Look up the word "soccer mom" in the dictionary, and you'd see a photo of Chrissy right next to the definition. She regularly raced around town taking her two boys to some athletic event or other extracurricular activity. The foam-green Toyota Sienna racks up more mileage in one city than many cross country drivers. When she's not being mom the chauffeur, she's mom the cook, mom the nurse, and mom the clothes washer.
Now in her early forties, Chrissy had settled into her role, but each day she sensed a growing dissatisfaction with so many things, including her marriage. Each day, however, she'd suck it up and find the strength to live another day of marital life; after all, her and Todd promised "til death do us part."
In hindsight, it was all about Todd's persistence more than love at first sight. They met a mutual friend's birthday party back in their mid-twenties. She wanted nothing to do with this guy, but Todd had charm and life goals, which she began to find appealing. There was never a physical attraction for her, but Todd thought she was girl-next-door cute; including her five-foot-four frame, and an ass shaped by years of playing volleyball. Todd had a theory that girls with small breasts (Chrissy was an c-cup) had the best asses. And she did.
So with age, as Chrissy stayed trim and fit, Todd grew lazier and heftier. Alcohol consumption increased too. Although she was no prude, she didn't like how often he drank and then wanted to roll over on top of her before pumping a few times and dropping a load. She began to do what it took to avoid sex; and giving blowjobs became extinct.
That is, until DeMarcus Jackson came into their life and into their home.
As significant financial donors to the nearby university's football program, Todd and Chrissy would eventually get to know some of the coaches and players. They'd take their two young boys to various social functions in town when players would be there. Todd enjoyed feeling like Daddy Warbucks, and she liked being around the athletic environment, more so now then when she was a innocent naive volleyball player in high school.
When the football program introduced the "Help a Jock in Need" program, Todd jumped at the chance, even though Chrissy initially objected to the introduction of some strange young college guy into their life. Maybe Todd should have heeded her warning.
The idea behind the program was to allow onE of the football players to take on some kind of summer work while also to get to know the money people who gave generously to the team. Todd & Chrissy were on the list. The letter came in the mail letting them know that one of the up-and-coming wide receivers would be their jock in need. Todd went into his den to look up #82 in the media guide. Yup, sure enough, there he was -- #82 DeMarcus Jackson from Kissimmee, Florida; all 6-foot-4, 180 pounds of him.
Being a jock wanna-be, Todd ate this stuff up. He loved the idea of some college football player helping with yard work and cleaning the backyard pool. Todd would brag to his sports-minded guy friends how cool it was that the a high-school star who was now a bright light in the football program was doing menial work around his half-million dollar home in the far west suburbs of Chicago.
When he showed Chrissy the picture from the media guide, she immediately thought to herself, "Um, he's black." She knew Todd has small streaks of racism in him, but when it came to college and pro athletes, Todd seemed enamored. Chrissy had learned to just play along with his childhood unfulfilled dreams playing themselves out now in his forties. The goal was to have DeMarcus do some kind of work to earn extra cash while staying near town to do summer workouts. Sounded like a win-win scenario for all involved.
It was mid-May when DeMarcus showed up to their house 30 minutes late and driving a very old Honda Accord. Turns out his family was poor, and was desperately counting on Demarcus to change the family fortunes. The first in his family to go to college, he earned a football scholarship to an Illinois program. The family got worried his senior year in high school because girls were distracting him, but some influential coaches straightened him out. It was no secret around Kissimmee that "Dee" liked the ladies and the ladies liked Dee ... a lot!
Todd came to the door to greet him and bring him inside to meet the two boys and Chrissy. David and Drew were ecstatic. How cool a real college football player was in their very own house. DeMarcus donned nice-fitting blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that gave some idea of how ripped this 19-year-old must be. "Chrissy, this is DeMarcus, our athlete from State that is going to be helping us out with stuff this summer." Chrissy politely extended her hand, which DeMarcus took into his. His large hand and long fingers dwarfed her tiny hand. "Wow" she thought to herself. He gave her a warm thankful smile. "Thanks ya'll for having me here to help any way I can. You just say the word."
