2 comments/ 11353 views/ 3 favorites A Player No Longer Ch. 01 By: seat542 Part I of a two part series.... Let me know your thoughts.... Thanks for reading... ***************************** Driving away for the last time was a dream come true. Fifteen years. Fifteen long, hard years. The only reason I stayed around so long was for the money and to take care of my family. The magic ended years ago; the whole thing turning into a job. But now it was over. I had enough money to do whatever I liked; whenever I liked. My parents were financially secure, as were my siblings. I no longer had to maintain this "image." How I hated the "image." From now on I could simply be myself. A slight chuckle came from my throat as I replayed our last conversation. "Jenkins, you're amazing. I don't know whether to call you an asshole; wish you luck; or join you. This game takes everything you have and asks for more. You're different than the other guys; you always have been. You actually saved some of your fucking money and didn't marry any of the girls who threw their pussies around just to get your cash." Those words made me laugh; coach had a way with words—never hiding his message. He did know what he was talking about. Sports Illustrated published an article which claimed 78% of NFL players are broke within two years after retirement and about 80% of all pro athletes wind up getting a divorce. In contrast to these stats, I was far from broke and not being married or having kids out of wed-lock kept my small fortune intact. As a back-up wide receiver, the training, practice and game schedule made football more than a full-time profession. There was always someone waiting in the wings to take your roster spot. The fact I lasted fifteen years compared to the league average of three and a half was amazing. And yes there was always pussy. God knows I had my share; but there-in was the problem; it was simply pussy. Even when I met a woman, there seemed to be an aura which surrounded a professional athlete. I knew what they wanted and it just wasn't my cock. I didn't have time to find a nice girl, or should I say a girl who would understand. Coach was also correct when he said I was different than the other guys. One month after our last regular season game, I made the decision to retire. It wasn't until this morning, six months later, I told the team. Not having an agent made life easier because I always dealt directly with management; which in hindsight probably kept me around for so long as I didn't nickel and dime them to death. All my contracts were year to year and simple. As was my tradition during the off-season, I drifted into my 'different self 'about two days after the end of the season. My other self was a softer, kinder Pat Jenkins. This was kept locked away from May through the end of the season. I was never an overly hairy guy but by the end of that second day all of my body hair was gone followed by opening the suitcase which contained my special clothes. Now I wouldn't say I was a cross-dresser but rather a lover of the sensations fine intimates produce on my body. There was nothing better than the feel of satin on my hairless torso be it panties, nylons or a cami. There was a soothing sensual feel when panties cradled my always semi-hard cock and snugged against my anus. I adored the smoothness of nylons against my bare legs and the light teasing a slip or cami produced upon my nipples. The special clothes kept me aroused most of the time. With various hair styles being acceptable in pro sports, I was able to grow my auburn locks to shoulder length -- always pulled back in a 'Steven Segal' type ponytail during the season, but in the off season I allowed it to sway seductively across my shoulders. I was always this way. Childhood memories were filled with soft images of women adorned in their intimates. This special treat was theirs and theirs alone. It didn't seem fair. There was nothing for men except boxers or briefs. Today there are more; however, not to the lush extent of a woman's world. How women dressed and the make up which highlighted their faces intrigued me and I soon learned there was meaning to each look. There was an everyday look; a look for evening; a party look; and a look for lust which rocked my inner being. The look of lust caused my head to spin as it filled my soul with longing and desire. It was a look which my mind's eye conjured each night as I jerked off into a pair of my mom's or sister's panties. These images were constantly being fueled. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of a woman's intimates as a button was undone or the hem of their skirt rose a bit too high. I still get a thrill when I catch a glimpse. By the time I entered college I made a vow to find a way to enjoy those intimates for myself. Early on sports took over my life. I was bigger, faster, stronger, and smarter than all the other kids. In high school I was All-Everything and earned a full ride to State for football. Earning All American honors in college was much harder as I wasn't bigger or stronger anymore. But I was faster and smarter. I wasn't sure if a pro career was in the making, so I studied and graduated with honors in economics. As fate would have it, I became one of the few white, wide receivers in the NFL. I never bulked up as the other players did. I loved my lithesome body and being faster kept me out of harms way for the most part. At 6'3" and 190 lbs, I took years of abuse from the linebackers and the defensive backs of the world. However when I slipped into my off season intimates, the price was worth it. I loved the feel and the persona they allowed me to be. While in college, I started getting laid on a regular basis. I was considered good looking. The girls loved my soft skin, auburn hair and green eyes. I loved their intimates and would often 'playfully' steal them after a bout of fucking. One girl, Emily Grove was the one who opened the door to my other self. We were both seniors taking the same required Social Studies course needed to graduate. There was a certain look about her which captured my attention. Emily was over 6' tall which intimidated so many guys. She was also flat chested which made her invisible to the others. To me, the sight of her puffy areolas pushing her constantly hard nipples against her clothes drove me nuts. The fact her hair was auburn and her eyes were green made many people think we were brother and sister. It started in the fall which was always blistering hot. Emily walked into the room and I was smitten. Two long and silky legs were set upon the sexiest pair of cork bottomed heeled sandals. They ran all the way up into the skimpiest pair of cut off jean shorts. She wore a tapered red silk top which kept those small buds erect as she walked. Her lips, finger and toe nails were fire engine red to match her top. She sat down one row over and two desks up. As she sat there I could see the wide band of a thong press against the denim of her shorts. My cock started to stir as I thought about the material being pressed against her ass bud and the lips of her pussy. Since it was the first day, attendance was taken and I learned her name. When the professor got to my name many heads turned towards me. His wished me good luck in Saturday's game and now all eyes were on me; all except Emily's. At the end of class I tried to leave as subtlety as possible, but the swarming co-eds made it impossible. Emily did give me a quick glance and a 'dumb jock' smirk as she went about her business. I wanted to go after her, but I couldn't. This went on for two weeks. Emily wouldn't look at me and I was too smitten by this beauty to approach her. The