**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 THIRD episode.
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Previously on Triple Threat: Nate Foreman, phenom 49ers draft pick is bonding with his teammates over drinks while he spins some tracks. His college sweetheart, Rochelle, has been distant and has spent a lot of time with a marketing executive who seems to want to sign Nate. Nate continues to be the topic on ESPN while the coach works with Nate on trick plays while the starting quarterback remains out of camp. Nate dreams of L'Brickishaw's sister, Channelle Francis while he remains unfulfilled by Rochelle. While drunk, Nate has a quickie with a girl at the bar where he was with his teammates.
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Nate's dalliance continued to plague his mind but Rochelle seemed to be less and less in tune with him, spending more and more time without him.
Finally Nate told Rochelle. He was surprised at how indifferent she seemed when he told her. But she did punish Nate by staying away from his touch.
They drifted farther and farther apart and Nate started going out more and more with Reggie and Williams and his other teammates.
After a few long hard weeks of camp, the players had a short weekend off before preseason practice got under way. Nate was going to go home and visit his family but he was unsure if Rochelle would even come with him.
"Did you get the tickets yet?"
"What?"
"To visit your parents," Rochelle retorted.
"I uhhh. I was just going to have one of the guys drop me at the airport after practice."
"What about me?" Rochelle asked.
"I didn't think you would want to go," Nate said slowly.
"Because your parents hate me?" Rochelle snapped.
"Because you've been really distant lately and it seems like you have a group of friends here and I thought you'd want to stay," Nate replied quickly.
"Why would you think that?" Rochelle asked.
"Because you spend a lot of time out and I thought you'd have more fun doing that," Nate said.
"I'll pick you up from practice tomorrow and we'll go. I'll order the tickets now," Rochelle said, walking out of the bedroom.
Nate just shook his head.
***
"Nate, Nate! Just a quick comment on this...are you worried that Brett Carr has missed all of camp?" A young local reporter called after Nate as he walked into the practice facility.
"No comment," Nate said under his breath.
Reggie smiled when he saw Nate.
"They sure do love you," Reggie laughed.
Nate just rolled his eyes and got ready for practice.
"All right boys, we're reaching the end of camp and some of you have looked good, and some of you have a lot to prove," Coach said, his eyes circling the room.
"Enjoy your break, enjoy your families, and Monday we get ready for Dallas," Coach said.
The guys nodded.
"What are you doing LB?" Nate asked.
LB glared at Nate, and Williams laughed, coming up behind Nate.
"LB here thinks you've got eyes for his sister," Williams said.
"I just asked what he was doing with his break," Nate protested.
LB continued to glare at Nate.
"Well I'm going to Texas, so she's safe," Nate said with humor.
Rochelle was waiting for Nate when practice ended.
When Nate slid into the car, he almost choked on the tension.
"Look Nate, I need to tell you something..."
"No it's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I'm glad you're coming with me."
Nate looked at Rochelle closely and finally saw her nod slightly.
***
Nate and Rochelle seemed to have first class to themselves.
"This is your pilot speaking..."
Once they were in the air Nate unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Rochelle. She was staring out the window. Her red top was tied at her neck and her matching red lipstick took Nate's breath. Her beautiful black legs shone against the contrast of the short white miniskirt they peeked out of.
Nate leaned in and whispered in Rochelle's ear.
"There is one thing we always said we wanted to do..." Nate trailed off.
Rochelle looked into Nate's eyes and for the first time in awhile they shared a smile.
Nate's hand stroked the inside of Rochelle's thigh and Nate's lips moved to Rochelle's but they didn't touch. Rochelle moved her chin forward to kiss Nate but he moved back with a grin and left his seat for the bathroom.
Nate closed the door but didn't slide the "occupied" lever. He looked in the mirror at himself and smiled.
The door opened and Rochelle slipped in behind Nate.
She leaned over his back and sucked on his ear. Her hand slid down to cup Nate's growing erection through his pants. Rochelle moved her hand up and down Nate's hardening shaft. One finger snaked out and slid Nate's fly open and her hand moved inside to pull Nate's cock out.
Rochelle closed her hand around Nate's cock and stroked him up and down as she sighed in Nate's ear.
Rochelle let go of Nate's cock and pushed Nate against the door.
With a sultry stare Rochelle lifted herself on top of the sink counter where her skirt flayed out. Nate spied a wet spot on her panties.
Nate's eyes returned to Rochelle's who held her seductive stare as her hand moved down to her own crotch and stroked herself through her panties.
"Come here big boy," Rochelle purred, pushing her panties to the side to expose her pussy.
Nate pushed into her in one quick stroke and Rochelle groaned.
"Oh yeah," Rochelle moaned, "harder," she begged.
Nate began pushing into her faster and faster.
