I was new to the campus of Texas Christian University, but I had already developed a crush on the women's basketball player Hailey Van Lith.
It was hard not to, really.
I, like most people, had followed her career since it began and we all considered ourselves lucky that she had decided to continue (and end) it with us in Fort Worth.
But what no one expected was for her to blow up like she had recently in becoming a social media star and leading us to the first Elite Eight in school history.
And Hailey probably wasn't expecting some of the opportunities that came her way because of that, namely the fact that she was going to be on the digital cover of the famed Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.
I had spent the days since the pictures of her came out jacking off to them and by then had already lost count of how many loads I had lost imagining I was losing them inside of Hailey's dreamy cunt.
In fact, I had blown up a few of them and plastered them to the walls of my dorm room so I could fantasize about fucking her and blowing my load into her any time I wanted.
Word on the street though was that she was involved with an NBA player so I, like so many other guys, figured we'd have to settle for our fantasies about her and never be lucky enough to experience the real thing.
So it certainly was a shock to me to see the by now very recognizable hot blonde baller walking the bar district of downtown Fort Worth in a low-cut black dress, showing off her tits and her amazingly fit legs.
I had been at this little dive bar on 7th Street drowning my sorrows in life (mostly about never having a chance with her) when she walked into the bar and went right up to the bartender to ask for the strongest drink they had.
"Hello," she said to me as she walked by me, giving me a slight smile that made my cock twitch in my pants just from hearing her say hello to me.
"Hi Hailey. Have a seat," I called out to her, hoping to get her attention since I had an empty bar seat next to me.
"Aw, thank you. Most guys get so starstruck around me they can't even talk to me," she replied to me as she at next to me, opening her legs a little as she sat, which I was quite sure was not an accident.
"Now I know that's not true Hailey. Since you have a big-time NBA boyfriend and all," I told her, hoping not to overplay my hand since I had my chance to get to know her.
"Well, if you must know, I am angry with him right now..." she told me, something about me making her trust me enough to let me know this.
"Please go on Hailey. Tell me everything. Name's JJ, by the way..." I told her as I offered her a shoulder to cry on, seeing the hurt in her eyes.
"Well JJ. You think I'm hot right? You've seen m SI pics I hope?" she asked me, placing her hand on my thigh and locking eyes with me.
"Yes I have Hailey," I told her as she smiled and continued, seemingly satisfied she had reeled me in.
"Well he has, too. And he's mad about them. Thinks I'm using my body to gain new male fans," she told me as she rubbed my thigh and spread her legs a little wider for me as I let one of my hands rest on her bare thigh.
"Sounds like he's a jealous man Hailey," I told her as I brushed the hair out of her face so I could really take in her beauty.
"He always gets like this when I get attention from guys. But I've never actually cheated on him...yet anyway..." she responded as the bartender brought Hailey what was by now her third or fourth stiff drink and I couldn't help but notice how drunk she was by this point.
