Train: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
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"I mean, she's right here, begging her student for cock. It's a really nice cock, granted, but she's still here begging for raw, naked student cock inside of her."
"Goddammit, Trevor, fuck me, you asshole!" From whimpering right to shouting. This guy did things to me.
"Well, if you really want me too, sure."
He made good on his word. He thrust himself inside of me, and I was hit with that sudden and blissful feeling of being delightfully torn apart again.
It really shouldn't have fit, it was a miracle it did, but fuck, I wasn't going to question it too much.
All I knew was that it was absolute heaven to have him inside me, to have his body pressed against mine. His chest against my breasts, his arms around my body, him pushing himself into me again and again, and me rocking back against him. Everything just felt right at this moment.
I ran my fingers down his back, whispering for him to go faster in his ear.
My eyes met his, and our union seemed even more right.
Really, I can barely comprehend how good it all feels. Every little bit of me is stimulated by him. Every nerve that can feel good feels good when he's inside of me, pleasantly splitting my body apart.
"You can't fucking be real, Stephanie," he whispered into me. God, I was even relishing feeling his breath against my skin.
I slam my fists down on the bed, squirming beneath him. Tossing and turning, grabbing my sheets like doing anything would help me endure the sexual frenzy he was building inside of me.
He was coming at me like he was some sort of ungodly fucking machine, all of his cock filling me to the brim, pushing the limits to the point I would have to need an anatomy lesson to know what he was fucking now.
All of his warm, powerful meat. I yearned only for being able to take more.
"You're turning me into a beast, Stephanie. You bring something out in me that's almost scary."
"Hmm?" I murmured, barely coherent between my moans for him.
"I gotta take you like an animal, because fuck, you make me feel like one."
An eyebrow was raised at his word. Then, for a brief terrible moment, he withdrew himself from me, easily turned my body over, and thrust himself back into me.
He was pinning me against my own bed, holding me down as he pushed himself in from behind, somehow feeling like he was fucking me even deeper in spite of it all.
I cried out, I don't know if it was pain or pleasure but it was definitely pleasure within seconds.
Still, I was clawing at my bed, finding a pillow and soon strangling the life out of the thing.
Trevor was now fucking me the hardest he ever had, pure unadulterated lust between us. Every time he thrust so deep inside me, I cried out loudly.
It honestly felt like he was crushing me on top of splitting me apart on his dick and yet while those two things should have been horrible, my poor confused body was making me lust for them. Automatically, I was shoving my core into him, wanting him to take me deeper, give me more of what we had between us, without any restraint or remorse.
With how I was screaming, it all felt so exaggerated, like something straight out of a porno. I always thought those girls were over-acting or whatever, but now I understood.
Some guys? They were just that fucking good, that fucking good at fucking.
Trevor? Fuck, he was one of them. His hands thrust on my hips, I was like his sex toy at that point, and I never felt sexier.
Stammering, coping with the unbelievable rising tide that was inside of me, I struggled, nibbling on my lips.
Trevor was like a shark, and me nearing climax was blood in the water. "Cum for me, teacher. Teach me how a woman feels quivering around my cock."
I should have laughed. I should have told him that he damn well knows how that feels.
I was too far gone at that point to be witty with the comebacks. Only the sensations of sexual bliss mattered.
He was making me obey. Even as he fucked me with wild abandon, his deft fingers found their way between my legs, finding my nub, and weaponizing it against me.
One flick, two flicks, and I was done.
It felt like my body was imploding, everything and anything echoing outward into my fingers, my toes. My body shook, my poor little clit the epicenter of these delightful quakes.
Screaming for him. I was going to get noise complaints, and I didn't care.
Maybe it was like a sixth sense, though. He could sense when I was so close to my climax, and I could sense when he was drawing close. The way his cock shuddered inside me. The way his breath was ragged, him struggling against me. The way his rhythm was failing.
Maybe it was because I could even feel my own sex clasp around him, yearning for him to come deeper, millions of years of biology pushing us forward to do what generations before us had done.
"Fucking hell, Stephanie, how are you so tight? How are you so fucking good? God...fucking...dammit..."
That last utterance was soon followed by him shaking, him pulling me deeper onto his cock. The pulsing that followed, the heat that was filling me. Fuck, I knew it was a pointless and stupid risk, but I loved it. All of his seed flooding me, filling me to the brim. He had so much of it. There was no way he should have been able to cum this much when I had drained him earlier.
He was proving his point. To him, I was truly special. I let him break the rules, his body on overdrive to claim me as his mate.
Soon, he was collapsing on top of me, buried to the hilt in my pussy still. He was going to let this blissful moment linger for as long as he could manage, and he pulled me closer to him.
Amazing myself, I managed to turn my head and accept his sweet kiss. So innocent after the debauchery that we had just inflicted on one another.
As Trevor held me, I began to realize what this had to be.
