Twice Tackled

by Madison Faye

  “No idea,” I grunted.

  We were done with practice, and we damn well knew it. Both of us just stood there, muscles clenched. A caveman inside me beat his chest as we watched this girl. And it wasn’t just that she was hot. I mean, she was gorgeous, but it was more than that. You could tell she was that kind of beautiful where she didn’t even know it — and that was a rare thing. On top of that, it was like there was something about her pulling at us.

  Like I was about to get yanked off my feet and dragged after her.

  I had to have her.

  It was this primal, raw thought, but it sat there like a hot coal in my head.

  I fucking needed this girl, like I’d never needed a woman ever before.

  Hell, we needed her.

  We HAD to have her.

  Chapter 3

  Kerri

  Running felt good, like it always did. With a head full of the heavy upperclassman coursework I’d taken on this semester, getting out and clearing my head felt good. Heck, I had more studying and cramming to do later that night.

  That said, my head wasn’t nearly as clear as I’d intended it to be after a run like that. In fact, it was downright crowded in there.

  But I wasn’t thinking about coursework, or the science journals I had to read later…

  I was thinking about the two crazy attractive men tossing the football around. I’d done every single thing in my power to ignore them while running.

  I’d failed, miserably. It felt like every five seconds, every ten paces I found myself turning my head, or darting a look to the side to watch them. It was enough to make me roll my eyes at myself — at how silly I was and how ridiculous it was for a girl like me to be interested in dumb jocks like that.

  It hadn’t stopped me though, not one bit.

  I was still thinking about those stupidly muscled arms, those hard chests and steely looks as I walked back to the gym locker rooms. Again, guys like Tucker and Russ weren’t at all the kind of guys I was into. They were crude, and sporty, and loud, and everything I was against. They hung out at fraternities, and had a legendary history with the cheer squad. Men like that should have been the embodiment of not interesting.

  …So why the hell was I so turned on just jogging past them?

  I shoved my running clothes into the locker, grabbing the silly towel my grandmother had sent me at school when she found out I was “a jogger now” — the one with my name stenciled across it as if I were still ten. Still, as silly as it was, I couldn’t ever deny the grin it gave me — a little reminder of home. I hugged the towel around my body as I padded barefoot to the showers at the back of the women’s changing room.

  Wow. The hot water felt incredible. I sighed under the spray, closing my eyes as the hot steam and water slowly melted the stress and the aches from my muscles. It was actually kind of fun being totally alone in the showers like that, with the gym so empty this late at night.

  I grinned, embarrassing myself, picturing Tucker Morgan and Russ Whitley again out on the field with those big shoulders, strong chests, and yummy biceps. I could feel a heat radiating out from between my legs, and my rosy nipples capping my full, round breasts began to pucker and stiffen under the shower spray. For a moment, I sorely wished the school had invested in partitioned showers, or that I’d waited until I got home to be naked and alone with my deliciously dirty thoughts of the two football jocks.

  It was tempting, as mortifying as it was. But as I felt my body slowly respond to my lusty mental thoughts of the hunky quarterback and the dreamy fullback, I could feel my fingers lingering on my body, teasing over my soft belly under the hot spray of the water.

  Stop that.

  I shook my head, grumbling to myself for being such a weirdo and a perv as I turned the water off and reached for my towel and headed back to my locker.

  I paused as I rounded the corner, freezing as I heard male voices.

  What?

  I looked around wildly , confused as I saw with my own eyes that I was alone. I tip-toed to the end of the stretch of lockers and peered around the corner.

  The far wall of the locker room, back behind the last row of lockers, had a tarp over it, along with a paper sign taped to it that read “caution, pipe reconstruction in progress.” As I moved curiously towards it, the voices grew louder, until right in front of the tarp, it almost sounded like the guy’s voice was right there in the room with me.

  I knew I should push this whole silliness behind me, as well as inappropriate thoughts about guys I wasn’t even interested in. That’s where I should have just gone back to my dorm and started studying.

