0 comments/ 10580 views/ 0 favorites Triple Threat Ch. 01 By: markedas **All characters are over 18 and FICTIONAL. **This is a SERIAL, like my other serial JUST IN TIME, so it is a running story. Please look for the following installments! **This is the FIRST episode so it might be a little slow on the erotic stuff but it will hit it's stride. * ~ * ~ * ~ * "Nate, you are probably the highest drafted white running back in recent memory. How did it feel when San Francisco traded up to take you with the ninth pick?" "Well Erin, I have to admit, growing up in Texas I was always a Cowboys fan but I can appreciate the rich tradition the 49ers have. And well. I don't think being white -- or any color really matters -- it feels great to be a top ten pick in a draft this good," Nate responded. "Being from Abilene Christian, a Division II school, being white, being an underclassmen, being undersized at 5' 11" -- do you feel like there's a lot of pressure for you to succeed -- and a lot of pressure on the 49ers to prove that taking you with the ninth pick was worth it?" Nate smiled, "I've been called undersized my whole life but I've been able to produce results at every level I've played at and I feel like I have a lot I can add to this 49ers offense." "You say you have a lot to add, will you comment on the combine you had? I mean, obviously it was apparent to the teams that were there -- which the 49ers were -- but it seemed like your draft stock took off when it leaked that you were, and I'm quoting Sports Illustrated here, 'a triple threat, with speed like Payton, an arm like Elway, and hands like Rice'. How come we didn't see any of that last year?" Erin asked. "Well, not many people watched any of our games last year before we won the Division II championship." Erin nodded, "last question. Given your skills in the running and passing game, what do you say about Coach Daniels' recent statement that L'Brickishaw Francis will still enter training camp at the top of the depth chart?" "I'm glad. I think Francis is a great running back who can lead this team and I hope he teaches me how to be a great back in this league. And Coach Daniels has been around a long time. If he thinks Francis is the back for our team than I need to do everything I can to show him I can be a part of this team too." "I'm Erin Andrews, and this is Nate Foreman in San Francisco," Erin held her smile until the red light went out. "That was pretty good, you want to buy me a drink?" Erin asked Nate. "You'd have to buy me a drink, I'm only 20," Nate laughed. Erin laughed with him and added, "you drive a hard bargain, but I guess that can be arranged." Nate's smile dimmed when he saw his girlfriend Rochelle glaring at him. "Er. Maybe another time. I promised my girlfriend I'd take her out to dinner," Nate said. "But we could talk about a follow up..." Erin trailed off as Nate left. Erin sighed and shook her head as she watched the sandy haired hunk walk away. "Nate..." Rochelle began. "I know I know. I'm sorry. Let's not argue, I want to celebrate tonight," Nate said. Rochelle's frown washed from her face and she perked up a little bit and leaned in close, "I'll make you forget all about Erin Andrews." And she did. "Are you ready?" Rochelle called from the bathroom. "Mmmhm," Nate replied good-naturedly. "No peaking until I say so," Rochelle said. "Mmmk," Nate said. "Okay, you can open your eyes," Rochelle said. Nate looked up from the hotel bed. Rochelle was standing before him. She looked like the hottest thing Nate had ever seen. She wore a thin, filmy white lace bra that did little to conceal or hide her already hard nipples that drew Nate's eyes. Rochelle had on a pair of equally thin white lace panties that were so tight Nate could see the rise of her pussy lips. Her white garter belt held up white stockings. Nate sat up on the bed and Rochelle smiled at the look on his face -- and the rising erection in his pants. Rochelle walked up and stood between Nate's knees and ran her hand through his hair. She held onto his hair and pushed his head back and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her tongue was warm in Nate's mouth and he reached out to caress her stomach but she dodged his hand with a lascivious smile and pushed Nate down on the bed. Rochelle slid over Nate and ground her crotch against Nate's now bulging erection. Rochelle pushed Nate's shirt over his head and kissed up Nate's chest. "I'm not going to take any of this off," Rochelle said. Nate's heart beat faster. Rochelle's hand finally trailed down to his pants and she pushed her hand in and slowly enclosed his cock in her cold hand, sending shivers up Nate's back. Rochelle's hand moved slowly, torturing Nate. Her hand closed over the base of Nate's shaft and twisted slowly and then her hand slid off his shaft to caress his balls. Her fingers bounced back and force over each one causing Nate closed his eyes. Rochelle pushed herself up the bed and kissed Nate wetly and got even more aggressive with her kiss, leaving Nate panting. Nate reached his hand out and Rochelle finally let him touch her. His hands ran up to her breasts. With the tight fabric against them they seemed to be begging Nate to let them out but her remembered what Rochelle had said. Instead he fingered her nipples through the thin bra and Rochelle murmured. Rochelle finally freed Nate from his torment as she pushed his pants down, and his cock sprang forward. Rochelle grabbed the head with her hand and ran her palm over the tip and smiled when Nate groaned. Rochelle leaned back off Nate's chest so she was straddling him. She dramatically pushed the bottom of her panties to the side, watching Nate's eyes carefully. She leaned forward, one hand propping her up as she reached back with the other hand to guide Nate into her. Rochelle groaned gutturally as she took Nate's full length into her. Nate's head swam with the sensation of the tight stockings pressed against his thighs as Rochelle lowered herself down onto him over and over. Nate made to raise his legs but Rochelle shook her head. "Lay back baby and let me do the work," and that deep lascivious smile stole across her face again, "besides I want to ride you." Rochelle's hand dropped her pussy and she gently rubbed herself through her panties and Nate watched as she finally rubbed her clit with her forefinger. Rochelle rode him harder as her own pleasure rose and Nate did all he could to hold back. Finally Rochelle's head tipped back and she moaned in one long tone as her body shook around Nate. Nate finally released himself and felt it rush through his loins as he shot up into Rochelle over and over. Rochelle slid off of him and stroked Nate's chest. She reached down and pulled the condom off of Nate and dropped it into the trashcan by the bed and rolled back to clutch Nate. Rochelle opened her mouth to say something when the phone rang. Nate frowned. There weren't many people besides his agent who knew he was staying here. And his agent, Tom Browning, was a pretty hands-off agent. "This is Nate." "Oh honey we saw you on ESPN with that gorgeous announcer what's her name...Harold? Harold what was her name?" Nate held the phone back as his mom yelled for his dad. He could have saved his dad the trouble and told his mom the name but he wasn't feeling charitable right now. Nate heard his dad say Erin Andrews and put the phone back to his ear where his mom continued as if there had been no interruption, "and you sounded so professional Nate I can't believe it," there was a pause and Nate waited because it didn't sound like his mom was done. "...But I think your father would have appreciated if you had rose to the occasion on that white running backs question," his mother paused again, "I mean really Nathaniel, it is something and everyone back home has been saying that if you played that angle up a little more you'd be a shoe in for more commercials." Nate rolled his eyes and Rochelle stared back at Nate crossly. Nate heard his father take over the phone, "What's your mother saying now Nathaniel?" "She was saying it was a good interview," Nate said through gritted teeth. "I can't believe you sat across from Erin Andrews!" Nate's dad said excitedly, "was she as hot as they say?" "Mmmhm," Nate said looking sideways at Rochelle who seemed to have heard and glared harder. If that was possible. "So is what's her name there yet?" "Rochelle is going to, uh, get in tomorrow," Nate said, looking at Rochelle. Nate's father didn't like Rochelle. At first Nate had thought it was because Rochelle had had a rather awkward first meeting but when he'd heard his dad complaining to his mother and sister that, "he went to a school that's almost all white and he manages to date the only black girl he can find?" Nate's mother also didn't like Rochelle. It wasn't that much more than general animosity between a mother and a prospective daughter but Nate also suspected it was because Rochelle had been raised Southern Baptist while Nate's mother had raised her children Church of