“That’s right,” I tell her smugly, licking her off each of my fingers so she can watch how good she tastes to me.
“Now I hope that pussy of mine aches the whole time it’s away from me in New York. Bring her back to me soon, Willow, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good, I’m glad that’s settled. Now let’s head to the station before you miss your train. If we stay here any longer, I might have to fuck you in front of bad Santa over there.”
Freak
CHRISTMAS DAY
It’s the day of the big Christmas Carnation Bowl and Copper Grove is playing our conference rival, Penn Union. This game is a season tradition and my last bowl game as a Panther, but more importantly, it’s another chance for scouts to see what I’m made of on the football field.
I feel good about it though and not just because my family’s here to cheer me on (even Aaron showed up) but because I have my best friend and girlfriend beside me exactly where she belongs.
Willow spent most of our last week of winter break at home with her mom. They exchanged gifts, visited her nana’s grave, and continued their tradition of attending the Christmas spectacular show at Radio City Music Hall featuring the Rockettes.
What changed for her this holiday season is that she took the train back to Georgia on Christmas Eve so that she’d be in town for my game today. It was a tremendous sacrifice not being home on Christmas Day, but I know she did it because I’m also important to her (and her mom was able to make alternate plans with friends).
Her decision to be here today means more than anything to me. If I play a good game for the scouts, it will just be icing on the cake.
“I know you don’t enjoy being the center of attention, but this is a bowl game, and the cameras will probably find you in the stands.”
“Ugh!”
“Before you fret, your hair is amazing. It always is.”
“What do you know about the trials and tribulations of styling curly hair?” she scoffs. They won’t find me if I sit somewhere high up and in the middle, right?”
“Willow, you’ll sit with my family in the end zone, right where I can see you when I score these touchdowns and that’s final.”
I kiss her behind her left ear, which is one of her favorite erogenous zones. When I kiss her there, she can’t refuse me anything. “Okay?”
“You don’t listen to anything I say. It’s one thing for everyone on campus to stare at me everywhere I go because I’m the girlfriend of the great Jackson Freak Jennings, but to be seen on national television?”
“You need to get used to it, babe. They’re going to be showing you a lot when I get to the pros and you better be paying attention and cheering for me. No studying nursing stuff in the stands.”
“I only did that one time and that was at practice.”
“Who reads books at a football game?”
“A nursing major who wants to ace her licensure exam the first time.”
“You’re a worrywart. I’ll see you after the game, Teach.”
“Wait, have you confirmed that the scouts are here?”
“Yeah, coach confirmed that they’re here. I’m pretty sure they’re sitting in one of the VIP boxes.”
“Are you nervous at all?” she whispers, just in case there’s anyone eavesdropping.
“I was born for games like this. Don’t worry. You’re all the luck I need.”
I give her a dominating kiss on the lips and tap her on the ass for good measure.
“Go Panthers.” She grins.
We high five each other and I leave knowing that I’ve got the best coach and cheerleader combo behind me in the world.
