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Forbidden Affairs Shared by the football team 5
The mirror didn’t recognize me anymore.I stood in my dorm bathroom the morning after, bruises blooming on my thighs, hickeys painting my breasts like war marks. My body pulsed in places I hadn’t known could ache. My voice was nearly gone. My eyes, though—they were still wild. Still full of the things I couldn’t say out loud.Because how do you explain letting an entire football team claim you?How do you confess you liked it?I should’ve felt shame.I didn’t.I felt full. Used. Worshipped. And now… I felt empty without them.By midweek, I was checking my phone constantly, waiting for something—anything. But nothing came. No notes. No texts. No mysterious appearances in hallways or cornered whispers between lockers. It was like I’d been erased.Used and tossed aside.But I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg.I waited.Because I knew better.They weren’t done with me. Not yet.It came Friday night.A knock on my door, just after midnight.I opened it without thinking.Silas stood there.Not smil
Forbidden Affairs Shared by the football team 4
The party wasn’t advertised. No flyers, no invites, not even a group chat. Just a whispered address and a time, slipped into my phone by Silas after the game. One line.“Come dressed to be unwrapped.”I arrived in a dress that clung like second skin. No bra. No panties. Just heels and heat thrumming beneath my skin, blood pounding with a rhythm I couldn’t quiet. I didn’t know who would be there. I didn’t care. I was past the point of questions. Past shame. All that remained was the need pulsing through me. The kind only they could satisfy.The house was dark from the outside, but I could hear music thrumming inside. Low, bass-heavy, seductive. I walked to the door and knocked.It opened instantly.Jordan stood there. His face shadowed, his lips curved in a knowing smile.“Right on time,” he said.He stepped aside to let me in, but didn’t lead me to the living room. Instead, he took my hand and brought me upstairs. The hallway smelled like aftershave and sin. Dim lights flickered along
Forbidden Affairs Shared by the football team 3
They told me not to wear panties.I didn’t know if it was a joke or a command, but when I pulled on the tight black dress they left for me, I obeyed. My thighs trembled the entire walk to the stadium. Not from cold—but from the memory of how my body still pulsed from the night before.My skin still wore their fingerprints. My lips still tasted like sweat and musk and control.And I wanted more.Silas met me at the side gate, hidden behind the equipment truck. His eyes raked over my body the second I stepped into view. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak.He just reached out and slid his hand up my bare thigh, stopping when his fingers met the heat between my legs.“Good girl,” he murmured.He handed me a clipboard, then a pass on a lanyard.“Ball girl,” it said. Like I was official.I wasn’t.I was theirs.“Stay close to the bench,” he said. “Don’t make eye contact with the coaches. And if we win this game, you know what comes after.”I nodded, heart pounding.The game started. I stayed
Forbidden Affairs Shared by the football team 2
I didn’t sleep that night. Not really.I laid in bed with my thighs pressed together and my fingers tangled in the sheets, body still tingling from the kiss. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on mine again—rough, claiming, unapologetic. I kept replaying his words.You’re ours now.The next morning, I tried to pretend I’d dreamt it. I kept my head down, wore a hoodie, and avoided the athletic center like it held a curse. But deep down, I was waiting for something. A text. A confrontation. A callout. Anything.By evening, I had convinced myself they’d moved on. That it was a game for Silas and nothing more.I was wrong.The note was slipped into my locker between classes. No name, no signature. Just an address, a time, and one line.“Come if you want more.”I didn’t ask how they found my schedule. I didn’t want to know. I held the note all day like it was poison and a drug rolled into one.By 9 p.m., I was outside the address scribbled in black ink. A large brick house near
Forbidden Affairs Shared by the football team 1
It started with a dare. A stupid, drunk, late-night dare that should have ended with a laugh and a blurry video on someone’s phone, not with me standing frozen in the doorway of the men’s locker room, heart pounding so hard I swore the sound would give me away. I should have walked away the second I saw the light bleeding under the door, should have turned around when I heard the low rumble of male voices echoing off the tiled walls. But I didn’t. I pushed the door open anyway.It creaked like a confession, and for a second, I panicked. I held my breath. Nothing happened. No alarms. No shouts. No one came running. So I slipped inside.The room smelled like sweat and cologne and something rawer, heavier, the kind of scent that hits deep in the chest and makes your thighs clench without permission. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t want to. There was a pull in my gut I didn’t recognize but couldn’t resist. The noise grew clearer. Someone was laughing. Someone else groaned. Then I heard a
Forbidden Affairs Stepsisters 3
They swore it wouldn’t happen again. Swore with the smell of sex still hanging between them and their bodies tangled in sweat and silence. But Brielle knew the way Delilah clung to her after was not a goodbye. It was a promise. A weak one. One neither of them believed. When morning came, Delilah was gone from her side, the silk robe missing, her presence wiped clean like she had never been there. Except for the faint pink nail marks on Brielle’s back. The scent of her still clinging to her skin. The ache between her legs that reminded her exactly what she’d done. What they’d done.She didn’t see Delilah all day.The house felt colder without her, too quiet. Brielle lit a cigarette, paced the kitchen, scrolled through her phone just to hear noise. She hated the waiting. Hated how much she wanted her to walk back into the room and act like nothing happened. Or maybe act like it meant everything.When the front door creaked open around noon, Brielle’s heart kicked like a trap snapping sh
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