The Rodeo Queen's Touchdown

12-Aaron

Aaron

Watching Parker ride was really cool. I didn’t know she could ride other ways besides barrel racing. It doesn’t matter what horse she rides, Parker looks elegant and regal. When she got closer, I could tell she was dusty and tired. I suggested dinner knowing she would want to clean up, but I just wanted to spend more time with her.

We went to dinner at Chipotle. The food is good, and we can sit far enough away from other people that Parker did not need to be self-conscious of her smell. We laughed and just had a generally good time. I love how she just likes me for me and not because I am the captain of the football team. It’s so refreshing and allows me to relax. Most girls just want to be able to brag that they are dating the quarterback and do not even look for the person behind the ball. Parker cares more about the person than the athlete.

Not joining her in the shower was a test of my patience. I was imagining her hands roaming all over her body, touching her perfect breasts, running down her taut stomach, putting her fingers through that delicious p***y. Now that I have tasted and come inside her, all my dreams have become more vivid. God, I was so hard! It really is a shame she would not let me join her, but my mind is already racing through the ideas of her rewards. Parker came out of the bathroom in a cute pair of pajamas and t-shirt before I could finish my musings.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“Just need to grab my bag and shoes,” she answered.

As we walked out the door, I grabbed her hand. The feel of her hand in mine felt so good, fitting perfectly. We walked across the quad in silence, reaching the library. We chose a table in the back corner of the second floor, hoping to hide from people. I often get stopped and hit on by girls; it doesn’t seem to matter where.

The silence between us was comfortable, and I was glad that neither of us felt the need to fill in the void with mindless chatter. I was able to get some of my homework done and watched Parker work on her paper about ranch planning. Finishing before her, I spent time observing her manners. I started noticing little things that I have never noticed before, like when she is concentrating hard, she chews on something, such as a pen cap or her lower lip. When she is stuck on a problem, her nose scrunches like a rabbit. Parker also cannot sit still for long, a bad fidgeter. Her knee either bounces up and down, or she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Currently, Parker is bouncing her knee up and down. It’s the one closest to me, so it keeps rubbing against my leg, sending tingles throughout my body. The need to touch her is becoming overwhelming. I start with my hand on her upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up and down. My hand moves higher slowly, feeling as shudders run through her body. As I was getting closer to her apex, Parker’s knee stopped bouncing, her legs widening slightly summoning me into their embrace. I looked up at her to see if she is receptive and what I see is making my d**k twitch in my pants. Parker was barely breathing, biting her lip. I had the undeniable urge to suck on that lip until it was swollen. My hand finally made it to her p***y, making circles with my thumb. I can feel how wet she has become through her pants. Her breath hitches as my hand continues to rise to the band of her pants.

“Aaron,” she whispers breathily as my hand finally makes it into her pants.

I find her weeping core and start rubbing through her wetness, making sure to coat my fingers. Parker’s breath becomes heavy, and I can tell she is trying to hold in her moans. I am really wishing we were not in the library right now, wanting to hear her scream my name when I make her c*m. I put a finger inside her folds and push in and out. I add a second finger thrusting faster and faster, curving them as I find her g-spot. I can tell Parker is getting close when she puts her fist into her mouth to stifle the loud moans that want to come out. I add a third finger and feel her explode. I continue to thrust my fingers, letting her ride out her o****m. Pulling out my fingers, I put them into my mouth, sucking on her essence. She is so delicious!

“You taste amazing. I need more of you on my tongue. Let’s go back to my room,” I whisper. We are in a library after all, probably not the right place for what I have in mind.

Unable to speak while gathering her breath, Parker merely nodded her assent. We pack up our books and papers and head back to the football house. Luckily, we were able to finish some homework, so this trip was not a total waste.

The house is quiet when we arrive. Good, everyone else is gone. We make it to my room, and I lock the door. See, I can learn from my mistakes! As soon as I turn back around to Parker, she grabs my face and brings it in for a kiss. The kiss was soft and tender until I took control, trying to dominate her. I moved my hands down her arms, around her waist, and under her butt. I grab her thighs, lifting her up so that she wraps her legs around me. I carry her over to the bed and lay her down gently. I raise her shirt slightly, leaving butterfly kisses on her belly. Working my way down to the hem of her pants, I pull them and her underpants off roughly, eager to get to my destination. I am hypnotized by her beautiful v****a, while pulling off my shirt. Feasting on her delectable snatch as if I have not eaten in years, I roughly slurp, lick and nibble until her o****m hits my tongue. If her moans are any indication, I believe that Parker is enjoying herself. She comes on my tongue, and I lap up every ounce.

Moving up her body, I kiss every available piece of flesh I can find, taking her shirt with me. As I kiss her lips, Parker flips us over so that she is straddling my thighs.

“Let me guess, in the nightstand?” Parker asks mischievously.

