Free Draw Play: A Sports Romance by Tia Lewis

come out.
    I wouldn’t get that knock on the door this time, but I didn’t need it. I wasn’t that kid anymore.
    I pulled out my books. Might as well study. Lady Chatterley's Lover . If I wasn’t getting any, I could at least read about somebody who did.

    * * *
    M onday night , I walked into the library and went straight to the table in the back, where I usually sat with Claire. Only somebody was already there. I took a step away, looking around for somewhere else to sit.
    “Jake?” I turned back to the girl at my table. I knew her voice, but not anything else. Then it hit me.
    “Claire?” No way. It was like looking at another person.
    “Yeah. It’s me.” She grinned.
    I took a slow walk to her, staring at her the whole time. Instead of wearing the oversized T-shirts and baggy blue jeans, she was dressed in a tight white tank top that hugged her body and an open button-down plaid shirt over it. Her tits filled in the top perfectly, and I could see her deep cleavage. The tan skirt she wore showed off smooth calves.
    Her hair looked totally different, too. It used to be long, flat. Now it sat on her shoulders, shiny, with a little curl to it. She was even wearing makeup.
    “I’m sorry I missed you. You look so different,” I stuttered.
    “It’s okay. Come sit down.”
    I put my book bag down. “How was your weekend?” I asked. “Busy?”
    She laughed. “Yeah. Busy. I did a little shopping, a little haircutting. You know.”
    I pulled my laptop and books out. My head was spinning. I couldn’t think straight. What the fuck was happening? It was as if she turned into a girl all of a sudden. When did she decide she had a body she wanted to show off?
    “How was your weekend?” She was taking notes on whatever she was reading so I couldn’t see her face. But she sounded a little pissed.
    “Um, okay. Busy.”
    “Did you have fun at the party?”
    Why did I feel guilty? Like she caught me doing something wrong. I’m an adult. I can do what the fuck I want . “Yeah. It was a great time—since we won the game and all. We thought we could use a little fun. You should have been there.” No way could I tell her the truth that I had read until one in the morning then woke up with a massive boner after dreaming about one of the scenes in the book.
    “I talked to your coach this morning. I told him you’re doing a good job.” She looked at me. “Don’t make a liar out of me, okay?”
    “You didn’t tell him I partied over the weekend?”
    “No, because I’m not your mother. But I think it would be good if you got serious.”
    I nodded. “Okay. How did you know about the party?”
    “I have my ways.”
    “Such as?”
    “Such as my roommate was there, and she saw you. She mentioned it because she knows I’m tutoring you.”
    “Your roommate was there? How come you weren’t?”
    She rolled her green eyes. “Yeah, right. I would be awesome at a frat party.”
    “What? Have you ever even been to one?”
    “Hell no!” She shook her head in disgust.
    “Then how would you know what it’s like?”
    “I just know I wouldn’t have fun. It’s not my thing.”
    I didn’t argue with her because it wasn’t like I wanted her there. I didn’t want it getting around that I had a tutor. Even after a week, it still bothered me. The guys would never let me live it down. I could almost hear them. Plus, she didn’t seem like she knew how to let loose.
    “Anyway, it’s a new week. And I have more work to do.” She pointed to my laptop. “So do you.”
    “Yes, Ma’am.” I pulled my notes out and started typing them up. Only I kept looking at her over the screen. I couldn’t believe I was thinking it … but she was kind of cute. She made me wonder how the girls I usually slept with looked without makeup on, too. If that’s what a decent hairstyle and makeup could do for a woman.
    “How are things going? Don’t you have that Sociology exam next week?” she asked.
    “Huh? Oh, yeah. I can’t