The Quarterback Looks To Score

[Troglodyte]

OOC:

Ben Stevens.
6'4", 230.
Blonde hair, green eyes.
21 years old.

Starting quarterback, Eisenhower College.



IC:

It was an incredible game.
I threw three touchdown passes, and ran for two more, as we beat previously undefeated Florida State.

The campus was on fire.

And I was a God.


The place was crawling with beautiful horny women, any one of whom would spread their legs for me in a heartbeat.

I wasn't looking for any of that tonight.
Tonight had been my last game.
Next stop was the NFL.
So tonight, I wanted to do something I had been fantasizing about for two years.

I wanted to seduce my English professor.


True.
She was a lot older than most of my conquests -- ancient, in fact. She must have been almost 30. Still, there was no hiding that tight body and beautiful face no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Knowing her, she was probably still in her office.
Alone.

I strolled over to the building and saw her light on.
I smiled.

This would be a night to remember......

 

[felidae36]

OOC:

Trina Roberts
28 years old
5”4 120 lbs
long black hair, dark brown eyes, exotic asian features

The campus was still buzzing with activity, considering that the final game of the season has just concluded, and victory parties are commencing all over the place.

But for Trina, such juvenile antics were not part of her evening. Secluded in her small office in one of the more deserted academic buildings, she was busy finishing up the final grades for the semester. School is almost over, and she likes being ahead of schedule. She knew she should have taken the work home, considering the university grounds would be filled with drunken revelers soon, but she kept postponing her departure that she didn’t realized how late it had become.

She was punching the last numbers in her laptop, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Smoothing her simple gray skirt, her pale pink silk blouse clinging softly to her slender frame, she looked up from her work, as her office door opened. Her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly as she recognized the tall, handsome figure darkening her doorway, Ben Stevens, star quarterback of their victorious football team. What is he doing here, she thought, shouldn’t he be out celebrating.

Keeping her voice cool and aloft, she raised one delicate eyebrow, and asked, “Yes, Ben, Is there something you need?”

(This is my visual image of Trina)

 

[Troglodyte]

Ben

"Yes, Ben, Is there something you need?” she asked. Confusion clouded her lovely exotic features, along with a barely concealed sense of annoyance. I was about six and a half hours late for office hours, and I was clearly keeping her from her work.

I stepped in the office and closed the door behind me. I didn't lock it. I knew that would be like a bad movie cliche. Besides, I knew we wouldn't be interrupted. For at least the next twelve hours we had the entire building to ourselves. I intended to make the most of it.

"I wanted to talk to you about my grades, Ms. Roberts," I lied. "I know they're not very good. And I know you're supposed to turn them in tomorrow. So I was wondering if there was anything I could do for extra credit. Anything at all...."

Then I winked and gave her an unmistakably wicked grin. Hey. Being subtle was never my strong point.

 

[felidae36]

Trina watched warily as Ben walked in and softly closed the door behind him. The office was small, and Ben was no small guy. He practically overwhelmed her as he slowly approached her desk, towering over her.

"I wanted to talk to you about my grades, Ms. Roberts, I know they're not very good. And I know you're supposed to turn them in tomorrow. So I was wondering if there was anything I could do for extra credit. Anything at all...."

Trina ignored Ben’s wink, focusing on his words instead. Ben is aware of all of his assets, and had used his considerable charm among the other professors, if the office grapevine is to be believed in. He does not need any more encouragement in that direction, Trina thought.

Keeping her tone professional, Trina’s words were chosen carefully. “The grades are done, Ben. And though you might not be an A student, your scores are good enough for you to maintain your athletic scholarship and graduate with your group. So I don’t think there is a need for this conversation.”

She knew her words were politely dismissive and a little bit curt, but that is how she had always handled Ben. With him, she always have to maintain that strong air of authority, because there is something about the way he looked at her that seemed to ignore their current academic relationship. She just cannot placed it, but he makes her feel threatened.

 

[Troglodyte]

Ben

"Well, that sure is a load off my mind, Ms. Roberts," I smiled. "God forbid I flunk out and have nothing to fall back on. Well, except for that multi-million dollar football contract the scouts are always dangling in front of me. But I agree with you about one point...."

Moving with the agility that made me a two-time All American, I swiftly got to my feet. Before she could react, I was standing directly behind her. I pulled her chair out and twirled her around until she was facing me.

"There really is no need for this conversation, Ms. Roberts," I said. "In fact, I didn't come here to talk...."

Placing one hand on her exposed knee, I pulled her toward me.

"I think we both know why I came here, Ms. Roberts," I said.

 

[felidae36]

Trina tried to hide her irritation at Ben’s conceit, as if everybody on campus needs to really know about his bright future as an NFL rookie, by turning away her attention from him, as she went about powering down her laptop.

That moment of distraction caused her not to notice Ben’s swift movements, until her swiveled chair was turned around, forcing her to face the quarterback. Her gasp of surprise stuck in her throat, as Ben place his meaty paw on top of her knee.

