Finding relationships is easy... Keeping them is the real game.
That's what I'm learning in my first one. It's not easy. Our rival schools are an hour apart, my best friend's turning secretive, my parents are controlling, and my brother's still an a...
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I woke up every morning this week with a huge grin and morning wood so hard that my leaking tip poked out of my underwear's waistband. Picturing my beautiful girlfriend tense with desire brought the morning shower satisfaction I needed, but my body's reactions were undeniable—they were only going to get worse.
I peeled off my sweaty practice gear, redressed, and ran a hand over my hair to control the strays. The three-quarters on top into a fade around my ears felt better in my helmet, but I paused at my flushed appearance in the bathroom mirror.
Just the feel of Ellie's fingers rubbing through my hair turned me on. They felt like a personal head massage. My cock twitched at the idea of her hands elsewhere, but fortunately, a message interrupted my thoughts.
Josh: See you in 30.
Ellie worked extra hours tonight, so I chose an extra dose of personal punishment. Normally, I hated mid-week workouts because Mase punished me more than during my weekend recoveries, but today Josh and Brody joined me.
"Misery loves company," I muttered, flung my bag over my shoulder, and paused at the top of the steps.
No burning smell. Good, Mom hadn't cooked dinner yet.
"Hey," I greeted her in the kitchen, where she sat at the table with fortunately just a bowl of cereal. Weird dinner, but I needed a snack. She pushed the box towards me, some high-fiber, oatmeal cereal, but it was better than nothing, so I grabbed a bowl, spoon, milk, and one of Ellie's smoothies.
I sat, and Ma shoved a pile of opened envelopes at me. "Mail."
"Already open?" I poured milk into my cereal because only weirdos like Brody put the milk first, and shook my head. "Couldn't resist, huh?"
"I can't help myself with the acceptance letters." Her eyes beamed as bright as her smile, creasing lines in the corners of her mouth and eyes. "Congratulations again, although MIT was a no."
"Thanks." I sifted through the envelopes. All acceptances except for MIT as this snoop had already spoiled. The UW one sitting on top couldn't be a coincidence. "MIT was a longshot anyways."
"The Washington recruiter called yesterday." Her voice was full of pride, and she eyed its envelope. "Said it was a pleasure meeting with you, and they want to arrange a trip up there."
My eyes shot up. "Yeah? Do you think I should?"
"He was very... persuasive about their QB development program. Wouldn't hurt to check it out. He said he'd fly us up and pay our hotel for the weekend."
"What about Ellie?"
Her disappointment still put an ache in my chest. She took as many AP classes as I did, her GPA and SAT reading scores were higher than mine, and her writing skills were better. What the hell was wrong with those schools?
