The Campus Jock: A College Bad Boy Romance

by Serena Silver

  “Uh, yeah.” Bobby Smiles. “My reputation precedes me, I guess. From the football field I mean…and other things, I guess.”

  “Yep, I bet you have a big reputation,” Ashton teases before playfully hitting Bobby. “Let’s go check out where you had your glory days.”

  Chapter Twelve: The School

  In his brand new Chevy Bobby pulls into the empty school parking lot. The high school hasn’t changed much since Ashton last visited. She never made it out to the Friday night football games that all the town got excited over. Once she was done with school, she vowed never to return.

  For Bobby, it was a different story. Life hasn’t been the same since school. In school, he got everything he wanted, any grade he wanted any girl he wanted. He’s been living mostly in the past ever since. Things don’t come as easy for him anymore. He has to actually work for what he gets nowadays. But pulling into the parking lot brought it all back.

  He gets out of his truck and opens the door and gives Ashton a hand getting out. She steps out and down about 2 feet from the high tired truck. He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a flask from the glove compartment before slamming the door.

  “What’s ya think of my truck? My Daddy got it for me from our Dealership. He’s like all… Bobby Darren, you represent your family and me every time you go out.” He takes a swig of from the flask and hands it to Ashton who reluctantly takes a drink as well.

  “It’s nice. You at least drive better than Faith. You’re not doing your lipstick while driving.”

  “I save that for the second date.”

  They both laugh and walk toward the school.

  “Did you have Mr. Ashburn’s for Chem?”

  “I heard he’s in prison now?”

  “What? Really did he go all breaking bad or something?”

  “No. Tax evasion or something. The girls at the dealership are all gossipy, hear just about everything about everybody in this town. You should drop by sometime.”

  They walk past the bleachers and toward the field. So many memories rush to Ashton. She looks over at where she used to watch him practice from. It’s hard for her to believe she’s now walking toward the field with him. But something doesn’t let her get too star struck. Something inside her pushes her to take charge. She takes another sip of his flask. It’s warm but gives her a little liquid courage. She stops Bobby before they get to the field and tells him to take his boots off.

  “When a girl tells a guy to take his boots off, she better mean it. That’s a big commitment.”

  “Just take them off, dummy,” she teases before taking her own off and throwing them by the sideline.

  After he pulls his boots off, she takes his hand and leads him to the football field. She enjoys feeling the grass under her feet. They walk down the field toward the end zone, passing each yard line.

  “So, this was where you had all your glory?”

  “I guess so.”

  “So you scored a lot on this field?”

  “Um, sure.” Bobby laughs, realizing the innuendo. “I did well with football.”

  “I wasn’t talking about football,” Ashton said as they arrived at the touchdown area of the field. Ashton pushed him roughly against the football goal post. She steps back and smirks. She’s determined to make him pay for past aggressions and takes full control of him. She knows exactly what she wants to do. Imagining this moment has been sexual fodder for her weekly masturbation sessions ever since high school.

  “Shirt off!”

  “You can’t just tell me what to do. I will not be sexually objectified by you,” jokes Bobby.

  Ashton steps up to him and playfully slaps him across the face.

  “I didn’t tell you to talk!” She mischievously smiles. “You screwed up, and if you really want to show you’re sorry…”

  “Sorry?” Bobby says, not immediately sure what Ashton’s talking about. The night and date have been going so well in his mind.

  Ashton finishes her statement ignoring him. “…for blowing me off for that skank ex of yours. If you really want to show why I should forgive you, you’ll do exactly what I say,” she says more seriously as if cracking a whip. “Now shirt off!” “Slowly!”

  Bobby complies. He lifts his sweater slowly over his shoulders revealing his rock hard abs and muscles, all seeming to point below. Ashton yells for him to stop.

  “But my sweaters not all the way off,” Bobby says with his head covered and his chest and stomach exposed.

  “I know. Now quiet,” Ashton demands as her eyes fondle every part of him. He feels foolish standing there with his hands over his head not knowing what’s going to happen. He can see her movement through spaces in his sweater threads. She looks around the football field to make sure no one is around then steps closer to his body.

