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  “Hey,” I say, moving over to her side. “I’m Jeff Tallborne, quarterback for The Tanks.”

  She gives me a look that clearly says, “mind your own fucking business,” and just ignores me. Just fucking ignores me! Me, Jeff Tallborne!

  “Oh, wow,” says her friend. “I’m a huge fan!”

  “That’s great,” I say. “But I was trying to talk to this beautiful creature here.”

  The friend giggles, and doesn’t seem to take any offense at what I said.

  “Leave us alone, will you?” says the beautiful one.

  “I just wanted to know your name,” I say.

  “Lexi,” she says, as coldly as ice. “Now leave us alone.”

  “I’m not the type to beg,” I say. “And I can take a hint. But I know that by the end of the night, you’ll be wanting me. You want me now, but you just don’t realize it yet. When you eventually come around to your desires, I’ll be over there, at the other end of the bar.”

  “What a prick,” says Lexi to her friend, as I’m walking away, but I catch her glancing back at me.

  It’s only a matter of time.

  I post up over at the other end of the bar, away from Lexi and her friend, away from Tom, and away from my teammates.

  I sip slowly on a nice beer, and just try to enjoy the evening, enjoy the slight buzz.

  Meanwhile, three other women come up to me, trying to hit on me, trying to drag me back to their apartments, or the bar bathroom. Most of them want autographs, too. It’s not easy being a famous quarterback sometimes, that’s for sure.

  “Not interested,” I say to all of them.

  Maybe another night I’d be interested. They’re all hot, that’s for sure.

  But now that I’ve laid my eyes on Lexi, I know I’m not going to be satisfied with anyone else. I glance over at her, and she’s still chatting with her friend, still looking blazingly hot, yet refined, at the same time. Just glancing at her gets my dick about three-quarters hard. I can feel it aching for her, for her tremendous body.

  Finally, she makes her move. I wasn’t expecting it to take this long. I know she can’t resist me.

  Of course, she doesn’t come over herself, but sends her friend.

  “Took her long enough to send you over,” I say.

  “She didn’t send me,” says the friend, speaking in a low voice that I can barely hear over the noise of the team, who are all getting blitzed doing shots of vodka.

  “Sure,” I say. “I’ve heard that before. You can tell her that if she wants me, she’s got to talk to me herself, not send her friend.”

  “No, really, she didn’t send me. She’s really shy. But I think she needs to get rid of some of the stress that’s been piling up around her, and…”

  “And sleeping with me is going to be a good way to do that?”

  “Well…”

  “Listen,” I say. “I’m glad you’re concerned about your friend. Let me just tell you, I don’t play games. I don’t mess around, and I’m always upfront. I’m not looking for a relationship, just looking for some hot sex with the hottest woman in the bar, which just happens to be your friend.”

  “Eww,” says the friend. “You’re disgusting.”

  I nod.

  “So what?” I say, and tilt my beer glass back, draining the last drops of beer. “Another,” I call out to the bartender.

  4.

  Lexi

  “Don’t even think of going near that prick,” says Joanne, returning with more drinks.

  “I wasn’t,” I say. “Wait, Joanne. Did you go talk to him on my behalf? I told you I wasn’t interested in some arrogant jock. And he’s a huge prick, too, to top it off.”

  “I just thought you could use some fun,” says Joanne. “But he’s a real prick. I’m not even going to tell you what he said about you…”

  “What did he say?”

  Joanne shakes her head.

  “He thinks I’m hot?”

  “Wow, Lexi. It sounds like you’re interested in him now.”

  I don’t answer, but instead take another sip from my cocktail. I’m just a little buzzed now, but nothing serious.

  I catch an eye full of Jeff the famous quarterback across the bar. He sure is smolderingly hot, tall, but not lanky. He’s perfectly muscled. He honestly looks like some ancient statue, although perhaps more muscular, and definitely hotter.

  His hair is brown with just enough wave in it, and his eyes have a piercing look to them, like they could cut glass.

  It’s been a long time, after all, since I’ve had sex. With anyone but myself, that is.

  I can’t believe he’s interested in me, and thinks I’m hot. After all, I’m not wearing anything that I would consider particularly flattering. We have to dress quite formally for work, and as Joanne pointed out earlier, I’m not even wearing a fresh outfit today.

  “You’re not saying anything, Lexi,” says Joanne, sounding concerned. “You’re not thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, are you?”

  “Would it really be so bad?” I say. “I mean just to get it out of my system. He looks like he’d be…”

  “What? Good in bed? Yeah, probably, but like I said he’s a huge asshole. Not to mention super arrogant. Maybe the most arrogant person on the planet.”

  “It’s not like I’m going to marry him,” I say. “I’m just looking for one night of…”

  “Hot sex?” says Joanne.

  I nod. I know I want this. I know I want him.

  My head feels clear, and I’m making rational decisions.

  It’s good to get out of your comfort zone once in a while.

  “I’m going for it,” I say.

  Joanne sighs. “Well, just make sure you use protection. Who knows who he’s been with, you know?”

