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I’ve been having a great year so far, especially since my transition to being a captain this season. I know my team has great potential, we reached the semis last season, but when my captain got his heart broken just before the game, he’d been out of his game and led us to a loss.

The moment I was asked to be the captain, I decided to get my head in the game and focus on just football. I cannot afford any distractions. I want to lead the team to the victory that they deserve.

I have become more disciplined but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have fun! I have slept with more women than I can count, although ever since becoming the captain, I have been going to less parties, limiting my drinking to only weekends and some weekdays. Okay maybe I still drink but not as much as I used to.

People often relate jocks to being dumb, but I do like to think that I am at least smarter than most jocks. Majoring in Computer Science has been the best thing I decided to do.

Coding leaves me at peace.

Maybe because I have been coding since I was a kid. My mom had her own software company and taught me coding immediately after I learned how to read. But all the screen time ruined my eyes and I have to use glasses when reading and using the computer. The boys make so much fun of me for that.

“It’s Beck’s birthday baby!” George jumps on the sofa with a thud.

Not a good sign. Beck knows how to throw a party! Fucker even brings in strippers if he’s feeling good, and if it’s his birthday, I doubt that he will go lowball.

“We have early morning practice assholes, unless you want to do it hungover. Coach Belkis is gonna work our asses off. He was already pissed that Nate didn’t show up for the last one. Is he still banging that chick? Even after she accused him of knocking her up?” I plop down in the armchair next to the sofa.

Daniel sighs, leaning on the couch. “I guess so. He said he’s in love or some shit with her. Man, I hope he doesn’t screw it up like Harold did.” Harold was the captain before me, the one who screwed up.

“Coach Belkis is not at all forgiving when it comes to personal matters. Don’t know who broke the poor man’s heart, he’s more bitter than Marcus when it comes to relationships.” Siddharth laughs as he sits with a beer in his hand. I just roll my eyes at him.

They will never understand it! All relationships are just doomed to end. So, why bother going through one when you’re just going to end up hurt? “It’s a distraction. And anyway, with college and all the games, I don’t have time for a girlfriend and blah blah.” I say.

Siddharth, George and Daniel are my teammates and also my roommates. George Daniel and I are Juniors and graduating next year. Siddharth is a Sophomore. Siddharth and George want to go pro just like me, but Daniel, despite being an amazing mid linebacker, will take over his dad’s business. Even if he has no interest in it.

I sometimes wish I could knock some sense into him, but Daniel’s father is not one to mess with. He is a very powerful businessman, who hides behind his fists when he is angry and raises his hands on his child. I have seen Daniel’s bruises when he came back from Christmas, it was the first time I’d ever wanted to gut someone. Daniel is like my brother. All my roommates are, but Dan and I have the most understanding relationship of all.

George walks in the middle of the room. “Back to the party! Beck invited us all. Said there are going to be some strippers coming in too. Now that’s a way to turn 21!” He laughs and cheers and hoots. All of the boys in here are manwhores, including me. We have slept with more women than we can count. But the only bro code we never break is you never sleep with the same woman.

“Fine. It’s a Saturday anyway.” Dan joins in.

“I’ll go but I’m not drinking” I say with a sigh.

“Don’t be a spoilsport man!” Siddharth or as we like to call him Sid, chimes in.

“Well, somebody has to make sure that your asses get back home so that they can be whipped by Belkis tomorrow.” I chuckle and they all groan in union.

“You’re no fun, cap.” George says.

I hate going to practise with a hangover, especially since I’d taken over being the captain. Coach Belkis is someone who seems like he hasn’t gotten laid in a decade and has been banned from jerking off, so he is always so pissed. Because I have wondered so many times how one can be this angry at all times?

Also, I am the worst person to be around when I’m hungover.

I shrug and the boys groan in frustration.

“Ugh! Fine. You can be the sober cop.” George sighs.

