The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story (11 page)

I walked quickly all the way home, only stopping when cars were crossing in front of me. I shut the front door and slid down it, halfway relieved to be in familiar territory and half horrified about what had just happened. I could never show my face at school again, but if I wanted my Master’s degree, I’d have to. I groaned in the dark entry hall.

Eventually, I got up and went to bed though I barely slept. Mostly I tossed and turned. It was that way for several nights.

Back at school that Monday, I was dreading seeing everyone. Thankfully up until I went to the tutoring lab, I hadn’t seen anyone that knew anything about the party. At least, if they did, they weren’t letting on.

I threw my bag onto the counter and got my things ready. I pulled my agenda from my bag and flipped it open to find that I had an appointment with Carson King. I pissed and moaned just like I had the night I’d come home from that party. I never wanted to see him again. I hadn’t heard from him after the party, and I was sure it was just another fling for him. He was probably only upset that he hadn’t gotten off before we’d been discovered.

The whole thing replayed in my mind like a film in slow motion. I couldn’t deny that when I replayed the part where I got on top of his face that I felt something stir between my legs, but I tried to shake that off as well as the rest of the memory. I was a professional. I would conduct myself as a professional. We wouldn’t speak about it.

Just then, someone walked into the office. It was Carson. Part of me couldn’t believe that he even wanted to show his face in the tutoring office, and part of me wasn’t shocked at all. Something like that wouldn’t bother someone like him.

“Hey,” he said without his usual confidence.

“Hey,” I said back, not feeling exactly quick on my feet that day.

I must have paused and said nothing for a few moments because finally he spoke. “Shouldn’t we go in there to study?” he asked, pointing in the direction of the room we usually occupied when we studied.

I nodded and said, “Oh, yeah.” I grabbed my bag and my things that were spread across the desk and got my key from my lanyard. I clumsily unlocked the door and pushed it open. When I did, my pencil bag fell to the floor, and all of my writing instruments went across the floor. I rolled my eyes and bent to start gathering them. Carson bumped my head with his.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed.

He smiled at me when I looked at him. Both of us were holding our heads. My eyes lingered for a moment on his lips, remembering how good they felt between my legs. I forced myself to look away and blushed.

“Let me help you,” he insisted, picking up the pens and pencils beside him.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said in return, meaning it. He didn’t have to help me at all. He owed me nothing, and if he thought this was some charity act to come and be tutored by me at this point, I wanted no part of it.

Finally, we got all of them in the bag, and we both reached for it at once, his hand grasping mine.

“Kat,” he said.

“No,” I said, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear it. It was already excruciating to be in his presence without acknowledging what had happened at that party.

“No, really, Kat,” he went on. We both stood up.

I bit my lip, bracing myself for whatever was going to come next. I hoped to God he didn’t think I was attached. That would only be one more blow to my ego since I wasn’t. At least, that was something positive about the whole thing. I hadn’t caught feelings for him. At least, I didn’t think I had. I shook the thought from my mind.

I proceeded to walk over to my usual side of the table and took my seat. Carson did the same on his side.

“Kat, I like you,” he said. Great, here it was. The beginning of the ‘I like you, but it was just sex’ speech. I didn’t need to hear it.

“Look, I know we were just hooking up. I’m not stupid,” I said.

He cut me off. “Kat, I like you. Like I’m falling for you,” he said.

This seemed like the most desperate attempt to get back into my pants and finish what he started. I snorted with laughter.

“Carson, like I said, I’m not stupid,” I said.

“I know you’re not. That’s part of the reason I’m crazy about you,” he said. “Kat, I like you, and I didn’t know how to tell you that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and it’s making me insane. The only thing I could think to do was come here to talk to you because I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

I sat there, speechless. He was serious. I could see it in his eyes. They were peering into my soul, and it felt like. I looked away with nervousness. I couldn’t deny that I liked what had happened at the party until it was interrupted, and I did like him, too. How much? I couldn’t be sure. Was it something I wanted to explore?

“I’m just asking you to give me another chance,” he said.

“Carson, I don’t think—“ I began, and I stood up from the desk. He stood at the same time and reached out to me. He crushed our mouths together. His tongue penetrated my mouth, and I got weak in the knees thinking about the other things he was able to do with that tongue. Maybe I did want to find out.

He quickly pulled away and walked around to my side of the table. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, kissing me passionately. I could feel him hard through his athletic shorts. I wanted to feel him on top of me. I pulled his hair gently and bit his bottom lip. He leaned his head back and groaned. The sound was wonderful and sent a rush straight to my groin as my panties grew damp. I could feel how wet I was just from thinking about being with him. It was insane. I’d never felt that before. This was all happening so quickly–I didn’t have time to even think about what we were doing.

