Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14

She was a little surprised that Chris was behind the wheel of her Range Rover, but climbed in, kissed her husband good morning, and enjoyed the drive to the stadium. She had been terrified her time at school had ruined any chance of their being a normal family again, and everyday 'normal' activities proved she should not have worried. She smiled, confident there would be no repeat of the prior day's impromptu BZ duties, dressed as she was. She left her coat in the Rover because it was unseasonably warm, and with her arm laced through Chris' they spoke to other parents, friends, and acquaintances as they worked their way to the bleachers where the girls were waiting.

Sharon was a little surprised to find they were down near the front, instead of at the back where she and Chris had sat in seasons past. Catherine was on the drill team, but seniors had been given permission to sit with their families or friends during the first quarter. She nodded at other nearby moms, surprised that a few were obviously made up as if they were planning a night on the town. Sharon shook her head, checking her phone to be sure it was an afternoon game. She chatted with the girls and with Heather Gakle, whose daughter, Myra was also on the drill team, and a friend of Catherine's, a distinction Sharon remembered was important-- some of the girls and more of their mothers were complete bitches.

"I'm glad you didn't treat this like a black tie dinner," the bubbly brunette whispered once they had settled. Sharon frowned, and Heather laughed, "Oh, you didn't know?" She eyed their matching hoodies, "Well, I'm glad anyway. I'd assumed Cathy told you all the families are going out for some ceremony before the game." Sharon laughed, understanding at that point the dresses and make up she was seeing down the row of bleachers.

"Well, I didn't know, but I'd still be dressed like this," she answered Heather, "After all, it's for our girls, not us." Sharon answered questions about how she was liking school and about their holiday before the commotion began as school administrators waved for the families to come down onto the field. There was similar commotion on the far side as the visiting team's seniors and their families assembled, too.

Sharon smiled as Scott jogged over to join the family, helmet in hand. He hugged his parents and sister, then with his family moved toward the middle of the field. Sharon was focused on her kids and their friends as the announcer droned on about the importance of the new 'historic' 'city wide' games, and the spirit of friendship and diversity that were being nurtured. As part of that, the seniors for both teams were to be announced together. And then he began to spiel off the names, in alphabetical order, including band, flag, cheer, drill, and players.

Someone nearby laughed that hardly anyone was left in the stands, and Sharon nodded, then waved to Kelly, who had stayed in their seats on the bleachers. She was proud of her kids and was glad that Catherine was getting recognition for something she had worked hard to do and do well.

"Catherine Sobel, senior... co captain drill team," the voice echoed after a long time reading two schools' role. Catherine waved as Chris and Scott shouted and clapped along with Sharon. They waited as more names were called. Sharon moved over to hug her daughter. The guys were talking sports or cars or women... maybe even football with the Kris Sparks and his father.

"I'm proud of you," Sharon started, "And I know you're going to enjoy college next year."

"Just like you are," Catherine agreed with a big smile, missing the momentary slip of her mother's smile. "Who knows, maybe we can be roommates."

"I, uh... are you coming up to state?" Sharon had not really thought about that. "I mean, aren't freshmen supposed to use the dorms, well... I mean young freshmen," she caught herself too late. Catherine laughed.

"Geez, mom, worried I'll cramp your style?" Her daughter was amused by the suggestion, "I was kidding; having you right there watching everything would drive me nuts. But yeah, I may come to State, too... You and Kelly seem to be having a great time." Sharon just nodded and kept her smile in place as she considered what might happen. She banished away the momentary image of Catherine arching her back, head thrown back crying out in pleasure as Dave thrust into her. She shivered... had she been standing behind them, smiling?!

"Mom? That guy's calling for you..." Sharon blinked, then looked where Catherine was pointing, farther down the line. She saw a black football player smiling their way... leering, really. He looked familiar, but Sharon did not place him at first.

"Surely he's talking to you," she started to tell Catherine, when the young man cupped his hands to his mouth.

"Signed on the dotted line, yo," or at least Sharon hoped it was 'yo' and not 'ho,' "You gonna be my BZ Sistah," the boy's smile grew, "Damn... gonna enjoy that. Bring yo' baby girl along."

