Chapter 5: Resolution
Delaney's breath hitched as she stepped into the apartment, the familiar scent of clean laundry and the faint aroma of the takeout they had ordered earlier filling her nostrils. The open-concept space was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the large windows, casting long shadows across the minimalist decor. The walls were adorned with posters of their favorite sports teams, and the shelves were lined with trophies and medals, a testament to their collective achievements.
Becky and Delaney had said little on their walk from the practice field. Becky had indicated that they had something important to discuss. Delaney chose to wait to find out what it was until they got home. She hoped it was something light. After their emotional locker room meeting and brush with public nudity, Delaney really wanted to unwind and relax.
She kicked off her cleats by the door and padded over to the kitchen island, where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She took a long swig, the cool liquid refreshing her parched throat.
Becky, who had been quietly untying her cleats, looked up and caught Delaney's eye. "You okay, Laney?" she asked, using the nickname only she and Maddie were allowed to use.
Delaney smiled softly, appreciating Becky's concern. "Yeah, Becks. Just...a lot to process, you know?" She gestured vaguely with her water bottle, indicating the events of the day.
Becky nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I get it.
It's been a crazy day," Becky agreed, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. "But hey, we made it through. And we're still standing, right?"
Delaney chuckled, appreciating Becky's attempt to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we are. Still standing."
Becky walked over to the couch, flopping down onto the cushions with a sigh. "So, what do you want to do now? We could order pizza, watch a movie, or...I don't know, do something else."
Delaney hesitated, considering her options. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But she also knew that Becky wanted to tell her something. Something important, apparently.
Delaney took a seat on the other end of the couch, her eyes fixed on Becky. "Okay, Becks. Lay it on me. What's going on?"
Becky took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Well, you know what Ashley was saying? About me being into you or whatever?” Becky began haltingly. “Yeah. I adore Ashley, but she can be so outta pocket,” Delaney replied, still waving off Ashley’s words as mere ignorant troublemaking.
“You know she’s just trying to stir the pot, right? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
Becky looked down at her hands, her fingers still fidgeting. “I know, I know. But...what if…what if she was right? How would you react? Hypothetically,” she said, choosing her words carefully.
Delaney’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never considered the possibility that Becky might actually be interested in her. They had been friends for so long, and Delaney had always assumed that Becky saw her in the same platonic light.
“Becky, I...I don’t know what to say,” Delaney stammered, her mind racing. “Hypothetically. I’m not saying it’s true. But…if it was,” Becky clarified. Becky’s short hair, androgynous fashion sense, and devotion to sports had always made her “ping” in a gaydar sense, but Delaney never thought Becky was attracted to her. They’d been friends for so long! Platonic friends and roommates. Delaney found herself wondering how long Becky had been harboring this supposedly hypothetical crush.
She took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation. "Becky, I...I don't know what to say," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never...I never thought...I mean, we've been friends for so long." Becky nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. "I know, Laney. I know it's a lot to take in. And I don't want to make things weird between us. I just...I needed to know if you felt the same way. Hypothetically," she added quickly, her cheeks flushing pink.
Delaney hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to sort through her feelings.
She had never considered the possibility of being with Becky in a romantic or sexual way. But now that the idea was planted in her head, she couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity and excitement.
"Becky," Delaney began, her voice soft and thoughtful. "I...I don't know what to say. I've never thought about you like that before. I’ve…I mean, I guess I’ve kissed girls for fun, just to try it. But I’ve never considered being in a relationship with one."
Becky immediately tried to backtrack. “Whoa, nobody said anything about a relationship! And this was just hypothetical anyway. Forget I said anything,” Becky said, essentially waving the white flag. Delaney paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I’m not offended, Becks. I’m not even saying I couldn’t…like…be down to experiment,” she said. That made Becky’s ears perk up.
"Experiment?" she repeated, her eyes widening slightly. "Like, what do you mean by that?" Delaney took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words. "I mean, I've never been with a girl before, but I'm not opposed to the idea. I think it could be...interesting," she said, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
Becky's eyes softened, and she reached out, her hand resting gently on Delaney's knee. "I understand if you're not ready to think about this, Laney. I just...I wanted to be honest with you.” Delaney smiled. “How long? How long have you felt this way? Hypothetically,” Delaney asked.
“How long have you felt this way?”
