The Quarterback Makes a Play

I dated a lot of jerks when I first started dating at eighteen; haven't we all? During my early years, guys used and took advantage of me all the time. I was introduced to sex by a man who was ten years older than me. I didn't realise it at the time, but he used and groomed me to be his sex toy. Once that relationship ended, the pattern of abuse continued. I didn't know anything else.

I was timid and had low self-esteem, which made me an easy target. In a very short period of time, I went from being a virgin to being pursued by every guy in my grade, not to mention grown men. All of a sudden, sex had become a huge part of my life.

It was difficult for me to stand up to aggressive guys and say "NO," so it should have come as no surprise when I heard rumours that were circulating that I was a slut. Yikes! I was horrified.

I was eighteen and dating one of the many jerks during that period in my life. Looking back, he treated me terribly, but I was young, and like other young girls, I just wanted to be accepted. I put up with his abuse and, well, I did whatever he wanted just so I could say I had a boyfriend. I know it sounds stupid now, but back then, it made sense to me. He did all kinds of unspeakable things to me, such as getting me drunk and letting his friends grope me.

The summer we dated, we would always hang out in a secluded section of the local park. The park had become a popular hangout area for high school seniors. During the day, gangs of teens would just hang out there. The guys would play football and the girls would sunbathe. In the evenings, there was always plenty of drinking and partying.

One late summer day, I was there alone with my boyfriend and his good friend, Rick.

Rick was quite an athlete and was the high school quarterback. I guess you could say he was the big man on campus. Rick was not only a star athlete, but he was also good-looking and very outgoing. I had met him a couple of times through my boyfriend, as they both liked to play football in the park. He was always nice to me, and he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He wasn't crude and disrespectful like most of the guys I knew. He was different in a good way. However, being shy and timid, I was intimidated by his good looks. I felt he was way out of my league.

Rick had his pick of girls and was dating the high school beauty queen, who was too good to hang out at the park with us. She came across as very prim and proper, as well as having a superiority complex. I was the shy and unpopular girl, so I didn't fit into her social group of friends. I didn't care much for her as I sensed she looked down on me.

On this particular day, I was sunbathing and listening to music. I was wearing my blue terry cloth one-piece jumpsuit. It was held up by two buttoned shoulder straps that I always unbuttoned to avoid tan lines. (The picture in my album is an actual picture of me in the park in my jumpsuit that summer).

Rick and my boyfriend were about twenty feet away from me and involved in deep conversation. They were talking in low voices, and I could not make out what they were saying from my vantage point. I assumed they were discussing drugs or something to that effect. Every once in a while, they would glance over at me, which was kind of weird. I suspected that something was going on, but I wasn't sure. Maybe it was just my imagination. It was obvious they didn't want me to hear them, so I just ignored them and continued to sunbathe and listen to my music.

Then, all of a sudden, my boyfriend walked over to me and said he was just running to the store to get some cigarettes. Before I could say anything, he was gone.

There I was half-naked and alone with his friend Rick. I suddenly realised just how secluded that area of the park was; that day it was eerily quiet.

Without saying a word, Rick immediately came over and sat down next to me on my blanket as I lay there on my stomach. I turned to look up at him, and he just smiled at me. I was somewhat perplexed, so I just smiled back at him. I had no idea what his intentions were, and it felt awkward.

"How are you?" he finally spoke.

I arched up and supported myself on my elbows, as I didn't want to ignore him. He was shirtless and he looked hot, real hot.

"I'm fine." was all I could muster as I looked at him with a puzzled look.

"I couldn't help but notice how sexy you look lying here," as his eyes dropped to my breasts, which were hanging pretty much fully exposed as my top was unbuttoned and laying beneath me.

I immediately realised that I was exposing myself, but I didn't want to panic and cover up. So I pretended not to notice and let them be exposed. I was confused and not thinking straight.

"Um... thanks," I really didn't know what to say. What was he up to?

Then I felt his hand run up the back of my legs. Holy shit, is Rick making a move on me? Is this really happening?

"Your skin feels so soft. Do you mind?" he asked.

I was at a loss for words. "Um, thanks. I don't know..."

Without a word, Rick continued to run his hand up my legs.

I just froze. I didn't know what to say or do. Although confused by the situation, I was attracted to Rick so I didn't say anything. I didn't object to being touched by Rick; after all, what girl would? I also did like the feel of his big, strong hands running up the back of my legs. I continued to lie on my stomach and lowered my head into my arms and let things play out.

Rick's hand was now slowly moving over the insides of my thighs, slowly inching its way to my ass. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing. His hand had reached the base of my jumpsuit and was lingering just below my ass.

