Football Love: Part 7

100% fiction!

Part 7

It was actually in school, fourth grade, when I met Monica. My mother was in her advance stages on her sickness. I pleaded to stay by her side but she forced me to attend school that day. It was around lunch time when I sat alone, as always, and started eating my lunch. It wasn’t until I was half way through that I notice a girl sitting at the end of my lone table.

I had seen her around in my class and she was just as quite as I was. It was the beginning of the school year but I had seen her around. It wasn’t until our teacher, Mrs. Leon, started assigning school projects with partners. Mrs. Leon was big on group projects, of two of course, and somehow Monica and I got stuck together.

The reason for us been partners was that no one wanted us we were too quiet for them. We eventually had to talk in order to communicate what we were going to do on our projects. It only took one group project for us to become friends. Both of us were so similar in personality that some of our classmates thought we were long lost siblings.

It wasn’t until the middle of the school year that Monica and I proclaimed ourselves as best friends. By that time we spent our free time in each other’s houses. Monica told me once that she liked coming to my house for the pool. I had to admit I was grateful that she didn’t mention my sick mother and her bad language.

Monica’s parents didn’t trust me at first, I mean which parent trust their little girl hanging around a boy, eventually though her parents saw that we were just friends and relaxed when I came around their house, but not too much. I remember once we made a promise to each other that when we grow up we would get tattoos of each other’s name.

It was a simpler time back then. Now it seems that the whole world is against me. I sit next to Monica’s bed holding her hand, the beeping sound that her heart is still working echoes through the room, the tube going into her mouth breaths for her and there is a bandage wrapped tightly around her head. For the past two weeks she has been here like this. For the past two weeks I have been by her side waiting and hoping. I talk to her from time to time just to see if she would wake up. I even told her that I slept with her dad, I didn’t really sleep with him, so she would get pissed off at me and wake up. So far nothing has changed and Monica is still in her comma.

The doctors told us, Monica’s parents and I, that we should be prepared for our goodbyes. Her mother started crying and her father yelled at the doctor. I guess we were all surprised that maybe things would go south and we would have to pull the plug on Monica. I keep hoping though because the doctors say Monica is improving but she’s not out of the woods yet.

“Do you remember when we first met” I say with a happy tone “at Mrs. Leon’s class do you remember what you said to me” I wait as if she will wake up and tell me the answer. “I remember it like it was yesterday. You said to me that you didn’t know what the hell Mrs. Leon wants us to do” I start laughing at the memory.

Maybe more because since we were kids we didn’t have a clue what the word “hell” was but all the other kids were using it. “We were very lucky that Mrs. Leon didn’t hear you because she was such a religious freak as well” I laugh out loud “Could you imagine what she would have done. She would have probably sent you to Sunday school for a whole month as punishment” I laugh with tears in my eyes.

The beeping sound still continues and Monica stays very still. The only movement is her chest rising and falling from the tube that’s helping her breathe. Lately this has been a one sided conversation but I still hope that one day Monica would open her eyes. A thought lingers in my head whenever or if ever we would have to unplug Monica would I be there by her side. I quickly push that depressing thought aside and try and focus on a happier memory.

“Do you remember middle school?” I put on a smile as if she would notice. Middle school was a very confusing time. I actually hated middle school because we were right in the middle, we weren’t kids anymore but we weren’t teenagers as well. It was around the eighth grade when I realized that I like guys more than girls. I remember been so scared when I found out because in reality I thought it was just me that was into guys.

I felt alone but Monica was still my one and only friend. I also remember been so scared to tell her because I didn’t know how she would take it. I didn’t want to lose my one and only friend and so I kept quiet for about half the year.

It was in an afternoon when I decided I would tell Monica about me liking guys. We were in gym class seventh period, the last class of the day. I remember pulling her aside and slowly making my way towards my confession. I guess I lingered too much because Monica told me to “Hurry up and make your point”. I told her like I was ripping off a band aid. She didn’t say anything for a while and Tony, a big fat bully, overheard me and started making fun of me. I admit I was on the verge of tears until Monica put a fist through Toni’s jaw. “You better shut the hell up before I rip off your balls” Monica stood tall over Tony. Everyone, including me, started laughing as Tony began to cry loudly. From that moment on I knew that Monica had my back no matter who I was.

A nurse comes into the room and smiles at me. By now the nurse knows that visiting hours don’t apply to me and just leaves me be next to Monica. The nurse checks a few things on the machine “How is she doing?” I ask paying close attention to Monica’s heart beat monitor. “She’s hanging in there but these thing takes time for the swelling to go down” the nurse keeps her tone gentle. I nod my head in understanding and look at Monica. It’s kind of creepy but she looks very peaceful which is not like her. Monica always has a fire in her that most guys find intimidating.

There was one time when her fire almost cost our friendship. It was our biggest and only fight we had ever since our friendship started. It was close to the middle of our senior year in high school when it happened. By this time Monica and I had been drifting apart due to the fact that she was pretty and had all the boys after her. I guess she was forgetting about me due to her popularity.