"What's he talking about?" Catherine had heard, but Sharon was relieved to see Chris and Scott were blessedly oblivious. She shook her head.

"Uhm, I think he's saying he signed to play for State next year," she began lamely.

"Well, duh, everybody knows he did... That's Zeke Storm. Everybody says he's gonna be a pro." Sharon nodded absently, though she remembered where she had met the boy before. 'Zeke' had been the only thing on his nametag the day Dave had marched them into the store in the mall.

"Damn, your girl a hottie, too," Zeke was shouting, aware that he had Sharon's attention, "She gonna be a BZ girl, too? Can't wait to get me some..." His gaze changed slightly, and Sharon looked over to see that Scott had seen him yelling their way, "That your little boy, little BZ Bitch? I'll show you what I can do today... then you'll see me later."

"What an asshole!" Catherine huffed, catching her brother's arm as Scott started to move toward the still leering linebacker. "Whoa, Scott... That's just what he wants you to do. Don't let him get to you. He obviously just saw mom's sweat pants and wants to get a rise out of you... Get you off your game." Scott reluctantly backed off, turning his back on Zeke, who hooted, taunting Sharon's son for another moment before sending a pointed wink her way and turning to job back to their sideline-- the senior announcements were done.

Sharon found herself shaking as the game started. When Chris noticed, he put an arm around her, asking if she wanted him to run to get her coat from the car. She smiled, but declined, and was relieved when Kelly suggested they visit the ladies room. On the way, she told her young lover about the brief conversation with Catherine and the more concerning episode with Zeke.

"And how did he know you?" Kelly asked, "There's no way he saw the earring that far away." Sharon shrugged, then explained she had met him in the mall with Dave. "Oh, so that's who you were looking for in that store." Sharon blushed, but did not answer. How could she answer? "Don't worry about Catherine," Kelly continued, "She may not even go to State," she shrugged, "And I thought you were having fun... I know I am." Sharon found she had no answer to that, either... Explain she did not want her daughter banging all of the frat members and she would sound judgmental about what her lover was doing... what SHE was doing. It was a cruel Catch-22.

She had no better understanding of what she should do or say when they got back from the restroom. The game was just under way, and the kids' school was already 10 points down. The women looked at each other. It could be a long game.

Mid-way through the first quarter, Scott ran a crossing pattern from his position at the right side. Almost directly in front of Kelly, Sharon, and Chris, the opposing school's middle linebacker broke off a feint blitz, stepping back and left, to hammer his shoulder into Sharon's son's unprotected side as he went up for a pass. Her breath caught as Scott managed to not only catch the ball but hang on as his momentum was reversed. He hit the ground with tremendous force, but never let go off the ball. The coaches and fans were screaming for a pass interference or unnecessary roughness penalty... hell, both. The officials moved the chains and the clock kept winding.

Scott lay on the ground for several moments before getting wobbly to his feet to stagger toward the sideline. And as her eyes stopped tracking his progress toward the safety of the bench, Sharon realized who had just hit her son. It was Zeke, who was standing posed near where the play had ended. He was staring straight up at her. Sharon looked away in embarrassment, searching out Scott, who was being tended to by the team doctor. Part of her wanted to flip the arrogant little prick off-- her son had just caught the ball despite that hit, and their team had a first down in the other team's territory. Instead, she asked Chris if he thought Scott was all right, resolved not to give the cocky prick any more satisfaction. Or attention.

It was impossible, really. And she hated to admit it, but Zeke was impressive reading the play before the offensive players, it seemed at times. He shed would be blockers and was involved in tackle after tackle after tackle.

"Was that hit on Scott harder than these others?" she asked Chris after watching Zeke upend a lineman before hooking one arm around the school's leading running back and spinning him to the ground with a 'thud' audible to the bleachers.

"Babe, that's a man playing among boys," Chris said quietly, aware that there were too many parents convinced their sons had 'it' enough to go all the way playing football. "They have two of the nation's top 100 players, so it's no wonder they're lighting us up. But hell, at least with Scott's help we got a field goal. When the gun sounded the end of the first half, it was 24 to 3, and there was no sign things would improve in the second half.

