn't let them detract from this.

  Pleasure warmed me, and my controlled movements became less so. I had to pull out though. I wanted to be more safe than sorry. Her leg wrapped around my waist, and I grabbed onto her using her thigh to help me keep balanced and pulled her to me that much harder.

  Molly broke from the kiss with a loud moan, and I quickly covered her cry with another kiss. She moaned against me, and her fingernails bit into my shoulders as her pussy clenched me hard in waves. Her body shook, and she tightened her leg around my waist.

  The sensations threw me over the edge, and for a moment, I forgot to fight her and pull away. All that mattered was burying myself deep within her and sharing this moment of mutual pleasure. She relaxed a little underneath me, and then she froze for a moment. "Wa-wait, y-you came inside me?" Her eyes widened, and she wrapped her hands over her breasts.

  "Sorry. I didn't have a condom. I figured you might be on the pill." I didn't move from my spot, not wanting her to freak out. I'd learned that from an early age as a cub with my pack. Don't run or make any sudden movements. But I knew she wouldn't hurt me. However, I could see from her face that I'd already managed to hurt her. "I can leave."

  “I think that’d be best.” She pushed against my chest, and I moved away from her. Her breathing was coming out a little harder than it had been before as if she were trying to hold in the tears I smelled on her.

  Damn it! I couldn’t believe I’d ruined this moment between us–all because I couldn’t hold onto my self-control. If this kept up, I didn’t know what could happen. Being a werewolf who played sports, I needed strong control. If I didn’t have that, I might end up going for a kick only to break someone’s leg through sheer force. That might be suspicious.

  I watched her flee to the bathroom and shook my head. Maybe this was for the best. We didn’t always get what we wanted. This just proved it.

  Chapter Five

  Molly

  I grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom cabinet as Jack’s semen trailed down my leg. Grimacing, I squeezed my hands into fists. Aside from this, the whole encounter had been almost heavenly. If only I’d been paying closer attention or if... I grimaced and ran the cloth under the faucet before cleaning myself up. So much for the wild and spontaneous week I’d hoped for. It had happened all in one go with a guy I’d pretty much chased off.

  I smacked my forehead feeling so, so stupid. Was it too late to apologize for all this?

  I peeked outside of the bathroom, but Jack was nowhere to be found. With a sigh, I locked the door and hopped in the shower feeling sick to my stomach. Afterward, I headed to the pharmacy to pick up some morning after pills. It felt like the utter walk of shame, but at least there weren’t a lot of college students around town this early in the week. I wasn’t sure if I would’ve been able to brave the stores if there were. The thought of running into someone I knew while picking up something like this made me uncomfortable.

  The phone calls home were awkward as if my parents had suddenly developed divine sight and could know what I’d done. Classes didn’t bode much better. This semester I was doomed to have two classes with Jack. I pretty much saw him every day. Although neither of us spoke to one another. I sat toward the front in one corner, and he was all the way in the back near the door–likely to bolt if I tried to approach him.

  When the intense need to vomit had passed, I’d tried to act pretty normal. My roommate knew something was different, but I didn’t think she had figured out my problem yet. Surprisingly, she gave up after a while, unlike how she’d been before the break. Then again, her grades hadn’t been great at the end of last semester, so I bet she’d probably had a rough time at home. I felt sorry for her.

  About a month had passed since I’d had sex with Jack, I couldn’t help feel a little strange that I hadn’t received my period yet. My cycle had always been steady. I’d gone to the next town over to buy an at-home pregnancy test and sat nervously in the bathroom while I waited for the results. I prayed that it was late because I was stressed, but somehow I doubted that was the case.

  My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach at the result. Positive.

  Surely this wasn't right, but I guess I'd be able to use the other test in a few days. However, that meant if this was right that I would need to figure out how to tell Jack. Would he even want to know? I really wasn't sure, but I just hoped that when or if the time did come that he would hear me out.

  I'd probably been the cause of why we even had these problems now, but I... I really hadn't known what to do. The few times I'd approached him to say something, he'd either left pretty quickly, or he'd started talking with a group of his friends knowing I wouldn't want to butt-in. However, it was getting harder and harder to just stand back and take that kind of treatment.

  I knew it was probably because I'd hurt his feelings first, but it still really pained me that he'd completely turned his back on me. And why? Probably because he was the soccer star able to have sated his needs prior to college when no one was around. Now he had other people to hang out around.

  Ugh...

  I threw the test into the trash, and I re-thought about that choice and wrapped the pregnancy test in toilet paper as if it were a feminine product. My roommate and I did that since neither of us wanted to look at the other's feminine products. She wouldn't be able to see what I'd done, and I wouldn't get plentiful comments from her about what my parents would think. What was worse is that her parents knew mine, so if she let it slip to them, they might very well relay the information. That would be the worst thing in the world right now... We
ll, I guess almost the worst thing.

  Maybe the worst would be Jack knowing I might be pregnant and snubbing me again. Time would tell with that. How did a person even approach their one-time crush they happened to sleep with to tell them that kind of news?

  Ugh! If only I had someone I could turn to for advice.

  * * *

  A few more days passed, the second pregnancy test had said the same thing. Positive. It looked like I wasn't getting off so easily after all indeed. I would have to talk with Jack, but talking with him before or after class might be difficult. He always showed up exactly on time when the teacher was just getting everyone settled for attendance. He probably did it on purpose.

  I hid the pregnancy test again and ran over what I'd say all morning. My earlier classes were hard to pay attention in since Jack and I shared my last class of the day. The professors luckily hadn't noticed that their normally observant student was unusually quiet. Maybe it was that kind of day. Outside rainclouds were rolling in, and it just set the tone for how my life was going.

  I waited in the hallway and leaned against the wall. I rested my head against it before hearing a few students talking and laughing. Toward the end of the hallway, I spotted Jack with a few guys and a girl that playfully shoved him. He grinned at her in that way that had stolen my breath when he'd aimed it at me.

  Had he moved on already? I should have known he would. Why wouldn't a guy like that? But to see it in person... It hurt so badly.

  My heart leapt into my throat, choking me, and I jerked upright. Tears started to well in my eyes.

  Jack glanced in my direction, and his grin faded into a frown of what looked like concern, then it was quickly replaced with a scowl. He said a few words with his friends, and they waved to him and dispersed.

  I couldn't handle his anger right now. I had to get out of here. Forget this class. I knew someone else that I could ask for notes from next time. I didn't want to be in the same room as him.