Jim and Linda's College Days

Please note that is is intended as satire, so forgive the lapses in realism. And BTB readers be forewarned, there's no retribution or any negative consequences to our favorite adulteress in this little prelude. Once again, credit to GeorgeAnderson for creating the February Sucks characters upon whom this piece is very loosely based.

Jim and Linda's College Days

She looked up at the diamond ring on her left hand as it caressed Jake's rippling abdominal muscles, observing how the sparkling stone looked especially impressive as it moved against that smooth white skin. It was an antique rose cut diamond, at least a carat and a half in weight, and it was exquisitely set in a white gold band. She loved watching the prism of colors that seemed to shoot out from the stone's facets as her hand gently moved upward and luxuriated in the feel of the aathlete's chiseled muscles, the smooth and hard contours of masculine perfection.

Her other hand was also occupied. It was sliding with a slight twisting motion along Jake's long and slightly curved penis, providing a manual assist to the action of her mouth. She marveled at how each cock she sucked had its own distinct features: one was long, another was fat, one had a big head, another tapered to a dull point. In the months since the start of the football season, she had had the opportunity to examine a fairly large assortment. White cocks, black cocks, brown cocks. She had entertained them all.

Her tongue savored the feel of Jake's large mushroom head sliding in and out of her wide-open mouth and, as always, she enjoyed watching the cock move in and out, the pace increasing with the athlete's urgency, building to the spasms she never ceased to enjoy. It was always a kick to feel it spurt. It made her feel like she was in control. She focused on the cock in her mouth, and then she gazed up again toward the glittering diamond. "Such a beautiful ring," she thought. She was very proud of it.

The ring had come into her possession only recently, when she accepted Jim's marriage proposal. She was a senior and Jim a graduate student at the university and though their parents cautioned that they were young for such an important step, Linda had made up her mind with her usual singlemindedness of purpose. Jim was so solid, she thought. A little dull, a little bit of a straight arrow, but the perfect person with whom she could start the family she eventually wanted. "He's a good man," she told her friend Dee after calling to let her know of the engagement, adding that she was certain he'd be a good provider, a doting father and a loving and unfailingly faithful husband. She told Dee that Jim already had a job lined up and he was willing to support her so she could continue studies that would lead to the physical therapy degree she wanted, studies that would take another three years to complete. What she didn't say, but admitted only to herself, was that Jim was a guy who she could easily manipulate. He was like an open book to her: she would always know what's in his heart and she trusted that he'd be there for her, come what may.

Her feelings were not completely cynical: Linda loved Jim in her own way, which, she acknowledged, had its peculiarities. He was a great listener and an OK dancer. He wasn't terribly imaginative or spontaneous, but that was all right: she had enough spontaneity and imagination for the two of them. After just a few dates, she had decided that they were perfect for each other. Linda and her mother were planning for an elaborate wedding in June, just weeks after their graduation. She was sure they would have a long and happy marriage.

She thought of all this as Jake, the team's star linebacker, picked up the pace of his pumping action. She bent her neck forward to take him in more deeply as she sensed Jake's orgasm coming on. There was that slight quiver to his penis, a deep thrust and then the thin salty jelly filled her mouth and dribbled a little out one side. She rolled it around in her mouth before she swallowed. She thought it was interesting how easily she had gotten good, really good, at giving blowjobs since she started this job. Until just a few months before, she had sucked the occasional cock to get it hard before intercourse and she'd gone all the way to completion with Jim on one or two special occasions, most recently on his birthday. Now, she seemed to have become quite the oral sexual expert, at least that's what the team's players told her. It had taken her a while to abide the taste and feel of semen in her mouth, but she had come to tolerate it, even to like it, and Jake had just produced an extraordinary quantity of the stuff.

"Wow, Jake-o, that was a shitload of cum. When's the last time you got off?

Jake flashed a stupid grin. "When Josh and I fucked you."

"That was three days ago, Jake," Linda said. "Don't you have a girlfriend? Don't you jerk off in your fraternity room?

"I was saving it all for you, Linda," said the athlete. "Nobody does it better."

Linda smiled. She was weirdly proud of her ability.

As a physical therapy major, Linda had sought after a job working for the university football team's trainer for two years before he finally acquiesced and created a position as apprentice team masseuse. She had taken courses in sports massage and as a trade-off, Linda offered to provide massage services to the team's players. She'd do the work as a volunteer in exchange for experience in trailing the team's trainer and the team's head coach, Coach Duncan, providing her with the opportunity to learn the intricacies of coaching and training elite athletes. It was an extraordinary opportunity for a physical therapy major. At first, her responsibilities were straightforward. For three days each week, she'd follow Coach Duncan at practice before moving to the training room, where the team's athletic trainer would assign one or two players to receive her ministrations. It was usually guys who'd had pulled muscles or had some minor injury. Initially, the massage table was located in the weight room, right next to a row of free weights. Her job took a different turn when the trainer, in an effort to make the massage a more relaxing experience for his players, moved Linda's table into what had been a large storage closet. The privacy of the new location changed everything.

