Train: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Autumn Avery

  "Of course, and you're destined to have one fine big league career in the future."

  “That's the idea." I grabbed the mic. "May I?"

  "Um, of course."

  I took the microphone into my hand, like I was going to cut a pro wrestling interview or something. "You know, it's sort of cliché for us to come out here, and give thanks for everything. Thanking God, my mother, my teammates. People do it all the time because you know what? It's pretty true. I wasn't going to succeed out there without my mom's support, or my boy Dustin being a clever boy right along with me."

  It sort of must have sucked to be Dustin. He had the initial touchdown, and he was the guy I was bouncing the ball back and forth with during our little trick play at the end. I got all the glory.

  So I was going to point that out. Maybe get him a higher pick too.

  Dustin rushed out under me, and handed me something. I threw an arm over his shoulder and smiled at the cameras. "This is Dustin Neilson. I want all the talent scouts to remember this ugly face when it comes time to draft. This is a man you want on your team. Clever as all hell, he kept the Train safe as Franklin tried to derail me, if you know what I mean." I winked.

  "You got this, man. Bring it home," Dustin said, giving me a solid punch in the arm. I nodded. I had finally discussed something with him, knowing that I would likely be dragged away from our sideline by celebration.

  "Yeah, yeah, teammates, Mom, apple pie, whatever. Those are all very good, but I want to call out something very special. I want to address some controversy and rumors that have been surrounding me. I don't know how much it's spread beyond AU, but damn, I'm just doing it now, because the whole world needs to know this."

  "What rumors would those be?" Blake leaned in.

  "Allegedly, that I was sleeping with one of my teachers."

  "Well, ESPN cares less about this, but we can always sell the footage to TMZ."

  "That's proactive thinking, I like it, Blake. Anyway, I want to say, yes, everything you've heard is absolutely true. I've been sleeping with one of my teachers. A damn sexy fine woman known as Stephanie Casey."

  I glanced up to where Stephanie was. I wanted to see her face when I did this. Even with the stupid sunglasses and scarf, I could see the shock she had. Her body language screamed it.

  "This might be wrong in the eyes of the school's rules and regulations, but you know what? I just don't care. This woman is my life. This woman inspired me more than anything else. I love this woman, and I want her to come right down here so I can share her with the world."

  "She's out there?"

  "Yes, she's in the crowd. Way up there. She's the one who's dressed up like she's trying to be invisible or something."

  The cameras shifted to way up in the stands. She was terrified. That much I knew.

  "Come on down, babe. Secret’s out. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore."

  Timidly she started her way down the stairs. I could tell she was scared shitless.

  I gave Blake his microphone back and rushed to the wall and met her as she reached the bottom. I swept her up, and spun her around in an embrace, missing the feeling of her body against mine after so damned long.

  The cameras, of course, followed me the entire way. I knew that this was too juicy of a story to pass up.

  "What – what the hell are you doing?" She asked, whispering to me.

  "Everyone," I said in a voice that was most definitely not whispering, "This is Stephanie."

  "What are you doing?" She repeated. "This is a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea."

  "Let's show the world that beautiful face of yours." I snatched away her hat, and her scarf. In futility, she tried to get them back from me, but they were long gone, and I snatched her sunglasses away from her too.

  "Give those back."

  "Why? There's some beauty that shouldn't be covered up." I looked into her eyes, and realized how much I had missed those two beautiful things, even if they seemingly stuck in a constant state of panic.

  "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God..."

  "This is the woman of my dreams. I didn't fall in love with her because she was my teacher. That had nothing to do with it. She's a perfect professional. No, I met her beforehand. Our love cares not for some stupid anti-fraternization rule."

  "Please, just tell me what the hell you're doing, Trevor. You're scaring the shit out of me."

  "Uh, yeah, beep that, Bob," Blake said. "Apologies for the young ones at home."

  Me? I ignored it and kept at what I wanted to do. I knew she was getting anxious as heck, so I realized I needed to calm her down.

  So I dropped down to a knee. I fished out the ring that I asked Dustin to go grab for me after we finished the last play.

  I didn't expect that my kneeling would freak her out even more, though.

  "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god..."

  "Lady, you are on network television right now, could you hold your tongue?"

  "Stephanie, ever since I met you, I've been invigorated with a clarity. An understanding. A desire for what's really important. What I'm out there playing for, what I'm risking my body for. It's for my future. It's for my family. It's for my love. It's love, Stephanie. If this isn't love, then I have no idea what is. Every second of every day I want you near and if you're not near, you infest my thoughts. This, babe, is why I need to make you mine, and I want the entire world to know it."

  God, she was trembling. She was going to have a heart attack if I didn't hurry up.

  "Marry me, Stephanie. Make it official. Let the world know our love is true."

  All the color drained from her face.

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  Stephanie

  Stephanie

  * * *

  What. Happening. I... don't even...

  I think I was struggling to process everything, and doing my damnedest not to faint on the spot.

  He was kneeling before me.

  It was a modest silver band. There was a small diamond on it. I didn't care about its monetary value. I didn't care about the object at all. It was all about what it meant.

