Quarterback's Big Score: An Erotic Texas High School Football Romance

By Ken James

"I'll be your dirty girlfriend . . ."

Starting quarterback Travis Williams is taking the Conner Cougars to State.

To get Trav relaxed for the big game, a wealthy Cougars booster hooks him up with an exclusive escort.

The apparently sophisticated and intimidating young lady turns out to be a down-home Texas girl with a deep and abiding love for high school football—and the studs who play it. She'll be Trav's "dirty girlfriend," who'll do anything for him in bed . . . and does!
A story of lust, love, and Texas high school football.

11,000 words of explicit male-female sex, including anal sex, analingus, and pegging.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Dec 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463722473

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Quarterback's Big Score

Ken James

Ken James Fiction

Austin, Texas

http://kenjamesfiction.com

Quarterback's Big Score © 2018 by Ken James

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language and may be considered offensive by some readers.

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

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Five

About Ken James

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Books by Ken James

Dark Flowers

A Request From the Author

One

Nervous? Sonny Childers stopped the Escalade in front of the Hyatt.

Nah. I didn't sound too convincing. This was like the pre-game jitters, only a lot worse.

Relax. Sony slapped my shoulder. You'll be fine. He handed me a key card. It's Suite 604. The private elevator is on the right. You'll have to use the key card.

Thank you, sir.

Uh-uh. Just call me 'Sonny.' And you don't need to thank me. We want you good and relaxed for the game tomorrow. It's been six years since the Cougars have been to State.

I mumbled something and got out. I'd only been to the Hyatt a few times, and the giant atrium was kind of intimidating for a small town boy. It was 8:00 p.m. and the only other person in the big room was a bored-looking clerk behind the counter. The faint sound of elevator music and the steady hum of conversation from the bar filled the air.

There were four elevators. Three had brushed steel doors. The door on the far right was gleaming copper—or maybe gold. I took the card out of my suit pocket and slipped it into the slot by the door. It opened almost silently.

Inside, the music was louder. There were only two buttons, labeled Lobby and Penthouse. I pushed Penthouse.

The elevator stopped and I stepped out into a long hall with thick carpeting. Original oil paintings of Texas scenes decorated the walls. A half-dozen elaborately-carved doors stretched along each wall and there were double doors bearing the Presidential Seal at the far end of the hall.

The rooms had names, as well as numbers. Room 604 was halfway down the hall. The plaque over its door read Spindletop. My heart was pounding and my stomach was tying itself into knots. I'd almost rather be facing a whole squad of offensive linemen. I gathered my nerve and pressed the doorbell. I didn't hear any sound from inside, but the door opened after a few seconds.

The beautiful young lady carried herself with the easy assured grace of those born to wealth and sophistication. She seemed to be about my brother's age. He'd just graduated from college. Even with my fresh haircut, barber shop shave, suit, tie, and polished shoes, I felt like an awkward kid.

Her filmy black dress clung to every curve of her tall athletic body. It was cut low in front and ended at mid-thigh, showing off her big breasts and long muscular legs. It was hard to keep looking at her face, rather than down her dress, but I managed. She had curly shoulder-length brown hair and a pretty country-girl face, with warm brown eyes and a mischievous smile.

While I was still trying to speak, she smiled. Hello, Trav, she said in a carefully-modulated voice. I'm Angela Hart. Please come in. She took my hand and led me into the suite. The door closed behind us with a nearly-silent click.

We walked through the small foyer into a living room larger than the one in my folks' house. The lights were low and soft music was playing.

The room's entire back wall was a floor-to-ceiling window. Angela took me to a love seat in front of the window.

Two glasses sat on the coffee table, beside a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Angela smiled and squeezed my thigh, then turned to open the champagne. She bent forward, giving me an amazing view of her big firm breasts. I couldn't help staring.

Angela's eyes were sparkling and her smile was even warmer when she straightened up and handed me a glass. She didn't glance at my lap, but I knew she was aware of the immense bulge in my pants. Don't be shy, she said. "I like it when the right