The Rodeo Queen's Touchdown

10-Aaron

Aaron

I could not take my mind off the dance last night. I almost kissed Parker. I could have killed Carter when he came and destroyed our moment. We didn’t get another chance to be alone for the rest of the night. Someone was always there to chaperone us. Parker looked so beautiful, and the timing was perfect. Maybe at the party tonight I can get her alone again. For now, though, I have to get my mind back on the game this afternoon. We are going up against our strongest rivals, so I need to be completely focused. We start our day eating a light breakfast of fruit and cereal and doing a small workout as a team. It is meant to give us time to bond and warm up our bodies without straining anything. We also take this time to air anything that might blow up later. It helps the team dynamic so that we can play clearheaded and bonded. Our bodies are relaxed and loose while our minds are focused and happy, otherwise it might distract us from our game.

The morning passes quickly. There are a few issues that we need to work out, mostly girls coming between teammates, but after the workout, they were able to come up with a solution and hug it out. Taylor. Of course, was trying to hand out idiotic ideas about sharing, but luckily, no one listens to him. I often find myself wondering if he just likes to come across as dim-witted or really is that dumb. Getting in our pads and uniforms, the team is talking quietly. It is almost time for us to get on the field, just waiting for coach to come in and give us our pre-game pep talk. As we start walking to the end of tunnel, Coach Turner is already waiting.

“Alright boys, today’s gonna be a tough one. We are going against GMU who are currently ranked second. But guess who is ranked first? That’s right, you guys are. And you don’t get there by playing it safe. I wanna see you guys throw the ball far, catch it every time, and knock down anyone that gets in our way! Show them why you are the best team in the division! Let’s go kick some ass!”

We all start cheering and clapping our hands. Our fight song starts, and it is only hyping us up more. We are screaming and jumping around, pushing each other to energized. As captain, it is my job to run through the tunnel first and break the banner that the cheerleaders are holding. The marching band reaches the peak of our song, and I begin the run with the rest of the team following. I break the banner, run onto the field, and do a little show for the crowd to help pump them up.

Looking around, our side of the stands is full to the brim. I do not see any holes in the seats. I spot LeeAnne and Parker sitting close to the field, probably to see Trey better. Lee is wearing her usual Cats jersey with Trey’s name on the back. I look over at Parker and she is also wearing a Cats jersey, looking way too sexy in it. It’s not until she turns to say something to LeeAnne that I can see she is wearing my jersey. Holy f**k! The only thing going through my mind right now is what she would look like wearing my jersey while I f**k her from behind. Man, now I need a cold shower. One of the assistant coaches grabs me to start warming up my throwing arm, effectively taking my mind off all the things I want to do to Parker’s body.

With the game starting, Carter and I head towards the 50-yard line for the coin toss. We choose heads and win the toss, choosing to receive the ball first. Wyatt, a receiver on special teams catches the ball and is able to rush down the field for 30 yards. We are off to a promising start. The game is a battle. Each team is able to gain yardage each down but has trouble making it to the endzone. Carter took the ball into the endzone a couple of times, while I ran it in once. Trey’s amazing leg kicked the ball for three field goals. Unfortunately, every time we score a goal, GMU also scores a goal. Both sides are also taking beatings from each other’s defense, both teams out for blood. It is finally halftime and the score is 23-20. My body is screaming with all the hits that I have taken, sure to bruise later. I didn’t want to sit and allow my muscles to lock, so I started pacing around the locker room.

Coach came back in and was just silent. The score is way to close, and we are playing our hardest. He reviews some of the passes that we let through and advice on plays that we should run during the second half. The mood was a little subdued for me, so I decided it was time to hype everyone up.

“What? Are you guys tired? Last time I checked, we only finished half of the game. Are you ready to be done? I can promise you this, GMU isn’t ready to just give up. They are gunning for our number one seat. They are too close to victory to not be tasting it right now. Are we going to let them just take it from us without a fight?”

“No,” the team yells.

“Are we going to let them beat us in our own house? In front of our people?”

“Hell, no,” they yell back even louder.

“Then let’s get out there and show them what Bobcats are made of!”

