Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (10 page)

“You still there? Put him on the phone,” she demanded.

“Fuck you, slut.”

I disconnected the call. After staring at it in anger for a moment, I threw it against the wall.

“Mother fucker,” I muttered under my breath.

Even though I was pretty sure he cheated on me, I finally had proof. It didn’t make me as happy as I’d imagined. As my anger subsided slightly, I came up with an action plan. Knowing he could be home at any time, I rushed upstairs and got my suitcase out of the back of the closet. My mind wandered in a million different directions at once. I couldn’t concentrate on any single thought.

“Fuck!” I screamed in the empty house.

I took a deep breath. Get some clothes. Just get away. When Mack saw I’d broke his phone, he would go ballistic on me. While he’d never hit me yet, he’d come close on a few different occasions, including earlier in the day. Just get away… I told myself as I packed a few changes of clothes into the battered suitcase. Before it was full all the way, I headed to the shoebox in the closet.

When I found the stash of cash a week earlier, I wasn’t sure what to think. Gradually, everything clicked in my mind. He was a pretty big time dealer. I should’ve known better, but I was so fucked up on drugs most of the time, I didn’t pay attention to the small details. Once he realized I had the money, he would be pissed, but he owed me for everything he’d put me through. I packed it under my clothes.

If he apologized to me nicely, I planned on giving the ten grand back to him. My first thought was to head to the parents and hide out for a while. The downside was that they’d undoubtedly ask me questions. And when I didn’t answer, they would lecture me like I was a teenager not a twenty-five year old woman. I carried the suitcase downstairs and out to my car.

A neighbor stared at me as I put it in the back of the car. He continued staring as I got in the driver’s seat. I started the car. The only person I could count on was Cory, my stepbrother. All my so-called friends were people I’d met through Mack. None of them were the type of people to give a fuck about anyone other than themselves.

All I wanted was to hide out for a while without having to worry about Mack getting upset over his phone or the fact I was leaving him because he cheated on me or that I’d taken the ten grand he had stashed in our shared apartment. Taking the illicit drug money was probably a bad idea, but at that point, I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.

Cory

After two straight days of studying, I needed a break. Going out to a bar or house party to find someone willing to fuck me would take too long. Like most men, I turned to my old standby. On the screen in front of me, a scantily clad woman slowly seduced a guy out of his clothes. I preferred the type of porn that had a buildup, which usually involved some sort of storyline.

My hand gripped my semi-hard cock and tugged as the woman kissed the man in the video. He took off her top slowly, making love to her breasts with his mouth. A close-up showed every detail of her nipple and areola. As I watched and stroked, my dick got harder. In my other hand, I held a few tissues to catch the fruits of my labor. The blonde in the clip took out the man’s cock and sucked on it.

I moaned, really getting into what was playing out in front of me. Well, until I heard a knock at my front door. What the fuck? I thought as I stood up. I’m not expecting anyone. I stuffed my erection away as best I could manage and pulled up my pants. The person knocked again, this time more loudly. Is it the fucking cops? I haven’t done anything. I need to wash my hands.

Another knock sounded. I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked over to the door. Fuck! The video! I rushed back to my work desk and closed the browser completely. After pulling down the screen, I walked back across the living room. As I grabbed the door handle, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Hey, Cory!” Heidi said as soon as I opened the door.

“Hey, you. What’s up?” I noticed the suitcase in her left hand.

“Long story. I need a place to crash. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

I stepped aside, and she walked into my living room. After she set the suitcase down, she walked over and sat on my couch.

“You want a drink or something?” I asked as I walked over.

“No, I’m fine. Just a place to stay.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need a place to crash for a while.”

“What? Here? No.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “What happened?”

“Mack cheated on me and he’s into some bad stuff.”

“Like what.”

“Oh, drugs and some other shit probably. I should’ve left him a lot earlier.”

“You think?”

“I don’t need sarcasm now, okay?”

“Did he hurt you or something?”

“No, but I thought he might which is why I left.”

Her eyes told me she was telling the truth. We were so close with each other, we could tell when the other was lying. She stood up and picked up an empty can from the coffee table.

“What are you doing?” I asked, horrified at the thought of her going through my house.

“I’m cleaning. You’re such a slob. If you let me stay here, I can help you out.”

I sighed. “I’m going to go for a run, okay? Let me think about it some. I’ll have an answer for you when I get back. That work for you?”

She nodded. “Thanks. I hate to ask, but I can’t go back to Mom and Dad. You know how they get.”

“I know.”

After I stood up, I went to my bedroom to change into sweatpants and running shoes. I left through the back door so I didn’t have to see her again. She meant everything to me, but having her around the apartment would be hell. Deep down, I had a crush for her. Well, that’s what I called it. In fact, it was closer to what most people would describe as love.

I ran through the backyard and into the alley to head to the Quad on campus. It was one of my favorite places to run, especially if I wanted to think. All the trees and other greenery matched the buildings well. With each step, I ran through the pros and cons of having Heidi living with me. Many variables were involved – like how long she would be staying, whether she would follow my rules, and more. I wasn’t a controlling man, but I needed to ensure she wouldn’t dance around the house in her panties and bra or bring random guys over.

The Quad was fairly empty as I ran along the blacktop path. If she stuck around too long, I wouldn’t be able to masturbate as openly or as often – not to mention if I did go to a bar and bring a woman home. And yet, even with so many negatives associated with her staying at my place for a while, part of me was absolutely thrilled at the idea.

