On my knees for the Quarterback
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Prologue - Phoebe
I know it’s been a while since I have written you. We’ve had some highs and lows over the years. I know that I reacted badly to the granny panties you stuck in my stocking when I was twelve. And maybe I really didn’t appreciate the self-help books that you lovingly placed under the tree with my name in bold red strokes. The one on Late Bloomers Can Still Flower and Acne to pop or not to pop: this is the question, were particular favorites. I don’t want to give the wrong impression. But Santa, I am begging you to be on your best behavior this year.
You know that we open the gifts with Grant’s family every year. Grant, my one-time best friend, turned super popular quarterback of the high school football team. The same Grant that sometimes gives me the nod in the hall that says yeah, we had a good run, but you are old news.
I just, I want to get through this last year. We are seniors and next year we won’t have this shit to worry about. So, I thought I would give you a list of approved items.
• Socks, plain
• Fruit - don’t go wild
• Laptop – I know, I’m laughing too.
• NOTHING EMBARRASSING
Okay, well thanks, and ah, have a Merry Christmas.
Chapter 1 - Grant
“Great game, Grant! That last pass was fucking awesome!”
I smirked at my teammate who had caught the pass I threw, “Yeah, that is mostly thanks to Brady for catching that long bomb.”
Brady rolled his eyes in amusement, “We can both be heroes here, Grant.”
We laughed, smacking each other's helmets and horsing around as we shuffled back into the locker room. The smell of twenty years of unwashed socks mixed with bleach and body spray greeted us.
I felt like I was on cloud nine, I loved the feeling that I got after a win. All through showering and getting ready for the after party I felt like nothing could get me down.
A couple douche bags asked who I was planning to nail at the party. Honestly, I didn’t care as long as she was hot. I wasn’t really into long-term relationships. Shit, the only girl that I ever been even friends with was Phoebe Wilson from next door. I shook my head, it had been a lifetime since I had thought of Pheebs. She was pretty cool, but we had grown apart over the years.
I gathered my things and walked out of the locker room to kids cheered my name, and my buddies flipped me off. Being a college school senior, I knew that being captain of the football team had a certain stigma. I tried to take that title with humility, but there were times when they treated me like a God.
And it was fucking awesome.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught little Phoebe Wilson trying to get my attention. It was weird, I just be thinking about her. But the strange part was that she was there. Phoebe wasn’t the type to attend football games.
I have known Pheebs my entire life. Not only had we grown up next door to each other for the past eighteen and a half years, we even shared most major holidays together even to this day. Shit she was three days younger than I was and knew about the times when I used to wet the bed.
You don’t have that level of intimacy and go to complete strangers. We were friends, sort-of. But not the kind of friends that wait for each other after a football game. I pushed through the crowd to where she was standing.
My admirers didn’t really love that I was ignoring them, but they had faded into the background.
“Hey Phoebe, is everything okay?”
I tried not to notice as a faint pink slashed against her pale cheeks. Where I was huge, Phoebe was tiny. She pushed her black-rimmed spectacles up her small straight nose and gulped.
“You need to turn your phone on.”
I had to lean into her to hear the softly spoken words.
“What’s going on?” I felt in my back pocket, but my phone wasn’t there.
“Your mom,” She wrinkled her brow, “She’s had a small accident.”
Mom remarried Steve two years after my dad was killed in a freak accident at work. My dad had run a construction business, and my mom and I were devastated when he passed.
When Steve came on the scene, I hated him. He was nothing like my dad.
It took a while, but when I finally got over trying to compare the two of them I saw that Steve wasn’t such a bad guy. He also went out of his way to make my mom happy. After losing my dad and seeing her completely devastated it was nice to have her smile again.
“What kind of accident?” I felt panic creep up my spine.
Her eyes said it all, “ She slipped and fell at work. I guess she cut her leg on something as well. She has twenty seven stitches. They took her to University Hospital. I have been trying to reach you for the last two hours.”
I grabbed Phoebe’s arm ignoring the small squeak. I hauled her out of the school and to the parking lot.
“Where did you park?”
Phoebe gaped at me, before shaking my arm off and walking over to her small black two-door sedan.
“Sure, Grant I would love to take you to the hospital. No really, don’t mention it,” she said through gritted teeth as she unlocked the doors.
“Sorry, Phoebe,” I knew that I had been high handed. “I am just worried about my mom.”
Phoebe’s face softened, “It’s okay, she is going to be fine. They have some of the best specialists in the state at University Hospital.”
I nodded my head because it just seemed like what I should do. But I was scared, and I knew Phoebe was as well by the way she bit her lower lip.
