to drink and didn't know his limits. We lugged him into the bed and covered him up.
Chloe's green eyes cast a spell on my dick. I tried to play it off, shifting in my seat when she wasn't looking. She wandered through the room like she'd never been there before, no doubt to give me a view of that sweet ass. Fucking tease. She had a reputation as a good girl, cheerleader, straight A student. I knew better. She liked it rough, just from the wrong guy. She'd get it right soon enough.
"You studying?"
"I was." I groaned as my cock throbbed against my zipper. Those fucking tits called my name, wanting my mouth.
"Why didn't you ever ask me out?"
"What?" What the fuck was she talking about? Where was this coming from? I started to wonder if she had been drinking. She was never this blunt.
"You never asked me out. Just introduced me to your buddy."
I started to rethink everything. Had I put myself in the friend zone? I wasn't falling for her bullshit. Her cock teasing ways.
"Maybe I thought about it. Where is this coming from?"
"Just wondering. I need to get going." She winked.
My dick was about to explode. My curiosity got the best of me. I needed more information.
"What would you have said?"
She grinned with her devil red lips and slid her hand along the bedpost. She leaned down by my face and I caught her eye glance to my erection.
"We'll never know will we."
She rocked her tight ass in those shorts as she walked through the door. I looked up at Mark and wanted to smother him with his pillow. That motherfucker. And this girl, what the fuck was she up to ? My fist slammed to my desk, the pain radiating up my arm. I didn't care. Not one bit.
MARK
My heart beat against my skull as my eyes lifted. A glass of water appeared in front of my face. I looked up to Chloe's green eyes, holding out a pair of aspirin, small fingers clutching the glass. "You have practice in thirty minutes."
"Fuckin' A, what happened?"
"You being you." Chloe grinned.
"I do that. Don't I?"
"You do. I have to run to class. Don't be late for practice. Then we can get ready for the party tonight."
"Okay, babe."
She left the room and I searched for my shorts and practice jersey. Practice was shoulder pads only so at least it would be a light workout. The light burned my retinas as I stood and winced. "Fuck. God damn Jaeger."
I could still taste it in my throat. I wanted, no, needed to hurl. There was no time.
I ran out the door and hopped in my car, speeding down University Drive. The tall, century-old brick buildings flew past and landed in my rear view mirror. I dodged a few girls in far too many clothes. I hated winter. All the god damn layers of clothes ruined the view.
Sure, Chloe was my girlfriend, but I loved pussy far too much to be tied to one. It was pretty much thrown at me on the daily. Perks of being an All-American. Still, there was something about that girl. She was the type to take home and meet mom. The type to marry.
I parked the beamer and strolled up to the workout facility, practice field in view, guys already headed out to warm up. Coach was standing in front of the door, arms folded, his usual scowl on his face.
God damn it. He'd have something smart to say.
The chill wind whipped against my face making my temples throb. I didn't have time for his shit, so I tried to hurry past.
"You're late." He spit tobacco into the grass. Nasty fucker. He was always on my ass about something.
"Bullshit." The words escaped my lips before I'd filtered them from my tongue. It would cost me.
"Excuse me? Son, you have a god damn attitude on you."
"Sorry, just, long night coach."
"Gonna be a long run after practice too."
"C'mon, you know I'm here on time. Why you always on my ass about something?" I was getting pissed off in a hurry. I had shit to do.
"You're an All-American. You should be the first one here. You need to be a leader, not—" He sniffed at the air. "You smell like a god damned brewery, Mark. Fuck. If you put
Chloe's green eyes cast a spell on my dick. I tried to play it off, shifting in my seat when she wasn't looking. She wandered through the room like she'd never been there before, no doubt to give me a view of that sweet ass. Fucking tease. She had a reputation as a good girl, cheerleader, straight A student. I knew better. She liked it rough, just from the wrong guy. She'd get it right soon enough.
"You studying?"
"I was." I groaned as my cock throbbed against my zipper. Those fucking tits called my name, wanting my mouth.
"Why didn't you ever ask me out?"
"What?" What the fuck was she talking about? Where was this coming from? I started to wonder if she had been drinking. She was never this blunt.
"You never asked me out. Just introduced me to your buddy."
I started to rethink everything. Had I put myself in the friend zone? I wasn't falling for her bullshit. Her cock teasing ways.
"Maybe I thought about it. Where is this coming from?"
"Just wondering. I need to get going." She winked.
My dick was about to explode. My curiosity got the best of me. I needed more information.
"What would you have said?"
She grinned with her devil red lips and slid her hand along the bedpost. She leaned down by my face and I caught her eye glance to my erection.
"We'll never know will we."
She rocked her tight ass in those shorts as she walked through the door. I looked up at Mark and wanted to smother him with his pillow. That motherfucker. And this girl, what the fuck was she up to ? My fist slammed to my desk, the pain radiating up my arm. I didn't care. Not one bit.
MARK
My heart beat against my skull as my eyes lifted. A glass of water appeared in front of my face. I looked up to Chloe's green eyes, holding out a pair of aspirin, small fingers clutching the glass. "You have practice in thirty minutes."
"Fuckin' A, what happened?"
"You being you." Chloe grinned.
"I do that. Don't I?"
"You do. I have to run to class. Don't be late for practice. Then we can get ready for the party tonight."
"Okay, babe."
She left the room and I searched for my shorts and practice jersey. Practice was shoulder pads only so at least it would be a light workout. The light burned my retinas as I stood and winced. "Fuck. God damn Jaeger."
I could still taste it in my throat. I wanted, no, needed to hurl. There was no time.
I ran out the door and hopped in my car, speeding down University Drive. The tall, century-old brick buildings flew past and landed in my rear view mirror. I dodged a few girls in far too many clothes. I hated winter. All the god damn layers of clothes ruined the view.
Sure, Chloe was my girlfriend, but I loved pussy far too much to be tied to one. It was pretty much thrown at me on the daily. Perks of being an All-American. Still, there was something about that girl. She was the type to take home and meet mom. The type to marry.
I parked the beamer and strolled up to the workout facility, practice field in view, guys already headed out to warm up. Coach was standing in front of the door, arms folded, his usual scowl on his face.
God damn it. He'd have something smart to say.
The chill wind whipped against my face making my temples throb. I didn't have time for his shit, so I tried to hurry past.
"You're late." He spit tobacco into the grass. Nasty fucker. He was always on my ass about something.
"Bullshit." The words escaped my lips before I'd filtered them from my tongue. It would cost me.
"Excuse me? Son, you have a god damn attitude on you."
"Sorry, just, long night coach."
"Gonna be a long run after practice too."
"C'mon, you know I'm here on time. Why you always on my ass about something?" I was getting pissed off in a hurry. I had shit to do.
"You're an All-American. You should be the first one here. You need to be a leader, not—" He sniffed at the air. "You smell like a god damned brewery, Mark. Fuck. If you put
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