Rochelle's legs closed around Nate and pulled him into her deeper as her breathing grew faster. She bit down on her lip to stop from screaming out as her body shook around Nate's thrusts.
Rochelle finally regained her breathing and pushed Nate back gently this time. She pulled her feet back from around Nate and stood back up. She turned around and reached back to stroke Nate's cock as she looked at him over her shoulder.
She leaned against the mirror with her back to Nate as she pushed the head of Nate's cock into her pussy. She flexed her pussy muscles around the head of Nate's cock sending ripples of pleasure down Nate's crotch.
Nate pushed up into Rochelle again and once again Rochelle grunted a groan of being totally filled.
With her hands against the mirror Rochelle pushed back against Nate's thrusts.
Rochelle reached up to her neck with one hand and untied her top, and the flap fell down, exposing her breasts.
Nate cupped both of her breasts from behind as he worked his palm over her nipples. Rochelle's eyes rolled back as her body shook.
Nate's hands slid down to Rochelle's waist and pulled her to him over and over as Nate throbbed inside her as his orgasm ripped through him.
Nate let out a big sigh as he laid his head down on Rochelle's back.
***
While the flight was quite enjoyable, the reception Nate walked into wasn't.
"Nate, why are you in town so close to the start of the preseason?"
"Nate, what role has the coach carved out for you in the offense?"
Nate's head moved back and forth trying to keep up. He was getting whiplash.
"Nate, are you here to get Bret Carr to attend practice?"
"Nate, will you comment on the story that your girlfriend has been having an affair with a BMG executive?"
Nate's face went wide.
"What about the comment that there's a sex tape on the internet?"
"What?" Nate gasped.
Rochelle blushed and pulled Nate through the crowd of reporters to two women standing off from the crowd.
One was a gorgeous blonde who filled out her tight blue jeans and simple white tank top like few women could. She had straight blond hair down to her shoulders that framed a beautiful bright face. Her chest was small and perky and she didn't wear a bra under her tank top.
The other had light red hair and faint freckles that fanned out over her cheeks and sun kissed shoulders. Her baby blue tank top was tight around her chest and the tank top leant Nate a good view of her tight stomach. She was thin and tall but few would describe her as anything but beautiful
"Hey bro," the blonde said, leaning in and giving Nate a kiss on the cheek.
"Wow, you grew up fast!" Nate laughed, embracing his sister Bridgette in a big hug.
"Chelsea wanted to come too," Bridgette said, motioning toward the red head.
Nate turned to the red head and gave her an awkward hug.
Rochelle glared at both of them.
"Oh give it a rest Rochelle," Bridgette snapped, "they've known each other since they were seven."
"Shouldn't you be the one doing the explaining," Chelsea added with a sweet smile.
"Come on come on," Bridgette said, ushering them all to the car.
"...and hometown sensation Nate Foreman has returned home a week before the 49er's first preseason game rumors swirl that Coach Daniels has sent him to get starting quarterback Bret Carr to report to practice..."
"We don't need that on," Chelsea said.
Nate nodded his thanks.
The rest of the car ride was silently awkward but Nate's thoughts were elsewhere.
***
"Oh honey it's so great to have you home," Nate's mom said, holding her son tight.
"It's good to see you son," Nate's dad said, holding Nate's hand in a tight grip.
"Hello Rochelle," Nate's parents said frostily, "seems like you've been getting some press too Rochelle."
Rochelle blushed and looked down at the ground as she brought her bag into the house.
Chelsea covered a grin with her hand.
Nate was distracted as his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was from Reggie.
SRY DUDE.
Nate's brow furrowed.
OVER WHAT? Nate responded.
SAW THE VID. Reggie replied.
WHAT VID? Nate asked.
... Reggie replied.
Then it hit Nate.
ITS REAL? Nate texted.
EMAIL. Reggie texted.
Bridgette ushered Nate inside as he kept texting.
Nate was oblivious as Chelsea said her goodbyes.
Sure Nate knew he had strayed but this was unbelievable. He'd told Rochelle because his conscience had surfaced. But if the reports were true, this had been going on for a while. And there was a tape for crying out loud.
Dinner was a blur. Nate's mom had made his favorite meal but Nate barely noticed.
Nate couldn't stop thinking about what Reggie had said. Reggie had said he'd email him. He probably meant he would send Nate the video. Should he watch it? He needed to.
Finally dinner was over. Everyone was asleep. Rochelle had gone to bed early, refusing to look at Nate or answer any questions.
Nate looked around the dark house and decided everyone was asleep. He slipped into the study and opened his email. There was a video attachment.
Nate took a deep breath and downloaded the email.
Nate looked around and found a pair of headphones and plugged them into the speakers. He pressed the play button.
They were in an office. The BMR office.
Rochelle's chocolate skin shone in the fluorescent lighting as she slid her black lace panties down her smooth legs. She looked at the camera the whole time.