Two hours later I was able to see my mom. They had ended up doing emergency surgery. She had a broken leg that had taken plates and screws to reset. Steve was a mess, and I could see how much he loved my mom. When I finally went in she looked so small in the bed.
“Grant,” her voice was weak.
I took her hand, “You are gonna be okay.”
Mom smiled, “I will be fine. Is Phoebe with you?”
I nodded and mom’s face relaxed. I kissed her forehead and waited for a few minutes until I thought she was asleep and went back out into the waiting room.
I glanced over at Phoebe who had been t here the entire time. She held my hand when I was tapping so hard that it drew attention. She didn’t say stupid things like, everything will be okay, and accidents happen every day, she’s fine.
Phoebe was just there like she always had been. A constant support in my family’s life. I remembered when my dad passed and I sat in the backyard staring into space.
Phoebe came and sat beside me. We didn’t talk, and she never told anyone how much I cried.
Tonight that was mom’s question, she wanted to know if Phoebe was with me because she knew that I would be fine if she was there. Suddenly, the distance that I had placed between Phoebe and myself seemed stupid and immature. I was an idiot, a complete fucking idiot for caring more about popularity than the one person who had always been there for me.
Steve turned to us, “It’s after midnight, why don’t you kids head home and I will call you in the morning.”
I nodded and reached my hand out to Phoebe. She looked at me in question but slipped her small hand into mine. We used to hold hands all the time when we were kids. But the spark of electricity that ran up my arm, yeah, that was new.
We walked out to her car and rode home in silence. She pulled into her driveway. And as she turned to unlock her door I made my move.
Cupping her jaw, I turned her face back to mine.
Phoebe wasn’t traditionally pretty. But she was interesting and in my eyes beautiful.
What a fucking idiot.
“Phoebe, I can’t tell you how much this meant to me.”
Her cheeks flushed with color, “No problem, Grant. That’s what friends are for.”
But we hadn’t been friends, not for a long time. And that was my fault.
I felt her breathing hitch and knew that she was wondering just what had gotten into me.
Her eyes searched mine, “You okay?”
A smirk graced my lips as I pulled her closer, “I will be.”
She gasped as her lips gently brushed against mine. I didn’t want to force anything that Phoebe was wasn’t ready for.
Shit, the spark of electricity when her skin touched mine went straight to my dick. I knew that I should pull back, take things slow, but I sure as hell didn’t want to.
Thankfully, Phoebe made the choice for me when she climbed over the center console and sank her fingers into my hair.
“Are you fucking with me?” her voice was dark, and my body tensed.
“Just because I want to fuck you doesn’t mean I am fucking with you, Phoebe. You mean something to me.”
Her knees sank on either side of my hips, and she leaned in close, “I don’t do one-night stands, you know that.”
And I did, Phoebe wasn’t some slut. She did relationships and dates, flowers and holidays. I actually already had the last one covered.
My lips twitched, “Are you asking me to go steady?”
“Shut-up, Fuck-head,” she growled and sealed her lips against mine.
My hands went to her small hips, and I let her take the lead for a bit wondering what she had in mind.
The girl had seduction running through her veins. Taking my bottom lip, she bit gently and ground her core against my hard cock. She kissed me fast and hard. My pulse raced as her hands went from my hair down my chest.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had never been so turned on in my life.
I broke away, “Are you trying to kill me?”
She grinned, “Yeah. Maybe I do want you as my boyfriend. Are you going to freak out now?”
I barked out a laugh, “That means I don’t need to ask permission to do this.”
I kissed her again, open mouths and dueling tongues. I felt out of control, and like I was drowning in her. Phoebe flicked her tongue against mine in rhythm to her hips bouncing on my dick.
I slid my fingers underneath her shirt and inched it up towards her perfect breasts.
I had just flicked her nipple through the satin when the light on the porch flipped on. Phoebe was off my lap and back in her seat in seconds. I was breathing like I had run a marathon.
Phoebe’s mom waved to us from the porch, “Is everything okay?”
I looked to Phoebe in panic. I couldn’t get out of the car with this hard-on.
Phoebe waved back, “Yeah, Grant just wanted to talk. His mom is okay. They don’t know how long they are keeping her..”
Phoebe’s mom looked worried, “I hope she is okay. Look, I know that you have been through a lot. And I don’t know if staying in an empty house is a good idea. Why don’t you sleep here tonight?”
I tried to refuse, “Oh, I will be fine, thank you.”
“He would love to, Mom,” Phoebe contradicted. “He can use the spare bed in my room like we used to when we were little.
Her mom smiled kindly, “That will be just the thing. I miss seeing the two of you running around together.”
“Me too,” I answered fervently, and I meant it.