Getting Sacked by a Cheerleader

Here is my entry into the: "YAY TEAM 2024 - The Sex & Sports - Author Organized Challenge." This is a (mostly) true story that I was planning to write at some point, but this Challenge was a perfect fit for it! As my author name says, everything I write is based on events in my life. Names are changed, so are some locations, but the stories, the relationships and the sex all occurred. Of course, I do spice things up and add an occasional 'twist' to every story.

This one has two distinct parts. If you like American Football, especially gameplans and strategy, start at the beginning. If you are here for the sex - scroll to the Halftime break and take it from there! You'll catch on to the plot quickly and can still enjoy.

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Each year on the weekend before Thanksgiving break, my college would have a campus-wide Flag Football tournament. Groups from across campus would put together a team of 6-12 people to compete in the day-long event. Fraternities, dorms, friends, faculty, academic groups and clubs would all register and compete against each other. Food trucks, music and other entertainment surrounded the fields where multiple games happened at the same time.

The event was designed for 'everyone' so varsity athletes (and especially football players) were banned from playing, so they generally acted as the officials for the games. There were different brackets and groups that included all-male and coed teams to keep things fair. My senior year, a group of business majors posted a sign-up sheet to play in the "academic co-ed" bracket that consisted of 16 teams, playing four rounds to crown a champion.

For those not familiar with American Flag Football - here are the basics. Each team has 6 players on the field at a time. The offense has four plays to run or pass the ball over midfield. If they make it, they have another four plays to score a touchdown. If they fail at any time, the other team gets the ball. It is a non-contact game, so not touching or tackling. Instead, players wear belts with two long strips of fabric attached with Velcro. In order to 'tackle' someone, you have to rip off one of their flags. There was no blocking, so once the ball was snapped, that person became a receiver. On defense, you could rush the quarterback but you had to make a loud five-count before rushing them. Finally, once per side of the field, the defense could yell BLITZ and rush immediately.

As the weekend approached, our team filled out with a total of 10 people. The rules stated that you had to always play 6 people at a time with at least 2 women on the field. Our roster meant we would be able to rest players throughout the game. We got together on some random weekends to practice as a group and figure out who would be best in what role.

The core of the team was Jimmy, an athletic senior that was part of my general friend group and the guy who started the sign-up sheet. Like me, he was a big football fan and he stepped up to 'run' the defensive side of the squad. Alicia was a short Latina girl who spent a ton of time in the campus gym and could probably bench press more than either me or Jimmy. Her body was compact and muscular with legs and an ass like tree trunks. At the very first practice, she juked three people out of their shoes, making her the running back of the team. Amy was a tall lanky brunette who had done track and field in high school. She showed that she could catch the ball, didn't get tired, and was willing to play both receiver and defense. Nate and Dan rounded out the team, both college bros who were in good physical shape.

As for me, I would never describe myself as an athlete - but I have always been athletic enough to compete on a casual level - cookouts, beaches, and occasional competitions. Standing at 6'2", I was generally muscular and quick. I was also a big sports fan and grew up watching football, so I understood strategies and plays. My arm, while not quite Josh Allen or Tom Brady, wasn't lame either. All of that combined, got me named as the quarterback for the team.

When the weekend arrived, Mother Nature decided to make things even more interesting with a cold snap in the region and a few inches of wet snow. Of course, being college students, this didn't slow the event. In fact, people seemed more excited than ever to be a part of it. Fire pits were added to the area, so fans and teams could stay warm. Hot chocolate, food and coffee trucks rolled in as a few thousand students flooded the athletic fields.

As I walked toward the fields with some teammates and friends, I noticed a lot of players were bundled up in thick heavy layers of coats and pants to protect themselves from the cold. I could see people slipping and sliding in wet sneakers or clomping around in heavy boots. I went with a different strategy. Like I said, I was average at a LOT of sports. So, I raided my closet and put together a mix and match for the day. From my skiing clothes, I grabbed my skin-tight long johns and a bunch of heat packs to put in my clothes. I wore a pair of grey sweatpants and an arctic-gear hoody under a loose Joe Montana jersey. I bought a few pairs of gloves at a sporting goods store that were designed for football players and finally, grabbed my cleats I wore to play in a local softball league. A neoprene headband covered my ears and I was ready to go. Unlike so many others, I wasn't wearing a ton of heavy layers, and my cleats gave me a bit of traction without being clunky boots.

I also had my secret weapons in my bag. Multiple pairs of dry socks and gloves and most importantly, heat packs. They were the palm-sized chemical packs that skiers use to stay warm and I had gone to a local ski shop and purchased a case. That meant we were all able to tuck them in our shoes, gloves, or gear to keep warm. I had enough that we could change them out as they cooled over the course of the day.

Lish obviously had the same idea. She was in a pair of skin tight ski pants that accentuated her legs and ass. She wore similar underarmour gear with a sweatshirt and gloves. On her feet were a pair of Nike hiking boots that looked light but weatherproof. She also made a show of tucking two of the heat packs into the cups of her sports bra to "keep her core warm". Amy wore a pair of shimmering all-weather tights that stretched with her every move. She followed Lish's lead and tucked heat pads into some of her more private areas. Watching the two of them gear up and stretch, if it hadn't been for the tight layers I was wearing, my swelling cock would have been visible to everyone on the field.

As we prepared for the first game, against a team of poly-sci majors, I gathered the offense together. We went through some options from practice, and I said we were going to put two receivers on my left, one on my right. A center to snap the ball and a running back with me for handoffs. Rather than having everyone run willy-nilly around in the cold, I explained the simple plays for the game. I knew that most of the other teams would play a man-to-man defense, which means everyone on defense would pick a person on offense and try to run as close to them as possible. The best way to mess them up was to have people running and criss-crossing to cause confusion.

So, I told the players before each play a few options. "Go" which meant run as fast as they could down the field and look for the ball. 'Timing Slant' which meant count 3 or 5 seconds in their head and then run in a different direction. 'Steps' which was the same thing except the receiver would count their steps before making their cut. Finally, I told Alicia, to watch my right hand. If I clenched my fist, I was going to toss it to her. If I opened my hand, she was to go out for a pass.

This simple set of plays allowed us to roll through the first game. I told people things like "OK, receivers. Step 5. Jimmy left, Amy & Dan right. Jarod, after the snap, go." Because I roughly knew where my receivers were going to be, it made it easy to throw short passes to get the yards we needed. Then, as soon as the defense were focused on covering passes, I tossed it to Alicia for an easy run for a touchdown.

