A Dirty Player: A Football BWWM BBW Romance. by Emma Jones Read Free Book Online

like children, and myself was wondering what was true and what wasn’t. Was he playing me? Did I just give up my virginity to someone who didn’t care? At least he pulled out if that was the case, but my mamma told me my virginity was something to hold on to until you meet someone who was right.
     
    Eventually, I did fall asleep. Julie herself did not return. I guess she was drowning her sorrows with another man’s dick.
     
    When I awoke, I received texts from Evan. “So about last night,” it said. “I really do like you, and I want to be with you forever. But this woman won’t get off my back.”
    I picked up the phone and replied with, “I know. There are so many other football players she could sleep with. Why is she going after you?”
    “It was my fault. I played with her feelings, and I’m now suffering the consequences. To sound like a bad movie, I created a monster. She wasn’t like this when we first met; she was a religious zealot.” He went on to explain what exactly went down. I should have felt jealous as he described the sex, but I listened.
    “Don’t blame yourself,” I replied. “In a way, she’s the product of her parents. Sheltering your kid turns it into a wild child when it’s grown up. I’m just surprised her father didn’t send her to a Christian college or something.”
     
    We continued texting, trying to figure out what our next move will be. Finally, Evan texted me with an “I’m going to try to fix this. Tonight, I will try talking to Sally. I won’t break up with her, per se, but I will try to imply it.”
     
    Hoo boy. This wasn’t going to end up well. But I couldn’t tell Evan his plan was flawed. Instead, I replied with, “Okay. See what you can do.”
     
    And, with that, I carried on with my day. Julie returned, and, what a shock, she had a new boyfriend and looked happier than a mouse in a cheese factory. I just rolled my eyes, wondering how a girl like her could go through guys like it’s tissue paper. In my opinion, when you get a man, you should hold onto him for dear life unless you must break up.
     
    Evan
    After finishing up my classes, I began preparing for the biggest trial of all: facing Sally. As I returned to my dorm, Sally texted me, saying that she was heading over. She was practically my roommate at this point, abandoning her dorm to stay in mind. Good thing my place didn’t enforce roommates staying over.
     
    I sighed, sat on the bed, and waited for the big moment to arrive. Soon, Sally entered, a smile on her face. This church girl looked like she had to tell me something.
     
    “So I’ve been thinking about the future,” she said. “My dad will frown on us unless we’re married, and  I don’t want him to cut my funding. I’ve told him I’m single, but he’ll know the truth sooner or later. So maybe we can be married. Or, at the very least, pretend we are.”
     
    Entering the room and already acting clingy as hell. Don’t use your father as an excuse to act out your own fantasies. I know you’re full of it.
     
    I stood up, crossing my arms. I needed to think about what to say before Sally questioned me.
     
    “That’s good. So, I have something to say,” I told her. This phrase bought me some time so I could think about what I was going to say next.
     
    “Hmm?” she quizzed, acting all innocent and whatnot.
     
    I continued. Here goes nothing. “I was thinking, and after much consideration, I decided that this may not work out.”
     
    That could have been worded better, but there was no turning back now. I tensed up as I wondered what Sally would say next.
     
    At first, there was a blank slate on her face, and that was perhaps the scariest thing she could do. Then, she smiled. “Why not?” she asked. “We’ve worked out great so far.”
     
    Underneath that smile, I could see the real Sally coming out. I just hoped I wouldn’t unleash her too soon. “Well, I have to finish school, and hanging out with you has made my