The team is now hootin’ and hollerin’ with a renewed sense of energy. Running back onto the field, the cheers from our sidelines are deafening. Looking up into the stands, I search out Parker again. Her and LeeAnne are standing up, waving small pompoms and dancing around. I point them out to Trey, and he just laughs at them.

The second half goes similar to the first. Trey kicks off first and lands the ball behind their endzone, causing them to start from the bottom of the field. Our defense does a great job of not letting them pass, even getting a couple of sacks on their quarterback. Their defense is still pummeling us though, causing me even more bruising. Carter and I are able to run the ball in a few more times. The final score is 40-26. What an awesome win! I feel like I am playing exceptionally well to show off for my girl.

We were back in the locker room, high fiving each other and snapping towels.

“Everyone ready for a party?” Carter whoops.

“Hell yeah!” Taylor answers.

We had already planned this party, win or lose, so everything was all set. We bought the alcohol and drinks earlier in the week, and some of the girlfriends were putting together the food. They even went right after the game to decorate the house and set up the food and bar area.

Before we could go home, we have to shower and retire to the projector room. It was here that we watch game tapes and debrief after games. The seats are your everyday folding chairs, so hard and uncomfortable. The projector screen is larger but sometimes the video can be blurry. Normally, I do not mind watching the film right after a game, but this time, I still have all the adrenaline rushing through my veins and am having a hard time sitting still. Coach keeps giving me death glares whenever I fidget in my seat. We discuss some of my throws being off target and how some calls were confused. Coach points out how well the defense was able to find holes and get through to the quarterback.

Finally, the film ends, and we finish our discussion. We leave the projector room and head back to the house, finding the party in full swing. The music is loud, and bodies are strewn all over the yard and inside the house. It is October in Montana, so the temperature is a little chilly outside but livable if you wanted to hang out. We also had a firepit in the backyard that was lit. Trey broke off first to go find LeeAnne. Carter and I made our way into the kitchen to get a couple of beers. Even though we are celebrating a win, most of the team will not get drunk. No practice tomorrow, but time spent in the weight room, and trust me, you do not want to have to lift hundreds of pounds with a massive hangover.

After getting our beers, we meet up with some of the other guys in the living room, just standing around, watching over the partygoers. We as a team do not like to get into trouble, so we make sure our parties are drama and fight free. I, especially, like to people watch. Drunk people, especially college students, do some stupid s**t. It can be so hilarious. I see Rhonda out on the makeshift dance floor, grinding her ass on Taylor’s c**k, surrounded by her cheer squad. She keeps staring at me and becomes creepy fast. Feeling uncomfortable, I move a little bit over so that she is not in my line of sight and move my attentions to other people. I know that if I continue to watch her, she will get the wrong idea and want to come over and flirt. Most of the people here look like they are having a good time; some are dancing, while others are just standing around talking like us. A few are in dark corners making out.

Needing a new beer, I head back toward the kitchen. As I pass a darkened hallway leading to the laundry room, I hear raised voices. Pausing by the entryway to make sure that a fight does not break out, I recognize the two angry voices, so I stand around and eavesdrop just in case I am needed.

“Let me go,” Parker hisses quietly, trying not to gain attention from anyone else.

“What the hell do you think that you are doing?” Jonas demands a little louder. I can see that as he speaks, he is gripping Parker’s wrist so tightly, his knuckles look ghostly in the dark hall.

“Not that it is any of your business, but what the f**k are you talking about?” Parker demands back, unsuccessfully pulling her wrist away.

Jonas gnashes his teeth together, “Don’t play stupid. First, you go to the dance with that d**k, and don’t think that I didn’t see you almost kiss him. Then, you show up at the football game wearing his jersey. Now, you show up at his party dressed as a f*****g w***e looking for attention. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my teammates and friends? My friends are going to think that I cannot control you.” Taking a breath, he continues, “Now, I am going to tell you how the rest of the night is going to go. You ready or do you need to take notes to remember? We will stay for a little while so that everyone can see us together. You are going to smile and laugh as if the world hangs on me. Then we are going back to my house so that you can suck me off to show how sorry you are for f*****g every athlete in sight.”