  Except curiosity got the better of me.

  I peeled back an edge of the tarp and peered through.

  The wall was missing behind it; literally, there was just an opening where the construction crew had removed a whole wall of bricks, presumably to get to the old pipes back there. But what was even crazier was that beyond the hole in the wall on my side, there was just another tarp.

  Suddenly, I realized what the voices were; they were guys from the men’s locker room, just on the other side of the tarp. I felt an electric, illicit thrill run through me as I realized that I was practically naked, and that the only thing between me and a what clearly sounded like guys changing in their locker room was simple tarp. I could hear water suddenly turn on, the sound of a shower spray hitting tiles, and then the voices again.

  “Seriously though, she’s gonna be a problem.”

  A second, slightly deeper voice responded. “Yeah, absolutely man. We need these late-night drills, and I’m not gonna get shit done if she’s out there bouncing around that track.”

  I paused; wait, did I know those voices?

  “Fuck would I love to tear those little shorts off her.”

  The second voice chuckled. “Jesus, man. I’d love to watch her bounce up and down my cock. But shit, she’s not that kind of girl. She’s not a cheer girl or some groupie type. Doubt she’s into football at all even. Doesn’t seem like the type.”

  “Nah, not at all. But I dunno man, I think she’s just shy.”

  My eyes went wide and I grinned to myself.

  Whoa.

  It was definitely Tucker and Russ in there, talking crudely about some girl. I could hear the water splashing, and I blushed realizing they were both definitely naked and probably washing off the sweat from their practice not fifteen feet from me. And with me in my towel, it also meant that I was pretty naked right there with them, but for the tarp between us.

  I looked at the blue plastic covering with a thrilling feeling creeping through my body. I could feel my pulse racing, my skin tingling with the dirty, totally out-of-character thoughts racing through my head. I rolled my eyes at myself, feeling the heat flush across my chest. But still, the temptation was so real. All it would take would be a small, tiny little peek through the edge of the tarp, and I’d get a look at what I know would drive any of the other girls with the cheer squad crazy — I’d be able to see Tucker and Russ naked.

  God, I felt like such a boy thinking like that, but I couldn’t help it! I nervously looked around the still totally deserted women’s locker room, feeling my pulse jump in my chest.

  Screw it. One little peek.

  Feeling the blood roar in my ears, I pulled back the tarp on my side, stepping gingerly past the brick rubble and into the dark space between the walls. My breath caught in my throat and my hands shook as I let the tarp fall closed behind me. I turned back to the tarp covering the men’s side. I could feel a hot, excited throb between my legs as my hand touched the edge of the tarp, and my nipples began to stiffen into points beneath my towel. Slowly, I curled my fingers around the edge, and as quietly as I could, I peeled it back an inch.

  I leaned forward, breathing heavily, and peered through.

  Chapter 4

  Kerri

  The first thing I did was gasp, and just about fall backwards from the sheer shock of it.

  There, not fifteen
feet away from my little peep-hole, Tucker and Russ stood absolutely naked, soaping chiseled hard bodies as the shower sprayed water down over them.

  My whole body temperature jumped as I bit my lip to stifle another gasp, my eyes going wide, drinking them in. Goodness, they were gorgeous while clothed; they were freaking Greek gods naked.

  Water and sudsy soap ran down over lined, hardened chest muscles and grooved washboard abs. I almost moaned as I watched the white soapy water slide down over the grooved lines of Tucker’s adonis belt hips and the trail of hair running from his navel down, to where his hands covered what lay between his legs.

  Suddenly, he brought his hands up, and I about moaned.

  His cock was enormous. And he obviously wasn’t hard or anything while taking a shower. But still, it hung there between his muscled thighs, thick and heavy looking as the soap ran over his shaft. Russ suddenly turned as well under his own shower head, and I bit my lip as his body came into view. Hard, rugged, and manly, and as his hands moved up to soap his shoulders, I got an eye-full of a second absolutely huge cock.