The half time was longer than usual, allowing both schools' bands and drill teams to perform. Sharon was glad her daughter got to start out-- she remembered hating the wait during games in high school, worrying whether she would make a mistake.

Catherine was clearly distracted, Sharon thought, though she hid it well. After their two brief numbers, there was a commotion... Sharon looked to the end zone nearest the locker rooms to see several of the other team's players had come out to watch. As the band started to do it's number, they hooted and clapped and waved as if they wanted the drill team to come join them.

'Mother, they're horrible,' Catherine texted Sharon before the band had finished their pieces. Sharon answered with a simple 'who.'

'That player who was eyeing you before the game and the quarterback.'

'I'm sure he was really eyeing you, dear,' Sharon answered, hoping her oldest would accept that.

'Whatever, they said they'd be happy to enjoy us next year at school. What assholes. Are all of the athletes like that? How do you stand it?' Sharon shook her head,

'When did they say that?' Sharon thought they had been part of the group behaving like asses in the end zone, far from her daughter.

'As we were lining up. He came up and told me he'd be sure to choose me next year. As if!'

'The athletes I know aren't like that at all,' Sharon sent before she stopped to think about it... Were Shaun and Dave really any different? Neither really cared about her, she was sure, except to make her imagine they did at first... until it had been too late. The thought made her hate the way she had felt around Shaun the weekend before... Had it only been a week ago? She could not believe she had been so stupid... was still dumb enough to imagine the boy really cared for her, the way he shared her with any other cock.

It was a shock to understand her position in Dave and Shaun's eyes was just that: a BZ whore. And it was unsettling that she was not destroyed by it... could already be sure she could handle whatever further humiliations they had in store.

Sharon looked at Kelly, who was in animated discussion with Heather about the drill team performance and the team at State. She could not save herself or this young woman... would she be able to save her daughter? Chris interrupted her thoughts, nodding at the phone.

"Is it important?" Sharon shook her head.

"No. That player on the other team that was taunting her before the game said something to her as they were lining up," she left it at that and Chris just nodded as if that was totally understandable. Her phone buzzed again and she looked down, expecting another text from Catherine.

'Walk to the concession stand by the north end zone.' She blinked, then realized it was a message from Shaun. Puzzled, she nevertheless nearly jumped to her feet, hating herself for being to ready to obey.

TWANG. For the first time that day the too familiar pulse of almost debilitating pain / need bloomed in her groin. Sharon bit back a groan and bent at the waist, trying to ease the pressure without touching herself.

"Fuck!" she growled, getting Heather's attention as well as Chris'. She blushed, "Sorry... I just got a cramp... I need to walk it off." She started to move toward the aisle, waving Heather and Kelly back to their seats, "It's okay, I'll be back... Can I get anyone anything?" She was relieved when nobody needed anything. She hoped whatever Shaun had in store would not take long. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kelly look at her phone. She wondered if her young lover was being given some instruction, too, but Kelly settled in her seat after glancing at the phone, and turned to continue her conversation with Heather.

Trying not to feel too jealous that she wasn't part of whatever they were talking about, and wondering why she had responded with such anger over a page she had honestly expected earlier in the week, Sharon hurried through the crowd as soon as she was out of site of Chris and the others. She wondered along the way about the persistent episodes she was experiencing, as if her body was demanding more sex. Had she been so totally ruined... so conditioned that she needed it like that? Was that even possible?

She was not surprised when her phone buzzed seconds after she had reached the lines at the concession stand at the northwest corner of the end zone. The other school's band was just starting to play. She glanced at the clock... still 12 minutes before the game resumed.

'Go knock twice, then once on the door marked 'employees only' to the west of the concession stand.' Sharon deleted the text, as well as Shaun's prior text, as she followed the directions. She envisioned a custodian who was in the frat asking Shaun or Dave for a hook up. Were there so many BZ Bitches that they could confidently ask that? Sharon blushed at the realization there probably were... she was not special at all.

She hesitated, then knocked twice, paused, and a third time. Before she had pulled her hand back, the door had opened just enough for a muscled black wrist and hand to hook the hem of her sweat pants, yanking her into the dark corridor.