ice broke during a discussion on the Berlin Wall and the reunification of Germany. I was making my point about the fiscal impact brought about by the merging economies. Emily turned in her chair and looked at me as I spoke. My heart skipped a beat. As we left class, she told me I did a good job on presenting my views. I thanked her and walked a short distance with her in silence. Thousands of thoughts were streaming through my head, but none out of my mouth. Leaving the building it was apparent Emily was going in another direction so I summoned up my courage to say something. "Thanks again for the compliment, Emily. You made my day." Since it was Friday, I added, "See you on Monday." Emily gave me a surprised look and smiled, "See you Monday Pat; if not before." So, she did know my name and what was with the 'if not before' statement? Saturdays' game was a thriller. We beat Tech in overtime and the stadium was rocking. Walking through the tunnel with my helmet aloft saluting the student body, I saw Emily. She was watching me and gave me a sincere, but gentle thumbs-up. I caught the pass for the winning TD and she saw it all. It took over an hour to get out of the locker room. The press wanted an interview. The guys were setting up the parties, and I just wanted to go back to my room and sleep. I took a beating and I needed to regain some strength before heading out for the night. Darkness was beginning to overtake the stadium when I left. Crossing the parking lot towards my car, I heard her voice, "Nice catch Pat. Professor Turnbull will definitely talk about that one on Monday." I turned towards Emily with a smile. "I'm sure he will." I replied. Continuing I added, "I didn't think you were a fan." "I LOVE football," was Emily's quick retort. "I just don't LOVE the egos who play it." I knew what she meant. "So to what do I owe this honor, Ms. Grove? Have I somehow elevated myself from the depths of being an egotist?" I questioned. "For now," she giggled. "I was actually more impressed with you in class on Friday, but I must admit that last catch was something." Without skipping a beat I asked her out for a bite to eat. Since I had a car, I thought we would go over one town where my 'hero' status wouldn't interfere with dinner. Emily accepted and we were off. All night we chatted and shared so much about ourselves. The only subject we didn't touch on was football. It seemed unimportant. There was chemistry between us and we both knew it. Emily remarked a number of times about getting back to campus so I could bask in the limelight of the parties. I told her the parties lead to hangovers, encourage stupid behavior, and usually end with a fight. I made it clear my preference was having dinner with her. On our drive back to campus, Emily asked me in to her apartment as she lived alone. My eager acceptance produced a little smile on her face. Walking up the stairs to her flat, it was obvious I was sore. Emily told me she took a massage course for PE and would ply her skills on my 'aching bod.' Her place was very small, but very cool at the same time. It was an efficiency with a kitchenette, table, bath, desk, bed and closet. She lit candles and put on some soft music. She told me to lie down on the bed while she went for her oils. When she returned I was speechless. Emily was naked except for a satin pair of green panties. "No way," she snapped. "I can't give you a massage with your clothes on. They gotta go. Here let me help you." Before I knew it my shoes, shirt and pants were gone. I was done to my briefs, which were the only thing between Emily and my hardening manhood. There was a look in her eyes which told me she liked the thickness and length of my cock. It could have also been the moisture spotting her panties which told me she liked what she saw. Emily told me to lie on my back as she began to rub oil onto her chest. My cock nearly exploded as she pulled her small puffy nipples. Straddling and squatting onto my upper thighs, she poured oil onto my chest and began to rub her chest across mine in a strong, soothing grind. When her nipples flicked across mine, an uncontrollable moan escaped from my throat. Each down stroke with her chest sent her wet, covered cunt sliding over my shaft. I could feel her juices leaking through my undies, wetting the head and coaxing my pre-cum to mix with them. Her lips found mine and we became lost in a kiss so deep and powerful my mind screamed out for more. Emily moved her body up my torso holding the kiss for an eternity. Our tongues intertwined and I never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Emily then. In one motion, Emily broke our kiss and replaced her lips with the satin covered lips of her vagina. Astride my face she began to rub herself over my mouth and nose. Her nectar streamed through her panties and my tongue eagerly captured her gifts. I started sucking her clit through the panties and Emily went wild. Her fingers pulled at her nipples as my mouth brought pleasure to her box. For some reason the feeling of eating a woman through her panties was incredibly arousing. It seemed to make the act more intimate. Every other girl always removed their panties. Emily seemed to enjoy having her panties be part of her pleasure. Her orgasm rocked me as she flooded my mouth and tongue with her fluids. Emily was a squirtter and came heavily. I lost control and shot my load into my undies, cum oozing through the material. Emily collapsed next to me, her hand coming to rest on my cum soaked briefs. Instead of moving her hand away in disgust, she slowly began rubbing my cock through the material. My cock was far from dead and it quickly began to harden. Emily began a slow purr and brought her mouth to my nipples. She sucked them deep into her mouth, pulling them sensuously from my chest. Her tongue worked the tips making them hard, sending jolts of passion into my loins. She alternated between them. I didn't want her to ever stop. Emily then mounted my cock and placed the cum soaked covered shaft onto her soaked and covered pussy. She began to grind her hips into mine. She told me she just showed me how to suck her tits. Without hesitation my mouth found her swollen buds and sucked them with lust and desire. I wanted all this woman could offer and she readily gave it all to me. We exploded in orgasm together. My undies were soaked, gooey and nearly worn through. Emily's were in similar condition. I remember her going into the bathroom as exhaustion overtook me. I was spent and couldn't fight the sleep which overtook me. I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Although I was covered with a soft quilt, I realized I was naked. Emily must have removed my soiled underwear. Emily appeared from the bath wearing a blue pinstriped, button down shirt. It was open in the front and the sleeves were rolled up. Her panties were silk and the softest shade of pink. "Coffee?" she asked pouring two cups without waiting for a reply. Getting up I sorely stumbled over to the table still wrapped in her quilt. "Thanks, I'd love a cup." Handing me a cup, Emily sat next to me smiling. "Last night was incredible. Most guys just want to get primal and fuck. I knew you would be the man who would take lovemaking to a higher level for me." My cock was stirring again. I told Emily I had never been so desirous of a woman before in my life. I told her about how incredibly erotic it was to make love through her panties. I innocently told her I was always attracted to women's intimates and how last night was almost a dream. This piqued Emily's attention and she asked if I had ever worn a pair of panties before. I honestly had not and she smiled saying today