Chapter 4
I dove head first into the school year. Although a lot of my time was taken up with athletics, I managed to keep my pledge to myself and the school. I studied very conscientiously and after a while, I forgot about all of the partying that was going on around me. I kept myself so busy with sports and schooling that I was usually too tired to do any kind of partying.
I attended the first meeting of the football team. All of the regulars, the returning members from the previous year's squad, were sitting on one side of the room and all of the new members who were trying out were sitting on the other. All of the new members were looking over at me, trying to figure out whether or not they were in the right place.
I guess some of them thought that they might have wandered into the volleyball tryouts, or something, by mistake.
Coach McGee came in and we gave him a rousing cheer. He gazed down at our numbers and he felt pretty proud, I guess. I had brought a lot of fame and notoriety to the school and everybody and his brother had come there this year to try out. A lot of them had heard, I figured, that we had had a good football team, but not that many of them knew why.
Coach McGee gave his usual pre-tryout talk. "Now I want all of you to know," he was saying, "that I do not pick the players for the team by the way they look, or how smart they are, or by any off-the-field favors that they may be able to do for me."
Bullshit, I couldn't help thinking to myself.
"I pick my players fairly and squarely, by the rules and by the amount of good that they are going to be able to do for this team. I don't give out any favors and I don't seek any from anyone. If you make this team it will be because you deserved to make it, not because I like you in any special way."
He was smiling broadly and all of the new players were very impressed with his sincerity. All of the old players were joking snidely, under their breaths.
"All right," he said, "I'll see all of you out on the field in another fifteen minutes." He got up and walked out of the room and everyone got up to follow.
We got over to the gym and I went into my private dressing room. I had been checking out the new crop of players and it seemed as though there were quite a few handsome ones. I knew then that this season was going to be even more fun than the last one.
The tryouts went smoothly and I once again made the team. I was a pretty valuable commodity to any one of the athletic teams at the school now and practically the only thing I had to do to make one would be to show up at the tryouts. I didn't plan to take advantage of that, but I wouldn't turn down any charity, either.
One particularly funny incident occurred during the tryouts. The quarterback, Billy, told me that he was going to hand the ball off to me and that I was to run through a hole that the blockers were going to open for me. It sounded pretty good and I figured that it would work on the field as well as it had sounded in the huddle.
Well, after I managed to get some of the hands of the players off of my ass in the huddle, I went over to my position. Billy called the signals and when the ball was snapped, I ran toward him and he handed me the ball.
I headed toward the hole that the blockers had opened up and I assumed that I was going to get a pretty easy gain of ten yards or so.
But I forgot to count on the fact that we had new players on the defense, trying out and trying to make a name for themselves, as well as to win a place on the team. I saw three of the biggest monsters I have ever seen on a football field, all converging on me at the same time. I figured that my football career, as well as my young life, would be over if any or all of them reached me. I beat a hasty retreat back through the hole that I had just run through.
I figured that the coach would blow the whistle when he saw this, stopping play, so that we could start another one. But as I glanced over at the sidelines, where he was standing, I saw that he was talking to some local newspapermen, telling him what a good year he expected his team to have this year.
I felt like yelling over to him that if he didn't hurry up and blow that whistle, this part of his team wouldn't be having any year. But rather than stand there and wait for him to save me and probably get killed waiting, I ran for my life. The three guys just kept running after me, because they didn't really think that they should stop. After all, if they were going to make the team, they had to make a good impression. I just didn't want them to make their impression on my head.
Well, Billy soon realized that I was being chased and he started running after them to let them know that it was all right and that they could stop now. He finally caught up to us, about thirty yards behind the line of scrimmage. He started yelling at them to stop, but they weren't satisfied. They thought that he was a blocker, trying to stop them from getting me and one of them swung a forearm right into his throat. The last thing that I could see over my shoulder was Billy hitting the ground and then the rest of the team began to chase after us.
I was really scared now and it didn't look like anyone was coming to the rescue any time soon. I kept looking over at the sidelines now and waving frantically at the coach, but he was too busy having his picture taken for the newspaper.
I had almost reached our own end zone and I was hoping that they would stop when they saw that I had scored a touchdown for them. But they didn't and I ran right off of the field with the ball and toward the stands. They began to suspect now that they should stop and as they were running, they kept looking over at the coach. He was still very busy with the newspapermen and the three of them started looking at each other.
But the thing that was so funny was that none of them was sure whether or not they should stop chasing me. Although they were in college, they weren't quite bright enough yet to determine if the time was right to end the play. They hadn't heard a whistle and that was the only thing that they were going to react to. It didn't matter to them that they had chased me up into the stands and that the four of us were running around, tripping over the bleachers. They hadn't heard a whistle and there was really no reason to stop.
