Page 14 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

As we pile into the car, the excitement in the air feels electric, charged with anticipation for what’s to unfold. The guys chatter sporadically, their voices a low hum against the roaring engine, but I’m lost in my own world, replaying the evening’s plans like a video on repeat.

“Dude, you good?” Aiden asks, his brow furrowing as he glances over at me.

“Yeah, just thinking about the game,” I lie, a smirk creeping onto my lips despite the tension knotting my stomach.

The thrill of our plan combined with my unyielding desire for Noelle sends a shiver down my spine. I can only imagine what it'll feel like to have her close, even if it’s under the disguise of this new persona.

The stadium lights blaze brightly as we arrive, illuminating the sprawling field below. Fans gather, their cheers and laughter ringing in the air—a cacophony that heightens my adrenaline. I step out of the car, the cold air hitting my face as we make our way towards the college entrance.

“Remember, masks on tonight,” I remind the guys as we enter the locker room to prepare for the big game.

The game begins, and the roar of the crowd is an intoxicating backdrop to my spiraling thoughts about Noelle. I glance around, watching her find her seat in the stands and take a deep breath. She looks stunning, even from a distance. But it’s the mischievous glint I see in her eyes as she chats with the other parents that pulls me in, a magnet luring me closer, tethered by a connection that defies explanation.

Halfway through the first quarter, I realize I've kept my eyes on Noelle for the majority of the game, feeling the weight of my anticipation building.

From a distance, I watch her—the way she laughs, the way her hair catches the light, highlighting the curves of her body that I’ve come to crave more than anything. She glances down at her phone, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s my message she’s reading. The thought sends a rush of power through me, knowing I hold that influence over her.

Every play I call, we come out with a great drive, getting closer and closer to the end zone where we want to be. But I still can'tstop thinking about how tonight is going to go. With the ball in my hands, I look downfield to see who's open, knowing we need a first down to keep us in this drive.

As I scan the field for an opening, the tension in my chest tightens. My heart races not just from the anticipation of the game but from the pull of Noelle’s presence, which blurs the lines between reality and the fantasy I’ve conjured in my mind. I can almost feel the weight of her gaze on me, igniting a fire that fuels my drive. The whistle blows, snapping me back to reality. I launch the ball, spiraling it toward my teammate, only to have it intercepted.

"Fuck!" Frustration surges through me as the crowd erupts in a wave of gasps and cheers.

I shake it off quickly; this moment is only temporary. My thoughts dart back to the plan for later and the sight of Noelle in those seductive leggings, her luscious body just begging to be explored.

Once the game ends, amidst shouts of a shocking victory, I try to focus, yet every cheer feels muted against the thumping in my chest. I keep glancing at the stands where Noelle sits with other parents. The thrill of the chase lingers in the air, and all I can think about is how much longer I’ll have to wait to put my plan into action.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the team gathers to celebrate another win, even with my thrown interception. But my focus is solely on one thing—one person. As soon as the cheers die down, I excuse myself from the celebrating team, my heart pounding like a war drum as I make my way through the throng of people.

“Where the hell are you going?” Aiden calls after me, but I wave him off, my gaze locked on Noelle.

She smiles and laughs at something someone says, but her eyes hold an anxious glimmer that only deepens my resolve. Shemakes her way out of the stands, strolling inside with the crowd, ready to leave for the night.

As I hang back, I clutch the mask, waiting for the right time to put it on. Finally, she descends to the lower level, where it's just the two of us, unbeknownst to her. I slip my mask over my head, zipping up my black sweatshirt to hide the clothes I'm wearing underneath.

My hands shake with anticipation, and my cock jumps as I stare at her ass jiggling in her tight leggings. It's almost time for her to be mine, and I can't fucking wait. She slips into the bathroom, giving me time to find a spot to wait for her that's out of sight, trying to catch my breath and prepare myself for another mysterious encounter.

Before she comes out, my phone vibrates, and I pull it out to see a call from Aiden. Quickly, I answer it, keeping my voice in a whisper so I don't give myself away.

"What's up?"

"Where are you? We're ready to go."

"I'm inside still. Do me a favor and get the rag ready. The chloroform is in the trunk."

"You want us to meet you in the car?"

"Yeah, I'll be out soon with her. When you see us, grab the rag and get her in the trunk as fast as you can."

I hang up the phone just as I hear the bathroom door opening, and as I look up, Noelle walks out, her eyes red like she was in there crying. However, I can't let emotions get in the way of my plans, so I push them to the back of my mind and begin my approach, breathing heavily under my mask.

When I reach her, I’m struck momentarily, unable to hide the emotions flooding over me, even though I'm trying my hardest. The intensity of the moment grips me.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual even as I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff.

She spins around, her eyes wide and mouth open, fear evident as I back her up against the wall.

“You look nice tonight, Noelle. Dressing up for someone special?" I ask, putting my body flush against hers.

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