The Quarterback Wore Panties (Part 1)

The Chrysler 300 crunched up the gravel driveway and stopped out the front of an opulent Massachusetts home. Nick Franklin had visited here a number of times before, but had still never gotten used to Ted’s wealth. Or rather, his parents’ wealth. Yes, being the son of a senator; no less than Edward ‘Teddy’ Covington II, sure had its perks.

Nick pulled on the handbrake and glanced in the rear-view mirror, surreptitiously making sure that he looked the part. He was desperately hoping that Sara would join them for movie night. Ted had joshed him about not hitting on his baby sister, but the plain truth was that even thinking of Sara gave him an instant boner.

‘Baby sis’ was by now a cute brunette in her early twenties, studying while living at home. With a home like this, why not? Sara’s long legs and perfectly rounded ass had tormented him throughout his youth, yet she grew hotter every time that he saw her. (Un)fortunately that was less and less often these days.

The youngest Covington had never shown a firm sign of interest but she’d never given him the brush off either. It was as if both of them had been waiting for the other to make the first move, not wanting to open up to rejection. Or maybe he was imagining the whole thing. Maybe she’d never even thought twice about him.

Nick licked his finger and combed back a lock of his blond hair, practicing a smooth grin. His corn-flower blue eyes and athlete’s physique meant he seldom went short of attention, but Sara was a class-act and he always got clammy when she was around.

After pretty much flaming out in college, he’d been lucky enough to score a professional contract with the Patriots, but it hadn’t been going so well lately. Nick definitely needed to lift his game if he was going to be retained next season and he had no Plan B if he wasn’t.

Yep, here he was; mid-twenties now and still winging it. Of course, Ted had gone direct from college to Harvard and was now working for one of daddy’s friends. And he still lived here, rent free! With Sara! The lucky bastard.

Nick checked his cell. It was seven pm, so he should probably head in. The quarterback was filled with a mixture of emotions; excitement at seeing Ted again after too long, giddy anticipation at the chance of seeing Sara and sheer dread at the possibility of seeing Teddy senior. It was just that he always got nervous around Ted’s dad.

Nick got out of his car, grabbing his phone and a gift bag. He locked up as he walked headed up the white-washed staircase to the grand front door. There was a back lit bell push and a grand door knocker. Nick weighed up the options before choosing the bell push.

Inside he heard a muffled tune ringing out; it sounded like a version of “All Hail to Massachusetts”, the state song. He really hoped that it wasn’t.

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Sara’s bedroom was feminine without being girly. The young brunette lay forward on her vast bed, chin cupped in her hands as she watched a Porn-tube clip on a laptop. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, sharp emerald eyes intently watching the screen. She was topless and lay with her knees bent, her feet up and ankles crossed above her butt.

All that she wore was a pleated black skirt, which managed to reach about halfway down her tanned thighs before giving up. Other than that, a clean blue blouse on a hanger had been flung alongside her on the white linen.

On the laptop screen, a very toned and very tattooed stud relaxed on a bear-skin rug, while a young platinum blond teased at his erection with her stockinged toes. A watermark in the corner of the screen read “Pantie Queen” in stylized lettering.

Somewhere downstairs the doorbell went off, playing its god-awful tune.

She waited long moments for the housekeeper answer before remembering that it was Tina’s night off.

“Mom! Theodore!” she called, but there was no answer. Sara muttered, sitting up abruptly and throwing on her blouse hurriedly. She hated that damn song and whoever had arrived downstairs, she was pretty sure it wasn’t for her.

There it went again. She hurried from the room, cursing under her breath.

Sara bounded down the vast circular marble staircase, buttoning her blouse as she went. She finally arrived at the front door, flinging it open before that dreadful tune boomed out again.

Nick towered above her on the stoop, his cell in his hand. Sara stood back-lit in the doorway, chandelier light shining through her tousled hair, her blouse half-unbuttoned. By the looks of it she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She blushed, “Shit! Nick Franklin!?” she smiled, “I, uh, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“I was just about to call Ted,” Nick said, sliding his phone back into his jacket. ”Nice to see you again too, Sara. It’s been too long.”

She ushered him in awkwardly. Ted bounded down the stairs, “Don’t worry sis, I got this,” he called ahead, stopping when he saw her at the door. “Unique look! Were you getting ready to go out? Don’t tell me you forgot about movie night?”

Sara casually brushed a hand through her shoulder length hair, “I, uh, did,” she said, her soft green eyes taking in Nick’s hunky frame, clad in tight blue jeans and a classic gray V-cut tee. “But, I guess I could stay.”

Ted pushed past his sister to give Nick a hug.