They sat down for dinner and enjoyed the typical getting-to-know conversation. DeMarcus was great with the kids, and knew how to keep Todd enthralled with heroic stories from his prep career in Florida. Chrissy was happy to see her kids happy, and Todd happy, but yet she herself felt underappreciated and taken-for-granted. She did, however, notice the powerful energetic vibe this young coal-black athlete brought to the house. He had charisma and there was no question he was an attractive guy. Chrissy had grown up in a small farm town that was truthfully without black folk. The first time she encountered an African-American person -- male or female -- was at the same college DeMarcus now played wide receiver. She recalls a couple black guys her freshman year definitely trying to get with her, but that was the furthest thing from her mind back then.
After dinner, Todd took DeMarcus into the TV room to watch some highlights on ESPN. Chrissy cleaned up, as usual. Occasionally she'd hear some of the conversation. Sports, sports, sports. She busied herself with dish soap and a drying towel. "I bet you have those college girls clawing all over you huh?" Did she hear that question right? Did Todd just ask that to him? Yup!
"Aww, Mr. Martin, let's just say I do okay ... like every weekend okay." Todd let out a laugh, but was a laugh that seemed to relish DeMarcus' player behavior, and this meant being a player off the field. "In all honesty, Mr. Martin, if you one of the star athletes on campus, you don't even gotta try. They come lookin for you, ya know?" Chrissy heard every word, and she could now see how this might be true. He was tall, very dark, and quite handsome -- he seemed to have that "it" that some guys just have. She looked over into the TV area and saw her fattening, balding drunk husband chatting with a ripped football stud from the local U. What a contrast!
As the evening concluded, Todd and Chrissy walked their new guest to the front door. DeMarcus trailed behind the two of them, and almost on instinct, checked out her ass through some well-worn blue jeans. For 42, she had the behind of a 21-year old, small but firm and shapely. "Not bad," he quietly thought. "Wonder what freak be underneath that innocent look." Before saying good-bye, he regrouped and made sure to be respectful. But as Chrissy and he shook hands, their eyes locked on a tad longer than before. He sensed something, but didn't want to assume, at least not yet. "Thanks so much to you both. This is really gonna help me out this summer."
"Glad we could help out a future NFL star," Todd said, pridefully. Chrissy caught herself watching DeMarcus walk toward his car. Stunning even herself, "Wonder what he looks like in the shower." Time for bed.
To be continued ....
Now in her early forties, Chrissy had settled into her role, but each day she sensed a growing dissatisfaction with so many things, including her marriage. Each day, however, she'd suck it up and find the strength to live another day of marital life; after all, her and Todd promised "til death do us part."
In hindsight, it was all about Todd's persistence more than love at first sight. They met a mutual friend's birthday party back in their mid-twenties. She wanted nothing to do with this guy, but Todd had charm and life goals, which she began to find appealing. There was never a physical attraction for her, but Todd thought she was girl-next-door cute; including her five-foot-four frame, and an ass shaped by years of playing volleyball. Todd had a theory that girls with small breasts (Chrissy was an c-cup) had the best asses. And she did.
So with age, as Chrissy stayed trim and fit, Todd grew lazier and heftier. Alcohol consumption increased too. Although she was no prude, she didn't like how often he drank and then wanted to roll over on top of her before pumping a few times and dropping a load. She began to do what it took to avoid sex; and giving blowjobs became extinct.
That is, until DeMarcus Jackson came into their life and into their home.
As significant financial donors to the nearby university's football program, Todd and Chrissy would eventually get to know some of the coaches and players. They'd take their two young boys to various social functions in town when players would be there. Todd enjoyed feeling like Daddy Warbucks, and she liked being around the athletic environment, more so now then when she was a innocent naive volleyball player in high school.
When the football program introduced the "Help a Jock in Need" program, Todd jumped at the chance, even though Chrissy initially objected to the introduction of some strange young college guy into their life. Maybe Todd should have heeded her warning.
The idea behind the program was to allow onE of the football players to take on some kind of summer work while also to get to know the money people who gave generously to the team. Todd & Chrissy were on the list. The letter came in the mail letting them know that one of the up-and-coming wide receivers would be their jock in need. Todd went into his den to look up #82 in the media guide. Yup, sure enough, there he was -- #82 DeMarcus Jackson from Kissimmee, Florida; all 6-foot-4, 180 pounds of him.