On defense, I was able to sit out and let others get in the game. I walked around the sideline, keeping myself loose and warm. My girlfriend, Katrina, came down to watch the early games and hung out on the sideline with me. Kat was 5'4" with long dark curly hair that fell past her shoulders. She had a Mediterranean complexion, and big brown almond-shaped eyes. She was built like an athlete - certainly not slim, but not heavy either, more solid or muscular. Then there were her huge, full breasts that (at 22 years old) were still high and firm on her torso. Naked, they hung perfectly down showing their size and weight. When she would wear a bra with a low-cut top - they were immediate attention-grabbers. I'd be straight-up lying if I said that her breasts weren't always my favorite part of her body. Not that you could see any of this under her bulky coat, hat, gloves, and boots.

"I'm glad I could come down for a bit" she said, her breath visible in the cold air.

"Me too. What time do you have to head back?"

"I'm on duty starting at 6:00." Kat was a resident assistant in one of the female dorms and had drawn that night to be on duty for the dorm, which meant she had to be on the floor, in her room and available if any students needed her.

"And" she added, "I still have to work on my Comm paper this afternoon. So, I'll probably head up early. That way when you're done, we can get food delivered and hang out in my room tonight."

When I took the field again, we repeated the same strategy and scored for the second time. The other team only had eight players and tired out quicker than our squad. When they didn't score on two consecutive possessions, we knew we were going to advance.

Shortly after, the team was celebrating our first victory of the day. We all bundled back up and hit the various food and beverage stands while we waited for our next game. Kat waited as I took off my cleats, put some heat packs inside them and switched them with a pair of boots in my bag.

"You're insane, you know that, right?" she chided me.

"Babe, you know how competitive I get. I've got a bunch more planned and, in my head, if we need it today."

About an hour later, we all migrated to a different field for our next matchup. I put on dry socks and gloves and shifted my heat packs. Unlike the first game, the group of psychology students we faced had 12 players and had some faster, more athletic people. We were still able to move the ball but so were they. One of their players was a tall, muscular girl who was faster than anyone on the field, on either team. Their entire playbook seemed to be "have her run past everyone and throw her the ball." They were scoring with only three or four TOTAL plays while we were still taking all our downs to work our way up the field.

Each possession, we would trade scores and I started to worry that we were one mistake away from falling behind. As I stewed and schemed on the sideline, Alicia came up to me.

"Jay" she started. "She's the only fast one on the whole team." Her piercing, brown eyes were sparkling with an idea. "Which means she can only cover one of us. She's covering Adam all the time. What if he lines up on the left with the rest of us on the right and we all just 'go'? Then, you just throw it up there. One of us will catch it."

"You're a fucking genius, Lish." Ironically, our gloved high-five occurred just as the girl sprinted down the field past us for another touchdown. When we took the field the next time, we did what Alicia suggested. Adam was on the far left all alone, with Speedy Chick covering him. All three other receivers and Alicia stacked to my right. Sure enough, while Adam was covered like a blanket, three of my teammates were wide open. I hurled the ball as far as I could and watched as Dan pulled it in for a touchdown.

As I walked to the sideline, I grabbed Jimmy.

"Hey, new plan. Can you play safety? Basically, forget the quarterback and double cover speedy over there?"

"Yup. We take her out, nobody else can do much."

The adjustments we made were enough to keep the other team from scoring and we were able to advance with another win to the third round.

Unfortunately, by that point we were all starting to wear out. We started off cold, but the weather had warmed just enough to make the field more of a soggy, muddy, cold mess. I was pulling the heat packs out of my gear because I was starting to sweat. Because I had sacrificed warmth for movement, I could feel the moisture starting to seep through the layers I was wearing. Our late gameplan change of having everyone run deep and me just hurling the ball as far as I could had my shoulder and arm aching. My feet felt cold and soggy and my body was starting to tighten up. I noticed that a lot of our players had lost the fun 'spark' from earlier in the day and were now just slogging through. Even Alicia looked tired, her ever-present smile disappearing when nobody was looking.

I grabbed my bag while we all went to the food area to wait for the next game. Kat grabbed my arm as we headed to a taco truck to grab a bite.

"I'm gonna head back soon. I have work to do and I'm getting chilly. What time do you think you'll be back?" she asked.

"The next game should start around 2:00. If we win that one, there's the championship at 3:30. So, I'll either be back at three if we lose or closer to five if we win."

"Even if you don't win the next one, you should stay and hang with everyone for a bit. Like I said, I have some work to do, and I have to be around all night." She pulled me closer and leaned toward my ear saying, "Plus, after six, I'll have some time to chill and just maybe I have something planned for my star player today."

I felt a slight stirring under my tight undergear at the thought of what sort of surprise Kat had planned. At the same time, there was a slight worry in the back of my mind if I would even be up for whatever challenge she had planned. Like I said, I was athletic, but not an athlete. The cold, the wetness and the activity were starting to get to me.

Out team was able to commandeer a couple of picnic tables underneath some heat lamps by the food trucks. Since it was now afternoon, some beer trucks had rolled in, so we all ate and drank together under the relative comfort and warmth of the area. As food hit our stomachs and beer warmed us up, we all started to loosen up again.

Jimmy's girlfriend, Evi, and Kat made the trip to the big board and reported back that our next game would be against a team from the Communications School. I knew a bunch of people on that team and immediately got a bit concerned. A few of them were former, frustrated athletes who (like me) weren't good enough to play at the collegiate level but still knew sports. A bunch of them were the ones who called the games on our small college radio station.

Jimmy was the first one to speak up the group, "Alright. I know everyone is tired but let's go win a couple more. We're halfway there! Same gameplan we started with. Everyone just stay on your guys on defense, offense let's hope we can run the ball and throw short since Jay over there isn't exactly looking like his hero Joe Montana right now."

"He threw that last pass like Tony Montana" chimed in Dan. "Say 'ello to my little friend."

A good-natured double-middle finger showed my team exactly what I thought about them at that moment. We all started to pack up our trash and get our things together to head for the field. The good news was, we were all looser from the beer. The bad news was, beer and athleticism weren't always a good match. But given the weather, we all appreciated the warmth that the alcohol was giving us.

Kat pulled me in for a hug and kiss, "Alright babe. Good Luck. I'll see you around six?"

"Sounds good! I'll bring the trophy so you can celebrate with a champion!"

