Do It For State! [Nnaasttey Grande x Reydan] *NSFW*

[nnaasttey grande]

Coach Ryan Paradise and the Varsity Football team at DeepWood Reparatory Academy were a well known powerhouse in the High School football ranks, a perennial top 5 team with State Championship aspirations every year. The boarding school was nestled in the beautiful valley, on a serine 25 acre plot of land! Perfect as it may seemed, DeepWood Prep wasn’t without its fair share if drama, primarily, they had a helluva lot of black and brown kids on their football team; all their sports teams for that matter! That made it pretty obvious that they recruited and had boosters, but on the surface everything always checked out as legitimate, so there was nothing the fellow Prep Academies could do but deal with it! Until White Crest, the cross valley rival decided to fight fire with fire. You know what they say, if you cant beat’em!

Well, as a matter of fact, after bringing in a stellar recruitment class of their own that included lots of kids from the inner city low income neighborhoods, and even a few Samoan kids, White Crest did in fact manage to beat Deep Wood Prep for the firsts time in 5 years, since Coach P had be leading the program! Coach P was pissed! And he was gonna let his players know about it!

“I can’t believe you all went out there and played like a punch of prissy ass pussies with your tampons stuck up your god damn asses!” He slammed his clipboard against the floor “Are you fucking kidding me, 41-27! Why even get out the bed, why show up to the field damnit, why lace those fucking cleats and strap on the helmet if you’re just gonna get pushed around like you dont even exist, LIKE ZOMBIES! Mine as well had stayed home and saved yourself, your family, and your peers the embarrassment!”

Every game was on Friday night, under the lights, with the whole Valley watching, in a packed 20,000 seat stadium; camera crews, local news, and some of the best collegiate recruiters in the country! “Parent visitation is fucking CANCELED! ALL CAR PRIVILEGES WILL BE fucking REVOKED, and Im instituting a lock down, 48 hour Study Hall and Noon day Practice after Sunday Mass! We got out coached, out played, and we definitely lost the battle of WILL! So I WILL, make sure you boys dont ever forget this loss! You can lick your wounds tonight, and enjoy diner with your folks in the Food Hall, but starting at 12 midnight its Hell Week gentleman...Del’Marion break us down...”

Del’Marion Butner was the team captain, 4star QB recruit, Junior, with serious looks at the best college programs in the county, Clemson, LSU, Georgia, UCLA, Michigan, the list was long and it was only going to grow as he entered his senior season. Already a physical specimen at 6”3 212 lbs he ran like the wind, had the arm of an olympic javelin thrower, and tough as nails; the kids actually was sharpe as a tack too, the perfect QB, and the only player that had a decent game tonight accounting for all the teams 27 points, he scoring with his legs 4 times, then on a trick play he caught a TD in garbage time at the end of the game!

Coach and Misses Paradise usually ate with the team and the families in the dining Hall, but this time he excused himself “Honey, if you want to go That’s fine, and you probably should, but Im gonna stay here and watch film with Coach Tolsen, we got A LOT to improve on this week..” he kissed he cheek and gave her a slap on the butt. “But you go and smooth things out for me, will ya, you’re so damn good at that, like the team mom, Dad had got to chew their asses out, but mom comes and kisses the boo-boo” he smirked

 

[Reydan]

Helena Paradise sighed as she stood up from the table. Sometimes she wasn't sure why she'd married Ryan. Well, she knew why. He'd been a total stud when they were college freshers together nearly twenty years ago. Something that had swept the young English student, on her way to a professorship, off of her feet. Their courting had been short, passionate, and very physical and a [thankfully false] pregnancy scare had shocked them into marrying maybe earlier than was wise.

Now, he was still an attractive man, but utterly swept up in his game. Helena didn't mind - she knew schools like DeepWood survived on the success of their football teams. Her English Department wouldn't be anywhere near as successful without the money all the football connections brought in. But still, even though she was happy to support and help, she sometimes found herself the other woman in a marriage between Ryan and Football.

Plus he'd gotten much worse in recent months with the challenge of White Crest coming onto the scene. She knew, as she stood and waved goodbye, that she would need to smooth things over with the boys. Sometimes Ryan forgot his charges were 18 year olds - something the more sensitive Helena kept trying to remind him. Walking into the team rooms, hearing the familiar hubbub of postgame, she smiled. She was a regular here in her college hoodie and dark jeans - the boys all loved her and her words of support. She knew they'd be stinging right now, and the best place to start the healing was with Del'Marion. Win over the QB and you won over the team, she always thought.

'Del'Marion, can I have a word about tonight?' she said kindly, finding the young man by his locker.

 

[nnaasttey grande]

Del’Marion, affectionately known as D, Del, or Marion among friends and even most coaches, had just stepped out the shower only a moments before Helena Paradise had approached him at the locker, he was still dripping wet, toweling off, with one towel, while the other was wrapped around his waist. He was one of the last guys to finish up, so the locker room was mostly empty. D was caught off guard because usually coaches and parents waited for players to change into regular clothes, and then meet at the dining hall afterwards but for some reason she was walking up to him standing there half naked! The word stud was thrown around a lot, but D was the literal definition of one, even with a towel around his waist, his imprint was rather noticeable. He was embarrassed and nervous to say the least, she had never done this before...

“Oh shi-shnap! Misses P, wha-what are you doing in here,” he fidgeted with his towel and tried to hide himself as Adam and Eve did when God questioned them in the bible and they hid...

“Ummm, so what did you wana talk about, Misses P,” D slammed his locker door after grabbing the lotion “Gotta stay moisturized, Haha, We can talk as long as I can keep doing what I got to do!”

