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Chapter 8
C: Guess who’s the newest Cock of the Walk!
Cin attached a selfie with her new jersey to her message in the family group chat.
D: no way!!!!!!!!
D: Cindy.
D: I will never be as proud of you again as I am in this moment.
D: and as your father, I’m sorry for that.
C: this is the first time you’ve ever said you’re proud of me… :’’)
D: fuck you no it isn’t
Ca: looks hot, sis
M: Camilla!!!
Ca: she looks hot, mom, sue me
C: dad’s comment was much more poignant
M: I’m also very proud of you sweetie
M: but make sure you still go to class!
M: and my god girl be careful of cte!!!!
Cin chuckled, assured her mom she would, and stretched as she exited the training facility alongside Kolai.
“Had a feelin’ it’d be you’n me, I did,” the dwarf-man shouted, slapping Cin on the ass.
Said a lot about his demeanor that the action didn’t bother her one bit. Just made her feel like one of the boys.
“Oh, did you, gimli,” Jordy Cameron drawled, pushing past them.
The starting running back (for now), his glares had been at least as constant as Trish’s, and were actually very welcome: they did wonders for drying a girl up.
He kept glaring as he pulled open the door to a waiting Mustang. Cin caught a flash of loooong, tanned leg in the driver’s seat.
“Got your own personal driver, Jordy?” Cin called, as he rolled the window down to sneer at them.
Just like she’d hoped, that made the mystery driver duck down enough to look through the window.
Big sunglasses over sunkissed cheeks and a perfect smile. Bigger tits under a tight tank. Like Cin, honestly. Hot, blonde, and everyone’s type.
“Oh hello,” Cin said with a grin. “Do you come with the starter spot baby?”
When she rolled her eyes, Cin pressed harder.
“I mean, I know you don’t come right now. But you will.”
Jordi flipped her off, and his girl dutifully pulled away. But she hadn’t hated that attention, or the way Cin looked. She’d felt those dark blue eyes on a lot more than her own.
“Ye sure that were wise there, friend?” Kolai yelled jovially. Fuck if Cin could place that accent, or nationality, to be honest. One second she thought scottish, the next eastern european? Kolai Tennyson was an enigma, to be sure. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
But now he was also a teammate.
Cin growled with joy, reached down, and picked the short man up in a spinning hug which he accepted with surprisingly little fuss.
“Fuck wise, brother!” She shouted as she put him down, absolutely beaming into his face; “we’re Cockatrices now!!!”
“Aye, we are at that,” Kolai chuckled, the quietest thing Cin had heard him do.
“Now mebbe don’ go throwin’ wise away just yet, sister,” a deep, easy voice said from the doorway.
The Cockatrice’s QB wasn’t all that much to look at, really. When you thought of a guy who was in talks about the Heisman, you thought of superhumans.
Jimbo Throbb was just a dude. Looked like he could be an engineering major.
But fuck-shit that arm.
“That an order, cap’n?” Cin asked, riding high enough on realized dreams to able to talk back to someone she’d literally cheered on from the 50 yard line with her dad.
“Ain’t no order,” he answered with an easy smile, extending a hand. “Jus’ simpler to have friends than enemies, is all.”
Cin took his hand, unsurprised by the strength in it only cause she knew what it could do.
“You’re definitely right,” she agreed. “Buuuuuuut IDK if it’s on the table for Jordy. He’s gonna hate me for taking his spot eventually, and best case scenario he ends up raising my kid when I finally take down that chauffer of his.”
Jimbo’s eyes went wide, extra noticable in his laid-back face.
“Now Miss Amie I do beleive that is the single most arrogant sentence I have ever heard, and I spend my days among collegiate athletes,” he said, notes of concern, disgust, and more than a little respect mixed into his tone.
Cin shrugged.
“I don’t make the rules. Fucked up I can see what’s gonna happen in life before it happens, but we’re all slaves to fate.”
“Heh. Bull. Shit,” Jimbo said, releasing her hand but eyeing her up and down. “Gotta say, way you run routes and hit holes though, you got me wondering how much you can see. It’s early yet, you folks for lunch?”
Cin kind of wished she had her pills.
She’d been busy so far, moving in, rushing around campus.
Hadn’t had that much time to appreciate the… scenery.
Now, sitting in a back corner booth with the team QB, she felt like she was a royal advisor helping him hold court, and the debutantes of the realm were very conspicuous in their efforts to be seen.