We sloshed our way to another field where I sat on a bench and put my gear back on for the next game. My cleats were soggy, muddy and wet but still a better option than the heavy work boots I had thrown on between games. The dry socks were almost a waste at that point, but I put on my third pair of the day.

The other team got the ball first and worked their way down the field for a touchdown. We took the field and got our first two plays down the field easily. First was Lish running down the side of the field and then Nate catching a short pass across the middle.

I lined up to repeat the process with a pass to Amy or Dan and called for the snap. For the first time that day, I heard a new sound.

"BLITZ!"

Before I could even react, a guy named Matt was next to me, ripping the flag from my hip. As I stood there stunned and frustrated, Matt went into an NFL-like "sack dance" that looked virtually pathetic coming from a pasty white kid from Vermont. For a second, I thought about going after him for his little taunting stunt but didn't for one big reason. Matt was also my roommate and best friend. Instead, I had to laugh and throw him a quick "fuck ALLL the way off" as I walked back to the line. Thanks to his blitz, we had lost yards and for the first time in hours, might not cross mid-field. Sure enough, I threw a wobbly throw in Amy's general direction that came up five yards short of where she was running.

"FUCK!" I yelled as some of us walked off the field, hoping Jimmy and the gang could stop our opponents. They didn't and for the first time that day, we trailed by multiple scores. On the next series, we were able to get across midfield to extend our drive, but we were struggling. The worst part was Matt and his team weren't even that much more athletic than we were - they just knew everything we were trying to do.

By the time halftime rolled around, both teams had scored, but we still trailed by a touchdown, and they were getting the ball first.

"Well, this sucks." Muttered Dan.

"Yeah, here's the problem." I piped up. "All of the plays we're running? I basically stole them from the Madden video games, because they are easy to understand and run. Guess who's the guy that I always play Madden against?"

"Fuck. Matt." Lish said.

"Yup. Exactly. Fuck Matt. I'm open to ideas."

"What about doing the deep routes again?" asked Amy. "I think I'm faster than the girl covering me."

"I'd love to, but my arm is starting to feel like Jell-O. I threw some ducks out there just now. Honestly? At this point, anyone else want to play QB?"

"Sorry, babe." Said Lish. "You're wearing the Joe Montana jersey. But I have an idea."

"Go for it" Jimmy chimed in.

"If he knows all the plays from your nerdy video game - what if we don't run those?"

"Not sure where you're going with this."

"I stay by you to run the ball or to toss to if they blitz. Everyone else... don't run patterns or routes or whatever he's calling them. Just run around and get open."

"And what do I do in this plan?" I asked.

"You wait for them to get open and stop throwing the ball like my great Aunt Maureen."

"And if you could get Matty to shut his trap, that would be great, too." Dan added. "You're usually the loud one but he has been relentless running his mouth out there."

"Alright. I have an idea." I said. "Jimmy. We need you guys to make a stop. For just the first set of downs, let's put Lish and Amy in on Defense with you guys. They are faster than anyone else and can play a bit tighter since the guys are naturally going to be less aggressive with a girl - at least at first. And when we get out there, I'll start fucking around with Matt a bit. Let's go - Nerd-a-palooza on one!"

As planned, the tough guys on the other team didn't quite know how to react when Amy and Lish lined up against them. On 3rd down, their quarterback tried to launch one down the field to an open guy, only to have Amy close the gap from behind and knock the ball away.

We were getting the ball back but both Lish and Amy were winded having just come off the field.

"Ok guys. Lish and Amy need a rest. So, no running back to start. All receivers, I'm getting into a deeper shotgun to give me some time. Dan, get on my left and Sandra to my right. On the next play, alternate. And like Lish said, just run around out there. Nothing fancy, just give me quick easy throws. Also, guys, it's VERY important you not listen to me say anything except HIKE. I'm gonna start running my mouth a little too."

We lined up and I saw the other team, especially my roommate smile at the new formation we showed. I could hear the silent BLITZ coming from a mile away.

I dug my feet in and yelled out my count, "TWENTY-SIX, THIRTY FOUR, MATTY'S SISTER IS A WHORE! HIKE!"

I saw Matt's head pop up at my cadence which made his "Blitz!" a little slower, giving me plenty to time to hit the rested Sandra with a pass. I rushed everyone back to the line (since there was no playbook anymore, it didn't matter what play was coming next).

"FIFTY-FIVE, SIXTY-TWO, MATT WON'T SUCK ONE COCK, BUT HE'LL SUCK TWO! HIKE!"

Everyone on the field seemed to chuckle at that one so instead of doing anything tough, I tucked the ball and ran past mid-field. Since we had some momentum, I started chirping at the other team even more.

"Sandy! Tell that guy he needs to at least buy you dinner if he's gonna try to grab your tits like that on every play." Sure enough, on the next play the defender was so scared to put his hands up by her, Sandy got wide open and was able to scramble for the touchdown.

From there, the second half stayed close. The crazy passing routes that my team was running had everyone confused, including me at times. At one point, Dan & Nick managed to run into each other, both falling down, while Amy seemed to run a figure-eight around their prone bodies. I launched the ball out of bounds and felt a small 'ping' in my shoulder for the effort.

Both teams scored and both teams turned the ball over. My mouth kept running, but the other team had started to tune me out and were back on track. With the game in a tie, we had one more chance to score to advance to the finals. If we didn't, it would be overtime with sudden death rules and at that point all anyone wanted was to get off the field and back to tents and food and heat lamps.

We were down to our last down with about 15 yards needed for a touchdown. Passing wasn't working and everyone was tired. We called a timeout and got together to come up with something new.

Lish, who was becoming a master strategist, came up with one more idea to seal the day, "They haven't blitzed yet, so I'm willing to bet Matt is coming this time. So, I have a question. Does Doug have to snap the ball to you?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, do the rules say, he has to snap it to you? The way you've been running your mouth, Matt isn't gonna think, he's just running at you for the sack. So, you do your thing, but Doug snaps it to ME, instead. What do you think?"

Jimmy's face lit up in a smile, "I think I fucking LOVE it. Let's fucking go!"

We all lined up as usual, with Lish to my right. I got centered and started my cadence.

"SIXTY-NINE! SIXTY-NINE! SIXTY-NINE! Sorry, guys that's not a play, just what I'm going to do with Matt's sister tonight. HIKE!"

