by Tia Siren
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Touchdown Baby
A Bad Boy and a Virgin Sports Romance
By: Tia Siren
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Table of Contents
Touchdown Baby – A Bad Boy and a Virgin Sports Romance Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
First Chapter Sample: Commander BIG: A Military Romance
Touchdown Baby – A Bad Boy and a Virgin Sports Romance
Chapter One
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Kelly had only been sleeping for a couple of hours when she jerked awake. She gasped, a thick fog of confusion clouding her mind as she blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dark.
“Shit,” a voice said, and Kelly realized what had woken her up—Brittany, her roommate. She should have known, really, because nearly every time she had been woken at night the past week, it had been because of Brittany stumbling in drunk.
And only one week had passed since school had started. How in the hell was she going to make it through a whole year?
The truth was, Brittany wasn’t that bad. Sure, she was the polar opposite of Kelly: She had been a cheerleader in high school, liked to party, and wasn’t afraid of her own sexuality.
That wasn’t fair to herself though, Kelly thought as she lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling while she listened to Brittany undress and slip into her own bed. Kelly wasn’t afraid of her sexuality; she simply wasn’t willing to give in to it, not until she got through college.
Kelly’s sister, Jenna, had made that mistake, and one stupid night her freshman year of college had left her knocked up. The guy was a meathead jock and hadn’t been willing to step in and raise a child, so Jenna had left a promising future behind, dropping out of college after only half a year. She went back to living at home, where Jenna and Kelly’s mom and dad helped her raise her son. Of course Jenna loved her son, as did the whole family. Kelly loved being an aunt, and she showered the kid with attention. But still, she knew Jenna would have wanted more for herself.
There was a time and a place for children, and it was not your first year of college.
And so Kelly had promised herself, the same way she had during high school, that she wouldn’t mess with a man. Or men. That wasn’t what she needed.
School first, and then life.
And it hadn’t been easy. Kelly was a good-looking girl, thin with soft features and long brunette hair. Her legs were long and shapely, her eyes the greenish blue of the ocean at dusk. Boys had wanted her in high school, but she had ignored them.
School first. Boys later.
“Are you awake?” Brittany called out in the darkness. She was trying to whisper, but she did a poor job of it. Her words were slurred.
“I am now,” Kelly said, annoyed.
“You should have come out with me. It was fun as hell,” Brittany said.
Kelly knew she wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon, so she sat up and turned on the small light beside her bed. It illuminated the small dorm room she shared with Brittany. They attended Ohio State and lived on campus, in a residence hall called Bradley. It was split up by gender, but the male wing wasn’t far, and Kelly found herself bombarded by male attention almost everywhere she went.
Brittany did too, and she thrived on it. “I met a really cute guy,” the young woman said. “Made out all night.”
“At least you didn’t bring him home this time,” Kelly said.
Brittany giggled. “Bad news for you: He’s just showering. I told him he could sleep over.”
“Great,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes.
“What’s your deal?” Brittany asked. “I never see you with anyone. Guy wise, I mean. There are a lot of cute guys here.”
Kelly laughed a bit and shook her head. “Britt, we’ve been here for a week.”
“I know. Plenty of time to land yourself a man, or four.”
“I don’t want a man,” Kelly said.
Brittany cackled. She was from New Jersey and had that tell-tale Jersey accent. She was instantly likable, and the girls got on well.
Kelly grabbed her phone from her bedside table. “It’s five in the morning,” she complained.
“Sorry,” Brittany said, but she didn’t sound sorry at all.
“I might as well get up. I have that early class today.”
“You’ve got to be the only person in the world who takes a seven o’clock class.”
“There are, like, twenty people in that class.”
“Yeah, but how many actually go?” Brittany asked.
“Half,” Kelly said with a laugh. She rose to go but Brittany whined.
“No. Stay with me. I’m too drunk to be left alone.”
“You are needy, girl.”
“I know it,” Brittany said. “I want to talk.”
“About what?” Kelly asked.
“Boys,” Brittany answered.
“Of course you do.”
“I had a boyfriend, you know, like, long-term high school thing, from sophomore year to graduation. But he stayed in Jersey and I was coming here, and I just thought…I should end it. I had been with one guy through the fun years, but college is supposed to be more fun, right? I’m not going to make that mistake again.”
“Are you planning on going to any classes in between all this fun?”
“I go to all my classes, thank you very much. What about you?”
Kelly rolled her eyes. “You know I go to all of my classes.”
