I liked big and powerful looking men. It always turned me on at the thought of them taking charge in the bedroom and engaging me in rough and dirty sex. I felt a little flushed at the thought.
We waited in the tunnel and watched as photographers and reporters tried to catch players for quick interviews. I was getting bored when finally out came David wearing a t-shirt bearing his teams logo with a team ball cap on turned to the back. He was accompanied by two teammates.
“Do you guys mind if a couple of my teammates join us?” he said pointing to the two large men standing behind him.
These guys were rather cute as well. I was starting to think this may be the best looking team in the league.
I of course spoke up first.
“Sure why not.”
Stacy looked at me and shook her head. She knew me long enough to know what I wanted so badly and what made me speak up so quickly.
She didn’t really approve of my lifestyle. It was another place that we differed. She was much more conservative than I was settling with one man right out of college.
I didn’t like being tied down. My fascination for sex was way too powerful for me to just be satisfied with only one man in my bed.
I tried being in a relationship with a guy but it ended when he caught me giving head to his best friend. He was devastated and I felt so bad. I didn’t like the feeling and I didn’t want to hurt anyone else. I didn’t trust myself to be faithful.
I can’t say that I have never been in love. My last boyfriend I loved, but Stacey said sleeping with his best friend did not constitute love. So, maybe I don’t know what love is after all.
It’s something that I want to have in my life but I understand that I am too damaged for a normal relationship. Can’t I just find a boyfriend that will let me sleep with other men? I doubt that will ever happen.
The guys agreed to meet us at the diner down the street where they like to go after every home game. I didn’t necessarily like the food but David loved this place so that is where we were headed yet again.
After hopping in Stacy’s car, we weaved our way through traffic and arrived at the diner. When the owner saw us he waved us on and we made our way to the booth where we always sat.
There were quite a few people there but the owner was a friend of Stacey and David’s family and he always kept this booth free for us after home games. It was a large booth so it accommodated us all.
It was like your average typical diner. It tried to resemble the old school ones with the red and white booths and waitresses in fifties uniforms.
We were there for a couple of minutes before the guys arrived loud and boisterous. They squeezed into the booth that once seemed big but now was very tight with these three huge men.
We all sat in a row. I ended up between David and one of the guys named Jonas. Stacey sat between David and John. The last player Tim was on the end next to John.
Jonas was very attractive. He had dark skin and a bald head. He was huge though coming in at 6’5” 300lbs. I think he was a defensive end for the team.
Seconds after the guys took their seats, a server arrived at our table to take everyone’s order. I thought David could eat a lot. After a while the food arrived and there was no room on the table for mine and Stacey’s dinner. They all ordered three different entrées. John was no joke either. He had enough to feed himself and Stacey.
I watched the guys eat with amazement. While they ate, they discussed the game and the start of the new season.
“I think Brody is going to get cut before the regular season starts,” Jonas said shoveling more food in his mouth.
“Either him or Michaels. They can’t let the quarterback get sacked like that,” David added.
Eventually the conversation landed on me. Tim who had been staring at me the whole time finally asked the question I knew was on his mind.
“So what are you?” he asked licking his fingers.
“I’m human,” I said smiling.
David and Jonas laughed.
“You know what I mean. Are you black or white or…what?”
I leaned back in the booth and smiled.
I get asked this question quite often. Most people have a hard time telling what race I am. I didn’t think that it mattered. Stacey wanted to know when we first met yet she was too afraid to ask.
I put her out of her misery and told her about my parents. My mother is black and my father is white though I never knew him.
According to my mother he didn’t want his conservative parents or his wife to know that he was messing around with a black girl on the side. What more evidence would there be than a baby. He wanted her to get an abortion and she refused.
That is when she decided to pawn me off on her husband who didn’t necessarily want kids. That led to problems that I could not begin to explain nor would I want to.
“I’m mixed black and white,” I said taking a sip of my drink.
“I knew you had some black in you, I just didn’t know what else.”
Stacey started to talk about the upcoming football season changing the subject. I silently thanked her. I was afraid the next question would be about my parents and I did not want to talk about them.
I started to focus on my food and listened as Tim started to tell crazy locker room stories that involved the three men at the table. I listened intently until I felt a hand on my knee. I was wearing a skirt so the cool hand on my bare leg was a shock.
I looked up at Jonas and he smiled at me licking his lips. I looked around to see if anyone noticed. They were all engaged in their conversation.
His hand began to travel further up my leg. For my own female decency I should have removed his hand but it had been a couple of days since I had a man in my bed. I had to admit I was pretty horny and that clouded my judgment. That always seemed to happen come to think about it.
I opened my legs a little further to grant him access. I tried to look normal and stifle the gasp that tried to escape from my lips when his fingers reached my soaked panties. He stroked my pussy through my panties for a minute until I could not take it anymore.
I gave him my most seductive look carefully though. I didn’t want anyone else to notice what was going on between us. He smiled and I motioned toward the bathrooms. He caught on and I excused myself grabbing my purse and walked as calmly as I could toward the restrooms.