was the day this was about to change. Getting up from the table she took my hand and guided me to her closet. There she introduced me to her collection of panties. She must have had a hundred pair, and not a single bra in sight. Whispering in my ear she said with a hint of smuttiness, "Pick a pair because and I'll show you how it feels." I selected a matching pink pair so we would both be the same. Dropping the quilt, I allowed Emily to help me into them. She positioned my cock to the side and tucked the head in under the elastic. The material was so silky. I was in seventh heaven and was becoming very aroused. Taking me into the bathroom, Emily removed her shirt and we gazed at our bodies each clad in pink. With our hair and eye color being the same and combined with her flatness, we looked like twins. The striking differences were the length of Emily's hair and the shaft encased in my panties. We made love three more times that morning soaking pair after pair of her panties. Finally Emily sent me on my way. We both had studies which needed to be done. Plus I had a film study session I needed to attend at the stadium. The ironic part was the panties I wore under my clothes. As mine were ruined, Emily insisted I wear a pair of hers. She made it a point to find a matching pair. From that day on we became inseparable.... ...to be continued. A Player No Longer Ch. 02 First, I apologize for taking so long to finish this. Life gets in the way sometimes. This Part is a bit harder than the simple panty fetish of Part I with creampies, watersports, snowballing, and anal with rimming. The story line is the same however..... ****************** In Part I, Pat Jenkins a 6' 3", green eyed, auburn haired (worn in a pony tail) wide receiver just retired from a 15 year Pro Football Career and was reviewing his life's journey which included Emily Grove, a 6' flat chested, green eyed, auburn haired beauty with similar features to Pat. She turned him on to panties and their striking likeness in matching pairs was the start of a journey in different sex for them.... ******************* Picking up from the last few paragraphs of Part I .... Whispering in my ear she said with a hint of smuttiness, "Pick a pair because and I'll show you how it feels." I selected a matching pink pair so we would both be the same. Dropping the quilt, I allowed Emily to help me into them. She positioned my cock to the side and tucked the head in under the elastic. The material was so silky. I was in seventh heaven and was becoming very aroused. Taking me into the bathroom, Emily removed her shirt and we gazed at our bodies each clad in pink. With our hair and eye color being the same and combined with her flatness, we looked like twins. The striking differences were the length of Emily's hair and the shaft encased in my panties. We made love three more times that morning soaking pair after pair of her panties. Finally Emily sent me on my way. We both had studies which needed to be done. Plus I had a film study session I needed to attend at the stadium. The ironic part was the panties I wore under my clothes. As mine undies were ruined, Emily insisted I wear a pair of hers. She made it a point to find a matching pair. From that day on we became inseparable.... ..........to be continued ******************* I had a hard time concentrating at the film study session. All I could think of was Emily's sensuous body and the images of our passion, especially those in the mirror while we were adorned in matching panties. Thank god the lights were low at the meeting because those images along with the snugness of the panties I was wearing had my cock in a semi-aroused state all night. Back at the dorm I managed to finish my studies, and it was time for bed. Normally I just hop in the sack and sleep. This night was different. Since I room alone I allowed myself to melt into the bed as my hands explored this feminine sensuality. Slowly I flicked my nipples and traced the smooth part of my nail along it as Emily had taught me. My cock swelled at my touch and I teased the head of my shaft in a similar manner. My self caressing was so sensuous; I even let my finger tips dance around the bud of my anus, all on the outside of my panties. Ironically I didn't want to cum. I just wanted to be aroused. I don't remember falling asleep but I do remember luscious dreams. Monday morning arrived and I was off to class, still in Emily's intimates. Emily met me at the door to social studies. She gave me a tender hug and asked in a whisper what I was wearing. When I told her she smiled and said she wore the same ones too. It was good we took our seats before my cock got any harder. True to Emily's prediction, Professor Turnbull talked about the game and my catch. It was a bit embarrassing and I told him it was a team effort. Emily just looked at me and smiled. After class we walked out together and Emily asked if I was busy at nights. I told her I usually had practice until 5:30, team dinner at 6:30 and then I went to the library to study. She had a surprised look on her face. I smiled and explained the athletic dorm wasn't very conducive for studies. We made a date to study together. After we finished at the library, we stopped for a snack. I walked Emily back to her apartment and she received her second surprise of the day when I had to decline her offer to spend the night. It was a football rule: all players had to be in their room by 11:00 pm during the week while in season. As it was now 10:30 pm, I needed to get back before curfew. Emily gave me an evil smile and said, "Do you have one minute for a girl in need?" Based on that smile alone, the only answer I knew was "Sure." She led me through the doorway and into the stairwell leading up to her apartment. Closing the door behind us, Emily pushed me gently against the wall and pressed her lips softly onto mine. The feeling was so erotic my cock hardened almost instantly. She seductively rolled her crotch into mine as her fingers found my nipples through my shirt. Her tongue began a slow fucking of my mouth. I thought I was going to lose it on the spot. We played like this for a few minutes with Emily in control of my pleasures. Breaking our kiss, she moved back and leaned her shoulders against the opposite wall with her legs open out in front of her. Pulling off her sweater, Emily exposed her nipples to me and to the chill of the night air. Those puffy points hardened as she spoke. "Last night I taught you how to suck my nipples. They really need your attention right now. I am so horny. Please suck them for me. Lick my buds. I need to cream myself." Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled down the zipper and stepped out of her pants. Emily stood before me in just her panties. Moving towards her, I lowered my mouth onto her left nipple and began a soft, slow, deep suckling of her small pointed tip. Her moans filled the stairwell as her areola was taken into my hungry mouth. My fingers went to the other nipple and played with it; kneading the gum drop nipple between my fingers. Each suck and squeeze produced lustful, muffled moans. Emily's hands worked her clit and pussy through her panties. It didn't take long for her body to start quivering towards an orgasm. I went back and forth between nipples, alternating hard sucks with nibbles and bites. Unable to control herself any longer, Emily pushed me to my knees and jammed her pantied covered cunt into my face. Grinding her hips into my face, she guided her clit to my mouth. Although it was covered with the silken material of her panties, finding it was no problem in its swollen state. I sucked and licked on it as Emily exploded. Waves of her cream poured through the material. I tried to capture her essence. Emily slowed and slid to her knees in front of me. Her mouth found mine and her tongue cleaned her juices from my face. We shared her nectar in a final deep kiss. I wanted to cum so bad, but it was now so close to curfew, I would have to sprint back to the dorm. Emily had an idea. She removed her panties and shoved the soaked offering into my pants pocket. Emily took my hand and moved it over her dripping pussy covering it with her essence. With a final sloppy kiss and a devilish grin, she sent me on my way. "Enjoy" was her only word. Glancing at my watch, I shot out the door and high-tailed back to my room. I made it with a minute to spare. Thank god I was fast. It took a while to get my wits about me. Did what just happen really happen? The soaked panties in my pocket told me yes. It didn't take long to re-arouse my self. I fondled the cream coated cotton crotch panel and licked what I could off my fingers. How I wished Emily and I were together right now. I continued my play in bed. Tonight I did stroke myself with the pair of Emily's panties I wore all day. My tongue attacked what was left of Emily's essence in the pair she was just wearing. My orgasm was intense as it soaked Emily's panties completely. Waking the next morning I rolled over onto the still somewhat wet panties from the night before. My cock grew as I recounted the hallway interlude of the previous evening. Finding the panties Emily creamed, I began to stroke myself with them again. I exploded with what seemed to be a gallon of cum into them. Still consumed with lust, I took the cum filled panties and did the unthinkable. Bringing them to my mouth I allowed my tongue to roam my essence and found the slightly salty remnants to be thrilling. I envisioned sucking my cum from Emily's pantied covered pussy. I thought of grinding myself to eruption while we dry humped wearing matching panties. I could see her bucking in orgasm as my tongue swirled our combined juices over her bud. I was lost in my thoughts and in the silkiness or her intimates. The knock on my door jolted me back into reality. It was our quarterback asking if I was going to breakfast. Jumping out of bed, I looked around for a place to put the panties and quickly shoved them between the mattress and the box spring. Hollering back I said I overslept and to go without me. I'd catch up with him later. Reality can be very rude at times. I hustled and left for the day. Again Emily met me at the door to the social studies building. After exchanging a few short, tender kisses, she asked me which pair I was wearing. Blushing I told her I was wearing my own. Emily gave me an inquisitive look as we walked into the room. Taking our usual seats, class started and we shifted our focus to the professor. About half way through class, Emily handed me a note. Before opening it, I glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Only a couple of people even saw the exchange and they didn't seem interested. Unfolding the paper there was a one line question with a YES/NO check box. The note read; "Did you soil your intimates?" If anyone was watching they would have seen me go beet red as the question struck home. I checked the YES box and refolded the paper. At the right time, I handed the note back to Emily, who opened it and smiled. After class, Emily asked if I was going to the library again or if I cared to study at her place. My answer surprised Emily as I explained the team was leaving for our away game Thursday night so I needed to have all my work done and handed in before then. Because of this, I needed to use the library. Emily understood and asked if I wanted company. She beamed when I told her I'd be delighted to study with her. We set a date for 7:00pm. Practice was intense. We were undefeated at 4-0, and coach had us all thinking about a national title. It wasn't going to be easy. The hardest part was being prepared mentally; jumping from school work, to practice, and to Emily was difficult. Somehow I managed to keep things separate. I met Emily at the entrance to the library and we camped out at a table in a quiet part of the building. I lost myself in studies: going subject to subject; computer to printer; proof reading; stapling; crossing off each subject as I completed them. We stayed at the library until it was nearly curfew. I was able to walk Emily back to her place, but unfortunately there was no time for anything but a sweet kiss good-night. Well, maybe a grope or two, but not much beyond that. Wednesday was much of the same. Again we met at the library. I was working as quickly as possible because I wanted to have some time with Emily. From time to time I would glance at Emily and smile. She had a very curious look about her. A look which told me something was on her mind. I made a note to ask her about it when we were done. After studies we headed to a little hole-in-the-wall place off campus, away from the mainstream student body. It was there I asked her about the look. She smiled and blushed a bit. I had to coax her a little before she told me what was on her mind. "Well," she began. "I shouldn't be telling you this because girls' need to have some secrets and what I have to say just might taken the wrong way. But here goes." I listened and inwardly prepared for the worst. "When I first met you I thought you were just a typical jock. Cute, but dumb! Over the last four weeks I listened to what you had to say in class and I realized there was more to you than muscle. Watching you work these last three nights, I realized you really are a student-athlete. Add to that our..." Emily hesitated momentarily, "...passion and you seem a bit surreal; a good surreal, but surreal none-the-less." My heart fluttered; my thoughts raced; and my lips went to Emily's instinctively. I allowed my soul to softly flow through my lips. With that kiss I somehow gave myself completely to Emily, and she to me. As we broke from our loving moment, I tenderly lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Not a word was spoken. We simply kissed again. Our walk back to her apartment was slow even with curfew looming. We held hands and talked about nothing. We both knew what this feeling was, neither of us wanted it to end, yet we dared not speak its name. Time was not on my side and I needed to get back. Emily gave me a long, deep kiss and wished me luck. She said she'd be watching. I really didn't want to go back to my dorm; I wanted the new found intimacy of Emily. Still, football was my meal ticket and off I went. The game was on national TV as we were ranked #8 and Cal was #3. Playing on their turf would make our task that much harder. What was supposed to be a tight game turned into a blow-out. We jumped on them early and often. Our quarterback threw for over 400 yards, much of it to me. I wound up with 8 catches, four of them for touchdowns. We shut them out 49-0. Now we were really thinking National Championship. The next week had us, specifically me, on the cover of Sports Illustrated. The picture was one of my four touchdowns where I was laid out horizontally behind three defenders making a finger tip catch in the end zone. The campus was nuts; Turnbull wanted details; and the co-eds were throwing themselves at us as we jumped to #2 in the polls as other top rated teams fell. I could tell Emily didn't care much for the adoration the coeds were giving me. They all looked at her and her plump nipples on her flat chest and gave me the 'anytime' look. The rest of the season was a dream come true. We pounded everyone, averaging over 40 points a game while giving up less than one TD per contest. We