This story depicts all people over the age of 18 and is meant to be a fun artistic foray, please treat it as such. Constructive comments are welcome.
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"That's it for today gentleman; hit the showers." Coach's words rang in Tyler's ears as he wiped the grass clippings and salt from his sweat drenched brow.
Tyler was attending preparatory college in rural North Carolina to increase his grade point average so that he would be eligible to take a Division I football scholarship at Clemson University. The Clemson head coach told him that his 6'6" frame would be an asset for them in the TE slot on the football field in future years, but he could not be awarded a scholarship unless his grades were higher.
Tyler didn't like academics, he liked two things football, and women. At his new prep-school location, Tyler made a name for himself right away by showcasing his superior skills on the football field and with the ladies.
Tyler and the Razor Backs were 4 games into the season and 4-0. The Razor Back TE was a star player scoring at least a TD a game, which gave him instant fame around the small campus.
Tyler was a 6'6" athletically gifted man, with a fully developed cut physique that allowed him to compete with the best athletes in the country as a top D1 college caliber athlete. Once in high school, most people told Tyler he resembled a young Paul Walker. Naturally Tyler did well with the girls.
Tyler, although only 18, had a lot of experience wit women, and that is because all sorts of women threw themselves at him constantly. Tyler was fortunate that he could be very selective with whom he chose to spend his time, and pursue. Tyler loved women, and not just any type of woman; Tyler loved real women with curves. The more pronounced the curves the better, and he loved big tits above all. He could have fun with a girl with a big ass, but Tyler would never do more than dance with a girl without some big beautiful titties. Lucky for Tyler, he had no shortage of girls noticing him, as all the girls at this po-dunk school were very well aware of Tyler.
He shuffled the helmet in his right hand as he re-gripped his face-mask as he walked toward the tiny brick field house that housed the locker-room. This sad decrepit place would look like a dump compared to Clemson once he got his full ride there in a year's time.
Tyler's QB approached him, Eric—(he was alright-but looked a lot better with a blue chip like Tyler reeling in errant passes that would be dropped by lesser players) Eric lit up every time he came close to Tyler.
"Aye Ty, nice work today." Eric said coming to a trot equal to his much larger counterpart.
"You too bro, you were nice and smooth out there today man, you always make me look good." Tyler knew he was an average player, probably worse than his high school quarterback, but he was throwing him the ball so it was important to keep Eric's confidence high.
"So man, you coming over to the house tonight? We are throwing a ragger, and we are partnering with two sororities tonight. There will be pussy ev-ery-where."
Tyler knew he had an exam upcoming tomorrow, so he was not sure if the party would be a good idea, but he wasn't gonna tell Eric no.
"You know me man; I'm always down. I do have some shit to do before though, so when I come through, it will probably be late."
"It's all good baby, do your thing and hit me up later." Eric slapped Tyler on the shoulder pad and jogged up with the rest of the players filing into the entrance to the field house showers.
As a part of Tyler's end of practice rituals he did laps around the football field and stretching cool downs. As he jogged in the wet grass he could hear his cleats ripping through the grass as his long strides glided along the surface of the field. He was deep in thought about his choice tonight. To go out and party with sorority girls or stay in and study? Maybe he could do both. He wasn't willing to skip out on studying, since his sole purpose of being here was to get him to Clemson. He could party with sorority girls once he is there.
Tyler thought that he did have that meeting with the new tutor at 8PM after dinner, so maybe that 2 hour session will be enough. He tried to recall that dorky short girl it was with, she wore glasses, he was a remembered it was Lisa. Maybe he could cut it sort with Lisa, he wasn't sure if she would go for that, as she reported their progress to his current coach.
Tyler's frame from a distance looked impressive, he was a tall handsome man with a light scruffy face and short blond hair buzzed very short showing off his muscular neck and impressive Jaw line, he was just the type of guy that Keeara liked.
Keeara was a student at NC Prep and there her second year for improvement of her grades too. She was on the track team as a sprinter and often came to watch the boys football practice, because she liked to do he work outdoors and due to the entertainment. She enjoyed watching all the boys in the tight pants showing off their cute butts and sometimes-noteworthy packages.
Tyler caught her eye from the moment she saw him. She liked white boys, in fact she found that often they were more respectful of women and treated her with greater attention and chivalry then the black men she had dated in the past. Keeara had put her books and pen down on the bleachers and just was watching Tyler intently.
She respected Tyler's effort, he was the last one on the field putting in extra time, he looked like a physical force, and he was sexy. She liked looking at his thick muscular legs and his big package in his skintight football pants, she could feel a pulse of satisfaction tingle between her legs as she watched the striations in his muscles move as he slowed his jog at the end of the field.
He sat down to stretch which is when Keeara got up to say hello.
Tyler sat in the mildly wet grass with his right leg slung over his straight outstretched left leg, he was pulling on his bended knee with interlaced fingers trying to stretch his glutes. Then he saw her. Keeara had gotten up and was walking toward him from the field house bleachers. Keeara was the talk of the entire football team. She was probably the hottest athlete at the school, as she was a runner on the school track team. She was a sprinter but did not have the body of a sprinter, she had thick muscular legs that ran up into a huge bubble butt booty typical of a runner, then she sported a very flat stomach but she had amazingly full breasts for a runner. She had either D cup or double D cup breasts from what Tyler could tell and he loved it. She had beautiful full pink lips and a slender nose. He liked how she wore her hair in corn rows.
The entire football team talked about how hot she was and whether she had to wear multiple spots bras when she ran her races, because of her massive rack. Few guys on the team actually even had the guts to talk to Keeara, but Tyler had spoken with her several times around campus, they were glorified acquaintances, almost entering the new friend-arena.
Keeara approached Tyler slowly, throwing her hips out as she walked. Her booty was so big that you could see her toned glutes from the front view of her body.
"Marion Jones, good to see you again." Tyler smiled as he pulled his knee tighter to his body.
"Ha you are funny Ty Ty," she giggled, titties jiggling as she walked up, "you know Marion Jones didn't look this good boy." She spun displaying her outfit, her golden brown skin shimmered in the afternoon sun as she showed off her skin tight white yoga pants and her tight bright red top, her bust playfully bouncing as she rose and fell during her spin.
"Not even close, so what's up with you, what brings you out to the football field on a Friday?" Tyler loved to flirt with Keeara and she liked to lay it on thick with Tyler.
"Oh you know," she swung her arms outstretched popping her fist in he other open palm twice in rhythm "sometimes I come out here and watch y'all practice while I study, plus being outside relaxes me."
