A Dirty Player: A Football BWWM BBW Romance. (5 page)

I shrugged. “I’m just a bit surprised.” I explained to him how I was set up so many times in high school.

“Understandable. I just got to get away from that crazy bitch.”

“Who, Sally?”

He nodded. “She was screaming at me for hanging out with you, even though I explained there was nothing wrong. She acted all polyamorous and shit, but as soon as I even talked to another woman as just friends, she acted like I broke some rule. Bitches be crazy.”

I scoffed. “What?” he asked. “You’re not in the group of those crazy bitches.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that,” I explained. With that, I told him what Sally did after he left. His eyes widened. “She didn’t!”

“Yep,” I said. “She got a little physical with me, all because I got a sandwich with you. Why are you even dating that ho?”

“At first, it was because I liked the sex, but now, I feel like I’m fearing for my life. She’s like a time bomb that I can’t figure out how to turn off.”

“Break up with her, file a restraining order, call the cops if she gets close,” I said. “That’s what my mamma did after she broke up with my crazy stepdad.”

“That sounds easier than it looks,” Evan explained. “Everyone will notice, and there will be a whole circus over it. You know how my privacy is.”

“You know controversy, though,” I explained. “People forget about that shit within a week or two.”

He nodded. “I don’t disagree with that, but I still don’t want to risk my career. I just don’t know what to do.”

He walked closer. “By the way, thanks for being there with me. My friends would have laughed at me, and any other girl would have been all up on my bones instead of giving me a chance to speak my mind. You’re one of the few good ones.”

I smiled. “That’s what I strive to be.”

We looked at each other for a good while. Underneath that tough, player demeanor, I saw a man who was quite nice, and emotional, once you got to know him. His eyes looked expressive and wide as he looked into mine. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed him by the waist. I pulled him in, and we gave each other a chaste kiss on the lips.

As we pulled away, his cheeks reddened, but he looked at me with a nervous glance.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

What he said next had to be the sweetest, most adorable thing ever. “That actually felt nice.”

The word ‘actually’ did seem dubious, as if he was expecting my lips to feel like sandpaper. But I got what he meant. Even though I was virginal, I was apparently a good kisser.

I blushed. “It felt nice on my end, too. I expected you to have lips of a rough football player, but you’re actually good.”

He smiled, making him seem less tough and more like a precious cinnamon roll. “I’m glad to hear that.”

There was a few more seconds of awkward tension, and then we approached each other again. This time, he pulled me in like a knight and kissed me. The kiss went from chaste to passionate. I lost my breath as I tasted his minty breath, his tongue lashing against mine. I loved every second of it!

We stepped kissing to catch our breaths. “Do you want to…?” I asked him before panting some more.

“I don’t know where this is going, but the answer is yes,” he replied. I watched as he took off his shirt, revealing his astounding body. Jesus! He looked like one of the models you’d see at the men’s warehouse. His abs were ridiculously ripped, and I admit, I stared at them like a giddy schoolgirl.

“Care if I feel your chest?” I asked him. He gave me a stare, and then said, “Sure.” My hand rubbed his bod, and I had to admit, it felt quite nice. Just like a washboard.

“I want to see your body now,” he said. I tensed up, and I was almost tempted to refuse. My body was a disaster! I looked around, sweating, as I took off the ratty shirt I was wearing. I didn’t even bother to dress nicely, because I thought he just saw me as a friend.

As I took off my shirt, revealing my oversized bra, I expected him to reel in disgust. I didn’t have the best body in town. I was pudgy, and my breasts were too big. Then, I watched as he drew closer and put his hands around my waist.

“You look amazing,” he said. “Honestly, this is the first time I’ve seen a bigger girl like this. My friends told me they looked disgusting, so I didn’t even bother.”

I scoffed. “Screw them.”

He wrapped his arms around me, feeling every inch of my body. His hands worked up to the back of my bra, where he unclasped it. My bra fell off, revealing my bare breasts. I never cared for my breasts; always thought the nipples were too big, and I envied those with firm tits. Evan grabbed my left breast, and I could see a pleasing look in his eyes. He gave it a light squeeze, and that’s when the electricity came.