Still surprised by her ease of flipping us, I nod. She leans over, opens the drawer, and grabs a condom from the box. Parker lowers her body, dragging my pants and boxers as she goes. My d**k is rock hard, flopping back to stomach as it is released. Parker eyes it hungrily, moving down my body until eye-level with my c**k. She bends closer to it, licking it from root to tip then sucking off the pre-c*m. I groan in anticipation, her mouth feeling amazing. Parker sits up, rips the foil with her teeth, and rolls the condom down my d**k. I am so hard it hurts. She slowly lowers her p***y onto my c**k, and I grunt in pleasure. She is so tight in this position. Why is it that every time I am with her, I feel like a teenage virgin again, ready to blow my load at the slightest touches. Parker starts riding my c**k harder as I thrust my hips to match her movements.

“Babe, you feel amazing. Take what you want from me.”

“Aaron, f**k me harder.”

I sit up and take control. Grabbing her hips, I pull her body down brutally on my c**k like a primal animal. Her moans get louder and louder the closer that she gets to her c****x, until finally screaming my name out as her o****m rips through her body. After a few more thrusts, I reach my own peak, grunting her name as I c*m. I slow down but continue to push in and out, riding out our orgasms, taking her to lay down as I do. Parker rests on my chest covering me like a blanket. Reposing there in silence, we let our heavy breathing slow, soaking up each other’s presence. Those three little words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t think that she is ready to hear them. I am running my fingers lightly up and down her spine, suddenly hearing soft snoring. Parker’s breathing evened out and fell asleep still snuggling me. I fell asleep shortly after.

The week went by as Parker and I fall into a somewhat new routine. Every morning, we would go for a run then split for our various activities: classes, work, or practice. I would try to meet Parker for lunch or dinner, and a few nights we just hung out doing homework or snuggling, watching movies. I loved the nights that she would sleep over. Trey has gotten used to seeing her come out of my room in the mornings and just smiles. I think that he is happy to see his sister with a friend instead of a douche.

Some of the drama has stopped. Rhonda has left us alone, though I have heard some of the cheerleaders making comments, mostly about Parker. Parker says that she is used to it and just ignores it. She is such a strong woman to not stoop to their level; I certainly want to. I feel like Rhonda is just waiting for the perfect moment to be a pain in the ass. Taylor missed a few practices during his tantrum, so was benched during the week and sulks whenever he sees me.

The person that most worries me is Jonas. He has not said anything or made any type of scene yet, but whenever we are in the same room, I can feel his anger and aggression roll of him. It brings back memories of him and Parker in the darkened hallway, the way that he grabbed her wrist and left bruises. I think Paker and I need to sit down and talk about their relationship. If Jonas hurt her in anyway, I am going to kill him.

It’s now Saturday and game day, so we do our normal team breakfast. This morning is waffles and French toast with hashbrowns and fruit salad. Everyone is getting along just fine, and I hope the rest of the day continues. We head to the weight room and Trey, Carter, and I head to our normal starting point. We chat about plays to make and things to look for from the other team. We are halfway through our workout when the drama starts. Taylor is heading my way, looking like the cat that got the canary.

“Hey Stevens, I’m starting today,” Taylor brags.

Coach and I already discussed this; we are playing a pretty poor team and do not see much of a chance of losing. He decided that instead of risking an injury that could potentially take me away from harder teams, I would sit out today. I’m fine with it. I spoke with my dad over the week to get his opinion, and he felt that my stats were already so good that missing one game will not negatively affect my future. I already had a contract so could bypass the draft.

I shrug nonchalantly, “Yeah, I know.”

“Oh please,” he sneers, “Don’t act like you don’t care. I bet this is just eating away at you. I’m finally going to get to show what everyone else was missing by having you starting every game. After this game, Coach will have no choice but to make me starting quarterback for the rest of the season.”

Rolling my eyes at his attitude, “Well, I guess we will see.”

Seeing that he was not going to get a rise out of me, Taylor throws one more sneer my way and walks off to stand in a corner, not bothering to finish his warm-up. Carter, Trey, and I go back to finish our workout, making fun of Taylor and his giant ego. Maybe he should stop coming into weight rooms; he seems to think they are a stage for his tantrums.

As I finish getting into my uniform, Coach enters the locker room, preparing for his pep talk.

“Alright boys, we’ve played this team last year and watched the game tapes. Actually, a better word choice is destroyed them last year. We know they are a weak team, and we can walk all over them, but don’t use that as an excuse to slack off. We can use this game as a practice for next week as well as honing and expanding our strengths. We still want to win. I would hate to hear the jeers that the other coaches will give me if you lose. Let’s give it our all and push ourselves to do our best!”

I look over at Taylor to see his face when Coach says this is a weak team. Taylor is frowning when he realizes that he is still the backup quarterback. We all high-five and finish dressing, continuing our routine for every game. Looking around the stands, I find Parker and LeeAnne standing with some of their other friends. They all have pompoms and are dancing and cheering wildly. Parker meets my eye, waves, and turns around. She is wearing my jersey again. Looks like some is getting multiple orgasms later.

A shrill whistle brings me out of my musings and see Taylor start to walk to the middle of the field where the coin toss is being held. Coach calls him back, reminding him that he is not the captain. I smirk as I pass him, joining Carter for the toss. We lose the flip, and the other team decides to kick first. I go back to the bench to relax, knowing that I will not be needed right away. I keep an eye on the game, but also watch Parker from time to time, enjoying the hijinks they are getting into.