Christ. "Well when are you going to come home again?" Nate's father asked gruffly. "Training camp starts soon dad, Rochelle and I might come home for the two days I have off, halfway through," Nate said, emphasizing the 'Rochelle and I' part. "I guess I'll have to tell your mother," Nate's father said. They said their goodbyes and Nate turned back to Rochelle. She had rolled off the bed and was already dressing. "Rochelle," Nate started. "They hate me," Rochelle said sadly. "They just don't know you," Nate said. "Nate, we've been dating for two years!" Nate looked down at the covers. "It's because I'm black," Rochelle said slowly. It was the first time she'd vocalized it. "That's not it," Nate said quickly. "I'm going to go down to the pool," Rochelle said. "I'll go with you," Nate said. "No. You need to be up early for camp tomorrow," Rochelle said. Nate nodded slowly. "I just need to clear my head," Rochelle said. She bent down and kissed him quickly on the mouth and went to the bathroom. *** "For those of you we acquired in the off-season, I'm Coach Daniels. I run a pretty simple ship. Do what I tell you," Coach said. A few of the players chuckled. Daniels was a tall, physically imposing presence. He had been a player for thirteen years, most of which were played with the Chargers and a few years during the twilight of his career were played here, in San Francisco, where he had been a fan favorite and a bright light on a few miserable 49ers teams. Daniels was also a rarity in that he was one of the few black head coaches in the NFL. Daniels broke the team down into their respective units and the players went to move to their positional coaches. Daniels grabbed Nate on the arm. He had about four inches on Nate. He had a thin beard and a shaved head. "Yes coach?" Nate asked respectfully. "I watch ESPN too," he said. Nate waited. Coach cleared his throat, "we're going to have a lot of questions coming from all over the place, the media, the other players, ownership, about our depth chart concerning you and LB. You handled that question okay. But do me a favor and drop my line. Just say, 'coach decides the depth chart, no one else." Nate nodded. Daniels finally smiled, surprised by Nate's demure respectfulness. Nate smiled back and walked away. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to show me everything you've got!" Coach called after him. Nate trotted over to the running backs coach where L'Brickishaw Francis, Dante Harris, Chris Thurmon and Reggie Green stood. Francis glared at Nate. Nate wouldn't usually have thought of this but given Andrews' questions, he did note he was the only white guy in the running back huddle. All of the guys shook hands with Nate and introduced themselves. After his iron grip Francis said, "they call me LB kid." Nate nodded and received equally gruff handshakes from Harris and Thurmon who, already locked behind Francis on the depth chart did not welcome someone else who endangered their roster spot and cut into their minutes. Reggie Green was the only one who shook hands with Nate eagerly. "You probably don't remember me," Reggie started. "You're Reggie Green, aren't you? Didn't we play in the U.S. Army Bowl together?" Nate asked. Reggie broke out into a huge grin. "Yeah. You were gonna be a Longhorn and I was gonna be a Sooner," Reggie said "And we both ended up in different places," Nate said. "Alright, I'm Colm Yearwood. I'm the new running backs coach. We're going to run through some warm ups and conditioning, a fitness test to see how good you all were in the off-season, and then we're going to practice our new zone blocking scheme with the offensive linemen." Yearwood was thin, short, and looked like he'd never played football. He had a smug look on his face and Nate wondered how this group of athletes would tolerate a small white boy working them out everyday. They ran through some drills and Nate was pleased to see that he picked it up quickly, held his own or, at times, excelled -- especially in the speed drills where he seemed far and away the fastest back on the team. Yearwood blew the whistle and motioned for the linemen to come over. Yearwood was also the assistant offensive coordinator so he talked to the linemen about the zone-blocking scheme and they ran some drills. "Alright, looking good guys. Now I'm going to bring over the defensive linemen and we'll see how good you guys really are." The linemen came over and Yearwood motioned for Chris Thurmon, Reggie, and Nate to come over to the sideline. "We'll run our two back formation but I'm going to let LB and Dante start us off," Yearwood said to them, and to the team he called, "minimal contact -- remember, no tackling." After a few plays Yearwood blew his whistle. "LB and Dante -- why don't you let Foreman and Green have a go at it?" LB smiled at the defensive linemen and said, "you guys remember gold niner?" The linemen chuckled and LB and Dante trotted over to the sideline. "3-2 draw," Yearwood called. The practice quarterback faked a hand off to Reggie on the left and stuck the ball in Nate's stomach as Nate ran forward and the quarterback rolled back. Before Nate knew what was happening he was leveled by a savage hit. "What did I tell you guys?" Yearwood yelled, running out to the field. He got in the face of the defensive tackle who had knocked Nate to the ground, "what were you thinking son?" Yearwood turned to Nate, "you okay Foreman?" Nate nodded and pushed himself off the ground as he saw Yearwood look to the top of the stands. Nate followed his gaze and saw him looking at Carl Dandrich III and his daughter Carla. No wonder Yearwood was worried Nate thought. He didn't want to lose the team's new asset in front of the boss. "3-2 draw, again," Yearwood called. The defensive tackle that had leveled Nate switched with the end on his right. They shared a smile and stared Nate down. He knew what was coming. Again the quarterback faked left and handed off to Nate. Instead of pushing into the middle like the play called, Nate took a quick step backward and the overeager end in the tackle spot crashed at Nate's feet. Nate smiled, hurtled him and raced forward. The tackle that had slid over to end had moved into zone coverage and came charging toward Nate. By his speed and body angle Nate doubted the tackle was going to refrain from hitting him. Nate juked quickly to the right and powered forward. Even though the end was much bigger than him, Nate's rapid directional shift took the tackle by surprise and when Nate powered ahead his shoulder connected with the tackle's. Caught by surprise the contact spun the tackle to the ground. Nate stopped when he heard Yearwood's whistle. Out of the corner of his eye Nate saw Carla Dandrich standing and clapping. Nate bent down and offered the tackle a hand. The tackle broke into a grin as he took Nate's hand. "I'm Godsend Williams," he said with humor in his voice, "and that was some nice running rookie." "What was that Foreman? You're supposed to burst through that line, not dance on your toes! And you knocked Williams to the ground. I said minimal contact! I just came out here and yelled at Robinson," Yearwood yelled. "It was my fault coach," Williams said, stepping forward. "It was just minimal contact, it's just that he was so fast and my footing wasn't very good." Yearwood pursed his lips. He looked from Williams to Nate. "We're done for today," Yearwood finally said. Williams clapped a hand over Nate's shoulder. "So rookie, where ya gonna live?" Williams asked. Nate smiled, "I'm not sure, yet, we're going to look at some places tomorrow." "We?" "My girlfriend and I," Nate said. Williams smiled. "They always want to live by the beach in some expensive high rise." Looking over Nate's shoulder, Williams shot a big smile at Nate and turned to leave, "I think someone wants to congratulate you." From Williams' smile and what he'd seen on the field, Nate expected Carla Dandrich to be walking toward them. Instead it was a beautiful, lithe, black woman with long, tight dreads, smooth light black skin, faint blue eye shadow on her eyes and a simple outfit of black dress slacks and a burgundy dress blouse. Despite it's simplicity and conservativeness, the outfit showed off a toned body. Nate tried to prevent his eyes from drifting to her breasts beneath her blouse. Nate couldn't tell but he imagined they were big, firm breasts. "That was some nice running for a rookie," She said with a smile, after watching Nate check her out. "Thanks Ms. ...." Nate trailed off as she walked away. Nate jogged to catch up to Williams. "Who was that Williams?" Williams turned to Nate with a smile that said Nate should know who that was, "that's Channelle Francis from BMR Marketing. She uhhh, represents some of the players." *** "Nate, Reggie, you wanna grab a bite to eat and watch the UFC fight at LB TD's?" Williams called. "Sure," Reggie said quickly. Williams and Reggie turned to Nate. "You might run into Ms. Channelle Francis," Williams added with a grin. LB glared from his