Nothing like a full contact scrimmage to knock off the dust of an offseason.
Or kick the fuckin’ soft off some freshmen.
Oh, there’d been plenty of drills, a lot of playbook work, but this last half hour? It was less about practicing, more about setting a tone.
Cordello had told Cin the last ten minutes were hers.
Jordy had thrown a fucking fit, Cin had told him she had a different ‘10’ she’d be happy to give him if he wanted to feel butthurt, and Cordello had been giggling too hard to even listen to Jordy whine about how he was the starter.
10 minutes, running like a game clock. Maybe 10 plays. Less, if they did what was good for them and gave Cin the ball. More, if she proved them right and got that first down clock stop every time.
She got that chance. Cordello wasn’t testing the backup QB. He was testing Cin.
Cin passed. Rather, she was passed to. She ran, she dove, she crushed fucking through their starting D-Line. Gonna be a problem. Cin could win games for them, but she couldn’t stop the other side of the ball from losing them.
She ran straight past a linebacker, bowled over a second, then was home free for the third time.
She dove over the goalline. No one nearby, just couldn’t help herself.
Cin rolled to her feet, coming up just inches in front of Trish.
She froze for a moment, transfixed by hard, animal eyes.
Trish smirked.
“Damn good rush. Watch the theatrics though. Don’t assume you’re gonna be able to go through people like that. You had space, always use that first.”
“Loud and clear, Coach,” Cin beamed.
After that show with Lexi, she’d expected a lot worse. For a bit, she’d been worried she was getting it. Over the course of the practice, though, she’d come to suspect she was getting worked over harder not because she deserved it, but because she could take it.
Maybe Trish Logen was just good at shelving personal feelings when it came to the game.
Maybe she’d noticed what Cin was trying to tell her.
Maybe she’d believed it.
But fact fucking was Cin had just made the starting D look like kids, while Jordy had run for maybe 40 yards in his 20 minutes, one receiving TD.
If Cin kept this up, there would be no “War for Starter” storyline whenever Gock U came up on SportsCenter.
There’d just be Cin Amie.
Cordello had called practice to a close minutes later, and the team hit the showers.
Gock U got a lot of flack in the media for its locker room situation. As in, there was one locker room.
Oh, there were private showers and changing rooms if you wanted ‘em. If you wanted to be with the team though, then taco, tallywhacker, or both, it was a free-for-all.
Being consistently the team with the highest percentage of Trans, Futanari, and female players, but still predominantly men, obviously that had caused issues.
Not typically in the way you might expect, though.
If you’d made it onto the team, you weren’t easy prey. Nobody got away with anything truly sinister in the group room.
Last year, a group of D-Line had sabotaged the lock on one of the private rooms, and cornered a trans Wide-Out.
Somehow, Jimbo had gotten wind of it, and called in the calvary.
Two of the would-be rapists still hadn’t woken up from the beating the rest of the team had doled out.
So, when Cin stripped out of her jersey and pads, it didn’t bother her at all that Jimbo was doing the same thing next to her.
It bothered her a little that he didn’t look at her at all.
I mean, come on, even she scoped his cock. Not a lot, it was just reflex. Had to know. Cin didn’t see his eyes so much as flick to her tits. He was making fucking eye-contact as he turned to her, clapped her on the shoulder, and told her to keep kickin’ ass like she had tonight before heading to the showers with her.
If you’re wondering, Jimbo Throbb looked like he probably lived up to the name. Good for him.
For her part, Cin was gorging on eye candy.
Not obvious of course, no staring, but c’mon. Everyone in here was a D1 level athlete. Even the dudes that did nothing for her could technically have statues made of ‘em, and most of the girls did not make use of the private showers.
Jimbo got snagged by a lineman, and took a spigot next to him, while Cin carried on towards the hairiest back she’d ever seen.
She smacked Kolai on the back, feeling like she was punching a rug, and took a spigot between him and a beautiful chestnut ass she thought belonged to Hogue.
Cin turned, smiling at the receiver, who looked her over in return. Assessing and amused, not lascivious.
“Hell of a scrimmage out there, girl!” Hogue said, nudging Cin with her shoulder.
“You too!” Cin agreed. She leaned over, “real talk, our backup QB ain’t it, and you made him look like Throbb.”
“Mmm. Soon enough I’ll be makin’ Throbb look like Brady, if they ever let him toss the rock with your big ass in their backpocket,” Hogue answered.
Cin was beaming, and pulled Kolai over into her armpit, noogieing his bald head as she said; “Looks like it’s gonna be the year of the Frosh, huh?”
Kolai broke free, but though his scalp was reddened, his smile was unbowed.
“Aye! I’d like ter see ‘em try ‘n redshirt me ass. Our starter center couldn’t block ‘is own arsehole witta plug–”
“Hey fuck you Tennyson!”
“Oh tweren’t nuttin personal Ronnie, keep yer panties out yer nutcleft.”
“How is it not personal? And what- what the fuck does that mean!?”
“Wait, so, you, what, Easy-A’d yourself for this chick?” Lina said, shutting off the cat video compilation she’d been watching while Cin pored over the playbook.
“Huh. I was thinking I Easy A’d her, but nope, I was definitely Emma Stone.”
“You’re way hotter than Emma Stone.”
“No one’s way hotter than Emma Stone. Cause no-one’s hot the same way as Emma Stone. She’s like a sexy alien. Exists on a totally different scale.”
Lina looked thoughtful.
“I think that’s fair actually,” she said. Then grinned, and snapped her fingers; “Anya Taylor-Joy!”
“I was thinking Samara Weaving, but yep! Why even compare em?”
“Cause they’re fun to think about?”
“Yeah…” Cin said wistfully.
“Fuck Marry Kill,” Lina demanded.