I was getting tired now and I wondered how much longer I was going to be able to stay out of their reach. I kept looking over at the coach, hoping that he would notice me. But he was being noticed by someone himself and all of the attention that he was receiving was more than he could afford to ignore. He was having his big day in the spotlight and he realized, I guess, that a championship season would even get him on television and in the newspapers across the country. He figured that the best thing to do would be to be as nice as he possibly could to the newspapermen, so that they would come back.
I looked down onto the field, hoping that I could attract someone's attention long enough to be rescued. A few players had been foolhardy enough to try and stop these three guys, but the three of them had a total weight of about a ton and they all stood at least six-feet-six. They were flicking the other players off like flies, right up there in the empty stands. I knew that even the Marx Brothers wouldn't ever be able to come up with anything like this.
I looked down onto the field and I saw Billy staggering to his feet. He had been knocked unconscious by the force of the blow from the defender's forearm and he looked as if he didn't know where he was. Finally he glanced dazedly up at the stands and he remembered that he was supposed to be trying to help me. He started running toward the stands and I knew that nothing would be able to help me, except the coach's whistle.
I began yelling down to him. "The whistle! The whistle!" He couldn't hear me, and he yelled back up. "What?" he said.
I was ready to start cursing and I hollered at the top of my lungs. "Blow the whistle!"
It took a second for the sound to hit him and then it took another couple of seconds for him to understand what I meant. When he did, he trotted off to the sidelines and he tried to interrupt the coach's interview.
Coach McGee seemed pretty pissed that Billy was bothering him in the midst of his big chance for fame. I saw him trying to push Billy away, trying to tell him to save it until later. I was afraid that this was it, the end of my football career and everything that went with it. The three monsters were just about on top of me now and I had the feeling that the whistle that was to spare my life would come too late.
I lost my footing and fell down. I lay there, watching sadly as the brutes made their way quickly toward me. They all raised their arms at once and prepared to dive onto me.
The whistle came, not a moment too soon and I breathed the deepest sigh of relief imaginable.
They stood there, almost disappointed and turned to head back down to the field.
I looked down at Coach McGee, who was arguing with Billy now. The reporters had been insulted that their interview was being so callously interrupted and they had left. If there was any chance for the coach to make it into the paper now, it was on the strength of the team's showing.
When I arrived at the field, he was hopping mad. He acted as though the whole thing was my fault and he made the whole team run ten laps around the field. I was ready to collapse, but I made it.
When we finished, he was still mad. He was mad enough to want to go home and sulk, so he cancelled the practice and told us to come back the next day. I went home and went directly to bed and to this day, I have never had a better night's sleep. On the next day, we picked up where we had left off. We practiced for about two hours and as we were playing, a thought crept up on me. I had been almost as stupid as the three goons who had been chasing me the day before. I could have easily given them the ball and they probably would have stopped chasing me.
But then I figured that they were defensive men and what had been drilled into them ever since they were big enough to play football was to KILL. They probably wouldn't have stopped until they hit something, I thought.
The coach finally decided on his team and all of the rejects went their dismal way. I was glad to see that the three goons had made the team and that they would now be chasing down opposing quarterbacks, instead of me.
I went into my locker room and was getting dressed, when my thoughts turned to Earl. I wondered what he was doing. I wondered if he wasn't fucking some beautiful young co-ed, right at that very moment. I was almost sure that he was doing his share of the partying over at his school, and although I felt bad, I really couldn't blame him. After all, it would be a while before I would see him again and I planned to have some fun for myself, too.
I began to feel very horny, just at the thought of him. I decided that something was going to have to be done about the situation and it would have to be done very soon.
I had just put on my panties and I was admiring my figure in the mirror, when I suddenly saw a young fellow in it. He had wandered into the room by accident and he was looking around, trying to figure out if he was in the right place. He hadn't yet seen me and when he did see me, looking at him in the mirror, he jumped. He hadn't expected to see me standing there, but he quickly regained his composure.
He had the wildest red hair and deep blue eyes. He was a very handsome guy and he seemed to have appeared almost at my command.
I was standing there in my panties only and I walked brazenly toward him. He kept trying to look at my face, but his eyes wouldn't leave my naked breasts, bouncing as they approached him. Every so often, he would glance down to my legs and his eyes would get stuck staring at the darkened area in my panties that was my bush.
He seemed mesmerized by my body, walking slowly and seductively toward him. He didn't know what to say or do. He was just sort of frozen there, like a statue.
I stepped up to him and walked back around him. I asked him, "Don't you know that you're in the wrong place?"
He gulped and composed his thoughts and his words rather quickly.
"Yeah, I guess I just sort of stumbled in, you know?" he replied.
He looked at me in the mirror, watching every move that I made, almost as if he didn't trust me.