When I reached them, I turned to see if he followed me. I was not disappointed. His big strong hands pushed me into the men’s room. There was an elderly man inside washing his hands. When we burst through the door he quickly dried his hands and rushed past us.
Jonas hurriedly looked under every stall before he grabbed my hand and pulled me into one. It was a wonder how we both fit in there. I hung my purse on the stall door and immediately grabbed for him.
We instantly began to kiss and his tongue fought furiously to find mine. When they met it was electric and I just could not help myself. I placed my hand on his bald head and delighted in stroking it.
His fingers began to trace a path up my thigh and under my skirt. We continued to kiss as he slid my panties to the side with his finger and plunged them inside of my wet pussy. He shoved three fingers in stretching me. My breath caught in my throat as large fingers fucked me.
“You like that baby. You like daddy’s fingers in your pussy?”
I’m not sure how he thought one fuck session constituted him being called ‘Daddy’. Men just always wanted to be in control. I normally would have something smart to say but I decided to give him a pass for the moment.
His fingers in my pussy felt amazing!
“Oh,” I said reaching down to undo the buckle on his belt.
“Oh, you want daddy’s dick,” he said fueling his own ego.
He didn’t need any help from me.
I finally fought in this cramped space through his belt, zipper and boxers to release his dick.
Needless to say, I was not impressed. I’m assuming he had to sacrifice something to gain in other areas. I tried to hide my disappointment as I stroked him.
“
Mmm
…,” he moaned.
The bathroom stall was too small for me to do what I wanted so we continued to kiss and stroke each other. Suddenly he tried to maneuver me until he was on his knees and I had one leg propped up on the toilet. I had to take my panties off in order to accomplish this.
He used this position to get up close and personal with my pussy. His tongue was warm when it parted my dripping slit.
I threw my head back banging it on the wall of the stall. I didn’t really care. He may have had a small dick but his tongue made up for that.
He hungrily lapped at me. I was so amazed at how hard he was going to make me come. Suddenly he stopped and tried to stand. He was like a bull in a china shop banging around in there.
When he was finally able to stand he turned me around and angled me across the toilet. My skirt was up and my panties were on the floor.
I stopped him.
“Wait, do you have a condom?” I asked.
He sighed.
“No. I just ate your pussy. I’m not worried about you having anything.”
I laughed.
“So what! I’m worried about you having something.”
He let go of me obviously frustrated.
“Look, I’m an athlete. I get physicals all the time. I’m clean!”
Like, I was going to take his word for it.
I turned back around and reached behind him for my purse hanging on the hook. In a zippered pocket inside I had a stash of condoms that I carry around with me.
“Good thing I come prepared,” I said smiling, handing him the condom and resuming my bent over position over the toilet.
I heard him opening it up and struggling in the tiny space to put it on. When he was done he didn’t hesitate to easily slide his tiny dick into my warm and wet cunt.
I barely felt a thing.
Yet he was pounding away. Though his dick was small, he was huge and his pounding kept knocking my head into the wall.
After a few minutes, I felt him grip my ass. He came hard moaning so loudly I was afraid someone from the restaurant would come running in believing someone was in danger.
He pulled out and removed the condom. Without a word I squeezed past him, grabbing my purse, opening the stall door and exiting the bathroom.
I left my panties on the floor.
Outside the bathroom I composed myself, straightened my clothes and made my way back over to the table.
When I returned, I wondered if anyone was suspicious. Stacy and Tim were talking. She was once again telling embarrassing stories about David.
It seemed everything was alright until I noticed David staring at me. His steel blue eyes were looking my body up and down. I could feel that he knew. We locked eyes and he raised one eyebrow. There was a hint of anger in his blue eyes.
I looked away and tried to join into Stacy’s conversation. Jonas returned to the table still looking a little flushed.
I would have bet money that David Castor and I would never be anything but friends. I would have bet my entire life’s savings on that one.
It was easy to take that bet when he was a 14 year old kid. At that age, he was like a brother to me. I never saw him as much more than a friend and Stacey’s cute little brother.
Then he started to come into his own. It was hard to deny that he turned into a strong sexy man. His blue eyes when trained on any woman could melt their heart and their resolve.
I always thought that I was immune to him even when his young boy teasing turned into grown man sexual innuendos.
I had to be immune. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Sex could do that. Most people were not like me. They couldn’t separate sex and emotions.
In this case, I didn’t know if I could either especially since I already loved David. I loved him like a brother but was afraid that it was growing into something more.
I loved being around Stacey and her family and I knew Stacey would not approve of a relationship between David and me. It didn’t help that she knew my track record for cheating on men.
If I let David break me, I could lose what I had with his family. Love and affection. Something I never had at home.
Yet it seemed that no matter how hard I tried. I thought a little less of him as a brother and more about making him mine every day.
I could see now that he was not that same 14 year old boy I met 10 years ago. He was a strong, sexy, rich and powerful man.
I guess I wasn’t as immune as I thought. I’m glad that I didn’t take that bet. I would have lost a whole lot of fucking money.