Chris headed back to his dorm after practice. He gathered some clothes and got in the shower. He thought about the adventure Robyn had taken him on the night before. The emotions he felt, the argument, the passion, the sex. He loved it. He'd never experienced that with another female. Of course, the female would yell at him, like Robyn did. And shed kiss him... Like Robyn did.. And shed hold him at night... Like Robyn did.. But this was the first time he'd felt like.. Arguing back.. Or kissing her back.. Or holding her back.He was In love. Did it scare him? By the looks of it yes, but for some reason he didn't care that it scared him, because he wanted it to. He thought about her looks and her perfect body as his hands ran the suds down the front of his stomach stopping right before he got to his.. You know.. Which was standing at full attention with the thought of Robyn. He started to think about that forehead and how when he'd see her after class he'd place four kisses on it just to remind her that it wasn't a five head. His hand found its way to what it was looking for and he grabbed it firmly. He thought about her eyes and how they really looked like kiwis and how she'd reel him in with them and how seductive the looked when they'd have sex. He stroked slowly at the thought of him moving over behind her ear and how she smelled like some sort of exotic flower and how he'd run his fingers through her hair and how she would get mad at him always pulling on her weave like she was some foreign bitch and how there were tracks in there that did not need to be felt. He smiled as his head dropped back as he started to pump a little harder. He moved down to her lips, which had the perfect v-cut in the top and tasted of the sweetest fruit. He licked his lips and gripped himself harder. He thought about her boobs and how small but perky and exciting they were and how much of a bad gal she was for getting them pierced even though she knew her mom wouldn't have it. He thought about how sweet they tasted how they felt on his wet tongue. He let out a short moan and a few grunts. He thought about her abs and how good of a body she had from being an athlete. He moved down to her hips and imagined himself placing kisses around her hipline and how she jerked every time and he'd flick his tongue out unexpectedly. He imagined her long legs and how he'd kiss around her thighs before he out his tongue on her hot wet flesh. He imagined her hands in his hair and the way she moaned his name. In return he pumped his arm harder and moaned her name. "Damn, Robyn." He imagined him sliding in and out of her an mimicked the motion with his bare hand. He felt him self coming and released him self down the drain. He leaned back on the cold tile. He looked down at the drain. "Bye kiddos." He said as the water rinsed him down the drain. He grabbed the washcloth and began to do what he came in there to do in the first place. -- Chris came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. He was still slightly erected. He pulled out his phone to call Robyn, because his separation anxiety wouldn't let him be away from her for more than 2 hours. He saw a missed call from his mother. He'd usually talk or text his mother everyday, but he hadn't been doing that lately and he was almost certain she was a worried mess. He couldn't wait to tell her about Kiwi. Great move Chris, get ya dick wet then call moms. He said to himself. The phone rang as he dialed the number back. He waited and waited, almost hanging up before he heard is mothers soft and comforting voice on the other end. "Hello?" The sweet voice said. "Hey mama, how-how are you?" "Chris I'm so glad to finally hear from you! Took you long enough to figure out I was worried!" "I'm sorry mama, a lots been going on and my mind has been going crazy. I guess it just slipped my mind." Slipped. Not the word to use when you wanna slip your hand under the towel. "We'll do you wanna tell me about it or just keep it all bottled up." "Well, dad is here.." "Anything else?" "He's really getting on my nerves. I don't know, what to do. Cause he's my pops. I can't hate him you know? But he wants me to be like him so bad and I can't do that, I promised you I wouldn't." "Wait Chris, last time I talked to you, you were acting just like your father, something happened?" "I um- I met this girl.." "Mhm." "And she's so gorgeous, and she has a great heart and she runs track and she's hilarious and..." The thoughts of his shower came back. He placed his hand on his dick over the towel. "And what?" Someone knocked on his door. "Hold on mama, someone is at the door." Robyn was at the door. He motioned her in and they sat on the couch. Robyn looked at his body, fresh and smelling good. He continued his conversation with his mother. Robyn climbed on top of him sitting in his lap. That didn't help him one bit. She kissed the side of his neck. She heard a woman's voice and mouthed 'Who is that?' 'My mama.' He mouthed as she nibbled on his ear. Robyn rolled off of his lap and covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. 