"Relax," I told him. "I'm not going to hurt you." I reminded myself of a vamp.
When I had gotten him to relax, I continued. "Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable?" I said. "Take off your shoes. As a matter of fact, why don't you take off all of your clothes and this way we can both relax together."
He seemed to like this idea a lot and he smiled. He stood there and willingly began to undress. I stood there watching him and it seemed that the more he looked at my body, the hotter he got and the faster he undressed.
When he had gotten all of his clothes off, I really took him by surprise. "Let's play hide-and-go-seek," I told him and I dashed off behind some lockers. It was a big room and I knew that I wouldn't have any trouble staying out of his sight for awhile.
I left him there with an unbelieving look on his face. He began to run after me and it seemed almost as if he was trying to find me because he was afraid of being left there alone, instead of because he would get to fuck me when he found me.
I was slipping around the lockers, narrowly missing him several times. I would always see him rushing by a locker, maybe fifteen or twenty feet away, thinking that he was on the verge of discovering me. I would invariably hear him cursing or muttering to himself and I ended up chasing him after a while. All I really had to do was just follow him around and I really didn't have to worry about him finding me.
For a moment, though, I lost him and then I began to wonder where he was. I was the one who was getting a little nervous now and I couldn’t hear him stepping. On several occasions, I thought that he was right behind me and I jumped. I was sure that I kept seeing him out of the corner of my eye, but he was never there.
Finally, I figured that he either wasn't there anymore, or he had really outwitted me. I stood in the middle of a row of lockers and I finally gave up.
"Okay, you win, you can come out now."
I looked up and down both ways, but I didn't see anything.
All at once, he landed right in front of me. He had been hiding on top of the lockers and he just jumped off of them in front of me.
I screamed and almost jumped out of my skin and then the two of us laughed heartily.
I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him. I pressed my body close to his and I felt his dick rising up between the space in between my legs. He rubbed it back and forth and as we kissed, I could feel myself getting carried away in his arms.
His cock was stimulating my clit and he reached over and slipped his fingers inside of the top of my panties. He slipped them slowly down below my ass and they fell down around my knees. He twirled the hair of my bush around in his fingers and I could feel myself creaming freely under his touch.
I shifted my legs slightly and the panties, which had been sitting around my knees, fell to the floor. I bent one knee upward and stepped out of them. As I did this, his probing fingers made their way quickly to my clit. He rubbed it gently and kneaded it with the juice that had been flowing from it. I felt as though I was at his mercy and I couldn't even find the strength to kick the panties off of my other foot.
Finally, though, I did, for I did not want to wait any longer. I kicked them away and I started to pull back from him, so that I could lie down on the floor, or somewhere.
But he pulled me back closer to him and we pressed our bodies tightly together. He reached around behind me and took the cheeks of my ass in his hands. He rubbed them languidly, spreading them and kneading them as a baker would knead dough. His fingers played around in my asshole, flitting and flirting with it and finally, he stuck the tip of his middle finger ever so slightly into it.
I did not know how, as it seemed to defy all the laws of human convention and of common sense, but the feeling of his finger in there gave me a great amount of pleasure. I stuck my ass out a little and he stuck his finger in further. It seemed that the further in that he went with it, the better it felt. It was stimulating my pussy, for some strange reason and I knew that I would have something new for Earl and I to try out, the next time that I saw him ...
Now his fingers moved further in between my legs. He spread them gently and he felt the cream oozing out all over onto his fingers. He wiped his finger gently across the lips of my pussy, causing me to cringe in delight. Then he stuck the tip of that same, delicious middle finger into the opening of my vagina.
It felt so good that I stood up on my toes. The sensation was one of pure delight and sometimes, something feels so good, that you almost don't want it to happen. It's almost as if you'll pee on yourself, from the amount of good feeling that it gives you.
Well, at last he plunged that finger slowly in. I wondered if he would be as good with his prick as he was with that finger. If so, I knew that I would be in for a real good time.
His finger moved slowly, yet deeply, in and out of me. I had closed my legs tightly and it felt as though I were a tight virgin. It felt so good, that after awhile, I couldn't keep my legs closed any more. I just sort of relaxed and left it up to him.
Well, he took over and he sure knew what to do. I couldn't believe that he would actually try it, but he was really going to try to make love to me standing up.
I almost laughed at the thought as it crossed my mind. I wanted him to, because I always was one to want to try something different.
He slipped his cock in between my legs and he lifted me up off the ground. He was a lot stronger than he had appeared to be and holding me up didn't seem to be an effort for him at all.
I raised my legs up and wrapped them around him. I could feel the tip of his dick, resting in my slot. I smiled at him and he smiled back and then he gave a slight push. I felt his long, hard shaft, sliding slowly into me and filling me with its warmth. I felt as if my entire body were being possessed by it.