“Does Gock U’s admission staff have some sort of hotness-determining questionairre? There are an unbelievable number of smokeshows here,” she asked.
Jimbo looked up from his chicken and beans, scanned the preening women populating the tables around them, and turned his gaze disinterestedly to Cin.
“Distractions,” he said.
“Oh no buddy, you can’t be that kind of leader! You gotta party! Show the boys you’re one of us!”
“Oh, he parties,” said a slight little southern belle as she slid into the booth next to Jimbo. “He just knows to keep his dick in his pants, he’s already got all he needs.”
She punctuated the statement with a kiss on Jimbo’s cheek that actually made him blush. Adorable.
OFF LIMITS OFF LIMITS OFF LIMITS screamed alarm sirens in Cin’s head, fighting valiantly against one undeniable fact that her newly unleashed instincts were screaming at her: this girl wanted Cin to fuck her.
Oh, she wanted it rough, she wanted it dirty, she wanted to be treated like the perfect fucktoy that fleshlight sized body she was walking around with deserved.
Cin tried to pretend she was imagining it.
But no. This story is hosted at g.com.
From the first brush against her leg when she sat down, to the eye contact she held while planting that little kiss on Jimbo’s cheek, and now the way her teeth played with her lip, eyes locked on Cin as she lay her head on Jimbo’s shoulder: this girl was down bad.
Maybe she was a chaser. Maybe Cin really was just that hot. Maybe one of a million things, but the fact was that Cin’s new QB’s girlfriend wanted Cin to wear her like a condom.
That could not happen.
Could it?
A dainty foot laid purposely against her calf.
“You know, I was fixin’ to be upset when I saw Jimbo sittin’ here with a pretty thing like you. Been since high school that any girlie mustered up the pussy power to make a move on my man,” she leaned forward, smiling.
She shouldn’t have been as sexy as she was. Slight build, pretty, but certainly none of the outrageous T n A that got Cin’s motor running by default.
But what she did have was simply perfect. Both in genetics and presentation.
Cin knew that every single little thing she saw about this girl was exactly what she wanted Cim to see. From the modesty of that blue and white cotton dress, to the way her nipples just barely poked through the fabric, this girl was toeing the line between innocence and eroticism the way Piper Perri wished she could.
It was working, and it couldn’t work. Fucking with Jimbo Throbb, especially by fucking his girlfriend, was a one way ticket not only off the team, but to the life of a social pariah, hot girl or not.
Cin had too much ass to slay to become an untouchable.
She tore her eyes off those sweetly sultry baby blues, moving her grin to Jimbo.
“You party?” She asked.
Jimbo nodded slow, smile creeping over his face.
“Yeah, I party.”
“Ceta Omega Kappa,” Jimbo announced, as Cin hopped out the back of his brand-new lifted truck. “You ain’t gotta join to be on the team, but you’ll get more playtime if you do.”
“He means more than one kind of play,” Rosie, who’d been introduced on the ride, said. She skipped around the truck, cuddling up to Jimbo’s golden arm.
There’d been plenty of space on the other side of Cin, but Cin had felt every inch of her as she ‘squeezed past’ anyway.
“I didn’t,” Jimbo chuckled, “but my girl’s not wrong.”
“When do I move in?” Cin said, trying to keep the absolute overawe out of her voice. EGP Memorial might have been where most of the Booster Club money went, but the COK House must be a close second. Calling this just a frat house would be like calling the Burj Khalifa just a skyscraper.
Same genre, sure, but an absolute elevation of the craft.
It even correctly captured the shitty, rapey vibe: a banner announcing “Freshman Girl’s Orientation here tonight, 930-Sunup.”
Jimbo scowled at it.
“Babe, you wanna go put the hammer down on that?” He asked Rosie.
The girl shrugged, nodded, then gave a little twirl as she headed inside in search of the culprit. Jimbo didn’t watch her go. Didn’t see her stop in the door and shoot Cin a wink.
The absolute fucking vaginal fortitude on this girl… Cin was in awe. She’d respect it, if it wasn't apt to get her in so much trouble.
“No rooms for freshman, I’m afraid,” Jimbo said, looking honestly apologetic. “You’ll get into the parties though, and I’d recommend you come; whatever your stance on debauchery might be.”
‘The team that rages together slays together’,” he continued with a smile. “That’s a Corrin Cordello original, and damn it if the girl ain’t right.”
Cin’s face was getting real tired from all the grinning it was doing, but it was the best problem she’d ever had.
“How do I pledge?”