  "Yes. Yes. Oh, God, yes." I said, instincts getting the absolute best of me before I could even properly think about it.

  Sometimes the snap reaction is the best reaction.

  It was absolute madness to do take his ring, and slide it onto my finger.

  Confirmation that everything we had been accused of was true. The cat was out of the bag, picked up, paraded around, given a name, and made into an international icon.

  The band firmly on my finger, he rushed up and grabbed me in an embrace again, holding me so strongly, so tightly.

  "I love you, babe. You're mine now. You're. f-... freakin' mine. Let's see them try to give us trouble when we're a happily married couple, eh?"

  Then he kissed me.

  It was sudden and strong, but it was the kiss of all kisses. No restraint, tongue deep into my mouth, there was absolutely no mistaking what this was now. It was love.

  Past Trevor's head, I saw the big screen hanging over the stadium. It was broadcasting our embrace.

  We were getting cheers for it, of all things. Loud ones at that.

  "Do it, Train. Take her all the way!" A shout from the crowd yelled out.

  Trevor just flashed them a smirk.

  "This is the woman I'll stand beside no matter what. And I know she'll be right there next to me as well, ready to support me, care for me, help me, and give me hell when I screw up. This is what I want more than anything. You're mine now, Stephanie, now and forever more."

  The cheers only grew louder as he went back in for another kiss. Chants of "Train! Train! Train!" echoed through the stadium. Even some of the Franklin fans were joining in, including the guy who explained to me how football works.

  How the hell did this all happen to me? A geeky little nerd?

  I was through questioning it.

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  Trevor

  Trevor

  * * *

 
Most of the team was going out to celebrate. Bars, then strip clubs, then more bars, and probably then more strip clubs.

  I was sure they would have the time of their life, for sure.

  Me, though? I was done with all of that.

  "That's the men's locker room though," Stephanie said as I guided her through the halls. "I'm not really into looking at all your teammates’ asses and dicks."

  "I know, my ass and dick is enough for you, huh?"

  "Well, yeah," she smiled back.

  "They're all gone. A quick shower, they're out to get the hero’s welcome at all the local bars, among other establishments. It's just you and me."

  "Okay." I walked over to a bench, and took off my jersey, tossing off the rest of my pads as well. It felt damn good to finally be rid of them.

  Stephanie was right there behind me massaging my shoulders.

  "Had me worried sick a few times during that game."

  "That's football, babe. I'll always come home in one piece though. Gotta stick together to have you and all."

  She laughed.

  "Keep going. God, your hands are better than any so-called professional."

  "You're just saying that because you know if I keep this up, you'll get a happy ending."

  "I already got a happy ending, babe. I got you."

  Her hands felt so wonderful as they moved over my shoulders and down my back. Football is pretty grueling and it takes a whole lot out of your body. A soft, healing touch like hers though, well, she could make it all better, and she didn't even have to kiss it.

  The kiss would be nice though.

  "So, you really think this stunt will get them off my back?"

  "Babe, think about it. We just had a big, public wedding proposal. If they can you now, they just look petty and too rigid with the rules. Even if they did? You think you'd have trouble scoring a new job after all this? Someone would hire you who didn't have shit for brains."

  "Just assumed I probably wanted to marry you, huh?"

  "You showed up to a football game you weren't even sure that I would be at just for the chance to see me. You're head over heels crazy for me, and since I asked to marry you in front of millions, I'm a fucking nutcase too."

  "We're all a little crazy, really," she mused. She stopped to stroke the ring for a moment. "Where did you get the ring? I didn't think you were a millionaire yet."

  "That was my grandmother's ring. She meant to give it to my mother, but she never really moved on after my so-called father ditched her. So I get to recycle it. Trust me, if it's not enough for you, I'll get you something with a gigantic fuck-off diamond when they sign me."

  "I don't need that. This is perfect. It's subtle. It's sleek. It's functional – for a ring, anyway. I like it. No, I love it."

  "That's why I love you, babe. No bullshit for you. Ah," I winced as she touched a sore spot on my side. Being hit by 300-pound men wasn't my idea of a good time, but it was an occupational hazard nonetheless.

  "Is this going to be normal?"

  "To a degree? Yeah."

  "Maybe I should have became a nurse like my Mom suggested."

  "You teach, babe. You're good at that."

  A lovely smirk from her, as she kept on working her way down my body. "You know, I'm going to ask the question that's been bugging me for a few minutes... why did you bring me to the locker room?"

  "It's pretty simple, really."

  "Hmm?"

  In a flash, I stood up, grabbed her, a hand on her ass, her pinned against a row of lockers. "With the boys gone, well, we have privacy in here, and I don't have to wait too long to take you."

  "So that's why, huh?"

  "I got balls heavy with two weeks of cum. I need you, babe. My imagination can't compete with really, truly having you to the fullest."

  A kiss. A deep, strong kiss. I pushed that stupid coat off her. I hurriedly pulled that sweatshirt off her and saw that she wasn't really dressing sexy for me. Just a plain blue bra.

  "Um, if I had known, I would have worn something with some lace..."