He brought his chin back down and kissed me again. He slid his hands up my shirt and cupped my breasts over my bra. I reached around and undid the clasp and felt my breasts fall free. He slid his hands under the bra and lifted my shirt off along with my bra. I was standing there, nude, in the room with the door open.

Carson walked over to the door and shut it, locking it behind him. He grinned at me and walked back. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the desk. He laid me down, and then lay on top of me, still crushing his mouth desperately against mine. He felt my bare breast, and I moaned. He moved his mouth down to cover my nipple that had tightened into a little pink bud in the cool air of the tutoring room.

I gasped at the sensation and reached my hands above my head to grab onto the end of the desk. He moved down my body and reached my jeans. He expertly unbuttoned them and slid them off my legs as I kicked off my shoes. He reached into my panties and slid those off too. I could feel the air of the room cold against my wet folds. I longed for him to touch me. I looked up at him and bit my lip, begging him to fuck me.

He quickly slid down his athletic shorts, and his massive cock snapped out, hard and ready. There was a shining bead of liquid at the tip, indicating how excited he was. I wanted to taste him just as he had tasted me.

He stepped up to the table and raised my legs up in the air. He rested my calves on his shoulders and stepped forward. He grazed the tip of his cock against my pussy, sliding it in circles on top of my clit. I moaned and gripped the table harder, anticipating what was to come.

As though he’d read my mind, he put the head of his cock inside me. I gasped and leaned up when I felt the size. He looked down at me with desire in his eyes and slowly thrust his hips forward, filling me up with every inch of him. I cried out his name, and he slid out, back in, out, back in, again and again. I felt that same pressure beginning to build up inside of me. I rocked my hips with his movement, and he leaned into my legs. The angle allowed him to penetrate me straight to my cervix, his huge cock hitting it every single time. I screamed. “Harder! Please! Harder!” I shouted.

He obliged and fucked me so deeply that I screamed out partially in pain, but mostly in pleasure. His breathing was growing as rapid as mine, and I felt myself cresting the edge of orgasm. I felt the pleasure explode from my core and roll throughout my limbs. My body shook violently as I came. My abdomen contracted, and I squeezed tight around him. He rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned loudly.

“Kat!” he said.

I felt the hot cum shoot out of him and into me, filling up my pussy so well. He shuddered and braced himself against my legs, and it seemed like his orgasm was never ending. I relished his facial expressions with his eyes closed as he reached his climax and slowly came down.

He looked me in the eye as he pulled out and climbed on top of me on the table. He kissed me deeply… but tenderly this time. He could be so gentle. He brushed some hair out of my face, and we both stared into each other’s eyes. We worked to stabilize our rapid breathing.

“Whaddaya say?” he asked. “Give me another chance?”

I smiled up at him, intent on giving him a second chance.

“I think I just might,” I said and pulled his face down to mine.

*****

THE END

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Mated For Life

By Nicole Chance

Molly

I dropped my backpack to the dorm's beige carpet and blew a few strands of strawberry blonde hair away from my face. Ugh...

It was just about a week until the start of a new year in college. My absolute least favorite time of each semester. Sure, it was a chance to get a fresh slate and see what my new teachers would be like. See if I was sharing classes with any of my few friends at the mid-sized college I attended, but I mostly enjoyed falling into a steady routine and getting into a flow.

To most people, college was supposed to be this fun, amazing party in people's lives with some studying mixed in, but I'd never really been that kind of girl. That probably explained a lot about my life. I was a product of my parents through and through.

My mother was a mathematics teacher for a high school, and my father was an accountant who ran his own business. Of course, I would be following in his footsteps to eventually take over the family business when they eventually retired. Teaching was definitely out of the question for me since I was an introvert who hated public speaking. Pretty much the exact opposite of my mother. We always had a hard time understanding one another. I was much closer to my father than her.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the dorm's closed front door and stared at the cramped space. My roommate would be coming to campus over the weekend in a few days, so I planned on making this week really count. It was rare that I ever really got time to myself. My parents smothered me when I was at home, and my roommate wanted to hang out literally all the time on campus. So much so that I studied for my classes way more than I needed to just so she'd occasionally back off. It had the upside of great grades, but I wouldn't have minded more of a social life.

I mean, I wasn't totally aloof and anti-social. There was a guy on the college's soccer team that held my interest. I attended each game, even though I wasn't big into sports. Last semester I'd shared a class with him. At first I'd thought I probably was the only one interested, but then I started catching him look at me.

Wow...