I had had my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and now I tightened up my hold even more. He was the squeeziest, most cuddly thing I had seen in a long time and I wanted to make the most of the position that I was now in. And besides, he was ramming his rod into me pretty fast now and I was really enjoying this new sensation.
I could feel his balls slapping against me as he plunged his member in each time. They were swinging back and forth and they felt good as they slapped against the naked skin of my ass.
I was very wet and horny and before long, I could feel my cunt beginning to bubble over in desire.
I tightened up my grip around his neck even more now, as I felt passion overtaking me. I wanted his hot, long prick all the way in and I pushed my body outward to meet his thrusts.
Soon, I remembered a trick that had come in handy once before, although it had gone largely unappreciated. As he pulled me in tight to his cock each time, I wiggled my ass quickly. I could see by the expression on his handsome face that he was getting the absolute most out of my athletic skill.
After I had wiggled on about five thrusts, I knew that I couldn't hold out any more. I gave in to the passion that had been rising between my legs and I came in a torrent of delirious emotion. My pussy was contracting, clutching, squeezing his dick in the heat of its fiery passion and the experience was too much for him to withstand, also. His cock exploded in a burst of onrushing semen, pouring into my vagina and filling me up with the golden fluid.
As he came in me, he moved forward to rest my back on one of the lockers, so that he could ease the weight of my body and really get the most out of his orgasm. The cold metal of the locker on my back had caused me to wiggle even more as I came and this had, in turn, added to his pleasure.
He was kissing me furiously, all over my face and I had the idea that he wasn't ever going to let me down. After we had both calmed down and our hearts had stopped beating, he lowered my legs to the floor. They had been up in the air for so long, that I almost collapsed. My knees buckled slightly, but he held me up long enough to regain my balance.
I looked up at him and we both laughed. It had been a terrific afternoon for the both of us and I was almost sorry to see it end.
"Look," I told him, "I'm engaged, but not to anyone who goes to school here. I'd like to see you every so often, as a friend, you know?"
He seemed to like the idea. I asked him his name and he told me that it was Harry. I introduced myself and told him that I was on the football and basketball teams. He remarked that he had seen me play for them both several times and he asked if I would like to try out for his sport that year.
"What is your sport?" I asked him.
"Weightlifting," he said with a grin and we both cracked up.
We walked out of the locker room together, after we had dressed and we started up the stairs. Several of the players spied us walking together and a large chorus of catcalls and hoots erupted. I smiled and put my head down, for I was a bit embarrassed. He just laughed and we walked out of the door, paying no further attention to any of them.
We remained good friends for the rest of the year and when the school season was over, I was almost sad to see him go. But I had a very good man to look forward to being with, so I didn't mind too much.
I played a lot more football that season than I had expected I would. The team had been hurt through graduation and I assumed a much larger role in the proceedings than I would have thought.
On several occasions my play was outstanding. In one game, I managed to score three touchdowns and I left the opposing team absolutely stunned. As I was being carried off the field by our fans, I heard the losing coach screaming at me, "Don't come back next year, bitch!" I laughed at him.
We went on to win nine out of ten games that year. In the final game, which was to determine who would be going into the tournament for the national championship, I took what was sure to be a touchdown and fumbled it just short of the end zone, at the end of the game. Everyone on the team was very mad at me, until they remembered that I was just a girl.
I played a lot of basketball that year, too. Everyone was sure that we were going to go into the playoffs and wipe everyone out. We had most of the players from the previous season and we had me. I had come to be known as the "Secret Weapon" of my school's team. Every time we were down, near the end of a game, the coach would send me in and I would thoroughly confuse the other team with my unorthodox style of play.
Either that or we would send the five players into the locker room for a quick blow job.
After that season, my body ached more than it usually did. I decided, after much soul-searching and conferring with my family and Earl that I was much too fragile to be risking my life and limbs the way I had been. We all knew that I had been extremely lucky up until now and we also knew that there wasn't much time before my luck would run out.
In my third year at the school, I devoted my time completely to studying and partying. I decided once and for all to leave the athletic activities to the boys.
And the partying and the lovemaking to the girls.
After I graduated school, with a Bachelor's degree in Physical Education, no less, I settled down in the town in which I had lived my entire life. Earl and I went on to have several children together and I soon found that there was really no man in the world that I would ever need again.
We soon became your average American family, with a twist.
We were both very liberated, progressive thinkers and we managed to work out an agreement for marriage that neither of us has ever reneged upon. And we have both been extremely happy with the arrangement.
On Sunday afternoons, Earl does the cooking and he takes care of the children. I sit and watch the football games.
During the winter, I do the cooking and the chores on Sunday afternoons, while he watches the basketball games.
And you know what?
We are living quite happily ever after.