When the trainer first introduced Linda to the team in the pre-season, most of the guys were respectful, even shy. But in late August, just before the season's opening game, she walked into the narrow space that was now her newly-created massage room and the team's hotshot wide receiver, Garth Rawls was already on the table. He was a tall, lanky guy with chiseled, matinee-idol features and a mane of long blonde hair that flew out behind his helmet as he sprinted gracefully down field. Along with half the female student body, she had long been an admirer. And now here he was, right in front of her, on a massage able that was a little short for his frame and left his big feet dangle over the edge.

He was naked, save for a small towel that barely covered his ass. "Hey babe, my shoulders are so sore from Saturday's game," he said. "They really need some care."

As Linda began to knead the muscles around his shoulders, Rawls slyly slipped the towel to one side. Looking back, Linda saw that moment as an inflection point. She could have chosen to insist that he cover up and treat her as a professional, or she could just allow the the big man's transgression and see where it might lead. She chose the latter.

When Rawls turned over on his back, he had a smile on his face and a raging hard-on. Linda felt herself moisten. She took the penis in her hand and smiled. "What have we here, Mr. Rawls? Are you sore here, too?"

Without raising up, Rawls reached his enormous arm around Linda's waist and drew her closer to her face to his and kissed her, his tongue pushing gently into her mouth. All the while, she still had his cock in her hand. He smelled of sweat tinged with a faint amount of aftershave, an intensely male smell. The taste, the smell, the feel of his cock in her hand was enough to break down any resistance she'd had to this potentially dangerous situation. The moistening of her pussy became a small flood. She felt as if she would swoon.

Rawls reached up with both hands and slipped them underneath Linda's tank top, cupping her breasts with a surprisingly delicate touch. He was famous, after all, for his abilities with his hands. Linda could feel her nipples harden. An inadvertent groan escaped her lips. Slipping off her gym shorts, she straddled him, rubbing the gusset of her thongs against his erection. Seconds later, she had pulled it aside to allow him to push past the lips of her pussy. He was moving deep inside, deep enough so that he was pounding against the walls of her cervix. "Damn," she thought. "This is amazing, but I forgot to have him put on a condom,."

"Don't come inside me," she said, the words spilling out between gasps as she rode up and down on the cock, a motion similar to the moving horses on a carousel. To Rawls' credit, he honored Linda's request. He pushed her up and allowed his cock to flop out, spurting bursts of cum in every direction. The big athlete was simultaneously laughing and gasping. Struggling to control her breathing, Linda used one arm as leverage and would have rolled over, but there was no room for two horizontal bodies on the massage table. She sat up on the table's edge, panting for breath. "That was great, Rawls, but promise me you you'll keep this to yourself. This has got to be between you and me." Rawls nodded his assent. "My lips are sealed," he said, as he sat up and kissed the top of her head. "And thank you. That was the best massage I've ever had."

Jim had just found a studio apartment in an off-campus graduate student housing subsidized by North Texas University. Although Linda still had a room in her sorority house, she spent most of her time at Jim's place. Itv was a clean, sparsely furnished room with a light wooden desk, a double-sized bed that was really too small for the two of them, a dresser and bookshelves lining the wall. They had set up a portable table that would act as Linda's desk so they could both work on their laptops on the frequent nights she stayed there. Jim had been mixing a salad dressing, stirring tomato sauce and boiling water for pasta, preparing a sweet and simple dinner for two while Linda was fucking Garth Rawls.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" Jim asked, as Linda came through the door. Still wearing the apron she'd bought him last Christmas, he greeted her with a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Exhausting," Linda answered. "They screwed up my registration for one of my classes, so I spent hours getting that straightened out. I followed Coach at practice and then the trainer asked me to give two massages."

"Well, dinner will be ready in ten." said Jim, giving a little squeeze to his fiancé. "Hey, you've got some stains on your shirt. You must have spilled something."

Linda looked down and saw that she had missed cleaning Rawls' cum stains from her blue tank top. She'd been so careful about cleaning up around the table that she'd missed the gobs that had landed on her own clothes.

"Oh damn, it's that potato soup they served for lunch today," said Linda.

"No problem," said Jim. "I have to do a wash later on and I'll just pop into the machine with my laundry."

By Mid-September, with the football season well underway, classes had begun and Linda was busy attending lectures in biomechanics and physiology as well as a very challenging clinical reasoning seminar. Many of her fellow physical therapy students envied her role as the football team's masseuse, a job that would enhance her resume, almost assuring her a lucrative job when she obtained her degree. Combined with the opportunity to shadow Coach Duncan, it was well-worth the increasing number of hours it consumed. Her fiancé, Jim, wasn't thrilled with the demands the job placed upon her free time, but characteristically, Jim accepted it. Things would get back to normal after the season, she assured him.