I not only didn't put up any resistance, but I began to purr ever so quietly. Suddenly, I felt his hand slide beneath my jumpsuit and panties as he grabbed my bare ass and began kneading and massaging it. It felt so good that I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, as I do love having my ass rubbed.

Although I knew Rick, I would not call him a friend but more of an acquaintance. I was always timid and shy around him, so I never really got to know him.

I was confused. Why is he rubbing my ass when he's dating the most popular girl in school? She is way better looking than I am. Rick has never flirted or even looked my way before, so why today?

As I lay there, I began to heat up, my breathing became heavy, and I began to squirm. Rick noticed my moaning and took that as a green light. His hand slowly worked its way over my pussy and I felt a finger enter me from behind. Oh no, he's fingering me! Oh god, that feels so good. I instinctively arched my hips up to give him easier and deeper access.

I was now in full-blown heat. My breathing was heavy and I was soaking wet as Rick was now plunging a finger in and out of me. His free hand slid beneath my chest and grabbed a breast. He began massaging my breasts and tugging on my erect nipples.

I rolled over onto my back and Rick was all over me. I wrapped my arms around Rick's neck and we kissed passionately. My top fell open as it was unbuttoned, and I could feel my swollen nipples rubbing against Rick's bare chest.

It occurred to me that my boyfriend might return and catch us, but at that point, I was too far gone to care. It obviously wasn't on Rick's mine either.

Rick had my top pulled down around my waist and was devouring my breasts as his free hand returned to my wet vagina to finger me again. I aggressively reached into his shorts and grabbed his hard cock. I squeezed it firmly and began stroking him inside of his shorts. Rick was a man, and he had a man-sized cock. I couldn't believe I was stroking the school quarterback's cock.

"I want to taste you," I said as I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. I think Rick was taken aback by my aggressive behaviour. I began licking and sucking him without any encouragement. I had a fair amount of sexual experience under my belt, and I had sucked numerous cocks and considered myself pretty good at the art. I wanted Rick to see what I could do for him. I wanted to impress Rick. I wanted to suck him dry and show him I wasn't afraid to swallow. I wanted him to see that I could offer him more than his girlfriend — much more.

I was just starting to get into it when he said,

"We don't have much time..."

He slid his cock out of my mouth and pushed me down. He began to pull off my jumpsuit, but I resisted. The last thing I wanted was to be totally naked in the park in the middle of the day. After all, it was a hangout, and who knew who could show up at any time?

"I want you so badly," Rick said as he knelt over me, stroking his cock in anticipation.

Oh shit, he wants to have sex right here, right now, in the open area where anyone can see us?

Rick gave me that "what are you waiting for?" look.

"Oh... OK..." was all I said as I began to clue in. I didn't want to disappoint him.

Instead of entirely removing my jumpsuit, I pulled my outfit and panties off one leg (as if that made much difference).

"Do you have a condom?" I asked as Rick was positioning himself between my legs.

"No..." He hesitated. "I don't have one... sorry." Rick urgently mumbled as the big purple head of his cock began rubbing against my wet labia.

"Um... OK, I guess," I sheepishly uttered as I spread my legs apart for him.

Rick fell on top of me and began rubbing his cock over my pussy. Although rock hard, he seemed to be having trouble finding my vagina opening. His cock was stimulating my clitoris, but he wasn't inside of me. The school quarterback was fumbling.

What's he doing? Why doesn't he guide himself into me? Why is he having so much trouble? Is he panicking? Maybe he is having second thoughts.

"Fuck me, Rick," I whispered as I began to move my hips, rubbing his cock with my wet labia.

The feel of his hard cock rubbing me felt so good, but I wanted him inside of me.

What was he waiting for?

"Fuck me, please," I repeated with urgency.

He was moving and pushing his cock all over but didn't seem to have any idea what he was doing. He was starting to get frustrated.

I reached down and took hold of his cock to calm him down. Just as I was about to position the head of his cock at my entrance, he paused and let out a loud moan.

I felt his cock twitch and pulsate in my hand. Then he let out a low, long grunt. He ejaculated all over my hand and on the outside of my pussy.

Holly shit! That barely lasted thirty seconds, and he didn't even enter me. Maybe I stimulated him too much by telling him to fuck me?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Rick looked upset as he profusely apologized. I could tell he was upset and horrified by his performance. This school quarterback had just fumbled the ball as he was about to score.

"That's OK, we can try again in a few minutes," I reassured him.

"Can we?" He seemed surprised and relieved to be getting another chance.

