The Touchdown

by Bishop, K. M.

  I sipped the champagne and really just tried to lose myself in the sweetness of the evening. The events of the past few days were still fresh in my mind and I was nervous worrying about everything, but so far, I had managed to keep my mind off it for the most part during the course of the evening. I was too focused on the fun we were having.

  The restaurant was so romantic and gorgeous. I had no idea how interesting it was, how beautiful, and how close to the apartment it actually was. I didn’t go to places like that, so I never really went searching to see where these places were. Most of them tended to be hidden and out of the way.

  The food was out of this world fantastic. I’d never had better food in my life. I wished that I could afford to come there all the time. I had no idea how Bobby was able to afford it. I hoped it wasn’t putting him in some kind of a bind. But I didn’t ask anything about it. He said he had it covered, so I dropped it at that.

  After the dinner we made our way back to the limo. I was feeling nice and tipsy, but I was still pretty far from being drunk. It seemed like a shame that the evening was ending now, but I had a feeling that the two of us were just beginning to have some real fun tonight.

  The moment we got to the limo, Bobby told the driver to drive somewhere. I couldn’t hear where he said, but I had a feeling it might take a little bit of a drive to get there. I was glad we weren’t going straight home. We were all dressed up and ready for a fun filled evening.

  The moment the driver pulled away from the restaurant, I could see the lust in Bobby’s eyes. He was sitting beside me, peering into my eyes, looking like he wanted to take me in every possible way he could imagine right then and there. I was ready for it. I wanted him too.

  “Would you like another drink?” Bobby asked.

  I responded by grabbing his face and pulling him in for a big kiss. His mouth opened wider swallowing my lips, pulling me into him a bit more. I felt my whole body glowing, getting red hot all over. The tingles hit me so hard right then, from head to toe. I could feel my body getting tight, growing wet, readying my entrance for Bobby’s sweet tool. He knew exactly how to pluck my strings to get me moving properly. I’d been horny and ready for him ever since the other night when I went to him after his arrest. I hated to admit it, but the fact that my boyfriend had been arrested kind of made him seem even hotter. I was aware that was a silly cliché, and there were so many adult films that had that as a premise or an active fantasy, but I had always hoped I could rise above such things.

  Bobby’s arms were bulging against the constraints of his jacket. I could see him flexing as he held me close to him, kissing me passionately, getting himself ready for the lustful embrace that would soon follow. His tongue was pressing hard, aggressively over mine, wrapping me up and lapping my tongue back into his mouth. I loved the way he was taking control and I was totally into letting him. It was my special day; I deserved all the special treatment.

  My hands found their way to Bobby’s crotch and I began to fumble with his pants, pushing against his bulge and feeling it growing harder beneath my touch. The soft, thin fabric of the pants did not leave much to the imagination. I also did not have the patience to wait and get him fully ready. I could tell he was already there anyway. And anything else would only delay the time. There was enough torture in the world, especially our lives lately. Why wait?

  I unzipped his fly and unbuckled his pants before reaching inside and pulling out his thick member. There it was. Beautiful, ready for me. I held it softly in both hands, fondling it, fingering the sides, rolling my thumb up and down the bottom of it and then squeezing the tip a little bit. This was what I’d been waiting for all night. He was fully engorged, pulsating in my hand, beckoning out to be inside of me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed it now.

  I kissed Bobby hard on the mouth as I reached under my dress and pulled my underwear down my legs until I was kicking them off my feet. I was now ready for some easy access. Bobby’s eyes grew wide and his length grew even longer.

  “Are you ready?” Bobby asked.

  I turned around and stuck my ass up in the air. “I’m so ready.”

  He took a look down at my folds, and stuck a finger in to test the wetness. I was already sopping wet.

  “Good,” Bobby moaned. I looked back and saw him licking me off his fingers. Then he tested me again, this time pushing his finger farther inside. Again that same moan of pleasure, but even harder, louder, and much more intense as he tasted me again.

  He slapped my entrance with his big, fat member, then pushed in just the tip to stretch me over a little bit. I couldn’t resist bucking my hips back a little bit and pushing into him. He anticipated the move and pulled back wagging his finger at me.

  “No, not yet…” Bobby said.

  I smiled. What was he doing? It was hilarious when he teased me. I played along. I turned back to look at him, my ass still stuck up in the air. “Please…”I groaned. “Please give it to me…”

  I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked on it to give him the full, cheesy, visual. He laughed and then placed a hand on my left cheek. With his other one he carefully pushed himself into me all the way, spreading me far and wide. I rocked myself backwards to make sure that this was really happening and he wasn’t going to tease me anymore.

  I grabbed onto the edge of the seat and rocked my hips back and forth, pulsating against him as aggressively and as wildly as I possibly could. He felt so good inside of me, his balls slapping against my bottom, his hard girth stretching me to the fullest capacity that I could manage. I had been waiting for this for so long. I desperately needed him to fill me full of all of it. I wanted him badly.

  He was growing harder, pressing me more, stretching, and pounding more deeply. I rested my head on the front of the seat in front of me and let Bobby continue to pile drive himself into me with expert precision.