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As soon as I make my way to the party, I am swarmed with people. The usual– women throwing themselves at me and all. And I am not bragging by any means. I make my way through to wish Beck on his Birthday and he sends me back a stripper with me.

As if it wasn’t that obvious, she’s tiny and petite, blonde hair and too small in front of me. Definitely not my type. I like girls with thick thighs. I think it's the hottest thing for a woman.

Don’t judge me!

Some people like to eat meat which has fat. Not in a literal way guys…I am not a cannibal! But a man is allowed to have a type of woman he goes for.

“So, you want to go upstairs or to your place?” The blonde asks me as she sits on my lap. I roll my eyes at her and I spot her…

Chugging her drink like there’s no tomorrow. She proceeds to make another drink. She fills half her glass with whisky and adds sprite to it and gives it another chug. Her black hair falls on her shoulders after she places her glass down and shakes her head. That was a strong drink! Her red top is practically highlighting how beautiful her tits are and I see everyone who passes by takes a look at them but she doesn’t even notice.

It makes me want to strangle each and every one of them. Her long earrings make me want to play with them. I wonder if they would dangle as I thrust into her. She pushes her hair back with a flip and my dick twitches. Her eyes land on me and it sends blood straight to my pelvis.

Just then the blonde moves in my lap and literally strokes my cock with her thighs. She is probably thinking that she got me this hard.

What is wrong with me? Her one look got me hard! I roll my head back and adjust myself. I take a look at her through the corner of my eyes and she’s still looking at me.

I push the blonde stripper off me and make my way to the kitchen. I can see that she can’t take her eyes off me either. But as soon as she sees me get up and walk towards her, she starts to look away and walks past me.

Our hands graze and it sends electricity up my body. What is wrong with me? I have slept with more women than I could remember, but I would beg this woman to let me touch her.

I stay in the kitchen for a while until I spot her again as she makes her way back to the living room. Some drunken asshole holds her face and starts pouring the cheap vodka down her throat. She is clearly drunk at this point. But he doesn’t stop. The vodka glistens down her shirt until it disappears in her cleavage and I see him checking out her tits.

I can’t stop myself from going over to him and smashing the bottle on his head. She finally pushes him away and holds her head in her hands. Losing balance. I run through the crowd towards her. She lands on my chest and wraps her hands around my waist immediately.

Fuck . I am so hard right now. She looks up at me and her eyes sparkle with the most beautiful shade of brown. It reminds me of the great oak tree for some reason. And then I see the smallest mole just under her left eye. My heart melts as I get flashbacks of blue eyes with a small mole just under the eye.

I immediately let go of her, but she doesn’t.

“Do–do you. Hiccup Do you want to fuck me?” she whispers in my ear.

I gulp hard. I take a look at her plush lips painted with red lipstick. It would look so beautiful around my cock. But I won’t.

“You’re drunk.” I say because she is holding onto me like a pillar and she will fall the moment she lets go of me.

“I’m not Hiccup drunk.” she pouts at me.

I take a look around to see if anyone is coming for her. “Who did you come here with?” I ask her. I need to make sure that she goes back home as soon as possible, so that I can go back and jerk off this erection.

She pouts as if she is in deep thought. She points towards the dance floor. I look around to see who she is pointing to. “Let’s go dance.” She yells and holds my hand and drags me to the dance floor.

I hate dancing .

I don't dance!

The song changes to a sexy one and she starts swaying her hips. Damn! Her ass is huge. I’m sure it would jiggle when I smack it. Her back facing me, I keep my one hand wrapped around her waist so that she doesn’t fall down while she keeps grinding on me. This is my personal hell!

But I can’t. She’s drunk. And never in my life have I ever fucked a drunk girl, not even a tipsy one. Unless they’re sober and I am sober, I am not fucking them. Period. I don’t want to take advantage of any woman when she’s under the influence nor do I want to force myself on someone when I am under the influence.

