The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story

by Chance, Nicole

  Finally, Trevor finished off his glass of wine in one final gulp and set his empty glass down on the coffee table near the sofa. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was ready to ravage Celine’s curvy, voluptuous body until the sun came up.

  He leaned across the sofa and kissed her in her mouth, passionately. He slipped is tongue between her wine-stained lips and explored her mouth with it, intertwining his tongue with hers. Celine moaned as he kissed her, setting her half-finished glass down on the coffee table in front of her. She wanted both hands free so she could use them to undress Trevor.

  She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed, and he unbuttoned her blouse. Their hands moved frantically, in a hurry to unclothe one another and reveal each other’s nakedness. Trevor’s hands caressed Celine’s exposed skin. He unhooked her bra, revealing two large, soft breasts with fully erect nipples. He massaged and rubbed her breasts, making her moan in pleasure.

  “Come here,” he commanded standing her up in front of him. He slowly slid her skirt down around her hips and onto the floor, and proceeded to do the same with her damp panties. He ran his hands over her curves, taking in her naked figure with approval. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Celine.”

  Celine had never felt sexier in her life. She stood there, totally naked and full of sexual confidence for the first time in her 20-something years. Trevor, already topless, hurried out of his pants and silk boxers, eager to join his bountiful beauty in sexual splendor.

  He stood in front of her in all his naked glory, his erect member standing at attention. Celine looked at him with passion in her eyes. She ran her hands over his chiseled chest and shoulders, working her way down to his muscular abs and then stopping at his crotch. Instantly, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

  Trevor breathed deep and sighed as Celine took the tip of his member into her mouth. She teased the shaft with her tongue and then took it deep into her mouth until she felt the head in the back of her throat. She stroked hungrily, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs as Trevor hissed and moaned in delight.

  “Celine!” he cried, stopping her just before he reached his climax. Panting heavily, he forced her down on the soft, black bearskin rug and onto her back. He took her huge breasts and pushed them together, licking and sucking her nipples greedily. Celine threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips, tongue and hands on her breasts. He worked his way down her belly and spread her thick legs open, revealing her glistening mound, still wet with her juices.

  Trevor advanced head first, spreading her lips with his fingers and flicking her clit with his warm tongue. Celine began to arch her back and grab for his head, crying out in pleasure between sighs. Trevor inserted two fingers inside of her and began to move them slowly in and out, pressing against her g-spot as he continued licking and sucking her clit. Celine cried out, feeling herself about to reach her orgasm.

  Trevor could tell she was close, and he began to speed up his rhythm, bringing her to her peak. Celine screamed out and pushed his head closer to her crotch, raising her hips up toward his face as her climaxed peaked. Trevor felt her insides tighten up and a gush of warm juice fill her tunnel around his fingers. Her body tensed and then relaxed as the intensity began to subside.

  Trevor was ready to penetrate her. He hurriedly climbed up between her legs, kissing her passionately as he inserted the tip of his member inside of her. Celine hissed and raised her hips again to receive him, forcing him deeper inside of her. Trevor thrust deeper into her, over and over again, picking up a rhythm and moaning in passion. Celine clawed at his back and squeezed his buttocks, panting and moaning and calling his name.

  Trevor began to pick up the pace, as beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and in the small of his back. He thrust himself deeper and deeper into her until she was crying out in another orgasm, arching her back and panting frantically. Her curvy body shook as she reached her second climax, and Trevor couldn’t hold back any longer. He groaned loudly and shot a full, hot stream into her, squeezing her large breasts as his intense orgasm wracked through his body. As it began to subside, he collapsed onto her, exhausted and content.

  He lay there on top of her for a moment, with his semi-soft member still inside her, enjoying the blissful aftermath of their lovemaking. Then, with a soft moan, he pulled out of her and lay down on the bearskin rug beside her. He reached over and grabbed a blanket from a nearby shelf and draped it over the two of them. Then he cuddled up next to Celine and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

  Chapter Five

  The following morning, Celine awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs coming from Trevor’s humongous kitchen. She sat up and looked around, and noticing a silk white robe on the table, she quickly wrapped it around her and followed the scent of the breakfast food.

  “Morning sunshine,” Trevor smiled, placing a plate down on the table and motioning for her to have a seat.

  “Good morning,” Celine replied. She sat down and Trevor soon joined her. “Did you make all this?”

  “No, actually my cook did. But I’m happy to take the credit for it if it’ll give me brownie points,” he replied.

  Celine shuddered at the thought of Trevor’s cook seeing her sprawled out on his rug naked and asleep.

  “So, I’ve decided what I’m going to do about Connor,” he began, as he bit into a piece of bacon. “He tried to make it look like I was stealing from my own company, so I am going to beat the asshole at his own game. He has no idea I’m onto him, so I’m going to flip the game on him. I’m going to let him think I’m clueless and hire a private mole to secretly redirect all of the money he embezzled from all of the accounts and link it all back to him. And then I’m going to call a meeting with the company board of directors, making him think he’s getting a promotion, and expose him right there in front of the committee.”

