You Gotta Be a Football Hero
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 3: Helping Vera
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Helping Vera - In high school, I was a good soccer player, but I felt jealous of the guys on the football team. They got all the attention, playing before hundreds of adoring fans, and I won’t even mention the cheerleaders. When my soccer team played, we might be lucky to have 50-60 parents and friends watching us, and there was never a cheerleader in sight. So, when an opportunity arose for me to use my soccer skills to fill a need for a placekicker on the football team, I took a chance on it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Group Sex First Oral Sex Big Breasts Small Breasts
I tossed and turned for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable in a strange bed, while also dealing with the memories of what happened there earlier that night. Just as I got comfortable, the door opened and Donna walked in. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and for a brief moment, I wondered if she was going to offer herself to me, but that wasn’t why she was there.
“Good,” she said, “you’re not asleep. We need to talk. I think Kimmie and Shay must have told you this before, but I need to emphasize it. Mark, you absolutely can never tell anyone what happened here tonight. I know there will be a lot of people who will be curious. There always are when we have one of our special parties, but it would cause one hell of a lot of problems for the girls, and probably get me arrested.
“So, if anyone who was here tonight hears something being spread around school, or on social media, about your adventures tonight, I can guarantee you that your life will be terrible. You don’t mess with the Jefferson cheerleaders. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I told her, wondering if it was a mistake to ‘ma’am’ her. She really wasn’t that old. “Don’t worry, nobody would believe me anyway. Things like this just don’t happen to guys like me.”
“You’re probably right, but I want to make sure you understand. Now, one more thing, don’t think that Kimmie, Shay, or Beckie are your girlfriends now. If you see them around school, they’ll probably just ignore you. You’ve gone back to being just another student and football player to them, so don’t be too disappointed.”
Donna patted my knee, which was kind of a little thrill all in itself, then she said, “All right then, I just wanted to make sure you got it. Now, scoot over. You’re sharing the bed tonight.” She turned toward the door and said, “Okay, sweetie, you can come in now.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised when Vera walked in. Her long brunette hair, usually in a ponytail, was flowing loosely down her back. That one change made her look older and sexier. This wasn’t the little girl I’d watched growing up next door. She was wearing an oversized Jefferson High Cheerleaders t-shirt, which hung halfway down her thighs. I couldn’t help wondering what, if anything, she had on under it. For a fourteen-year-old, she looked very inviting. Vera smiled at me shyly, then slid under the covers on the side of the bed I had cleared for her.
Donna headed for the door, then stopped and looked back at us. “You kids have a good night. I’ll cook breakfast for you in the morning, if you’re not too hungover.” She turned off the light and left, closing the door behind her.
I looked over at Vera. There was a small nightlight on the wall, so we weren’t in total darkness. She was lying on her side, facing me, her head propped on one hand. It didn’t look like she was in any hurry to go to sleep, and now, neither was I.
“Aren’t you curious why I’m here?” she asked.
“Uh, cuz you’re spending the night, and Donna doesn’t have any more beds? I could go sleep on the sofa in the living room if you want the whole bed.”
“You don’t really mean that,” Vera said. “I bet just the idea of me spending the night with you is making you get hard already.” To test whether that was true or not, she plunged her hand under the covers and into my boxers, quickly finding that yes, indeed, I was growing erect again. She held onto my cock like she was afraid it might try to get away and asked, “Remember when we were talking earlier, and I told you that there were some things I had to do if I wanted to be on the varsity squad next year?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, there’s another Jefferson High cheerleader’s secret that you’ve probably never heard about. One of the rules for making varsity is you can’t be a virgin. When I heard that you were going to be here tonight, I told Kimmie and Shay that I’ve had a crush on you for a few years. They figured you might be the right guy to fix my ... problem.”
“A crush?” I mumbled. “I didn’t know that.”
“Only since I was maybe ten or eleven,” she giggled. “Didn’t you notice me watching you when you were mowing your parents’ lawn, or washing your dad’s car, and how I always tried to be included when you and your friends played soccer in the Thompsons’ front yard?”
“I figured you were just kind of a tomboy,” I told her. “And I did notice you. I just always thought you were too young to be interested in boys, me included.”
“Well, that was then, and this is now.” Vera held my cock during that conversation.
“Was Beckie right?” she asked, “Did your dick get a little harder when you saw my body?”
“You have a very nice body, Vera, so ... yeah, it probably twitched a little.”
She took my wrist and guided my arm up under the long shirt she was wearing. My hand slid all the way up, until it came to rest on one bare breast. On the way up, I hadn’t felt any panties, only a small patch of pubic hair, so the question of what she might have been wearing under her shirt had been answered.
I started gently squeezing and rubbing her soft mound. “You like it?” she asked. It was an unnecessary question, because I was sure she could feel me twitching again.
“Uh-huh.” I moved my hand to the other side of her chest and massaged that boob for a few seconds.
