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This is a work of fiction names places or characters resembling anything living or dead is purely coincidental, or used ficticiously.


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Jack Wilson was a college freshmen, with a scholarship to play football at the semi-local university. He was a good student, and dedicated his life to football and to his studies. He knew that the only way to get anywhere to escape his low socioeconomic status was to work. And work he did. This is not to say he did not have fun, or hang out with friends. He often went out with his team mates, and could drink as well as the next guy. He just didn't go into getting falling down drunk, or fucking 8 women in a night. He knew he had women available to him, heck girls practically threw themselves at him as a jock, besides the fact he was also very good looking, at 6 2 muscular, with dark hair and hazel eyes. He rarely took a woman on a date, and he sort of had the reputation on the team as the one guy wo had not had a one nights stand. This of course meant he was the target of every woman wanting to change this fact. So far he had politely declined. Was that about to change?

He was wistling a tune to himself as he soaped his hair washing out the sweat and dirt in the lockerroom showers. He had stayed late, and most of the other guys were gone. He was the young guy on the team, so he had to wait his turn. The team had mostly nice guys though, so he caught little flack for being younger than most of them.
He broke out into singinging as he closed his eyes completely oblivious to his surroundings and not caring one jot if anyone else heard his rocus off key voice.
 
And where there were football teams and jocks, that wonderful clique of girls known as cheerleaders were sure to follow. It would have been a lie to say Maria Austen was any different the rest of the squad. This particular 5’7” dark hair beauty, a rather overlooked young woman in terms of the squad, had the pleasure of enjoying the reputation of supposedly having slept with every member of the football team, alas now that wasn’t true, some hadn’t taken that title from her no she wouldn’t let them, no she had her sights set on that one last jock…

Jack Wilson.

While she held a rather impressive track record, Maria had never gotten the respect she deserved she was still over looked y all the guys, it wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, for from it she was, as some one had put it, ‘so god damn hot it hurts to look at her’, no every guy went for those air headed blonde sluts who led the Cheerleading squad. Maria had no time for them. She was too set on getting in to a certain footballers pant.

Hang around until everyone left, Maria made her move she silently slipped across the field and into the guys locker room, then equally as silently across the room, to spot her target singing in the shower. She forced herself to hold back a chuckle at his off key singing; she had to stay on focus. Shedding her skimpy cheerleader’s uniform, Maria slipped into his shower cubical.

Grabbing him around the waist and pressing her wonderful body to his own, she tiptoed placing a finger to his lips. She grinned at him pulling back to give him a look over, well he was certainly worth the effort of sneaking in here, she thought. Before he even had time to object her full Latin lips were on his.

no man could object to this naked beauty, could they? She wouldn't stop until she had gotten under his skin, given him a taster of what he was missing. She had turned even the most salwart, stubborn of men into one night stand loving jock. Why was Jack so different?
 
Jack Wilson

Jack was singing in the shower when he felt hands on his waist, and a finger to his lips. He opened his eyes in shock, and in doing so got shampoo into them. He tried not to cry out, as he blinked furiously, his hands going to try to wash the shampoo out. And as he was doing this, she was kissing him. He couldn't say his cock didn't stand to attention, jutting up between them, but he stepped back, sputtering through the water as he tried to clear his eyes. "Who, what? Huh?" he said in pure unadulterated confusion. As his cock started to hardon, he got his first look at this ravenhaired beauty who had decided to join him and the path to erection was complete. He coughed looking at her, and waited for her to answer his studdered confused questions.
 
She giggled as he stepped back in confusion. She didn’t mind, in fact this was pretty much a normal reaction to her. She smiled and stepped gracefully back up to him, making no attempt to hide a look or to at his package. Her hand were on him again, touch all the points that would drive him crazy, but not going to far into him comfort zone as it were.

“Who?" She chuckled, “Well, I had hoped you would have known me ... I’m Maria” She pulled herself closer to him her firm round C’s pressing against his chest. “As for what well … last time I checked I was a girl” She said looking herself over, and cupping one of her reasts, innocently. She was joking around to get him more comfortable, although her roaming stroking massaging hands would have helped towards that more than anything else. That was her job right now, if he wasn't completely at ease, she wouldn't be able to push this encounter any further.

“Want to come back in the shower with me Hun?” She said, taking hold of hand, “I figured you don’t want all the soap getting in your eyes huh”
 
"No, not what are you." he said with an exasperated sigh. "What are you doing here?" he said, "I don't even know you, and you want to join my shower?" he just didn't get it. He had to admit her hands were soft and gentle, but he had morals, he just wasn't going to give in like that, or was he. His cock seemed to think so, Jack lowered his hands to cover himself. "Please, you shouldn't be in here, its not right, and I could get in trouble." he said carefully. He was starting to catch on, this was another woman trying to get him to go along with her seduction.
 
She sighed, disappointedly, and turned to leave ... she grinned with her back to him. She turned around and pulled him down into a teasing kiss. She had heard she was one of the best kissers around, so the guys, and girls, had said. And she knew for a fact they were more than hard to turn down. She smiled nervously at him, some what innocently as well, then turned away again to gather her clothes. Leave him wanting more that was the plan.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bother to you ..." She actually sounded like she was going to cry. Pulling out the sympathy card was something she was good at. She had to admit this Jack was a tough one to crack.
 