We were on our English class when it happened. By this time I was getting furious with her because she would only talk to me when no one was around. I guess her popularity was getting to her head and she was becoming a bitch. Monica was talking to some football players been a bimbo and I just snapped. We were in Mrs. Holland’s class it was three o clock in the afternoon.

One of the football players practically yanked her pant button open. All Monica did was laugh and pull out her lipstick (to this day I don’t know why she did that). I just snapped and had enough of her been the slut of the school. I got up from my seat and walked up to her. “I am saying this to you with love, compassion and the spirit of TRUE friendship” I say as I yank her lipstick off of her hand and looking at her “You are full of SHIT” I began to walk away. “What? Hey wait how dare you?” Monica walks close behind me.

I stomp in front of her desk, which so happens to be in the front row so every guy can see her ass when she sits down. “So okay you’re beautiful, okay you wear a lot of make” my tone was close to screaming. Mrs. Holland just looked on while I continued “But look at you…if you wear anymore make up you would look like a rodeo clown” I say while waving her lipstick around.

“Shut up you’re just jealous that I am young and beautiful and I can have any guy I want” Monica says flipping her hair around the back of her shoulders. “And you do most of the senior class and I bet half of the faculty” she was really infuriating me. “I AM NOT A SLUT” Monica defends but I heard some of the guys scoff for her remark. This intern infuriated me more “REALLY? Let’s examine the evidence shall we” I pick up her bag and dive into a smaller bag full of her makeup. I dump it all out on her desk there was a lot of junk that some spilled over to the ground.

“Look all make up and some condoms too” I say throwing the bag to the ground. “Yeah well a girl needs to be prepared” Monica’s tone was a little hesitant. “For what an orgy in the janitor’s closet” I can hear my voice echo through the room because everyone was watching the show down. Monica didn’t say anything “Look at all of this” I pick up her first and favorite mirror compact. “Put that down” Monica tries to reach for it but I run to the other side of the room. Monica follows close behind me “I remember this mirror your first taste in your vanity project” I say holding out the mirror “You won this in some slut contest huh”.

“Yeah well what did you ever win a pie eating contest for best indigestion” Monica smiles at her remark. Now she has done it, at the time I gained some weight, and I threw the mirror across the room. Monica yells as the mirror hits the other side but doesn’t break. She picks it up and looks at it “ALEX…this is my first mirror its special…it’s…it’s….generic” Monica throws the mirror back at my direction. Thankfully Monica’s aim sucked and landed to my left a safe distance away. “Are you crazy?” I yell at her. “MRS. HOLLAND” Monica comes closer to Mrs. Holland, which she’s in shock, with a finger pointing at her.

“You tell this fat bastard that he should mind his own FUCKING business” Monica’s last words were said in disgust. I fired back “Mrs. Holland tell this bimbo that her view of life is somewhat altered”. “OH SHUT THE FUCK UP FAT BASTARD” Monica screams at me. “OH SHUT UP YOU BIMBO” I fire back. “Mrs. Holland you choose whose right in this” Monica turns to Mrs. Holland again. “I don’t….I don’t want to get involved” Mrs. Holland whispers between us.

You see back in the day Mrs. Holland was a gentle soul never raised her voice at us even if we didn’t behave. “CHOOSE Mrs. Holland who’s right? Some Beverly Hills science project” I say “OR A FAT BASTARD WITH HIS OWN ISLE IN THE SUPERMARKET” Monica screams back. “STOP IT….YOU….YOU SELFISH ASSHOLES” Mrs. Holland screams at us.

To hear Mrs. Holland say a bad word and scream at us was enough to make us stop fighting. Both Monica and I stare at Mrs. Holland with the biggest surprise look on our faces. I imagine the rest of the class had the same face as us. “I THOUGH YOU TWO WERE SUPPOSE TO BE BEST FRIENDS NOT RIPPING EACH OTHER TO SHREDS” Mrs. Holland leaves the room almost crying. Mrs. Holland didn’t like confrontation I guess something to do with her past.

“She’s right” I say almost in a whisper “I wonder….” I begin to say “I wonder how far up Stephanie had her head up her ass before she decided to slice her wrist in her own pathetic bathroom” I say and walked out leaving Monica behind. After I left not ten seconds after the bell rang and that meant the end of the day. Stephanie was Monica’s new best friend. Stephanie took Monica under her wing and taught her the basic of been pretty. Stephanie was about a big a bimbo as Monica was becoming. When Stephanie heard some rumors about her been a slut and found out she might be pregnant with some guy she lost it.

That night Stephanie locked herself in her own restroom and sliced her wrist wide open, it was later determine that Stephanie wasn’t pregnant. I guess I was just so scared that Monica was going to end up the same way I had to say something. I guess I should have handled things better but I just got so mad at her. At that time I was already living with her so I had to eventually see her. I took the car back home and she hitch a ride with one of the guys. It wasn’t until late at night when I hear a soft knock at my door.

