Ann Winter wasn't a Women's Liberationist but she really enjoyed invigorating sports competition. For the most part, the competition she was equal to was male. She could play football or baseball with the best of them. Besides, contact sports with the opposite sex afforded pleasurable sexual encounters as well. From the coaches to the teams she experienced locker-room orgies, shower-stall sucks and quarterback fucking.
Ann's introduction to the college life, however, included much more. She experimented with drugs, tried a little lesbian loving and turned on a couple of professors while she was at it. She ignored her intellectual studies, but did Arm practice her sexual ones!
Then, on her first summer home from school, she meets Earl. With one lesson in the pleasures of a super-stud's sucking and fucking, she becomes hooked. However, after vacation they must part and return to their respective schools. Ann is caught in a dilemma - she loves Earl, but she also, has to have hot cock constantly. What does she do? A combination of married life with the right to roam solves the problem.
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Ann Winter. I'm pretty sure that you have never heard of me, but I have made quite a name for myself in the world of athletics. I'm not exactly what you might call a lady jock, but ever since I was a little girl, I have always been intrigued by the masculine mystique, the heroes that all male athletes were made into. The homage and adoration given to these men was, I'm sure, justly deserved. But I was determined to prove that women, as well as men, were fully capable of earning these awards on the athletic field.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a woman's libber. I still believe very firmly in the concept of male supremacy. If not in the home, or in employment, or even on the playing field, then at least in bed. I'm not the kind of woman to beat a man in a sport and then assume that he can't do anything else right, either, as you will soon find out.
I believe that women should be women and men should be men, but that the twain can sometimes meet. There are so many different fields of endeavor that women have been banned from, things that they can do rather easily and the same holds true for men. Women run the risk of being called butch, for no good reason and men are afraid that they will be laughed at and called fairies for doing something like knitting. The whole situation has gotten quite ridiculous, if you ask me.
When I was a little girl, I used to watch the football players on TV and I would think how big and strong and handsome they all looked. I wanted very much to meet them when I grew up, but I never dreamed that I would someday get the opportunity to actually play their sports against them. And to make love to a whole lot of them, too.
Despite what you may be thinking, I'm not a hulking, six-feet-ten-inch monster, the kind of girl that only the biggest guy on the school basketball team would go out with, because there wouldn't be anyone else for him to see and not look like a fool next to. I'm not exactly short, either. Although I stand 5'8" in my bare feet, I only weigh 130 and I still manage to look, dress and act like Momma's little girl.
When I went to high school, I tried out for the football team. They said anyone could try out, so I figured, why not? They didn't say that any boy could try out, they said anyone. So when I showed up for the tryouts in my gym shorts and sneakers, with my long, straight blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, I was bewildered at the hysterical laughter of the boys on the team. I didn't know why they were laughing. I figured it was because the coach had taken a look at me and his mouth had dropped to the floor.
All of the guys trying out were laughing at him and this made him mad. He finally restored order and sat down to address the team. He made a short speech about how anyone who made the team would make it on his own, with no favoritism shown to anyone. He didn't look my way once during the whole talk, but everyone knew exactly who he was talking to.
Finally, when it came the time for the actual tryouts, I felt very confident. I had played a lot of football, in fact, I had played a lot of different sports with my Dad and my two brothers and I thought that I had a pretty fair shot at making the team. I decided that the position I would best be suited for was halfback, for several reasons. I was pretty small, compared to the rest of the team and I was a lot more fragile. But I made up for these shortcomings with my fair speed and my deceptive moves. I knew that I was going to give them a hell of a time, if nothing else.
One of the boys who was trying out for quarterback came over to me. His name was Billy and he had been watching me during the meeting. He wasn't like most of the guys. Some of them hadn't quite discovered girls yet, but almost all of them were regarding me as a freak, instead of a girl with the courage to try something different.
But not Billy. He said that he admired me for trying and I knew that he secretly liked me, too. He said that we would work together, when we could. He would try to give me as many chances with the ball as he could and I would do my best to make him look good. By working together and helping each other out, we both stood a much better chance of making the team.