He grabbed his towel and rapped it about himself. "Look, I'm sorry," he said a bit awkwardly. Frankly he didn't know what to say, "What exactly was your intention?" he asked, thinking maybe he had misunderstood the woman's intentions.
 
She had to physically stop herself from giggling and smiling when he came over to her. She turned away from him, faking not wanting to face up to seeing him, and pretended to pick up her underwear, a black lacy set, matching ra and thong. When she found herself composed enough to push on with the act she turned back to him, she was still utterly nude, although with the innocence she was pulling it some how didn’t seem off that she didn’t care about him seeing her.

“I … well …” She stammered. For years now she had been a it of an amateur actress, playing what roles she could here and there, she would no doubt make it far if she decided she wanted to go professional. “I won’t lie to you Jack … I saw you out there today, you’re an amazing addition to the team … and … I mean … I guess what I’m trying to say is, you seemed different from the rest of those football jerks. I … I think I ...” She trailed off to look away. Oh this was another brilliant performance on her part.

“I’m sorry …” She said, stand up and pulling on her underwear, not with out making sure he got a good look at what her body had to offer, “you probably don’t want to hear what I have to say after that stunt I pulled back there …” She began busying herself with finding the rest of her clothes.
 
he was totally taken in, "No, tell me what you want. I'll listen." he said as he too got into his underwear and tugged on his pants. Doing the belt he turned to her still without a shirt on. "I would like you to explain." he said gently, totally fooled by her stunt and acting.
 
She was frowning to herself on the inside, why didn’t he take a look at her when she was getting dressed, she’d even given him more than an opportunity of taking a peek at her womanhood. She hoped to god she hadn’t picked a gay guy to hit on, perhaps that was why he had decline the rest of the Cheerleaders. She shook her head, now she was just being silly.

She sat down on the bench, with her mini-skirt and top in hand, standard issue cheerleading gear, black and red with the team logo printed across the chest. Placing her elbows on her knees, she rested her head in her hands. “I …” She hesitated again. Looking him in the eyes she blurted it out.

“I have a huge crush on you” That would surely get him hooked. Being told that the hottest cheerleader on the squad had a crush on you was a pretty big thing for most guys, but being told y her in person … a different story altogether. Perhaps she was being too confident in her abilities, only his reaction would tell.
 
he coughed and blushed a bit, "Is that so?" he said slightly flattered. She was at least a grade ahead of him he was sure, how or why did she have a crush on him. "You could have just told me or something, you didn't need to..." he said blushing, "You know, I mean, you picked an unorthadox way to introduce yourself. Did you think I wouldn't go on a date with you?" he asked, "You didn't need to show me your naked body to get me to date you if that's what you want. Just because I turned down every cheerleader that's approached me does not make me gay or anything. I'm extremely flattered, I just refused because they just wanted the conquest, to say the had the last football player." His eyes narrowed and he started to get it, "Wait a moment, that's why you are here, isn't it?" he said his tone accusing and just a little hurt, he had actually believed her crush story, and was obviously hurt at this thought that he just was another tharget for her to seduce.
 
"Oh … come on,” She said with a sigh when he accused her of being another one of those cheerleaders looking for conquest. "I'm not that kind of girl, Jack" She still had not bothered to put her uniform back on, and actually wasn’t thinking about anymore, she was comfortable in her underwear in front of cute guys, so she didn’t need to be worried.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, “Honest.” She gave a nervous look again, this time how ever, while still mostly acting there was some element of truth in it, she had given herself a fright when he had called her out on what she was doing. “I do really honest to god like you … I … I know I’ve been with a few of the other guys on the team but.” She looked back up at him, her own brown eyes fixed on his. “You believe me … right?”

She was so close to losing this one, but she wasn’t going to, she refused to give up. If any of the girls found out she had been turned down by him as well she wouldn’t hear the end of it. He would be hers by the end of the night, or week, or month however long it took her to get in his pants. She didn’t usually care about the pain she caused … but in the back of her mind … there it was … she wanted to get that coveted ‘I fucked the whole team’ title, but she was actually becoming quite attached to this one with out quite realising it.

"Why do I always get called a slut ...." She mumbled, to herself it seemed, but she was loud enough for Jack to hear ... just as she had planned
 
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Jack sighed, "I don't know why everyone calls you a slut, I mean I don't know but it might have to do with the fact that you have slept with every member of the team except me, and half the cheerleading squad too?" he said raising one eyebrow, "Those rumors aren't exagerated are they?" he asked, "If they're not, how can you expect me to believe you like me, and I'm just not a cock for you to ride?"
 
"Majorly exaggerated" Maria said, every tone in her voice said she was telling the complete truth. Acting came to her naturally. She looked down at the clothes in her hands. It made her chuckled how short the uniform skirt was. Who knew people who went to football games were such perverts to expect a squad of beautiful girls bouncing around in short mini skirts. “You can make those girls on the cheer squad believe anything you know,” She giggled cutely. She was hoping to seem like some sort of wanna-be who had told a few major lies to get in everyone’s ‘good books’ so to speak.