  "Just take it off and you'll be the sexiest thing on the planet."

  "Yes, sir." She unhooked it, dropping it down, and proving my point completely correct.

  "Now take everything else off. I want you, Stephanie. All of you. Bare, naked, and dripping wet for me."

  "I'm pretty sure I'm already that last one. You're not the only one who's been dealing with frustrations they haven't been able to cope with."

  "Seems like we should take care of that, huh?"

  Hurriedly, she was undoing her jeans and shoving them down her legs. There were granny panties there, and she was trying to hide them from me. It was her, Stephanie as Stephanie, honest and humble. Really, all of it was just cute as all hell and made me love her even more. There was just a genuineness about it. A confidence in her lack of confidence, which didn't make sense but still made sense at the same time.

  Love was fucking crazy like that.

  I rushed down my own clothes, dropping trou, kicking off my pads, shoes, soon we were both naked as the day we were born, stumbling into the showers. Hey, shower sex in a regular bathroom was pain in the ass. Here, though, well, we had a whole lot of room as hot, steamy water poured down on us.

  For me, it helped soothe the aches. Even without their comfort though, I would have powered through them for Stephanie. Fuck, I could be beaten to an inch of my very life and my cock would still get rock hard for her.

  She was already moaning for me, just from the slightest touch. Too long without me, and I knew that her poor body would scream with the slightest touch of mine, and as I tickled her nipple, she sang for me. Massaging them, kneading them, her breasts were so damn perfect.

  Were they bigger than I remembered? They felt bigger than I remembered.

  You aren't supposed to be able to improve upon perfect, but fuck, Stephanie managed to do it anyway.

  With her solidly pressed against the shower's wall, we shared another lip to lip embrace before I started to lower myself down her body. Kissing her neck, her breasts, feeling those tender needing nipples. Across that wonderfully soft belly, before dropping down on my knees to her valley. The wondrous pussy of Stephanie, how I missed its taste.

  Taking her legs over my shoulders, I didn't waste much time before sliding my tongue across that yearning clit.

  I felt her shudder against me, but I kept going. Feeling that unique wetness that she had, that wasn't entirely water, but it was the proof that her desire for me and what I could do to her was so fucking strong.

  Lapping at her pussy, fingering her, I started toward a rhythm and I stuck to it. I wanted her screaming. I wanted to hear her echo through the hallways. I wanted the world to hear her cries, even if they thought such things inappropriate.

  I felt like a crazed maniac. My hands roaming up her body, going to her breasts, squeezing them, going down her arms, her sides, her ass, those wonderful thighs and down to her toes. I wasn't a foot fetish guy by any stretch, but fuck if Stephanie's didn't do me something fierce anyway.

  Experiencing all of her was my absolute goal. She was mine, and I wanted to know everything about my new toy. Knowing how sucking on her clit made her gasp, squeezing her ass made her laugh seductively. My playground, my toy, my woman.

  My tongue roamed the entirety of her sex as well. Pressing through her folds, and jutting it in deep. Those breathless gasps of hers echoing through the shower room even through the pitter-patter of the water.

  She was sliding up the wall, her hands struggling to find anything. My hair was an acceptable thing, with her damn near pulling it out. The random knobs of the shower. Her moans became more ragged, irregular as she coped with my oral assault. Occasionally she'd do the cute little porn star thing of grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, because the poor little slut inside her wasn't getting enough stimulation from me alone.

  Pure, real, no-bullshit woman. Fuck, that's why she was so delicious on my tongue at that moment. How she str
uggled to look down on me with those helpless eyes, overwhelmed with everything I was doing to her. The cute way she was nibbling on her bottom lip when her mouth wasn't hanging open singing my praises. The way she squirmed, all from my simple licks. It was a rush all its own.

  She had turned me from reluctant pussy eater to someone who would do this shit every time he got the chance.

  "Fuck, Trevor, please... Jesus, hold..." She was incoherent again. I took the translation as 'No, Don't Stop, keep going, yes like that'. I'd learned how to speak Nearing-Orgasm-Stephanie in the course of our previous encounters.

  It wasn't to say I hadn't eaten pussy in the past. Which is why I knew why she was truly something special. Her damn pussy contracted around my tongue as she screamed out in orgasm, her body shaking under my grasp. Most girls couldn't do that, but Stephanie wasn't most girls.

  She held on for dear life as I watched the orgasm assault her. Watching her cum like that, well, it only made me wish I could cum just as hard.

  There was only one way that I would be able to come like that, though.

  Even as she struggled with what had hit her, I rose to my feet, softly caressing that clit, helping her milk everything she could out of the climax she just experienced.

  Those soft eyes of her looked almost scared. "I need to fuck you now. I'm going to blow my load all over the floor if I don't."

  I shared another innocent kiss with her, a small token in the sea of sin that we were in.

  Picking her up, she was light as a feather with the adrenaline of need pumping through me. My cock was ready to erupt, me rubbing it outside her clit, my hands firmly on her ass, her back against the wall, my chest against her breasts.

  Without much more delay, I impaled her all the way on my cock.

  God, this is what heaven was.

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