Big Bad Twins

by Tia Siren

  I decided to make a quick stop back at my room before we went to campus so that I could change. He didn’t seem to mind waiting outside for me for a few minutes. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I felt like at least trying to be a little more attractive.

  He liked the change as I walked out to the front.

  “You have the finest legs I have ever seen,” he noted.

  I felt flattered; I did like to show them off when I could manage to do so.

  I lead him along the walkways, and we continued to talk, and he revealed a few things that I was surprised to hear.

  His dad was a military man, and he was incredibly strict at all time. His mother was young and ended up running out on him at a young age; he barely knew her. Even so, he instilled as many of his values as he could into Hollis; including being a gentleman to a lady when the need arose.

  He was more anxious than I thought, as well. There was always a lot riding on him, and he was worried about his future. He wanted to go professional, but he also just wanted to be a teacher.

  The walk ended too soon, as we had arrived at the ground floor of my favorite spot on campus.

  I pulled out a small key that only few people had, and opened the back stairwell as I had a thousand times before. Hollis looked a little confused but curious.

  At the top of the stairs, he looked out at the campus, as though he were its king. It was a satisfying feeling that I had, letting him see something so personal to me.

  “Were you watching me look for my phone the other day,” he asked.

  I nodded and giggled. He just smiled back and pulled me closer.

  “It’s great at sunset; you can see the sun peak over the science building, and it silhouettes the ground. I brought my camera up a few times and took some photographs, but they are just sitting in an album at home.”

  “I know you want to get good grades to get into a graduate school, but what do you want to do with your life after school,” he asked.

  I thought about it for the first time in a while. In reality, I didn’t know where I wanted to work or what I really wanted to do. I just knew that I wanted to have a solid education so I could do anything.

  “Maybe I’ll be a lawyer,” I said.

  “I don’t think you’d enjoy being a lawyer,” he replied.

  “How do you know? Maybe I have a hidden talent for objections and law.”

  He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was a jarring moment, like every synapse in my brain firing at once. It felt like passion.

  I pulled him in closer as our tongues begged for each other. I jokingly pushed him away for a brief moment. “I object,” I said.

  He laughed and pulled in close again for another kiss.

  I could feel his hands starting to wrap around my back, and I welcomed the touch. With every second he seemed to want more of me, and I wanted more of him.

  I stroked my hand along his side and felt his muscle ripple beneath his shirt. I hooked my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare chest.

  I traced my finger along his pecs and down through his abs. He did the same with my leg. I pulled him down on top of me.

  He tugged off my shirt and kissed me on the neck. His breath sent goosebumps down my spine, and each kiss turned me on more. I unclasped my bra and slid it over my arms.

  He paused for a second to take in the view. I didn’t have large breasts, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He kissed down my chest and nibbled on my nipple. Both nipples stood erect to the autumn wind.

  I unzipped his pants and worked his member from his jeans. He was sizeable and much bigger than I imagined. It almost made me worry.

  I stroked along his shaft before wrapping my mouth around it. He let out moans of pleasure as I did; I was barely able to fit it in my mouth, but even so I wanted more of it.

  His hand caressed my inner thigh and worked its way under my skirt. He pulled my panties aside and started to stroke along my clit. I could feel my muscles pulsing from his touch. He knew just where to rub, and I could feel waves of sensation jolt through me; starting to build up to something amazing.

  I paused and ripped his pants off. He seemed to like that, as he did the same to my skirt. My thin black panties were soaked through, and I think he could tell. But, he left them on as he positioned himself over the top of me.

  He stroked himself along my opening, wetting his throbbing manhood with my juices. Then I could feel it begin to slide in. He was gentle as he did so, inching himself inside slowly.

  I let out a moan but held my hand over my mouth. There were students still in the campus square downstairs that might hear us.

  He felt amazing as he filled me up, and held himself inside. I clenched my muscles, wanting him to stay inside for as long as possible.

  He then started to gyrate his hips, stirring me up, before slowly moving in and out. It was becoming too much for me to bear, and I could feel that sensation building up again.

  He continued to kiss my neck with his hand massaging my nipple. I dug my hands into the muscles in his back, begging and hungry for more.

  He started speeding up his stride, pumping into me over and over. I stopped being able to think as he continued, then the building suddenly stopped, and I felt tingles all over my skin.

  He kept pumping, and I could felt a release that hit every nerve in my body. Like a firework going off inside me. I did my best to cover my mouth, but I couldn’t even exhale or inhale; the sensation was so strong.

  I still covered my mouth. Then I felt a hot, warm sensation inside me, and I could tell he had gotten off, too.

  I was still in the pangs of ecstasy as he drew himself out of me. I felt so empty after he did so, and I wanted him back inside, but I couldn’t muster the energy to say anything.

  We just lay there, breathless and drenched in sweat. After a moment, I reached down and pulled off my useless panties and tossed them aside.

  “Objection overruled,” he said.

  7.

  He followed me back to my room, later that day. I invited him inside, but he said he had practice. I didn’t want him to miss out, but I also didn’t want him to leave.

