The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story (3 page)

The next day just so happened to be the day of Brad’s party. I was looking forward to it, but also very nervous to be around Brad’s friends. They just weren’t really my type of people.

Nonetheless, I got ready for the party, putting on a nice black dress and painting red lipstick onto my lips so that it looked like it was right out of the ‘20s. I rolled my stockings up my smooth legs, feeling the thin nylon caress every detail of my legs, hoping that later Brad would do the same.

I don’t have a car, so I settled for taking the bus. On the bus, I patiently read a book that I had brought along for the ride, and as a back up in case the party stunk.

When I got there, the lawn in front of his house was sprinkled with jocks and hot bimbos, every last one holding a red Solo cup, variously smoking and drinking, laughing loudly and conversing drunkenly. A typical college party.

Bracing myself, I walked across the lawn to the front door and opened it to see a house packed with masculine men and feminine women. I snaked my way around the mass of people to the kitchen where there was a little more breathing room. I was looking for Brad the whole time, but couldn’t seem to find him in the thick crowd of people.

Luckily, I found alcohol in the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. I sipped on it, looking around and feeling like the only person who wasn’t talking to someone or standing around in a group of people. I felt alone, but didn’t mind
too
much. I was just observing at this point.

“Excuse me,” some random jock said to me, pointing toward the alcohol, which I was blocking.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, quickly moving out of his way. I was just sort of absently looking around with my back to the refrigerator vaguely looking for Brad.

“So, how’s your night going?” he asked me, looking me up and down.

“Huh? Oh, it’s alright,” I said, grimacing as he made it apparent that he was objectifying my body as clearly as he was able.

“Did it hurt?” he said in a sleazy way. He placed his palm on the top corner of the refrigerator, leaning in towards me. I knew exactly where this was going and had no patience for it as I heard these words from him “
when you fell from heaven”
so loudly that they totally drowned out the roar of the party.

“You know, I actually didn’t fall from heaven. I crawled out from hell,” I said with a genuinely informative seeming attitude, rolling my eyes and rolling out from under his propped up arm to leave. I would have left at that moment without confrontation, but he grabbed my wrist, digging his fingers into my skin. I felt a fury rising inside of me. Like I said, I was versed in aikido. To my surprise, my training set off an alarm inside of me, which triggered an immediate reaction to this dork; I took his wrist and with a single, fluid, swift movement, he was on the ground! He had no idea how he had gone from standing to laying in front of the refrigerator in the blink of an eye.

“Fuck you,” I said sternly as I turned on my heel and walked off. I was totally pissed off at this point, but almost ready to crack a smile as I thought about what I’d just done. I really laid this guy out! When I went to parties with friends in the past, this kind of thing never happened. My friends weren’t total sleazebags and we were raised with some class. I stormed out of the house, fury embodied. But, felt really pretty good about kicking this jock’s ass.

As I stomped along the front yard, Brad saw me and ran to catch up with me.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going home,” I said angrily.

“How come? The party’s just starting,” he said. I could tell he was drunk already as I smelled the alcohol on his breath.

“Because I was just sexually harassed by one of your ‘friends,’” I said angrily using air quotes.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“One of your goddamn buddies tried to hit on me and hurt my wrist,” I said curtly, raising my reddened wrist.

“Oh come on, don’t overreact.”

“Overreact? OVERREACT? Overreact to someone not respecting a woman’s boundaries and treating them like they’re some carbon copies of every other woman who may have reacted positively to a shitty pick up line? Oh you’re so right, I’m overreacting because I’m upset about the ritual objectification of women.”

“Woah, it’s just a party,” Brad said, failing to cool me off.

“Fuck you. I thought you were better than that,” I said. By this point, I had enough. I was smart, and considered myself to be an educated feminist; I knew I didn’t deserve this kind of crap.

Without giving Brad another chance to hurt me further than he already had, I turned and walked away.

As I sat at the bus stop, I was stewing with rage.
How dare he defend that douche bag?