Well, the time came for our first play from scrimmage. Billy handed the ball off to me and I saw an opening in the defensive line that I could get through. Well, as soon as I started to run through, three huge boys from the opposing squad came toward me, all at once. I never knew the meaning of terror until then. This was one aspect of the game that had escaped me until now. It didn't look all that bad on TV. They looked like they were having fun, even when they were getting hit. I found out that it wasn't all that much fun to get hit.
Another thing that I found out was that boys will be boys, even football-playing boys. As I went down under the three of them, which seemed like the weight of about ten of them, I felt their horny little fingers, clutching and grabbing underneath my gym shorts. I felt three hands, digging and scratching, trying to get under my panties. One of them did and by the time they got up, I was lying there, quite sore all over my body and even in between my legs.
This was not fair, I thought and I knew that something was going to have to be done about it and soon. It wasn't as if I was still a virgin, or anything. Riding a horse for several years, as a kid, getting into the athletic sports as a youngster, and my handsome big brother, had taken care of all that. It was just the fact that I didn't like being manhandled, literally, by some of these oafs. If they were handsome, they could still take the time to introduce themselves properly and even take me out on a date, if they wanted to. But, I decided, there had been enough of that stuff. They would soon find out that I meant business and I wasn't going to get pushed around.
On the next play, Billy handed off to me again. I saw another hole open up in the defensive line and I plunged through. This time, two of the guys who had tackled m e so roughly on the previous play again moved toward me. They brought me down to the ground. One of them had one of his arms tightly around my rather ample breasts, and as I hit the ground, I could feel two hands on my legs, making their way higher. With that I brought my knee firmly up into the groin of one and I planted my elbow solidly into the other one's head.
The coach didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was blowing his whistle like crazy and he came running over.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted, looking in amazement at the two fallen players on the ground.
"I am still a lady, despite the fact that I like to play football," I told him. "And I better be treated like one, not just like one of the guys."
This really confused him. "I have to treat everybody equally. I can't make exceptions for anyone, even players who are built a little differently."
"Well," I told him, "I wonder what you would do if all of your players started grabbing each other's dicks in the huddle."
His face turned red and he didn't have the slightest idea what to say or do next. He just stood there in wonder, really too embarrassed to say anything else. I returned to the huddle and the players, who were all quite embarrassed themselves, shook their heads and continued to play.
All of them had been embarrassed, that is, except Billy. He had been laughing hysterically through the whole scene.
The tryouts continued for the next few days and I was not the best player there, but I was by no means the worst. I was making steady progress and I thought for sure that I was going to make the team.
But you have to remember that this was in a pre-enlightened era, before women's liberation had opened the doors for us to a host of previously taboo areas.
On the final day of the tryouts, when the cuts were made, the coach called me into the athletic office.
"Miss Winter," he said, his head bowed, " this is going to be the most difficult job I have ever had as a coach."
I knew right then what was coming.
He continued. "I have been the coach at this high school for quite a few years. I have coached many fine athletes. Some of them have gone onto college squads and some of them are playing professional ball today. I am proud of my reputation as a coach and I'm quite sure that you could get almost any one of my rival coaches to admit that they would rather face almost any team in the league than one of mine."
I almost felt like telling him to hurry up and get to the point. I knew what it was, anyway.
But he was trying very hard to waste as much time as he could, as if putting it off would make the truth a little easier to take.
"I know that you know I am an old-timer, a man who doesn't react easily to change, or to new styles, fads or fashions. But I want you to know that, if there were anything in my power to do, I would most certainly do it, to keep you on this team. In my opinion, you are the finest female football player I have ever seen and I would most certainly have you on the team, if not for the unfortunate events that have taken place."
I looked at him, and I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about.
He reached into his desk, pulled out s letter, took it out of its envelope and handed it to me. I opened it up and the first thing that hit me was the heading, from the Parent-Teacher Association of the school.
The letter said, in fact, that this school has had a proud tradition, dating all the way back to the 1800's and that no one there had ever heard of such a ludicrous idea as having a woman on one of the athletic teams. They informed the coach that it was up to him to either get rid of me, or they would get rid of him.
I looked up at him and he still had his head bowed. "I wanted to persuade them, I tried, I actually thought I might have a chance. After all, it would have been good for the morale of the school and we would be pioneers in something new. But they just wouldn't listen."