It surged throughout my body, filling me with sparks, and I let out an embarrassing moan. Never did I think I’d experience such ecstasy from the touch of someone, and he was just getting started.

All my senses fell to him. I stopped moving and let him do the rest. He unbuttoned my pants and took them off, revealing the cheap panties I got from the convenience store. He took them off, and underneath it, he stared at my pussy. It had been a bit since I shaved, but I tried to keep myself trimmed for the sake of my own sanity. His finger gravitated towards my vulva, which instinctively started to get wet.

The finger went inside me, and my entire body shook. This feeling was foreign to me, and it felt so embarrassing acting like this in front of a guy who has probably banged hundreds of women. I mean, I did occasionally masturbate, but the feeling of someone else’s finger just touching my inside made me go crazy.

“Looks like you’re all ready,” he said. “I’m actually quite amazed. Most girls want so much foreplay before they’re ready, and even then, they bitch.”

I blushed. “This is new to me. I’m a virgin, after all.”

“I’ve had plenty of virgins, and they’re never this ready. Then again, they probably lied.”

He pulled down his pants and boxers, and his erection popped out. I had seen my fair share of dick pics, and they always turned  me off. But seeing someone’s dick in person, fully erect and ready to take me on, was actually quite sexy. I imagined him going inside me, and I couldn’t help myself.

“I want it,” I said.

He came closer. It was now or never. Do I let the football player take my virginity, or should I hold on? I thought about my mamma, who was always full of regret whenever she mentioned dating my father. Did I want to make the same mistake? I mean, seeing as how he’s banged so many women, you’d think I’d hear it if one of them got pregnant, but…

It was as if he was reading my mind. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m skilled at this. I haven’t gotten a girl knocked up. Not even a pregnancy scare. A few crazies have claimed they’ve had kids by me, but when I told them to take a paternity test, they run away.”

I chuckled, and then spread my legs. They say your first time hurt, but as he entered me, I realized that was a bunch of nonsense. My womanhood accepted his cock and tightened around it. I’ve had a few dildos in there, but the feeling of a man’s dick made the sensation of masturbating seem like nothing.

As he started thrusting, I looked up to see a man who was enjoying himself. I could tell he was actually impressed by what I had to offer, and I was, too. Being the object of apathy for so long, it was amazing seeing a man who actually enjoyed me.

“Turn around,” he told me as he pulled out his cock. I did so, my cheeks flushing as I realized he was looking at my bare ass. He grabbed my cheeks, squeezed them, and then gave the left one a light smack. I let out a coo as the stinging pain improved the sensations. Before this, I never understood how people could get off to spanking. I had my fair share of ass whoopings from my mamma, and it was never fun.

But when it was done by someone who’s doing it out of love, it’s amazing! He thrust his dick back inside me, grabbing my cheeks like a cowboy grabs his horse’s reigns. He continued his assault in my womanhood, thrusting fast this time, as my pussy finally warmed up to his dick. There was a lewd sound of his body smacking against mine, and it stimulated my senses even more. Soon, my first orgasm was building up. Then, it happened out of the blue. I came. My vision turned white for a second as the electricity burst into millions of sparks. I was left panting and seeing stars, and yet Evan still had more to go.

I looked behind me to see Evan’s face, his eyes closed as he embraced his pleasure. I could tell he was loving it, and was about to reach his peak, too.

“Get ready!” he shouted as he pulled out his cock. As he did, I had my second orgasm. I thought this one would be anticlimactic, pun not intended, because I already had an orgasm. Boy, was I wrong. To say I saw stars was an understatement. For a brief second, it was like Evan opened my mind to a new world.

I turned over, and Evan aimed his dick at me, stroking it a few times. Then, the semen shot out. Big loads of his juice hit me on the tits and stomach, and one shot landed straight in the belly button. I had to chuckle as I imagined a basketball announcer yelling “Score!”