Being a jock wanna-be, Todd ate this stuff up. He loved the idea of some college football player helping with yard work and cleaning the backyard pool. Todd would brag to his sports-minded guy friends how cool it was that the a high-school star who was now a bright light in the football program was doing menial work around his half-million dollar home in the far west suburbs of Chicago.
When he showed Chrissy the picture from the media guide, she immediately thought to herself, "Um, he's black." She knew Todd has small streaks of racism in him, but when it came to college and pro athletes, Todd seemed enamored. Chrissy had learned to just play along with his childhood unfulfilled dreams playing themselves out now in his forties. The goal was to have DeMarcus do some kind of work to earn extra cash while staying near town to do summer workouts. Sounded like a win-win scenario for all involved.
It was mid-May when DeMarcus showed up to their house 30 minutes late and driving a very old Honda Accord. Turns out his family was poor, and was desperately counting on Demarcus to change the family fortunes. The first in his family to go to college, he earned a football scholarship to an Illinois program. The family got worried his senior year in high school because girls were distracting him, but some influential coaches straightened him out. It was no secret around Kissimmee that "Dee" liked the ladies and the ladies liked Dee ... a lot!
Todd came to the door to greet him and bring him inside to meet the two boys and Chrissy. David and Drew were ecstatic. How cool a real college football player was in their very own house. DeMarcus donned nice-fitting blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that gave some idea of how ripped this 19-year-old must be. "Chrissy, this is DeMarcus, our athlete from State that is going to be helping us out with stuff this summer." Chrissy politely extended her hand, which DeMarcus took into his. His large hand and long fingers dwarfed her tiny hand. "Wow" she thought to herself. He gave her a warm thankful smile. "Thanks ya'll for having me here to help any way I can. You just say the word."
They sat down for dinner and enjoyed the typical getting-to-know conversation. DeMarcus was great with the kids, and knew how to keep Todd enthralled with heroic stories from his prep career in Florida. Chrissy was happy to see her kids happy, and Todd happy, but yet she herself felt underappreciated and taken-for-granted. She did, however, notice the powerful energetic vibe this young coal-black athlete brought to the house. He had charisma and there was no question he was an attractive guy. Chrissy had grown up in a small farm town that was truthfully without black folk. The first time she encountered an African-American person -- male or female -- was at the same college DeMarcus now played wide receiver. She recalls a couple black guys her freshman year definitely trying to get with her, but that was the furthest thing from her mind back then.
After dinner, Todd took DeMarcus into the TV room to watch some highlights on ESPN. Chrissy cleaned up, as usual. Occasionally she'd hear some of the conversation. Sports, sports, sports. She busied herself with dish soap and a drying towel. "I bet you have those college girls clawing all over you huh?" Did she hear that question right? Did Todd just ask that to him? Yup!
"Aww, Mr. Martin, let's just say I do okay ... like every weekend okay." Todd let out a laugh, but was a laugh that seemed to relish DeMarcus' player behavior, and this meant being a player off the field. "In all honesty, Mr. Martin, if you one of the star athletes on campus, you don't even gotta try. They come lookin for you, ya know?" Chrissy heard every word, and she could now see how this might be true. He was tall, very dark, and quite handsome -- he seemed to have that "it" that some guys just have. She looked over into the TV area and saw her fattening, balding drunk husband chatting with a ripped football stud from the local U. What a contrast!
As the evening concluded, Todd and Chrissy walked their new guest to the front door. DeMarcus trailed behind the two of them, and almost on instinct, checked out her ass through some well-worn blue jeans. For 42, she had the behind of a 21-year old, small but firm and shapely. "Not bad," he quietly thought. "Wonder what freak be underneath that innocent look." Before saying good-bye, he regrouped and made sure to be respectful. But as Chrissy and he shook hands, their eyes locked on a tad longer than before. He sensed something, but didn't want to assume, at least not yet. "Thanks so much to you both. This is really gonna help me out this summer."
"Glad we could help out a future NFL star," Todd said, pridefully. Chrissy caught herself watching DeMarcus walk toward his car. Stunning even herself, "Wonder what he looks like in the shower." Time for bed.
To be continued ....
