The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story (10 page)

That weekend Elle wanted to go to a house party at one of the fraternities. I was completely opposed to it and rolled my eyes as she brought it up for the millionth time.

“Kat! Loosen up!” she said with emphasis on the ‘up.’

“I am loose,” I said rather stiffly. The week had been a long one. After Monday with Carson, I’d had a couple of other students sign up at the tutoring lab plus my courses were already heavy into the readings. I was supposed to have the first several chapters of The Hobbit, a C. S. Lewis book, and several other readings done. Tutoring had cut into my reading and studying time, so I was a little stressed, to say the least. Nothing out of the ordinary and Elle noticed it.

“You always get like this and then everything turns out fine! There’s no reason to be so worried about everything all the time, Kat,” she said.

She had a point. I always seemed to make everything come together at the last minute, making deadlines and getting A’s no matter how crunched for time I was. Maybe I did need to loosen up, but I didn't think that a frat party was my idea of a good time; however, there weren’t any other options unless I wanted to go out by myself.

“Let’s go, c’mon,” Elle begged.

“Okay, okay. Fine,” I said, throwing my hands up in surrender.

Yay!” she squealed. “You’re going to have a great time!”

I doubted that, but I didn’t want to rain on her parade too much.

We both started getting ready and, as usual, I was all set to go about thirty minutes before Elle. I sat on the couch and waited for her. I went through my e-mails to see if there were any more students that would be coming to the lab in the upcoming week. It looked like there were two more, which meant my week was fully booked. I groaned. That meant even less time to keep up with my studies.

After a little while, Elle came down the hallway into the living room. She was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they’d been painted on with an airbrush, a tank top, lots of jewelry, and high heels. I was underdressed if this was the code.

“How do I look?” she asked me.

“You look great,” I said. It was true. Elle always looked great. She was beautiful, and she knew how to use it to her advantage. It was a skill I had never mastered, and I didn’t think of myself as beautiful. I preferred to think of myself as smart.

“Let’s go,” she said.

I followed her out the door, and we walked a few blocks to the row of frat houses. Parties were raging at each of them. Some of the guys were on the lawns playing football in the dark. There were other games going on, too, and lots of pretty girls were hanging out with the guys. I assumed most of them were sorority girls.

“This is it,” said Elle as we walked up to a large house that had a classical style to it. A typical frat house, I thought. We walked up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell. A guy immediately opened it with a beer in one hand and greeted us.

“Come in, ladies!” he yelled above the noise of the party. I could see a long table set up with red Solo cups and a game of beer pong in progress.

“Thanks,” Elle said with a smile. I passed by him forcing a smile of my own.

We wove in and out of guys and girls mingling in the party. There was a shuffleboard table in one of the rooms, and some people were playing. I saw a girl sling the puck way too hard and go off the table. The others urged her to finish her beer, so I was pretty sure they had turned a simple game into a drinking game.

“You guys want a beer?” a guy asked Elle and me.

“I’d love a beer,” I said, needing to get some alcohol in my system if I was going to socialize successfully with these people.

He waved a hand for us to come on. He walked into the kitchen and up to a keg of beer. He got two red Solo cups for us and filled them with Bud Light. I took it gratefully and had a sip. Beer from a keg always tasted good to me. I smiled over my cup at Elle, feeling myself beginning to loosen up already.

“Let’s get in on the beer pong game,” she said conspiratorially.

I wasn’t feeling that loose yet, but maybe if we watched a couple of games and I got another beer in my system, I’d be ready, so I nodded and followed her back to the front room with the long table where the group of people was gathered to play the famous drinking game.

A guy with a backward cap was intent on making a final shot that would eliminate the other team. He aimed carefully with his arm up and the ping-pong ball in hand. Everyone in the room got quiet to allow him to focus like he was a professional athlete. I suddenly wondered if maybe this should be a school sport. The idea of someone getting a beer pong scholarship caused me to giggle. Elle shot me a look, and I mouthed “sorry” to her.

The guy with the backward cap took a deep breath and threw the ball. It hit the rim of the cup on the opposite side of the table and made two circles around the rim before sinking into the cup. The crowd went insane. People yelled and jumped up and down, and the victorious player was picked up by his teammates. I could help but smile at the whole thing; it was so absurd.

Finally, the celebration died down as a couple of guys set up the Solo cups for the next round of beer pong players. Then one of them turned to me.

“You wanna play?” he asked, and I could tell he was slightly tipsy. He grinned crookedly at me, and I had to admit it was charming. I looked at Elle, who was talking to someone else and looked back at the guy and nodded.