I almost felt sorry for him. He seemed sincere, like he really wanted to have me on the team, but it was out of his hands. I got up and left his office, fighting to hold back the tears.
I thought that maybe I could fight it, maybe I could go to the PTA myself and explain my case. But I had dealt with them before and I knew that they were quite stubborn and that once they had made up their minds about something, there was no changing them.
I walked dejectedly back to the empty classroom that had been serving as my locker room and when I got there, I sat down and cried. I didn't care who saw me, I just felt like the biggest disappointment in the world had come to me.
As I sat there, Billy came up to the door. He knocked and I wiped off my eyes to answer it. When I saw that it was him, I began to cry all over again.
"Hey, now," he was saying, trying to comfort me. "There's no need to go through all of this. After all, football isn't the only thing in the world to do."
I looked at him. He was acting like a typical man, trying to make me feel good about something that I couldn't do. But I looked into his handsome eyes and I saw his sincere smile and I knew that he meant what he was saying and that he was only trying to make me feel better,
"I'll tell you what," he said, "I'll take you out tonight. We can go to a movie or something. And I bet that in the morning, you'll have forgotten completely about football."
I looked at him, not completely sure what he had meant by that last statement. But he was smiling that innocent smile of his and I felt good to know that someone thought about me.
"It's a date," I said.
When I got home, I was almost ashamed to face my father and my two brothers. After the initial feeling that they had had, that I was crazy or joking, about trying out for the team, they eventually became my strongest supporters and they would surely be disappointed now.
When I told them, they first felt sad, but then, sensing my disappointment, they cheered up. "Oh, it's not the worst thing in the world, you know. And besides, what if one of those guys tackled you the wrong way and we didn't like it?" my brother was telling me. "We might have to come down from the stands and wipe up the field with the other team."
They were doing their best to make me laugh, and they always did, when I was feeling down. Soon, I forgot about the whole thing and I got ready to go out that night with Billy.
He came to pick me up at eight o'clock. He looked very handsome, in his suit and tie. I had never really noticed how handsome he was, because I had become used to seeing him in gym shorts and a tee shirt, with dirt all over him. Now that I was at last getting a chance to see what he really looked like, he was turning me on.
We went to the movies. He had been suggesting all kinds of movies to me, corny old things that I had never had the slightest intention of seeing. I guess it was because he didn't want to offend me and he probably really didn't know where to take me. After he had named almost every movie that was playing in the town, I made a suggestion.
"Why don't we go to see 'Love's Lust Lost' at the theater downtown? It's only a dollar."
He looked at me as if I had three heads. He probably couldn't believe that I had actually suggested going to see a dirty movie, but I had and as the realization slowly hit him, his face broadened into a wide grin.
"Okay," he said, "but you'll have to promise that you won't attack me," he laughed.
"I don't think I can promise anything like that," I said, glancing down at the swelling bulge in his pants.
We went to the movie and as we sat there in the theater, he finally raised up enough courage to put his hand on my shoulder. I reached up to it and put it back onto his lap. I sat there, trying to imagine what was going on in his mind. Oh, shit, I fucked up, he must have been thinking. I turned and looked at him and he was staring nervously ahead at the screen. I laughed and took his hand in mine.
I put it up under my dress and I placed my own hand on his cock. It was big and swollen and I wondered how long it had been that way. His fingers moved nervously up and down my thighs and I was getting hot. But his hands were cold and clammy and I looked at him.
"Relax," I whispered in his ear.
He smiled and started to sit back and relax.
I reached for the zipper of his pants. He squirmed in eager anticipation of what was to come. I finally managed to get the zipper open, despite his fidgeting and I took his long, swollen prick completely out of his pants.
Billy was beside himself. I had the feeling that, if I didn't work quickly, he would soon be coming all over himself, just from the touch of my hand. I began to wonder if he was a virgin, but I figured that it really didn't matter.
I began to stroke his prick, sliding my fingers up and down on it, in a three-fingered hand job. He was enjoying this greatly, so much so that he almost forgot about me. His fingers had stopped moving on me and I wanted him to get moving again.
"C'mon, do me, too," I whispered to him.