'My bad.' "I'll call you back in a minute mama, I have company. I love you." He hung up the phone after she said her goodbyes. "Comes sit on my lap again." He said as he pulled her arm. "You better be realllllly happy to see me." She said looking at the large bulge in his towel. "Shit happens." He kissed her neck like he had envisioned in the shower. "Mhmm, well I'm happy to see you. If I would've known you'd be looking like this I would've come just for you." "You didn't?" "Nah, you left your wallet at my house." "You sure that's not just an excuse?" "It might be, but ill never tell you that." "You'll tell me." "I won't." "Give me a kiss." She forced her tongue to fondle with his and they made out for a few minutes. His hand was under her shirt and his towel was laying on the sofa. "Mhmm, don't you have a game?" "Fuck that." She giggled. "Nooooo, you got state, c'mon." She said chasing his hand out of her bra. "Nah, this is good luck. C'mon." "So you do this every time you have a game or you just talking." "Nah." He said kissing her neck. "Coach tells us not to, cause it breaks our focus and sexual tension is still high..but one time won't hurt." "Yes it will, how you gonna throw a ball if all you thinking about is how good you hit?" "Ughhhhh.. You damn goody two shoes." He said finally removing his hands from her body so she could get up. "Win me a fucking game and we'll see who's good." "So what you saying is--" "What I'm saying is, do right on the field, and you'll get done right." "And if we lose?" "I'll make you feel better." She smirked as she placed his wallet on the table and left. "Bye." She said switching her hips side to side making his mind go crazy. -- Chris met Mike on the sidelines. "Makeup sex—wow. Best night of my life." But it was more than hot sex; it was being with Robyn that had made it the best. Mike laughed. "You've never had makeup sex before?" "I've never made up with anyone before." "Hopeless." "I saw Mel this morning. She was... pleasant. What did you do to her?" A hint of a smile touched Mikes lips. "That's my little secret." "Ah, shit." Mike changed the subject. "Pay up. I saw your dad in the stands." "Damn it." Mike scanned the bleachers for Mel and Robyn. "Uh-oh." "What?" "Yo, pops has a thick bitch with long weave with him." Chris followed Mikes gaze. "A new hoe? I would've heard about that." Clinton spotted them, nudged the girl, and pointed to Chris. She beamed and waved at him, blowing him a kiss. "I think this one's meant to be your hoe nigga." "You got to be kidding me. I hope Robyn didn't see that." Chris found Robyn and Mel sitting dangerously close to his dad and the girl. "Don't worry. Mel got you." Chris took his eyes from the frightening scene in the bleachers and looked at Mike. "Seriously? How did you do that?" "I'm very persuasive." Chris laughed. "I'm glad you finally started listening to me for a change." He waved to Kiwi, then forced himself to focus on the game. The opening minutes started with typical Chris style—throwing a forty-six-yard touchdown pass to Greg on the very first play. "Show off," Mike said. Chris laughed. "The next one's yours." State scored on their first possession, but Chris led the Chief's offense right back down the field to the three yard line, where Mike plowed through State's formidable defense to put his team ahead. The lead changed with every possession, and at halftime, the score was tied. -- "This is so nerve-wracking," Robyn said. Mel's eyes were glued to the field. She was busy trying not to bite her fingernails. "I never understood why everyone at this school worshipped Chris, but he's actually a pretty good quarterback." "Pretty good?" "Oh, all right, he's fucking amazing," Mel admitted. "But don't tell him I said that. It'll go to his head." "Too late. He already thinks he's God's gift to football... and women." "Hold it together, Chris!" Clinton stood and clapped as the Chiefs ran back on the field. "That's His father." Robyn nodded toward him, three rows down and five seats to their right. "Oh yeah. I can see where he gets his good looks." "He doesn't have half Chris' charm. He's a jerk." Robyn's shuddered. "Chris aint no saint, but this guy...." "Mike told me about him." "What else did he tell you?" Whatever Mel might have said was drowned out by the erupting crowd. The Chiefs had just kicked off to start the second half. State got the ball and the lead first. Chris threw a beautiful touchdown pass on the next drive, but a holding penalty called it back, and they had to settle for a field goal. Chris got hit hard and often during the third quarter, but he picked himself up every time, walking off the pain. "How's that knee?" Mike asked. "Hurts like hell." Chris gritted his teeth. "Don't tell Coach." "Give me the ball. I'll take the hits for a while." Chris knew Mike could take the punishment. "Sounds good to me." Mike ran most of the plays during the fourth quarter, taking time off the clock. They held on to a slim lead, but in the final seconds, State scored another touchdown. The Chiefs returned the kickoff past midfield, but now only four seconds remained. Chris stared at the scoreboard—five points behind and twelve yards to go. There was only enough time for one more play, and Chris knew what it had to be. He signaled Coach and the older man nodded. Chris joined the team in the huddle. "A field goal won't cut it. We need a touchdown. I want everyone who can catch to get in the end zone. I'll throw to anyone who's open." Chris took the snap and dropped back, scanning the end zone for an open man. Mike... no. Aaron... no. Rashad... no. Greg... yes! Chris threw the ball with perfect accuracy but too much force. It bounced out of Greg's hands and hit the ground as time ran out. Chris sank to his knees and pulled off his helmet, hanging his head. The crowd groaned, and somewhere out of the corner of his eye, Chris saw his father shake his head. Mike trotted down the field and put his hands on Chris shoulders. "You did your best. We can't ask for anything more." Mike helped him up as the rest of the team surrounded them. "I should've had that one, man." Greg shook his head. "I'm sorry." "No," Chris said. "I knew I'd thrown it too hard as soon as it left my hand. You're lucky I didn't take your head off." They walked to the sidelines where their fans stood cheering and clapping. All their fans except Chris' father. Robyn ran to Chris and threw her arms around him. "You were amazing. I'm sorry it ended like that." He pulled her close. Holding her had never felt so good, and somehow having her there made losing easier to bear. "I'm so glad you're here." "I'll always be here." "Robyn, I lo-" "What the hell did you think you were doing?" A loud voice belted across the field. 👀