He motioned for me to come over and join him at the head of the table and I did. He was showing me how to throw the ball when a hand grabbed my shoulder, and a body came between the guy and me.

“I’ll be her partner,” said Carson King.

I groaned much as I had during our first tutoring session. Great. He was here. Just when I’d thought I’d be getting a break from work.

“Cool, man,” said the guy. He stepped away and left Carson and I to it at the beer pong table.

“You a good player?” Carson asked me as he straightened up the rows of cups. One of the guys handed him a beer and he started to fill them about halfway.

“Uh—yeah,” I bluffed.

“You’ve never played in your life, have you?” he asked and looked up at me from under two bushy eyebrows. He wiggled them. I felt my stomach do a dance.

“I haven’t. No. I’ve never played,” I admitted.

“You’ll do just fine,” he said confidently.

“Okay!” said the guy that had previously been helping me. “Everyone ready?!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. I felt a little bit like a gladiator entering the Coliseum for a match, and this guy was the emperor that would either give a thumbs up or a thumbs down to determine our fate.

“Alright! Go!” he said.

Carson stepped up and easily tossed the first ping-pong ball without any trouble into one of the cups on the other end of the table. Everyone cheered. It was my turn. I stepped up to the table with a gulp and grabbed the other ball. Everyone got quiet as I aimed my shot. Suddenly I felt a hand on mine, and the heat of a body at my back. It was Carson.

“I’m going to help you, okay?” he said gently.

“Okay,” I almost whispered. The contact of his body with mine was almost more than I could stand. I was thinking all kinds of inappropriate things about my tutoring student. I wondered what else he could do with his hands, and my God, it had been a long time.

He gently adjusted my aim and then stepped away.

“Okay, try now,” he said.

I gently tossed the ball forward and amazingly it went right into one of the cups. Without even thinking I jumped up and down as the crowed roared. I turned to face Carson and embraced him in a huge hug. He picked me up off the ground and spun me. When he put me down, he looked down at me.

“That was really good, Kat,” he said. His hands were on my waist.

“Thanks,” I said.

He licked his lips as he stared into my eyes. I felt the familiar stomach flip flop that I got when I was around Carson. He began to lean in.

“Get a room!” someone yelled.

My face flushed with color suddenly. I was humiliated. What was I thinking? I was going to try and make out with Carson King right there in front of everyone. No wonder Amanda’s reputation was ruined… only after being with him one time. I could see how easy it was to get lost in his eyes and forget every inhibition that you had.

I pulled away from him and listened as the crowd laughed at me. I turned and rushed out of the room, through the kitchen, and to the stairs. …I went up. There were lots of doors that I was sure led to different bedrooms. It was a crapshoot, trying to determine which ones didn’t house horny college students boning during the party.

I tried my luck and opened the first door to my left.

Sure enough, I walked in on two naked bodies. The guy was lying on his back, and the girl was straddling his face. I gasped. I’d never seen anything like that. They both looked over at me and giggled, going right back to what they’d been doing. I slammed the door and walked down the hallway further. Finally, I found a room that didn’t have anyone in it. I went in and shut the door.

I sat down on the bed and realized that I was shaking. It was so unlike me to lose control of anything, especially of myself. I didn’t even know what had been going through my mind when I’d almost kissed Carson. It was like he put some spell over me. I couldn’t deny his charms.

I looked around the well-decorated room that obviously belonged to one of the frat brothers. I wondered which one and how soon they’d be coming up here. They could be dragging their date up the stairs right now for all I knew.

For the moment, I decided not to worry about it. Those guys were partying hard–I could hear the dull roar of loud music and laughter. I decided to get a little more comfy, so I kicked my flats off and stretched my feet out. They were aching from all the walking that I’d done in the first few days of school. My toes were pedicured, at least, I thought. That was one good thing.

There was a knock at the door, and I sat up straight.

“Just a second!” I hollered.

“Kat?” came a voice.

It was Carson. Great.

“Come in,” I said sheepishly.

He opened the door and walked in, closing it gently behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked with what looked like genuine concern in his eyes.

I looked at him suspiciously. What did he care? Did it matter to him if I was okay or not? He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that concerned himself with the emotions of girls.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“You didn’t look fine,” he countered.

“It’s just—I don’t—the crowd, you know?” I said and scrunched my nose up to indicate my distaste for large gatherings.

“You can’t let that get to you. If I let the crowd tell me what to do, I’d never have made it this far in football.”

I guessed he was right. Surprise, surprise. I agreed with the football star. I nodded.

He sat down on the bed beside me.