Brittany laughed again. She was sitting up now, looking across the room at her new friend. “I know that. I meant what about a boyfriend from high school?”
Kelly shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint.”
“You didn’t date anyone?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, you played the field,” Brittany said with a laugh. Kelly shook her head again.
“Nope.”
“So…nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“So you’re a virgin?”
Kelly sighed. She hadn’t really wanted to get into that. It was no one’s business. She didn’t want her sex life, or her lack of one, to define her as a person.
“I didn’t say that,” Kelly said finally.
“So you just had casual sex? You don’t seem to be the type.”
“Fine, okay, I am! Just shut up about it.”
“Okay. Sorry,” Brittany said, holding her hands up. “Forget it, all right?”
“Okay. I’m going to go shower now,” Kelly s
aid, standing up. Brittany didn’t object, and Kelly grabbed a towel off the back of her desk chair and a small pack of toiletries. She went to the door and opened it, looking down as she stepped out. She ran smack dab into a naked man. He grinned, and her eyes widened as she took him in.
He was tall and muscular, his skin tanned, his stomach ripped. His neck was thick and his shoulders wide, and Kelly had to strain her neck to look up at him. His dark hair was damp, plastered to his forehead, and small drops of water beaded on his body and dripped to the carpeted hall floor.
“Hey,” the man said, grinning. “I’m Cody.”
“You’re naked,” Kelly blurted out. She couldn’t stop her eyes from travelling down his body again. His chest was hairy, and a line of hair ran down his stomach and joined with his bush of wiry black pubic hair. His cock was nestled there, wet from the shower, hanging down to his thigh.
“You keep looking at my cock,” Cody said.
“You’re naked,” Kelly said, by way of explanation and defense.
“You want to touch it?”
“Shut up,” Kelly said, shocked a stranger would speak to her like that.
“You can make it hard. Girls always want to see it hard. Put your lips around it—the ones on your face, or the ones between your legs. I don’t care.”
“Fuck off, Cody,” a voice from behind Kelly said, and she turned to see Brittany there. “What the fuck are you doing talking like that to my roommate? Didn’t you come home with me?”
“I was just having fun,” the man said defensively.
“Could you please put some pants on?” Kelly asked, but the other two ignored her.
“She doesn’t want to have fun like that,” Brittany said. “She’s a virgin.”
Cody laughed. “Yeah, right. No one is a virgin in college anymore.”
“Shut up!” Kelly snapped at Brittany. Cody looked at her.
“She’s for real? You’ve never been fucked? Well that could explain why you’re so uptight!”
“I’m not uptight!” Kelly said. She’d had enough. She brushed past the naked guy and headed for the showers. Cody watched her go, and then he was pulled into the room by Brittany, who led him straight to her bed.
In the shower, Kelly found she couldn’t get the naked man, Cody, out of her thoughts. He was so sexy, strong and built, and his cock…it had looked so big. With the hot water beating down on her skin, she slid her slick fingers between her legs, rubbing herself until she came. She wanted Cody, but she knew she couldn’t have him. First of all, it looked like Brittany might be with the guy, at least for the short term. Secondly, the last thing she needed was to ruin her future like Jenna had. Fingering herself in the shower was just going to have to do for four years.
Chapter Two
A day after meeting Cody, Kelly found herself in her first accounting class. It was a biweekly class that met for a grueling three hours. But she was a business major, and she couldn’t skip it, so while most people took it their second year of college, she had decided to get through it in her first year.
It was her first class of the day, starting at ten. She got there a bit early and sat in one of the chairs closest to the front of the room. The professor was the only other person there. He was an older man with thinning white hair and a bit of a stoop to his back. He was typing on a laptop at the front of the room, sitting behind his desk. He didn’t acknowledge her.
As the minutes passed, other students filed in. Soon the room was mostly full, save for the chair next to Kelly.
“Let’s begin, shall we?” the professor said, standing up from his chair and making his way around the desk.
“Hold up, Professor Harrison,” a voice called, and Kelly turned to see Cody hurrying through the doors.
“Come on, young man,” the professor said grumpily. Cody smiled at him and hurried forward. His eyes scanned the room for an empty chair, and with horror it dawned on Kelly that the only available seat was directly to her right.
Cody saw her and grinned as he sat down. “Hey, Kelly.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I’m dating your roomie.”
“If you’re ready,” Professor Harrison said to them, and they fell silent. The man went into a well-practiced spiel, describing the class, acknowledging it as one of the harder classes at Ohio State, and telling them what he expected.