  It was probably for the best, though. I had to work on my homework for my other classes that I had missed.

  The night dragged on, and I couldn’t take my mind off the early afternoon. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with Hollis, and in a place that I had kept so private up to this point, too. Still, it felt like a thousand thoughts going through my mind all at once. I wondered if we were dating, now, or if this was just a one-time thing to alleviate stress.

  I ended up closing all my books and going for a walk instead. Signs and banners were hung around the block, cheering on the football team. A few oversized images of Hollis’ face were plastered, along with his player number.

  Eventually, I returned home to sleep, and I slept more soundly than I had ever slept in my life.

  Waking up the next day almost felt like I was going to war. Today was the day that Hollis would be presenting in front of the class. I was nervous for him more than I was for myself.

  My heart continued to flutter until I saw Hollis in class. He nodded at me, then walked over and took his usual seat in the back. I felt a little rejection as he didn’t even come over and say hello.

  I was feeling anxious; this was probably a one night stand to relieve some stress, and I thought it might have been something more. I felt so stupid, now.

  Mr. Takahashi took his usual place in the front and began to speak.

  “We have a special presentation at the beginning of class today; Hollis will be exciting us with an experiment of his and his partners design using hydrogen.”

  Hollis walked to the front of the class quickly and gave his presentation. I was impressed at his ability to state the facts in a concise manner, and he showed how much he knew.

  “Ms. Reynolds seems to be a better teacher than I,” said Mr. Takahashi.

 
; I blushed and hid inside my book.

  “She really is,” Hollis added.

  I got a couple pats on the back from classmates nearby and was surprised by the attention.

  After class had finally ended, I was hoping I could get a moment alone with Hollis, but he marched out quickly and avoided my gaze altogether.

  I sighed deeply as I gathered my books.

  “You did a great job with him, Christine. How did you get through to that meathead?” asked the teacher.

  I pondered what I really did, and couldn’t really think of anything.

  “He’s smarter than he lets on,” I replied.

  He laughed and continued erasing the whiteboard.

  My phone vibrated, and I got a text message from Hollis’ number.

  “Come to the pep rally tonight,” was all it said. I responded and asked why, but never got a reply.

  I wanted nothing more than to just go for a run and forget everything that had happened the last couple days, but I was still extremely curious and needed to know.

  The campus stirred with activity as I followed the crowd towards the local stadium, it seemed everyone was wearing team colors, and I felt out of place.

  Hollis sidled up next to me as I walked, and he grabbed my arm, leading me down a side road where we could talk.

  “What’s going on, why haven’t you talked to me since yesterday?” I asked.

  “I get incredibly nervous, I don’t like to let anyone know, but I just seize up and can’t think of anything else.”

  I could understand where he was coming from. I’ve had to give presentations plenty of times and always ended up a ball of nerves before starting.

  “So Mister super star does get nervous,” I said.

  He let out a nervous laugh. “Christine, listen. I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. But, it’s the only thing I can think about.”

  I felt a little less nervous after he said so.

  “I really like you, and I’ve never wanted to be with anyone so much. I know that you’re much smarter than I am, and if you really just want to go back to being peers then I won’t try to force anything. But, after yesterday, I don’t think I can.”

  I reached out, grabbed his shoulders and pulled myself up for a kiss. “I’ve thought about the same thing, and I don’t want this to end,” I replied.

  His eyes started beaming with pride as he thought about it. He sighed and looked much less tense after hearing that, as did I.

  “Hollis, they’re looking for you,” shouted a voice from down the street, it was his coach from down the street.

  “Oh, it’s you, Ms. Reynolds,” he added.

  I nodded.

  “Come on, Hollis. We’re about to start.”

  Hollis turned back to me and leaned in for a kiss which I welcomed.

  “You know, I’m going to need people in my cheering section. I know it isn’t your thing, but-“

  “You didn’t have to ask,” I interjected, “I’ll always be in your cheering section.”

  He smiled and ran down the street towards the coach.

  I got a ‘B’ in athletics that year, and it didn’t bother me at all.

  *****

  THE END

  SPORTS Romance – The Coach’s Game

  ''Hi, coach,'' the girls said as they passed him on their way to cheerleader practice.

  ''Ladies,'' Sam said touching the peak of his cap.

  ''Coach, I'm free this evening,'' Cora said. Cora was one of the most beautiful cheerleaders at Westchester College, and she'd been trying to get Coach Warren to take her out for months. He was beginning to get fed up with it. At thirty-nine, he was almost twenty years older than her. For him it was clear. She was a student at college and he a sports coach, and it was unethical for him to take her out. Not that he didn't sometimes sit in his apartment and dream about the girls that cheered his football team on. But as far as he was concerned that's all it would ever be, a dream.

  He'd divorced five years earlier. He and his wife had decided it wasn't working and gone their separate ways. It had all been very amicable, but it had left him afraid of commitment. He'd had a couple of flings with female lecturers, but as soon as they'd begun talk of a future together, he'd cut them out of his life. He kept telling himself that he didn't need a wife because he was already married to football.