“U-m-m,” she whispered, “I didn’t know it felt this nice when a guy does that. Wanna kiss ‘em?”
I could tell that Vera was feeling adventurous. She didn’t wait for me to answer before she sat up, pulled her shirt up over her head, and threw it on the floor, then lay back down. Her beautiful teenage body was on display, and I didn’t hesitate, afraid that somehow this magical moment might disappear and I would wake up to find it had all been a dream. I bent over her and took one round candy-apple goodie into my mouth. I wasn’t too sure what to do next, but I tried sucking on the tiny nipple that seemed to want to be sucked.
Vera moaned and put her hand on the back of my head, holding me in place, even though I had no intention of going anywhere. I had spent many nights in my bed as I was growing up, stroking myself to a glorious orgasm with Vera’s face and body as my stimulant, so this was an erotic dream come true.
After what seemed like an hour of that delightful treat, but was probably more like thirty seconds, I looked up and smiled at her. “Your breasts aren’t just beautiful, they taste good too.” It was a silly thing to say, but this had been a silly night.
“I’m layin’ here naked, and you’re still dressed. That’s not fair,” Vera complained. I took the hint and quickly took off my shirt and underwear. I knew she had seen me naked earlier, so I wasn’t too self-conscious as she checked out my body. “I want to try what Kimmie did,” she announced, and before I could object, not that I was going to anyway, she bent over my lap and took the head of my dick into her warm mouth.
The little bit of oral sex that Kimmie had been able to try before her time ran out had been stimulating, but it only took me a few seconds to find out that Vera’s inexperienced mouth felt even better, even though her technique left something to be desired. Her teeth were scraping me, and her tongue felt weird, like there was something hard on it. When she gagged herself, she gave up.
She gave me a big smile, and that’s when I saw it. Vera had a stud in her tongue. I knew some girls got their ears pierced, but getting a tongue piercing was still rare in those days. After I overcame my shock, I asked, “Why did you do that to yourself?”
“I was with a couple of the other j.v. cheerleaders at the mall, and we just kinda dared each other. I thought it might help me make varsity next year.”
“When did you do it?”
“A few months ago. My parents didn’t know I’d done it until one night at supper a few days later, when I laughed at something funny my dad said. Boy, were they pissed. So, how was my blowjob technique? Better than Kimmie?”
“Not bad,” I told her, pretending to have more experience than I actually had, “but that ... thing ... made it feel kind of weird.”
She sat back and smiled at me. “Believe it or not, I’ve been practicing with bananas, and even a popsicle, so I thought it would be easier than it was. Sorry about gagging, maybe I’m not ready for dick sucking yet.”
“I think you were in too much of a hurry,” was all I could think to say.
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t really want to suck your dick anyway. I want you to fuck me. So, how do we do it? You on top, or should I ride you like Beckie?”
It was unsettling to hear those words from a girl I had watched grow up and still thought of as the kid next door. I started to ask her one more time if she was sure, but what she had just said seemed to be all the reassurance I needed. The only question was if I was up to it. I don’t mean I was unsure if my body would respond properly; my cock felt as hard as it had been all night. What I was worried about was if I was psychologically capable of deflowering a fourteen-year-old girl who had just told me she had a crush on me since she was a kid. In a way, it almost seemed like rape, but I told myself that she was the one who wanted it.
Even though the idea of making love to Vera was very exciting, I was hesitant, but there didn’t seem to be any way for me to avoid taking her cherry. Even if I pretended to be too sleepy or tired, an idea I briefly considered, Vera probably would have managed to get my dick inside her and accomplish the task anyway. At least, that’s what I told myself. “Just lie down and relax. Leave the rest up to me,” I told her, sounding way more confident and experienced than I really was.
She followed my instructions, lying flat on her back and looking up at me with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as I leaned over her. I kissed her, as gently and passionately as I could, hoping it would feel like a lover’s kiss to her - which is what it was to me. That damned stud was distracting, though.
While my tongue was still exploring the inside of her mouth, I put one hand over her puffy pubic mound and let one finger slide down through her slit and into her virgin opening. She was already wet, so I didn’t feel like I needed to do a lot more to prepare her. Just as a test, I tried inserting a finger into her warm opening. It went in one knuckle deep easily, and Vera only moaned in response. I continued to probe for a bit longer, then she opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I’ve been practicing ... there too,” she admitted, “using my finger and a small pen, so I might already be a little bit ... you know ... open, but your finger feels better.”
“You’ve never hurt yourself?”
“Just a little. I don’t think you have to worry about it. I’m ready. Come on, Mark, I don’t want to wait any more.”
Vera spread her legs wider, encouraging me with her body as much as her words. I put all my doubts and hesitations away. This was happening; there was no use in putting it off any longer. Hovering over her, I propped myself on one arm and used my free hand to guide my cherry-destroyer to its target. I rubbed the tip between her already damp labia for a moment to take advantage of her natural lubrication, then, when it felt slippery enough, I pressed forward.