What was up with this guy? He kept calling her out at every turn, but she got the idea that he had never fully found himself disbelieving anything she had said. There was hope with him yet … there was always hope that she could get him until the very last minute, the minute he said ‘no fucking way’.

She pulled a goofy grin, “Can you believe a chronic liar, who tells you she’s in love with you?”

“Do you know how hard it is to be accepted by them?” She added, her voice breaking slightly as if she could have started crying any second.
 
He awkwardly put his arm around her shoulders, and gave her a gentle hug. "C'mon. Lets finish getting dressed and I'll take you to dinner, would that make you feel better?" he asked hoping she wouldn't cry.
 
She sniffed, and looked into his eyes again, "I'd love that!" She exclaimed excitedly. It was the one moment that she could let out her excitement at getting this far with him, with out him suspecting a thing. He would only end up, chalking it up to the feelings she had for him talking instead.

She hurriedly put her clothes back on a looked at herself properly for once. She ran her hands seductively over her hips, and giggled dropping her hands back down to her sides, "I need to go grab my proper clothes I think..." She held a finger up to him as if telling him to wait there, and slipped out the door.

A few minutes later, she slipped back into the room. "Near miss with the janitor but…” She giggled, “… here I am" She spread her arms and gave him a twirl. Her normal clothes consisted of a pair of jean, torn in one knee and a lack t-shirt with the Rolling Stones tongue logo printed on one of the breasts.

"Sooo ..." She said, all her hyperness seemingly draining away as she went back to acting shy around him, a slight lush cross her cheeks.
 
he nodded when she came back he was just in jeans and a shirt too. "Did you want to go home and get more cleaned up and go somewhere nicer, or did you want to just go somewhere quick and fast food?" he asked, it had been a while since he'd taken a woman on a proper date, and maybe he would enjoy himself, she seemed pleasant enough.
 
"Oh why the hell not" She said, with a chuckle, "Lets make a night of it shall we ... I'd like to go home and get a bit cleaned up, maybe I could find something a bit more suitable to wear if we're going to go somewhere nice"

“If you’ll let me that is” She shrugged and blushed again, "Sorry I guess I talk too much, when I get overly excited, huh?"

Like taking candy from a baby, she thought to herself. In truth though Jack was the toughest guy she had found that she had tried to her way with. But she had the whole night ahead of her she could yet have what she wanted.
 
He nodded, "SUre I'll give you a ride, you live on campus or off?" he asked as he pulled open her door of his old car for her. "It ain't much to look at but it gets me around." he said
As they drove he looked at her, "So tell me, is the story true, were you really givving Pete Nelson roadhead when the cops pulled him over for speeding? or was that just hot wind?" he asked with a small smile.
 
“On campus” She said, continuing on to give him a complete set of directions to her place as she put her seat belt on. “I don’t really like supped-up sports cars anyway … makes me think the guy’s over compensating or something.”

She was taken back y his question but chuckled as she realised he was just teasing her a little, all in good humour, it didn’t mean that he had found her out, not at all. “Ah little Petey Nelson” she said with a giggle... now there was a guy who overcompensated copious amounts. “That ones true, actually.” She giggled, “Not something I’m proud of in my life but whatever”

She looked out the window, running her hand through her dark luxurious hair, placing a pair of shades over her eyes. “You don’t care that I might have had little Pete do you” It was a little out of the blue, but easy to think of as simply her being worried what he thought of her.
 
"What did the cop say?" he said with a laugh, he shrugged a t her question, "Why should I care, even if he can be a jerk, its still none of my business.'" he drove towards her dorm. He wondered if that was true, what was to stop the other guys stories from being true.
 
"The cop" She chuckled again, "He didn't know which way he was going" She looked ack over at him, lifting her shade on to her head. "My dorm is right over there" she said, pointing off in one direction. "Honestly I think he was new, he just gave Pete the ticket a made a run for it"

She grinned, "Lucky Petey I guess huh"
 
"Lucky for getting the blow job, or getting the ticket?" he asked. He got out of the car when they got to her dorm, "Do you need me to walk you in, or should I come back and get you in a while?" he asked as he let her out of the car, again holding the door like a gentleman for her.
 
"noth" She giggled, "I'm since he asked so nicely and he is kinda hot, I thiought why not, and the ticket well that goes with out saying, I glad it wasn't anything else like an indecicent exposure or anything"

She nodded to him as he was once again very Gentlemanly to her, "Oh you can come in if you want ..." She said, efore turning away and looking to the ground playing shy aout having 'her crush' in her room, "I mean if you want to that is"
 
"Well if I come in, You'll have to come with me to my room while I find more suitable clothes too. Fortionately I have already had my shower, but I would like to change myself. Do you need to shower, or just find different clothes?" he asked as he waited for her to unlock the door to the dorm, catching it from her and holding it as she walked into the building.
"Do you have a roommate?" he asked curiously as he followed behind her towards her room.
 
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