This sort of woke him up and he began to caress my thighs. This wasn't good enough for me, although it was exciting me. I let go of his prick long enough to take his fingers in mine. I slipped them underneath my panties and suddenly Billy knew where to take over. I guess he had only been waiting for the go-ahead signal, to let him know that it was all right to stick his fingers into me. I resumed my hand-job, enjoying it thoroughly, if not for the sensation I was getting from or giving to Billy, then only for the blissful expression on his face.
Now Billy had his fingers inside my panties, massaging my thighs as high up as they went. Then he rubbed around the space between my legs for awhile, curling the pubic hair in his fingers. He rubbed my clit, massaging it tenderly between his loving fingers. I was creaming generously now and his fingers became wet with the juice from my pussy. I wanted him, I wanted him on top of me, right here and now, fucking me, taking my whole body and fucking it, making me cream under the weight of his prick and giving me the delirious sensation of the orgasm we would share.
I was hot and Billy knew it. He placed the tip of his finger gently into the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the lips tenderly, massaging them with the slippery fluid that was flowing freely from me. At the same time, the cream from his dick was slipping slowly out, lubricating the head and I knew that Billy was ready to come. I could feel the head of his dick pounding and I knew that it was going to be a big mess very soon, unless I did something. So I did something.
There was hardly anyone in the theater, so I didn't have to worry much about what anyone was going to say. I bent over and held my head firmly over Billy's prick. The sensation of my mouth on his organ must have been more than poor Billy could stand, for he squirmed and his hips lifted slightly off of the seat in a spasm. Seconds later, his prick burst, shooting a hot load of come into my mouth. The first spurt shot and stuck to the roof of my mouth, where it hung for an instant. Then it dropped to my tongue and I could taste the delicious warmth of it clinging stickily to it. He came in several spurts, filling my mouth with the golden fluid. It seemed to me as if this was the first time in Billy's life that he had ever come, there was so much of it.
After he had finished coming, I licked his dick clean of the white stuff and I kissed it. He seemed as if he was in heaven and I let go of his softening dick.
Billy was practically limp and he had forgotten completely about the finger that he still had firmly lodged up inside of me. I petted his hand and removed the finger gently from me. My pussy quivered, not wanting to let go of the finger that had kept it so nice and warm and comfortable for a little while.
His finger was wet and slimy and now he came to his senses. In a move that really surprised and shocked me, Billy took his finger and licked it, as if he had just finished a finger-lickin' good piece of pie. This sent tingles up and down my spine and made my pussy start to cream all over again. Now I really wanted to fuck. I wanted to get out of that theater and go somewhere that we could be alone.
I whispered to him that I wanted to go and we got up to leave. We left the theater and stepped out into the warm air of the late September evening.
Billy looked at me as if he were in love. "You know, you really do something like that really well," he said awkwardly.
I had other things on my mind and I said so. "Where do you suppose we can go to fuck?" I asked him.
This gave him the look of a little boy on Christmas morning. "Well, uh, uh, I don't know, I don't know, let me think."
It was obvious that Billy was completely beside himself.
I was thinking of places that we could go. I had thought about my house. My father and my brothers would be there and my mother would be home soon. They were pretty liberal folks, but they weren't all that liberal.
"What about your house?" I asked him.
He thought about it for a moment and then he said, "No, I'm pretty sure that everybody is going to be awake and around over there," he said.
We thought for a little while longer and then he came up with an idea. "Say, they're having a PTA meeting at the school tonight, aren't they?"
I thought for a moment and then I remembered that they were. "Yeah, they are, but why? What were you thinking of doing?"
"Well, maybe we could sneak in through one of the back doors and hang out somewhere for awhile, you know?"
I wasn't sure if we were really going to get away with any of this, but I figured oh, what the hell? I agreed and we started off toward the school.
It looked pretty probable at that point that Billy was going to be the starting quarterback for the school team and I admired him for it. But I couldn't help feeling the slightest bit of jealousy and resentment about it, because I knew that there was something I could do too, if only the team and the school hadn't been so narrow-minded. I knew that I would someday have a chance to prove what I could do.
We arrived at the school and the back doors had been left open, so that the parents could exit easily. We went up the stairs, all the way up to the top floor and we went to all of the classrooms, checking to find one that was empty. Nobody was using the rooms on the floor and we finally found an unlocked one.