He tried to be his upbeat usual self, putting on a fake smile in her presence, but deep down he was crushed; even though statistically he had a good game, it wasn’t good enough. He fumbled 2 times, which both led to the other team scoring points and had an interception, granted it was off a tip pass but the ball should have been thrown better...He gave a good effort to no reveal his turbulent emotions inside him, hoping she couldn’t tell he wad crying in the shower just moments ago...He slumped down in the chair in front of his locker, and started to lotion his legs

 

[Reydan]

Helena hadn't expected to encounter Del naked, or rather nearly naked, in the changing room. Realising how stupid that was, she blushed as he joked around with her. All of the young men on the team were in good shape, but Del'Marion was particularly toned - a young star who took great care in his physical condition and appearence. Right now he was making the older woman feel significantly over-dressed in the empty locker room. She shifted from foot to foot as he spoke, her body filled with a nervous energy as he spoke to her.

'I wanted to come back and say that my husband can be a real jerk sometimes. Tonight was a bad loss....'

Her voice tailed away momentarily as she watch those dark hands glide up and down thick muscular legs as he applied the cream, before she snapped out of it.

'...but it didn't give him freedom to go all postal on you all. So I wanted to say buck up. You can do it. I really belileve that this team can be champions again and I..I...I....'

She trailed off again, her eyes glued to his powerful form. 'Del - would you like a massage from me? To work out some of those aches and pains?'

 

[nnaasttey grande]

The 17 year old was use to girls around the same age fawning all over him, I mean he was the most popular guy in his High School since a freshman and before that, he ran his neighborhood, and when you have that much juice, you get experience with the the girls at a young age! Much didn’t phase D, but for some reason, there was a little flutter in his stomach for Mrs. P! Could be all the MILF porn he watched, where the young black stud is lucky enough to bang the hot older cougar; she wasn’t dressed in lingerie or a skimpy outfit, quite the opposite, but still Del’Marion’s thoughts couldn’t help but wonder off into fantasy land, given the present circumstance! And that was before she even offered to give him a massage!

“Mrs. P, uuuuh...” he was stunned she had been so forward, he felt embarrassed, like a little boy, why else would she offer to unless she only saw him like that, I bet she wouldn’t offer a grown man a massage, she’s married, and coach P is such a good husband, and a great man, no way she would cheat! She was the school guidance counselor and his English teacher! She was just being nice he convinced himself “Ah haha-ahhh naw, its cool Mrs. P! You probably saw that crazy hit I took in the 3rd quarter huh?” He questioned with a nervous laugh, the full speed collision with a 270 senior on the opposite team, cause D to fumble for the second time, surly , but nothing his rock hard body couldn’t take, or so he told himself and tried to convince her “It’s nothing, you know them busters can’t hurt this, fuck White Crest...” Del got so worked up, his pectoral muscles were flexing then he flash his big biceps, raising both arms up, to show how tough he was, but immediately started to grimace in pain! “Ow ow ouch, Okay so maybe it hurt a little,” hunching over “sorry for cursing Mrs. P but seriously you dont have to do that, and you definitely dont have to apologize for coach he was a absolutely right we played like garbage, we deserved to lose...But I promise we wont lose another game all year!”

She was standing close, and he was starting to feel something stir inside him...Del insisted she didn’t have to, fearful if she started touching him like that he would get a boner and embarrass himself even more , but then again how could he really pass this moment up, he never been this close to an older hot MIlF! His teenage hormones were in full command!

“I-I mean, you dont have to massage me, but if you could help me put some lotion on my back so Im not ashy, Id appreciate it” he chuckled with a little more confidence handing over the bottle of lotion

 

[Reydan]

Helena knew, for all the swagger, the young men like Del'Marion on the team were still just that - young men. They were in her husband's care and needed his attention and support, something he'd been less and less likely to hand out in recent weeks. She could sense the power coming from the young man but also the need for a little attention.

'Of course Del' she said with a smile.

Turning to straddle the bench behind him, she began to work the lotion into his back with her small hands. They traced up the powerful lines of his muscles, pale fingers gliding over dark skin, following the sculpted contours of his body.

The room was quiet apart from them, sitting there one in front of the other on the bench, just a towel around the young man's waist. 'You did well today, and I'm sure you'll play better in the next game' she said encouragingly. 'Besides, you can't be too hard on yourself. Whether you did good or bad, every athlete needs to unwind at the end of a game. Let off some steam - its how you build motivation for the next game, right?'

 

[nnaasttey grande]

Del was lost, off in a whole nother world as this hot MILF who just so happens to be his coaches wife, rubbed her hands over his well-toned, mahogany, skin. The young man had never even had a massage before, let alone been touched in such an intimate way by an older woman, that wasn’t is mama; and Mrs. P was a certified dime, as the kids say. With every caressing pass her slender, white fingers made over D’s bare back, sculpted, back, Del’Marion couldn’t resist but sink deeper into a place of bliss.

He let out a low, grunting moan “Ooooooh we, your fingers are literally giving me life right now! I ain’t never actually had a massage before, but the way your hands feel so good rubbing this lotion on, is it too late to still take you up on that previous offer...” Del looked back, twisting half way around, the two were eye to eye, “ I mean, I never knew what I was missing till you actually put hands on me, and I can’t lie, what ever you doing feel amazing,” He starred into her eyes, not noticing his towel had become loose around his waist, as the knot was undone from him twisting back to look at her. “...My lower back ia really killing me?”