“Don’t do this to me.”
“Already done.”
“Shit. Uh… Marry Samara, that’s easy, she’s a smokeshow and in 2 of my top 5’s… I don’t wanna kill Anya!”
“So fuck Emma Stone?”
“Obviously, have you seen Poor Things?”
“Yeah, I flicked my bean on the couch next to you during it.”
“I fucking knew you were!!!!”
“Then you should have done something about it!” Lina declared, throwing her arms in the air. “We coulda been doing this the whole time!”
“This?” Cin asked, smile wide, heart speeding up.
Tent pitching.
“Oh, shit, brain ahead of my mouth.”
A little jostling, a few discarded garments, and Lina’s lips were quickly bringing Cin from half-mast to full.
Cin groaned, closing her eyes, leaning back, and folding her hands behind her head.
“This is the fucking bes–”
Whir*click*
“Lina?”
“Mmmph?”
“Did you just take a fucking picture?”
“...”
Glukglukglukgluk
“Lina fuck you for making me say this but stop sucking my cock and answer me!”
‘Pwah!’ “Fine, nosy bitch. Yeah, I needed your dick as a prop,” Lina said, tapping at her phone then showing the screen to Cin.
It displayed a very fappable ntr-style pick of Lina with Cin’s cock bulging out her cheek, captioned ‘You turned me str8 bitch’.
“... who the fuck are you sending that too?”
“Ashley.”
“What happened to ‘my exes deserved better’?”
“Not this cunt. She cheated on me!? The fucking audacity.”
“Yeah, well, sending her top tier porn of yourself will definitely show her!” Cin teased.
“Fuck you bitch, keep questioning me and I won’t fin–”
Cin’s hand closed around Lina’s throat, guiding her inexorably back to her cock.
“Silly brat. Thinkin’ you ever had a choice once you started.”
5 minutes later, Lina coughed up some of Cin’s load, apologized, and scarfed it back down.
She laid her head in Cin’s lap for a moment, while her girlfriend stroked her hair through the recovery of an intense facefuck.
“Too much?” Cin asked after a moment.
“Fuck no… we might have to try out some non-con roleplay. Without having to actually, like, worry that was hot as fuck.”
A few more minutes, and Cin swapped places, Lina laying back against the armrest as Cin nestled between her thighs. She clicked on Gladiators as Cin got to work.
“Oooooo… oh, holy shit, you’re right, this rules.”
After another swap in roles, Lina laid naked across Cin’s chest, finger absently tracing her collarbone.
Both of them would do it later.
For now, an Alternate Contender had come in on the second challenge, and was making the Gladiators look like regular people, and not even particularly coordinated ones.
“You think they do that on purpose?” Lina asked.
“Hmm?” Cin hadn’t really even been watching. She’d had her fingers in Lina’s hair, scratching gently, loving the way the colors from the screen played off her highlights.
“You know, purposefully put some real badasses as Alternates?”
“Why would they do that?” Cin laughed.
“Better tv, honestly… this guy is crushing them.” She wiggled a bit to look up at Cin. “Like, take you for example. If you were a contender, you’d rip Fire in half and throw her at Dynamite. Not good T– actually wait that’d be fantastic TV.”
“I would not throw her at Dynamite!!! I love Dynamite!”
“Cool ripping Fire in half, though?”
“I’m ambivalent on Fire and she’s pretty thin, it might just happen on accident,” Cin said with a smile and a shrug.
Lina snorted out a laugh. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Fuck does that mean!?”
“Means my poor pussy looked like I’d started my period this morning. You are tooooooo fucking big my friend…”
“What!? No! Shit, Lina I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you tell me it hurt!?”
“Oh honey, I’m not complaining. I was too busy cumming to feel any pain but the good kind. Makes me a little happy we’re in an arrangement where wrangling that thang isn’t my personal responsibility though, y’know? Could not take that every night.”
“Heh. I mean, your mouth did fine, and there’s at least one other option…”
“Right, so, stopping you there,” Lina said to a crestfallen Cin, “heh, don’t look so glum, dummy. That big honker is definitely going in my ass, but after like, a month of prep work.”
Cin beamed.
“Hmm. Maybe a little less happy. Find the middle ground.”
Cin’s fingers walked down Lina’s spine.
“Middle ground, huh? Right about…”
Her fingers slipped between Lina’s asscheeks.
“Here?”
For someone who barely worked out, Lina had some glutes on her, and when she clenched them Cin feared for her digits.
“I like those fingers, but I will break them,” Lina warned. Then she was all smiles. “That said, right idea! Try again when I’m not already coming down.”
She slumped back on Cin’s chest, snuggling in.
“Ugh, I don’t wanna get up and go to bed,” Cin moaned, glaring at the half-dissassembled bunks. Lina wasn’t much for DIY, deeply against type. “Oh, uh, guess we can’t? Fuuuuuuck! I was hoping the new bed would get here today.”
“I’m comfy right where I am,” Lina said, voice muffled by the tit her lips rested against.
Cin smiled, the kind of smile you only really made when you were truly happy.
She’d been doing it a lot lately.
She fished her phone out of the pile of clothes on the floor, and opened it to find that delicious picture of Lexi still on the screen.
C: hey
C: can I make this my lock screen?
A minute or two, just watching Gladiators and playing with Lina’s hair
L: NO
L: cool with home screen though
C: lol
C: you’re a good sport
C: you okay?
L: yeah.
L: callie totally bought it
L: i’m in the process of letting some of the less-slutty prospects know there’s a way to fake it
L: feel like a secret agent
C: send ‘em my way if you need
C: it was a blast even before
C: y’know
C: the blast
She sent the pick back to Lexi
L: it bothers me a bit how well I wear that
C: i’ll help you with your makeup anytime;)