I flexed my body, waiting for the ball and heard a loud "BLITZ" from my right. Sure enough, Matt was charging at me, full speed, eyes on the flags on my hips. Unfortunately, what he didn't see, was the ball fly right in front of him, into Lish's hands and he had no chance of changing direction in the mud and snow to grab hers. He did manage to wrap his hands around me and got both my flags, causing both of us to tumble to the cold, muddy turf.

My hip and tailbone hit the semi-frozen ground, just as Matt's knee hit my quad, giving me a charley-horse to remember. I cursed and rolled over in the mud, trying to rub the feeling back into my leg, knowing I was headed for a nasty bruise. We heard, more than saw, a team erupt in cheers and as we untangled ourselves, I smiled when I saw it was my team gathering around Lish in the endzone.

As we stood up, Matt laughed, "I fucking had you. You were running Madden 101. What that fuck was that in the second half though?"

"I call that nerd-a-palooza. Basically, people who don't watch football just running willy-nilly around the field."

"Yeah, congrats. By the way, I'm totally telling Sarah what you were saying about her in your counts!"

"Dude. No! I love Sarah! She was just an innocent bystander in all of this!" I started to limp off the field with my pal.

"Nope. You're fucked when you see her."

"I get it. You staying for the last game?" I asked.

"Fuck no. I'm going to grab a beer, then go back to our place with Annie. You coming back tonight?"

"Nope. I'm staying at Kat's. Let's all grab a beer before you head out though."

With fewer students playing in games, more were gathering in the food and drink area. It was becoming less of a sporting event and more of a college drinking event. Part of me was actually bummed that we couldn't fully participate in the festivities since we still had one more game to plan.

We mixed in and tried to stay warm and loose under the heat lamps. My left leg was throbbing from where Matt had kneed me and my arm wasn't much better. We had been out on the fields for nearly six hours and I was starting to question our sanity in entering the tournament.

A couple of our classmates approached us and announced they had some motivation for us for the last game and proceeded to pull handfuls of tiny liquor bottles from their pockets.

"If you're over 21, drink up!" they announced. "And if you're under 21, drink up ... but hide it!" they said more quietly.

I grabbed a bottle, turned the plastic cap and threw down the contents. The cinnamon whiskey burned then warmed my mouth and throat. It felt like a sort of magic elixir that warmed me from the inside out. We sat, talked, and drank for nearly an hour when we realized it was time for the final game. For the last round, it was a nightmare match-up. We had to face the school of Sports Medicine who, while not 'official' athletes, were as close as you could get.

Thanks to the beer and whiskey, my leg and arm felt better, but I was also slightly buzzed. We got down to the field and my fears about our opponents were justified. The other team looked to be in good shape and more athletic than ours.

One of the refs pulled me aside and gave a pre-game warning, "I know in the last game, you guys were friends, but none of those horseshit calls and cadence this time. Got it?"

"Got it."

Jimmy then got us all together and gave his best pump-up speech, "C'mon everyone! We've got this. We know our gameplan, we know our strategy. And thanks to Lish, we know how to adjust. Let's go out there and win one more!"

The other team started with the ball and before we could blink, they had put points on the board. One of their wide receivers was a guy in some of my classes named Isaiah. Isaiah was short but muscular to the point you could see the flex of his biceps through his layers of clothing. They had called a 'go' route and he blew by our corner before he could even react. His huge smile in the endzone stood out against his ebony skin.

"Well.... fuck." I muttered to Lish who was next to me. "Guess it's our turn."

We took the field and had surprisingly good results. The receivers ran their routes and made some catches. Lish scrambled for some runs and I wasn't throwing like I had a wet noodle hanging from my shoulder. The only thing I found odd was that Isaiah wasn't covering a receiver. He was rushing with quiet, paced counts and not blitzing at all.

Next time up, the other team took three plays to score. This happened only because they ran the ball twice before throwing it to Isaiah.

"Next time out, I'll play safety and double him." Jimmy said as we crossed on the sideline.

On first down, I took the snap and watched my team go into motion. I heard Isaiah loudly count out, "One-one thousand, two--one thousand, three-one thousand, four-one thousand, five-one thousand." I kept my eye on him, waiting for him to rush. Instead, he sort of hovered at the line and shifted toward Lish. I started to look downfield again when I felt a tug on my hip.

They had tricked me. While Isaiah did the rush count, it was the girl who I thought was covering Lish that came at me. I never saw her until I had been sacked. The last thing I needed was a good, athletic team now using trick plays against us.

I was muttering a symphony of curses as I reattached my flags and approached the line of scrimmage again.

Needing some yards, I slipped into shotgun and called a timing crossing routes package. As the ball came to me, I heard the dreaded "BLITZ!" for the first time in the game from the girl who had just sacked me. This time, Isaiah WAS the one who came at me and grabbed my flag for the second consecutive loss of yards. On third down, Lish tried to scramble for midfield, but she got stopped early.

The other team came back and scored, and we were suddenly down by two scores. I pulled Lish to me and gave her the new plan.

"It's called an option. On every play, you line up behind me. I'll tap one thigh or the other before the snap. When we do, we both go in that direction. That way if they blitz, I toss you the ball, and I'm in their way. If they don't blitz, you keep going and I have time for a pass."

That plan got us back on track. On the first play, there was no blitz and I hit Nate for an easy reception. On second, it was a pitch to Lish who had built up enough speed that the defender had to run her out of bounds downfield. Next came a blitz, so Lish got the ball again for a small gain.

In the huddle I told her, "Let's mix it up. Go in the opposite direction of the leg I tap." Once I again, I was a step ahead as the defense bit in the wrong direction and Lish was wide open for a catch and run for touchdown.

On the other side, the opposing machine was rolling along and seemed to be ready to return the favor when one of their receivers slipped and the ball floated into Sandy's arms for an interception. We dinked and dunked our way up the field and miraculously were tied again.

At the start of the second half, we got two completions and were marching over midfield. The problem was that my legs were getting heavy thanks to the bootleg options we were running. On virtually every play, I was running with Lish and my legs were starting to give out. Isaiah had also figured out our system and switched things up again. Now, he was covering Lish and not rushing me anymore. By shutting her down, he basically took away my best weapon on the field.

Realizing we needed a change, I called out "Nerd-palooza" telling everyone to go with the mish-mash system that had worked earlier. We lined up and as the ball was snapped, the girl to my right yelled "BLITZ". Fortunately, I was rolling to my left on the play away from her. For the second time, she didn't blitz. Isaiah did .... from my left... the exact direction I was running.