Becky's fingers tightened slightly on Delaney's knee, and she looked down, her eyes fixed on the spot where her hand rested. "I don't know, Laney. It's been...gradual, I guess. I've always admired you, you know? Your strength, your determination, your passion for sports. But it's only been recently that I've started to see you in a different light."
Delaney's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Becky's words. She had never considered that her best friend might have feelings for her beyond friendship. It was a strange and unfamiliar territory, but she found herself curious and intrigued. “When I’ve undressed in front of you? And chatted with you from the shower? You would, like, check me out?” Delaney asked, looking back on their friendship through this new prism.
Becky laughed softly, her cheeks flushing pink. "Maybe a little," she admitted, her eyes flicking up to meet Delaney's gaze. "But it's not just about...that. It's about who you are as a person, Laney. Your kindness, your loyalty, your sense of humor. You're one of the most amazing people I know, and I...I can't help but feel drawn to you."
Delaney's heart swelled at Becky's words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She had always known that Becky was an incredible friend, but hearing her speak so openly about her feelings was a different experience altogether. “When Coach was getting on you about losing the game, I wanted to stand up and punch him out. You’re my girl. I have your back always, even if you’ll never like me in that way,” Becky declared.
“I just...I wanted you to know that I see you, Laney. And I think you’re incredible. And if you ever want to explore this...feeling, I’m here. But only if you’re ready. No pressure,” she added quickly, her eyes searching Delaney’s face for any sign of discomfort or rejection.
Delaney felt a lump form in her throat as she listened to Becky’s words. She had never been so vulnerable, so exposed, in her entire life. But there was something about Becky’s honesty, her openness, that made her feel safe. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to process everything. She didn’t think of herself as gay or even bi-curious, but having someone she adored so much find her sexually attractive was undeniably enticing.
She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of Becky wanting her, of Becky desiring her. She had never considered that someone like Becky could be interested in her, and the idea was both thrilling and terrifying.
Delaney looked at Becky, her best friend, her roommate, her teammate, and saw her in a new light. She saw the way Becky's eyes sparkled when she talked about her feelings, the way her fingers fidgeted nervously, the way her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment and excitement. She saw the vulnerability in Becky's gaze, the hope, the longing. And she felt a stirring deep within her, a curiosity that she couldn't ignore.
She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss Becky, to touch her, to be touched by her. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have Becky's hands on her body, to have Becky's lips on hers.
But she also felt a sense of trepidation. She had never been with a woman before, and the thought of crossing that line was both exhilarating and terrifying. She didn't want to mess up their friendship, their dynamic. She valued Becky's presence in her life more than anything, and she didn't want to risk losing that.
"Becky," Delaney said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Here it comes. This is where you let me down easy. I get it. You don’t even have to say it,” Becky said, fearing the rejection she’d come to expect from straight girls.
“I get it. You’re not into me like that. It’s okay. I just needed to get it off my chest.”
Delaney reached out and gently took Becky’s hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. “Becky, stop. Just...stop for a second.” Becky looked up at Delaney, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. “I’m not saying no, Becks. I’m just...processing. This is all new to me. I’ve never even considered...you know, being with a woman. But the idea of being with you...it’s not scary. It’s not repulsive.
It’s just...unfamiliar. And I want to explore it. But I need to do it at my own pace. I need to know that you’re okay with that. That you’re willing to wait for me to figure it out.”
Becky’s eyes widened slightly, and she gave Delaney’s hand a squeeze in return. “Of course, Laney. I wouldn’t want to rush you into anything. I just...I wanted you to know how I feel. And if you ever change your mind, or if you want to talk about it, or if you just want to hang out and watch movies, I’m here. Always.”
Delaney felt a wave of relief wash over her. But as she replayed the day’s events in her mind, she stumbled onto a question. “Wait? Why were you acting like you were so excited to see Jake naked?” she asked. Becky covered her eyes with her hand before answering. “I was just trying to throw you and Ashley and everyone off the scent. I wanted to seem hetero so you wouldn’t know how I feel about you,” Becky admitted. Delaney’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean, you’ve been pretending to be straight all this time?” Becky nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. “I didn’t want to make things weird between us. And I didn’t want to risk our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way. But now that I’ve told you, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” Delaney’s mind was racing now.