After two laps, I headed back to my apartment. Once inside, I walked to the living room to talk to her. The room was picked up, but she was nowhere to be seen. Sweating and still breathing heavily, I got a change of clothes out of my room then headed to the bathroom for a shower. She probably got back together with Mack already and left, I deduced as I got naked and stepped into the tub.

As the warm water pelted my chest, I soaped up my body. When I touched my cock, I suddenly remembered I’d been jerking off before my stepsister came over and interrupted me. Luckily, I didn’t watch porn too often, and I was able to get myself excited by creating a scene in my mind. As I stroked my cock, images of Heidi formed. My dick instantly got harder.

Most of the time I pleasured myself I tried to think of sexual encounters I’d actually had in the past, but since Heidi was on my mind already, she popped into my mental fantasy. The fact it was so dirty and forbidden made me even hotter. My hand whipped up and down the length of my cock as I thought about what it would be like to see her naked flesh. A knock at the bathroom door startled me.

“Come in,” I shouted, instantly regretting the impulsive reply.

Heidi

When I got back to the house with my bottle of iced tea from the corner store, I heard the shower running. Impure yet torrid thoughts of my stepbrother went through my mind as I listened at the door. Everything that had been going wrong in my life disappeared as I heard the sound of running water. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

To my surprise, he yelled for me to come in. I stopped dead in my tracks for a moment, contemplating my choices. He’s probably fully dressed and shaving or something, I told myself as I opened the door and walked into the steamy bathroom. The only sound in the cramped space was that of the water as both of us stood, unable to see each other. On an impulse, I started to strip.

“Hey, I’ll be out in a minute, okay?” he said through the shower curtain. When I didn’t answer right away, he added, “Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you, but I have another idea,” I said.

“What’s that? I’m the king of my castle. You gotta know that upfront if you’re staying here with me.”

When the last of my clothes were on the floor, I put my hand on the shower curtain and opened it.

“What the fuck?” he asked, his hands instantly going to his cock, which was nice sized.

“I don’t know why you’re hiding it when I’ve seen it before.”

“What? When?”

“Just kidding. Settle down. Mind if I come in?”

Before he answered, I stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain back in place to stop the water from getting everywhere. We stared at each other a moment, not breaking eye contact. I broke it first, glancing down and noticing he was having a hard time hiding his cock because it was so hard.

“We’ve both been thinking about it forever. Don’t lie and say you haven’t,” I said, not caring that he could see my naked body.

“Well, uh…”

“Not very good orally, huh?” I smiled at him. “I see you’ve been getting ready. Were you in here thinking about me?”

“Quit teasing me, okay? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“Who said it was meant to be funny?”

Maybe it was the fact I’d finally gathered enough courage to leave Mack behind or something else, but all I could think about was telling Cory about my love for him, which had been growing for years. We were a perfect match. I reached out and placed my palm on his hard chest. I loved the fact he worked out so much and took care of his body. It really showed.

Our eyes locked again. With my other hand, I took his and raised it to my breasts. He squeezed it. I dropped that hand back to my side. The one on his chest moved slightly and pinched his left nipple hard. Almost immediately, he pinched one of mine. I smiled, ready to take it to the next level. Wherever I moved my hand to another part of his body, he mirrored me.

I ran my hand down his thick, muscled arm. His fingers delicately brushed over my smooth skin. The water hit my back, running down and into my ass crack. Before it got too cold to stand, I grabbed his still hard cock in my delicate fingers and squeezed it. A moment later, his fingers touched my slit, playing with my pussy lips. We continued to stare at each other.

While I didn’t know his thoughts, this scenario was one that had occurred in my mind before. Surprisingly, it was actually going better than I’d imagined. As I stroked him rhythmically, he slipped a finger inside my tight, wet hole. The sensation of being penetrated brought me back to reality. What the fuck am I doing? I thought, suddenly afraid of messing up my relationship with my stepbrother.

“I…I have to go,” I mumbled as I let go of his cock.

After I opened the shower curtain slightly, I carefully stepped out of the rub and onto the rug. He didn’t say a thing as I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, and left the bathroom in a hurry. I wanted more than anything to be at my own place, but I couldn’t go back and face Mack’s wrath. Not knowing what else to do, I slipped into his bedroom and shut the door behind me.

I looked around his room, which was also messy. Still wrapped in the towel, I sat down on the edge of his unmade bed. Is it really wrong for me to want him? I wondered. It felt wrong on some levels, but at the same time it felt so very good. Does he think I’m a slut? He hadn’t stopped me, but did that mean anything? The questions assaulted me as emotions ran rampant through my mind.

Just take it one step at a time, I told myself. After a deep breath, I stood up and let the towel slip to the floor. In his closet, I found a t-shirt on a hangar for some reason. It was huge, reaching down to my knees almost. Once I had his shirt on, I began to calm down a little. Part of me regretted stopping what I’d started in the shower. Cory knocked on his door.

“You okay? Your phone’s ringing.”

“Can you bring it in here, please?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

The door opened, and he walked in. As soon as I had the phone in my hand, I frowned. It was Mack.

“What, Mack?” I answered curtly.

“You know what, you fucking bitch.”

“Don’t threaten me, Mack. I’m done with your bullshit.”

“Well, bring the money you stole from me back, and we can go our separate ways. I need to re-up. Without that money, I’m fucked. And you don’t want to fuck me that way.”