ROMANCE: End Zone Desires (Sports Bisexual MMF Menage Romance) (New Adult Threesome Romance Short Stories) by Natalia Wood Read Free Book Online Page B

mischievous twinkle in his eye.
     
    “That is such a nice thing to say, thank you, Valdeze,” his words relax me, instantly.
     
    I know that a large lady isn’t everyone’s kinda gal, but these guys don’t seem to care. They’re so warming towards me, that I’m excited to be spending a couple of days with such charming men.
     
    “So, Ursa, we’re starting with football practice,” Zac informs me. “I’m a Defensive Back and Valdeze here is a Quarterback. You don’t need to know what we do, just sit back and have a good time in the crowd. Do you think you can manage that?”
     
    “You’re right about that, I’m afraid, I don’t have a clue what your positions are. I can promise though, that I’m going to enjoy every moment of this trip, so bring it on,” I truly am excited at the prospect of watching these hunky guys running around grunting.
     
    “Aww, she’s gonna miss us you know, Zac, my boy, I can tell, she’s gonna miss us, isn’t that right?”
     
    “Of course I will, but it just makes it all the more exciting, once practice is over.”
     
    Zac takes my hand in his, completely enveloping it in his big, dark skinned hand and brushes his lips over my skin. The sensation is so tingly that I shudder with delight. Then I start to wonder to myself just how far all this playful fun is going to go. Looking at the twinkle in his eyes, I’d say it might be a quite an adventure.
     
    The car stops and we’re at the football ground. They take me to the stands and introduce me to other players and other ticket winners, there are five of us altogether. With a coke in my hand, I’m soon waving them to go and get ready for their practice. They dash off and I hear a cheer as the rest of the team start to spill out onto the pitch, wow, they look so big in all their gear, this is gonna be fun, fun, fun.

Chapter 3 Practice
    The team start their training by running into large pieces of gym equipment, that hold big blocks of plastic covered sponges. It looks painful and I cant understand why anyone would do it willingly, still it made for good fun watching them. Huge guys with muscle packed bodies, straining against the equipment. 
     
    There are other members of the public here as well, in fact practice seems almost as popular as the actual game, but they’re not getting the treatment that we’re getting. They have laid on all the works for us, plenty of snacks and drinks and someone on hand to attend to our every needs.
     
    Each of the players seems to acknowledge parts of the crowd, sending them off into big roars. I soon get into the exciting atmosphere and I’m doing my own shouting and cheering. Once they split into practice teams, everyone hushes to watch.
     
    At first I can’t tell which of the players are my boys, because they have those protective helmets on their heads, but I soon realise that they have a number, and a name on the back of their shirts. It’s all well organized, activities for kids and even a group of Service men and women in uniform, watching. I never realized how important a football game can be to so many different people
     
    Having never actually watched a pro football game before, I am quite shocked by the level of physical contact, huge muscular men battering into each other. Even with their level of protective clothing, it’s still gotta be painful. I watch as Valdeze has the ball, just as he throws it to another guy, he is smashed into, by three guys, and he goes down in a crumple with all three of them piled on top of him. I groan inside, feeling he wasn't going to get up from that in a hurry, but to my amazement he is soon up and running around again. These guys sure are tough. If it had been me under all that muscle I would probably need hospitalizing. Still, the thought of being buried underneath those guys sends a delightful quiver through me, and I feel a slight dampness between my legs as my juices are awakening.
     
    I don’t know any of the moves or