Whiplash: A Sports Romance

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    “Can you drop me off at my car?” she asks, breaking the long silence. “I’m parked in E lot; near the quad.”
    I turn into the center of campus, navigating slowly to avoid hitting other students jaywalking across the streets.
    E lot is the largest lot on campus, meaning there will be plenty of witnesses around which doesn’t bode well for me getting Eliza into the backseat but that won’t stop me from trying. Perhaps she has a bit of a voyeuristic streak in her.
    “The blue car.” She points out the window, luckily towards the back of the lot with a good chunk of empty spaces.
    I park beside it and turn off the engine. When I look at her, I find her facing me already. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes shine with a slight nervousness.
    “This was fun,” she says, smiling. “Thanks, Junior.”
    “Yeah, it was,” I nod, pushing my car keys into my jacket pocket. “I’d be up for doing it again sometime, if you are.”
    Her face falls but her lips curl, an obvious yes if there ever was one. “Maybe,” she says instead. As she glances up again, her eyes twitch once towards the backseat and my blood spikes.
    She wants it.
    “You know, it’s still early…” I hint. “How about we sit in the back and talk for a while? If you want…”
    Eliza pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, showing a sweet hesitation as she gently nibbles on it. “All right,” she says, her voice quivering.
    I move out of my seat and shift into the back. She follows me and leaves the teddy bear behind while I settle onto the pillows.
    “Wow…” she chuckles, laying down beside me.
    “What?”
    “It’s way more comfortable than I thought it’d be.”
    “Of course,” I laugh. “The ladies get only the best out of me.”
    “Really?” A smile tugs at her mouth. “What other… services do you provide?”
    She really fucking wants it.
    “Come here and I’ll show you,” I whisper.
    Eliza shifts closer and pauses. Her chest rises and falls with trembling breaths and I know beyond the shadow of the doubt that I’ve got her.
    I reach out to cup her face with one hand and she turns into my touch, allowing for my fingers to crawl back and get buried in her perfect hair. She licks her lips, preparing for mine and my briefs tighten at the sight of just half an inch of her pretty, pink tongue.
    As badly as I want to crush my lips on her, I take it slow, gently brushing them against the edge of her cheek, counting on her reflexes to take over and connect our lips herself.
    Warm breath passes between us and I feel her hand rest on my hip, just a few short inches away from my groin. Heat bleeds from her skin, spreading to mine like a dangerous forest fire. I start to feel the burning inside and blood pumps south faster than my brain can process it.
    Finally, she kisses me first. Her mouth splits and I feel that pink tongue just begging to touch mine. I let her have it and the slightest of moans passes from her throat as I massage our tongues together. Her hand shifts on my body, falling closer to my belt and I smile, fully imagining her fingers wrapped around my cock.
    I cup her breast and she sighs, rolling her head back as my lips fall to her neck. My mouth waters, intoxicated by the pleasant taste of her skin and the amazing scent rising from her hair.
    She shifts even closer to me, sliding her knee up my side, fitting us together. I know she can feel my cock pushing between her warm thighs. I let out a groan as she grinds against it and I rest my hand on the small of her back to pull us even closer together. She quivers and shakes in my arms, her lips never leaving mine for a second.
    Her hand tugs at my belt. “Junior…” she sighs. “Do you have a condom?”
    Jackpot.
    “Yeah,” I answer, kissing her even harder.
    Eliza pushes my jacket back and slides it off. I toss it towards the back door and she instantly reaches for my shirt, eagerly pulling it over my head and throwing it away. I move to unzip her sweater but

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