I saw him coming and as I turned to pivot away, a few things happened. My feet slipped out from under me causing me to fall awkwardly. While reaching for my flag, Isaiah unintentionally drove his shoulder into the side of my falling body, knocking the wind out of me. Worst of all, the ball squirted out of my grip.

Now the rules of flag football state that when a ball is fumbled, it's dead, and the team gets it back when it hits the ground. But human nature on the field is, "see ball, get ball". So as both Isaiah and I scrambled to grab the loose ball, two other players came diving in at the same time. The world went black for a few seconds as my body was sort of pinned and crunched on the cold ground. I felt something scrape under my eye and weight on top of my body.

Once everyone was pulled off, I sat up with a face full of mud and snow. Isaiah was the first person to reach out to me.

"I'm sorry, man. I slipped when you did. You ok?" he said with genuine concern on his face.

"I'm good" I replied, despite the stars that were spinning in front of me.

"Can we get first aid out here!" he yelled to the sideline. "We've got blood!"

The good thing about playing the team from Sports Medicine was that I suddenly had a bunch of my opponents gathering around me to check on me. I felt the warm trickle of something under my eye and on my cheek as I tried to stand up on wobbly legs. My head spun a bit and slumped to one knee.

"Fuck. He may have a concussion." A girl on the other team said. "Someone should go get a medic." As soon as she finished talking one of her teammates took off at full speed to get someone to the field. I protested that I was fine, but they still made me go to the sideline to get checked out. They pulled me from the game to give me a check-up and a quick concussion test. (This was years ago, so the concussion test basically consisted of asking "Do you know your name? Where you are? The year? OK. You're good.) I wasn't as badly hurt as everyone thought, but when I fell, I ended up scraping my face on the stupid plastic 'hook' on my glove which opened me up.

I missed the next series and by the time I went back in, the game was basically over. They were up by two scores, and I was wrecked. My leg hurt from earlier. My arm was throbbing. My face stung. My side ached. All from games against non-athletes where tackling wasn't allowed. I quickly realized why there were 'athletes' and 'regular people who played sports.'

Back in the game, every pass I threw was a wounded duck. I couldn't motor away from my grandmother, never mind the defense. Even Lish and Amy were slowing down with every play which made defending us that much easier. At the end of the game, we stood and clapped while Isaiah and his team celebrated and raised the small plastic trophy.

After the game, we congratulated the other team and went back to the food area. Our team ended up buying the champions a round and Isaiah returned the favor, buying me a beer as an apology for the tangle on the field. Almost every member of his team came over to check on me and gave me advice on everything from the possible concussion to how to minimize the muscle pain that was coming. We all laughed, drank, and joked for about an hour until the temperature started to drop as night encroached. It seemed like the cold, the wet clothes, and the pain all kicked back in at once. People started to peel off to head to dorms and apartments to start cleaning up. Some were going back out that night, others were following my plan of a shower, food, and rest.

I trudged across campus with my bag on my shoulder acutely aware of every ache and pain in my body. The clock had crept just past 6:00 when I got to Kat's dorm. I rang the buzzer for her room, she answered, and buzzed the door to let me in. As the RA, her room was on the third floor of the building, and it felt like every step was a struggle up each flight of stairs. I had to pause to catch my breath and give my leg a chance to uncramp when I reached her floor before going around the corner and knocking on her door.

-----------HALFTIME---------------

I heard Kat's voice say, "Come in" so I turned the knob and entered the room, pausing for a moment to kick off my wet, muddy boots outside her door. Because she was a resident assistant, basically a senior who was in charge of monitoring the dorm and its residents, she got a larger room than most students. Her room had a short hallway, small sitting area and a private bathroom and shower. Her desk and twin bed took up the other side of the room. It was basically a small studio apartment, without the kitchen.

I stepped out of hallway into the main room and stopped at the sight before me. Kat had her long, brown hair pulled back into two pigtails and was dressed in what I recognized from pictures as her high school cheerleader outfit. The burgundy top was stretched across her large tits, which were round and overflowing from the V-neck of the jersey, the white letters PHS were straining across her chest. The skirt was pleated, snug around her waist, and riding higher on her thighs than originally intended. Although she had worn the uniform less than four years earlier, her body had clearly developed from girl to woman in that time. She had on white knee socks and a pair of sneakers. Standing there, she was the embodiment of every cheerleader fantasy of men everywhere.

The sultry look on her face was gone instantly, replaced by panic and concern as she stepped toward me.

"Holy shit, Jay. Are you ok?"

I turned slightly to look in the mirror on her wall and saw myself for the first time looking like a complete wreck. My sweats from my thighs down were caked in a mixture of wet and drying mud. My Joe Montana jersey still hung on my body, but a large piece was now torn and dangling from my left side. My face was streaked with dirt and still had remnants of blood under my eye and on my cheek, which was already bruising and swollen. Finally, my hair was a dirty, muddy, matted mess.

"I'm good, babe. A little battered, a little bruised, but I'm ok. Especially looking at you."

"Can I ask... did you at least win?"

Kat sat on the edge of the bed as I gave her the play by play of the games and our eventual loss. When she shifted, I could see a pair of simple white cotton panties covering her mound under her skirt.

"I'm sorry babe. Did you at least have fun?" she asked cautiously.

"Actually, yeah. It was pretty awesome. Lish was a monster out there."

"Well, I was hoping I was going to celebrate with my championship QB tonight, but I think we can still figure something out, don't you? Unless you're too sore." She teased.

"I mean, I'm banged up, but I think the important parts are still ok."

"Why don't we get you out of those nasty clothes and see?" Kat said as she stood up and approached me. She gave me a gentle nudge and backed me up against the end of the bed before reaching down to the tie around the waist of my sweatpants. She loosened them and pushed them down over my waist and thighs, letting them pool around my ankles.

The bulge of my dick was evident, pushing against the constraints of the long undergear I wore. Kat rubbed her hand up and down my length and breathed against it through the fabric, causing me to swell more. Grabbing at the hips, with a hand on each side, Kat slid down to her knees and attempted to take the underwear with her. Unfortunately, they were designed to be tight, and they were soaked with a combination of water and sweat so they stuck to my skin.

