A Dirty Player: A Football BWWM BBW Romance. (7 page)

“Can we talk this out?”

“No! Take one step closer, and he gets it!”

Geez. I guess Sally watched an action movie one time and thought she could reenact it. However, I took no steps. My hands felt my pockets, and then I noticed something in there.

It was the wooden football Evan signed for me.

After I got home from the game, I practically forgot to take out the football in my pants. I even left it in when I washed my clothes. Thankfully, the football stayed right there. It was small, but if I threw it right…

I pulled it out. Sally gave me a curious glance before grabbing hold of Evan.

“What’s that?”

“Something for you to catch,” I said.

My mamma told me that sometimes, you have to let throw everything to the wind and let fate guide it. I thought that was a silly belief for the longest time, but now, I was about to test it out. I threw the wooden football as hard as I could. To my surprise it soared like a bullet towards Sally.

Sally tried holding the knife to dodge, but the football smacked her straight in the forehead. Once again, her eyes went white and she collapsed in the fountain, the knife dropping to the ground. Evan stood up, panting.

“Never thought I’d be saved like that,” he said. He was giving me a stoic look, and I had to smile. The smile contagiously spread to him, and he ended up laughing, We grabbed Sally, put her against the side of the fountain, and then we soon saw security rushing towards the dorm. We called out to them.

Two officers, both looking greener than a frog in swamp water, ran to us, brandishing guns.

“What’s going on?” one asked. “Are you the one who called?”

We explained the situation, and both of them gasped. They took Sally’s unconscious body, cuffed it, and then she stirred. As she did, she immediately stood up. It was like she wasn’t even injured.

“I’ll kill you!” she shouted to the two. Then, she saw the officers. “I’m sorry,” was all she said. Looks like she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The usual questioning happened after that. We explained the story to the officers, who recognized Evan right away. Heck, Evan gave them autographs. They looked at each other while scratching their heads as I explained to them that I was his girlfriend, but once Evan agreed, they backed off. 

Easy to say, we didn’t get too much sleep after that. We tried keeping what happened between us and the officers, but we knew that soon, this story would spread. A well-known preacher’s daughter attacks a known local football player over a nobody. It sounded like something straight out of a bad sitcom.

But as we returned to our dorms finally, I could not help but smile. I saved my boyfriend, and in a way, he saved me from my own misery. It was sunrise when I finally returned to my room, and as I closed my eyes, I knew that after what happened, our relationship was going to stay grounded for a long time, at the very least. After I saved Evan from his crazy ex, he wasn’t going to be playing any girl for a long time.

For the next few days, it was a bit of a blackout. We both holed ourselves in the dorms as the rumor mill began churning like a freight train. Julie herself avoided staying with me for too long, as she heard that I beat up a Christian girl for looking at my man funny. Even though I explained to her that wasn’t what happened.

But, the good thing about controversies in the 21st century is that while they do explode, they fizzle out quite quickly. In about a week, everyone had moved onto the next hot button issue, and Evan and I made plans to see each other again.

We met over lunch at the local burger joint. As Evan ate his triple-decker burger, he said, “Been one hell of a week. Sally’s probably going to be locked up in the loony bin, and I still can’t get over what happened.”

As he spoke, his voice went from masculine to soft. “Anyway, I must thank you. You saved me back there, and for that, I’ll never forget it. Alisha, I…”

He trailed off, and then he gulped. I could tell that this was his pride that he was swallowing, and I gave him a warm, motherly smiled.

“I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes felt wet. Those were just the onions on the burger, I swear. However, with tears in my eyes, I held his hands and said, “I love you too.”

The two of us gave each other warm gazes, and then he said, “Anyway, I’m glad the controversy finally died down, because the final game is coming up soon. We’re facing off against the Mantises, which is one of the toughest teams in the nation. Will you be there for me?”

I nodded. I still didn’t care for sports, and I don’t think I ever would, but I would always be there for Evan, no matter where he goes in life.

In no time at all, it was time for the big game. I watched from the front row as the Bobcats faced off against the Mantises. I was in the edge of my seat as the Bobcats were trailing behind during the first half of the game. As the halftime break happened, I met up with Evan.

“You can do this!” I told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Then, the second half of the game began. I watched as Evan, with some renewed energy, was able to get the Bobcats tied with the Mantises. In the last minute of the game, the Mantises were getting close to scoring a touchdown. But then, Evan tackled one of the players and grabbed the football before he could. Evan ran towards the goal just as the buzzer went off.

To say everyone cheered was an understatement. There were tears, streamers, airhorns, and above all, more team spirit than a single arena could contain. Everyone huddled together to celebrate while I stayed in my bench for a good while until the people began leaving.

As I walked towards the exit, I met Evan in the corner.

“Seem familiar?” he said.

It did. This was the same place where I first met Evan. At the time, I thought he’d just blow me off and I’d never see him again, but now, here we are.

