Looking to Score(34)

Oakley didn’t pressure me. He pulled away after a lingering look and nodded. Just like that. I set a boundary, and he didn’t argue, didn’t protest or try to make me feel bad for ending our steamy make out session. It was something I’d never experienced.

I instantly missed the warm pressure of Oakley’s body pressed against mine, but this was how it had to be. I couldn’t fail. I couldn’t fuck this up. I also couldn’t stop thinking about the sensation of Oakley’s fully erect cock against my thigh. I took a breath and smoothed out my clothes and hair, even though it was so dark nobody would be able to see the wrinkles in my shirt or the faint redness on my face from Oakley’s stubble.

“Umm, after you, fearless leader,” I tried to say confidently.

“Fearless leader. I like that,” he chided playfully—not even a hint of frustration in his voice. He put his hand on the small of my back to guide me back onto the path. Such a simple gesture made me feel so fucking safe. I wasn’t even scared of the ghosts. Just kidding, I was totally still scared of the ghosts. But, at least with Oakley here, they might go for him first.

As we made it back onto the path, we could hear Heath and Kyle still frantically looking for me, and it made us both laugh.

“What the fuck, man, where did she go?” Heath yelled.

“How am I supposed to know? You pussies left me back there!” I heard another voice that had to be Ryan’s shout. Good. I’m glad they found Ryan. I felt kind of bad for him all by himself out there.

“So what happens now?” I asked Oakley. “I mean, is the game over? Did I win? Did they lose? Do the freshmen lose and have to dress up like Queen B and put on a show in the quad?”

“Whoa, slow down! For someone who didn’t even want to be here, you suddenly care an awful lot,” Oakley teased. “No, the game is not over yet. You cannot win, you’re a ball. They haven’t lost because the game isn’t over yet. And why would they have to dress up like Beyoncé?”

Damn. I really wanted to win. I also really wanted my own private Beyoncé concert.

“Time out is over, and since you so easily lost the fucking ball,” Oakley began while giving the guys a pointed stare, “you all get to carry her the rest of the way. And by my calculations, you have about four miles left. Don’t lose the ball. Protect it at all costs. Always be looking to score.”

That last line made me choke on a snicker. We almost scored in the woods just now.

I dared any of them to groan about carrying me. Now was not the time for fat jokes. “Yes, sir,” Heath replied, quickly followed by the others, no complaint in sight. Damn. This team was a cult.

Oakley turned to me with a smirk barely visible in the night sky. “See you in the end zone, Solver.”





16





It took the guys a little less than an hour to get to the finish line. Between the pitch black night and them having to carry me the whole time, they weren’t super fast. Although they did try very hard. I found it really funny how much they wanted to impress Oakley. And to their credit, my feet never once touched the ground. Even when they passed me back and forth, they held me with one arm under my knees and one under my neck, kind of like a really big baby.

Ryan was the one who crossed the finish line with me over his shoulder, fireman style. He set me down gently, and managed to do it without fondling me. I started dancing wildly in place and yelled, “TOUCHDOWN!”

The guys all burst out laughing and looked at me fondly.

“I’m glad we didn’t have a different ball,” Kyle teased as he smiled at me.

The van was waiting to take the players back to their dorms, and my teammates started heading toward it. I followed, really looking forward to getting home. This turned out to be a lot more fun, and sexually awakening, than I had expected. But I did still have a lot to do.

Oakley reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’ll give you a ride back to your place. Unless you want to ride back in a van full of dirty, sweaty, half-naked freshmen?” he asked with a smirk.

“As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll ride back with you.” I laughed and let him lead me over to where his car was parked. I’d prefer awkward post make out session talks to sweaty man children any day of the week.

Even through the darkness, I could see the bright yellow paint of his Camaro. It had a soft convertible top, and when he started it, enough electronics lit up that it looked like a UFO.

“I didn’t even know you had a car!” I exclaimed.

“It’s easier to walk everywhere in the city,” he explained with a humble shrug, though he arguably drove something that looked like sex on wheels. I didn’t want to know how many girls had their kitty licked by Oakley in the back seat, and now that I knew just how skilled his mouth was, my own purring tiger hidden dragon was about ready to park somewhere and finish what we started.

Once we were both settled, he smoothly traveled down the winding back country road toward what I was hoping was the highway.

“So, uh, sorry for the kidnapping. I couldn’t resist pranking you,” Oakley said after a long moment of silence. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, as if he was nervous. Didn’t he do this all the time? We didn’t even fully hook up, but he was acting bashful.

“I could have done without the fake kidnapping. But it was still fun.”