Two days after her sex session with Garth Rawls, Linda arrived at the stadium's training room, just after the late afternoon practice. As she walked through the room, a couple of players smiled and greeted her with an unusual degree of friendliness. Did Rawls say anything? she wondered.

Inside her massage room, someone had taken it upon themselves to fix a sliding bolt lock on the inside of the door, allowing for added privacy within the room. While Linda wondered who had taken that initiative, she was nonetheless grateful for the protection it offered. Quarterback Josh Mangus was on the table. At Saturday's game, he had badly bruised his left hip when he'd been sacked by a 250-pound linebacker. "It's really killing me, Linda," said Mangus. "The pain is shooting down my leg."

Linda went to work, applying all of her knowledge of hamstring and quadriceps musculature, working her hands along the front and back of the upper half of Mangus' leg. She employed a range of different techniques to help reduce the athlete's muscle tightness, relieve his pain and increase blood circulation to the injured area. As she worked her hands along his thigh, Linda's ministrations produced an unintended consequence. It didn't take long for the circulating blood to engorge Mangus' penis, which had tented in the boxer shorts he was still wearing. With a quick, single motion, Mangus shed them, freeing his aroused cock. Linda leaned over, bending to the task as her massage took on a different focus.

By October, it had become apparent that the North Texas Shorthorns team was on a roll. They were undefeated in their conference and were nationally ranked by the Associated Press in the top 25. Mangus, Rawls and running back Osman Banquo were widely acclaimed as one of the deadliest offensive backfields in college football. The three were also good friends and were regulars on Linda's massage table. She had become intimately familiar with the cocks of all three.

In late October, the Shorthorns blew out their bitter rivals, Oklahoma Tech, 42-7, and the team was in a celebratory mood that lasted through the following week's practice. Just before he stepped into the showers, Josh Mangus asked Linda to wait for him in the massage room. She had finished preparing the table when Garth game through the door. He wasn't alone. Rawls and Banquo piled in behind him, grinning broadly.

"We're going to have a huddle, right here," announced Mangus. "I'm going to call the plays. How about a button hook"" Mangus grabbed at Linda's shorts, unsnapping her at the waist and tugging them down.

"Let's try a seam route," said Rawls, rubbing his aroused cock against the crack of Linda's freshly revealed ass from behind.

I'll go for some play action, said Banquo, kneeling on the table and feeding his cock to Linda's open mouth.

Within moments, Linda's ass was impaled on Rawl's cock while Mangus was pumping away at her pussy. Linda had never had two cocks simultaneously and now, she was being taken by three. The feeling of fullness was intense, and the sense of doing something so beyond the boundaries of normal sex made up for the discomfort of being so forcefully sandwiched on the narrow massage table. She came just moments before Rawl's ejaculated in her ass. And less than a minute later, both Mangus and Sharif came in her pussy and mouth, respectively. All four were huffing and puffing as they straightened up and climbed off the table. Linda was a mess.

Rawl's reached for a towel.

"Let's clean you up, sweet lady. We wouldn't want anybody to see you coming out of this room that way."

"Right," added Banquo. "It would ruin your reputation."

Although the Shorthorns lost one November game, they were still nationally ranked and before Thanksgiving they accepted an invitation to play at the nationally televised Raisin Bowl on New Year's Day. Although some tickets were allotted to students, they quickly became a hot item. Everybody had relatives who wanted to attend the game, and Jim's family was no exception.

"I know everybody must be hounding Coach, but is there any way you could get me another pair of tickets,?" Jim asked.

Linda stood on the sidelines at Tuesday's practice while Coach Duncan gathered hus offensive squad around him. "I know you're feeling good about how we've been performing, but this is no time to get over-confident. We're going to have to work really hard if we want to beat McDuff." He led them through a long afternoon of drills.

After practice, on their way back to the locker room, Linda asked the coach if he could have a quick word.

"I'm a little busy right now, Linda, but maybe, a little later on, you could give me a bit of a rub-down. I'm really tense and I hear you have a magic touch in that massage room of yours." When she left for home that evening, Linda had two 50-yard-line Raisin Bowl tickets in hand.

Two weeks later, Linda joined her future in-laws for the long drive to the Raisin Bowl game at Inverness Stadium.

There was jubilance among the throngs of Shorthorn fans following the team's Raisin Bowl victory. It had been a close game, decided only in the last minute when Garth Rawls handed the ball to Banquo who crashed through a pack of McDuff defenders to give North Texas the winning touchdown.

"That was a great game, Linda. Please thank the coach for us," said Linda's future father-in-law as they walked towards his car. "Oh, I already have," Linda answered, taking Jim's arm and gazing up at her handsome fiancé. In just seven months, she thought, she'd be married. They planned on two kids, a comfortable suburban house, a picture-perfect marriage. She would be the devoted, faithful wife. No more cheating. No more locker room blowjobs. No more football players. Of that, she was certain.

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