I went home, flopped down on my bed and took my shoes off, throwing them across the room. I decided I would no longer have anything to do with Brad. If he hadn’t said those things, I would have been fine with Brad. I just would have avoided being around his friends, which I probably would have ended up doing anyway.

I spent the weekend burying myself in my studies, ignoring and trying to forget everything about Brad Pearson. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.

It was about four days after we had sex that I remembered about Plan B. As soon as I remembered, I rushed to the store to buy it. The box said that it would be most effective if taken in the first 72 hours… I was a day late. I just prayed it would work; it was my only shot.

When Tuesday came, the day that Brad and I shared a class, I reluctantly went to class. I even thought about skipping class, which was something that I never done – unless I was really sick or it was some sort of emergency. But I gathered up the courage and went to class. I saw Brad already sitting down and curtly walked to the other side of the room to take a seat, avoiding eye contact and looking straight ahead. I even avoided looking at him throughout the entire class in case we accidentally made eye contact.

He tried to approach me after class, but I was resolute. Making sure I was the first person to leave the class, I walked out quickly as soon as the teacher dismissed class, and made sure to avoid Brad Pearson.

I was still pissed. I felt like he was defending his friend who treated me badly. If he was so keen to defend a friend who treated women like that, I figured that Brad might also be that type of man. Perhaps he hadn’t treated me like that because I was ‘different than other girls’ as he had said (probably just some corny line). But what about the other girls? How did he treat them? I didn’t want to know.

After a couple of classes, I was still ignoring Brad. He kept trying to call me and left me two messages trying to apologize.

However, I bit my lip trying to figure out if they were sincere and ended up ignoring the messages completely. When he left a third, I considered responding. He wouldn’t be trying this hard if he just thought of me as a piece of ass. And he did seem nice the other times we hung out. I was conflicted and didn’t know what to do. Not only that, but there was the added pressure of whether or not the Plan B would work.

I started worrying when my period didn’t come when it was supposed to. My cycle was very regular and I usually knew the exact date it would start. A few days later, my stomach started feeling funny. I hardly ever threw up but now found myself rushing to the bathroom between classes.

I knew that it was time to talk to Brad. I couldn’t do this on my own; I couldn’t even go to the store and get a pregnancy test because I was so scared. Unsure of what else to do, I called Brad up.

“Hello?” he answered the phone.

“Hi,” I said, trying not to audibly cry while on the phone with him.

“How are you?”

“Um. I’ve been better. Do you think you could come over and talk?” I said. My heart was beating fast.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, thinking I was calling to give him a second chance, “I’ll be over in like ten minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” I said. We both hung up. I sat on my couch, blanket wrapped around me, eyes closed, sobbing, waiting for him.

When he knocked on the door, I got up, wiping the snot and tears from my face. We sat down together on the couch. Brad could see that I was upset.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. He was genuinely concerned and I could see that.

“No,” I said shaking my head, “I think I’m pregnant.” He sat, looking at me seriously for about two beats, processing the information.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asked.

“No, I’m too scared to on my own,” I said, putting my hand to my face to hide my potential tears. Brad scooted closer to me on the couch and wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure this out together,” he whispered comfortingly. His comforting attitude just made me want to cry even more. This wasn’t what I had pictured.

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to go to the store and get one?” I just nodded my head, unable to speak and grateful for his offer. “Do you want to come with me or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here,” I said. The thought of getting up and facing the world with my face red and puffy sounded like the least appealing thing right now.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a little bit,” Brad said, squeezing me in his arms. Not stopping him, I wrapped my arms tightly around him and pulled him close to me.

“Thanks,” I whispered. Hugging me back and holding me tightly for a moment, he let me go, kissed me on the forehead, and left.

While he was gone, I drank two cups of water and contemplated the way he reacted. His reaction was much better than I imagined the way most people would react.

His reaction wasn’t that of a womanizing douchelord,
I thought,
maybe he is all right
.