locker. "You coming too LB?" Williams asked. "I love spending money at my own restaurant," LB said, finally breaking a smile. The four of them walked out of the facility and Nate was about to say yes when he saw Rochelle leaning against the car they'd rented. "Damn, who is that?" Reggie asked. "My girlfriend," Nate said with a smile. "Didn't know you dated sisters," Reggie said with an embarrassed laugh. Nate was aware of LB glaring at both of them. Nate figured it was because he still hadn't said if he was going. "I better just play it quiet tonight, but thanks guys," Nate said, trotting off to give Rochelle a kiss. *** Back at the hotel Nate was flipping through the channels while Rochelle looked at herself in the mirror. "Do you want to go out tonight babe? Some of the guys are heading over to a place one of the guys owns," Nate said. Rochelle turned toward Nate and frowned, "I thought I'd have you to myself tonight. You got to spend all day with them." Nate nodded. "And don't forget we have that appointment with Jaihlen Tracy tomorrow," Rochelle said. "What's that about? Is he the realtor?" Rochelle knelt down so she was eye level with Nate, who was laying on the bed. "He's the guy from BMR Marketing that wants to talk to you about joining their marketing firm." "Ohh. I met someone else from BMR today. But yeah, I forgot about the appointment." "It's dinner," Rochelle said. She was still staring at Nate but one of her smiles stole across her face. That smile alone was usually enough to drive Nate crazy. Triple Threat Ch. 01 Rochelle was really close to Nate now and he could feel her breath on his ear. "If you stay in with me I'll give you one of your fantasies." "How can I say no," Nate said with a smile. Rochelle gave Nate a quick, wet kiss and disappeared into the bathroom. "I'm Consuela Jimenez with San Francisco Sports. After the first day of camp we wanted to get a quick preview of how the 49ers big acquisition -- Nate Foreman -- fared in his first day." Nate took a deep breath. "DE Daquan Robinson -- what did you think of Foreman's first day?" Robinson shrugged his shoulders, "he's a rookie. Rookies make mistakes. I wouldn't dwell on it." Nate shook his head. "DT Godsend Williams -- what did you think of Foreman?" "He's one of the fastest players I think I've played against. He's smart too. Great field vision. He's a great guy too..." Williams was cut off. "Mixed reports from camp. Maybe Foreman is the polarizing force many have worried about. I'm Consuela Jimenez, goodnight San Francisco." Nate sighed. Rochelle came out of the bathroom and Nate was speechless. She had on knee high black leather boots, a tight black miniskirt and a silky satin off-white blouse that only had a few buttons buttoned. Nate could see a lacy red bra underneath it. Rochelle's straightened black hair fanned out on her shoulders. She wasn't kidding Nate thought. She went all out. "Come here," Rochelle purred. Nate rolled over to the other side of the bed and walked to her. Rochelle wrapped her arms around Nate's neck and kissed him hard. Her breasts pressed against Nate and he could feel some of her naked skin where the blouse was unbuttoned. Nate's fingers slipped to Rochelle's waist and started to investigate when Rochelle pulled back. "Don't rush baby," she cooed. She walked over to the bed, bent over, running her hands along the bed. Her round ass stuck out at Nate. The skirt molded to her body, but it lifted up a bit at the back and Nate spied matching red lace panties. Rochelle looked over her shoulder at Nate seductively. Her boots elevated her a few inches and her ass seemed to be begging for attention. Nate ran his hand over it. Rochelle smiled. "Pull my skirt down," Rochelle mouthed. Nate worked her skirt down around her thighs and kissed her left cheek. Rochelle giggled. Nate leaned back and she stepped out of the skirt. Nate leaned in and kissed her right cheek and ran his hand along Rochelle's pussy. Rochelle murmured and Nate lay on top of her back to kiss her deeply on the mouth. "Put it in. I want to feel you inside me," Rochelle begged. "Do you have a condom?" Nate asked. "We're adults," Rochelle said, "Besides, I want to feel every inch of you." Nate hesitated for a second and then pushed her panties aside and drove into her. Rochelle let out a deep moan. Nate closed his eyes for a moment. He'd never fucked anyone bare back. If she felt every inch of him, he felt every inch of her. Nate opened his eyes. He wanted to drink this site in. Rochelle pushed forward, the boots propping her up to him. Her open blouse with her breasts falling out, her hair every which way. Her looking back at him, begging for more. Nate grabbed Rochelle's sides hard -- harder than he had before -- and Rochelle was surprised, but soon her smile replaced her look of surprise. Nate drove into Rochelle harder, and harder, and Rochelle's moans got louder the harder Nate went. Finally Nate heard her shriek as her body shook and spasms rippled through Rochelle as she moaned over and over. Rochelle looked back at him. "My God. Whatever came over you came over me like it never has before baby. God that was good," Rochelle said. Nate was still pushing in and out of her from behind. Rochelle looked Nate in the eye. "Let's do it," Rochelle said. "Do what?" Nate asked. "You told me the whole fantasy..." Rochelle drew out. Nate was surprised. Rochelle leaned forward and Nate popped out. "Let me do this first," Rochelle said with one of her ever-seductive smiles. Without hesitating she took all of Nate's length into her mouth. Nate saw her cheek bulge and felt the back of her throat. Rochelle pulled back, taking the base of Nate's cock in her hand. She bent back down and took the head of Nate's cock into her mouth and then pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head. "That should do," Rochelle said with a smirk. She pulled resumed her position on the bed with her legs on the floor and her ass staring at Nate. Nate held his cock in his hand and dragged the head of his cock up from Rochelle's pussy to her ass. He pushed her cheeks aside with one hand and positioned his cock at Rochelle's ass with his other. Nate took a deep breath. Nate pushed the head of his cock into Rochelle's ass. Rochelle grabbed the bed spread, twisting it as her head shook. "Agghh," Rochelle exhaled. She looked over at Nate and said, "more." Nate gently pushed farther in. It was the tightest feeling he had ever felt before. The pressure was intense and after the blowjob he was really feeling it. He bit down on his lip to stop from coming before he was all the way inside. "More," Rochelle called. Nate pushed in farther. The heat was intense too. Finally he was in to the hilt. Rochelle let out a moan that sounded more like pleasure than pain this time. "You are big," Rochelle giggled. "Okay, let's do this right," Rochelle added with a smile. Nate grabbed her hips and pulled her too him. He was slow at first but he went faster and faster. Rochelle was moaning louder than Nate had ever heard her before. When her body shuddered and she let out a deep, drawn out shriek, Nate was surprised. It was rare for her to come twice. Rochelle was soaked in sweat. Her blouse was glued to her like a glove. Her hair had begun to get matted. Nate thought she looked like pure sex. Rochelle pulled back until only the tip was in. Rochelle swirled her ass around the tip a bit and then pulled Nate out with her hand. "I want you to come in my pussy," Rochelle said softly. Rochelle rolled onto her back by the edge of the bed. She raised her legs over her head and grabbed each booted-foot with one hand. She spread her hips wide. "Give it to me," Rochelle said with a smile. Nate pushed into her once more. It wasn't as tight as her ass but Nate was already really close. "I want to feel your come dripping down inside me," Rochelle snarled. Nate was a little surprised at how dirty Rochelle was talking but it drove him over the edge. Nate let out a groan and began spurting inside Rochelle. Rochelle let out a groan of her own. She let go of her boots and her legs sprung around Nate, pulling him deeper inside of her as he came. Nate finally stopped. Rochelle had a huge smile on her face. She let go of Nate with her legs and swung above her head again, grabbing hold of them. She peaked around her legs and said in a sultry voice, "did you like that?" All Nate could do was nod. Triple Threat Ch. 02 **All characters are over 18 and FICTIONAL. **This is a SERIAL, like my other serial JUST IN TIME, so it is a running story. Please look for the following installments! **This is the SECOND episode. * ~ * ~ * ~ * Previously on Triple Threat: Nate Foreman is a phenom draft pick by the San Francisco 49ers and is just beginning training camp. His college sweetheart, Rochelle, gave Nate his sexual fantasy in an attempt to make Nate dependent on her and keep him from other girls. During practice Nate made friends with running back Reggie and defensive Tackle Williams, while earning the anger of L'Brickishaw (LB) Francis, the veteran running back who sees Nate as a threat. * ~ * ~ * ~ * Nate sighed as his eyes blinked open. A week into camp and he and Rochelle were still living in a hotel. Maybe that was one of the reasons Rochelle was being so distant. Well maybe not distant, just frigid. Nate looked at the empty covers next to him and looked toward the bathroom. Rochelle poked her head out. "Oh. You're awake." Nate laughed at the awkwardness of the situation. Rochelle didn't think anything was funny. "I'm having lunch with that BMR executive again today," Rochelle said. "Again?" "I had lunch with him the other day. I told you that," Rochelle said. Nate bit back a harsh retort and said instead, "why does he keep having lunch with you?" Rochelle's look made Nate wish he hadn't asked the question like that. "He's trying to convince me so I'll support BMR's pitch," Rochelle said. Nate nodded and lay back against the bed. *** "I'm not sure LB likes you," Reggie said, holding back a laugh. "What makes you say that?" Nate asked humorously. "In the sake of brevity I'll just say that he thinks you're going to take his team away," Reggie said. Nate looked at Reggie. The two backs had become friends. They talked about the team quite a bit but they'd never vocalized what was on a lot of players' minds. They heard the coach call out that practice was over and they headed toward the locker room. Talking on the side were Carla Dandrich, the owner's daughter, and Channelle Francis, a BMR executive that was usually on Nate's mind. Carla wore a simple white blouse and jeans. Now that Nate could see her up close, he realized she was a beautiful woman. She reminded him a lot of Cameron Diaz because of her short blond hair, thin body and tall stature. She had a similar laugh too and a face that was usually smiling. Channelle had dressed down today and just wore a 49ers t-shirt and jeans. The jeans were tight and Nate admired the curve of her legs. Her tight dreads were pulled back from her face and she wore her usual faint blue eye shadow. As always her lithe movements and grace reminded Nate of a jungle cat. The two women were whispering together and they seemed to be watching Nate and Reggie. Nate watched as Carla whispered something to Channelle. Channelle blushed and both girls burst into laughter. "Looking good boys," Carla called at them. "Hey, why don't you come out with us tonight Nate. It'd be good, you'd get to know some of the guys..." Reggie said. Nate shook his head. "I need to drag Rochelle out of her shell. She's been weird the last week," Nate said. Nate looked over his shoulder at Channelle Francis. Her back was too him and Nate's eyes ran up her curves. He sighed and went to hit the showers. When Nate walked out of practice he was cornered by a news van. He saw ESPN on the side so he begrudgingly decided to play nice. The interviewer, Paula Rosas, drank in the site of San Francisco's new star. He looked damn good she thought. She smiled at the little fit Erin Andrews had thrown when Rosas had gotten the assignment. "She's a damn SOCCER reporter!" Andrews had screamed. Rosas tucked her auburn hair behind her ears and motioned the cameraman forward. "Nate have you been working on any plays in the passing game this week?" "I work on the plays coach sets out for the day," Nate said noncommittally, trying to walk past the crew to his car. "What about trick plays?" "I'd rather not talk about plays we run in practice," Nate said and walked past Paula and got in his car. Paula sighed and in her head heard Erin Andrews laughing at her. He was hot but she doubted if her little ploy had been worth incurring Andrews' wrath. "Lets get some B-roll," Paula said dejectedly. *** After dinner Nate went for a jog to clear his head. Rochelle had continued her coldness and Nate was having trouble keeping his temper down. When he got back to the room it was late. He took a shower and when he was done the lights were out. Rochelle was in bed. Nate shrugged and got into bed. Rochelle's back was to him as she lay on her side away from him. Nate reached out for her shoulder but when he held her Rochelle didn't move. Nate sighed and rolled onto his back. Nate dreamt that night. It was one of those dreams where he knew he was dreaming but he enjoyed that he had the power to control his dream. He was on the beach. He didn't know why. Or how he got there. But he stayed asleep despite realizing he was dreaming. There were people on the beach that Nate knew but they all seemed intent on what they were doing. Nate saw one and walked over to her. "Hi Nate," she said. "Hi Channelle," Nate replied. "Do you want to go on a walk?" Channelle asked. Nate nodded. Channelle was wearing a neon green bikini that flashed against her light black skin. Nate's eyes feasted on her body. Her breasts looked just as tight and firm as Nate had thought they would be freed from her conservative clothes. Then again it was his dream. Channelle held her hand out to Nate and he took it. They walked along the beach, the waves beating against their feet as they walked farther and farther away from where they had been. Soon they were alone. They came to a small sand bank and Channelle suggested they wade in to cool off. They walked into the water until it reached their navels. Channelle faced Nate and looked at him expectantly. The water beat at her sides calmly and water dripped down her tight stomach. Her bikini maintained its neon green color. Nate bent down and kissed her. She didn't kiss back at first but Nate willed her too and she opened her mouth to him. Nate moved closer to her until her bikini touched his chest faintly. The fire Nate had first seen in Channelle's eyes came out and she kissed Nate harder. Nate wrapped his arms around her and lifted her in the water so that she was sitting on his knee with her legs floating on either side of Nate. Still she held the kiss. The surf pushed them closer to the shore and they drifted back to the beach. Channelle remained in Nate's arms and he pulled her to the beach and laid her down. She smiled at Nate. Nate wanted more. It was his dream. And he knew it. Nate leaned in close on Channelle, who was propping herself up on her arms, taking her chin in his hand and kissing her wetly. Nate's hand slid up to cup Channelle's breast through her bikini. Channelle effortlessly yanked the tie on her bikini and it fell away in Nate's hand. Channelle pushed Nate's head to her nipple and held him against her breast. Nate sucked hard and tongued her nipple. Channelle moaned deeply and Nate's hand slid down to her thigh. With another effortless tug, Nate saw Channelle's bikini panties slide a bit. They remained around her waist but a strong gust of wind would take them. Nate tentatively lifted them away. She was shaved all the way and her naked pussy stared back at Nate. Channelle pulled Nate's hand into her folds and tilted her head back. After awhile Channelle pushed Nate back and slid on top of him. She pushed his swim trunks down and pulled his hard cock out. Just as quickly as she had taken her bikini off, Channelle slid on top of Nate and took him inside her. Channelle let out a "mmm," as Nate felt himself slide in to the hilt. Nate couldn't remember the last dream he had had like this. Channelle ground her pussy against him and Nate closed his eyes to give himself over to the pleasure. And then. Like with most great dreams. Nate woke up. "I think you must have been dreaming of me," Rochelle said with a smile. Nate frowned. Rochelle's hand closed around his erection. Nate smiled. Rochelle looked at him closely and stroked him up and down a few times. Nate leaned in to kiss her and Rochelle let go of his cock and rolled out of bed. "I have to be in Oakland in an hour," she said, walking to the bathroom. Nate groaned. *** "Foreman!" Nate turned around. It was Coach Daniels. "I saw ESPN last night," he said in his laid back way. As always, Nate waited patiently. "Saw those questions. About trick plays. That was a good line you had. But, I thought to myself, seeing as how Brett Carr refuses to leave his house in Texas, we've got plenty of opportunities for you to throw some balls with the first team offense. Now," Coach said rushing to cut Nate off, "don't get too excited, I'm not sure if any of these plays will make it to the game, but we should practice them. Nate was smiling a little too much and Coach said again, "now don't get your hopes up, we're just doing our due diligence." Nate nodded and trotted over to Coach Yearwood to talk about the plays. It wasn't much, just a variation on a halfback pass where Nate would take a toss to the right then step back to the line of scrimmage and hit a receiver on the right side of the field. "Alright. We're gonna try something a little special, maybe do something crazy, shake some things up, get the fans excited. We're going to practice this halfback pass play Coach Yearwood drew up. Jo Chalmers, Wayne Turner, you two are going to line up on the right side. Chalmers, you run a skinny post from