"Hey!" Sharon gasped, aware as she did that no one had seen more than her knocking. And aware that her phone was buzzing again. She looked down at the screen.

'Do what you're told. He's a BZ now.' Sharon felt herself go cold as she reread that before looking up at the person who loomed in front of her. He was taller than Zeke, she thought and relaxed slightly.

"W-what do you want?" she asked, hating the tremor in her voice, and the uncertainty whether it was out of fear or anticipation.

"You'll see, little slut," the voice was young, and he turned and moved down the hall in long, easy strides that Sharon nearly had to run to match. They past a corridor where she saw various people working with food for the concession stand, then turned down the next corridor. Sharon knew she should be relieved it was empty, but her sense of anxiety was building with each step the stranger led her away from anyone else. He paused, rapped once on a door, waited, and when there was no answer, opened it, catching her hand in his impossibly large one and pulling her in after him.

"You know me, little BZ Bitch?" his voice was a rumble... a younger version of Go, Sharon thought and felt an immediate flush of arousal. She was glad it was dark as she blushed in shame.

"No," she managed.

"I'm Marvin... Marvin Love," the big man waited as if she should know the name. She tried to think... Coach? Reporter? No, he was too young. Her breath caught as she remembered Heather and Kelly's discussion. Love was the name of the quarterback who had also signed to play at State. "Good," he had judged from her reaction that she knew him, "Now, little slut, I signed for State in part because Zeke introduced me to Shaun and he promised me grade A pussy. And I can't argue... you are surely grade A pussy. Shaun told me you'd be happy to show me your gratitude for signing to play with your boys. Sharon bit her lip and nodded. Her arousal had continued to grow, faster than she was used to; she fully expected her clit to spark angrily at any moment.

She dropped to her knees without a thought, hand reaching for the player's fly. She hesitated, finding the intricate lace of the football pants... it was the quarterback.

"No sweat, little bitch, here..." His big hands were remarkably nimble in loosing the tie and pushing the pants to his knees, baring his cock. Sharon found it with her hands and pulled him to her lips. "Whoa, whoa, little bitch," the big young man set a palm on her forehead as if she was wanting to blow him, "Get outta those clothes.

"But," Sharon stopped, too late.

"No buts," the growl was more menacing, "Ain't gonna have you working my tool with that school shirt on... And who knows, I may want a taste of that pussy or ass." Blushing, Sharon pushed her pants down, then jerked the hoodie off, tossing it toward where she thought the door was. She caught his shaft in her hands again, and began to slurp at him noisily, licking up and down teasingly before taking him not just into her mouth but without difficulty into her throat.

"Damn! You are shit hot," the boy chuckled, "Gonna have to be careful if'n I want to plow that nice cunt." Sharon ignored him. She remembered something about athletes not having sex before games to keep from being tired... several of the football players had declined open offers from she or other BZ Sisters before games. If she could get him off, maybe he'd be bad the second half... Instead, he caught her head after only a few more strokes, pulling her off as she went on trying to suck at him.

"Nice try, little Slut," he chuckled, "But if you're gonna take my nut, it's gonna go in your little white cunt." He had pulled her to her feet and easily spun her around, pushing above her waist until she bent over.

"W-wait," she huffed, "Condom... rules."

"Ha... Nice try, little slut, but Shaun knows you already exposed... took some BZ Brother yesterday, didn't you?" Sharon blushed, and chose not to respond. Which was obviously sufficient response, as the big quarterback laughed, "You amazed how much the boy knows?" Sharon could not answer, as he had speared into her easily in the same moment and she was struggling not to moan encouragement, not wanting her son's rival to know he had so totally mastered her. Even so the little rational thought she could still manage was wondering just that... how was Shaun always so aware of what she was doing?! The big janitor had likely called, especially after the condom had failed, she told herself, as Marvin's rhythm picked up, his big cock steadily pushing her toward an orgasm.

"Hope you got some good undies," Marvin taunted, "Gonna fill you up so bad you'll leak a river back to your seat." Sharon had to struggle to focus... God, she was so close... He knew how to fuck... She'd worn a thong... Did she even own other panties anymore? Her body began to shake, and she was there when her clit pulsed angrily.