headed into the bowl games 12-0 and still ranked #2 but facing an equally powerful #1 ranked 'Bama squad. We had five weeks to prepare and coach gave us a week off and said we would have four days at Christmas before we went in seclusion the last ten days before the game. He said we needed a little time to heal. It was a long season. Emily was blown away by the demands of football and my dedication to both it and my education. She never realized how much of my time was required. Sunday evening through Thursday it was school, football, dinner, studies, and sleep. All day Friday through Saturday's game was 100% football and I was no where to be found. Saturday evening to Sunday evening was 100% Emily and we made the most of it. Emily was a sexual predator and I her prey. Although it was football during the week, we did manage to sneak in a tryst from time to time. Emily also kept me in a constant supply of panties. We developed a kinky exchange system. She'd slip me a pair of her moist panties before I returned to my dorm and I would return a pair a bit moister than the ones she gave me. It seemed to make us both horny to feel each other's wetness trapped in her panties. Weekends were adventures in eroticism. Emily introduced me to the gourmet side of sex. I'll never forget the weekend she taught me about anal sex. It was during one of her post game massages. Emily poured a bit of oil onto the small of my back and was working it into the cheeks of my ass. Her hands were pushing and squeezing my cheeks together and apart. It felt great, especially when the air would kiss my exposed anus. Gradually Emily let oil drip down my crack and she would catch it with her finger just as it touched my bud. I loved the sensation and let her know with a soft moaning purr. Sensing my pleasure, Emily allowed her finger to dance around my hole. My buttocks responded in kind with a rocking motion matching the movement of her finger. Finally I felt the tip of her finger push lightly on my virgin bud. It began a slow massage onto the entrance. More oil traced its way down my crack and onto Emily's finger and the motion went from a circular pressure to a pushing pressure. Her finger pressed and withdrew; pressed and withdrew; never really leaving my opening but simply gathering more of the warm oil to ease its inward journey. A squishing sound started as her finger tip went deeper in and out of my entrance. The feeling was incredible. As my sphincter relaxed, the pushing went deeper. Finally Emily's finger pushed completely past the muscle and into the warmth of my ass. Emily slid her naked body next to mine, bringing the hotness of her breath to my ear. Her finger was now rhythmically gliding in and out of my ass as her throaty whispers filled my head. "I know how wonder it feels to have something moving so smoothly in and out of your ass. I adore the feeling and I sense you do too. There is so much I am going to show you and so much for you to enjoy. What you are experiencing right now is just the start. I promise you will enjoy it all, especially when it is your cock gliding in and out of my ass." Emily's words and ass fingering had my cock intensely hard. I allowed my ass to move back and forth in a fucking motion; keeping in synch with her finger. When she pushed in, I pushed back. When she withdrew, I pulled away. The warmth of my cock rocking against my body nearly brought me to orgasm. What happened next I didn't expect. In one smooth motion, Emily's finger was replaced with a long slender object. It passed beyond my muscle deep into my ass before it seemed to snap into place. I heard the sounds of air whooshing and felt the thing expand slightly. Emily's words began again. "I want you to relax. Allow your body to get used to being filled. I need to prepare for our next step. By the way, the feeling in your ass is a small inflatable plug. You'll love how big it gets; but all in due time. Enjoy, and watch my transformation." Emily crossed the room to her dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, she withdrew a hat box and walked back toward the bed. Standing in front of me she opened the box and removed its contents. In one sensuous move, Emily stepped into a pair of flesh colored rubber panties. Jutting from the front of them was a life-like rubber cock similar in size to my own: 7 inches in length and about 1.5 inches in diameter. Emily spoke with lust. "I've been waiting a long time to use this. I find it so unfair you have the only cock. Now we both have one. You will really like these panties too, because they are split in the crotch which gives us access to both of my holes. Now it may seem unfair to you that I have an extra hole, but we'll just have to make due. Between us we now have four nipples, four hands, two cocks, five holes and two dirty minds." "Do you remember how I taught you to make love to my nipples? Today I am going to teach you how to make love to my ass and you'll tech me how to make love to your cock." Her hand was stroking her cock as she spoke. Walking to the edge of the bed, Emily stood before me. The tip of her cock was now only a few inches from my face as she seductively spoke. "Sucking your first cock can seem scary. Thoughts run through your mind: 'What if it cums in my mouth?'; 'How am I supposed to get the whole thing in?'; 'What if I choke?' What allows you to overcome those fears is desire: the desire to please; the desire to taste; the desire to consume; the desire which only comes from lust. Build the desire and there is nothing one won't do. Let me show you." Emily brought the tip of her cock to my lips and said' "Kiss it." It was very difficult for me to do. I just couldn't pucker up and kiss a cock; even if it wasn't real. However, I couldn't move my head away either, because something inside me wanted this. A Player No Longer Ch. 02 Emily gave a knowing chuckle and continued: "I can see you want it or you would have turned your head away or even more, you would have dressed and left." The reality of what she said hit me hard. I realized for the first time I was becoming Emily's play toy. She was taking me down a sexual path from which I could never return. The quick fucks and blowjobs were a thing of the past. That was simply sex. This was deep lust and desire. Still, I had a hard time kissing the cock in front of me. "Let me help," was Emily's sultry response. Her free hand went between her legs started rubbing her pussy. The squishing sounds of her wetness intensified what was about to happen. Emily removed her moist fingers from her sex and brought them to my mouth. Instinctively my mouth opened and three fingers made their way in. My tongue slurped and lapped the juices from them. After my cleaning, Emily returned them to her vagina for recoating. This time she rubbed the juices onto the head of her cock as she moved it closer to my lips. "Now lick my juices the same way you just did." The head of her cock pressed into my lips and I opened my mouth. Somewhere between my second and third slurp, I started sucking cock. My hands went to it and started pumping. My tongue bathed its underside as I licked its length. I sucked the head and allowed my tongue to explore its hole. Emily cooed while I worked. "Show me how you like your cock sucked. Show me what to do. Show me what turns you on when I make love to your hardness." I lost myself in those words and worked her phallus as if it were mine. Pulling her cock from my mouth I looked up at Emily, and with a level of lust I never imagined, I told her how it turned me to see her looking into my eyes as she sucked me. I then gave her a series of long hard sucks while never breaking eye contact. With