"Well," she joked, "Looks like I'm going to have to work for this." This time, she got a stronger grip and stretched the material away from my skin and started to peel it down toward my feet. She paused to adjust her hands and guide the pants over my swollen cock as she struggled to move it all down and past my knees. My cock bobbed in front of her as she raised back up on her knees, so it was level with her mouth. Just as she moved to envelope it, she paused, startled for the second time.

"Oh, baby. Your leg. Are you ok?"

I looked over to the mirror and saw the large bruise on the side of my leg that was already an ugly shade of black and blue. Despite the layers I was wearing, I had dirt splattered on my skin in random patterns and locations. The combination of sweat and moisture and dirt being trapped in the layers of clothing made me realize just how gross I must be at that moment.

"I'm fine. But maybe I should grab a shower, I'm pretty gross right now."

Kat looked up at me from her knees and her eyes had a strange sparkle I hadn't seen in our early-stage relationship.

"No. Don't." she said as she used her tongue to take a long lick up the length of my shaft. "This is so fucking hot." She licked again up the side. "Your skin is so salty right now." Lick. "And everything is just so ... manly." Lick.

She moved her hands up to my hips, opened her lips and began to suck on the swollen head of my dick. Her tongue danced around the sensitive skin as she seemed to savor the taste of my dick. Using just the tip, she flicked at the underside of my cock, before plunging further down my shaft. Within seconds, I was coated with her saliva as she bobbed back and forth on my swollen member. My dick popped out of her mouth when she pulled back for a moment.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you taste so good." She resumed licking my cock like a popsicle, lapping around the entire surface. Her head slid lower, and she sucked one of my balls into her mouth working it around with her tongue before releasing it and doing the same to the other one. When she moved back to my cock, my hands naturally drifted up to her head. Her eyes looked up at me and a small smile crept at the corners of her full mouth.

Looking down, I was living a fantasy as a hot cheerleader with huge tits was on her knees bobbing on my cock and smiling up at me with sultry eyes. She released my shaft for the second time and wiped her chin as spit dripped down it.

"You know, I didn't put these pigtails in just for looks, baby. You know I can take you deep. I want to taste your cum."

Kat took my head back in her mouth but didn't move. She just looked up at me almost daring me to take her cue. I followed her lead by gripping each of her pigtails and pulling her head into my pelvis. I felt her mouth and throat open as she swallowed my entire cock. She made a short gagging sound as my flesh filled her up. I held her there and felt her tongue, mouth and throat muscles massage my cock. I pulled her back allowing her to gasp for air before plunging her back again. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, coating my shaft and balls, dripping down her chin and to my pooled clothes below.

I kept my grip on her hair and started to pull and push her head, fucking her mouth in a steady motion. As I did, I felt one of her hands move up and start to massage my balls. The dual sensations began to overwhelm me, and I felt my balls start to tighten. I pulled back slightly so my cock remained in her mouth as I felt the first blast of cum coat the inside of it. Kat let the first waves of cum fill her mouth before swirling it around and taking more of me in her. I felt her swallow the first mouthful as her lips and nose hit my skin, allowing me to shoot the remaining fluids down her throat. As my cock spasmed and jerked, she slurped and licked her way back and off. When she sat back on her ass, I could see her lips and chin were red and her eye makeup had run from her watering eyes.

"Well" she said, wiping her face on her arm, "I guess you know one of my fetishes now. I get REALLY turned on by a guy's scent after a workout."

I was still leaning back against the wall recovering, "Good to know. I'll have to hit the gym more often if these are one of the benefits." I helped her to her feet, and she leaned up and gave me a salty kiss on the lips.

"But now that I cleaned that part of you off, why don't you grab a shower and recover a bit?"

"I thought you liked me all sweaty?"

"I do. But you're not getting anywhere near my clean sheets with all that mud and blood on you. There's a towel in there. Go."

I slipped out of my pants and went into the tiny bathroom where I struggled out of the rest of my clothes. Once the water heated up, I got in and let the shower wash over me. Looking down, I could see the brown water circling the drain and was amazed at how much dirt had been on me. I reached for the shampoo and felt my shoulder ache again for the first time. That ache paled in comparison to when I started to wash up and hit the large bruise on my leg and when the soap ran down into the scrape under my eye. I stood under the water until my skin started to tingle from the heat before I got out, grabbed a towel, and gently dried myself off.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and went back into Kat's room. She was still dressed as a cheerleader, now standing by the bed which had two towels covering it.

"Lay down on your stomach." She ordered. "Let's get you loosened up a bit."

I did as I was told, getting my head comfortable on the pillow. Kat pulled away my towel and I felt a warm liquid puddle on my back as Kat started to rub the slippery lotion into my skin.

"I bought this massage oil a while back" she said. "But it seemed like tonight would be a good night to use it." She rubbed the fluid into my back and shoulders with firm pressure from her fingers. For the first time in hours, I felt muscles start to loosen and relax. She worked her way down my back and poured more in the valley of my lower back just above my ass. She continued to rub and massage and then started to spread it on my ass. She worked my fleshy muscles before spreading my cheeks, pouring more oil between them and running her fingers along my asshole. I tensed as she teased my hole before she went back to my ass and upper thighs.

"Well... THAT reaction was interesting. Something I'll have to remember." she whispered in a teasing tone.

She removed her hands and I felt the bed shift as she straddled my back, facing my legs. I first felt her warm, slippery hands start to massage my hamstrings and then she leaned forward to reach further down my legs. When she did, I felt the trimmed patch of her pubic hair rubbing against my own skin.

"You take off part of your uniform?" I mumbled through the pillow.

"I sure did. Once you recover, I want to make things as easy as I can for my injured player." She worked her hands further down my legs, working the warming lotion into my calves and eventually the bottom of my feet. As she did, I could feel her gyrating her hairy mound against my skin as if to remind me that she was now completely bare under her skirt. The coarseness of her hair rubbed against my ass as she worked the last of the lotion into my skin.

She shifted again and told me to roll over while she raised herself up on her knees just enough for me to twist on to my back beneath her. I watched her pour more massage lotion into her hands and she leaned forward and started to rub it on to the front of my legs. She ran her hands up and down my extremities from my feet to my quads. As her hands made the continuous motions, she allowed her hips to fall. I felt the heat of her pussy on my cock as her wet lips slid up and down my shaft. As her hands moved up and down my legs, her pussy slid up and down the length of my cock. After what seemed like forever, she moved her hands back, braced herself on the mattress and slid my cock into her pussy in reverse cowgirl position.

