Blue lines and Footballs

One.

It was the start of senior year and tonight was the kickoff party for football season. Our first games are always a week before school starts and of course, we won. Last year we went undefeated and won state championships. That's our schools ninety-ninth state championship, so there's pressure this year for the hundreth one.

I wasn't a party girl at all but my sister always tried to get me to be involved. My friends were with their destined cliques so I was off in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water and tapping my foot to the music. Carmen was with the cheerleaders and Iz was just in the big room partying. I was in the kitchen alone, well alone with a couple in the corner by the patio doors who I'm pretty sure we were having sex at this point.

There was a bottle of peach vodka in front of me that had been staring at me for twenty minutes. I told myself I wasn't going to drink before I got here but I was having zero fun and felt miserable at this point. "Fuck it." I muttered out before twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a big gulp. It burned going down my throat and made my face wrench involuntarily. I wiped my mouth and put the bottle back down.

"Gonna drink all that by yourself?" A voice said behind me. When I looked over I saw Cam Torrie. Our schools star running back. I looked at him and passed the bottle. He nodded and started drinking from it looking at the refrigerator in front of us. I've been going to school with most of the football players since day care and have barely spoken to them. Except Travis, one of our wide receivers he's my lab partner and I tutor him from time to time for extra service hours. "I played like shit tonight." He said looking at me and running his fingers through his hair. To be honest, I barely paid any attention to the game, I usually just eat concessions and me and Iz cheer Carmen on, but every knew Cam only scored two touchdowns and only ran like one hundred fifty yards, which is very unlikely for him.

"It wasn't that bad. It's only the start of the season." I shouted back as the music got louder. He only looked at me and shook his head as he passed me back the bottle. "You wanna go somewhere quieter?" He asked and I nodded as I took another hard gulp. I've watched enough movies to know what "go somewhere quieter" meant. I just didn't care right now. My first and only time having sex was with my ex-boyfriend, who took my virginity then dumped me and left for college and hasn't spoke to me since.

I don't know why I didn't care right now but I just didn't.

He took me hand and walked me through the house as we got to a room that looked like it was the guest room. We walked in and he locked the door.

I was about to have sex with Cam Torrie.

He ran his fingers through my hair before placing his hands on my lower back and pulling me into him. He placed a soft kiss on my lips and we started kissing each other, our tongues crashing against each other. He started taking his shirt off and I traced his muscles with my finger and his tattoo on the left side of his chest. It was a huge skull and roses. He lifted up my shirt and there we were half exposed to each other. We started kissing each other again as we walked to bed and he layed me down. He hovered over top of me as he moved his lips from mine and started trailing down my neck. He unhooked my bra and then led down my chest as he started to lick my nipples. I started to take off my skirt and underwear and he looked up at me and sort of me picked me up to put me farther up on the bed. He came back to kiss me as he took his pants off. I felt his fingers enter me and a moan escaped my lips. He only smiled and his two fingers slid in and out of me in a slow rythym. "You still want to do it?" He asked taking out a gold condom. I nodded at him. If the sex was anything like the foreplay, I didn't want him to stop. He bit it open and tried to spit it off but it got stuck on his lips making me laugh. "Shut up." He said laughing and he came back to hover over me.

He stuck the tip in and I arched my back as he started to move the whole thing in. He started going at the rythym over the music driving me crazy. He started to moan himself as he came closer to me and was chest to chest with me. I placed my hands on his back and dugs my nails in his skin and he started going deeper and deeper. He pulled his head and crashed his lips into mine and we started kissing passionately. He flipped me over unexpectedly and I was now on top lost as to what to do, but this was the star running back I couldn't dissapoint. I starting bouncing up and down feeling him inside of me better than the first position. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce faster as he looked me in my eyes. I started moaning faster as I felt like I was about to my climax. I could tell he was about to as well when his eyes started to close. "Fuck." was all he muttered before he flipped me back over pounding into me with lightning speed. I was moaning uncontrollably as we both came at the same time and he crashed on top of me then rolled over. I placed my hands on my stomach while looking at the ceiling. When I looked over Cam had already fallen asleep and that's when I sighed. If he was that drunk would he even remember this?

I rolled out of bed. I didn't want to take any chances of being found in here with him so  I grabbed my bra and panties and got dressed in the corner. I slipped my shoes and zipped my skirt before quietly leaving out the door, not forgetting to grab the bottle. I walked down the hallway not even very sure where I was going and ran smack into Iz. "Hey babe! Where you been?" She said kissing me and pulling me into the big room to party with her. I only drunk my bottle and swayed my hips to the music as I enjoyed the rest of my night.

I don't know why I just did that with Cam, maybe it was the vodka or maybe it was my want to have some fun in my life but what's done was done.