We collapsed on the bed, euphoria clouding my brain. How had I not experienced a feeling so pleasant in my life? As his semen seeped into my belly button, we cuddled together and started talking about our future.

“I’m going into nursing,” I said. “My mamma always wanted to be a nurse, and I do like taking care of others, so why not kill two birds with one stone? Classes are hard, but hey, that’s life for you. What about you?”

He shrugged and panted. “Who knows?” he said. “My mom’s saying I should try for the NFL after college football has to end. I mean, everyone does say I have talent, but I don’t know if I’m cut out for the big guys. I’m trying to finish my basics and then decide from there. But is it bad I want a cushier job? You know, I made fun of the computer geeks in my school, but a job involving sitting around and doing office work doesn’t seem that bad in hindsight.”

“Do what you want, that’s what I say. That’s why we pay for college. To realize what we wanna be and where we wanna go.”

He laughed, and then he looked at his phone. His eyes widened.

“Crap! It’s midnight!” he said. Evan jumped off the bed and put on his clothes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Sally came over. She fell asleep on my bed. Luckily, she’s a heavy sleeper, and probably will be out like a log when I get back. But I’m afraid she’ll wake up to use the bathroom and realize I’m not there.

“Oh, shit,” I said, and he nodded. “I’m sorry to leave you like this, I really am, but I gotta go back and hope Sally doesn’t get too mad.”

With that, he kissed my forehead and ran out of the dorm. As he did, all sorts of thoughts swam through my head. But none of them assumed he was a player. To me, he was a kind, honest man who was looking to find himself. But I didn’t think about it too much, because the sex was too much. I soon fell asleep.

Evan

As I returned to my dorm, Sally was lying there, fast asleep. Say what you will about her, but she’s one hell of a sleeper, and I thank whatever God there is above for that. I lied down as far away from her as I possibly could and thought about what happened. How long would it be until Sally found out?

I said earlier that I would never do a bigger girl, but now that I had, I didn’t want to go back to Sally. I never realized how the meaningless sex with her meant absolutely nothing to me. The sex with Alisha actually made me feel like something. Alisha not only valued me as a person, but she cared about me for my character and not because I was a good-looking football player. To her, that seemed like nothing more than a bonus.

But I couldn’t do this in secret. I had to tell Sally sooner or later. With what Alisha was telling me, I almost feared to do so. Sally seemed crazier by the day, and if I dared to go against her, she would find a way to destroy our relationship.

Should I wean off Sally? Maybe see her on occasion, but make it less and less until Sally lost interest? It seemed like a good plan, but Sally looked like the girl who would see through that and try to force her way into my life even more. If I dropped her cold turkey, she’d probably go crazy on me.

I suppose, at the end of the day, my solution would be to just do it. Like that one shoe company tells you, you aren’t going to accomplish something if you beat around the bush. You have to grab life by the horns and accept the consequences of doing so, if you want to succeed.

As I looked at Sally, I knew it wouldn’t be simple. And I had to do it eventually. Not tonight, though. Hell hath no fury like a woman who was awakened.

Alisha

As I lied in my bed, the multiple orgasms I had should have been enough to put me to sleep. However, even though my body was tired, my brain was wide awake, thinking about just what happened.

He’s playing you! one part of my mind said. Why wouldn’t he break up with that bitch? He’s probably just experimenting with a new type of girl, and since he liked it, he’ll keep coming back with the excuse that he can’t break up with Sally.

Another part warred with the first side, like a defense attorney arguing with a prosecutor. Did you forget how crazy Sally is? His excuse makes sense. If I were dating someone like Sally, I’d have a hard time leaving her, too. He’s clearly trying to change and clean up his act.

These two sides of my mind clashed like children, and myself was wondering what was true and what wasn’t. Was he playing me? Did I just give up my virginity to someone who didn’t care? At least he pulled out if that was the case, but my mamma told me my virginity was something to hold on to until you meet someone who was right.