The slick walls of her tunnel rose and fell on my cock, and I could feel her lower lips spreading up and down the length of my shaft. My own hands were slick from the lotion, and I ran them up and under her skirt rubbing her bare, muscular ass. The springs of the cheap dorm bed squeaked as Kat bounced up and down on my cock and the scent of her arousal mixed with the smell of the lotion on my skin. Her head rolled back, and her pigtails flailed in the air with every movement. I began to pump my hips up, driving my dick further into her and reached up with my hands to spread her ass cheeks. I had a clear view of her pussy lips gripping my cock with every thrust and her puckered rosebud was visible between her cheeks.

I was able to coat my thumb with some of the lotion from my own skin and I slowly pressed against her exposed asshole.

"Jay, baby, not my ass. I'm not ready for anything in my ass." she moaned as my slippery thumb circled and teased her forbidden hole. I kept circling my digit around in a circle as she continued to bounce and grind on my dick. The wooden frame of the bed was bumping against the wall at that point, leaving no secret to what we were doing in the room. Kat's moans, the squeaking springs and thumping of the bed were clearly audible through the thin walls of the dorm.

My hands were slippery as I attempted to get a better grip on the full globes of Kat's ass. She was riding and bouncing on my dick, driving herself closer to an orgasm. As she neared her climax, she shifted back suddenly which caused one of my slippery thumbs to pop through the muscular ring of her ass. I instinctively gripped her ass cheek with my thumb embedded in her ass and Kat exploded. I could feel her pussy spasming and gripping my cock while her ass squeezed tightly around my finger.

"Fuck, Jay! I'm coming! Oh fuck! I'm so fucking full! I'm fucking coming!" She was leaning back on her outstretched arms and yelling toward the ceiling. I felt a small flow of liquid squirt from her pussy and down my shaft and balls. She rode me through the entirety of her orgasm before she fell off me, sliding her back against the cinder block wall. My cock popped out of her and bobbed in the open air as it was released from her hot, wet tunnel. Because I had come in her mouth just before my shower, I was able to resist coming myself and was still rock hard.

Even with my bumps, cuts and bruises, Kat was suddenly looking similarly disheveled. One of her pigtails was nearly out of its hair tie. Sweat was glistening on her forehead and her makeup was smeared and runny. Her short skirt was pushed up high on her waist and her legs were still splayed open, leaving her on full display. Her pussy was wet and swollen and her nether lips looked inflamed. Kat kept her bush neatly trimmed in a short triangle and her pubic hair was moist and matted down. Even her inner thighs showed a mixture of sweat and the juices of her arousal.

As she regained her breath, she looked down at my rigid member and said, "I think I have something you'll like now."

Sitting up again, she reached down and started to pull the midriff of her shirt up over her enormous tits. She strained and pulled as she stretched the fabric up and over her globes until her tits popped free. As always, they were simply magnificent. Large and round, full and soft, her tits bounced out of their constraints and fell with their own weight. Her areolae were large and round and her nipples stuck out from their centers. She didn't remove her top completely, which made her outfit dirtier and sluttier than I thought possible. Looking at the school cheerleader with her sopping pussy exposed and her tits on display still framed by the classic uniform was a sight I'll remember forever.

Kat picked up the bottle of lotion and poured it down into the cleft of her breasts. The liquid shined in the light as she used her hands to coat first the gap between her tits, then the surface of her large cannons. She covered them completely until they were covered and shiny, before finally gripping and pulling on both of her nipples causing them to perk up more. She repositioned herself on the bed and used her hands to wrap her amazing tits around my cock. Slowly at first, then faster with more pressure, she began to fuck me with her breasts.

My dick easily slid in the gap as she pumped her own tits up and down my shaft. The way the fleshy globes were soft and supple as they slid around the length of my cock felt incredible. They were softer and fuller than her pussy but also strangely smoother. The sensation was so different and arousing, I felt my balls start to tighten for the second time that evening.

"Do you like that, baby? You like how I'm fucking you with my big tits?"

"Kat... it feels incredible. You're gonna make me come." I practically begged.

"Do it, Jason. I want to feel your cum splash all over my tits. Paint my tits with your cum. Shoot your load all over my slutty cheerleader tits and make me lick it off."

"Babe... babe.... I'm coming...."

"Come, Jason. Come on my tits."

My dick exploded and I felt my cum fill the chasm between her breasts. When she pumped down on me, the head of my cock emerged from between the top of her tits and a few spurts of cum splashed on to the underside of her chin. Her chin, torso and tits were quickly covered in a pattern of white splatter. As my dick stopped ejaculating, Kat took one of her tits in her hand and lifted it up toward her mouth. When it was close enough, she extended her tongue and licked some of the streaks from her own skin. She dropped one breast, lifted the other and repeated the action, cleaning my cum from her breasts.

As my cock deflated, she slumped back down to the bed, falling into the crook of my arm. The weight of her on my shoulder caused me to cry out a bit, as I was suddenly reminded of the abuse my body had taken. As we basked in the afterglow, we could hear the voices and laughter of the girls in her dorm through the walls.

"Pretty sure they know what we've been up to, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, you hear everything in here. I can always hear when someone has a 'guest' and sometimes even if they have a little friend in their drawer that they use. Besides, we're girls - a bunch of them knew my plan for tonight. As a matter of fact, the pigtails were Rebecca's idea."

Kat climbed over me again to get off the bed, which caused a new series of pain and groans from me.

"I'm sorry you're so sore, babe." She said as she grabbed a towel to clean off the rest of her chest. "Let's call and order a pizza for delivery."

I wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point, when Kat was getting cleaned up and changed, then ordering the pizza, the day caught up to me. I fell asleep, still naked, in the bed and dozed until I was shocked awake by the sound of the buzzer from downstairs. I started to jump up before the various body parts zapped me with shots of pain and I fell back onto the bed.

I heard Kat chuckle from the small couch across the room, now dressed in a pair of short gym shorts and a sweatshirt.

"Since you can barely move, I'll run down and meet the guy at the door." She said as she grabbed her wallet and left the room. I slumped back down on the bed working to get the sleepiness out of my head and still feeling the pain from various bumps and bruises. Kat had been gone for a few minutes when the door burst open.

"Did he like the surprise, Kat?"

"We could hear you guys from our roo.... oh shit!"

The two giggling, girlish voices stopped suddenly as I sat up quickly for the second time and was again reminded by my body not to make sudden movements. I was looking at the door where two of Kat's residents had come through the door and were now staring at me laying naked in her bed. They had a clear view of my dick and balls that were exposed when the sheet slid off me.

