by Unknown
“Lynn, its for you.” Her father handed her the phone, while not taking his eyes from the television screen.
“Who is it?” No one called her here. No one had the number. He father said nothing as she took the phone from him. “Hello?”
“Hey.” She knew who it was. Her stomach tightened and her heart caught in her throat. She turned back toward the television and watched as a smile spread across Alceo’s face just for her.
“Hey.” A second before she got her hopes up, she snapped back to reality. This was Alceo and he was calling her during a game. This was the same guy that had gotten head from Jasmine in the locker room after spending the morning with her. This was Alceo Russell. “Why are you calling me?”
She watched as he hesitated a second before beginning. “I’m sorry. You told me the girl was nuts, and I didn’t listen. I promise you that I didn’t do the things you think I did – when you think I did them. I swear, and I can prove it. I miss you. It’s not the same without you here. Tell me you’ll give me another chance.”
Galynn wanted to believe. I mean really, who would call during a nationally televised football game? This had to count for something didn’t it?
“Okay.” She was at a loss for words.
“Okay? That’s it? Will you come back to me? I will call you every morning and every night until you do. I will make it up to you, I promise. I will prove it to you.”
Galynn could feel her father’s eyes boring into her as he listened along with the whole world as Alceo spoke to her on the phone.
“Okay.” She truly didn’t know what else to say.
“Thanks, baby. I’ve got a game to win.”
“Try to hold onto the ball this time,” she said with a smile in her voice.
Alceo stared into the camera for another beat before hanging up the phone and handing it back to Heather. “Thanks, Heather,” he shouted as he started to jog towards the locker room with a big goofy grin plastered on his face.
Galynn hung up the phone and watched open-mouthed as Heather fired questions at Alceo as she jogged after him. “Who was that? What’s her name? What is it you were supposed to have done? How will this change your game plan for today?”
Alceo ignored her as he winked one last time at the camera then disappeared into the tunnel.
“The reason you came home, that boy…what did you say his name was?” Her father was staring at her.
“Dad, don’t look at me like that.”
Her father looked back at the television then back at Galynn. “Seriously? Wow kid. Russell.” He clapped her hard on the shoulder. “Holy shit.” He rose from the couch and walked into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.
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The rest of the game passed in a blur. Coach was beyond pissed at him for being late to the halftime strategy meeting. Alceo knew it was his fault and didn’t try to place the blame anywhere else. He promised his coach his head was in the game now. He apologized to his team and told them how they were going to win.
The game progressed as Alceo had said it would. When the team emerged from the tunnel again at the end of half-time, Heather and a slew of other reporters tried to stop him to talk more about his phone call, but he would just smile and tell them that he had a game to win.
“I don’t know what you did, bro, but I’m glad you did it,” Will said to him when they were back in the huddle.
“I called her.”
“What? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you with your mouth guard in.”
“You heard me,” Alceo said after spitting his mouthpiece into his hand. “I called her. I wrote down the number you gave me,” Alceo pointed to the play card on his wrist and smiled.
“Wow. The balls on you, dude.” The other guys in the huddle were shocked.
Alceo smiled. “Let’s have some fun.”
His team didn’t hold the first half against him. It was hard, but they managed to do it. Without having to worry about Galynn, Alceo was able to focus and do what he did best. He just wished she had been here to see it in person. He threw two touchdowns to a couple of freshmen, ran one in and handed the ball off to Will for another. Seventy-three rushing yards for the guy on that one touchdown- things had definitely turned around.
What he hadn’t expected was how many reporters would be trying to get ahold of him after the game. Not only had they finished the season with an amazing record, but they were off to the Daisy Bowl. Then the NFL Draft. But first, he had to get through all the questions and hopefully see Galynn.
He smiled sweetly at Heather when she tried to corner him on his way back to the locker room. It was impossible to hear her because the roar of the crowd was so loud. She tried to keep up with his long strides as he headed off the field.
“So, Alceo, how does it feel to have just come back from a twenty-eight deficit and win the big game for your team?”
“It feels amazing.”