  He set back with a smug, content look on his face, as if the thought of exposing Connor gave him a deep sense of self-satisfaction.

  Celine knew Connor deserved every bit of it, but she had never been the type of person to thrive on the humiliation of others.

  Trevor didn’t seem to notice her disinterest. He was too caught up in his plan. He continued boast and rant about his devious plot as they finished breakfast. As they finished eating, Trevor’s cell phone rang. He looked at the number and his face lit up.

  “Sorry to eat and run, Celine, but I’ve really gotta take this.” He answered the call and disappeared into the other room. Celine got up from the table and collected her things. She quickly re-dressed in one of the nearest bathrooms and then checked her own cell phone. It was nearly 11 am. She looked outside and saw the limo from last night still parked in front of the house. She longed to get home and shower and change into a fresh outfit. She wondered how long Trevor was going to be on his phone call.

  Suddenly, she began to feel out of place. The thoughts of self-doubt began to creep into her mind. What was I thinking? There’s no way a gorgeous, sophisticated billionaire playboy would be interested in having something meaningful with a girl like me. He finally got what he wanted from me and now I’m just another notch on his belt.

  The sound of Trevor’s voice broke her out of her trance.

  “Celine, dear, I’ve got to hurry and get ready for a very important meeting, but I’ll have Pablo take you back to your place.” He walked over to her and planted a quick, almost dismissive kiss on her forehead and abruptly left the room without another word.

  “See you later?” Celine asked, softly, to the empty room. Trevor was long gone. “Guess not.”

  She opened the front door of the mansion and saw Pablo, the limo driver holding the rear door open for her. She solemnly walked to limo alone and climbed inside.

  Chapter Six

  She didn’t hear from Trevor the rest of the day. A part of her wanted to call him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The following day was a Sunday, and still, no wor
d from Mr. billionaire Trevor McGill. Celine told herself he was just busy, but deep down, she felt ‘dismissed.’ She started to wonder if their night of passion had really been a one-night thing.

  Monday morning, she dreaded going to work, though she was anxious to see Trevor again, even though she didn’t quite know what to expect. She hoped things wouldn’t be weird between them. She decided she would play the role and act just as casual as she felt he was being—strictly back to ‘business as usual.’

  When she arrived at work, Trevor wasn’t there. She greeted the secretary and got right to work. Lunchtime came around–still no Trevor. Celine began to wonder if he’d already forgotten her.

  She continued to play it cool over the next week. Trevor didn’t call or show up at the office one time. One week turned into two. Occasionally, she would ask the secretary if she’d heard from Trevor, but the answer she always got was never more than a business fax or email.

  Late into the third week of no official word from Trevor, Celine begin to feel nauseous while sitting at her desk. The feeling overcame her suddenly and she rushed to the ladies’ room and vomited in the toilet. Still not feeling much relief, she recounted what she’d eaten for lunch that day.

  “Must’ve been a bad salad,” she said aloud, wiping her mouth off at the sink. She washed her hands and went back to her desk. She never really felt quite right the rest of the day, and was relieved when she finally got home to lie down.

  Over the next few days, she never did feel quite right, and the nausea seemed to come and go sporadically.

  It wasn’t until a couple of days later that she realized her period was late.

  “Shit!” she said to herself, and hurried out to the nearest drug store. She bought a pregnancy test in a rush. She could barely wait to get home and pee on the stick. Just as she’d suspected, the pregnancy test was positive.

  “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she repeated, looking down at the positive result in her hand.

  Over the weekend, she fought with the thought of whether or not to tell Trevor the news. She decided it was news better delivered in person, and felt that letting him know he was going to be a dad was a good-enough reason to reach out to him. On Sunday evening, she began to shake nervously as she picked up her phone and dialed his cell phone number.

  The sound of his voicemail blared into her ear. She hated leaving messages, but thought she ought to at least let him know she’d called.

  “Um…hi, Trevor. It’s me. Uh…I haven’t heard from you in a while, and I…uh…have something really important I…uh…really wanna talk to you about. Just…uh…you know, gimme a call when you get a chance.” She abruptly hung up and went back to doing laundry.

  She thought about sending a text, but decided against it, thinking it might be overkill. She anxiously waited to receive a reply from him, but still, nothing.

  Celine knew she needed to see a doctor about her “condition” soon, but wasn’t quite sure where to turn. She had a regular gynecologist, and figured she’d make an appointment with him sometime in the coming week.

  The next day, she went into work feeling nauseated and tired. As she entered her office, just about to sit down, two men walked in, seemingly engaged in a deep, friendly conversation. They were laughing and talking amongst themselves as if they were the best of comrades. One of the men was Trevor. The other, to Celine’s utter surprise, was Connor.

  Celine’s jaw all but hit the floor. She stood there at her desk, in awe for a moment, watching the two men enter the office and head straight for the secretary’s desk. Neither man even bothered to look in her direction. Celine couldn’t believe it. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

  I’ll be damned if I let him see me cry, she thought to herself. She quickly sat down in her chair and began typing on her computer. At least if I’m at my computer, he can’t see my tears. Not that he bothered to even look at me, anyway. Celine tried her best to muffle her quiet sobs as tears began to stream down her round, plump face.