“But Jake’s cock, oh my god,” Becky said, her mouth agape. “Huge, right? I was not prepared!” Delaney said, laughing. “Even I noticed! Poor Ashley. Or lucky Ashley. I don’t even know what to think,” Becky said. “We need to rescue her from that thing! She won’t be able to walk straight, let alone play field hockey,” Delaney joked. The girls were nearly doubled over with laughter now.
The tension from their earlier conversation had dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared amusement. Delaney wiped tears from her eyes, still chuckling at the image of Ashley's reaction to Jake's...endowment.
What the girls didn’t know — but very well might have guessed — was that Ashley and Jake had already been intimate. After initiating oral sex with Jake and swallowing, Ashley was now in Jake’s bed, half covered by the sheets. She was watching Jake pace around the room in his boxers, swilling orange Gatorade directly from a bottle. “The electrolytes will help me get hard again. I want to perform for you, baby,” Jake said as Ashley looked on with great amusement.
“Perform? Are you going to put on a show?” Ashley asked, teasing. “You know what I mean. Perform sexually,” Jake clarified as he continued pacing back and forth.
“I want to make sure you’re satisfied. I want to make sure you’re happy. I want to make sure you feel like you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”
Ashley chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Jake, you’re already the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. You’re the first guy I’ve ever done this with, and you’re amazing.”
Jake stopped pacing and turned to face Ashley, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. “Really? You’ve never done this before?”
Ashley shook her head, her cheeks flushing pink. “Sex on the first date? Sex without even actually going on a date, in fact? Yeah, I’ve never done this before. I’m not some loose harlot, you know,” Ashley replied.
Jake raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “I never said you were, babe. But I’m glad you’re loosening up with me,” he said, winking at her. Ashley rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile back at him. “You’re impossible, Jake,” she said, shaking her head. “So, what do you want to do now?” Jake asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I thought you wanted to perform for me?” Ashley teased, gesturing to his still-erect manhood. “Oh, I do. But I want to make sure you’re ready for round two,” Jake said, his voice low and husky.
“Oh, I’ve been ready. It’s different for girls. We can go again without drinking Gatorade and pacing around like a caged lion,” Ashley said. She already felt comfortable enough around the football star to make fun of him. Ashley was enjoying herself, and it showed. Jake grinned at her, appreciating her sass. "Well, I don't want to wear you out on our first time together," he said, climbing back onto the bed and crawling towards her. "I want to make sure you're ready for more." Ashley laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm ready, Jake. Trust me." She reached out and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him on top of her. Jake chuckled, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at her. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he said, his voice low and husky. “All we did was oral. I’m just getting warmed up,” Ashley said boldly.
Jake’s grin widened, and he leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft and gentle. Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. She could feel his body pressing against hers. His erection hadn’t sprung back to life yet, but she couldn’t imagine it would take long. Jake was a virile athlete in his sexual prime, not some codger.
“Take it back out,” she purred as Jake was still in his boxers. “It needs a little more time in the oven, baby. Be patient,” he replied. “I want to look at it. I’ve never seen one that’s so big when it’s, you know,” she said. “Soft?” Jake asked, finishing her thought. “Yeah,” Ashley said. “You’ve never seen one this big when it’s hard either,” Jake boasted. Ashley wanted to say something sassy in response, but Jake was right. He did have the biggest penis she’d ever laid eyes on.
It was a sight to behold, and Ashley couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and apprehension. She had heard the rumors about Jake's prowess, but seeing it for herself was a whole different experience.
“So take it out,” she said again. “Hey, no need to objectify me, babe. I’m not a piece of meat, you know,” Jake joked. “You might not be, but it sure is. You’re the whole meat packing plant,” Ashley joked back.
Jake laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, when you put it that way...” he said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down. Ashley's breath caught in her throat as his flaccid dick flopped out, bobbing slightly in the air. She had seen it before, but the sight of it never failed to impress her.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of it. “Like, what is it like walking around with that thing all day? How do you even wear your uniform? Do you have to pick a side to dress to?” Ashley asked. She’d never been with a guy this ridiculously well hung and she was genuinely curious about how it impacted his life.
Jake chuckled at her questions, clearly amused by her fascination. “Well, it’s not always this...impressive,” he admitted, gesturing to his still-relaxed state. “But yeah, it can be a bit of a challenge sometimes. I have to be careful with my uniforms, make sure they’re not too tight. And I definitely can’t wear briefs. Boxers are a must.”