  She hesitates to touch him, but only for a second. She’s already played this out so many times in her head. It feels like second nature. Her fingers slide down the ripples and creases between his muscles. His body is a warm, contrasting to the chill in the air. “As amazing as he is, he’s not as defined as Orion,” she thinks to herself in a fleeting thought. Even so, this isn’t a bad second; and she’ll finally be able to know what it’s like to play out her fantasy with Bobby Darren, High School Quarterback.

  As her fingers go to his sides, he can’t help but giggle a little. She slaps his abs. “No laughing.” His body tenses and his muscles flex even more. She leans in and presses her lips to his solid chest. She kisses down his muscles to where his pants begin, then glides her tongue slowly back up his abs. His body is smooth and salty. She’s never been this forceful or brave. She felt him shiver as she moved her tongue over his body, though that could be from the cold winds whistling through. She notices his pants start to bulge. She looks up at his sweater covered head and smiles.

  Ashton unbuckles the leather belt from Bobby’s tight blue jean pants. She grabs the silver end of the belt and forcefully rips it out from around his body. He almost falls over from the force. “Whoa!” Bobby yelps.

  Ashton stands and whispers through the sweater toward his ear. “Shhhh. I didn’t say you could talk.” She pushes him toward the football goal post. Her lips move back down his body. She slips her hands over the top edge of his blue jeans where his waist is. She can feel his boxers at the tips of her fingers. She rips open his pants past its buttons and unzips him.

  She pulls his pants down around his ankles. Just his boxers remain. His legs were built and sturdy from years of working out and practices. It’s much better up close than she saw from a distance the other day at the lake. Her hand slips under his boxers and reaches for his hardness. He moans, not expecting it. He’s hard and smooth. It’s warmer than she imagined. Her hand wraps around it. She moves her hand slowly to the top of his manhood through his boxers. He shifts his body slowly back and forth. He continues to moan with enthusiasm. She loves having this much control over him.

  She grabs his boxers. She slides them down past his thighs, past his knees and then to his feet. In what resembles hazing, the former high school jock stood naked against a goal post with a sweater over his head.

  Ashton stands up after removing his boxers. She pulls off his sweater and throws it on the field. Bobby stands like a Greek Adonis. His statuesque build. His large curved shaft. Ashton can’t help but smile extremely big as she takes it all in, seeing her fantasy in real life. He shakes his head and looks at her and gestures.

  “Now what?”

  “You’ll see,” Ashton says coyly. She’s a little surprised how confident he is standing buck naked on a football field. Then she realizes he’s probably had many a cheerleader on the field and under the bleachers over the years. Being naked on the field isn’t something new for him. Ashton decided to up the ante a little. She heads over to his belt and folds it over itself and pulls it tightly, making a whipping sound.

  “Whoa, Nellie!” Bobby starts to freak out. “Now I know you’re used to dealin’ with live
stock, but you got to watch it when a man has his tenders blowin’ in the wind.

  She grabs Bobby’s arms and ties his hands behind his back and to the goal post with the belt.

  “You’re a lot kinkier than I realized,” Bobby jokes.

  “Just you wait.” Ashton pulls the belt tight. She glides her hands down his body, sliding down his chest over his solid abs. She stops just before getting to his cock. Bobby grunts with anticipation.

  Ashton steps back and unbuttons her pants. She slides them down enough to reveal her lacy red panties. Bobby licks his lips with anticipation. She lets her jeans drop to the floor. Bobby follows her smooth, soft legs from top to bottom, the back to the top with his eyes. He wants to touch her, thrusting his body forward, but is stopped by the belt holding him in place.

  She enjoys teasing him. She starts to unbutton her shirt. One by one her buttons loosen. She loosens them all until her shirt hangs open. She pulls off her bra through her shirt. She throws it at Bobby. Bobby smiles and strains to try to see under her shirt. With each movement, the shirt slips just enough to reveal her breasts slightly. She stands before him in just a shirt and panties.