“It’s hot in here.” she says as she moves her hair to the front and exposes her neck to me. I just want to bury my face in her neck and make her come on my fingers so badly.

Before I can say anything. I see that she’s trying to take off her top. I immediately hold her hands down and turn her around to face me. She falls on my chest with a thud.

“You need to go home, sweetheart! Now!” I say holding my inner animal inside me.

She hums with her eyes closed. She’s wasted. I can’t leave her here. She tried to take her clothes off in the middle of the dance floor. I don’t know where she lives or who she came with. Hell, I don’t even know her name.

“Do you have all your stuff with you?” I ask her, knowing very well that I am going to regret this. But I can’t leave her here.

She just nods her head.

“I’m going to have to ask you to hold my hand and not let go under any circumstance. Can you do that for me?” I ask her as I lean my head down to hers. She smiles at me and her eyes close when she smiles. It twists a knife in my stomach. It again takes me back down the memory lane with my mom when she used to smile at me like that, her eyes would close whenever she smiled when she was actually happy. Maybe that’s more the reason that I can’t leave her here.

And I know how fucked up it sounds that I am having such vulgar thoughts about her!

I hold out my hand for her and she holds onto it firmly. I make my way through to the room in the back, where my other teammates are getting a private strip show. I roll my eyes at them and signal them that I am leaving. Dan nods his head at me and assures me that he will take care of them.

I make my way outside and the chilly breeze hits my face and suddenly I feel so much better.

She is still holding onto my hand. Good.

I help her get in the passenger seat of my car and strap her in. She immediately bends down to remove her heels. Or at least she’s trying. Red bottoms. They would look better laid on my shoulders as I thrust into her and she moaned my name.

Snap out of it, Marcus!

This girl is turning me on, on a next level. I bend down and help her remove her heels and she shivers as my hand touches her ankles. She is wearing anklets and they have dancing bells on them which make a sound when they move. I wonder if they would curate the music to our dance when I am inside her or when I make her legs shake with pleasure.

“I got it.” I say and she sits back up. After removing her shoes, I get in on the other side and drive us off to my place. It is about a 10 minute drive, but I drive slowly. She was already half asleep when I started the car.

“I’m sleepy.” she says as her head falls on my lap and I almost swerve the car into a tree. But I regain control.

Okay…I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s not the first time a girl's head was so close to my crotch while driving. I won’t lie, I have gotten a blowjob before when driving, but seeing at her red lips, I am hard as fuck right now thinking how good that colour might look around my cock.

I pull the car over and gently tap on her head. “Wakey. Wakey, princess.” I lift her head from my lap and she’s passed out. I slowly move her head back on her seat and run to open her door.

Let’s get you out. “Can you wake up for me, Raven?” I hold her hand and undo the belt.

Mhmm… she nods and immediately wraps her hands around my neck. I can feel her breath on my neck and that sends jolts down my spine. What is this girl doing to me?

“Shoes…” she mummers. I pick her up with one hand as she wraps her legs around my waist like a baby and I pick up her shoes in my other hand.

“Are we home?” she asks in a husky voice.

“We’re home.” I say as I walk through the door. I think of letting her sleep in the living room on the couch, it is comfy, but I know that the minute my asshole friends walk in, they’re going to try to disturb her and I don’t like that. So, I carry her to my room.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she says in a sleepy voice and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m going to get you to bed.” I say.

“But, I can please you. If you give me the chance.” she exhales on my neck and my dick twitches again. “I want to feel you inside me. Is that so wrong? I can make you come hard.” She says in a breathy voice. I stop midway as she says that. No! I am not taking advantage of a drunk hot and sexy woman whose name I don’t know.

“Maybe later.” I say trying to shake off all the dirty thoughts off my mind, which is impossible to do at this point.

I put her down slowly on her feet and throws her shoes to the side.

She dry heaves a couple of times. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up!” She says.