  I nod, and put my cocktail down before heading over to Jeff.

  I sit next to him on a barstool.

  “Couldn’t keep away from me, eh?” he says, eying me up and down, like he’s surveying a piece of meet.

  I think I can see a bulge in his jeans, but I try not to look too carefully. That would be awkward if he caught me. Then again, I am trying to sleep with the guy. How subtle do I need to be?

  “You really are cocky,” I say.

  “Maybe so,” he says, giving me an arrogant smile. “But you’re here, aren’t you? You want a piece of the famous quarterback, just like everyone else.”

  “I’m just looking to release some tension, some stress,” I say. “I don’t know anything about sports, and honestly your job doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ve got my own career to look out for, and I don’t go around sleeping with whoever. So let’s get a couple things clear: this is just a one time thing, OK?”

  “Perfect,” he says. “I don’t want to have to see you again either.”

  “Wow, you really are an asshole,” I say.

  Something about the way he says it just makes me infuriated. His voice is dripping with pure arrogance.

  But he’s hot, and it’s been way, way too long for me. I need him and I need his cock. I need him deep inside me.

  “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I follow him out of the bar, and he puts his hand on my ass as we walk down the street.

  “Where we headed?” I say.

  My mind is clear, and I know that I want him.

  “Let’s go to a hotel around the corner,” he says, checking out my body with an obvious look, like he’s trying to memorize my chest.

  That’s fine with me right now, and I hesitate to take him all in with a long glance. He’s well-built, just like you’d expect a star professional athlete. There’s not an ounce of extra fat on him… He’s all muscles and brute strength. If there’s one thing this guy can do, it’s play football, but if there’s another, and I’m sure there is, it’s fuck, fuck like no one else.

  I feel a little guilty leaving Joanne back there, but she’s o
n the way home, no doubt, already to her man who’s going to greet her with a big warm hug. Who’s waiting for me at home? There’s nothing for me there—just an empty apartment, a TV, and more legal paperwork to pore over. I haven’t had a night to myself in over a year. It’s like I’m married to my work.

  So Joanne, well—there’s no need to feel bad for her.

  A girl needs to treat herself every once in a while.

  And who better to do it with than this steaming hot quarterback here? He’s the type to make any other woman jealous.

  So it’s going to be for one night, who cares? This is just what I want. It’s not like I want this cocky asshole hanging around me the rest of my life anyway.

  Jeff pays with his credit card at the front desk and we get into the elevator to take us to our room.

  We can’t resist once we’re in the elevator. Our hands are all over each other.

  His strong hands are working their way up my skirt, touching my inner thighs, near my underwear.

  He’s panting heavily, and so am I.

  “I want you so bad,” I say.

  “You’re going to have me soon,” he says. “All of me.”

  He’s running his hands through my hair, and he’s got my leg hitched high, above his shoulder, with my long skirt riding up on my thighs.

  He’s about to bend down between my legs to lick me, even though my underwear’s still on, but just then the elevator starts to open.

  “Shit,” I say, and I get my leg down as fast as I can.

  I’m trying to smooth out my shirt and blouse when the door fully opens, revealing an elderly couple standing there, looking concerned.

  “Are you all right, dear?” says the older woman.

  I’m all out of breath and probably red in the face, with my hair all wild.

  “We’re fine, ma’am,” says Jeff, and motions for me to exit.

  I lower my face as I pass the couple, and then Jeff and I run, with me giggling, and him laughing, down to his room.

  I’ve got my hand down his pants as he’s fiddling with the room card. I just can’t help myself, and fuck is his cock hard not to mention fucking enormous, judging by how it feels.

  “There’s more where that came from,” says Jeff, and we head into the room.

  He picks me up, and closes the door with a kick. I’m giggling wildly as he dumps me on the bed.

  “Now it’s time for the real fun,” he says, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

  His massive erect cock springs out, fully erect, completely massive. It’s by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

  I guess I picked a good guy for a one-night stand. Every woman’s got to have one experience like this under her belt, right? Just no-strings attached fun with a guy with a massive not to mention beautiful cock. And he’s got a silly hot body to boot. I say silly because I’m lost for words as he pulls off his shirt.

  Now he’s standing before me completely naked, looking like some super muscled gladiator, ready to just fuck me hard and fast forever.

  He’s pulling off my skirt, and he removes my panties with one strong yank. They come off at my ankles, and I kick off my shoes.

  His hands are under my shirt, massaging my breasts. My nipples are rock hard.

  A second later, he’s ripping open my shirt with a throaty growl. Fuck, is that hot.

  This is just what I guess I needed, not to mention wanted.

  My bra comes off, and he’s sucking on my nipples.

  I’m completely naked in bed, and his huge muscled body is above me. He’s licking my nipples, then my stomach, now my belly button.

  He works his tongue down to my thighs, where he teases me by licking the insides of my thighs, and now my outer lips.

  Fuck, is this hot.

  I let out a moan as his tongue makes contact with my outer lips in a big, broad stroke.

  The rough patches on his tongue make me moan even harder, and my back involuntarily arches as I receive wave after wave of pleasure.