“So why don’t you tell me about yourself, Kat? I feel like I barely know you,” he said.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to know your tutor like that,” I replied.

“What could it hurt?” he asked with a grin.

I thought it could hurt a lot of things. For one, I didn’t want to fall for Carson King. He wasn’t even my type. He was quite the opposite, in fact. I usually went for smart geeky guys that I met in the English department. I wasn’t going to succumb to his charms, so he was right. It couldn’t hurt anything.

“What do you want to know?” I asked him.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked me brazenly.

I stood up from the bed.

“Okay, time’s up, champ. I’m not answering that,” I said.

“Why not? Has it been a long time? I only ask because you’re so uptight. You look like you could use a good fucking.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This was totally uncouth. Who talked like that to a woman? And what kind of woman would fall for such bullshit? I started towards the door but was stopped when he grabbed my wrist.

“I’m kidding, Kat,” he said softly. “Sit back down.”

I looked at him even more suspiciously than I had earlier but I went back to the bed to give him one more chance.

“What’s your favorite holiday?” he asked.

“None of them,” I responded. Once you lose a parent, it’s hard to enjoy Christmas, especially if they happen to die the day before. A wave of sadness came over me. This would be the fourth year without my dad, and even though I hadn’t been a child when I’d lost him, I still felt like half an orphan.

“Why? Did you lose someone?” he asked me sincerely.

I looked at him, amazed that someone as dense as I was sure he was would make that connection.

“Yeah,” I said softly as I looked up into his eyes.

“Me, too,” he said and looked away.

“Who?” I asked.

“Both of my parents,” he replied.

“Damn,” I said back.

“Yeah. It was a car accident. I was with them but only broke my wrist. I was lucky, the doctors said. I don’t feel very lucky,” he confessed.

“I know what you mean,” I said, not about to tell him he was lucky for losing both of his parents but still able to go on without them. I knew how excruciating that was. I couldn’t imagine losing both parents at the same time. The thought was horrifying to me.

We sat there in the bedroom, in complete silence for a little while. It was a sad silence, but also a comfortable one. I knew he understood, and he knew that I understood. It evened out the awkwardness.

I was staring straight ahead when he took my left hand in his.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He held on to my hand gently and caressed it with his thumb. He looked into my eyes. I could feel my stomach filling with butterflies again, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Suddenly Carson placed his other hand on my cheek and drew it down to my neck. I drew in a breath at his touch and longed for more. I tried to tell myself that this was just a fling to him, and I would be even more humiliated if I went through with it, but my hormones were getting the best of me. If he could have sex for sport, why couldn’t I?

I leaned in towards him and beckoned him to kiss me. His lips met mine softly, and he caressed them with his tongue. It wasn’t pushy or rushed. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand and pulled me closer on the bed.

Our bodies were practically touching, but it wasn’t enough. Carson leaned me back on the bed and crawled on top of me; our mouths still pressed together. He begged for entrance with his tongue, and I gave it to him by parting my lips slightly. That was all the green light that he needed. He plunged forward into my mouth, exploring it deeply, sucking on my bottom lip and finally nibbling on it.

I sighed and moaned a little bit into his mouth. He must have heard it because his body responded. I could feel him through his jeans. He was getting aroused. At least, I wasn’t the only one.

Between my legs, I could feel the heat radiating outwards. I knew that my panties had to be damp, and I wondered just how wet they were. How wet was I? We were going to find out together.

Carson crawled completely on top of me and pinned me down by my wrists. He ground his hips against mine, and I could feel his hardened length pressing into my groin. I longed for there to be no clothes between us. The whole time this was happening, I couldn’t believe it. Part of me was thinking it was a bad idea and wanted to stop immediately, but the better part of my brain liked every second of it, and wanted nothing but more– More of Carson King.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. He pulled away, and I looked into his eyes, which had darkened with desire. I bit my lip in frustration at the fact that we were both still fully clothed. He must have understood because he leaned back and stripped his shirt off, then started to work on my jeans and slipped those off as well.

Kneeling between my legs, he ran a finger under the edges of my underwear. First, he did it at the waistband and then he slid his finger under the band of the left leg. I shivered at his touch in such an intimate area. He slid his finger down, lower and lower until it was running along my lips. I gasped.

“Is this okay?” he asked me softly. I hadn’t expected such tenderness from someone like Carson King. It only made me want him more than I already did.

I only nodded my head, and he kept going, running his finger up and down along the outside of my lips. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, eating up the sensation and eager for more. Again, Carson must have known because he slid my panties to the side and parted my folds with his finger, sliding it inside me. I leaned up and cried out as he immediately found my G-spot and began stroking it.