the slot. Turner, you run a deep hook away from the sideline. Whichever one of you beats coverage, its Foreman's job to hit you with the ball. Questions? Okay good. The defense doesn't know what we're running so we'll see how convincing we can make the halfback pass," Coach said. Chalmers and Turner eyed Nate skeptically as they lined up in the formation Coach had described. Nate looked at the defense. His sometimes nemesis DE Daquan Robinson was lined up by Turner and Nate suspected that Robinson was to drop back into zone. DT Godsend Williams, who had taken a liking to Nate, winked at him. "Hike!" The second string QB, Tim Ribovich tossed Nate the ball. He made toward the right side and Robinson and Williams closed in on him. Nate saw the hole created by Robinson abandoning his zone. Nate took a quick step back and zipped a bullet into Turner's stomach. Turner was surprised at how hard and fast Nate had thrown him the ball but he recovered and dodged a few defensive backs before being tackled. Nate looked over at Coach who was smiling and nodding. "Again," Coach called. "Hike!" Ribovich tossed Nate the ball. Nate rolled right. This time Robinson stayed in his zone but Williams was closing fast. Nate looked downfield and thought Chalmers could beat his man. Nate took a breath, cocked his arm back, and let go of a soft bomb that sailed down field. Chalmers looked over his shoulder, saw the ball and kept running. He got separation. Just a step, the ball was almost there. Another step. Chalmers reached out and pulled it in as he trotted into the endzone. "You've got a nice arm rookie," Williams said, clapping Nate on the shoulder. Nate smiled and turned to Coach who was clapping this time. They ran the play a couple more times from each side and moved on to other things. At the end of practice Nate again spied Channelle and Carla talking on the sidelines. Reggie came up behind him. "Man, you bring those two out like it's hunting season." Nate laughed and shook his head. This time the girls wanted to do more than laugh at them. "You have a good arm Foreman," Channelle said. "Call me Nate," Nate said, extending a hand. The women shared a smile and Channelle shook Nate's hand, "Channelle Francis." Nate nodded and shook Carla's hand too. LB came up behind them and bent down to kiss Channelle's cheek. "You've been coming to a lot of practices sis," LB said. Channelle just smiled and added, "business, bro." "You're his sister?" Nate blurted out. Channelle smiled while LB looked annoyed. "She's my sister," LB said possessively. "How many Francises do you think there are in San Francisco?" Channelle said with a laugh. Reggie dragged Nate into the locker room to save him. "I thought you knew," Reggie said with a laugh. "Well I do now," Nate said. "Why don't you come out with us and I'll introduce you to the other guys' sisters," Reggie said with a straight face, fighting back laughter. Nate laughed and said, "Okay." Reggie looked back at him, surprised. "Okay, I'll go out with you but you don't have to introduce me to the guys' sisters." It was Reggie's turn to laugh. "Do you need to run this by your woman?" Nate shook his head, "she's been moody lately. Besides, I think she's still in Oakland." "Well we're going out then," Reggie said excitedly. "Where you kids going?" Williams said coming up from behind. "Hadn't decided," Reggie said. "Well they don't call me Godsend for nothing. Let's hit up this place called The Precinct," Williams said. "You're taking us downtown?" "It's a club run by ex-firefighters Reggie, not cops," Williams said with a grin. *** Lights similar to sirens ringed the dance floor and blue and red lights hung above. Williams showed Reggie and Nate around. Shortly after, Turner and Chalmers joined them. A sultry hostess led them to a huge booth in the back that opened toward the dance floor below. Reggie ran his eyes up and down the hostess, taking in her black tights, short mini skirt and skimpy blank top. Williams shook his head and laughed, clapping his arm over Reggie's. "I wouldn't do that. I did -- and she gave me something." "One of my friends when I was growing up became a firefighter and he runs the club some nights. Maybe he'll stop by," Williams said. Nate looked down at the DJ spinning tracks below. He was a skinny kid bouncing back and forth between two computers. When Nate turned back to the table Robinson and LB were sliding into the booth. Williams exchanged high fives and fist pounds and the hostess brought them some drinks. A few more of the guys piled into the booth but Nate's eye was caught by a fight that was starting on the dance floor below. A hulking mass of a man was clutching the shirt of another humongous guy. Nate watched intently, sure that neither would back down. "Hey, those guys aren't players are the?" Nate asked Reggie. "Nah." When Nate turned back to the fight it had already gotten out of hand. Both were bleeding and with a huge punch, one of them was knocked back into the DJ, flattening the poor kid. Nate watched the kid stand up shakily and stumble a bit. "Concussion," Reggie said over Nate's shoulder. "What's up Ernie?" Nate turned to the new arrival that seemed to be Williams' friend, the manager. Ernie shook his head, "they took that poor boy down, and now we don't have a DJ." "I was just about to hit the floor!" Robinson complained. "I can work the computers," Nate said. Everyone turned to look at him. Even Reggie and Williams broke out laughing. "You?" Chalmers asked. Nate laughed to show he hadn't taken their laugher as malicious, "gimme a shot. I used to spin parties in high school and did it in college to make some money." "I'd let you spin tracks even if you sucked. It's not everyday a 49er volunteers to work the club!" Ernie laughed. "Well hook me up with some drinks and some for the table and I'll show you what I got," Nate said. Ernie nodded and motioned for Nate to follow him down the stairs. Nate passed a sexy blonde in a tight white dress that fit her like a glove. Her gold locks bounced with her head and her tanned skin gave her a glow that caught Nate's eye. The blonde looked Nate up and down and smiled back. "Ladies and gentlemen I have a pleasant surprise for you all! Tonight only, new 49ers first round pick, Nick Foreman, is going to spin some tracks for you!" The crowd on the dance floor clapped and cheered. Nate took a deep breath, looked at the computers and skimmed through the tracks. Nate smiled and clicked on a track. The Beatles' "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," started playing. The 49ers in the bench rolled their eyes. Then Jay-Z's "What More Can I Say" started playing over The Beatles. Robinson shrugged. "Not bad, not bad. I'm gonna hit the floor," Robinson said, sliding out of the booth. Robinson moved down with Turner and Chalmers following him. When Jay-Z finished Robinson poked his head around the computer. "Hey rookie -- how bout' something really old school?" Robinson asked. Nate nodded. Led Zeppelin's "The Song Remains the Same" began to play. Robinson raised his hands at Nate. Nate smiled and dropped KRS-One's "Attendance" over it. Robinson smiled and started dancing with a red head while Chalmers and Turner chuckled and turned to find girls. After an hour or so Robinson came around and clapped a hand on Nate's shoulder. "You're okay rookie -- you really are," Robinson said. Nate smiled. "Come back and have some drinks," Robinson said. Robinson waited for Nate to grab his drink and he saw Nate's eyes go to that suntanned blonde who was eyeing him right back. "Come up stairs with us," Robinson called to her. Both she and Nate were surprised. But she smiled and nodded her assent. "My name is Erica," she said, falling into step with Nate. "Nate." "I know," she smiled. They slid back into the booth. It was just Robinson and his red head, Chalmers and a skinny black girl, LB, and Williams and the hostess. "That was pretty good rookie," Williams said. Nate leaned next to Williams and said, "I thought you said she gave you something." "Yeah, a hard on! I just said that so I wouldn't have to compete with so many of you young kids!" Nate laughed. A few rounds later, Nate was getting pretty drunk. "How about this rookie. If you can beat me, shot for shot, I'll foot the bill," LB said. Nate looked at him and his stomach rumbled. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. "You gotta pay anyways rookie," Williams said, "might as well try." Nate nodded. The hostess disappeared and came back with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. She poured generous shots for both and handed them to Nate and LB. LB looked at Nate, and drained his shot. Nate drained his. The hostess poured another shot for each of them and Nate did some alcohol math. He'd had about twelve shots already in the last two hours. LB held his shot in the air and knocked it back. Nate followed. "He can spin, he can drink, he can run, he I like -- I think," Robinson said. Nate tipped his shot glass to Robinson and placed it back on the table where the hostess refilled it. Nate threw back. LB followed. Nate's stomach growled louder. Fourteen. LB tipped his head back and slammed his shot glass back on the table. Nate looked at his shot and shook his head. The table laughed and LB smiled too. "I gotta role guys, but this is on me. The rookie can really drink," LB said, getting up. "I gotta go to the bathroom," Nate said. "Downstairs," the hostess said. "I do too," Erica said. They walked down together. Triple Threat Ch. 02 Nate was really drunk. College drunk he thought. That was pretty far-gone. He and Erica made it to the bathrooms. There was a mens, a womens, and a family bathroom that was just a room. Erica put her arms around Nate's neck and kissed him hard. Nate was surprised. But not that surprised. With all the alcohol in him, all Nate did was kiss her back. Erica's hand fell to Nate's crotch and her hand slipped into his pants. "Mmm," Erica murmured in Nate's ear. "Let's go into this one," Erica said, pulling Nate into the family bathroom. Erica locked it behind them, her hand still down Nate's pants. Erica pulled Nate's cock out and in a single sultry movement dropped into a squat in front of Nate and stuffed his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down fast and Nate's head rolled back. Erica smiled up at him with his cock in her mouth. Nate looked down at her. Her white dress was around her thighs and Nate saw her supple thighs that were tanned a sexy golden color. Erica kept moving her head up and down. Her hand caressed Nate's balls softly. Nate groaned. Erica smiled around Nate's cock and pulled back and stood up just as quickly as she'd dropped to her knees. She turned around and grabbed the handicap accessible handlebar and shot Nate her most powerful come-hither look. It worked. Nate came up behind her and stroked her sides through her dress. Erica purred and moved her ass into Nate's bulging erection. Erica moved side to side, teasing Nate. Nate blinked through his alcohol haze and pulled her dress up around her thighs. No tan lines Nate thought. Erica looked over her shoulder at him. Nate pushed her g-string aside and pushed into her pussy from behind. Nate closed his eyes. Erica groaned loudly. Nate pushed into her harder and harder and Erica pushed back amid her increasingly louder moans. Nate grabbed her ass and moved into her faster. He slid his hand around and grabbed at Erica's breasts aggressively. Erica moved her body so that it molded against Nate's grasping for her chest. Every part of her body was against Nate. Her scent filled Nate and he slid back and grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. "Oh yes," she moaned, "harder." Nate pushed into her harder and harder. "Oh...oh oh oh ohhh..." she screamed. She rested her head on one of her arms. Her panting was still labored as Nate kept pushing into her. "Fuck me harder," she ordered, "give it to me." Nate did. She drove him crazy. Erica pulled herself to the bar and Nate's cock slid out of her. She pushed Nate aggressively against the wall and dropped to her knees again. With a gulp she took Nate into her mouth and attacked his balls with her hand. Her other hand moved up and down Nate's shaft with her mouth. Nate reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears. She looked up at him with big eyes but she kept her lips wrapped around his cock. Nate stroked her hair and his hand slid behind her head and he pushed Erica's mouth down farther. Nate heard her gag but still she didn't let up. Nate felt the back of her throat. Erica swirled her tongue and Nate felt a sensation at the base of his cock. She bobbed her head around him, focusing on the tip while her hand worked Nate's shaft. Then she took all of him deep inside her throat again. Nate groaned and started coming down Erica's throat. She looked up at him the whole time, which drove him over the edge. She swallowed most of it but some of it trickled out, down her chin. She took two of her fingers and dragged it back up to her mouth. Finally she let Nate out from her mouth and stood up. She smoothed her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, and went back to the club. Triple Threat Ch. 03 **All characters are over 18 and FICTIONAL. **This is a SERIAL, like my other serial JUST IN TIME, so it is a running story. Please look for the following installments! **This is the THIRD episode. * ~ * ~ * ~ * Previously on Triple Threat: Nate Foreman, phenom 49ers draft pick is bonding with his teammates over drinks while he spins some tracks. His college sweetheart, Rochelle, has been distant and has spent a lot of time with a marketing executive who seems to want to sign Nate. Nate continues to be the topic on ESPN while the coach works with Nate on trick plays while the starting quarterback remains out of camp. Nate dreams of L'Brickishaw's sister, Channelle Francis while he remains unfulfilled by Rochelle. While drunk, Nate has a quickie with a girl at the bar where he was with his teammates. * ~ * ~ * ~ * Nate's dalliance continued to plague his mind but Rochelle seemed to be less and less in tune with him, spending more and more time without him. Finally Nate told Rochelle. He was surprised at how indifferent she seemed when he told her. But she did punish Nate by staying away from his touch. They drifted farther and farther apart and Nate started going out more and more with Reggie and Williams and his other teammates. After a few long hard weeks of camp, the players had a short weekend off before preseason practice got under way. Nate was going to go home and visit his family but he was unsure if Rochelle would even come with him. "Did you get the tickets yet?" "What?" "To visit your parents," Rochelle retorted. "I uhhh. I was just going to have one of the guys drop me at the airport after practice." "What about me?" Rochelle asked. "I didn't think you would want to go," Nate said slowly. "Because your parents hate me?" Rochelle snapped. "Because you've been really distant lately and it seems like you have a group of friends here and I thought you'd want to stay," Nate replied quickly. "Why would you think that?" Rochelle asked. "Because you spend a lot of time out and I thought you'd have more fun doing that," Nate said. "I'll pick you up from practice tomorrow and we'll go. I'll order the tickets now," Rochelle said, walking out of the bedroom. Nate just shook his head. *** "Nate, Nate! Just a quick comment on this...are you worried that Brett Carr has missed all of camp?" A young local reporter called after Nate as he walked into the practice facility. "No comment," Nate said under his breath. Reggie smiled when he saw Nate. "They sure do love you," Reggie laughed. Nate just rolled his eyes and got ready for practice. "All right boys, we're reaching the end of camp and some of you have looked good, and some of you have a lot to prove," Coach said, his eyes circling the room. "Enjoy your break, enjoy your families, and Monday we get ready for Dallas," Coach said. The guys nodded. "What are you doing LB?" Nate asked. LB glared at Nate, and Williams laughed, coming up behind Nate. "LB here thinks you've got eyes for his sister," Williams said. "I just asked what he was doing with his break," Nate protested. LB continued to glare at Nate. "Well I'm going to Texas, so she's safe," Nate said with humor. Rochelle was waiting for Nate when practice ended. When Nate slid into the car, he almost choked on the tension. "Look Nate, I need to tell you something..." "No it's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I'm glad you're coming with me." Nate looked at Rochelle closely and finally saw her nod slightly. *** Nate and Rochelle seemed to have first class to themselves. "This is your pilot speaking..." Once they were in the air Nate unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Rochelle. She was staring out the window. Her red top was tied at her neck and her matching red lipstick took Nate's breath. Her beautiful black legs shone against the contrast of the short white miniskirt they peeked out of. Nate leaned in and whispered in Rochelle's ear. "There is one thing we always said we wanted to do..." Nate trailed off. Rochelle looked into Nate's eyes and for the first time in awhile they shared a smile. Nate's hand stroked the inside of Rochelle's thigh and Nate's lips moved to Rochelle's but they didn't touch. Rochelle moved her chin forward to kiss Nate but he moved back with a grin and left his seat for the bathroom. Nate closed the door but didn't slide the "occupied" lever. He looked in the mirror at himself and smiled. The door opened and Rochelle slipped in behind Nate. She leaned over his back and sucked on his ear. Her hand slid down to cup Nate's growing erection through his pants. Rochelle moved her hand up and down Nate's hardening shaft. One finger snaked out and slid Nate's fly open and her hand moved inside to pull Nate's cock out. Rochelle closed her hand around Nate's cock and stroked him up and down as she sighed in Nate's