**All characters are over 18 and FICTIONAL.
**This is a SERIAL, like my other serial JUST IN TIME, so it is a running story. Please look for the following installments!
**This is the SECOND episode.
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Previously on Triple Threat: Nate Foreman is a phenom draft pick by the San Francisco 49ers and is just beginning training camp. His college sweetheart, Rochelle, gave Nate his sexual fantasy in an attempt to make Nate dependent on her and keep him from other girls. During practice Nate made friends with running back Reggie and defensive Tackle Williams, while earning the anger of L'Brickishaw (LB) Francis, the veteran running back who sees Nate as a threat.
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Nate sighed as his eyes blinked open. A week into camp and he and Rochelle were still living in a hotel. Maybe that was one of the reasons Rochelle was being so distant. Well maybe not distant, just frigid.
Nate looked at the empty covers next to him and looked toward the bathroom.
Rochelle poked her head out.
"Oh. You're awake."
Nate laughed at the awkwardness of the situation.
Rochelle didn't think anything was funny.
"I'm having lunch with that BMR executive again today," Rochelle said.
"Again?"
"I had lunch with him the other day. I told you that," Rochelle said.
Nate bit back a harsh retort and said instead, "why does he keep having lunch with you?"
Rochelle's look made Nate wish he hadn't asked the question like that.
"He's trying to convince me so I'll support BMR's pitch," Rochelle said.
Nate nodded and lay back against the bed.
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"I'm not sure LB likes you," Reggie said, holding back a laugh.
"What makes you say that?" Nate asked humorously.
"In the sake of brevity I'll just say that he thinks you're going to take his team away," Reggie said.
Nate looked at Reggie. The two backs had become friends. They talked about the team quite a bit but they'd never vocalized what was on a lot of players' minds.
They heard the coach call out that practice was over and they headed toward the locker room. Talking on the side were Carla Dandrich, the owner's daughter, and Channelle Francis, a BMR executive that was usually on Nate's mind.
Carla wore a simple white blouse and jeans. Now that Nate could see her up close, he realized she was a beautiful woman. She reminded him a lot of Cameron Diaz because of her short blond hair, thin body and tall stature. She had a similar laugh too and a face that was usually smiling.
Channelle had dressed down today and just wore a 49ers t-shirt and jeans. The jeans were tight and Nate admired the curve of her legs. Her tight dreads were pulled back from her face and she wore her usual faint blue eye shadow. As always her lithe movements and grace reminded Nate of a jungle cat.
The two women were whispering together and they seemed to be watching Nate and Reggie.
Nate watched as Carla whispered something to Channelle. Channelle blushed and both girls burst into laughter.
"Looking good boys," Carla called at them.
"Hey, why don't you come out with us tonight Nate. It'd be good, you'd get to know some of the guys..." Reggie said.
Nate shook his head.
"I need to drag Rochelle out of her shell. She's been weird the last week," Nate said.
Nate looked over his shoulder at Channelle Francis. Her back was too him and Nate's eyes ran up her curves. He sighed and went to hit the showers.
When Nate walked out of practice he was cornered by a news van. He saw ESPN on the side so he begrudgingly decided to play nice.
The interviewer, Paula Rosas, drank in the site of San Francisco's new star. He looked damn good she thought.
She smiled at the little fit Erin Andrews had thrown when Rosas had gotten the assignment.
"She's a damn SOCCER reporter!" Andrews had screamed.
Rosas tucked her auburn hair behind her ears and motioned the cameraman forward.
"Nate have you been working on any plays in the passing game this week?"
"I work on the plays coach sets out for the day," Nate said noncommittally, trying to walk past the crew to his car.
"What about trick plays?"
"I'd rather not talk about plays we run in practice," Nate said and walked past Paula and got in his car.
Paula sighed and in her head heard Erin Andrews laughing at her. He was hot but she doubted if her little ploy had been worth incurring Andrews' wrath.
"Lets get some B-roll," Paula said dejectedly.
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After dinner Nate went for a jog to clear his head. Rochelle had continued her coldness and Nate was having trouble keeping his temper down.
When he got back to the room it was late. He took a shower and when he was done the lights were out.
Rochelle was in bed.
Nate shrugged and got into bed. Rochelle's back was to him as she lay on her side away from him.
Nate reached out for her shoulder but when he held her Rochelle didn't move.
Nate sighed and rolled onto his back.
Nate dreamt that night.
It was one of those dreams where he knew he was dreaming but he enjoyed that he had the power to control his dream.
He was on the beach. He didn't know why. Or how he got there. But he stayed asleep despite realizing he was dreaming.
There were people on the beach that Nate knew but they all seemed intent on what they were doing.
Nate saw one and walked over to her.
"Hi Nate," she said.
"Hi Channelle," Nate replied.
"Do you want to go on a walk?" Channelle asked.
Nate nodded.
Channelle was wearing a neon green bikini that flashed against her light black skin. Nate's eyes feasted on her body. Her breasts looked just as tight and firm as Nate had thought they would be freed from her conservative clothes. Then again it was his dream.
Channelle held her hand out to Nate and he took it.
They walked along the beach, the waves beating against their feet as they walked farther and farther away from where they had been. Soon they were alone.
They came to a small sand bank and Channelle suggested they wade in to cool off.
They walked into the water until it reached their navels.
Channelle faced Nate and looked at him expectantly.
The water beat at her sides calmly and water dripped down her tight stomach. Her bikini maintained its neon green color.
Nate bent down and kissed her.
She didn't kiss back at first but Nate willed her too and she opened her mouth to him.
Nate moved closer to her until her bikini touched his chest faintly.
The fire Nate had first seen in Channelle's eyes came out and she kissed Nate harder.
Nate wrapped his arms around her and lifted her in the water so that she was sitting on his knee with her legs floating on either side of Nate. Still she held the kiss.
The surf pushed them closer to the shore and they drifted back to the beach.
Channelle remained in Nate's arms and he pulled her to the beach and laid her down.
She smiled at Nate.
Nate wanted more.
It was his dream. And he knew it.
Nate leaned in close on Channelle, who was propping herself up on her arms, taking her chin in his hand and kissing her wetly.
Nate's hand slid up to cup Channelle's breast through her bikini.
Channelle effortlessly yanked the tie on her bikini and it fell away in Nate's hand.
Channelle pushed Nate's head to her nipple and held him against her breast.