a pop, I let her cock leapt from my mouth. Grabbing the shaft I started rubbing it all over my lips and face. I told her how much it turns to me to hear her tell me she wanted my cum; to hear her say she wanted to eat it; to savor it; to share it with me. Somewhere inside me, I lost control and started slapping my face hard with her cock before attacking it wildly. I was consumed by the act and if it would have been a real cock, I would have indeed swallowed all of the cum. Emily was trembling with her own lust. Juices poured from her. Her thighs were soaked and glistening with wetness. After what seemed to be mini orgasm, Emily pulled her cock from my mouth, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards hers. She had a wild look in eyes when she told me, "Now its time for your ass." Without need for instruction, I repositioned myself so I was on my knees with my ass in the air at the end of the bed. The rest of my body was being supported by my forearms. My ass swayed in a begging motion. Whatever was going to happen, I needed it. Deflating the plug, Emily slowly removed it from my hole. I nearly collapsed when her mouth replaced it and started licking. She was sucking and probing my open asshole. Involuntary moans released themselves from my soul. Emily told me this is how her asshole needs to be adored. She must have worked my ass for a good five minutes. My cock was oozing precum. Emily stood and recoated her cock with her juices. I felt the tip press against my hole. Between the fingering, plug and rimming, my hole was as relaxed as it could be for a first time fuck. My lust and desire made me push against her cock and the head pressed through my hole. Her cock slid into my ass cavity. What I didn't expect was the pain from being filled so suddenly. Emily told me to be still and allow my body to get used to the feeling. True to her words, my body did loosen and Emily began fucking my 'ass-cunt' as she put it. It didn't take long to start a rhythm. Emily was really into it from the sounds of her guttural moans. The force of her cock pushing against her mound was bringing her to orgasm while she fucked my ass. The closer she got to her climax, the wilder she fucked me. Each time her cock slammed into me, my balls and thighs were sprayed with her fluids. Her body convulsed when she came. Emily collapsed on top of me wrapping her arms around my torso; her face was buried into my neck. The force of her collapse pushed me flat onto the bed; her cock still deep in my ass. I could feel the heat and sweat of our bodies fuse as Emily quivered in the aftermath of her lust; her fluids still trickling onto my balls. It didn't take long for Emily to start again. She whispered in my ear. "Let's see what you've learned." Emily pulled out of my ass and rolled over onto her back. Hooking her arms behind each knee, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rolled her ass to expose her bud. The cool air on my somewhat stretched ass reminded me of the pleasures required. I dispensed with the gentle foreplay and put my mouth directly over her nether hole. While sucking her brown bud, my tongue snaked its way in. I could tell Emily loved this by the way she pushed her anus open to accept it and her moans as she rocked on my tongue. "Suck it. Suck my hole. Get it good and wet for your cock." Emily was in another world. I attacked her ass in a hungered craze; licking and sucking while driving Emily wild. "Now shove your cock deep into my cunt and get it covered with my goo." Moving into position, my dick plunged into her pussy, I thought I was going to cum on the spot. The warmth of its tightness was pure ecstasy. The thickness of her juices enveloped me. After a half dozen strokes I pulled out and put the head of my cock at her anus. In one movement, Emily wrapped her legs around me and pulled my cock into her ass. We both cried out in pleasure. I started fucking and Emily started bucking while jerking off her rubber cock. She was pounding it upon her mons. The feeling of her ass around my cock was incredible. I knew I wouldn't last long after being in heat for such a long time; however, watching Emily jerk off and seeing her small tits, I thought about having anal sex with another guy. That thought bought on my orgasm. I flooded her ass with stream after stream of cum. Emily's eyes widened when she felt the hot jism in her bowels. Locking her legs behind me, she trapped my cock in her ass and started jerking her cock harder and faster. Our wild moans filled the room and Emily released a torrent of cum and piss. Her juices splashed off of my abdomen and sprayed both of us. A river flowed over my balls. Emily stopped stroking her cock and pulled me into her. Our mouths fused together and we buried our tongues deep within our each others mouth. Emily rolled me over so she was on top. Our mouths never parted. My cock was still buried in her ass and it was still rock hard. Emily's sphincter was pulsing on my cock. I wanted all this woman had to offer. I truly belonged to her. Our kisses started slowing. Emily lifted her torso from my body and the look in her eyes told me we weren't done yet. In a low, sluttish tone Emily said, "It's time for clean up" and pulled her ass off of my sticky shaft and moved into a sixty-nine position. Wasting no time, Emily's mouth began to lick and suck our combined juices from my rod as she placed her ass onto my mouth. Still somewhat frenzied, my tongue began to lick the cream oozing from her hole. Emily moved her hips to ensure her cunt and ass received equal attention. The mixture of our cums, the salty flavor of her piss and the scent of ass drove me wild. Even as I licked her clean, her pussy keep flowing. Emily's hands worked my balls and shaft as her tongue searched for traces of our sex. From out of nowhere a powerful explosion erupted from my balls. I could feel it hit her cheek and then felt Emily's mouth engulfed my cock head to capture what she could. My orgasm triggered hers. A thick flow gushed from her passage and small trickles of piss shot into the mixture. My face was being covered and I loved it. In fact I needed it. I sucked her holes and worked my tongue in and out of them like the slut I was becoming. Spinning to face me, Emily immediately began a snowball. I hungrily accepted my cum as our tongues danced with our sticky mixture. Our kissing was sloppy with cum sticking to our lips and face. Emily reached behind her and pushed my cock into her cunt. We rocked gently and began a slow cool down. Eventually we came to rest. Emily looked in my eyes and we both smiled. All I could say was, "Wow." Emily's reply set the tone for our sexual relationship. "I simply love being a slut. It's gong to be so much fun turning you into one too. Come on, let's take a shower." As we climbed off of the soiled sheets, Emily took my hand and led me to her bathroom. Without a hint of embarrassment, Emily asked if I ever had an enema. I knew my life would never be the same. Another aspect of sex we explored was 'Patty and Emily.' I enjoyed being transformed into Emily's lesbian lover. The scary part was how much alike we looked. Being completely feminine allowed me to escape into a world so vastly different from the Xs and Os of football. Emily said I looked hot enough to pick up a guy. It was during these sessions I admitted to Emily my desire to suck a real cock. Unfortunately, we never got to that point. During my week off from football before our bowl game, Emily started to talk about our future. We were at dinner and Emily professed her love for me. I was a bit startled not because of Emily's love, for we were madly in love with each other. What