I loved the way the pressure felt. It was like he was beckoning me to come right then and there. I could feel something building there between my legs. I wanted to savor the moment, though. I wasn’t ready to reach my climax. I tried to slow my breathing, and he slid in a second finger. I reached up behind my head and grasped the fabric of the comforter and moaned.

“Mmm… yeah,” he said in a gravelly voice. The sound of it turned me on more. I wanted to make him make all kinds of noises.

Not able to wait anymore, he reached up and slid my panties off. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and threw them over his shoulder and shed his underwear. When they hit the floor, he laid down on his back with his feet to the headboard. I wondered what he was doing. Most guys usually started out on top, but maybe that wasn’t his thing. I crawled over to him and straddled his hips.

He was huge. Long and thick like something out of a sex-toy shop. I wondered for a moment if I was going to be able to stand him fucking me. But, I was more than willing to find out.

“No,” he said. I stopped and looked up at him, shocked that he didn’t want me to get on top of him. He motioned ‘come here’ with a finger. “Straddle my face, Kat,” he said. My eyes must have widened to three times their normal size. I thought of the couple I’d walked in on earlier. I’d found it tantalizing, and part of me had wished that it were something I’d experienced before. Now that I was about to, I was suddenly nervous. I was never comfortable with a guy going down on me. “C’mon,” said Carson. “I want to taste you.”

His words were almost more than I could stand. I blushed and looked away.

“It’s okay,” he urged. I did what he said and nervously placed a leg on either side of his face. “Now just lower yourself until you feel my mouth,” he said. I looked at him like he was crazy. I was pretty sure I was going to break his nose. Suddenly I felt extremely self-conscious.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked with a devilish grin. I blushed some more because he was correct. I didn’t want to admit it, though.

“Yeah, of course, I have!” I exclaimed.

“Okay,” he said, completely not believing me.

He reached under my legs and placed his hands on top of my thighs and put some pressure on me, encouraging me to lower myself onto his face. I did as he instructed and was met with the deliciously warm and wet sensation of his lips on mine. He pressed me down onto his face as hard as he could, and I gasped at the sensation. His lips were soft, and his tongue was exquisite, dancing around in circles over my clit and delving deep inside my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. I began to relax.

I placed my hands on my thighs, holding his hands and began to grind my hips against his face. I was getting into it, getting a rhythm.

He moved his hand from my thigh and drew a finger down the crack of my ass, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure at the light touch. It gave me goosebumps and tightened my nipples. I reached up to feel them.

He took that finger and slowly slid it inside of me. I gasped at how tightly I squeezed myself around him. The sensation was new and strange and altogether wonderful. He moved his finger slightly, and I could feel that same pressure beginning to build up in my core. He moved his hand with me as I ground my hips in a circular motion, loving each second that his mouth was on me, and his finger was inside me. I wanted more.

There was a crashing noise, and I stopped, abruptly jerked out of the moment. I looked up in time to see two drunken people stumbling into the room. I gasped for an entirely different reason. Carson looked back, upside down, at the people that had just joined us. I recognized the girl from the English Society I’d been a part of in my senior year. We locked eyes for an awkward moment of recognition. I quickly climbed off of Carson and bounced off of the bed.

“Hey, it’s cool!” said the guy.

The girl giggled, and I said nothing. Carson lay on the bed with his cock hard and exposed. I wondered if the idea of strangers watching turned him on as much as it turned me off.

I pulled on my jeans and stuffed my panties into my pocket. At least, I wasn’t topless when they walked in, but I’d rather they had seen my naked breasts instead of me spread wide on top of Carson King’s face.

I looked over at him one last time. He’d rolled onto his side and was trying to cover himself though his size wasn’t allowing for it. I looked back at the couple, and they were still standing there. I rushed by them and into the hallway. I heard Carson call my name behind me. I kept going. I raced down the stairs into the entry hall and looked around for Elle. I spotted her at the shuffleboard table in the next room with a big meathead with his hands all over her ass.

“Elle, we gotta go,” I said breathlessly to her as I walked into the room.

She turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a beer in one hand. It was obvious she was already gone. “Why?” she asked.

“I don’t have time to explain. Let’s just go, please,” I begged her.

She shook her head like a sullen child. “No,” she said.

I shrugged and turned to walk out the door. It was fine. I’d just walk home alone. The sooner I got away from that godforsaken party, the better. I marched out the front door and slammed it behind me accidentally. A group of guys and girls on the front lawn whipped their heads around to stare at me. I walked quickly down the sidewalk and turned in the direction of my house.