Eventually, I did fall asleep. Julie herself did not return. I guess she was drowning her sorrows with another man’s dick.

When I awoke, I received texts from Evan. “So about last night,” it said. “I really do like you, and I want to be with you forever. But this woman won’t get off my back.”

I picked up the phone and replied with, “I know. There are so many other football players she could sleep with. Why is she going after you?”

“It was my fault. I played with her feelings, and I’m now suffering the consequences. To sound like a bad movie, I created a monster. She wasn’t like this when we first met; she was a religious zealot.” He went on to explain what exactly went down. I should have felt jealous as he described the sex, but I listened.

“Don’t blame yourself,” I replied. “In a way, she’s the product of her parents. Sheltering your kid turns it into a wild child when it’s grown up. I’m just surprised her father didn’t send her to a Christian college or something.”

We continued texting, trying to figure out what our next move will be. Finally, Evan texted me with an “I’m going to try to fix this. Tonight, I will try talking to Sally. I won’t break up with her, per se, but I will try to imply it.”

Hoo boy. This wasn’t going to end up well. But I couldn’t tell Evan his plan was flawed. Instead, I replied with, “Okay. See what you can do.”

And, with that, I carried on with my day. Julie returned, and, what a shock, she had a new boyfriend and looked happier than a mouse in a cheese factory. I just rolled my eyes, wondering how a girl like her could go through guys like it’s tissue paper. In my opinion, when you get a man, you should hold onto him for dear life unless you must break up.

Evan

After finishing up my classes, I began preparing for the biggest trial of all: facing Sally. As I returned to my dorm, Sally texted me, saying that she was heading over. She was practically my roommate at this point, abandoning her dorm to stay in mind. Good thing my place didn’t enforce roommates staying over.

I sighed, sat on the bed, and waited for the big moment to arrive. Soon, Sally entered, a smile on her face. This church girl looked like she had to tell me something.

“So I’ve been thinking about the future,” she said. “My dad will frown on us unless we’re married, and  I don’t want him to cut my funding. I’ve told him I’m single, but he’ll know the truth sooner or later. So maybe we can be married. Or, at the very least, pretend we are.”

Entering the room and already acting clingy as hell. Don’t use your father as an excuse to act out your own fantasies. I know you’re full of it.

I stood up, crossing my arms. I needed to think about what to say before Sally questioned me.

“That’s good. So, I have something to say,” I told her. This phrase bought me some time so I could think about what I was going to say next.

“Hmm?” she quizzed, acting all innocent and whatnot.

I continued. Here goes nothing. “I was thinking, and after much consideration, I decided that this may not work out.”

That could have been worded better, but there was no turning back now. I tensed up as I wondered what Sally would say next.

At first, there was a blank slate on her face, and that was perhaps the scariest thing she could do. Then, she smiled. “Why not?” she asked. “We’ve worked out great so far.”

Underneath that smile, I could see the real Sally coming out. I just hoped I wouldn’t unleash her too soon. “Well, I have to finish school, and hanging out with you has made my grades fall. Besides, as you said, your father wouldn’t approve.”

The smile widened. “I can help you on your homework, and if worst comes to worst, I’ll let daddy shun me. Fuck it. Deep down, I never believed in that stuff anyway.”

She was antsy, sweat pouring down her face. In a way, I had to feel a little bad for her. She was definitely a  product of how she was raised, I can say that much.

I shook my head. “I just want to take a break at least. Maybe we can get back together sometime, but I need some time to think, you know?”

Her brow furrowed and she gritted her teeth. The real Sally was emerging, like a demon coming out of Hell. “So that’s how it is,” she said. “You want to leave me, huh?”

I waved my hands. “Nothing like that. I just want to take a little break.”

She gritted her teeth harder. “In English class today, I learned about euphemisms. Do you know what they are?”

I nodded, a tad confused. “Aren’t they weaker words or phrases you substitute from stronger words? For instance, saying ‘passed away’ instead of ‘died?’”