  I was going to come hard all over him. It was just a matter of time.

  I whined slightly with the moan, enjoying both pleasure and pain as his wickedly huge member pulled back and forth on my skin moving in and out. I was very wet, but even with that Bobby was the maximum size I could fit into myself. He was perfect for me.

  I decided then that I wanted to change positions. I pulled away and then motioned for Bobby to lie down on the seat. I then climbed on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position and started rocking up and down on his huge thickness. My feet found a steady plant on his thighs and then I was pushing up and down on his body using my legs for extra support as well. Bobby had his hands wrapped around me, holding my breasts close to me, gushing them in his large hands.

  I rocked my hips around in circles a few times, permitting Bobby to probe me, as if his rod was absorbing all of my sweet juices that were now spewing from my body in huge waves. It felt so damn good. I could practically feel his body about to orgasm right with mine.

  And I decided that I wanted to see it happening. I turned around so I could ride him face to face, where I then leaned over him and kissed him on the way down, before raising back up to a full sitting position, changing the way he entered me, altering the angle slightly. Then I repeated the process as I bent over him once again. I gave him a sweet kiss on the mouth at the end of the rotation.

  Bobby grabbed my hips just then and held me as he pumped me harder and harder from below. I giggled while he continued to pleasure me, holding him tight and smothering him with sweet kisses, which were growing deeper as I pushed his mouth open with my tongue and licked hard into his mouth awakening him and allowing our mouths to dance together in a locking victory of sorts.

  I was suddenly on the verge of finishing my climax. It hit me all of a sudden. I knew it was coming, but suddenly it closed in the gap and I was working as hard as I could to hold it back a bit, not yet sure if we were going to finish together or not, but sure that we would be close.

  Then Bobby’s body started to shake as every single muscle was put under tension and he started to cry out for me to give him everythi
ng. He held my body clamped down on his as he bumped into me with awesome fury. He was about to come hard all over me. Soon… oh… there it was.

  I felt his wetness pouring into me, erupting like some sort of perfect geyser, emptying his load fully into me. His body shook, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he froze at the end as his body released every ounce of himself into me. His abs were tight, his teeth were gritting, and the look on his face was one of total agony.

  It all turned me on so much, that I couldn’t help but go to that next level with him. My own climax roared within me a few seconds later. I could feel my body squeezing and choking his, locking in on him to draw the seed out of his body and right into mine.

  And when it was over the two of us collapsed on top of each other. We were one. We were together in the most perfect, most intimate way.

  The limo smelled like love now, not just sex, but love. Every time Bobby and I got together, we felt nothing but love for each other.

  And I knew that this would never stop.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Bobby

  Two Weeks Later

  Today was going to be a weird day. I knew that when I woke up that morning. It was the day of the last game of the regular season. It was the day of the game against Ohio State. We were playing at home. And it was the day that a victor would emerge among these two Big Ten teams to see who would go to the bowl game and who would stay home. We were both tied in our records and it was tough to say who would win. I had faith that our passing game would reign supreme against their running offense, but their passing defense was crazy tough as well.

  I woke up that morning feeling good. Everything about me felt healthy and I didn’t see any reason in the world to be afraid of that day, or to expect that anything bad would be coming along towards us that day. But I was nervous as hell. I knew that I shouldn’t have been. But it was ok. I was going to muster the strength to pull through it all. I would do fine. That was the mantra I kept telling myself as I went along and started my five a.m. run.

  The paths were quiet, the sunrise was serene, and the air was getting a bit chilly as I ran along trying not to keep anything worrisome in my head. But this game meant a lot. So many pro scouts would be there. And it was the game to determine if we would be advancing to the bowl game or not. I could not stop dwelling on that very important fact.

  As I ran and I let the sound of my feet hitting the ground echo into my ears, I tried to zone out of it all. I didn’t want to think about how hard today’s game was going to be. I couldn’t dwell on the fact that there would be untold number of scouts in the stands watching my every move. I didn’t want to think about how good it would feel to have Ro in the stands cheering me on this time. Her team had their last game a few days prior on Thursday. Their record was worse than ours. We were still undefeated. They’d lost to us.

  And that was the biggest thing I was worried about. Because the game was at home, there were a bunch of Purdue students, especially players who wanted to see us fail. They were willing to make that two hour drive to see us get beaten and they would be cheering as loudly as they could.

  That was fine. It would just add more fuel to the fire. We were going to win this today. There was no room for error. There was no room for failure.

  I finished the jog and took a quick shower. Then I had a protein shake for breakfast. I wasn’t hungry for anything else. I was too nervous. I probably would have thrown it back up. My stomach felt like it was doing belly flops inside. I could not recall being so nervous and upset before a game.

  Ro was still asleep in bed. She’d stayed at my place the night before. We made love and spent a nice, quiet evening watching television and eating pizza. It was always good to carb load before a game. And I would fight anyone tooth and nail to tell me that pizza was not healthy carbs.