  She moves in and presses her body against his and slides slowly down him. She drops down to her knees and kisses up his athletic thighs. She reaches for his manhood. Bobby’s muscles flex, causing his whole body to twitch. Her mouth opens, and she slides his shaft past her lips, which are stained red with lipstick. Back and forth, she strokes and devours, causing Bobby to moan and grunt in pleasure.

  He leans against the post and does all he can to keep standing in place. The intensity rises with every stroke, and just before he moans the loudest, she stops, torturing him before he has a chance to climax.

  “What, what?! Noooooo! No, you can’t stop. That’s so wrong! At least finish me off.”

  “Now you know what it’s like to get stood up,” Ashton barks as she stands. She grabs her jeans and kisses Bobby on the cheek. “You used to be all that I dreamed of. I guess now I find myself dreaming of the stars.”

  “Let me loose!” Bobby shouts as he struggles with the belt. He watches Ashton walk away like a sly fox.

  She wears a big grin with each step and turns around. “I guess you didn’t score every time on the field. Bye Bobby. You were amazing… In my dreams.”

  Chapter Thirteen: A New Day

  Small paintings of parries and horses hang on an avocado-green wall in the upstairs bathroom. A gas heater sits in the corner with small dancing flames adding warmth to the room. The mirror is fogged. A faucet slowly drips in the rim filled bathtub. Ashton’s big toe touches the water droplets. She likes the feeling of the contrast of the coolness of the drops to the warmth of the water. She lays in the water and giggles as she thinks of the date with Bobby. She can’t believe she had the nerve to do it. She would expect Faith to do something like that, but never her. She was sort of proud of herself. “Don’t mess with me,” she whispers to herself. “I was so wrong. I wonder if someone found him like that. Oh my gosh.”

  “It was kind of sexy,” she thought. She enjoyed taking control, but she also wondered what it would have been like if she let him take control of her. She plays out the scenario in her head. She imagined what would have happened if he led her to the middle of the playing field. If Bobby the Quarterback Darren ripped off her shirt and ravished her breasts on the 50-yard line, sucking on her nipples and slipping his hands down her pants to get her wet and ready for his hardened cock.

  Ashton slips her hand below the bubbles of the hot bath, down her legs and between her thighs as she imagines Bobby’s fingers. But then, a flash of an image interrupts her. It’s Orion. His muscular form. His eyes. His perfectness. A tinge of sadness took over her knowing she may never see him again, but that didn’t stop her from getting more aroused. She imagined Orion’s massive body against that goal post at the football field. She imagined taking him in her mouth and pleasing him.

  One of her hand fondles her wet swollen breasts as the other enters inside her through the suds and soap. She licks her lips and moans, “Orion.”

  “What?” yells a voice from the other side of the door.

  “Umm, nothing…just yawned,” Ashton yells.

  “Didn’t sound like a yawn,” Faith teases from just beyond the bathroom door.

  “I’m taking a bath. Leave me alone!”

  “Just letting you know you got a delivery from town. Were you expecting something?

  “Oh, yeah!”

  “By the way, word is getting around that Bobby Darren was found on the football field tied naked to a goal post.”

  Ashton covers her head with her hands in embarrassment.

  “Oh really?”

  “You kinky slut. You know you’re going to have to give me all the details soon.”

  “I plead the fifth, now leave me alone!”

  Ashton throws a freshly opened bar of soap toward the door. She giggles some more just before stepping out of the bathtub. When she stands fully upright, she feels a slight kick in her belly. She reaches down and realizes she has a small pouch. Her belly has been growing. Maybe she needed to lay off the corn dogs she thought to herself.

  Chapter Fourteen: The Delivery

  Hair wrapped in a towel, the pale redhead runs down the stairs in just a t-shirt and shorts. She makes it half way down the wooden steps in the old house when her dad screams her full name.

  “I know, I know. Walk don’t run,” Ashton concedes. No matter how old they get, their pop still gets after them. She couldn’t help it. She was excited. She heads to the kitchen where her father is having toast and reading a paper that lays on the table.