Both of us held hands as we looked outside the arena. Sure enough, the riots already happened. All the crazy sports fans were flipping over cars, setting couches on fire in the streets, and partying. It looked like an anarchy wasteland out there.

“I’m not going out there,” I said.

Evan shook his head. “Everyone will probably trample me if I show my face in public. I’m pretty much like a god to them. In a way, that’s a little sad.”

I nodded and then Evan took out a key. “Where are you going?”

Evan walked away, and I had little choice but to follow him. We went down a corridor and down the stairs until we were in front of a door. Evan walked up to it, unlocked it, and then walked inside. Sure enough, I followed him like a puppy.

The smell of deodorant filled the room as we found ourselves in the locker room. We were alone as we walked across the floor. Just as we passed the lockers, Evan turned around. I expected him to say something, but instead, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in. Our lips locked together as the two of us started kissing. He pulled away.

“Let’s do it in here,” he told me.

I gave him a mischievous grin as I pressed him against the locker, grabbing his hands and kissing his tough, sexy lips. He grabbed my big ass, giving it a tight squeeze. I let out a moan. We continued our making out, the locker behind us rattling and banging.

“Are you sure anyone can hear us?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not at all. You could set off a nuke in here, and the walls would make everything soundproof.”

In a way, I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted the whole world to hear us make sweet love inside the locker room.

Our kissing soon spread to doing other things. He reached his hand down my pants, rubbing the wet stain on my panties. I felt his touch through the cotton, gasping as he rubbed me. I shed my clothes, along with his, and then I watched his thing come tumbling out of his boxers.

“It’s all sweaty after the game,” he said to me. The dim light above us was enough to see the sweat from his dick.

“Then I’ll clean it off,” I said, opening my mouth. I started sucking on the tip, his manly flavor stimulating my taste buds. This was the first time I sucked dick, and as I looked up and saw him cock his head back, I knew I was doing a good job at least.

My hands slid down his shaft as I swallowed more of his meat. He groaned. “You’re better than anyone else!” he cried. From the strained look on his face, I could tell he meant that, too. I gave him a sly smile as I continued sucking, soon getting most of his cock down my throat. His body tensed, and he let out a moan that actually sounded cute.

Then, he finished inside my mouth. I always wondered how a man’s semen tasted like, and Evan’s was strong and flavorful. I gulped it down and removed the cock from my mouth. As I did, some of his seed hit my face. I rubbed it off.

Evan collapsed on the ground, panting. As he did, I spread my legs.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

Evan caught his second wind and put his head between my legs. His tongue licked my vulva, and that alone send me reeling back. He started eating me out like a dog, his tongue lashing my clitoris and my outer walls. At one point, he thrust his tongue inside me and gave it a few light thrusts. With just that tongue alone, the feeling of ecstasy grew and grew until it peaked. I had a massive orgasm, my body shaking. As Evan pulled his head from between my legs, his face was covered with my juices, along with his slobber. He stood up, and I looked at his penis, which was already erect again.

“Ready to go for real?” he said, a smile on his face.

“Gladly,” I replied. I stood up, my vision spinning from that orgasm, and he pressed me against the locker. My pussy sopping wet, he put his penis inside me.

Considering he came once, I almost thought his game would be off. Instead, I was left speechless as he pounded me against the locker. Where Evan got his energy from, I’ll never know, but I hope he kept this groove for a long time.

Occasionally, Evan would speed up, and when I was feeling uncomfortable, he’d turn me around and enter me from the front. He really knew how to make a woman feel like a princess, I must say. He finished as I had my hands against the locker. His seed hit both of my butt cheeks, and I giggled.

“Now then, let’s wash off.”

In the corner, there was a series of showers. Evan led me there, and then he pulled the knob on the leftmost shower. Hot water poured out, and I stood in its path, my body glistening as the water washed everything off. It was comfortable and not so hot it burned. Just the way I liked it.

There was some soap nearby, and Evan grabbed it. I let him rub the soap over my body, a lather forming everywhere. In return, I cleaned him off, two. We pressed against each other, the soap going down our bodies, things started to get steamy again, and I’m not talking about what was coming out of the shower.

“Hard again?” I declared. Evan smiled.

“I usually don’t last this long. I think my little friend likes you.”

“You have that right. Well, you’re wrong about one thing: it’s not very little.”

He laughed, and then we kissed again, two lovers bathing under the hot water. What should have been a time to clean up became dirty as Evan grabbed my hips and put his thing inside me.

My moans and screams were somewhat masked by the sound of the shower, but when Evan hit my g-spot, I screamed so loud it echoed through the room. This was amazing! How did I live for so long without this sensation? Being a virgin no longer seemed recent; to me, it felt like it was always this way, and dammit, I was going to make sure it stayed.

We went at it for a good while, and then Evan cried, “I’m going to-“

Before he could finish, he, well, finished. Inside of me, I felt his seed shooting into my womb, a warm sensation filling me to the brim. I almost collapsed on the wet floor, but Evan helped me, up, his cheeks red.