I've had a crush on him for a while. I had just turned 18 and started attending college. He was about to graduate college and was going to start a career with the NFL. I have known him since high school though.
He never really payed attention to me. In high school I was a little computer nerd and he was a jock, but when we had the same classes in college and he saw me for the first time.
He noticed that we both came from the same high school and that I was a pretty good student. He wanted help with school work and I gladly gave him all the help he wanted. Then we soon became friends.
He got invited to a party to celebrate a winning streak that the college football players had and asked me to come with him. He meant it as friends of course but I didn't mind. Any opportunity to be with him was an opportunity I longed for.
We talked and hung out. We mainly drank and ate pizza. But that's what young college kids do right?! I knew he was pretty big into partying but when I saw him taking shots and prancing around like he was on top of the world, I felt a little weird. It was a pretty weird situation to me anyways.
When he finally got pretty buzzed, I noticed he was getting slightly emotional with me, and slightly touchy. He started rubbing his hands up my leg and sometimes groped my butt and breasts. Next thing I knew he threw up in a plastic bag that was conveniently placed next to us.
I helped him into the bathroom were there was some disposable tooth brushes and a bunch of mouth wash. This obviously was a common thing for college football players. Once he started feeling better, I walked with him to his car. He held my petite hand in his slightly larger hand.
He opened the door for me and picked me up and put me in the back seat. He went around to the other end and opened the door. We were both slightly drunk from the party but we were both still in our right minds.