He's ruined me. No man would ever compare to this, and I'd never experience something so great with another.
Love? Was this love? I wanted him in every conceivable way. It hurt me to think about not having him in my life. The idea of anyone thinking he had hurt me, as he suggested as a way out for me, absolutely sickened me. He wasn't capable of that. Not the man who was cradling me right now.
Yet, it was wrong. I was damn lucky it wasn't a criminal offense in this state, but even if it were?
I had an incredibly hard time having any real regrets.
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Trevor
Trevor
* * *
Her soft body on top of me, in my arms. The warmth of her sex in my hand.
God, she was so fucking beautiful it was unfair.
It was a feeling I really didn't want to have to live without.
More and more, it was becoming about not just getting my rocks off, but her.
There was a happiness, a serenity she brought me. A calm, something peaceful in the chaos that was my life.
Before I met her? It was another party. It was what I was supposed to do. Empty life, proving how manly I was by nailing everything within five miles that had a vagina.
Go out on the field, prove my manhood again.
Around Stephanie, though, I knew she wouldn't care. I could let my guard down. I could allow myself to have feelings. It was a whole bunch of lovey-dovey crap and if Dustin knew I was thinking these things, he would never let me hear the end of it.
Stephanie may have first been drawn in by me being a chest-pounding alpha, but it wasn't about that anymore.
Hey, I'm a softie. I can't help it. She was my girl now, I knew that much.
I didn't care what some archaic rules said. Or modern rules. I had no idea about how the Aaronsville University statute really went, just that it was there. I remember vaguely reading over it when I came in to the school at eighteen, but back then? I looked at all my teachers and none of them were fuckable. The closest was Mrs. Swanson, and that was an edge case, and I was fairly sure she was a happily married lesbian anyway, so she had more than one reason to have no interest in the Train.
Incredibly fucking good, I quickly discovered.
Somehow, someway, I had to make sure she would be mine. I had to do it without destroying her career and destroying my prospects. If she told me to claim that I had forced her to get her out of hot water, fuck, I would have. I really would have.
It was completely insane, and it showed me just how head over heels I was for this woman. She wouldn't let me, because she's just the kind of woman I would do it for.
It's confusing, I know. That's what love is sometimes. A tangled bunch of contradictions you're trying to make sense of.
Glancing over to her nightstand, I saw her digital clock, the glowing red numbers reading that it was a little past three o'clock in the morning. Caressing her one last time, I pulled myself away.
I knew that I had to play carefully with all of this. As much as it pained me, I should leave her be for now, and leave before whatever asshole future paparazzo finds out her address and stakes out for his next big break in ruining my fucking life.
God, I was really afraid of what I would do if I came across some idiot outside holding a camera. I would teach him a lesson about respecting privacy, yes, but I may teach him a bit too hard, and end up giving him a new story in the process.
I chuckled at the thought of 'HIT BY THE TRAIN' as a headline article.
With some difficulty, I found my clothes and redressed myself. When you want someone, you don't pay any mind to where you throw your clothes, and sometimes that means you have to dig behind someone's dresser to get your shirt back.
I looked toward Stephanie one last time. Watching her sleep serenely, such a big smile on her face. I made sure she had a pillow and a blanket wrapped around her. With how hard I had fucked her, I knew she would be sleeping pretty deep. She would understand this time, but I didn't like it.
The rules had a reason for existing, I knew. There were far too many pervy old men who would get teaching jobs and use their newfound power over unsuspecting young women. Promise them better grades. Convince them that it's just how it was.
Even if she was eighteen, it didn't make it less skeevy. You don't magically get more mature because your age switches from seventeen plus one.
These rules? They didn't understand Stephanie and me though. That our falling madly in love with one another has nothing to do with her giving me a better grade, or her threatening to fail me if I didn't fuck her. Fuck, it was the furthest thing from the truth, honestly.
It was based in morality too. Somehow, I needed to convince the entire university that our relationship was something truly special. That it was about love.
Everything was together in my head. I left Stephanie's apartment more determined than ever. I had to succeed on this exam. I had to get back on the field.
I had to show the world just how much I truly cared.
That was the only way I was going to have the dream I've been working toward come true. To let Stephanie have her dream as well.
I looked around outside of the apartment, on the lookout for some asshole with a camera.
Unfortunately, there wasn't one.
Revenge was pointless anyway. I didn't exactly need assault charges on my record on top of everything else.
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Stephanie
Stephanie
* * *
When I pulled my car into the university's parking lot, I was really sort of unsure of how my day was going to go. Dean Dawson's words did scare me. How fast could the administration work to cause me all sorts of trouble? Right now, all they had was strong suspicion. A photo of me apparently kissing Trevor. We could explain that. Somehow. I just needed to keep it together.
It was a very chilly morning. I woke up alone, and even covered with blankets, nothing would match the warmth of being in his arms. Going out into winds that could be called 'brisk,' if I wanted to be nice, was hardly what I wanted to do, but racking up absences wasn't going to help my case.
