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“Coach Beiler!” A deep bellow from behind us startles me. I spin around, my hand on my chest, to find a truly beautiful male specimen approaching. I resist the urge to fan myself. He’s purty.
“Prib. You should be home…studying.” Brandon leaves me at the railing overlooking the practice field, closing the distance between him and Prib.
“I know. I will. I was hoping you could run through the new play with me one more time?” Prib glances at me briefly, at Brandon, then his eyes widen and dart back to my chest and stay there.
Men.
“Phia Kerr, meet Crue Pribula, an offensive tackle. Prib, Phia is our new water girl for the season.”
Prib licks his lips, bites into the bottom one, and finally looks me in the eye. A slow smile stretching full, pink lips framed by a dark, close-cropped beard reveals white teeth. One of his front teeth is chipped, barely noticeable…unless you’re studying him like a stalker. Dark, tightly curled hair short on the sides, styledlonger on top, and eyes so brown they’re almost black. He’s taller than Brandon, I’d say close to 7 feet tall.
I’ve never scaled a tree in my life, but I wouldn’t mind climbing him. Of course, my ample chest aside, men who look like him don’t usually go for women who look like me. I’m not talking bad about myself, but I’m 5’6” and round. I’m stronger than I look, and faster than Coach Heacock would believe, but I’m still not the ideal mate for an athletic powerhouse like Crue Pribula.
He's sure nice to look at though. And I’m gonna get to look at him a whole lot over the next several months.
Prib reaches for my hand. Numbly, I watch him raise it to his lips and press a featherlight kiss to my knuckles. Brandon bursts out laughing. “Alright, Casanova, let’s go. Phia, think you can find your way out of here?”
Squeezing my fingers into a fist at my side when Prib releases them, the bite of my nails into my palm snaps me back to the present. “Uh. Yes. I should be fine, we left a trail of breadcrumbs, right?” Brandon chuckles at my lame attempt at a joke. “Thank you, Brandon, for your hospitality, I’ll see you tomorrow at 4 o’clock for practice.” Still smiling, he nods. I glance at Prib, finding him watching me intently. “Nice to meet you, Prib. Enjoy your evening.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
I clutch the strap of my crossbody bag and retrace my steps until I’m in the parking lot. I only got turned around twice. My heart beats wildly, my palms sweaty. Crue Pribula is a charmer. And a player in every sense of the word.
The Effect of Tribal Acceptance in Modern Society on the Human Psyche.
Perhaps I should change my thesis to the effect of hot athletes on unsuspecting women and the total destruction of their panties. I shake my head as I close the driver’s door of my car with a giggle. I can only imagine Eli’s face if I tried to pass that off as my thesis topic.
I have almost 24 hours to gird my loins against potent masculinity and athletic prowess. Still parked, I pull out my phone and pull up the search engine. Is there an app for that? A spray? Ooh, a pheromone blocker?
Crue Pribula 2.
Removing my helmet, I wipe sweat off my face with my towel, surreptitiously glancing around looking for a certain female hydrationist. It’s been almost a week since I’ve spoken to her, hell, since I’ve been closer than 20 feet away. Practice last week was spent running drills in anticipation for our first game of the season. Unfortunately, it was against last season’s College Football Playoff National Champions…we lost. However, while a brutal game, we only lost by a field goal. We took that as a win of sorts.
I’ve caught glimpses of her, her long brown hair shining under the sun, always walking away from me. Between practices, workouts, the game, and more practices, she hasn’t been around long enough for me to even say hello.
Don’t know what it is about her, but she’s been on my mind since I met her. Ok, that’s not entirely true. Her tits drew me in. I’m a boob guy. And she has the biggest set of tits I’ve ever seen in person. Natural too. You can tell. Beiler introduced us but all I could picture was burying my face between them and smothering myself into an early and blissful grave.
Her voice though…that’s been playing on repeat for a week. I want to know if it’s as raspy when she’s cumming on my cock or when I’m drinking her juices straight from her pussy. I went home after Beiler ran through one of the new plays with me untilI had it down and stroked my cock three times before I finally fell asleep. Then I dreamed of her; long silky hair, wide cushioned hips, soft belly, thick thighs, a brilliant smile, soulful eyes, and a set of tits so glorious I woke up and jerked off twice more before class.
It’s been football and classes for three years. I’m set to graduate at the end of this school year and move home to help my parents bring our family farm well into the 21stcentury. I have plans, a lot of plans, and my hard-earned degree here is the key to continuing my family legacy. Ensuring I have something to leave for my kids someday.
Only now, it seems my priorities have shifted. Football, classes, Phia. I won’t allow anything to distract me from my goals, or jeopardize my family’s future, but I can’t see Phia being a hindrance. In fact, I see her laughing with my mom in the kitchen, cheering with my dad and me in the living room watching football, and being the big sister my younger sisters have always wanted.
And all from one fucking conversation.
“Gill!”
“What?” My best friend and linemate yells from down the sideline of the practice field.
“Have I hit my head recently?” Several of our teammates start laughing, but I’m serious. I don’t know what’s happening to me. This isn’t like me. I’ve had some fun throughout my college career, I haven’t been a monk, but I’ve never been obsessed. Let alone planning a future with someone I barely know.
“Maybe. Did I hit mine?”
“What are you two going on about?” Coach Beiler shakes his head at us both.
“I think I might be concussed.” I tell him, for a second his expression turns serious as he stares at me assessingly.
“Nah. You’re just in luuurve.”