“Who is it that you called? Was that some motivation for you to get your head back in the game?”
“It sure was, Heather.” He winked at her and picked up his pace. The security guards stopped her from entering the tunnel.
He wished he could have remembered the second half of the game, but really it passed too quickly, but he had gotten the job done nonetheless.
The locker room exploded when he walked in. Coach tried to hand him the game ball, but he waived it off. He tossed it to Will. He deserved it.
“Alceo, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t let it happen again.” His coach was a big bear of a man. For half a second, Alceo was terrified, until his coach cracked a smile. “I hope she was worth it.”
“Definitely.”
Coach clapped him on the back and smirked. “I hope so. You are never going to hear the end of this. What were you thinking?”
“That I had to do something drastic.”
“You got balls kid. Next time sort all this shit out before kick-off, Okay?”
“Yes sir.” His coach nodded and walked away.
After the adrenaline rush left him, Alceo was exhausted and all he wanted to do was go back to his room and hit the sack. Unfortunately, the aches in his body wouldn’t let him, and neither would the press. After every nationally televised game they had to hold a press conference. Trying to put it off as long as he could, he spent an hour in the ice bath and another twenty minutes on the table with the therapist working his shoulder, wrist and back.
Relaxed, but exhausted, his shuffled into the shower. He wasn’t in there as long as he would have liked, but he got the job done. The team manager was rushing him out, trying to get him to the press conference on time. Alceo changed his clothes and popped a couple of ice packs into his bags.
He pulled his Celt hat a little lower on his head and stepped into the Press Room. He waited until he was seated in front of the mic to pay any of the reporters any attention.
“How does this win feel for your team?” Someone shouted out.
“It feels great. Granted, it could have been a little neater, but hey, a win is a win.” He knew the drill by now, even though he hated all the stupid and redundant questions.
“You’re next stop is the Daisy Bowl. With a win there, you will most certainly be a shoe in for the Heisman. How does it feel?”
“Honestly, I haven’t thought about it. It’s all about taking it one game at a time. After the Daisy Bowl is over, then I think about other things.”
“Do you mean to say that you haven’t thought about the NFL Draft either?” Someone else shouted out.
“I haven’t. I can only get there by doing everything else correctly.”
“Does that include calling your girlfriend on national television?” Alceo didn’t bother to correct Heather when she chimed in.
“It sure does.”
“What’s her name?”
“Galynn.”
“Where did you meet her?” Heather clearly had time to get her shit together since the last time she bombarded him with questions.
“Okay guys, isn’t this supposed to be about football?” He coach asked as he jumped in.
“It was, until Alceo called his girlfriend on national television from my cell phone.”
“Young love makes no sense,” he replied as he pulled Alceo from his chair and shoved him toward the door.
“Oh, its love is it?” Heather asked.
“All right guys, the quarterback is tired, how about we let him rest.”
The walk back to his room was uneventful. The game had ended hours ago, and the rest of his team was off at a party celebrating their victory. Alceo honestly just wanted to go to sleep – and see Galynn. When would he see her again? Would she call him? He was too tired to think about it.
He slid his key into the lock and pushed his way into his room. He pulled off his hat, shrugged out of his jacket and dropped his bag.
He turned to his bed and was staring at a figure lying on his bed. For a half second, he thought it was Jasmine, but then he recognized the curls. It was Galynn. And she was asleep. Really? He thought, she’s asleep?
Smiling like a fool, he pulled off his clothes, grabbed an ice pack and set it on his nightstand and climbed into bed. He tried his best not to wake her, but he was just too big get into his bed unnoticed.
Galynn stirred as he wiggled up against her. Her eyes opened as his lips pressed to hers.
“When did you get here?”
“A few minutes ago.”
“What took you so long?” She asked she rose up on her elbow to look at him.
“Post-game press conference and treatments.”
“Oh,” she said looking annoyed. “If I had known it was going to take you this long to get back, I wouldn’t have nearly killed myself trying to beat you back here.
Alceo kissed her again. “We won the game,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.