"I think we both know why I came here, Ms. Roberts,"

The athlete was so closed, and in her seated position, she is at a disadvantage. Not allowing herself to panic, Trina said in a low, calm voice, infusing it with all the professorial tone she can muster, even as she can feel her heart starting to race.

“You’ve already told me why you are here, and we have already agreed that there is no problem. I think you should leave now, and go attend one of your victory parties.” There was ice in her voice, and she prayed inwardly, that it was enough to freeze Ben out of her office.

 

[Troglodyte]

Ben

"I thought we could celebrate together, Ms. Roberts," I said. "C'mon. Where's your school spirit?"

Without waiting for an invitation, I took my hand and moved it under her skirt. I Started to run it along the warm sort flesh of her concealed thigh.

"Don't you like me, Ms. Roberts?" I asked. "I like you. I never missed one of your classes, and attendance has never been one of my strong points. I couldn't take my eyes off you. I used to love the way your lips moved as you lectured. So sensuous. I watched you so closely that I actually wound up learning by default. But I wondered what those lips would taste like. And I wondered what else you could do with them. Tonight I intend to find out...."

 

[felidae36]

Trina froze as Ben pushed his hand underneath her skirt. The heat of his palm as he slowly moved it up and down on her bare skin caused her to quiver, whether in fear or excitement, she did not bother identifying.

His voice was low, almost husky, as he asked his question. The words could have been teasing, but the intent in his eyes was clear. Trina raised both of her hands and placed it on top of Ben’s wandering hands, trying to stop it get up any farther.

Choosing to ignore all the sexual innuendo in his statements, Trina simply focused on his last statement. “Whatever it is you intend to do, Ben, you better stop. If you do so, we will forget this silly incident.” Her words were strong and brave, but fear is starting to seep in her eyes, as they darted around, gauging the distance between her and the door. Unfortunately, the way is blocked by Ben’s big, masculine frame.

 

[Troglodyte]

I caught her glancing at the door looking for an escape route.

"I don't think so, Ms. Roberts," I said. "In fact. I plan to make this a night neither of us will ever forget. Now, why don't we get comfortable...."

Reaching out I started to unbutton her blouse. She tried to stop me, of course. But I'm used to being pushed around by three hundred and twenty pound defensive linemen. The harder she resisted the more turned on I became. And I had to give her an E for effort. Despite the conservative schoolmarm exterior, the lovely Ms. Roberts clearly knew a thing or two about fighting dirty.....

 

[felidae36]

When Ben started to unbutton her blouse, Trina sprang to action. She is not going to let this jock just simply take her in her office. She tried to raise her knee, aiming for his groin, while at the same time she raised her other hand, the one that is not trying to stop his hands from undressing him. She formed her fingers into claws, her intent to hurt him so he will let her go.

She tried to launch her multiple attacks. However, since Ben outweighs over a 100 lbs and almost a foot taller, her physical resistance seemed puny in comparison. Struggling against his hold, Trina screamed in frustration at her inability to escape, “Let me go, Ben, now.”

 

[Troglodyte]

Ben

Ms. Roberts' futile struggles only served to reveal more of her gorgeous skin to my greedy eyes. I had always thought that my teacher concealed a nice body beneath the somewhat asexual layers of clothes she wore to class, but the full well-rounded breasts that threatened to burst out of her exposed bra exceeded even my deepest fantasies.

"What's the matter, Ms. Roberts?" I asked. "Don't you like me? You know you do. There were days in class when you would direct your lecture to me, like we were the only two people in the room. You couldn't take your eyes off me. Half the class saw it. They used to talk about it in the halls. Tell me you never think about me..."

 

[felidae36]

Trina turned red at Ben’s words even as she continued her ineffective attempts to free herself. She is panting heavily with her exertions, her breasts heaving through the half-opened blouse, her skirt having risen to mid-thigh. She will die before she admit that yes she does have some crush on Ben. But which female on campus does not, considering how tall and good looking he is. However, Trina has a strict rule of never becoming involved with any student, and she has no intention of breaking that one with one super-cocky quarterback.

Still pinned beneath Ben’s powerful hands, she spat out, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You better let me go, before you truly be in trouble.” She put as much indignation in her voice and wishing against hope that he will relent, because she has a bad feeling that there is nobody but them in this part of the building.

 

[Troglodyte]

Ben

"I like trouble, Ms. Roberts, I said. "And deep down, I've got a feeling you like trouble too. If you want to play rough, I can play rough..."

Effortlessly, I lifted her out of the chair and pushed her face down on the desk. It only took one hand pressed to the small of her back to pin her down. With my other hand I raised her skirt until her ripe bottom was open for inspection.

"Wow, Ms. Roberts," I exclaimed. For an English teacher, you've got an incredible ass. I'm not sure whether to kiss it or to spank it. But I know where I'm going to start..."

With a single jerking motion I pulled her panties down to her knees. Then with a resounding clap I brought the flat of my palm down hard against her tender skin...