I'd never worked up the nerve to talk with him though. Any chances I had were probably done and over with now. But I wasn't here to guy-watch, I'd get over it. Maybe.

I grabbed my backpack with all the things I'd needed from home and sauntered over to my room. The one good thing about being at home had been sleeping in my own bed. The one I had here had taken some getting used to. It was like sleeping at a budget hotel, but I didn't really have anything I could do about that.

Once I'd unpacked everything, I sat on my bed. What could I do today? I'd wanted to make this a week that mattered, so what would do that? It wasn't as if I had much money. I couldn't really go on a trip. Besides, my parents kept tabs on my credit cards and bank account in case I got too wild. I wasn't really allowed much freedom, which was why I insisted on going away for school.

I hopped out of bed. I'd just take a stroll around the small, quaint town. Maybe see if I could find my favorite nature path again. I enjoyed getting out there and being one with the wild. If I'd had much option, I probably would've gone with something in natural sciences rather than a degree in accounting.

But I guess a girl couldn't get absolutely everything that she wanted. A guy might be the right first step though. I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head. Ugh, no.

That was exactly what my parents were worried about. They probably thought I'd go off and fall for some guy, end up pregnant and dropping out of college, only to be stuck in some crazy relationship that would fall apart in a few years. Then I'd have no future, no way to support myself, and the offspring, and I'd only have myself to blame for wanting to be wild and rebellious.

Sometimes I wondered if they even realized whom they were talking to.

I strolled out of the large dormitory and headed toward town. It was a little bit of a walk, but the sun was shining and birds were singing in the early afternoon day. I lifted my chin to feel the warmth and breathed in the clean air. This college town sometimes felt more like home to me than my actual hometown did.

Time passed fairly quickly as I walked. My thoughts were a constantly shifting, tumbling mess. I was so absorbed in them, that I almost missed the entrance to the national park. I shook them off, trying my best to just breathe and come back to the present. After a few moments, I felt the weight lift off my shoulders and chest.

"Hey," a deep male voice said from behind me.

The pressure came crashing back down, this time right onto my chest. I knew that voice. I'd heard it plenty of times in calculus last semester. I slowly turned and plastered on a relaxed smile, even if I felt nothing of the sort. It felt like my heart was about to shoot out of my chest by just being in this proximity to him.

"Hi. We were in calculus last semester, right?" I could've smacked myself on the forehead for being so silly. Of course, we were, and we both probably knew it.

"Yeah. Jack, remember?"

I nodded. I'd never forget that. Jack Painter was one of the best of the best on the soccer team. Everyone either loved him or envied him for his skill and strength.

And right now, I couldn't believe that he was standing in front of me... talking to me. I did my best to keep smiling and not run away. That would be awkward.

"I'm Molly," I said–Although, he probably knew that. Our teacher had been a big stickler for attendance and usually sang out all the names as if she was in a church choir. It had been pretty weird, but maybe not as weird as this encounter.

"I know. We didn't sit too far away from one another." He lifted his chin and breathed in the early afternoon air. "Sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to say hi. Were you going for a walk?" He nodded his head toward the park, and sunshine reflected in his blond hair making it seem golden.

I shoved my hands into my pockets to help quell the urge to reach out and brush my fingers through his hair. "Uh, yeah. I enjoy going for walks here. It's peaceful and takes my mind off things." Except for now when I'd probably be analyzing every word spoken between us on my walk.

"Same. It's beautiful this time of year. What's your major?" He smiled, and it reached all the way to his clear blue eyes.

"Accounting." I lifted my eyebrows and quirked my lips. "Fun, right? How about you?"

He cocked his head to the side in a way that reminded me of a wolf. "Ah, I wouldn't have expected that answer. You seemed awesome at calculus, much to Professor Miles's glee." He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "She was eccentric. But you don't seem like an accountant. I'd have thought you were more of a science major."

My mouth dropped open, and I caught myself after a few moments. "I... uh..." What did I really say? The fact he noticed it too blew my mind, but I couldn't just change my path because my secret crush was able to see that I was just coasting through life instead of embracing it.

"I shouldn't have pried." He gave me a half-smile and shrugged a shoulder. "Sorry about that. I'm going for sport's medicine. Big surprise, huh?"

I shook my head still not sure about my chances of being able to say anything coherent. I wished I had the strength to stand up to my parents. It wasn't as if they were paying for my tuition. I'd gotten enough scholarships and grants that my college fund was able to go toward expenses instead. Still, they liked to remind me that I was their daughter, and my path was connected to theirs.

I looked up at Jack and saw someone who seemed much more free. What would it be like to just live, do what you want, and have others look up to you? Maybe I'd never know.