The Quarterback's Little s****r - Sex Stories

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... e****ted away by his players. "I love you," she mouthed at him, seeing him smile as he turned away. "Oh my God will you PLEASE set me up with him?" asked her teammate Danica, throwing her arm over Emily and watching the football team walk off the field. Emily gave her friend a knowing look, "I think you're going to have to get in line," she said, motioning toward the tunnel and all the people, mostly girls, trying to high five or simply get a hand on the football players as they walked into the tunnel. The obvious focus of their attention was Brad, who was clueless and high five-ing everyone who reached close enough. "He's such a punk," Danica expressed, "he could have any one of us girls and he refuses to acknowledge anyone but you!" Emily giggled, feeling embarrassed and flattered. Danica didn't seem to have any clue that the attention was more than innocent. Emily wondered what her teammate might say if she admitted to imagining Brad in the ways she did, let alone sucking him off. [I was watching you when I wasn't on the field today, you're a natural Em'!] Brad texted her at some point after the game. -You should be focusing on your team, not me!- [Well then you shouldn't be wearing that ridiculous uniform! How am I supposed to focus my eyes downfield when my little s****r is wearing almost nothing on the sideline?] -Oh shut up! You're exaggerating- [Maybe a little. What are you doing right now?] -Um...sitting in the locker room, in my towel. The girls are planning what ...

... bar to go to tonight.- [Tell me you're not thinking about going with them!?] The cheerleaders were known for dressing up as sexy as they could and descending on bars in a pack. Everybody got excited when they'd show up, mostly guys just hoping to take one home. The thought worried Brad to no end. The way Brad was texting her made Emily feel giddy. Sitting there in nothing but her towel, she felt secretive and loved, knowing every girl in the room would have liked to be in Emily's position but only she was receiving attention from her wonderful b*****r. -Actually... Danica got me a fake so I think they're expecting me to go...- [Damn that girl! Alright where are you going, because that's where we're going.] -Are you trying to keep an eye on me?? It sounds like that Irish bar on 5th St, Flannery's or something?- [Oh God. Okay, And yes...two eyes. I'm gonna try and get the guys to go there.] [Promise me you'll keep an eye on your drink at that place, okay? I'm probably not the only one who saw how good you looked out there today] His compliments and protectiveness made her smile. Emily almost felt as if she didn't deserve to be treated so well by him, but she wasn't complaining. As the excited teenager got ready to go out that night, there is only one person she hoped would appreciate all the effort she was putting into her make-up and outfit. "Holy shit," one of Brad's linemen, Cole Hansen, said grabbing his shoulder suddenly, "the girls are here." He knew who Cole meant, and ...