We knew very well that we were taking the greatest of chances, that if we were found, we would both surely be expelled. But two horny people will take any kind of chances at all.
I had been wondering if Billy would be ready to fuck by this time. After all, he didn't seem as if he had had much experience and I was thinking that I might have had to do a lot of hard work, in order to get him moving.
But such was not the case. Billy closed the door behind us and he reached down to me and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. We were standing there together, in each other's arms, when we suddenly remembered that we were wasting time. He stepped back from me and led me over to the teacher's desk. He made me lie down on it and when I had, he gently slipped my underpants off from underneath my dress.
I was tingling all over, anticipating the delight for which I was in store. He knelt down in front of me and pushed my dress up over my waist. Then he gazed longingly at the damp space in between my legs, inviting him in for a free sample. The scent reached his nostrils and it whetted his appetite. He put his head in between my legs and he began to lick the lips of my pussy.
I was trembling under his masterful touch. Perhaps he had never done the least little thing to a woman in his life, but he sure knew what to do when he got the opportunity. He wiped his tongue all around my legs, my thighs and my slot and he soon had me quivering and almost ready to come in his face. I was hotter than hot and I wanted him now.
"C'mon, fuck me, Billy," I cried to him.
He looked at me, looked deeply into my eyes and I could see a fire burning deep inside of them. He took down his pants to around his ankles and he lay down on top of me.
I could feel the warmth of his large prick, rubbing gently against my wet hair. I couldn't wait any more and I grabbed it in my hand. This caused Billy to let out a low moan and for a moment I thought that he was ready to come again. I wanted him to fuck me first and I wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of that. I placed his stiff, rigid member into my slot and he pushed gently, oh, so gently in. He really knew what he was doing. He inched it in slowly and by the short while that he was able to get the entire length of it in, I was creaming all over it. It was sliding in and out easily, very well lubricated, I thought and its deep massage was an experience that was overtaking me totally.
I felt the urge to scream. His cock felt so good, pumping deeply, inside of me and then out. I wanted him to put it in as deeply as he could, so I shifted my legs further underneath him. He was driving his shaft into me, pushing it all, with every ounce of his weight, into me. I was hot and soon I felt the rising of the incredible feeling within me. I was going to come and not a moment too soon.
Billy began to come too and I could feel the hot spurts of his come shooting inside of my pussy. The feeling that the warm milk gave me triggered my own reaction and I began to pump furiously with him. My pussy was contracting in deep spasms and I could feel the wet warmth leaking down all around my legs and my ass.
We lay there, drinking in the beautiful feeling that we both had. Finally, he stood up and smiled at me kind of shyly, not knowing what to say. His boyish charm just took me over and I took him by the arm, almost in a mothering sort of way. After all, that is what the strongest of men wanted, only to be mothered.
We went into the bathroom on that floor, and cleaned ourselves off. We walked out of the bathroom in time to hear someone opening the door at the other end of the hall. We made a quick exit out of the door at our end and flew quietly down the stairs.
When we reached the bottom, we looked around to see if anyone was going to see us make our exit. After a few parents passed by, we beat a hasty retreat out of the door and up the block.
It gave me a great satisfaction that I had really pulled one over on the Parent-Teachers Association, to get even with them for the shafting that they had given to me.
We walked home and there were a great many things that we talked about. Billy seemed to want to dwell on the upcoming football season, but my mind couldn't have been further away from that subject if I had tried for it to be. We talked about a lot of things, the movie we had seen, the great fucking we had been doing and school in general.
But I couldn't get the fact that I would not be playing football off of my mind.
One day the leader of the cheerleaders had the nerve to come up to me and ask me if I would like to try out. I yelled so long and loud at her that she was sorry she had ever met me.
When the basketball season came around, I thought seriously about trying out for the team, but I knew that, even if I had made it, it would have been the same old shit. The FTA would step in at the last minute and squash it. I decided to take in most of the games from the sidelines.
I kept seeing Billy throughout high school and I went to all of the football, basketball and baseball games. The main reason was because he was the star of all three squads, but it was really because I kept hoping that someday I would be permitted to play.