  I’d only had one boyfriend back in high school, and one summer of very awkward, somewhat uninspiring sexual encounters before I’d left for college. And I could say without question that Mike — the boy from home — was nothing like the two men standing hard and thick and mouthwateringly tempting in front of me.

  My eyes were wide as saucers as I stared, hidden behind my little tarp, just gawking at both of their incredible bodies and those beautiful cocks.

  Tucker reached down and cranked the hot water up, groaning as the steamy spray cascaded over his muscled form. I could feel my own body aching for him, aching for attention in general as I watched him. My nipples ached to be touched, and my pussy was positively dripping as I watched him run his soapy hands all up and down his muscled torso.

  “Shit though, man, that body.”

  Tucker’s voice jolted me out of my half-drooling stupor.

  “Jesus, dude, the things we’d do with her.”

  I blushed at his words.

  The things we’d do to her?

  It was a wicked, dirty thought, picturing both those men doing — well, I might not have been very experienced, but I had a pretty good idea what they meant by that. They were talking about both being with a girl at the same time — both doing “things” to her. I felt the heat bloom between my thighs at the thought — at how naughty and “bad” it was to imagine a scenario like that. Part of me felt scandalized at the thought of one girl shared between two impossibly attractive men like that. I mean it was so wrong. And yet….

  “Damn, those lips wrapped around my cock while you filled that tight pussy from behind?”

  I had to stifle a moan at Tucker’s words. For a second, the picture of them doing exactly what he’d just said flashed in my mind — visceral, and raw, and dirty.

  I pictured a girl, her ass up in the air while Russ’s muscled hands held her hips. He’d growl as he thrust forward, rocking her forward as he filled her with his shaft. She’d moan, but it’d be muffled, with her lips sealed around Tucker. His abs would ripple as he’d groan, his hands gripping her hair as he-

  I caught my breath, shivering at the image and feeling my pussy throb with heat. That image was so wrong and so raunchy, but I couldn’t deny how hot it got me.

  And then suddenly, I realized what the other confusing emotion welling up inside was.

  Envy.

  I was just plain envious of whichever girl they were talking about. Envious that they wanted her like that, and with two men like Russ and Tucker, that fantasy had a very real probability of coming true.

  “I’d want to bury my tongue in that pussy first. Bet she’s sweet as fucking pie.”

  Russ growled as his hands dipped down across his rippling abs. Suddenly, my eyes about popped out of their sockets as I saw him move those big soapy hands down to his cock. His large fingers circled the thick, hanging shaft, rubbing soap up and down the length of it. He moaned, quietly, as his hand stroked his soapy shaft, and my jaw began to drop as I realized he was slowly getting hard.

  “Wonder if she’s a virgin, man,” Tucker growled, and my eyes suddenly darted over to him doing the same thing.

  Holy cow.

  The two most popular, most attractive, most cocky and most sought-after guys on campus where standing not twenty feet from me — utterly naked, talking about sharing a girl at the same time, and stroking their huge cocks.

  I moaned, quickly biting my lip to silence myself as I watched the two of them close their eyes and groan audibly in the locker room. Russ’s grip tightened, and he began to stroke his hand sensually up and down the enormous shaft of his dick. It had to be as thick as my wrist, and it looked like even two of his hands could sit comfortably one on top of the other along his incredible length. And Tucker was the identical twin — both hands sliding up and down his thick shaft as they continued to murmur about what they’d do to this lucky girl.

  “Oh, fuck yeah Kerri.”

  I absolutely froze.

  Had Tucker just said my name?

  Heat flushed through my body as my eyes flew up to Tucker’s face, his eyes still closed as he stroked his thick, throbbing cock.

  “Mmm…just like that honey, just bend over for me.”

  Oh my God.

  “Yeah baby, suck that fat cock, Kerri.”