  Ashton digs through a kitchen drawer.

  “What’s you looking for in such a hurry, Pumpkin?” her dad asks without looking up from his paper.

  “A knife.”

  “Well, play nice with your sister,” her dad jokes in a dry manner.

  “It’s for a package I got.”

  “Oh yeah, that. It’s in the den.”

  A tan box with the label Main Street Hobby stamped on the side sits on a table that’s in the den. Not too far from the box is the radio that Ashton used before being abducted. Ashton excitedly rushes into the den with a Swiss Army Knife from the kitchen. She plops down on a wooden chair and brings the box closer. She flips open one of the blades on her Swiss Army Knife to cut open the box. She finds the crease and stabs it as she pulls it toward her. She breaks through the tape. She then turns the box over to the other side and pulls the knife down the box quickly.

  She almost slices her fingers off. Blood gushes everywhere. She holds her hand up to slow the bleeding and rushes back to the kitchen, still holding her hand.

  Her Dad looks worried. “You okay, honey? What happened?”

  “Box attacked me, Pops,” Ashton jokes, then turns on the kitchen faucet. She feels a slight pain in her stomach and a tingling sensation throughout her body. She’s been feeling it more and more.

  “Well, wash it real good and put that brown stuff over the cut.”

  “I know, Dad. I know, “Ashton says as she watches the blood mix with the water as it rinses down the kitchen sink. Large amounts of blood continue to fall, and it all washes away. That’s odd. She can’t find the cut. “Where did the blood come from, then?”

  Faith skips into the kitchen. “So, what’s going on?”

  “Your sis sliced her hand open.”

  “Eww, let me see!”

  “There ain’t nothing to see. I can’t find the cut.”

  “You are a freak. Dad, Ash is an alien,” Faith jokes.

  Ashton has a flashing thought of Orion. Then she thinks about her belly. She starts thinking about her unusual appetite. She starts to wonder if those things are all related. Even this cutting her hand and it not showing a cut may be a sign of something more. She pretends like everything is all right, even though her mind is racing. She grabs her box and heads upstairs.

  Chapter Fifteen: Life as Us
ual

  Just past the horse stable and near a small wooden structure Ashton pushes a wheel barrel containing large feed bags. She stops and wipes the sweat off her forehead with her oversized t-shirt. She grabs her gloves from the back of her faded jeans and places them on. She grabs a feed bag with as much strength as she can muster and drops the bag of pig feed into the troughs. She yelps a “Come get it” sound. Oinks and squeals rush to the food troughs. She watches and laughs at the pink hungry creatures practically climb over themselves to eat every morsel of food.

  “You guys have an appetite like I do,” she jokes out loud. She picks up the remaining bag and places it in a barrel at the end of the fenced-in pigs. Ashton craves food but knows she needs to give it a break.

  “If I’m ever going to woo anyone, I gotta stop eating like you oinkers.” She’s starting to see a noticeable belly and having to wear larger shirts and sweaters to cover it up. As if craving food 24-7 wasn’t bad enough, now she has an odd craving for pie. It’s almost as if she can smell it.

  “Yoouuu Whooo. Anyone there?” belts out an unnerving voice from near the house.

  Ashton pushes her wheel barrel to the fence and heads over to see where the voice emanated from.

  “Youuu Whooo.”

  Ashton walks around the horse stable and toward the house to see Miss Reynolds and a younger girl at her side. Miss Reynolds is holding a pie. Until recently, her dad didn’t much care for her. He’d always say she had more makeup than sense, which may have been true. You got the feeling it added at least a pound to her weight. Ever since the fair, she’s been coming over more and more. Her dad seems to have a little more pep in his step. Upon seeing her, Ashton tries to walk away but is spotted.

  “Oh, there you are!” She spots Ashton before she can hide. Ashton reluctantly turns around.

  “Oh, hey Miss Reynolds! I didn’t see you there.”

  “Oh, was just coming by to bring y’all and your dad some lemon meringue pie.