ear. Rochelle let go of Nate's cock and pushed Nate against the door. With a sultry stare Rochelle lifted herself on top of the sink counter where her skirt flayed out. Nate spied a wet spot on her panties. Nate's eyes returned to Rochelle's who held her seductive stare as her hand moved down to her own crotch and stroked herself through her panties. "Come here big boy," Rochelle purred, pushing her panties to the side to expose her pussy. Nate pushed into her in one quick stroke and Rochelle groaned. "Oh yeah," Rochelle moaned, "harder," she begged. Nate began pushing into her faster and faster. Rochelle's legs closed around Nate and pulled him into her deeper as her breathing grew faster. She bit down on her lip to stop from screaming out as her body shook around Nate's thrusts. Rochelle finally regained her breathing and pushed Nate back gently this time. She pulled her feet back from around Nate and stood back up. She turned around and reached back to stroke Nate's cock as she looked at him over her shoulder. She leaned against the mirror with her back to Nate as she pushed the head of Nate's cock into her pussy. She flexed her pussy muscles around the head of Nate's cock sending ripples of pleasure down Nate's crotch. Nate pushed up into Rochelle again and once again Rochelle grunted a groan of being totally filled. With her hands against the mirror Rochelle pushed back against Nate's thrusts. Rochelle reached up to her neck with one hand and untied her top, and the flap fell down, exposing her breasts. Nate cupped both of her breasts from behind as he worked his palm over her nipples. Rochelle's eyes rolled back as her body shook. Nate's hands slid down to Rochelle's waist and pulled her to him over and over as Nate throbbed inside her as his orgasm ripped through him. Nate let out a big sigh as he laid his head down on Rochelle's back. *** While the flight was quite enjoyable, the reception Nate walked into wasn't. "Nate, why are you in town so close to the start of the preseason?" "Nate, what role has the coach carved out for you in the offense?" Nate's head moved back and forth trying to keep up. He was getting whiplash. "Nate, are you here to get Bret Carr to attend practice?" "Nate, will you comment on the story that your girlfriend has been having an affair with a BMG executive?" Nate's face went wide. "What about the comment that there's a sex tape on the internet?" "What?" Nate gasped. Rochelle blushed and pulled Nate through the crowd of reporters to two women standing off from the crowd. One was a gorgeous blonde who filled out her tight blue jeans and simple white tank top like few women could. She had straight blond hair down to her shoulders that framed a beautiful bright face. Her chest was small and perky and she didn't wear a bra under her tank top. The other had light red hair and faint freckles that fanned out over her cheeks and sun kissed shoulders. Her baby blue tank top was tight around her chest and the tank top leant Nate a good view of her tight stomach. She was thin and tall but few would describe her as anything but beautiful "Hey bro," the blonde said, leaning in and giving Nate a kiss on the cheek. "Wow, you grew up fast!" Nate laughed, embracing his sister Bridgette in a big hug. "Chelsea wanted to come too," Bridgette said, motioning toward the red head. Nate turned to the red head and gave her an awkward hug. Rochelle glared at both of them. "Oh give it a rest Rochelle," Bridgette snapped, "they've known each other since they were seven." "Shouldn't you be the one doing the explaining," Chelsea added with a sweet smile. "Come on come on," Bridgette said, ushering them all to the car. "...and hometown sensation Nate Foreman has returned home a week before the 49er's first preseason game rumors swirl that Coach Daniels has sent him to get starting quarterback Bret Carr to report to practice..." "We don't need that on," Chelsea said. Nate nodded his thanks. The rest of the car ride was silently awkward but Nate's thoughts were elsewhere. *** "Oh honey it's so great to have you home," Nate's mom said, holding her son tight. "It's good to see you son," Nate's dad said, holding Nate's hand in a tight grip. "Hello Rochelle," Nate's parents said frostily, "seems like you've been getting some press too Rochelle." Rochelle blushed and looked down at the ground as she brought her bag into the house. Chelsea covered a grin with her hand. Nate was distracted as his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was from Reggie. SRY DUDE. Nate's brow furrowed. OVER WHAT? Nate responded. SAW THE VID. Reggie replied. WHAT VID? Nate asked. ... Reggie replied. Then it hit Nate. ITS REAL? Nate texted. EMAIL. Reggie texted. Bridgette ushered Nate inside as he kept texting. Nate was oblivious as Chelsea said her goodbyes. Sure Nate knew he had strayed but this was unbelievable. He'd told Rochelle because his conscience had surfaced. But if the reports were true, this had been going on for a while. And there was a tape for crying out loud. Dinner was a blur. Nate's mom had made his favorite meal but Nate barely noticed. Nate couldn't stop thinking about what Reggie had said. Reggie had said he'd email him. He probably meant he would send Nate the video. Should he watch it? He needed to. Finally dinner was over. Everyone was asleep. Rochelle had gone to bed early, refusing to look at Nate or answer any questions. Nate looked around the dark house and decided everyone was asleep. He slipped into the study and opened his email. There was a video attachment. Nate took a deep breath and downloaded the email. Nate looked around and found a pair of headphones and plugged them into the speakers. He pressed the play button. They were in an office. The BMR office. Rochelle's chocolate skin shone in the fluorescent lighting as she slid her black lace panties down her smooth legs. She looked at the camera the whole time. Nate swallowed hard as Clayvon Cole, the BMR executive assigned to sign him, moved behind Rochelle. His muscled body dwarfed Rochelle's naked form. She was prostrate before him and the camera captured the subtle arch of her back and the round curve of her ass. Rochelle turned to look back at Clayvon but his strong hand prodded her shoulder forward and her face filled the camera again. Clayvon pulled Rochelle backwards and the camera saw Clayvon drive into Rochelle hard from behind. Clayvon reached over Rochelle to tilt the camera down so the camera could see his cock pistoning in and out of Rochelle. Nate's eyes bulged as he saw Calyvon's huge black cock. It was a monster. Rochelle screamed into the camera as Clayvon pushed into her again and again. Nate looked away. "Oh yes, keep going," Nate heard Rochelle beg. Nate turned back to watch Rochelle's face contort as the camera caught her orgasm. Nate was transfixed. Rochelle's mouth flew open as another orgasm ripped through her. "Harder baby," Rochelle coed through her throes of passion. Clayvon roughly pushed Rochelle over and propped her legs above his shoulders and pushed into her once more. Rochelle grunted in pain at first and then became breathless as Clayvon pushed into her again and again. Clayvon grunted and pulled back. Rochelle's legs fell to the floor and Clayvon leaned forward as his huge cock spurted all over Rochelle's chest. Christ that's a lot Nate thought. Rochelle dragged Clayvon's sticky cum over her breasts and licked her palm seductively at the camera. Nate put his head in his hands. *** Nate woke up early that morning. He had stayed on his own side of the bed that night. As had Rochelle. The clock radio said it was 7:16. Nate rustled his hair with his hands and went down to get the paper. His cell phone rang and Nate answered, expecting it to be Reggie. "Nate?" The voice asked. "Yeah, what's up?" "This is Bret Carr." The voice waited. "Oh. Wow. How's it going Bret?" "I'm doing great. I was wondering if you wanted to play a little catch with me and some of the other guys I've been working with in the off season." "Well sure. When?" "How about I send a car for you now," Carr said. "Alright, I'll get my stuff together," Nate said. "Nothing serious, just put on something comfortable and we'll give you some pads here," Bret said, hanging up the phone. Nate thought for a moment. He looked at his phone and decided to dial another number. "It's 7:30 in the morning Foreman, this better be good," Coach Daniels barked. "Bret Carr just called me coach," Nate said. "I see. Well why are we yapping about it?" Coach asked. "I wanted you to know about it so you didn't think I was going off on my own or running around your back," Nate said. "Well in that case I'm glad we are yapping about it," the Coach paused, "because it shows maturity and loyalty...and I like that." Nate smiled as the Coach went on. "Just butter him up and get him back to San Francisco," the Coach finished gruffly. Nate ducked back into his room where Rochelle was still asleep to pull on some clothes. He left a note on the kitchen table as a Jeep pulled