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The university is fighting alongside the D.A. and Dalton. It seems Heacock had them over a barrel because of his contract. He probably paid off several people who attempted to come forward due to his behavior, so the university’s hands were tied as they had no actual witnesses or complainant. Like I said…weasel.

Some good news is Brandon Beiler was named interim head coach for the remainder of the season, but we all know it will be made official before next season. He’s a good man and an exceptional coach. He has the loyalty of not only his players, but the entirety of the coaching staff and athletic faculty.

Phia and I spent the first week after she was discharged at her parents’ place. It was hard to watch her struggle; headaches, vomiting, dizziness, fatigue. I hated how little I could do for her. I held her every night on her tiny twin mattress in her childhood bedroom and did my best to keep her demons at bay while she slept. The nightmares were unsettling and filled me with impotent rage. My only outlet was running miles around her hometown and humoring her dad when he put me to work around their house. I am now well-versed in home-repair, painting, and pressure washing.

My parents and sisters came over to meet Phia and show their support. They ended up staying two nights as well. So far,everyone is getting along nicely. And my Phia has been spoiled rotten by our dads, both moms doting on her, and my sisters nagging her with question after question about being a young adult woman. Apparently, mom is not qualified to answer such queries since she’s “super old” and I have outdoor plumbing which excludes me from even being in the room.

Phia confessed that her mom hasn’t always been touchy-feely, though she always knew she was well loved. It was a novelty to experience hugs and forehead kisses and home-cooked food on demand. She basked in the love shown to her and has made a complete recovery. She had a one-week check-up with her primary care doctor, and he was pleased with how well she’s bounced back.

I would give anything to go back in time and keep her from being attacked. However, the silver lining is how close she and I have grown over the last couple weeks. I loved her before, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, wanted to fill her up with my babies and grow old with her. Witnessing her strength and resilience first-hand…humbling. It is a blessing to be hers. A privilege to own her heart. An honor to walk beside her in this life and hopefully the next.

Shit. I’ve got to stop thinking about her, my cock is eager to get back where it belongs between her thighs, but I’ve been holding back to give her time to recover. I know the doctor said she was good, but I don’t want to hurt her. I’m afraid that if my bare cock gets anywhere near her snug pussy, I won’t be gentle. Every time I think of how close I came to losing her, I’m practically feral.

I tie a towel around my waist and grab another to start drying my hair. Stepping out of the bathroom of her apartment, I walk barefoot down the hall to her bedroom. We’ve been here for almost a week. Beiler found us an hour after we returned and informed me that I would be running laps if I was even a minutelate for practice that evening. When I reminded him that I had quit the team, he claimed he didn’t hear any such thing. He trusted Phia and I were well rested and ready to get back to work. My teammates, minus those currently in jail, have rallied around Phia and me. They’ve stopped by in droves to visit and offer help in recovery, and food. Piles and piles of food. My boy Gill, though, took Phia for walks around the campus while I caught up on schoolwork and workouts. The two of them have developed an interesting friendship. I could do without them ganging up on me though.

I cross the threshold of the bedroom, towel over my head. I toss it to the pile next to the hamper because it tickles me how frustrated she gets when I do it. Like an angry little bunny. I stop suddenly, the sight before me straight out of my dreams.

Phia. Naked. On her knees. Big tits proudly on display, dark beaded nipples pointing right at me, begging for my tongue.

“Phia.” I whisper her name, unsure I’m not currently asleep and dreaming this beautiful breathtaking view. She stretches her arms in front of her and makes grabby hands with a pout, making me chuckle. I step closer, despite my brain screaming to abort. Within her reach, she latches onto my hips and drags me closer. Yanking on the towel, it drops from my waist, my heavy cock dripping with anticipation for whatever she has in mind. Looking up at me, Phia grips my shaft with one hand and holds it against my abdomen so she can lick up the underside along my prominent vein.

“Wh-what are yo-you doing?” I stutter through, every muscle in my body coiling with tension as she worships my hungry cock.

“Sucking your cock.”

“Uh-huh. Is that wise?”

She laughs around my girth, the vibration a lovely addition to the wet heat of her mouth. “I’d like to think blow jobs are always a wise decision.”

“Yeah, they are. Just…I’m torn between fucking your throat and wrapping you in bubble wrap.” The fact I strung that many words together coherently is a miracle. Her mouth suctions as she swallows my length, her plump lips stretched obscenely around me.

She releases me with a lick around the crown. “I’m not your cum slut right now. I’m just your devoted girlfriend, seeing to your pleasure, and relaxing you before the big game.” Ok. I can work with that.

“Sit up on your knees.” She obeys with a smirk, thrusting her tits out knowing what I want. I thumb each nipple before pinching them. She moans, gives me a wink and goes back to polishing my knob like it’s the royal jewels.

“Are you relaxed yet, for the game?” She pauses minutes later, with an obnoxious victorious smile.

“What game?”

Phia 13.

I’m so fucking tired. I’m dragging ass down the sidewalk after meeting with my thesis advisor. The end feels so close and yet so fucking far away.

Of course, the nightmares aren’t helping. In fact, they are the reason for my exhaustion. They suck, and while they’re getting less frequent, I must commend Crue for his quick thinking when I wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty and shaking, gasping for breath. Usually involves his tongue or his fingers or his cock. My favorite method is all three over and over again.

I insert the key into the lock of my front door and step through into the living room. I’m setting my purse on the table next to the door when I hear a sexy low groan from Crue coming from the bedroom. My stomach ties itself instantly in a knot. He’s alone…right?

He is. Crue wouldn’t cheat on me, but that sound. Is he masturbating? It’s 4:30 in the afternoon. How sinfully indecent. I tiptoe through the apartment and peek my head around the doorjamb.

“Huh.” Not masturbating. Not even naked. He’s redecorating. With a mirror.

“Phia!” He jumps like I’ve caught him doing something bad.

“Hello. What are you doing?” I nod toward the mirror and step into the room, coming to stand next to him on the side of the bed. “What?!?” He pushes me back on the bed but doesn’t pounce. Just looks between me and the mirror, moves it over a few inches and does it again. He finally nods decisively at it and turns back to me with a shit-eating grin.

“I was thinking.” I groan and drop back onto the bed, flinging my arm over my eyes. “Hush. I have good ideas. Great ideas!”

“I’ll be lucky if I get my security deposit back.”

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