startled me were her thoughts about the future. Emily asked if I was going to find a job or apply to graduate school. There was shock on her face when I told her I was going to enter the NFL draft. It never dawned to her I would continue playing ball after college. The reality of an NFL future hit home even harder at Christmas. We spent two days with each others families. Her dad talked nonstop about where I would go in the NFL draft. I could see Emily drift into the background. I felt bad. Emily wasn't accustomed to the limelight of stardom. On the drive back to campus, Emily was very silent. I asked her what was wrong even though I knew. With tears in her eyes she told me of her jealously towards all the girls who throw themselves at me. And with me being a pro athlete it was only going to be worse. She told me I was the man of her dreams and wanted us to be together always. She saw us going to grad school together and becoming professors. Emily wanted to wait a few years before starting a family. She never dreamt of me going pro. In Emily's words, "Not once have you ever talked about becoming a pro. In fact you rarely talk about football. I just saw this as a college thing." I tried to explain this was a dream of mine since I was ten. It was all I ever wanted to do. Emily said she understood but it seemed to shatter her dreams. Our sex became less aggressive. Oh there were times we got kinky but there was no new territory being discovered. I felt like I needed to convince Emily of my love for her. As things unfolded we did win the National Title. I had a spectacular game. The scouts, agents, and combines hounded me. Emily was there every step of the way but still withdrawn. I decided not to get an agent and to talk directly with the teams. I did well in the combines but the big strike against me was size. I wasn't the physical type of receiver the pros were after. Standing 6'3" and weighing around 190 pounds wasn't tiny by most standards but most NFL players have bulging rippling muscles. My body was long and lithesome....feminine one could say. The day of the draft came and I wasn't a first rounder; nor a second. I didn't even attend the gala in New York. I was with Emily. In the third round my name was called. The San Antonio Chieftains had selected me. I had given the NFL both my number and Emily's. When the call came we were 'busy' and let it go to Emily's answering machine. I'll never forget the call for two reasons. The first was the actual call. "Hi. This call is for Pat Jenkins. My name is Alex Boston. I am the general manager for the San Antonio Chieftains. Pat gave the NFL this number as one of his contact numbers. We are happy to say we selected Pat in the third round and are excited about landing such a quality athlete. Pat we'd like to talk with you as soon as possible. Please give me a call at 210-897-1400." The second reason was Emily's reaction. At the time of the call Emily was on the brink of an orgasm. We were wearing matching panties (Our panty thing was still very strong, as was Patty and Emily, as was our love for anal and watersports.). I had slipped mine down under my balls and pushed hers aside so we could fuck. I came inside her and was sucking out my cream out through her panties. Emily always came wildly, usually showering me in a combination of piss and pussy juice. The call put an instant stop to Emily's orgasm. She simply rolled off of me and said, "Well, there it is. There's the call you were waiting for." Tears filled her eyes. I tried to say something, but Emily didn't want to talk. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. I could hear Emily bawling. "Emily," I said as I tapped gently on the door, "please let me talk to you." All I heard was crying. "Emily, Please listen to what I have to say. I understand why you are upset, although I do not understand it. What I have to say is from very important. Emily, I love with my whole heart and soul. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to marry you." "You put a wall between us ever since I said I was going pro. The reality is we will all have jobs. Jobs we go to every day. Being a pro athlete is no different. It's actually better than a nine to five job. The money's better, the hours are better, there is more time off. There...." "...are more women who want to fuck you." Emily screamed. "You don't get it Pat. I am jealous, insecure, and not willing to share you. If you are going to fuck somebody else I need to be there too. I can't be when you are bar hopping with your buddies. Pat, women don't want to share. And the women you will meet want nothing more than your money and fame." Emily had a point and I knew it. It is very hard to turn down pussy from a beautiful woman, especially when you are drunk. "Some good looking babe who happens to be kinky is going to fall for you and POW---like that I'm history." I waited a few moments before I spoke. "Emily, you need to trust ME. It is the strength of OUR love which binds US. I've had my share of cheap, quick sex. At first it was great, but FOR ME it became shallow and empty. When I met you, you showed me a side to myself I never imagined. You took to me a higher level. You showed me how the power of LOVE changes everything, even when our sex is different....WHICH IT ALWAYS IS." In between sobs, I heard Emily start to laugh. Our sex was indeed different. "ARE YOU COMPLAINING JENKINS?" Emily said in jest. "NO M'AM." I fired back. "In fact I'd like to finish what we started." Emily opened the door and wiped back the tears from her eyes and came to me in an embrace. "Pat, I love you so much. I don't ever want to be without you." Our kiss was tender and intimate. "Emily looked into my eyes; tears still in hers. "I think you have a phone call to make. Someone in San Antonio wants to talk with you." ********** The contract I signed was amazing. I became wealthy instantly. I inked a 3 year at a base salary of $250,000 per year. I negotiated a signing bonus of $250,000 plus incentives based on games played, catches, and touchdowns. Life changed instantly. San Antonio had a program to help me relocate. The fact the Chieftains assigned Kim Rivera, a stunning Latina built like a brick shit-house, to help me get acclimated to the city and find a place to live. It was clear from the start Kim was offering and it would have been mine for the taking, but my love was with Emily. Kim was pretty smart and realized something was up. One night at dinner she asked if there was someone in my life. I told her our story, albeit without certain details. I explained Emily's misgivings about my NFL career and my pledge to her. What I didn't expect was the effect this would have on Kim. With tears in her eyes, she leaned over and softly kissed my cheek. She told me I was a rare breed and how lucky Emily was to have a guy like me. Kim also added that many of the guys coming through the league could use a lesson on faithfulness. Mini-camp started and I was in the NFL. The veteran's were showing the rookies THEIR San Antonio. The parties were wild and the pussy plentiful. The girls wanted their piece of the NFL in more ways than one. Kim sensed my avoidance and made it her job to have a reason to take me elsewhere when things got too crazy. She became my guardian angel. It was also refreshing to have someone to talk with other than the guys; someone with interests outside of football. Kim and I were getting closer. At first I thought it was simply the comfort of a woman who respected my relationship. But in the month we were together we really started to like each other. After mini-camp, I was slated as the #3 receiver. They keep 6 so things looked good for me. I