It's only like, my fourth day, and I already was late once and slept with a student multiple times. My first impression was becoming aggressively bad at this point.
What's worse, though, was I still had to teach and tutor Trevor. I had to act like I didn't want to rip his pants off and ride his cock.
There was a damn good reason I never joined drama club back in the day despite enjoying Shakespeare and musicals and the other stuff they usually covered.
I was, like, the world's worst actor. Now years of effort leading into my career was going to be decided on it.
Grabbing some coffee from the teacher's lounge, I went to the lecture hall Hatch had assigned to Trevor and me.
I almost dropped it immediately when I walked in.
Hatch was there. Sitting at the desk.
"Ms. Casey, I see you're on time today."
"Um, yeah. I didn't mean to make a habit out of being late." I tried to smile innocently, but I was wondering if Hatch knew, did Dawson already get to him?
"Would you do me a favor and explain this for me?" He pushed a paper across the table.
Fuck. It was that newspaper.
I wanted to come in here, try to calm myself and start up a review. Make everything flow together all well and everything like that. I didn't want to jump right into the fire of defending myself
"Professor Hatch, I wasn't kissing anyone, I swear."
"I know. There's no kissing going on in these photos."
I raised an eyebrow, and approached the paper.
* * *
THE TRAIN LEARNS HIS ABCs, STARTING WITH XXX
* * *
I was shaking. I knew I was a bad actor but I was also completely and utterly blowing it here. If I could see my face, I would know that I was obviously guilty as sin.
I looked at the date. It was a later edition, a followup to the earlier story so they could push these photos.
"Um, uh, why is the school paper in the business of publishing smut?" I stammered out. "I thought they were trying to be journalists, not pornographers."
The photos? They were of me and Trevor in the throes of our passion. Naked. Granted, there were some modest black bars put there, but reading over the story, it stated that the uncensored photos could be found on the website. I turned beet red upon realizing that.
I didn't do nudey pictures. I didn't even send naked sexts of myself to Ryan. I knew that the internet was forever, and now all my goods were all over the internet for the entire school to see, and the world if they decided they cared.
Oh God, oh god, what if my parents ever saw that? I was their nerdy little angel, the one they never had to worry about getting into trouble.
It wasn't just a selfie either, it was me riding on top of a cock, my breasts flopping in the wind.
It was a photo ID away from my worst possible scenario.
"Recognize something, Ms. Casey?" Professor Hatch asked, leaning on the desk, and looking me dead in the eye.
"Um, uh, of course not."
"Is that why you look like you've been caught red-handed?"
"Um... uh... no, I'm just, flustered by this blatant pornography, who is this woman? Why does she look like me?"
"Do you really expect me to believe that?"
His expression was stern. Fuck. He saw right through my pathetic lies. "No, no, I don't."
The professor took a deep breath. "The dean told me to relay the message that you are suspended from the university, barring administrative investigation into the situation. The suspension is effective immediately."
Suspension? This was the first stage that would lead to my firing. Then it'd all be over. I'd try to get hired at another university, and they would be asking why I left the last place. 'Oh, it was nothing, I just fucked the star football player, no big deal'.
Four years of high school trying to get into the best school. Four more years of college to get the degrees
I needed. All into the shitter, and I'm out asking people if they want fries with that despite my best efforts to evade going into that line of work.
"You need to gather your things, Ms. Casey. Clean out your desk. I doubt it's very much lived in given this is, what... your third day here?"
Walking out with the cardboard box full of random stuff, like on TV when people get fired. Did I really need more stuff to drive home how fucked I was?
"This... this isn't what it looks like, Professor." I gritted my teeth.
"I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like. You know of the school's fraternization policy. We take it very seriously. We've had troubles with it in the past. I'm very much surprised Dawson hired someone so young because of it."
Dizzy. I was feeling dizzy. I always thought that was some nonsense about someone being overwhelmed and all that, about to faint from shock. Now I was starting to understand. I stumbled over to one of the seats in the rows of desks.
"Are you okay, Ms. Casey?" Hatch was quick to his feet and to my side. "You look ill."
"Everything I've worked for is about to be gone. Everything."
"You should have known better than to get involved with a student. They prepare you for this. You can have a personal relationship, but you are never more than friends with a student. Romance leads to exploitation and that's why we have these rules."
"I didn't know he was a student."
"Excuse me?"
I pulled myself up, catching my breath. "I didn't know Trevor was a student."
"How do you expect me to believe that? You walked in, acted like you never saw him before, when he was in the classroom, with me assigning you to tutor him."
"I was freaking out because I was late. You want to know why I was late? Honestly want to know?"
"You said you overslept? Something typical of that nature?"
"No. It wasn't that. Well, I did, but it wasn't because it was just like any night before and I forgot to set my clock or something."