I open to find Monica with red eyes and close to sobbing for what seemed the hundredth time. “Alex…I don’t want to end up like…Stephanie” Monica says with her lips quivering. I just look at her and shake my head silently saying to her that she won’t end up like Stephanie. Then we did something we haven’t done in a while, we hugged. “I am sorry” Monica says a bit later.

There is a soft knock behind me and I quickly turn around. Mixed emotions are rumbling around me when I see John at the door. “How is she doing?” John says with a gentle tone. “She’s hanging in there” I say with a soft tone. “Alex I just came by to…” John starts but I interrupt him “Don’t please John just don’t. I already forgave you and I can’t go anywhere while Monica is here”. I could tell it was a struggle for John to stop the smile spreading across his face.

I said I forgave him but that didn’t mean that I would go back with him. John smile fades as he follows my thoughts. I guess been mad about John is nothing comparing to if I lose Monica. “Is there anything you need?” John soft tone echoes through the room. “We’ll be fine thanks” I say with half smile. It was the first time that John and I talked normal but it isn’t the same as before.

About ten minutes later another soft knock comes from the door. I turn around slowly and see Jake at the door. His blue eyes stuck on mine with a half smile on his face. I can tell Jake had a bad day but seeing me made his day better. “Hi” Jake says while kissing the top of my head. Jake then puts his forehead on top of my head and his hand at the back of my neck. We stay like this for a while feeling each other’s body temperature. “I’ll go wait in the lobby” Jake says softly as he pulls away.

Without thinking I grab his hand and hold on to it. Jake fully stops and looks down to me. “Stay…please stay Jake” I say glancing at him. Jake gets a seat that’s next to the bed without letting go of my hand. I can tell that Jake will spend the whole time with me here next to Monica. It was close to midnight when the head nurse kicked us out of Monica’s room. Jake held my hand all the way to his car. The ride to the dorms was silent as always. Jake has spent the past few weeks in my bed with me. Jake’s body heat and strong arms around me keep me from having nightmares.

I get into the hot shower the heat of the water releasing the tension in my muscles. The steam blocks away the rest of the world. I stood under the hot water for a little while until I hear the shower door open. Jake steps in fully naked and his muscle body is ever so delicious to look at. I don’t know why but I need someone to catch me and Jake has been next to me this whole time.

It almost seems like my world is crumbling around me and it’s enough to make any guy in my life run out on me. However Jake is different he hasn’t shown any sign that he will leave me anytime soon. I have to admit it’s nice to know that and it’s something that I love about Jake.

Jake turns me around so my back connects to his muscled chest. As the hot water runs in between us Jake begins to gently run his hands all over my body. My breathing becomes uneven because for a strong man Jake has a gentle touch. I instantly get an erection and Jake doesn’t hesitate to wraps his strong but yet gentle hands around my dick. Jake starts to slowly pump while kissing my neck and his other hand roams freely throughout my body. I can feel his rock hard cock on my mid back and without thinking I reach for it and start pump it.
After Jake has reached a sweet spot on my neck it only took a dozen strokes before I let my juices flow.

Even after that I was still horny and I wanted Jake inside of me. I turned around and kiss Jake passionately. I guess it must have turned him on because the next thing I knew my back was against the wall and my legs were around Jake’s waist. Jake kissed me back with more passion and held me up against the wall firmly but gentle. Jake then gets to work on my neck again and sure enough my erection returns with a vengeance. I say Jakes’ name a couple of times out of breath. “Make love to me Jake. I want you to make me yours” I say out of breath.

Jake stops what he’s doing and looks at me. “Are you sure?” his tone is full of concern but yet full of lust too. I smile at him and bring my lips closer to his. After a long passionate kiss I simple say yes. Jake kisses me more passionately and starts to pump his already rock hard cock a couple of times. With only the shower water as lube Jake slowly pushes his head inside of me. It wasn’t painful just uncomfortable but after a few seconds it felt amazing. Jake pushes his entire length inside of me with one smooth motion forward. Both of us are out of breath because this just feels so amazing that I don’t know how to put it in words.

Jake pulls almost all the way out and slides all the way back in, in one smooth motion. I couldn’t help but moan each time he did this. To my surprise it almost seemed like a minutes before the hot water in the shower turned cold. We must have spent all of the hot water but that didn’t stop us. Jake continued with his long smooth rhythm that I came several times in the process.

Jake began to moan low and I knew that he was close. All I kept saying to him is that he should make me his. After several more strokes Jake’s cock pumps about a bucket full of cum inside of me. Both of us are out of breath and the timid water is still running. Jake gently puts me down and we quickly clean ourselves up. After our amazing shower sex Jake guides me to my bed spooning me after I got onto the bed.

Jake’s lips rub gently against my ear “Can I tell you something and you won’t freak out?”. I nod my head and wait for his response. “I love you” nothing in his tone said he was joking he really meant it with all his heart. My heart skipped a beat when I heard those words. Love was I really ready for it again. I might have forgiven John but to jump back into love I really don’t know if I am ready for it. But then again Jake has been there for me. Jake is the one. Jake has always been the one my heart belonged to. I take in a deep breath “I love you too” I simply say.