went back to State and Emily. Luckily I had a very easy school schedule and graduated with my class---with honors I might add. The night of graduation I proposed officially to Emily. Taking $25,000 of my signing bonus, I bought Emily an engagement ring. While on one knee, I professed my love and asked her to marry me as I presented her with the ring. She turned me down. Emily had a surprise for me this time. It appears she hired a detective to follow me for the month I was in San Antonio. Emily took an envelope from beneath her gown and removed a stack of pictures and threw them at me. Pictures so incriminating I had no response. Most were of Kim and I together laughing. There were pictures of Kim hugging me; pictures of Kim and I at parties; and even a picture of Kim giving me the kiss on my cheek. The only kiss she gave me! The next nail was the picture of one of the party girls offering me a test tube shot from between her exposed tits and me taking it. How could I explain I needed to save face with the veterans? How was I to explain it was innocent? The final nail in the coffin was my not telling Emily about Kim. I was done. It was over. While on my knees looking at the pictures on the ground before me; Emily turned and walked away. When I returned to her apartment my stuff was on the sidewalk---packed. I took my things and got into my car. Plans had changed and I would be going home for a week before I headed down to San Antonio. Yes I tried calling and I even went to her house. Emily was nowhere to be found. Her parents gave me the cold shoulder also. I asked Mr. Grove if I could speak to him over a beer. We went to a local bar and I told him about everything. He seemed to understand but still, it was his daughter and she was hurting. I asked him what he would have done in my position. His response stunned me. "I would've fucked the party girls and that Kim chick! Wow! What a looker. You're a better man than me Pat Jenkins." I couldn't believe what he said, but I think my story made him understand my love for his daughter. We talked briefly about football, shook hands and departed. When I dropped him off at his home, I told him I'll make sure he has tickets for every game we play against Pittsburgh (his hometown team) if I make the team. He smiled and said thanks, he'd like that. Back in San Antonio, Kim was there in an instant. I told her the whole story and showed her the pictures. She started to cry. A Player No Longer Ch. 02 I lost myself in training. I wanted to build my speed, stamina, and strength without bulk. I still wore panties whenever I wasn't at the gym. As I was somewhat settled in my apartment and knew enough of the city to get around, Kim slipped from the picture for awhile. I did try calling her a couple of times with some 'made up' problem but I just got her machine. About two weeks after my return I got a letter in the mail from Emily. Kim took it upon herself to fly to Pittsburgh to explain everything to Emily. She spent the better part of a week trying to convince her of my fidelity. In the end Emily believed her, but said I must make a decision. Her love for me was real and would always be real. However, as long as I was in football we would never be together. She wished me luck. ************** That was fifteen years ago. Yes, I fucked Kim....a lot. The first time was the night I got Emily's letter. Let me tell you this young lady could fuck. But that was it. There was not much beyond that—she was a very delicious vanilla. Things ended quickly when she found my stash of panties. She simply couldn't handle it. So, my life became a series of short term relationships during the season. During the off-season I was myself...the feminine Patty. I even lived in Argentina for a couple of summers and became involved in the tranny community. That was very erotic, and the topic of another story. ****** So now I was retired and State contacted me for an anniversary get together of the National Championship Team. The school magazine did a 'Then and Now' article on each of the players. The starters of course had more press and with my pro career, I had more than my fair share. When the question came up about family, I explained how I never married. I told the reporter I was still in love with my college sweetheart but she turned down my marriage proposal. The reporter taped the conversation and I spilled my guts. I told him how football was very good to me, but denied me the happiness I truly desired. Now that I was retired, I would do this final anniversary get together and then put football behind me. The reporter asked me about the girl, but I gave no information. It turns out I knew Emily wasn't married at the moment. The tickets I kept giving to her father, kept me in the loop on her life. Even though it was fifteen years since our last meeting, I never lost my love for her. Emily had married. Badly. Twice. No kids. She did get her doctorate and was currently teaching at a prestigious college in Pittsburgh. The article was published two weeks before the anniversary reunion. They were going to bring the team out on the field at halftime and re-introduce us to the crowd. We were given locker room passes and asked to talk to the players about commitment. The game was great. It was against Tech and we were winning at Half time. This was the first time I ever watched a game live in which I wasn't playing, let alone from a luxury suite. The game was so much more enjoyable with a cocktail! At halftime we went down to the field and entered through the team tunnel. We lined up on the fifty yard line and as each of us was introduced they played clips of our career on the jumbo-tron. When I was introduced the stadium went nuts. They showed the clip of my game winning catch against Tech along with a bevy of clips from the National Championship game and my NFL career. We exited the field just as we did as players. Instead of having our helmets raised, this time we were waving to the crowd. Heading into the tunnel I thought of Emily and how she would always be in the same spot for each game. I looked up but she wasn't there. My heart sank a bit. Football took everything from me and gave me money in return. After the game we all headed to the locker room to congratulate the team. It took a long time to get out of there. The media wanted to talk to everyone. There were team photos and all sorts of PR stuff. Darkness was beginning to overtake the stadium when I left. Crossing the parking lot towards my car, I heard her voice, "Nice catch Pat. Professor Turnbull will definitely talk about that one on Monday." I knew the voice. I turned and saw Emily. Tears filled my eyes and my voice quivered as I replied, "I'm sure he will." Continuing I added, "I didn't think you were a fan." I heard Emily's voice break as she said "I've always been a fan of yours." She started to cry as she said, "I'm just so very happy it's finally over." I knew what she meant. "And so am I, Professor Grove; and so am I." Emily came to me. No, she ran to me. We kissed the deepest, most tender kiss of my life. We were crying. It took me no time at all to make up my mind again. Emily was my true love. I took one step away from her and reached into my jacket pocket. I pulled out the engagement ring I purchased fifteen years earlier. Going to one knee, I proposed. This time Emily said yes. We kissed again and I told her I would never leave her again. Emily kissed me gently on the lips and said, "I know." As we walked to my car with our arms around each other, she asked, "What color panties do you have on?" I smiled and told her the pink pair she gave me after the first time we made love. She said, "Me too." We knew...