The Quarterback And The Ballerina Novels & Stories

“The team is working hard to continue our good luck this year, and without them, I wouldn’t be here. We’ve been incredibly fortunate.” “What is the current relationship status for our favorite young quarterback?” the second reporter asks. She pulls a piece of paper from her blazer. “Does this have anything to do with the singer from the podcast, Ophelia Lane?” I hold back a grunt. “She’s insanely talented. You should all check out her music; it’s great.”

Dante listened to her quietly until she was done talking. Then he told her about a professional quarterback he'd been studying on film all week. His hands moved through the air, tracing the trajectory of a specific, complex play as he spoke. She watched the movement of his fingers and thought about how deeply he actually loved the game. It wasn't about the money, the upcoming NFL draft, or the intense public attention. It was just the actual game. "You really love football," she said softly, interrupting his flow. He looked up, his eyes focusing on her face. "Yeah."

Danae asks, as she takes her finger out of her pussy and removes her hand from her top. "Um... over... here." Stutters a large white guy, sitting on a bench close to the front. "I'm... the... um... quarterback." He says, licking his lips. "Well." Danae says, sitting on his lap. "When you win." She says, scooting her ass around and running her wet finger under his nose. "I'm going to do you first." She says, pushing her juicy finger into his mouth. "And then, I'm going to do every one of you!" She yells, jumping off the quarterbacks lap and kicking her legs in the air. More hollers and whistles fill the locker room.

Highland had the ball on the 27-yard line when its offensive unit took the Field. "There's Mitchell." yelled Hailey. "He's number 12. He must be the quarterback. He looks hot even with a football helmet on." Melissa glanced over at Christine to see her reaction. Christine had her pocketbook straps twisted in knots. She was staring intently at the playing Field as she tortured her purse. Melissa smiled to herself and returned her attention to the game. It was plain that Christine had not been exactly truthful about her feelings for the young man that had asked her to the dance. As that thought crossed her mind, a roar went up from Highland's section.

Noble invited Alina to dance, although many people were still talking, their attention was focused on the two of them. "I don't know how to dance, Noble." She knew how to dance, but she didn't want to dance with Noble. "It's okay, you can step on my feet." As soon as he finished speaking, Noble reached out his hand and led her to the dance floor. Quetzal stood aside watching the fun, and couldn't help but snort: "This guy is so shameless." After speaking, Quetzal retracted his gaze, looked at Bucky beside him, saw him looking towards the dance floor, and deliberately asked: "Do you want to dance too?"

I hadn't played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn't know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that re-tired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex! "You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?" Mason said as he passed me another beer.

Elena frowned at the sheer amount, but I caught the flicker of admiration in her eyes. "Oh! My goodness, is that the ballerina?" An elderly woman cried as I opened the back door for Elena. "That’s the ballerina from the magazine!" Three older women with arms loaded with shopping bags gawked at her, and Elena turned red as a tomato. "Yes! She’s the Prima Ballerina of New York," another confirmed. They scuttled toward her, excitement spilling from them. Elena’s face was quickly obscured by a mask, and I couldn’t read her expressions anymore but I could feel the tension in the air. Their excitement drew a small crowd who watched in awe.

"I heard you're a belly dancer." "And what's that got to do about anything?" "I'm a ballerina dancer," She said firmly, making sure her words would sink in and I froze. "I remember how much he loved watching me dance before. He loved watching me by himself. He loved it so much he would take me right there on the very stage I was dancing on." She whispered the last words to me and my heart skipped a beat, remembering the time he requested I dance for him and how he fūcked me after it.

"Refrain from asking personal questions Councilwoman Gorhida. I was asked to introduce my mate and I have done that. We are here to mingle, dance and drink the night away, so if you will excuse us now." Xynathius coldly replied while I politely bowed and kept a gracious smile going. Gorhida and Xynathius had a staring contest going on and none of them wanted to back down. That woman was scary. Her backbone seemed to have an iron rod implanted in it. It was so straight. Thankfully the announcement sounded declaring that we had to officially initiate the ball by having the first dance. "Excuse me, I need to borrow these two," Queen Shaline arrived to fetch us and I breathed a sigh of relief. T

The hair on the back of Bradley Wellington’s neck stood to attention as an arc of lightening shot down his spine. He stiffened at the same time shocked gasps and a cacophony of low murmurs erupted like a wildfire in the huge gymnasium. He turned his attention away from Jessica Hartman, one of the cheerleaders he’d known while he was the quarterback of Bayside’s football team, and scanned the room, searching for the source of all the commotion, although something in his gut told him what, or rather who was now at the center of everyone’s attention.