In the following three years at the school, I tried out for every team they had to offer. Although my three main sports were football, basketball and baseball, I wanted to be able to play any sport that they would allow me to. They had several girls' teams in various sports, but I was good enough to play with the boys and I wasn't going to settle for anything less.
All of the girls' teams wanted me, because they knew that all kinds of championships would be theirs with me on the teams. But I was not interested. Girls' teams were traditionally overlooked and no one in his right mind would ever pay money to see them. I was trying desperately to raise the level of competition for the women, so that people would pay more attention to them.
As I have said before, I'm not a women's libber. I just don't think that it's very fair at all to have all of the women regarded as good for nothing more than cleaning up the house, cooking and taking care of the children, while the men go out and enjoy themselves. I was determined to change all of that, in whatever way that I could.
When I graduated from high school, the football coach, who had done all he could for me four years before, gave the address to the senior class at the ceremony. He remembered me in his speech, to the embarrassment of the PTA.
In his speech, he commended those members of the school's athletic teams who had fought with valor on the playing fields. He congratulated and thanked the team which had, in the year that I tried out, won a State Championship, bringing honor and glory to the school's already illustrious name.
And he congratulated one student who, by her courageous actions, had opened the doors to the future for a generation of brave students like her. He hoped he said, that the actions she had taken had not been completely in vain, that someday the light of common sense would be shed on several of the faculty windows.
He had been cheered for that address and although he never really made it clear what or whom he was discussing, everyone knew. I felt very proud inside and I thanked everyone for the rousing three cheers I received after the ceremony.
I decided that life for me had been much too slow, too boring in this small town. I longed to get away from it, to see the sights of the big city, to go to a big-time college.
To get another shot at playing some kind of sport, in a place where they would undoubtedly have more open minds about things.
Well, a funny thing happened on my way to college. Between the years spent in high school and the first year I spent in college, the world changed drastically. Men were now dressing like women and vice versa. Long hair was in, short hair was out and it suddenly had become pass� to be a jock, an athlete. Everybody wanted to run around doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing and I guess the things I had tried so unsuccessfully to achieve years before were now beginning to catch on.
Upon my arrival at the college, the first thing I noticed was the huge fountain, about a hundred yards away from the main gate. It was a lovely, tree-lined walk to it and the main administration building and I strolled leisurely down the path. Everybody had long hair, and hippies were playing flutes and guitars and the sun was shining and everything was beautiful. I had the feeling that I was going to really like this school.
When I reached the massive fountain, in the main square of the campus, the smell of marijuana smoke instantly reached my nostrils. I looked around the fountain and it seemed as if everyone there was smoking some kind of dope or another. There wasn't a single student there who looked like he belonged there. There weren't any clean-cut, collegiate types. Only long-haired, tattered, dope-smoking hippies.
Far out, I thought.
I was beginning to wonder if there were enough people in the school who were either interested enough or sober enough to play any of the sports offered. I had the feeling that I was going to make more than one of the teams.
I went to my dormitory and discovered that the party was already going on, on the first day of school. People were hanging out everywhere, in the halls, in the bathrooms, on the roof, everywhere. No one seemed to be where he or she belonged. It seemed as if everyone in the school had come for a party in my dorm.
A really handsome, long-haired guy, with wild, spaced-out looking eyes, handed me a joint he had been smoking. I looked at it, not ever having had smoked pot before and I didn't know for sure whether or not I would be safe.
"Go on, it won't hurt you," he said, rather sleepily.
Well, if it put a woolly-looking wild man like him to sleep, I thought, it couldn't do all that much harm to me. So I smoked it.
After about ten minutes, I was rather stoned. I had never felt this way in my life. I was engrossed in everything, the walls, my suitcase, the feel of the bed, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to go outside to explore the rest of the world. I picked up my sweater, for there was a slight breeze outside and I walked out.
When I got out there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had seen the campus earlier, not a half-hour earlier, but it seemed so very different. It seemed as if I were almost in a dream, like I was in Disneyland or something. Everybody was floating gaily about, they were all on something, I knew. And so was I.
I didn't go to any classes that day and I don't think anyone else in the school did either. Everyone was too busy enjoying the last few fleeting days of summer.
I went back to the dorm that afternoon and the party was still going on. "Hey, man," one pretty stoned-out type said to me, "there's going to be a party in the dormitory across the way tonight. Make sure you go. Gonna be a lot of good dope," he drooled.