As quickly as they burst in, they scrambled back out, slamming the door behind them. I rolled over, groaning, and went into my bag, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I was wondering what I was going to teel Kat when I heard her voice outside talking to some of the girls from the dorm. She opened the door, smiling, with a pizza in one arm and a bag of food in the other.

"Well," she started. "I guess a couple of the girls got a show, huh?"

"I swear, Kat, they just burst in. The sheet fell when I sat up."

"Babe. It's no big deal and it's not like they didn't know what we were doing in here." She gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and started putting the food out on the small table by the couch.

We ate, then started a movie with both of us on the couch. When the movie ended, Kat jumped up and told me she had to do her rounds. That meant that she had to do a quick walkaround of the dorm to make sure everything was ok. When I offered to go with her, she replied, "No. You'd be so slow, it would take forever. Wait here. I'll be back in 20 minutes or so."

The rounds took closer to 30 minutes and when Kat returned, I was still on couch watching Sportscenter on ESPN. Looking at the screen, Kat asked, "Haven't you had enough football for one day?"

"I could be on my deathbed and I could still watch football" I responded.

"What if I was on a different bed?" she asked. "Would you still want to watch football?"

"Depends." I chirped back. "Who's playing?"

Kat turned her back to me, went into her dresser and dug around in one of the drawers. She disappeared into the bathroom for a minute before re-emerging wearing an oversized football jersey with her hometown Giants on it. Without a word, she walked across the room and leaned over, placing her forearms on the bed. Her thick, muscular legs spread wide and the shirt rode over her hips revealing that she was naked underneath.

"Sure you still want to watch football?" she said smiling back at me.

"I jumped up as quickly as I could, removing my shorts and tossing them to the side. As I approached her, I could see her huge tits hanging loosely under the shirt as she was bent over. I rubbed my cock against her slit a few times to spread her natural lubrication over my head which elicited a set of groans from her. Once my cock was slick with her juices, I gripped her hips and pushed forward into her.

Thanks to our previous activities, her pussy opened I for me easily and slid into her hot, wet tunnel. My hips met up with her ass and I began to make repeated rhythmic thrusts into her. I watched the flesh of her ass bounce with every thrust as I slammed my cock into her pussy. The bed squeaked and thumped, while Kat grunted, and the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

"Yes! That's it, Jay. Fuck me. I want to feel your cum in me. I want you to fill me up."

I started to pump into to harder, feeling my balls slap against her while I watched the rippling flesh of her ass bouncing in front of me. Kat shifted and lifted herself up into a pushup position, extending her arms on the bed. The allowed her tits to fall free and bounce under the loose shirt. I was able to reach forward and grab her breasts and started to use them to pull her back on to my cock. With the odd position, I was gripping her tits tightly, and I could feel her hard nipples in my palms.

"Yeah, baby! Squeeze my tits. Use my tits to fuck me. Squeeze them, baby. I love your hands on my tits and your cock in my pussy."

I grabbed and gripped her tits tighter and pulled her back on me. I was able to get one of her nipples trapped between my fingers and I tightened around it. Kat fell forward and I lost my grip as she shook and spasmed. Her pussy tightened around my cock, pulsing and squeezing as she climaxed. My thrusting slowed as her pussy seemed to milk my cock, gripping it with her muscular walls.

"Don't stop" she moaned into the mattress. "I want to feel you come. Please" she begged. "Come in my cunt. Fill me up."

I couldn't take it anymore and my cock launched a stream of cum deep in Kat's pussy. Despite having come twice earlier in the night, I still shot a huge load flood into her. I jerked and bucked as I shot into her repeatedly. When the last burst flowed into her, I slowed down and pushed as far into her as I could. Another mini-orgasm hit Kat and when her pussy spasmed, I felt my own cum leaking out of her, down my balls and drip to the floor below. When I slid out of her, more of our combined juiced flowed out and pooled below us.

Kat lifted herself up and we mashed our mouths together. Our tongues wrestled as her sopping cunt rubbed against my deflating dick. When we separated, she walked gingerly to the bathroom, while I leaned against the bed, careful not to drip more on the sheets. When she came out of the bathroom, we switched places and I cleaned myself up. We crawled into bed, and I was asleep almost instantly. The football games, the injuries, the possible concussion, and the sex all caught up to me, sending me off to a blissful dreamland.

We both woke up late the next morning and I groaned as my body had tightened up overnight. That didn't stop my normal blood flow from giving me a case of morning wood that was pressed up against Kat's pillowy soft ass. My arm was wrapped around her, and I felt the weight of her breast in my hand. I rubbed and massaged it until I felt her nipple harden and swell.

With a quiet moan, Kat slid the crotch of her shorts to the side and lined my cock up with her opening. I slid in and we had a slow, quiet fuck that seemed perfectly suited to a cold Sunday morning. I pumped in and out of her with my arm wrapped around her. I felt her move her hand down to her clit as she spread her legs slightly to give herself access. This time, I came first, filling her pussy. She continued to flick her clit until she had an orgasm of her own. We both dozed off again until Kat eventually got up and showered. When I got up to do the same, I saw myself in the mirror again.

The bruising on my leg was ugly and dark. My cheek was swollen, and I had the small ring of a black eye under my right eye. I was sore, but knew I was going to live. The hot shower helped, and I got dressed to head back to my own place with Kat for the day. We both had work to do and figured my apartment was better than her dorm.

When we got there, Annie was curled up on the couch under a blanket with her books on her lap. She looked up when she saw me and laughed, "Wow. You look like shit. You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to rest my body."

"By the looks of it, Kat, you didn't let that happen last night." she replied.

We all settled in for the cold afternoon under blankets with books, laptops and notebooks out as we worked on various homework. Sunday football games on TV filled the room in the background. I alternated putting different icepacks on different parts of my body throughout the day.

That evening, our studies were interrupted by Matt emerging from his room on the phone.

"What? No, Sarah." I heard him say as he smiled at me. "He's here. Why don't I let him tell you, himself, what he was saying about you? Make sure you ask him about play sixty-nine, though!"

I tried to avoid the phone he was handing me when I was suddenly pulled down on to the couch by Kat. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me in place while she grabbed the phone and held it to my ear.

"Uh.... hey, Sarah..." I said tentatively, with the irony that the beating I was about to take from Matt's sister, Sarah was going to be worse than anything on the field.

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