A/N: So this is just some funky little one-shot that I dreamt up last night. I have no idea why, but I did! I hope you enjoy the hotness! :D

I’m so addicted to

all the things you do

When you’re rolling around with me

In between the sheets

All the sounds you make

With every breath you take

It’s unlike anything

When you’re loving me

[Addicted by Saving Abel]

We had just won the playoff game! Hell yeah, our team was officially the shit! Well not quite yet I guess, we still had the championship game to go.

I sat in the boys locker room with all my teammates. I was the only girl to ever make the team, ever! I actually started as well, and my teammates were awesome. There was none of that ‘only-boys-play-football’ bullshit that most of the teams pulled. Needless to say that all the other teams that we played targeted me solely because I was female. Dickheads!

But I was listening to my coach ramble on about next weeks practices and drills that would prepare. Just before he released us he said a quick congratulations.

“Hey Jesse, you coming to JR’s party?” one of my teammates asked before I was going to find my locker. My coach was kind of retarded, he gave me my own locker in the boys locker room, even thought obviously I couldn’t change in there until all the guys were gone. Something about not having the keys to the girls locker room, blah, blah, blah. All the guys changed before coaches talk so most of them were just lounging around.

“I’m not sure, partying really isn’t my thing.” I said honestly. All the guys laughed at me.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want the good girl to do anything stupid, like be normal for once.” Carter Brent piped up. He and I have had a love, hate relationship since grade 8. I glared at him momentarily.

“Shut up, Brent.” I growled.

“What?!” he asked innocently. I flipped him the bird. A smirk fell over his lips. Now let me just start by saying that Carter Brent was a fox. He was tall, maybe like 6 ft. almost, and his body was like those guys on those ‘Bod’ body spray commercials. He had the greenest eyes and the blackest hair I had ever seen, it almost looked dark blue it was so black. “Come on! Why don’t you change and come along!” he said with a teasing tone.

“Get the hell out Brent, you guys too!” I screamed at the already changed guys.

“Come on! We want a show!” Brent hollered, all the guys hooped and yelled. I slightly blushed. This was an ongoing thing, they would tease me and it would take me forever to finally get changed because they spent so much time ogling me. There wasn’t much to ogle although. I was a 5’5, Carmel complected, mixed Native/Negro, with hair that was way too long and a B cup to go along with it.

“You know, maybe you’d get more ass if you weren’t such a fucktard all the time.” I laughed. The room burst into a fit of laughter. I stabbed my finger toward the door. “OUT!” I yelled. All the guys fell into a chorus of disappointed ‘awh man!’s but they filed out the door slowly.

Brent, was of course the last one to get out of the locker room. I had my back turned toward the door, fiddling with the lock on my locker, when I felt his hands on waist. I had on only my wife beater and sports bra on underneath. My uniform pants and pads were still on. I shivered at his touch, slightly shocked. “Sure you don’t want to come.” he whispered into my ear with minty breath. I wiggled out of his grip, trying not to make him think that he could just grope me when he felt like it. Even though I wouldn’t mind it, the boy was a class A sex God!

“Brent, get out.” I said simply. He smirked at me, before turning to leave. I shook my head as I watched him disappear from the locker room. Turning back to my lock, I heard the door open again. “Brent, if you don’t….” I trailed off when I saw coach Pays approach me. “Oh, hey coach.” he smiled at me.

“Hey Mahalla, here’s the playbook, I forgot to give it to you.” he said, thrusting a laminated book toward me.

“Thanks, coach.” I said, taking the book.

“Make sure you know the shit.” he said. “We’re going to need it if we’re going to beat Weston!” he said, with a maleish grunt. I nodded.

“Sure thing.” I agreed.

“Alrighty then, I’ll leave you to get changed. Get some rest Mahalla!” he said turning to leave.

“You too, coach.” I called after him. I turned back to my locker for the third time trying to unlock it, but the play book caught the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help myself. Dropping the lock and stripping off my wife beater, because it was way to hot in that damn locker room, I flung it on the bench and grabbed the playbook in my greedy hands. There was a good 30 pages to go through, so I made myself comfy on the bench, thinking that no one else would come busting in to bother me. I was totally wrong.

I’m a tough girl, hell I’m on the guys varsity football team for Christ sakes, but I was deathly scared of being murdered, so being alone in the locker room, at night just screamed Texas Chainsaw Massacre and when I heard the locker room door creak open, about 5 pages into the play book, I jumped up off the bench and braced myself against the lockers. You can imagine how pissed I was when none other than Carter Brent came straight at me from the shadows of the hall that lead to the door.

“Brent! What the hell…” I began, momentarily scared shitless, but was cut short. Brent didn’t stop and linger in front of me, he came straight into my personal space, dropping his bag, and shoved me hard up against the lockers. With a loud ‘OOMPH’ my bare back made contact with the cool metal and I was really aware that I was only a sports bra on my upper half. “What the fuc-…”

His lips crashed into mine and I was stunned. What the fuck is this fool doing. I liked it, but hey, I still happen to believe in chivalry! I pulled my hands up to his chest, and pushed but that only encouraged him to pull me closer, one hand landing on my bare back and the other clasped on the nape of my neck, making it impossible to turn away.

After a moment of his lips molding to mine, an idea burned into my mind, what if, I, just for a moment, just kissed him back. I mean I have wondered since like grade 8 what it would be like to kiss Carter Brent and here he is, kissing the hell out of me and I’m acting like a pansy ass. I sighed lightly, running my hands up his forearms, to rest on his shoulders. I could feel his warm skin under my fingertips and I liked it. Brent shifted closer to me, now his hands tracing my spine, making me shiver.

His tongue drew across my lips and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I opened my mouth letting his tongue explore my mouth. He traced little circles on the tip on my tongue with his. One of my hands had now grabbed a handful of his t shirt and the other drew around his waist, pulling him closer to me, if possible. I felt his teeth nip at my lip and then he sucked away any trace of that nip, making my whole body catch fire.

Our lips broke contact and he attacked my neck, kissing it hard and gently sucking. I had never kissed a boy before, but I had heard from my older sisters that it would be amazing if the boy was a good kisser. Brent must have been an orgasmic kisser because I felt like if he wasn’t holding me up, my knees would give out and I would fall to the ground.

“What the hell are we doing?” I finally gasped, remembering I was only supposed to kiss him back momentarily. After kissing down my jaw to my collarbone, licking my lightly, he pulled away.

I had never seen that look in Brent’s eyes before. His eyes smoldered, like pure lust. He still had his warm hands on my waist, gently tracing circles and rubbing my skin with his fingertips. I noticed that I too still had a death grip on his t shirt, grabbing so tight, my knuckled nearly turned white.

“I have wanted to do that for the longest time.” he blushed, looking down at my half clothed body. I suddenly felt self conscious as his eyes scrutinized my naked mid drift. I heard someone clear their throat, someone that wasn’t Brent. Glancing over Brent’s shoulder, I saw about 10 of our team mates that had snuck back in, probably to see what was taking Brent so long. Letting go, I swear that my face must have turned about three shades of red under their eyes. I scrambled to get my shirt as they began to rejoice!

“WOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!” they all yelled and some even whistled. Brent just laughed.

“It’s about freakin’ time, man!” one clapped Brent on the back. My eyes narrowed as I slipped my shirt back on.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘about time man!’ !!” I asked.

“He’s been complaining about wanting to kiss you since like 8th grade.” a shocked grin spread over my face. Brent’s face turned as red as a tomato as he smiled at me sheepishly.

Well, hot damn!

:D so it’s just random dream inspired one shot! Hope you enjoyed it.