Ashley laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can only imagine. Do the guys on the team give you a hard time about it?” she asked, smirking at her own pun.
Jake rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “All the time.
They’re always making jokes about it. But I’ve learned to take it in stride,” Jake said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I mean, it’s not like I can help it. It’s just who I am,” he added, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.
Ashley nodded, her eyes still fixed on his flaccid member. It’s not your fault you’re so...equipped,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and admiration. Jake chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sometimes after practice I wait until all the guys have left the locker room before I shower, just so I don’t have to deal with the comments,” he admitted.
“I mean, I know they’re just giving me a hard time, but it can get old after a while,” Jake said, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability.
Ashley felt a pang of sympathy for him. She had always known Jake as a confident, even cocky, jock. But now she was seeing a different side of him. A side that was self-aware, even insecure at times.
“Well, I think it’s amazing,” she said softly, her eyes still fixed on his dick. “I mean, it’s not like you have anything to be insecure about,” she added, a teasing lilt to her voice. “What was it like for you at the end of the strip field hockey game? That wasn’t even your teammate bros, it was four girls you barely know seeing you naked,” Ashley asked.
“I was just pissed that I lost. I didn’t think any of you chicks could put a shot past me. I guess I should stick to football,” Jake replied. “Or become a professional underwear model,” Ashley teased.
“You’ve got the goods, Jake. You could make a killing,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I don’t know about that. I think I’ll stick to football for now,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and determination. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for him. He was a man of many talents, and his physical prowess was just one of them.
“Coach says I have a real chance to go pro. There are scouts at every game even though I’m still a junior. He’d hate that I’m here with you right now. He wants us focused on football 24/7, not chasing girls,” Jake said.
Ashley laughed, shaking her head. “Well, I’m glad you’re not listening to him. I mean, I’m not complaining about being here with you,” she said, her voice filled with a soft smile. Jake grinned at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Me neither, babe. Me neither,” he said, leaning down to kiss her again.
Ashley melted into the kiss, her body pressing against his as their tongues danced together. She could feel his dick starting to harden against her thigh, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at her.
"You know, I've been thinking about something," he said, his voice low and husky.
Ashley raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Jake grinned at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've been thinking about the strip field hockey game," he clarified, his eyes fixed on hers. “How you missed the shot on purpose so you could strip for me,” Jake reminded her.
Ashley blushed slightly, remembering the game. “What about it?” she asked. “Why did you take off your shorts first? I figured the shirt would come off first. That’s how Delaney did it,” Jake asked. “Just wondering,” he added.
“I was nervous,” Ashley admitted. “I wanted to get it over with. I didn’t want to stand there in front of everyone, half-naked, waiting for my turn to shoot. I figured if I took off my shorts first, I could just get it done quickly and move on,” she explained.
Jake nodded, his eyes still fixed on hers. “But I have to say, it was pretty hot,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. “Seeing you standing there in your panties, your cheeks all flushed and your hair all messy...it was really fucking sexy,” he added, his voice growing huskier and his erection finding its second wind.
Ashley felt a warmth spread through her at his words, her body responding to the desire in his voice. “You liked it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck yeah, I liked it,” Jake replied, his eyes never leaving hers. “You weren’t more interested in Delaney? I mean, I get it, you’re a guy. She has huge boobs, bigger than mine. She’s the one you probably wanted to see naked,” Ashley asked.
Jake shook his head, his eyes still fixed on hers. “No, babe. I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you standing there, all vulnerable and nervous, but still so fucking sexy. I wanted to see you take off your clothes, one piece at a time, until you were standing there in front of me, completely naked and exposed. And then I wanted to fuck you. I would have fucked you right there on the field, with everyone watching,” Jake said, his voice taking on an animalistic tone.
Ashley felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body responding to the primal desire in his voice. “But I didn’t want to share you with anyone else. I wanted you all to myself,” he added, his eyes never leaving hers.
Ashley felt a warmth spread through her at his words, her body aching with desire. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her. “I wanted you too,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of longing and need. “I wanted you to see me, all of me. I wanted you to want me,” she added, her eyes filled with vulnerability. “That’s why I missed on purpose. I know you could have any girl on the entire campus. I wanted it to be me,” Ashley said.