I bristle at both the words coming out of his mouth as well as the tone he is using. As his rant continues, the tenor of his voice became more aggressive and belligerent. I am angry and worried on Parker’s behalf. I was about to intercede and beat the s**t out of him, when Parker spoke up to defend herself.

“First off, you can go suck yourself off. I don’t want that disease-riddled, shriveled up thing you call a c**k anywhere near any part of my body. What I do and with who is none of your f*****g business. Contrary to what you believe, we are not together anymore, and I will shout it from the rooftops so that everyone will hear me. If you really need someone to hang off your every word, I saw Barbie grinding against some hockey player. I know how much she loves your d**k. Tells me enough about it.”

Trying not to laugh, I hear Jonas take a disgruntled breath and Parker a shaky one. I can see the way his hand tightens around her wrist. She is going to have bruises there.

“You stupid cunt…” Jonas says louder.

Deciding it was time to step in, “Jonas enough. Parker has made her feeling perfectly clear. Now it’s time to leave her alone.”

“Of course you’re here to defend her,” he says bitingly.

“Yes, I am, so you can either f**k off on your own, or I can make you f**k off.”

He let go of Parker so forcefully she needed to take a step back. Stomping down the hall in my direction, Jonas stopped right in front of me, gave me a nasty look, and pushed past me using his shoulder to shove me into the wall. His little display of dominance was pathetic. My eyes followed him until he was out of sight, then brought them back to Parker. She looked up at me in sadness and embarrassment, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Cupping her face in my hands, I turn her head to look me in the eyes and ask, “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” It was a stupid question, of course he hurt her, but I needed to know to what extent.

Answering with a hoarse voice from holding in her emotions, “I’m alright. He only grabbed my wrist a little too tightly. I am sure that it will bruise but it is not injured further. Thanks for stepping in, I couldn’t get him to let go.”

I could still see the tears in her eyes. Knowing that she would not want anyone to see her vulnerable, I threaded my fingers through hers and pulled her gently up to my room. I wanted her to have the opportunity to break down in private. Plus, I wanted to check her wrist and make sure that dickwad really didn’t sprain it or anything worse. I brought her through the door, closing it gently behind us. Parker let go of my hand, exploring my room. It felt really good to have her here.

As Parker walked around looking at my stuff, I watched her. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head once I saw what she was wearing. She had on a short, black lacy dress. It had such thin straps that I was surprised it was holding up the dress and clung to her body, displaying all her luscious curves. If she stepped into the light in just a way, I swore you could see through the dress.

I walked up to her, halting her steps. This is the opportunity I have been waiting for. Gently cupping her face, I angle it as I slowly bring my lips down to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It was sweet and tender to start but as she kissed me back, I lost control and wanted to dominate her. The emotions swirling around the room were quickly becoming intense. Parker ran her hands under my shirt, feeling all my muscles, causing shivers to wrack my body in pleasure. Wherever she touched, warmth flooded through me. I licked the seam of her mouth getting her to open for me. Our tongues tangled and fought for dominance. My hands moved from her face to the straps on her shoulders, slowly pulling them down. I broke from her lips and started to kiss down her jaw and neck, all the way to her collarbone. The taste of her skin was addictive, sweet like sugar and vanilla. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if other spots on her body are just as sweet. Parker’s breathing is getting heavy. Her soft moans are making me harder and harder. If we continue, I am going to blow my load before we really get started. Her hands go to the back of my neck and start pulling my hair. Now I am the one moaning. I go back to kissing her lips as I pull the straps even lower, freeing her breasts. God, she is not wearing a bra! This girl will be the death of me. My hunger for her is getting more crazed, close to losing all control.

We were so focused on each other that we never heard the door open. Suddenly, Parker is ripped from my arms, crying out as she lands on the floor. Everything happens so quickly that my vision is blurred and cannot tell what happened. When my senses return, I see Rhonda now in front of me, right where Parker was standing moments ago. She is trying to grab my face and leaning in as if to kiss me. Before she can get her hands on me, I grab her wrists and push her away from me. Bending down to check on Parker, I grab her hand and elbow to aid her to her feet. She appears to be okay, just startled at the turn of events. As we stand up, I help to pull her straps back to her shoulders and fix her dress.

Looking at Rhonda in disgust, I ask, “What the f**k do you think you are doing?”