  ''Come on guys, what time do you call this?'' Sam said as his team began to idle onto the pitch for Friday evening practice. ''Three times around the pitch,'' he shouted. He hated tardiness, and they were going to pay for it.

  ''Do we have to, coach,'' William Mayes asked. He was the alpha male of the team He was the one that got all the women and all the attention.

  ''Mayes, if you don't get on with it, I'll bust your ass. Clear?''

  ''Yes coach,'' he said as he started to jog.

  When William got to the far side of the pitch, Sam heard Cora shouting at him. ''Hi William, fancy coming to my place after practice?''

  Sam's players respected him. He was hard but fair, and after the serious business was done, he enjoyed a joke as much as anyone. But lately something was eating at him, and it made him ill-tempered.

  Eventually, the team completed three laps, and Sam met them in the middle of the pitch. He split defense and offense and asked them to carry out various drills. He stood aside and watched ash they carried out what he'd asked them to.

  ''Lizzie you are useless. Honestly, you couldn't dance your way out of a paper bag,'' Cora said.

  Sam looked across at the cheerleaders and wondered why Cora had it in for Lizzie. Okay, Lizzie sometimes found it difficult to co-ordinate with the others but aesthetically Lizzie was by far the best of the bunch. She had the shapeliest legs and the cutest ass and the biggest breasts. All in all, she was very pleasing to the eye. Lizzie also wasn't stupid; she'd finished high school Cum Laude and was doing very well in her law studies.

  After practice, Sam kept his players in the dressing room while he lectured them on the merits of being on time. He went through the team for the forthcoming game on Sunday and gave a rousing motivational speech about the history of the college team and how they shouldn't let that be tarnished in any way.

  The cheerleaders were getting impatient outside. They'd gathered around the changing room door waiting for the boys to come out. Some of them had serious boyfriends in the team; others were just waiting around on the off chance they may get laid.

  ''Lizzie, how come you never have a boyfriend?'' Cora asked. ''You aren't a Lizzie Lezzie are you?''

  ''Shut up Cora,'' Lizzie said. ''Just because I don't sleep with every man in town, like you.''

  ''Lizzie Lezzie, yes, that has a ring to it. That's what we're going to call you from now on. Do you like dancing with girls Lizzie Lezzie?'' Cora said.

  ''Leave me alone,'' Lizzie said. She left the group and headed back to her student lodgings alone.

  ''What a nerd,'' Cora said. ''She can't dance, and she can't get man.''

  ''Are you talking about Lizzie?'' William asked.

  ''Yes. From now on she's called Lizzie Lezzie.''

  ''Why?

  ''Because she never has a boyfriend,'' Cora said.

  William slung his bag over his shoulder and laughed. ''That's a great name for her. She's a real nerd.''

  Roger, the tallest man on the team, came out of the changing room. ''Who's a nerd?''

  ''Lizzie, you know, the weird cheerleader,'' William said. ''Cora reckons she's a lesbian. Lizzie Lezzie she's called her.''

  ''No way is she a lezzie,'' Roger said. ''I bet I can get her into bed.''

  William, Cora, and the others looked at Roger as if he was from another planet. ''No way on this earth,'' William said.

  ''Wanna bet?'' Roger replied.

  ''Sure, what's the bet?''

  ''That I can screw her before the end of this semester,'' Roger said.

  William shook Roger's hand, and the bet was placed. ''We'll invite her to BJ's after the game on Sunday
. We'll get her drunk, and you can have your way with her,'' William added.

  The group walked across the football pitch to the campus, leaving Sam shaking his head. He'd heard their ridiculous bet and felt sorry for Lizzie.

  *****

  ''I've never seen such a shower of shit in all my life,'' Sam bellowed at the top of his voice. ''Call yourselves football players. You're all nancy boys; that's what you are. I'd have done better sending out a group of eleven-year-olds.''

  Sam didn't often lose his temper, but he had never seen a team under his management play so terribly.

  ''Roger and William. You were pathetic today. You'd better play better in the next game, or you'll be off the team. Now all of you get out of my sight.''

  The players drifted out of the dressing room, leaving Sam to contemplate what a rotten day it had been. When he'd tidied up, he locked up and walked across the pitch to his car. This had to be the worst team he'd ever managed, he thought. If they didn't start playing better soon, his job would be on the line.

  He put his bag in the car and started to drive home. But faced with the prospect of an empty apartment after such a heavy defeat, he decided to stop by BJ's.

  When he pulled up outside, his mind flashed back to all the glorious hours he'd spent at BJ's celebrating season after season of great footballing success. Those days seemed a long way off now. That was back in the days when kids were fit, before computers and ridiculous games like Play Station. Kids played out in the street, rode their bikes and were fit. Sometimes he despaired when he saw the freshmen turning up to their first practice. What it all meant for the future of the USA, he didn't know, but he didn't think it was positive.

  ''Hey Sam, great to see you. You haven't been in here for ages,'' Jodie said.

  ''There's been no reason to celebrate. That shower of shit over there couldn't play, even if their lives depended on it,'' he said nodding in the direction of William, Roger, Cora and the gang who were sitting around a huge pine at the rear of the bar.