  She was so supportive. Without her, I didn’t know where I’d be. This season had been so hard and trying, not just with the things that had happened to us as a couple. Without Ro’s love and support, I wasn’t sure I could have made it so far, so easily. This was the time. This was the time for me to be as alive and as ready as I could be. Ro had touched something sweet in me that I never could have known existed otherwise.

  She woke up about seven and found me sitting on the floor my room, thinking about everything. She could tell that I was stressed to the max, and she sat down beside me for a while and I held her hand, listened to her soothing voice telling me how much she believed in me, and how amazing she knew I was going to do. Somehow just hearing her confidence and belief in me made all the difference in the world.

  By the time game time rolled around, I was no longer scared or nervous. I was ready. I was pumped. I was in control of my emotions and I was ready to go on a warpath to kick some Ohio State ass. Whatever they tried against us we were going to give it back to them in buckets.

  “Alright team. This is what we’ve been working towards all season. We have made it this far because we deserve to be here. This is where you really grind it out and give it your best shot. You don’t give them an inch of nothing they can use against you. Do you understand me? Whatever mistakes you might have made this season, it all stops now. Men, we are going to rise victorious today. I know this as surely as I know anything. You may not believe this, but I had a vision at the beginning of this season that we would be here right now. In fact, I heard some of this speech in that dream, in that vision. I was saying everything then that I’m saying now. There was nothing left for me to add onto it, I had it all in that vision. It summed up everything perfectly. Now go out there today and show these bastards who you are. Show them how they don’t belong on the same field with you. This is for all of the marbles. Let’s show them that Indiana spirit!”

  We all jumped up and started hollering and whooping after hearing Coach Smith’s almost asinine speech. I was pretty sure most of us nodded off halfway through, but we were all so pumped, so ready to roll that we just went with it. There were parts of it that were inspiring… but mostly it was garbage, just like coach was. He was a pure piece of garbage and he should never be allowed to coach again. I really wanted to tell him this. Maybe when the season ended.

  We all huddled together and put our hands stacked on top of each other. Then we counted to three and yelled “PANTHERS!”

  We ran out of the locker room heading for the gate. We could hear the roar of the crowd outside chanting. It was time.

  It was time to become heroes.

  * * *

  The pass was intercepted. I realized the ball was underthrown and ran as hard as I could. I didn’t even have time to blink. One second the ball was in the air, and the next I was running for it. I had it in my sights, my hands almost there around it, but suddenly another pair of hands were grabbing it. And they had it in their clutches.

  NO!

  I turned and ran as fast as I could chasing down the man with the ball. We were out in front of everyone. It was boiling down to a foot race between him and me.

  I hunkered down and spread my stride out as far as I could. My feet were barely touching the ground as I sprinted as fast as I could down the field. I was gaining quickly. I was taller, my legs were longer, and I had always been built for speed. It was just one of my gifts.

  I caught him and tackled him hard to the ground. The moment he hit, the ball popped loose. It sprung up in the air. I didn’t have time to think. I grabbed the ball out of the air and ran with it. Quickly, I zig zagged through a few gaps and then made my way down the field.

  Before I realized it I was crossing the end zone for the only score of the game. It was the final minutes of the fourth quarter. We had duked it out back and forth for the entire time, both teams gaining no leverage or momentum. We were effectively in a deadlock. Until this.

  Now we were ahead six to zero.

  I ran over to the sidelines where my teammates congratulated me and the coach gave me a big high five. I guess he wasn’t too upset I’d missed the catch originally, e
ven though it was a bad throw.

  That was fine.

  We were catching our breaths and waiting to get set up with the extra point when we noticed something strange happening. There was a man on the field. But he wasn’t a player, at least not for Ohio State or for us. He was wearing a Purdue varsity jacket. The Purdue crowd had heckled us the entire games so far, even starting some fights in the stands amongst those daring enough to sit on our side.

  This player was standing in the middle of the field now drawing confusion from all sides. Then I saw that he had a microphone in his hand.

  What was going on?

  “Bobby Taylor, and Ro Ranier. Please come out here.”

  I looked at the coach. He simply shrugged.

  Seeing Ro moving out of the first row in the stands, I made my way out to the field. As I got closer I could make out that this player was in fact Gerald, the man that Keith had stabbed.

  Ro and I were now standing there with him. The referees seemed to be in on this as they smiled and nodded to me. What was happening?

  Gerald took my hand and he took Ro’s hand, then he placed them together holding them up high.

  “Enough is enough. This rivalry is over.”

  There was silence and then the whole crowd erupted in applause. It took the Purdue group a few moments, but soon they were all cheering, too.

  He was right. This had gone on far too long. And now we could all unite as sportsman, and create a strong brotherhood. There didn’t need to be any reason for us to fight any longer. Keith’s actions had disgraced them all. He’d hurt a brother, a friend, a teammate, all for his own heinous hatred. It was done. All of it.

  I realized then what I had to do.

  I motioned over to Jacob to get something out of my bag. He knew what to do. He grabbed the object and ran it out on the field to me. I took the box and removed my helmet as Jacob ran back to the sidelines.