I wanted you to choose me.” Jake’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss her gently. “You have no idea how much I wanted you,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. When the guys were talking about the field hockey team supposedly having a naked practice, I ran right out there because of you. I wanted to see you,” Jake said. Ashley didn’t respond at first. Jake still didn’t know that the naked practice actually had taken place and he’d just arrived too late to see it. Should see tell him how? Did it matter? Would it change how she felt about him, knowing that her nude body was on display for anyone passing through the quad? It would require such a long explanation, how it was a punishment from Coach Thomas, how the girls had tried to negotiate their way out of it. Maybe Jake’s ignorance on this topic was bliss.
Ashley decided not to bring it up, at least not now. She was enjoying their moment too much to spoil it with unnecessary details.
"I wanted to see you too," Ashley replied softly, her fingers still tangled in his hair. "I couldn't believe it when I saw you standing there, watching us. I thought I was dreaming."
Jake chuckled, his breath warm against her lips. "That whole rumor was so stupid. As if the field hockey team would go buck wild like that, getting naked in broad daylight. Somebody even said you were practicing without equipment. Like, what the fuck? Who even comes up with crazy stories like that?” Jake mused, still unaware of the truth.
“I mean, I get it. You’re all hot and stuff, but come on. That’s just ridiculous.” Ashley laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, you know what they say. Truth is stranger than fiction,” she replied, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “And besides, we’re not exactly known for our wild parties. We’re more like the straight-laced, all-work-and-no-play kind of team,” she added, her voice filled with a hint of self-deprecation. “Yeah, I know. But still. That’s just crazy,” he said, shaking his head.
“I mean, I know you girls are competitive and all, but naked practice? Really?” Ashley laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, Jake, sometimes things aren’t always what they seem,” she said, her voice filled with a hint of mystery. Jake raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and intrigue. Ashley hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal the truth. But the look in Jake’s eyes was too genuine, too honest, for her to keep it a secret any longer.
“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But you have to promise not to tell anyone else. It’s kind of a big secret,” Ashley added, her eyes filled with a hint of worry. Jake nodded, his curiosity now fully piqued. “Of course, babe. I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of sincerity and anticipation. Ashley took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal. “Okay, so...you know how there were rumors about us having a naked practice?” she started, her voice hesitant. Jake nodded, his eyes fixed on hers. “Yeah, I remember,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Ashley took another deep breath before continuing. “Well, those rumors weren’t entirely...unfounded,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink. Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, and he sat up slightly, his body tense with anticipation. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ashley hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Okay, so...you know how we lost that big game against our rival team last week?” she started, her voice filled with a hint of trepidation. “Yeah, I remember. It was a tough loss,” he said, his voice filled with sympathy.
“Yeah, it was,” Ashley agreed, her voice filled with a hint of sadness. “Well, as punishment, Coach Thomas made us...” she paused, searching for the right words. “Made us walk out to the quad together in the nude,” she finally admitted, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. Jake’s eyes widened in shock, and he sat up even further, his body tense with disbelief. “What?” he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right?” he asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of jest. Ashley shook her head, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and vulnerability. “No, I’m not kidding,” she said softly. “The practice part was our idea. We wanted to do something useful with the time, not just parade around bare assed. But yeah, it was Coach Thomas’s idea. It was a punishment,” Ashley said. She was relieved to unburden herself, but worried about how Jake would react.
He sat in silence for a moment, processing the information. Ashley held her breath, waiting for his response.
"Wow," Jake finally said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe your coach would do that. That's...that's fucked up, Ashley."
Ashley let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Jake was reacting with anger towards the situation, not towards her. "I know, right? It was so humiliating. But we didn't have a choice. We had to do it," she said, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and resignation.
Jake's expression softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you, Ashley. That's...that's just wrong," he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and sympathy. Ashley nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "It was awful. We were all so embarrassed and humiliated. But we didn't want to let our team down, you know? So we did it," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. Jake reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm so proud of you for doing what you had to do for your team.
That takes a lot of courage and resilience," Jake said, his voice filled with admiration. Ashley looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Really," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're one of the strongest people I know, Ashley. And I'm not just talking about physically," he added, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and affection.