When he came back, I immediately grabbed the test from him; my bladder was about to burst and I was ready to take it. I rushed to the bathroom, peed on the stick and set it down to wait for the results. Before I knew what it would say, I left the bathroom to talk to Brad.

“Thanks for getting that for me,” I said.

“It’s not a problem,” he said. I smiled gratefully.

We both sat on the couch, waiting.

“You know, if it’s positive, I’ll be there for whatever you want to do,” he said, glowing kindness.

“Thanks,” I said, surprised but truly grateful.

“Hey, I just want to say that I’m really sorry about that party. I’ve been feeling really bad about it and you were right to be upset,” he said. I smiled, a joyous tear falling from my eye. I pulled his face towards mine again and hungrily kissed him. I was grateful for his apology.

“That means a lot to me,” I said. He really was a nice guy and that’s why he had been calling me.

“And, I’m not just saying that because of the situation.”

“I know,” I said. My heart had turned cold after the party, but once again, I was warming up again, more quickly than when I had first met him.

The timer startled us as it went off, and we both jumped up, holding hands as we walked into the bathroom together. I was nervous and bit my lip.

“Would you look first?” I said. He picked it up as I turned my back nervously.

“Well, it’s positive,” he said, monotone.

My stomach sunk, but I was also strangely glad. I had already thought about abortion, and just didn’t think I could go through with it. I
had
always wanted to be a mother and I
was
about to graduate.

I sighed, overwhelmed, as I put my back against the wall and slid down with my head in my hands. Brad sat down on the bathroom floor with me, putting his hand on my thigh.

“It’s going to be okay,” he comforted, a genuinely reassuring tone in his voice.

“I don’t want to get an abortion,” I said abruptly, taking my hands away from my face. Brad didn’t look surprised.

“Okay,” he nodded, “We can do this.” He squeezed my thigh, accepting what was to come.

Overcome with his kindness, I pulled him towards me, passionately kissing him. He was surprised, but kissed back, sinking into my embrace.

We talked about it later on and Brad honestly was pretty attracted to the concept of being a father, even though all of this hadn’t totally sunken in. Sure, he hadn’t expected to be a father this soon, … it may have seemed rushed, but it felt right to both of us. He seemed like he would be a good partner to raise a child with, and he really did feel for me.

He kissed me back and I slid my hands along his body, feeling the man that had helped to form the embryo inside of me.

We’re going to have a baby together
, I thought.

We kissed tenderly and passionately, building up our renewed affections for each other. He slid his hand along my body and up my shirt to feel my soft skin. I lifted up my shirt and pulled it off over my head, leaning into him. I took his shirt and lifted it over his head, too, so that I could feel our skin touching tenderly together.

I slowly shifted my body so that I was wrapping my legs around his waist as we sat and kissed on the bathroom floor. He leaned back as I leaned in to him so that I was on top of him as we kissed. I pulled off my pants and he unbuttoned his, wiggling them off as I straddled him on all fours, still kissing him gently.

His cock was getting hard and my pussy was rubbing against it as I lowered my hips to make contact with our genitals. I reached down and felt his cock, stroking it to make it harder. Dissatisfied with just touching his cock, I moved downward.

I put it in my mouth hungrily bobbing my head up and down and sucking gently. The suction made his cock rock hard, and I just kept on with it. I thrusted my head down so that his penis was in the back of my throat. I knew that he could feel the tightness of my throat around the head of his cock.

Eagerly, I went back to kissing him, with my spit in my hand I felt his cock, which was now well lubricated and stiff. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I slipped my last article of clothing off: my panties. I grabbed his cock to shove it inside. He moaned and gripped my pointed breasts as he entered me. I could feel the wide thickness of his cock filling my pussy and it was satisfying me. He was huge and I could feel the bare skin of his cock. It felt so warm and real. I had never had unprotected sex before, but figured there wasn’t much need now that I was already pregnant with his child.

