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it.”
He just shook his head. "No, it's fine. Let's go.” He said as he led the way out the door.
"Bye Angela.” I called out, my Dad having kissed her goodbye already.
"Au revoir Ashley,” She called back.
When we got to the stadium, which was hosting the game later in the day, it was already packed. Nobody was allowed to go inside, though. Maneuvering around everybody wasn't so difficult once we got past the doors.
Andy was standing by the water cooler on the field. He was already dressed in his uniform, unlike most of the other guys. I suppose that's because he was the captain. He had to set a good example for the rest of the team. I snuck up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?” I asked, making my voice go as deep as possible.
"Wow, when did I start dating men?" He asked as he covered my hands with his before pulling them down.
"Since I play football better than you,” I said giggling. He twisted around while keeping my hands in his.
"Is that so?" He asked a twinkle in his eyes.
I narrowed mine. "Yes, it is.” I said confidently. His lips met mine, without breaking eye contact. He said, "That’s probably true.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was only slightly awkward with all of the padding on his shoulders.
"Good morning.” I whispered.
"Yes it is.” He groaned.
I laughed, throwing my head back. His lips met my neck and my laughter stopped abruptly.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked as he nibbled on my ear.
"Like a rock, you?" I asked gasping for breath and squeezing my eyes shut to focus.
"I never sleep well before a big game.” He admitted. I pulled his lips back to mine, having had enough with talking so much.
This time, it was my tongue that ran across his lip, begging for entrance which he hastily granted. His hands were gripping my hips, holding me against his body as tightly as possible. I attempted to wrap my hands further around his neck but the padding got in the way. I settled for latching onto them and pulling him closer to me. When he growled, I gave a light moan. Loving how his lips trembled against mine.
Just as my body started getting hotter, Andy's head jerked into mine, causing his teeth to puncture my lower lip slightly. He quickly pulled away as I yelled "Ow, Fuck!" And glanced around for what had happened. I realized that Chris had thrown a ball straight at Andy's head, which was dangerous when he didn't have his helmet on. I glared at him and grabbed the football which was now at my feet. Aiming and hitting him just to the side of where his nut cup would have been if he hadn't been slacking. He doubled over.
"Ashley!" I heard Dad yell. I bit my lip.
"Yeah," I asked timidly.
"You can't just go around hitting my guys where it hurts before a big game.” I sighed and walked over to Chris.
"Sorry. I guess I have a bit of a temper." I said sullenly as I helped him up. He had a light grimace from the pain, but other than that, seemed fine.
He gave me a nervous smile. "Guess I'm just glad you weren't aiming for the jewels.” I chuckled.
"I wouldn't do that on purpose.” I told him. "However, throwing a football at the head of somebody who's not wearing a helmet is a real dumb move.” I scolded him.
"Well y'all were going at it like you needed a room.” He laughed and I blushed scarlet.
"Were not,” I grumbled, making my way back to Andy.
"Yes, you were!" He taunted me on my way back over. Andy, who was laughing at my blushing cheeks, wrapped his arms around me.
"I don't like college guys anymore." I informed him. "They're all pervs.”
He looked troubled for a moment. "You still like me, though, right?" He asked.
I laughed. "Of course, I do. Apparently, we were hot enough for a bedroom." I whispered seductively.
I saw his eyes widen then light up. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You want me.”
My dad called practice as I laughed. "In your dreams Richmond,” or mine,
He just shook his head. "No, it's fine. Let's go.” He said as he led the way out the door.
"Bye Angela.” I called out, my Dad having kissed her goodbye already.
"Au revoir Ashley,” She called back.
When we got to the stadium, which was hosting the game later in the day, it was already packed. Nobody was allowed to go inside, though. Maneuvering around everybody wasn't so difficult once we got past the doors.
Andy was standing by the water cooler on the field. He was already dressed in his uniform, unlike most of the other guys. I suppose that's because he was the captain. He had to set a good example for the rest of the team. I snuck up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?” I asked, making my voice go as deep as possible.
"Wow, when did I start dating men?" He asked as he covered my hands with his before pulling them down.
"Since I play football better than you,” I said giggling. He twisted around while keeping my hands in his.
"Is that so?" He asked a twinkle in his eyes.
I narrowed mine. "Yes, it is.” I said confidently. His lips met mine, without breaking eye contact. He said, "That’s probably true.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was only slightly awkward with all of the padding on his shoulders.
"Good morning.” I whispered.
"Yes it is.” He groaned.
I laughed, throwing my head back. His lips met my neck and my laughter stopped abruptly.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked as he nibbled on my ear.
"Like a rock, you?" I asked gasping for breath and squeezing my eyes shut to focus.
"I never sleep well before a big game.” He admitted. I pulled his lips back to mine, having had enough with talking so much.
This time, it was my tongue that ran across his lip, begging for entrance which he hastily granted. His hands were gripping my hips, holding me against his body as tightly as possible. I attempted to wrap my hands further around his neck but the padding got in the way. I settled for latching onto them and pulling him closer to me. When he growled, I gave a light moan. Loving how his lips trembled against mine.
Just as my body started getting hotter, Andy's head jerked into mine, causing his teeth to puncture my lower lip slightly. He quickly pulled away as I yelled "Ow, Fuck!" And glanced around for what had happened. I realized that Chris had thrown a ball straight at Andy's head, which was dangerous when he didn't have his helmet on. I glared at him and grabbed the football which was now at my feet. Aiming and hitting him just to the side of where his nut cup would have been if he hadn't been slacking. He doubled over.
"Ashley!" I heard Dad yell. I bit my lip.
"Yeah," I asked timidly.
"You can't just go around hitting my guys where it hurts before a big game.” I sighed and walked over to Chris.
"Sorry. I guess I have a bit of a temper." I said sullenly as I helped him up. He had a light grimace from the pain, but other than that, seemed fine.
He gave me a nervous smile. "Guess I'm just glad you weren't aiming for the jewels.” I chuckled.
"I wouldn't do that on purpose.” I told him. "However, throwing a football at the head of somebody who's not wearing a helmet is a real dumb move.” I scolded him.
"Well y'all were going at it like you needed a room.” He laughed and I blushed scarlet.
"Were not,” I grumbled, making my way back to Andy.
"Yes, you were!" He taunted me on my way back over. Andy, who was laughing at my blushing cheeks, wrapped his arms around me.
"I don't like college guys anymore." I informed him. "They're all pervs.”
He looked troubled for a moment. "You still like me, though, right?" He asked.
I laughed. "Of course, I do. Apparently, we were hot enough for a bedroom." I whispered seductively.
I saw his eyes widen then light up. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You want me.”
My dad called practice as I laughed. "In your dreams Richmond,” or mine,
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