"Yes, of course." I motioned for him to lie next to me.

Rick was young, and like all young men, he recovered after a few minutes of kissing and touching.

Again, I lay on my back and Rick climbed on top of me. I spread my legs and this time I slowly guided Rick inside of me. I was more conscious of overstimulating him. I had taken charge and was controlling the pace.

After going nice and slow for a bit, we began going at it like the two sex-starved teens that we were. Every time I felt Rick getting close to ejaculating, I would pause and talk him through it. I wanted this to last. I liked Rick and I wanted to impress him.

I was so aroused to be having sex with Rick in public under the warm sun. He felt wonderful inside of me. His beautiful muscular body pressed down on me as I spread my legs so he could fuck me hard and deep. The thought of being seen or getting caught did not even enter my mind. It was just me and Rick at that moment.

He was young and athletic, so he had lots of stamina, and wow did he give me a pounding. I couldn't believe what was happening. Rick had an intense look on his face as I gave myself to him completely.

During one of our pauses, I told Rick to roll me over on top while still inside of me. I wanted to ride him cowgirl style. Although I felt very exposed on top, as I was naked at this point, I wanted to give Rick the fuck of his life. I suppose I had something to prove to him.

I bounced my tight little ass on that beautiful cock as hard and fast as I could. I knew I could make him cum anytime I wanted, so I kept bringing him to the edge and then pausing. Then, when he regained his control, he thrust his cock up into me and I would fuck him back with much zeal, until finally he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Should I pull out?" Rick frantically asked.

"FUCK NO...." was all I said. I wanted Rick to know he could fuck me bareback and cum inside of me any time he wanted. I'm sure his beauty queen girlfriend didn't fuck him this good, if she even had sex with him at all.

I felt him shoot his warm semen deep into me. He grunted and moaned as he spasmed over and over. I felt his warmth fill me. I squeezed my vagina muscles tight and moved my hips up and down on his hard, pulsating cock. I wanted him to feel me on his cock as I milked his cock of every last drop of semen.

I was so proud to accept Rick's seed deep inside of me. For me, his seed inside of me meant that he was now a part of me. We would always have a connection, or so I thought.

He was a much better lover than my boyfriend by a country mile. I wanted Rick to be my boyfriend. I had always won guys over when I had sex with them. They always came back for more. So I thought it would be the same this time.

I made Rick cum a third time that afternoon. After he recovered, I gave him the best blow job of his life. I was determined to show Rick I could swallow, as I didn't get a chance to fully display my talent earlier.

Swallowing seemed to be something all the boys were obsessed with at the time, and I certainly wanted to impress Rick. I pulled out all my tricks and when he finally erupted, I made sure to devour every drop as I squeezed his balls to drain him fully. I then licked him clean as a whistle. I could see by his reaction that he was impressed.

I would have fucked Rick all day if it weren't for my boyfriend's pending return.

I could tell Rick was totally satisfied and thrilled with our afternoon romp in the park. Almost as much as I was. We both pulled ourselves together, and Rick gave me one of the most wonderful kisses of my life.

"I'll call you...and thanks, that was fantastic" were his parting words. I returned to sunbathing and awaited my boyfriend's return.

I was on cloud nine for several days. Are Rick and I an item now? Should I break up with my boyfriend now or wait and see what Rick says? I had so many questions.

Days passed and Rick never called me. I thought maybe he would want to go out with me or at least see me again. I so wanted to have sex with him again. All he had to do was ask or give me a sign, but he never did. I was so disappointed and heartbroken.

A few weeks later, I saw Rick walking down the school hall with his girlfriend's underarm. My heart sank and it made me feel cheap and used to seeing them together. As they passed me, Rick gave me a discreet wink. And just like that, he gave me hope and made me feel better about myself, well, for the moment. But again, he never called.

I never spoke a word about this encounter to anyone. After it happened, I had many questions. After much reflection, I put it down to Rick having heard the rumours about me being easy and having a window of opportunity. He had no intention of breaking up with his girlfriend or dating me. He just wanted a piece of ass and I was available and easy pickings. I felt cheap. He was just like all the other boys!

It never occurred to me at the time, but after I broke up with my boyfriend, it dawned on me that maybe he had set me up. Was he sharing me with Rick that day? It was something he would do, just as he let his friends touch me when I was drunk. After all, that day he was gone for a long time. Was this all planned? Was it me they were discussing that day? Maybe he watched us have sex?

It also occurred to me that it was entirely possible that Rick was a virgin. His girlfriend was the prim and proper type, probably saving herself for marriage. His fumbling and inexperience were obvious. Maybe?

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