“Even if you aren’t looking to be an accountant, you better know how this stuff works. Most of you are business majors, and this is important stuff. So important that some of you are here for their second year,” he said, looking at Cody. The young man laughed.
“Why do you have to call me out like that, Harrison?”
The professor smiled. “Let’s just say your skills on the football field are more impressive than your abilities in this classroom.”
Hearing that, it all came together for Kelly. Cody was a jock. He was surely at school on a football scholarship. Ohio State had one of the best football programs in America. A lot of guys came from across the nation to play for them. Kelly was from Cincinnati and hadn’t wanted to travel far, but Ohio State, which was up north, had a better business program than the local University of Cincinnati did.
“For the whole semester we’re going to work in pairs, and I’ll tell you why,” the professor went on. “Accounting is hard. The accounting you’ll do here is hard. It helps to have people backing each other up. So this semester you’ll be paired up, and you'll develop your own fake business. Sell what you want, be headquartered where you want, but each project we do will be filtered through the prism of pretending that you’re in the real world, working as an accountant for your made-up company with a colleague. I’m inclined to simply match you up with the person to your right.”
Kelly’s face fell. She looked over at Cody, who grinned at her. The rest of the long class went on, with the professor covering the basics of the class and laying out the itinerary for the upcoming semester. After class, Cody hurried after Kelly as she tried to sweep out of the classroom.
“Hey, partner,” he said. “We should get together and come up with our business.”
“Yeah. Later,” Kelly said.
“Look, I took this last year, my freshman year like you, and I didn’t take it seriously so I didn’t get the credits. I’m going to take it seriously now, all right? You don’t have to worry about me fucking you up in this class.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Kelly snapped.
“So what are you worried about?”
“I’m worried that you’re a dumb jock, and that you’re so used to using people that you’re going to hurt my friend and not even care.”
“Ooookay,” Cody said. “I didn’t even think you and Britt were that close.”
“Well we are.”
“Okay. I get it. I’ll leave you alone, but we should do this stuff before our next class.”
“We will.”
“Well, let me give you my number so we can text or whatever when you want to get together.”
“Fine,” Kelly said, and she took the man's number and then left him behind. He watched her go, a grin on his face.
Chapter Three
It was Friday night and Kelly was studying. The second week of school had been even harder than the first, and she started to worry she had taken on more than she could chew. She was loading herself up, the idea being that if she really pushed herself, she could graduate in three years instead of four. She wanted to open her own business, like her father had. She wanted to make him proud. She wanted to be able to provide for her own family like he had for his. She had always pushed herself, but college was different. It was the real deal, and Kelly had to be sure she didn’t burn herself out.
The door to the dorm room banged open and Brittany came in, giggling and falling all over Cody.
“Hey, Kel,” she said as the two of them went to her bed. She fell upon it and pulled Cody down on top of her. Kelly rolled her eyes and tried to ignore th
e two, though they were being ridiculously loud.
“Suck my cock,” Cody whispered, but loudly.
“Kelly is right over there,” Brittany said.
“So? She can join,” Cody said.
“Shut up,” Brittany hissed.
“Seriously, I’ll ask,” Cody said, and then he raised his voice. “Hey, Kelly, want to come suck my cock with Brittany?”
Kelly ignored him, didn’t even turn around. Brittany punched him in the arm and pushed him off her. “You’re such an asshole sometimes,” she said as she stood up. Cody reached for her, but she pulled away from him.
“Where you going?”
“I need some fresh air,” she said, and she left the room. Kelly wasn't studying now. She couldn’t. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was alone in her bedroom with Cody. She heard him shift on the bed, and then she heard the floor creak as he made his way over to her desk. He leaned against her desk, folding his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Kelly sighed and looked to him. He looked amazing, clad in gym shorts and a sleeveless tee, his arms muscular and thick. “Studying.”
“It’s Friday night, you dork,” he said.
“I don’t care. I have a lot of work.”
“It’s the second week of school.”
Kelly slammed her book shut. “Do you need anything, or are you just here to bug me?”
“I was going to ask you a question, but since you’re being mean, I guess I won’t,” Cody said.
“Good,” Kelly said.
“Fine. I’ll ask. Want to come to a party tomorrow night?”
“No.”
“It’s at my frat.”
“Of course you’re in a frat,” Kelly said with a little laugh.
“What’s wrong with that? You don’t like frats?”
“I don’t like you,” Kelly said sharply.
“That’s not what you said when you were staring at my cock the other night. You want to see it again?” he asked, his hand dropping to the front of his shorts.
