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I had been concerned how the start of the football season would affect our relationship. I shouldn't have worried. If anything, the relationship with Jules made football two a days bearable.
When we were at practice, or around the team we had no problem acting normal. In fact, thanks to my off-season training and Jules meals, I was much stronger and in great shape. While my teammates struggled to work through the hot practices, they were pretty much a breeze for me.
Once practices are done, I would head to Jules house.
Jules implemented an after practice routine to maximize my recovery.
After practice, I'd shower while Jules prepared a small after practice snack. I would inhale the small snack, usually while naked, as we sat at her kitchen table and discussed the practice. Once we were done eating the snack, we headed for Jules bedroom.
I would lay on her bed and watch as Jules would slowly strip for me. Once naked, I would roll onto my stomach as Jules moved onto the bed and straddled my back. She would then give me a very long, sensuous, and revitalizing massage.
She concentrated on my back and legs the most. When she finished with my legs, she would reached between my legs and play with my ass and, or balls. When she had me fully aroused, I'd roll over and Jules would mount my cock.
We would slowly fuck as Jules rode my cock. She'd take her time as I reached up and played with her sensitive nipples. She'd slowly rise to a powerful, lasting orgasm. Once she came down from her orgasm, she'd fall forward holding herself up by her arms. This put her beautiful tits right in front of my face. I'd latch onto one of her nipples and suck for all I was worth as I thrust deep into Jules. I always finished by shooting my load deep inside Jules wanting pussy.
For weeks, Jules had been talking about a new young woman her therapy center recently hired. Jules and the young woman, Amanda, turned into fast friends. When Jules wasn't with me, she was spending time with the 24 year old Amanda.
They were becoming fast friends.
On the Monday before our first game, Jules brought Amanda with her to our football practice. Amanda was going to spend the season with Jules, learning the ropes.
The guys on the team thought Amanda was fucking hot! She was short. She stood just over 5 feet tall with long black hair. She, like Jules did an excellent job of hiding her athletic figure by wearing loose fitting clothes. It was obvious she didn't have much of a rack. But what she lacked in the tit department, she more than made up for it with her amazing ass and shapely legs.
All the guys on the football team tried to flirt with Amanda. However, it became very apparent Amanda had more interest in Jules than she was in any of the guys on the football team. I repeatedly told Jules that Amanda had a thing for her. This was something Jules adamantly denied.
The first game of the year was against our arch rival. We were ranked number 1 in the state, while our rival was preseason number 5. Everyone knew the game was going to be close.
I threw 3 touchdown passes in the first half to give our team a 21 to 17 lead.
We were leading by the same score halfway through the 3rd quarter when I scrambled for a long run. It was toward the end of the run, when I tried to put a move an a defender when I twisted my right ankle.
The pain was blinding!
I was sure I broke my ankle. It was that white hot pain you experience from major trauma.
Jules was the first one to me when I didn't get up. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked frantic. Thankfully, Jules beat our head coach to me, so she wouldn't have to explain the "baby" comment.
After I was assisted from the field, Jules and Amanda did an assessment of my injury. They quickly determined I had not broken my ankle, but had a high ankle sprain. Jules was able to tape my ankle so I could get back into the game.
Despite being severely hampered by my injured ankle, I was able to throw another 2 touchdown passes in the second half.
We won the game 35 -24.
After the game when I took my cleats off, my foot and ankle blew up like a balloon. The pain was excruciating.
I could barely walk as I finished showering and dressing. As I hobbled out of the locker room I was met at the door by my parents and Jules.
After hugging my parents, we began discussing my injured ankle. "You need to get to the clinic tomorrow and start to rehab your ankle," Jules told me.
"Okay, but I don't think I can drive," I said, motioning down to my ankle.
"We'll bring him to therapy," My mom said.
"We can't," My dad chimed in. "I fly out tomorrow morning for the conference. You have to drive me to the airport."
"I can come and pick him up," Jules offered.
"That would be crazy, Jules. You'd have to drive 30 minutes out of your way to pick him up."
"He could stay at my house. I have a spare bedroom. He could sleep there and I could take him into the clinic in the morning."
I did my best to hide the smile on my face at Jules suggestion. My parents looked at one another, then back to Jules. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," Jules replied. "I can keep an eye on his ankle overnight. He's going to need to keep his ankle on ice and elevated all night. I can make sure his ankle is properly cared for."
"If you're sure you don't mind," my dad said. "I think it makes the most sense."
"I'm sure. I want to make sure he's taken care of," Jules said straight faced.
We went to my house so I could pack an overnight bag, then limped into Jules car and headed for her house. As we pulled out of my driveway, I began to laugh. "That was pretty ballsy suggesting I stay with you."
Jules smiled. "I thought it was worth the shot. I'll make sure you're ankle and your big beautiful cock get the best possible treatment tonight. Watching you running around in those tight pants has me all hot and bothered."
That night, between icing my ankle, Jules and I fucked. It was very evident seeing me in my tight football pants had turned her on. She rode my hard cock to multiple orgasms. When the clock hit 2 in the morning, I was exhausted, and completely drained of cum.
The next morning, Jules took me to her physical therapy clinic. She had clients she needed to work with, so she handed me off to Amanda with specific instructions on what we were to do.
We spent the morning working on getting my ankle to move again. The work was slow and painful. As we worked, Amanda and I began to chat. I really liked her. She was smart, funny and seemed interested in our team and myself.
We were working on the rotation of my ankle, when Jules came over to see us. She was between patients and wanted to check my progress. As I rotated my ankle, Jules placed her hand on my upper thigh.
As lovers, the action was meaningless. As a athletic trainer and athlete, the move was odd. I saw Amanda look at Jules hand, then she looked at me and Jules. She didn't say anything as she continued to rehab my ankle.
We finished rehab by noon and Jules drove me back to her house. It was Jules idea to call my mother upon getting home and suggest I stay at her house once again so we could go to the clinic again on Sunday.
My mom readily agreed.
That night, Jules and I were snuggling on her couch watching a movie. Jules was working on her second bottle of wine as I had my hand up her shirt and was playing with her tits and nipples. Jules was moaning and saying she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait to take me to her bedroom to fuck my brains out.
Suddenly, there was a quick knock on Jules front door. An instant later Amanda pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Jules lept off the couch and stood in the middle of the room stunned.
Her shirt was disheveled. I had unhooked her bra and pushed it up above her tits. You could clearly see her disheveled bra and her rock hard nipples. The short shorts she wore sat askew on her hips.
"What the hell is going on?" Amanda demanded. She obviously saw us on the couch.
