Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 18

Manning and Beckham went on to take the Giants on a three-game winning streak, both being key players in all three games.

Week three the Washington Redskins suffered a 32-21 loss Thursday night to Odell's 30-yard touchdown catch. The Giants dominated most of the action against the injury-plagued Redskins. Odell and Manning's high energy easily set the mood for the game as well as the rest of the week.

"We finish. Simple as that. Manning starts it, I finish it." Odell said looking up at reports.

"Players need the reinforcement that comes with closing out the game with a win." coach Coughlin said. Since week one the Giants suffered from frustrations of not being able to finish a game, Odell and Manning's frustrations alone seemed to put a dark cloud over the team.

By time week four-hit Odell and Manning were on a roll, taking the Buffalo Bills down with 24-10 win. Though Odell ended up being fined for punching Bill's player after being sidelined on a first down in the 3rd quarter, a cheap shot that Odell didn't take kindly too, he regained his composure to finish out the game.

Giants fans filled the MetLife Stadium for week five for America's favorite past time. Sunday Night Football. This time taking on Kaepernick and the 49ers. Beckham's speed and footwork was way too much for the 49ers to handle. He set up New York's first touchdown by using his elusiveness for a 31-yard reception straight down the middle of the field. 49ers had seemed to leave Odell wide open and untouched. His 15-yard catch led to a 17-yard score which he spun neatly off of a defender and sped down the left sideline.

That touchdown would be his last reception for the first half after leaving the field due to his hamstring bothering him, something that has plagued his short pro career. Manning did the best he could for the 3rd quarter without his key player.

Odell pulled his helmet from his head in frustration and walked into the tunnel. Massy pacing behind him. He laid face down on the ground, not wanting to go all the way into the facility, Massy bent down and began pressing her thumbs into the back of his thigh working out the cramp he was suffering from.

"f**k!" His eyes closed as she hit a tense spot. "Right there!" He growled through clenched teeth.

"Rollover." She demanded, his whole uniform dirty from rolling and sliding across the field.

She grabbed his leg, bending it at the knee, she leaned into it, little by little putting more of her weight onto his leg as she pressed it into his chest. Massy continued stretching him out for the whole 3rd quarter, Every few minutes Leigh ran back into the tunnel checking on him to give Coughlin and Manning updates. By the 4th quarter, Odell was back on the field to finish the game with seven catches adding 121 yards to his stats, and closing out a 30-27 victory over the 49ers.

That was a funny thing about s*x between Man and Women. Odell. Man. Being able to take that intimate act of high emotions and reckless hormones and go one a three-game winning streak, racking up more and more yards, touchdowns, and catches to his two-year career. Seeming to get better and better with every play. It was like an episode of DragonBall Z, the boy turned into Goku and leveled up every quarter. Unstoppable.

Massy. Woman. Taking that intimate act of high emotions and reckless hormones, and turn into a hot mess. One minute she'd act normal around him, then realize who he was and what happened. Every time he'd playfully touch her she'd cringe up. Reminiscing about how good he felt, wanting his touch, then not wanting his touch. She hit menopause at 22 years old. Hot flashes, sweating, randomly itching. The only way she felt some type of normalcy was when she'd workout and train, but even that wasn't enough.

"Why you fidgety?" He asked frowning at her.

Massy bit down on her middle fingernail. "I'm hot." She scratched her forehead. "And hungry." She pulled on her shirt collar then slid her hand in her shirt to scratch her shoulder. She turned to look at him. "Why are you sitting so close!?" She asked eagerly scratching the corner of her nose.

Odell looked down at the couch then back up at Massy. He frowned. "Ace, it's a whole couch cushion in between us." He said calmly but confused.

Massy frowned looking down at the cushion, she scooted further away from him and rested on the armrest, trying to get herself under control. He leaned forward on the couch, his legs spread shoulder length apart, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched Sports highlights of other football games, Massy watched him out the corner of her eye, the musicals on his body randomly twitching here and there, every once in a while he'd flex his fingers, spreading them all the way out then making a fist, cracking his toes that were covered by black ankle socks. His shirtless back and shoulders flexing.

Odell switched his position and leaned back on the couch, his legs spread wide open, the waistband of his basketball shorts sat right under his V-Cut, his chest flexed when he reached back and began twisting his hair, his abs seemed to be more toned than she had ever seen.

"Why are you moving so much!? Be still!" She barked at him, scratching her thigh.

Even though he wasn't moving at all, Massy's hormones were shot, every twitch, inhale, exhale, jaw clench, muscle bulge turned her on, making her body hot, her stomach tingling. There was nothing more that she wanted to do then to have him back inside of her.

Odell turned his head looking at her wide-eyed and confused. "Huh!?" He simply said. "You sure you good?" He asked again genuinely sounding concerned. "You want some cereal or something?" His face twisted up.

"Cereal actually sounds really good right now" she said looking into space scratching her hand. Her words seemed to run altogether. "But, no, I'm fine. Just stop moving."

"I'm not moving." He said, his jaw randomly clenched, not out of frustration, but it was just random.

"THAT! Don't do THAT!" She yelled pointing at his face.

Odell was completely unaware of what was wrong with her, his eyes showed nothing more or less than confusion.

"Come here." he said, a devilish smile on his face. He swiftly placed himself on top of her in between her legs, his arms placed firmly on the back of the couch on either side of her head. He pressed his lips to hers.

Massy tried her best to stop, the kiss deepened as he slid his tongue in her mouth, his hand sliding down to her stomach he tugged on the front of her leggings. Once she felt his hand sliding inside her pants, she snapped back to reality.

"Wait wait, no, wait." She said in between kissing, pushing against his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his face still inches from hers.

Massy paused for a moment. "I'm on my period." She lied. It was the perfect excuse.

Odell's face frowned, his lips turned down, "Yikes" Was all he said as he slid from her back to his regular position across the couch. "That's what's wrong with you." He said mumbling, assuming that was really what was wrong with her.

The last thing Massy wanted was for s*x to ruin her friendship with Odell, she didn't want to become a s*x buddy to him and she didn't think a real relationship would work between the two of them due to their career path and age definitely being a factor. She began to regret having s*x with him while at the same time thinking of how bad she wanted to have s*x with him again.