After all this stress, it was good to get out some of my frustrations with sex- make up sex. Not only that, but I
had
missed Brad, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it before. I loved his gentle touch and how passionate he was with me; I missed his kindness and talking to him about class or life or whatever came up. I thought a lot about the night we had together and had been wanting for it to happen again.

With these thoughts and feelings filling my head, I passionately grinded my hips against Brad’s, leaning into his cock and kissing him while doing so. I dug my fingers into his shoulders in ecstasy and desire. He began moving his hips up and down, wanting to satisfy both of us.

I was so horny that I came quickly. I could feel it coming and began bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him eagerly. It felt so good to Brad, too, as he felt my tight pussy sliding up and down on his thick hard cock.

I began breathing heavily and moving faster. Brad saw this and reached down with his middle knuckle to rub my clit for me. His simple touch pushed me over the edge: I was coming
and
hard
. Harder than most orgasms I had before- it exploded suddenly inside of me. I could feel my unexpected, earth-shattering orgasm throughout my whole body as I gasped and moaned and twitched.

Once I had climaxed, I collapsed with the relaxation of an orgasm on top of Brad. He smiled knowingly, and in one smooth move he took my waist and flipped me over gently onto the bathroom floor so that he was on top of me this time.

He swung his hips back and forth, gently feeling around my pussy with his cock, letting me recover from my orgasm- resonating with the contracting musculature. But it was already building up again. I smiled and grabbed his hips, pumping them towards me and pushing them away so as to control the way he was fucking me.

Soon, I could tell that he was about to climax, the pressure probably building up in his nuts. He began moving his hips faster into me so that his cock was moving deep and hard into my pussy.

“Ooooh,” I moaned, “I’m cumming!” I was breathing heavily and it turned Brad on to see me like that, to know that he was making me cum for the second time in a single fuck. It made him want to shoot his wad and as I finished mine, he began his.

“Mmm, me too,” he growled, pushing his thick cock deep into my tight pussy and enjoying the sensation. I was smiling and moving my hips into him to make it nice and good.

Once he came, he leaned in close to me so that our bodies were touching and kissed me on the mouth. We both lay there in a glistening, throbbing heap, taking in the moment, the bliss, and the uncertain future.

“Do you want to spend the night?” I asked sweetly.

“Sure,” Brad said laughing.

“I mean, I guess we’re like going to have to get used to each other or something now that we’re going to have a baby,” I joked. Brad smiled.

“Oh no!” he said, his face falling.

“What?”

He made sudden eye contact and a mimed expression of horror.

“I think the condom slipped off!” he said. I smiled and pushed him, both of us laughing at ourselves. We hadn’t used one and there wasn’t a need for it now.

“Wow, you’re so
fun
ny, ha ha” I teased.

“I know. It’s one of the many positive attributes that I will be bestowing upon our child,” he seriously said, before laughing. For some reason, the way we were joking was hitting me in a nice way. The combination of our banter and the pleasure that we had just experienced together and the fact that we were going to share a child…

“I love you,” I said, scrunching my eyebrows and smiling.

“I love you too,” Brad said seriously.

On graduation day, we both received diplomas. We were madly in love and our wedding date was just a week away. Now that we were finished with school, we could start their lives together. Brad already had a job lined up to teach history at a nearby high school. We decided to stay in the area, since we both had family about an hour away in different directions.

Our wedding day was beautiful. I wore a fluffy white dress and was glowing the whole time. Brad looked at me with so much love in his eyes as he recited his handwritten vows. When we kissed, it felt like the whole world stopped. Neither of us would ever forget that moment. We had a healthy baby girl, who is now the light of our lives. She has our sense of humor and Brad’s good looks!

Brad and I have grown old together. We’ve had great careers and an awesome life together. We love each other with a love I could have never imagined.

Brad Pearson and I met in an unconventional way. We had a child soon after, and we’ve never regretted anything – not even for a moment.

We love each other and we will until the day we die. Get this – Jenna married Brad Pearson!

*****

THE END

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