“I know. I was listening to it on ESPN radio. I really wanted this to be a surprise, but I fell asleep. So much for that.”
Alceo kissed her on her frowning lips in hopes of turning it into a smile.
“Believe me, it was a surprise. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
Alceo snaked his arms around Galynn under the sheets. He was feeling a lot of bare skin. He raised his eyebrow at her.
“What? It’s just my underwear.” She replied shyly.
“Nothing,” he said. “I am really, really glad you’re here. Jasmine made up the date stamp on the photo. I swear it. If you want I can take you to the locker room right now to show that the lockers and the paint in there is all different. They changed the paint like three months ago. There is no way that picture was taken when the date says it was.”
“I believe you.” Galynn moved closer to Alceo.
“Really? Because we can go right now if you want.” Alceo wasn’t lying. He wanted nothing more than for her to believe him.
“Any guy that calls someone on national television to say he’s sorry is okay in my book.”
Alceo attacked Galynn with his mouth. A moan came from deep within Alceo when their lips touched. Her tongue parted his lips with a passion that made her legs shake. Their tongues began to play together in a new rhythm, one of passion and need on both their parts. Alceo’s hands moved to Galynn’s hair as he tried to pull her closer to him still.
Forgetting that for half a football game he had very large men mashing him into the dirt, Alceo gasped in pain when he pulled Galynn with him as she rolled onto his back.
“Am I too heavy?” Galynn genuinely looked worried.
“No,” he smiled at her. “You aren’t too heavy, I was just run over by several three hundred pound trucks tonight.”
“Oh,” Galynn replied as she moved more to his side. “Where does it hurt?”
“My shoulder.” Galynn kissed his shoulder gently.
“Where else?” Alceo liked this game. He pointed to his lips. She kissed him there too. She was so beautiful. She still had her glasses hanging off the tip of her nose as she leaned closer to kiss his lips again.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he ran his fingers through her curls. He kissed her lips as her face heated.
“Where else does it hurt? I wanna make it better.” He pointed to his chest. He watched as Galynn peeled back the sheets and tasted the flesh of his chest. Her tongue danced hotly across his skin as she left a trail of fire across his chest.
He pointed to his belly button, and had to grit his teeth as her tongue dipped into his flesh and teased him there.
“Is that it?” He shook his head. He motioned for her to move lower, and she did. He could feel her hot breath pulsing over his cock.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with this,” she commented has she fished his cock from his boxers.
“Trust me, it’s hurting real, real bad.”
“And how would you like me to fix it?”
Alceo had to refrain from growling. He wanted to stuff his cock in her mouth and make her feel it in her throat. She was teasing him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. “Suck it.”
What started out as a game quickly had him loosing his mind.
“Just a taste,” she said as she ran her tongue along the length of his hardness. “Just a taste,” Galynn said as she slipped the head of his cock between her lips. She gripped his thighs, opening her jaw as his cock slammed into the back of her throat. Galynn couldn’t help but moan over him, looking up into his eyes as he pulled all the way out and rubbed the tip over her full, swollen lips.
Her hand jerked his shaft in a tight twisting fist as her mouth engulfed the angry red tip. Her eyes drank in the natural tan of his smooth skin, the nest of dark hair that tickled her nose as he held the back of her head and filled her mouth with his length.
“Come here.” It wasn’t a demand Galynn was about to refuse. Galynn slid up his body, and Alceo’s hands were on Galynn’s breasts and pushing into her panties at the same time. His lips came down on hers at the same second his fingers plunged inside her. Galynn’s mouth came open on a cry as Alceo’s tongue thrust inside, tangling with hers, stroking and coaxing it to pleasure, just as his fingers were doing to the inside of her cunt. His thumb sought and found her clit, which he started rubbing in a circular motion.
The pressure was building inside Alceo, and he could tell the pressure was building inside her as well. He could feel the pump of blood in her clit struggle against his teasing thumb while her inner walls contracted around his thrusting fingers. It felt like an electrical charge was building insider her clit, which finally exploded as Alceo swallowed her cries with his lips.
