Sorry guys, insecurities had me on a leash. =8

And don’t worry about the boys, I have something different in mind for them =)


Whata Week-Locker Room

I was beaten last night and so was Zach and Micah for some unknown reason again, but their whoopin’ was only about fifteen seconds, but as a result my body is more than sore.
I wore long sleeves to school and Rob hated to see it on our way to school. Everyone else was too focused on the ring on my finger to care about the long sleeves. Temporarily I’m lying saying that I got it from my dead grandmother.
My current status with my boys is getting more intense. They slept with me again and this time I fount comfort in their bodies to help my sores and pressed them close to me. They softly petted my bruises, but once their hard-ons came on they explored my boobs- that were bruised too, but they were afraid at first to touch them. I pretended I didn’t notice and they touched them freely, rubbing on them softly with their soothing soft hands that helped my breasts cooled down a bit. (Any father that would hit his daughter in the breast is sick- even though I was fighting back so…) I became wet again that night by their touches, but it wasn’t as intense as to when Robbie touches me and because of that it was him who I dreamed of touching me.

Monday. After school. I was sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers, closest to the bench and the football players. This seat belongs to me, it always has since Rob joined the football team. His girlfriend usually sits next to me, but this time it’s just me- his girlfriend and his parents.

I’m wearing his jersey, something I always where at his games, my long sleeve under it. He’s number 26, my birthday I realized, and their colors are black and gray, home of the wolves.

All the other football player’s girlfriends wear them too, but I guess I’m the only proud one to wear it since I’m the only in the front row. But I was proud to wear it even when we were just friends too, when he got his jersey he gave one to me and his current girlfriend then.

We’re up by 14 and we have the ball again, the game is already over, the guy in the booth is playing a fat lady singing.

The coach took Rob out the game because he played all the runs up till now and scored at least half the points. Rob is sitting backwards not even looking at the game but at me, smiling and sweating like the sexy, handsome, beautiful star, hunk, and fiance he is.

He gets up and walks over, half the girls gasp and some half yell, probably seeing him as the star he is. He leans against the rail and smiles up at me and I smile back. He reaches through the rail and grabs my hand pulling me softly till our lips met and the girls behind me reaction was just hilarious. He deepened the kiss and then, wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me over the railing and I let him. I drop into his arms and his lips don’t leave mine, most of the audience was on us, but I was oblivious to them, even the cheering.

He carries me back to the bench and sits me on his lap still kissing me. His team checking me out, about 4 of them I dated and dumped. I release the kiss and lay my head on his shoulder, taking in his smell that was so salty, but sooo sexy. The crowd went into a ‘aw’ when they saw me cradled in Rob’s arms, like something you hear out of the movies and everyone came out laughing. It feels like Rob proposed to me again in front of everyone and he basically sent the message when he took the ring from out my pocket and slipped it back on my finger, kissing me as he did.


We won of course. We beat this high school every year. Everyone left and the players are in the locker room, I’m waiting outside the doors. They always come out the same time, and they always give me eyes when they come out, but instead when they came out they gave me pats on the back. When everyone was gone, Rob wasn’t with them. I waited a few more minutes then hesitantly knocked on the locker room door.

“Robbie. Come on I’m getting hungry” I tell the door and I skipped lunch because we usually go out to eat together after a game.

The door flew open, Robbie yanks me in and shuts the door, locking it. He pulls me into a hug, his boner stabbing my stomach. He was still sweaty, but now naked, and sweating from head to toe, baking in the locker room heat and baking in his own hotness.

“You were keeping me waiting” he says and back steps still he hits the bench and sits down, keeping me standing up.

“Robbie”, I sigh looking at his stiff buddy, but smile in the end.

“Come on, I just won my football game.”

“And I’m going to pay for the food” I tell him pulling him by the arm, but he doesn’t budge.

“Come on. I always wanted to do it in the locker room.” he pleaded. I sigh and look at his throbbing monster pointing at me, begging at me too. He pulls me down and kisses me softly, “Come on. We’re graduating in two more weeks,” he pulls away and smiles at me, “lets leave our marks.” I look at him and see the plea in his eyes and he’s not even pressuring me, just asking me to do this for him, with him. A smile ran across my face as I sat in his lap.

“You owe me” I tell him and he smiles kissing me again and sliding his hand up my leg to where my jeans unbuckle.