  Russ’s rumbling voice had my body quivering as the realization hit me,

  The girl they were talking about, who’d driven them wild on the practice field, who’d gotten them so hard, and who they wanted to share between them?

  That girl was me.

  There’s more than one Kerri out there, dummy, I thought quickly to myself. In fact, come to think of it, there was another Kerry — with a “y” — on the varsity cheer team. She was tall and gorgeous and belonged to the “popular” sorority, and I felt a stab inside, knowing they were probably thinking of her.

  Just the same, the scene in front of me was hot, and I could still feel my body aching for release, aching to be touched.

  “Mmm. Yeah Kerri, take that big dick baby.”

  My cheeks blushing bright red, I slowly let my hand creep under the hem of the towel wrapped haphazardly around my body. I groaned quietly as my fingers slid across my dripping wet slit, teasing along my lips.

  God that felt good.

  My eyes were glued to the both of them, slowly fisting their big cocks, muscles rippling under the hot shower spray as I slowly slid one of my fingers into my folds and pushed it deep inside of me. I moaned and bit my lip even harder as I slid a second one to curl inside of me.

  I began to try and match both their strokes, hanging on every gasp and every growling moan from their lips as I fingered my pussy in time to Tucker and Russ’s hands moving up a down their cocks. I could feel the towel start to slip off my body, but I didn’t even care as I let my other hand drop from its grip on the brick wall beside me to reach inside my towel and play with one of my aching nipples.

  I could feel myself getting closer, the rush of naughtiness from spying on them jerking off in the showers while I played with myself pushed me towards the edge. The towel fell, but I was heedless of it as I gasped, feeling the heat blossom out, and my body begin to clutch.

  The showers suddenly shut off.

  “Fuck, man, what are we doing?”

  My heart caught in my throat, my approaching climax derailed in an instant.

  Tucker swore under his breath. “You’re right, we’re being fucking ridiculous.”

  “Can’t be helped, dude,” Russ muttered, leaning against the wall of the shower with this cock still sticking straight out.

  “I know, man, I know.” Tucker suddenly reached for a towel. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  The both suddenly began to stride right towards the tarp!

  Part of me knew they were just going for their lockers, but the fear took over as I suddenly found myself whirling and dashing from my hidin
g place back into the women’s locker room. I dashed back to my locker, hastily changing into my clothes before grabbing my bag and running the whole way back to my dorm room.

  My heart was still beating a mile a minute as I crashed inside, gasping in the silence of my room. Ash was out, which was a good thing, because I knew there was no controlling myself at that point. I practically tore my jeans off, leaving them tangled around my ankles as I collapsed onto my bed. My fingers found my slit still dripping wet, and I moaned loudly as I began to tease my clit again.

  All I could imagine were those hot, chiseled bodies, those thick, beautiful cocks, and the dirtiest, naughtiest words I’d ever heard.

  All about me.

  And in my head, I was doing all the wicked things they’d been talking about. In my head, I was submitting myself to them, and willingly let them both take my and drive me to places I’d never felt before.

  I came screaming into my pillow, my fingers buried in my slit as I imagined Tucker Morgan and Russ Whitley claiming me as their own.

  But it was just a fantasy.

  …Right?

  Chapter 5

  Russ

  Fuck that felt good.

  Back in my room in the off-campus condo I shared with Tuck, I groaned as I squeezed the last drops of cum from my throbbing cock. What’d started in the showers was almost like something I couldn’t even fucking control — something like a drug that took hold the second I thought of her.

  She was in deep — hooked in like nothing I’d ever felt before. She was literally all I could think about, all I could lust over and want. And I knew Tuck felt the same damn way. It’d hit both of us in the showers before we even knew how to process it.

  And no, we weren’t like that. I mean, I liked sharing girls with my best friend, but it’s not like we swung that way. I mean shit, with the amount of times my dick had been one hole away from Tuck’s? Nah, we were just closer than brothers, nothin’ like that.