  By the time she went to her first appointment, she had all but decided to keep her baby and raise it on her own. She knew she could easily prove that the baby was Trevor’s and through the court system, she could probably squeeze enough child support out of him to never have to work another day in her life. But that’s not what she wanted to do. Over all else, she wanted whatever would be best for her unborn child, but she felt very confused and unsure as to exactly what that would be.

  She was sitting her hospital gown on the examination table of the OB/GYN’s office as all these thoughts raced through her head. She rested a hand on her belly, though she had no baby bump just yet, and made a vow to her child that she would do whatever it took to give it the best life possible. Just then, her doctor entered the room.

  “So, Ms. Rossi, according to the date of your last menstrual cycle, it looks like you’re about 7 weeks along; but I want to schedule an official ultrasound just to be sure. Congratulations!” he reached out and shook her hand. But sadly, Celine didn’t much feel like celebrating.

  Another week went by with no Trevor. Her first ultrasound was in less than a week and she might get to hear her baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Though confused and alone, she was excited about the upcoming ultrasound appointment.

  On her way to work the next day, Celine was lost in her thoughts as she walked from her car towards the office building. She heard a text message pop up on her cell phone and pulled the phone out of her purse to check the message. As she was scrolling through the messages, a speeding car came rushing around the corner. Celine had just stepped into the street and the driver of the oncoming speeding vehicle slammed on the brakes, trying to stop the car in time. In a flash, the swerving car, slammed into Celine, forcing her body backwards and onto the street. Her cellphone went flying from her hands.

  Several onlookers watched in horror and a few women began screaming. Celine’s body hit the ground with a hard “thud” and her head banged down on the asphalt, knocking her out cold. The last thing she saw was her cell phone hitting the ground a few feet away from where she was lying in the street.

  The driver of the vehicle jumped out of the car and ran over to Celine, looking very distraught.

  “Oh my God! Miss! Miss I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” the young blonde-haired man who’d been driving the car raced over to where Celine was lying and kneeled down beside her.

  A few of the onlookers rushed to the scene as well.

  “Somebody call 9-1-1!” the young man shouted. He could see that Celine was out cold, and he had no idea how bad her injuries were. “Oh God! Please be okay, Miss! Dear God, what have I done?”

  The young man began to sob as he kneeled there in the street next to an unconscious Celine.

  Chapter Seven

  A groggy, confused Celine opened her eyes and looked around. Right away, she noticed she was in a hospital bed, and suddenly the accident came back to her. She sat up quickly, and a piercing pain shot through her head, causing her to hold her grab it with her hands and groan in agony.

  “Easy, darling,” a deep, familiar voice said from the opposite side of her hospital bed.

  Celine turned her aching head to see a smiling, calm-looking Trevor sitting in a chair near her bed. Celine’s eyes widened in surprise. Although a big part of her was happy to see him, another part of her was still very hurt and angry about the way he’d been ignoring her since their night of heated passion.

  “Glad to see you’re finally awake,” he said, his smile never leaving his face.

  “What are you doing here?” Celine snapped at him, as her seething anger began to take over.

  Trevor looked taken aback from her reply. But his stern look soon faded from his face and in a soft, caring voice, he answered her.

  “Celine, sweetheart, you have every right to be angry with me, but please, just give me a chance to explain things to you before you cut my head off.”

  Celine just looked at him with a blank stare. “I’m liste
ning.”

  “I never had a chance to explain everything to you about the Connor situation. I hired a private investigator/mole to dig deeper into the conspiracy you uncovered. As it turns out, Connor was onto you. He had rearranged the accounts to make it look like you and I had been in on the embezzling together. He was going to try and pin the crime on you.

  “I had to make it look like I had cut all ties with you in order to foil his plan. He knew he couldn’t call me on it, and cutting ties with you made him have to come up with a whole new approach. That bought me the time I needed to build my case against him and expose him for what he really is: a professional white-collar thief.

  “So you see, Celine, I did what I had to in order to protect you. Connor was arrested earlier today, and I was actually on my way to explain everything to you when this all happened. I sent you a text message to let you know I was headed to the office and wanted to take you to lunch. Here, see for yourself.” Trevor pulled his cellphone from his pocket and handed it to Celine.

  Celine looked down and read the message on Trevor’s phone:

  Celine, darling, I know you must be very confused and angry with me, but I am asking you for a chance to explain things to you. Please, let me take you to lunch today so that we can talk. I am on my way to the office and I have a surprise for you.

  Celine’s jaw dropped open in awe. Suddenly, she understood everything, and all of the anger and rejection she’d been feeling over the past several weeks instantly began to wane. It had been Trevor’s text message that had caused her phone to go off right before that car had hit her.

  “So you see, Celine, I still love you, sweetie,” he took her hand and kissed it softly. “You said you had something important to talk to me about. What was it?”

  Celine’s heart melted from the sound of his sincerity.

  Chapter Eight