A Dirty Player: A Football BWWM BBW Romance.

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the mall, get some food, maybe see a movie.”
     
    I smiled. “I figured a stud like you would be more original. Not that I mind.”
     
    He shrugged. “Not really. To be honest, I’ve never been on a date. You know my situation with most girls. If they offer me a date, I stay away.”
     
    With that, we decided to head to the town’s shopping mall. It was a fairly decent place that was quite packed, seeing how this was a Saturday. We had some funny stuff happen to us while in the mall, too. I would drag him into the bra store, and he’d be blushing as I looked at lingerie and panties that I could never afford.
     
    I’d also take him to nerdier places such as the game store and the bookstore. He’d always look around, wondering if anyone he knows would see him in there. It was like a child watching porn, and not wanting his parents to find out. It was so adorable. After that, he decided to get his revenge by taking me to the sports store.
     
    He looked through footballs and helmets while I looked at all the different pieces of equipment. I could tell you how to beat a game of D&D, but I couldn’t tell you the first thing about the stuff I saw in there. He also dragged me into the bro-dude clothes store, the kind where they sell you a shirt for $50. None of us bought anything, but we had a blast. Even in stores we didn’t like, we had some way to keep us entertained.
     
    After we were all malled out, we stopped at the food court. “I’m feeling some pizza. How about you?” he asked.
     
    My stomach growled in approval. It had been so damn long since I had food. I barely ate anything for breakfast! He ordered us a whole pizza, and we sat beside each other at the court, munching on pepperoni slices, sipping some Coke, and holding hands. Usually, I wasn’t a fan of mall food, but with him, it was the best meal in the world.
     
    Afterwards, we headed to the movies. Being in the afternoon, the theater was mostly empty.
     
    “I can’t believe you chose this movie on a whim,” I said to him.
     
    “That’s what my friends always did. Whenever there wasn’t anything in the theater we were too interested in, we chose a movie at random and watched it. Kind of like Russian Roulette. We’ve watched some bad movies because of that, but we’ve seen our fair share of good ones, too.”
     
    The movie he chose appeared to be some generic buddy comedy about a farmer and a city boy working together after they got stranded. It turned out to be quite funny! Even though it wasn’t a masterpiece, I chuckled as I curled up to Evan. Maybe he was making this movie watchable. Who knows?
     
    After the date, we returned to his dorm. Both of us were holding hands, and I was jumping around like a little schoolgirl. If this had been around anyone else, I would have felt embarrassed, but because it was beside the one I loved, I was smiling and blushing the entire time.
     
    Now that I thought about it, this was the first time I was in his dorm. They put me in the slums compared to where he lived. This was practically a penthouse apartment overlooking the New York skyline. I walked around, stars in my eyes as I examined everything. Then, I turned around to look at him, tears in my eyes.
     
    “This is amazing!” I said. “I can’t believe I’ve been so blessed as to get a guy like you.”
     
    He smiled as well. For a second, I thought I saw a gleam in his eye, almost as if he was tearing up too. However, that gleam soon disappeared. I guess he was trying to keep up his macho appearance no matter what.
     
    We held each other tightly, kissed, and then made love, and this time without any interruption. Some say that the sex gets old after a while, but I say that it just gets better. The pleasure that man gave me was even better, now that we were more accustomed to each other’s bodies. I came so many times that I lost track, and he finished on my stomach once again. We curled up together, and then I fell asleep, with him

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