up. A gangly teenager was at the wheel. Nate ducked under and pulled himself into the front seat. "You the big guy's gopher?" "I'm his son," the kid said, chuckling. *** The kid pulled up to a high school, reached behind the seat and pulled on a jersey that said Stony River High in block letters. Nate smiled and jogged after the young Carr. Nate spotted Bret Carr immediately. His 6'1 battle hardened frame looked at ease on the field as he tossed balls with the young high schoolers and chatted with an old man with a clipboard. Carr smiled and as he continued talking to the coach he rifled a ball at Nate. Nate was a little surprised, but he caught the ball. Carr smiled and jogged over to Nate. Carr shook Nate's hand with a firm grip. "Let's see if we can show these youngsters how to play ball," Carr said with a grin. After working out with the high school team of Stony River High for two hours Carr pulled Nate aside. "Let's cut the crap. We could be something exciting this year. The two of us. And I know I needed to get in some reps. I'll fly back this week and see you on the practice field. And I'm going to talk to Daniels and Dandrich about our depth chart. Seems like LB doesn't have much left in the tank. And I wouldn't mind having another white guy in the huddle..." Carr kept going on but Nate realized what this was. Something dawned on Nate. "You go to school here?" Nate interrupted. "Oh. Well. Yeah," Carr answered. "I've gotta go," Nate said. Nate had the young Carr drop him off at Abilene Preparatory School. Since the parking lot was emptying, Nate figured practice was over. "Coach Harding?" Nate asked the man whose back was to him. A small man with grey receding hair in a crumpled royal blue polo shirt turned around and a smile spread across his face. "My boy!" The man said opening his arms. Nate bent down to give him a firm embrace. "I need help," Nate said. Coach Harding smiled and nodded. "You want advice on navigating depth chart politics?" Nate shook his head, "I think I've got that figured out." "Have you seen the news about..." "I don't watch crap like that Nate, you know that!" Coach Harding barked. "I don't know what to do..." Nate started. "Sure you do sonny, you just want me to tell it to you," Coach Harding interrupted gruffly. Nate stared. "If you loved her you wouldn't be here. You wanted me to tell you what to do because you know I don't stand for any of that crap." Nate just nodded. Coach Harding's gruff look finally gave way to pity. Nate looked down. Coach was right. *** "Rochelle," Nate said into the cell phone. "Yeah," Rochelle said. "Can you come and pick me up? I'm at the high school, Bridgette will drive you." "Sure," Rochelle said. Nate looked at the cell phone as the call ended. Like most of their conversations lately it was short, curt, and cold. Bridgette pulled up a few minutes later with Rochelle. "Can you give us a few minutes?" Nate asked Bridgette. She nodded and moved away. Rochelle's eyes were downcast. "I thought about what I was going to say for quite awhile. All things I wanted to say. But there isn't much point. We're done and we both know it. No sense in making this any harder than it needs to be." Nate looked at Rochelle expectantly. She held his gaze and then nodded finally. "I'm going to have Bridgette take you to the airport. I want you to take an early flight back and clean out your things." Nate motioned Bridgette back over. "Can you take her to the airport? She's going to catch an early flight?" Bridgette just nodded. "Thanks, I'll find my own way home," Nate said. "Chelsea?" "Hey Nate, what's up?" "I'm at the high school, can you come pick me up?" "Ummm. Well I was about to go for a run and work out but I guess I could pick you up first." "Thanks!" Nate said. A few minutes later Chelsea's old beat up convertible pulled into the parking lot. This car brought different thoughts than the car before. Nate opened the door and plopped down into the passenger seat. Chelsea was dressed to work out. She wore tennis shoes and high sports socks that rose halfway to her knee. She had on black mesh sport shorts that fell less than halfway to her knee and she wore a thin cut up t-shirt where Nate could see her black sports bra through the thin fabric. Chelsea smiled when she saw Nate checking her out. "You could have called your sister," Chelsea said. "She's driving Rochelle to the airport," Nate said. "So that's why you called me, you're lonely," Chelsea teased. "No. Well yes. But. It's not like that," Nate said. Chelsea giggled and Nate looked at her happy face as her freckles danced on her cheeks. Chelsea pulled to a halt and palmed Nate's face playfully. "It's okay Romeo, I know what this is," she said. Nate realized they were at Chelsea's house. "What is this?" Nate asked. "Nostalgia. Heartbreak. Lust. Comfort. But it's okay," Chelsea said. "I need comfort too," She added slyly. "And my parents are out of town," Chlesea added quickly, grabbing Nate's hand. Nate opened his mouth. "You have to give me a work out Nate," Chelsea giggled and pulled him towards the door. Chelsea kissed him hard as she fumbled with the keys at the door. It was wet and it was familiar and it was exactly what the doctor ordered. Nate pressed himself against Chelsea and kissed her back just as hard. Chelsea smiled through the kiss and finally got the door open. Triple Threat Ch. 03 They bounced across the walls of the front hallway as they took turns aggressively attacking each other's mouths with their own. "Here," Chelsea grinned, grabbing a handful of Nate's shirt and pulling him into the living room. They stumbled to a couch and Chelsea pushed Nate down. Chelsea stepped back and flashed Nate a grin as she slowly slid her t-shirt up her chest and pulled it slowly over her head. She stood in her socks, shorts, and sports bra with a steady gaze down at Nate. She slipped her bra quickly over her head and her pert breasts stood to attention. She stepped into Nate and pulled his face to her stomach. Nate kissed her softly and his tongue found her navel. Chelsea smiled and her head fell back as Nate kissed up her stomach. Chelsea sighed and slid down to straddle one of Nate's open legs so that his mouth could close around one of Chelsea's nipples. Chelsea let out another contented sigh as Nate sucked her other nipple. Chelsea pushed Nate's mouth away and gently pushed Nate back against the couch. Chelsea slid between Nate's open thighs as her hand slid to Nate's pants. With a few snaps she pulled them down and pulled out Nate's aching cock. Chelsea licked up the shaft and swirled her tongue around the head while her hands cupped Nate's balls. Chelsea grabbed Nate's shaft firmly as she ran her tongue up it again and again until she stared up into Nate's eyes and took his whole length into her mouth. Chelsea's head bobbed up and down Nate's shaft. The softness of the back of Chelsea's throat massaged the tip of Nate's cock. Finally Chelsea released Nate from her warm softness and stepped out of her shorts and panties. "You like it when I keep the socks on, don't you," Chelsea said softly. It was one of the hottest things Nate had ever heard. He nodded. Chelsea's hand stroked the hair on Nate's chest as she stood over him and then slid over him to straddle his chest. She lifted her waist up and dropped her dripping mound onto Nate's cock. It was nostalgia in that Nate had missed this connection, the ease at which the two of them merged their bodies. Chelsea's hand stroked Nate's cheek as she pulled his mouth to hers. She thrust her tongue into Nate's mouth as Nate thrust inside her. "Mmmm," Chelsea murmured over and over. Chelsea lifted off Nate after a few minutes and turned around to stand between Nate's thighs and slid back down to take Nate inside her. Chelsea grabbed Nate's knees as she bent her own to take Nate into her over and over. Chelsea leaned backwards into Nate, arching her back to meet Nate's chest. Her hand cradled Nate's neck and pulled his mouth to hers hungrily. Nate's left hand stroked Chelsea's clit as he pushed into her while his right hand cupped one of her breasts. Chelsea's full weight was on Nate and her soft milky skin made Nate smile. Her hand remained entangled around Nate's neck as she stroked his hair. Her fingers tightened their grip through Nate's hair as her body shook. Her mouth let out a few quick gasps before she screamed a few "ohs." Nate's hand released Chelsea's clit and she sighed as she began riding Nate up and down faster and faster as she propped her hands against the coffee table as she raised and lowered herself faster and faster up and down Nate's cock. Chelsea flexed her pelvic muscles and the tightness seared through Nate as her pussy seemed to close over Nate like a globe. "Oh God Chelsea. Oh yes. Oh yes. That feels so good," Nate couldn't speak as his orgasm seared through him as he came inside Chelsea. When he was done Chelsea leaned against him with a smile and pulled his mouth to hers to kiss him wetly. "I missed you too you know," Chelsea said.