She nodded. “For a lunkhead, you have some smarts.”

Lunkhead? Way to get to my heart, girl.

“Anyway, you saying ‘Taking a break,’ is a euphemism for ‘I’m seeing someone else, and I want you to fuck off.’ Is that correct?”

Her stare pierced into my soul, I found myself unable to resist her questioning. I nodded. “Fine. I’m seeing someone else.”

She crossed her arms. “Exactly. I knew it. Why would you want to break up with a sexy girl like me who is a great fuck unless you were seeing someone else?” Her eyes squinted. “Who is it? Honestly, I can be on the side if you want.”

“None of your business,” I said. “And I’m no longer interested in side chicks. Sorry.”

Her first shook. She gave me that piercing stare. “Of course you’d say that. But I’m not dumb. I know who it is. It’s her isn’t it? That Alisha chick you’re always talking to. But that makes no sense. I thought you had standards. It’s like a rich man eating at McDonald’s. It makes no sense.”

I growled, myself now becoming heated. “First off, she’s a better lay than you are.”

I watched her reel back, her makeup cracking as she heard this revelation. Not only did I directly tell her we fucked, I said Alisha was better than Sally.  “And second, it’s more than just looks. She actually cares about me, and likes me for my character and not because I’m a star football player. I’m tired of getting all these vapid, ditzy girls who just want my dick. Sure, it was fun for a few years, but I want something quality, and I think she’s the right girl for me.”

I was surprised how these words came out of my mouth. In a way, I felt like I was delivering the ultimate verbal smackdown on this crazy bitch. Thank God for that.

She froze in place for a few seconds, and before I knew it, she grabbed the closest object she could find, which was a watch I had lying on my desk. My mom gave that to me as a gift, and this precious present was now in the hands of a psycho who threw it at me. The watch smacked on my face, stinging it quite a bit.

“You’ll pay for this!” she shouted, tears flying from her eyes. As her makeup ran, she looked more like a screaming banshee than a sexy church girl. My God. How did I find her attractive? Was this really the girls I dated? I felt like I was being unplugged out of the Matrix after years inside.

Before I could fight back, she ran out of the door and sprinted past the hallway like a road runner.

Alisha

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I was about to go to bed when I heard the knocking on my door. Julie had been out for a while, so I guessed it was her. But why would she be knocking on her own door unless she lost the keys? Then again, that was a very Julie thing to do.

I opened the door, and standing in front of me was none other than Evan! Save for his face being a bit red, he was fine. Thank goodness! I looked at my phone, wondering if I ever got a notification from him. Sure enough, there wasn’t anything. The last text I got said he was confronting Sally.

“How did it go?” I asked him.

“She was crazy,” he said. With that, he explained to me what exactly went down. I stood there in shock and awe as he told me how he confronted Sally and how she threw his own watch at him.

“Normally, I don’t care for watches, but my mom but that for a grand. I kind of have to keep it in one piece. Thankfully, it didn’t break, but still.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but then remembered that Sally was still out there. “Do you think you’re safe from Sally?” I asked. “Or myself?”

He shrugged. “To be honest, I really don’t know. Sally was crazy, sure, but I don’t know how crazy. Maybe she’ll get over it and move on to another boy, or revert back to being religious, sweeping everything other the rug.”

“I hope that’s the way she goes,” I said.

“But yet again, she looks like she holds a grudge. Just be careful, all right?”

“I will,” I said, thinking about how Sally grabbed me. For a skinny white girl, she was strong whenever she put her mind to it. I shuddered and wondered if that was the last we’ve seen of Sally.

He sat down on Julie’s bed. If Julie knew this, she’d never wash those sheets again. He sighed. “Anyway, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m usually man who’s playing women, but now, I just want to settle down.” He gave me a straight look. “And to be real, I want to settle down with you.”

Those words that came out of his mouth seemed unreal to me. How in the world could a star football player ever care about someone like me? It was almost like I was dreaming. But this was reality, and he really did have these feelings for me. It was too unreal to believe, though.