Ashley felt a warmth spread through her at his words, her heart swelling with emotion. Not only was Jake a ruggedly handsome football star with an enormous dick, he was turning out to be a really good guy. A caring gentleman, not just some macho jock. They hadn’t even been on an official date yet and Ashley could already feel herself falling for him. She knew Jake as the big man on campus, the popular football star, but now she was getting to know Jake the man, to see who he was in private. And he was surprising her in the best ways.
She felt a warmth spread through her at his words, her heart swelling with emotion.
“Thank you, Jake,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. “You’re not mad? I mean, other guys saw us. Saw me. It didn’t cause quite the stir I thought it would, but we were all out there in the open, wearing nothing,” Ashley said.
“I mean, I guess it could have been worse. At least it was just the quad and not the entire campus,” she added, trying to find a silver lining in the situation.
Jake shook his head, still in disbelief. “I can’t believe your coach would do that to you. That’s just...that’s just wrong,” he repeated, his voice filled with anger and frustration. “I mean, I get that you guys lost the game and all, but that’s just too far,” he added, his brow furrowed in thought.
Ashley nodded, grateful for his support. “I know, right? But we didn’t have a choice. When we tried to talk our way out of it Coach Thomas slammed his hand on the chalkboard and yelled at us. He even threw an eraser at the wall. It whizzed right past Maddie’s head,” Ashley revealed. It had been such a crazy day, she hadn’t even been thinking about the coach’s outburst.
She had been too busy trying to process the events of the day, the naked practice, and the unexpected encounter with Jake. But now, as she sat in Jake’s dorm room, his warm hand holding hers, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. It was nice to have someone to talk to about it, someone who understood and supported her.
“You know, I’ve never seen Coach Thomas like that before,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. “He’s always been a bit of a hard ass, but that was...that was something else. I’ve never seen him so angry, so out of control,” she added, her voice filled with a hint of fear.
Jake’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he listened to her words. “That’s fucked up,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “I mean, I know he’s a tough coach, but that’s just...that’s just wrong. He should be ashamed of himself,” he added, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disgust. Ashley nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and frustration. But what can we do? He’s the coach. We can’t just ignore him,” she said, her voice filled with a hint of resignation. Jake’s expression darkened, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and anger.
“You know what? We can’t just let him get away with this. We need to do something about it,” he said, his voice filled with a sense of purpose.
Ashley looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “What do you mean? What can we do?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Jake took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan. “Well, for starters, we can’t just let this go. We need to make sure that something like this never happens again,” he said, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.
Ashley nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of agreement and fear. “I know, but what can we do? He threatened to throw us off the team if we didn’t follow orders,” Ashley said. “Throw you off the team?” Jake asked, fury rising in his voice. “None of us wanted to take that chance. Field hockey means the world to us. And we didn’t want Delaney to feel like it was her fault. Coach Thomas really singled her out, put the loss on her before he announced the punishment,” Ashley explained.
“We all felt bad for her. She’s been carrying the weight of that loss. And now this. It’s just too much.”
Jake’s expression darkened further, his jaw clenched as he listened to her words. “That’s fucked up. I mean, I know Delaney’s a great goalie, but that’s not her fault. She can’t control every shot that comes her way. And now she’s got to deal with this too? That’s just...that’s just wrong,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and frustration.
Ashley nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. “I know. But we got through it. We were all weirdly comfortable after a while. Maddie even met this guy Peter. Do you know Peter, the skinny guy with glasses?” Ashley asked. “Uh, no, who’s Peter?” Jake asked. His circle of friends didn’t overlap with a nerd like Peter. “He’s just this guy. Maddie knows him from chemistry class. Anyway, he made her feel better about herself. She asked him to describe her body or whatever and I guess he was super complimentary,” Ashley explained.
“Wait, start again. Who’s Peter?” Jake asked.
“Who’s Peter? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him around campus. He’s not on the football team, is he?” Ashley shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “No, he’s not on the football team. He’s more of a nerdy type. He’s in the chemistry department, I think. He’s really smart, but kind of socially awkward. Maddie said he’s got a good heart though,” Ashley explained. “Oh, okay. So, what happened with Maddie and Peter?” Jake asked, his curiosity piqued. Ashley shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I don’t know the details.
Maddie didn’t really tell me much about it. She just said he made her feel good about herself, you know? Like, she felt seen and heard and appreciated,” Ashley explained, her voice filled with a hint of envy. “That’s nice,” Jake said. “You’re nice,” Ashley replied simply.