“Bathroom! To your right.” She sprints to the bathroom and I run behind her to hold her hair back but I’m a little late. Her top is ruined and a little bit of her hair too. Once she empties her stomach. I sit her up on the edge of the bathtub and get a wet washcloth. I knew I was going to have to care for one of the assholes, but all I was going to do was carry their dumbasses home and throw them on the floor and let them sleep it off. This was not on my list, but honestly, I don’t mind one bit.

“You’re sweet. I would even let you come inside me.” And I choke on my spit. No woman. And I repeat no woman has ever talked dirty with me as much as her. Usually it's just me who’s dirty talking, but it’s a good change for once. Except for the fact that I want to jerk off really badly, but I can’t.

“Maybe you can tell me that tomorrow.” I start wiping down her hair. My eyes fall on her eyes and the small mole under her left eye. I want to plant a soft kiss on it so bad. It makes me tear up.

My mother passed away five years ago and I still haven’t been able to get over it. I can’t. Never.

She smiles, ear to ear and her eyes disappear. “It’s hot in here.” she says and proceeds to pull her shirt over her head. I know I should stop her or at least turn around, but I don’t. I have been dying to know what she’s wearing underneath.

A red lacy bra.

Fuck me!

Her tits are beautiful.

I want them in my mouth.

She proceeds to remove her bra too, but I stop her. As much as the innate animal inside me wants to open her bra with my teeth, I can’t. Not when she’s drunk.

“Sleep. I want sleep.” She says as her head falls on my chest. I carry her in my arms and carry her to my desk. I placed her on the chair and put a shirt of mine on her. She immediately takes off her bra after that and tosses it behind my cupboard. I can see her stiff nipples through my shirt.

She gets up and then proceeds to take off her jeans as well. I let her because my shirt is like a dress on her and she looks adorable in it. I just want to throw her on the bed and cuddle her to sleep. It’s weird, I know.

“Sleep.” she says again. She walks to the bed and falls on it with a thud. The shirt rides up ever so slightly and I am intrigued to take a look at what’s underneath. One thing I can say is that she has thick thighs and a big behind, which jiggles as she falls on the bed and I am turned on again. I pull the blanket over to her waist and pat her head. She looks peaceful while sleeping.

I brush my teeth, jerk off to the thought of fucking her and take off my shirt and jeans and crawl in bed next to her. She shifts in the bed as I sink next to her.

“You know…I have never done it sober.” She mumbles. “Because the drunk me is confident in her body, the sober me craves that, but will never show it. Maybe that’s why I never had sex sober.” She pulls a pillow between her legs and snoozes back.

It crushes my heart to hear that. Doesn’t she realise how beautiful she is? I have seen the way everyone was checking her out at the party, how could she not notice? Some were practically drooling over her.

Something in my heart breaks off after hearing this nameless stranger’s deepest darkest secret.

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I get up before my alarm, because I couldn’t sleep at all. I’m sure I have dark circles right now. But I cannot bring myself to close my eyes and not look at her face. I assessed her every feature.

She’s beautiful.

And that mole under her eyes twists a knife in my heart, but I love that pain.

I get ready for practice slowly and leave her a note saying my name and my number, in case she wakes up while I am gone.

I am the first one off after hitting the shower. My personal best again. I want to race home to see her and ask her name. I want to talk to her. I want to fuck her.

I race upstairs to my bedroom to find her still asleep in my bed. She kicked off the blanket and my shirt rode up high to expose her matching red lacy panties. And I am hard. Great! I slide back in bed with her and her back is facing me now. I see a small matching mole on the back of her neck and I feel the urge to kiss it. But I shouldn’t. I just lay there and I close my eyes and don’t even know when I fall asleep.

When I wake up, she’s gone.

A week later she is sitting in front of me, assigned to interview me. I had signed up for that stupid thing as I had lost a bet with Sid. I knew George would never stop having sex in the common area, I don’t know why I bet against it!

But I have never been more lucky to have lost that bet.

She says her name-

Riya.