  He’s really skilled. Fuck is he skilled.

  I grab his hair in streaks, and push his head farther down between my legs. I tighten my legs around his head like a vice, and now he’s licking harder than ever.

  My vision starts to go weird, and I can’t help but let out a large shriek as I come.

  The orgasm washes over me and continues and continues, never seeming to die down.

  He breaks free of my leg’s vice-like grip and now he’s on top of me.

  “I need you inside me,” I say.

  His cock is jousting between my legs. It’s so fucking big. I need to feel him inside me.

  “Do you have a condom?” he says.

  A condom? What’s he talking about. Oh yeah, safe sex and all that. Who has time for that kind of stuff in a moment like this, a moment so hot?

  “No,” I say. “But I’m on the pill.”

  It’s true. I’ve been taking the pill since college, even though it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.

  I’m pretty sure I’ve taken it regularly the last few months, despite all the stress.

  But, fuck, who can think about that kind of stuff now. I just need his cock inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I say. “I’m on the pill.

  He hesitates for just a moment, but now he plunges his cock slowly inside me.

  Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

  The waves of pleasure wash through me and I gasp as his cock comes all the way in, up to the hilt, slowly.

  He’s holding himself above me, resting on his elbows. His body is right up against me now, just inches above me.

  He kisses me on my neck and I squirm in pleasure. He’s fucking me harder now, using a lot of his muscular force to seriously penetrate me.

  “Fuck me faster,” I cry out.

  He lets out a grunt as he begins fucking me faster, and faster.

  He’s holding me by my sides now, pressing his whole glistening body down onto mine.

  My vision’s going white around the edges and I involuntarily let out a tremendous moan.

  “I’m coming,” I manage to say.

  “Good,” he says, and pumps his cock into me harder and faster than ever before.

  It’s all over a moment later, and we both lie back, flopping on the bed, completely spent, completely exhausted.

  After a few minutes, he stirs. “That was hot,” he says, running his hands along my naked body.

  “Yeah,” I say, looking into his eyes that seem to pierce me.

  “I know this was supposed to be a one time thing,” he says slowly, as if he’s looking for the right words. “But maybe we could do this again sometime…”

  “I don’t know,” I say, instantly regretting the words. That was the best sex of my life after all. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  “Aw, come on, babe,” he says.

  “I’m really trying to work on my career right now,” I say.

  But why am I saying it?

  As I look into his eyes, and gaze down at his naked body, with his cock still partially erect, I’m already regretting it.

  “That’s fine,” he says. “But I know you’re going to change your mind. And when you do, here’s my number.” He gets up and fishes a card out of his wallet and throws it casually on the bed.

  I watch him as he gets dressed. His abs ripple as he pulls up his jeans, and his shoulder muscles bulge as he pulls on his t-shirt.

  “See you soon,” he says, and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

  5.

  Jeff

  “How was your night, man?” says Tom, sidling up next to me in the locker room, as I’m pulling on my pads.

  “Good,” I say. “I got that chick in the suit. She was crazy in bed, you should have seen her.”

  “Nice,” says Tom. “I ended up getting one of your fans.”

  “Can’t stay away from my sloppy s
econds, can you, Tom?” I say.

  “How do you know you already slept with her?” says Tom, growing red in the face, apparently a little angry.

  “I’m just assuming,” I say. “I mean who haven’t I slept with. Anyway, I’m going to see this chick again tonight, the one in the suit.”

  “Yeah? You already arranged something with her?”

  “No, but I know she can’t keep away for more than 24 hours. That’s just the effect I have on women. She’ll be calling me tonight, that’s for sure. I can’t wait to get into her again. I already know what I’m going to do with her.”

  Tom laughs subserviently.

  I wonder if he actually got any last night. Probably not.

  The practice goes well, and coach congratulates me on my passes. I knew drinking and having sex the night before helps my game, and coach is the proof.

  “Nice work out there, Jeff,” say a couple of the teammates, clapping me on the back as I enter the locker room, which smells musty and musky, a deep male scent that’ll never be scrubbed out of these metal lockers and these painted concrete walls.

  I’m heading out to the parking lot, with Tom tagging along behind me, when some guys in their twenties come roaring by in a cheesy out of date SUV. They’re really crammed in there, and they’re blasting music full of bass.

  “They’re yelling something about us, about The Tanks,” says Tom.

  “Probably just fans,” I say. “See you tomorrow, Tom. Try to get some of those sloppy seconds again, man.” I wink at him. I know that’s going to bother him, just niggle him all day long, and that’s why I said it, just to mess with him. What are friends for, after all? Although, he’s really more of a sidekick than a friend or equal. Then again, it’s hard to find someone equal to me in skill, in…well, just about anything.

  “No, Jeff, they’re yelling that we suck.”

  I perk up my ears, and listen for a moment.

  Sure enough, they’re yelling at us. “Jeff Tallborne fucking sucks!” yells one of them, leaning halfway out the rear window.

  “Fucking assholes,” I yell back. “Come back here and say that to my face, you little pricks!”