I figured that now was as good a time as any to make myself known around the place. I tried to figure out which room I was in and if it was going to be mine for the length of my stay. I was trying to figure out which, if any, of these people, were going to be my roommates. I had the feeling that some of them might even be guys and I began to like the idea, the more I thought about it.
Well, the evening finally came. I had heard through the dormitory grapevine that tonight's party in the other dorm was scheduled to become an orgy about midway through. I figured that I would go and find some good-looking guy and split.
Well, when I got there, it was still early, but there wasn't a clothed body in the place. Everyone was fucking and sucking all over the place and I wondered what would have happened if the school administrators ever decided to pay a visit to the building. If this was what college was going to be all about, then I had the feeling that I was going to enjoy it beyond my wildest dreams.
Two girls walked past me, wearing nothing but their smiles and they invited me in. "C'mon, don't be afraid. Come on in, take your clothes off and join the party."
They had noticed my slight hesitation and they decided that I would be less nervous if I had help. So they began to undress me. I wasn't the least bit afraid, but I had never been to bed with a woman before. The more I thought about what it would be like, the more my curiosity became aroused, not to mention my cunt.
The girls, who both had long afros and fair, almost lily-white skin, were both quite pretty. They finished undressing me and then one took me under the arms and laid me down on the floor. She knelt down on top of me and began to kiss me.
The other one spread my legs wide open. She put her head down in between them and began to lick the lips of my pussy. I was becoming thoroughly aroused and I began to squirm under the impassioned advances of the two girls.
The one who had been kissing me looked up. She saw a guy standing in front of her, someone that she knew. She smiled at him and stood up.
"This is a friend of mine, Bobby. He plays on the football team," she said to me.
I looked up at him, pulling away accidentally from the other girl. She resented that and got up and walked away in anger.
Bobby was the most handsome guy I had seen all day. He had short, not crewcut, but very short hair, the first man I had seen in the school with that length. He was looking down at me and his tremendous cock was swelling.
"See you later," said the girls skipping off and leaving us facing each other.
He walked around to me and got down on his knees. He was beautiful, I thought and I didn't need any further introduction to him. I reached up and put my arms around him and we kissed passionately.
He lay down on top of me and I could feel his huge cock resting, rubbing into my stomach. I opened my eyes and I saw his eyes shut tight, really getting into it.
I looked backwards and over my head, I could see the wild goings-on. People were everywhere, running, jumping, screaming and carrying on. I had never seen so much fucking going on anywhere in my life.
People were practically swinging from the chandeliers, it seemed.
I decided that I was being left out of all the fun, by lying there watching everyone else. I got back into the beautiful hulk of man who was lying on top of me.
We kissed passionately for awhile and then he just took me over completely. He reached down, took his prick in his hand and placed it on the opening of my vagina.
The head of it was immense, but it felt so good, just resting there. Soon it began to inch its way forward and I could feel the width of his shaft moving steadily in and out of me.
I was creaming at an unbelievable rate, the long, slender shaft stimulating me tremendously. All at once, before two minutes had passed, I was seized with the uncontrollable fits that I had known on so many occasions previously. I began to tremble and all at once my being was filled with the tremendous rush, the beautiful orgasm his organ had aroused in me.
It was obvious that he had been stimulated by my orgasm, for almost as soon as I had begun to come, he followed. I was sure that the contractions brought about the stimulation of his cock, for he writhed and heaved in ecstasy on my body. He emptied his load completely into me and I moaned as I felt the hot, long spurts of come, shooting in between my legs.
When he had finished coming, he looked at me with a smile. I smiled back and he withdrew from me. This caused a sensation in my pussy that caused it to wiggle and the come he had deposited shortly before flowed from between the lips of my cunt. It gushed down onto my thighs and made quite a little mess over the floor. We both laughed and he helped me up from the floor.
"You're on the football team, eh?" I asked him.
"That's right," he said."We were the League Champs last year, with every hope of repeating this year."
He really didn't seem to fit in at this orgy, this football playing, All-American type, but I decided that having one friend who might be able to help me out would be the best thing.
"Tell me," I said, "do they have any girls on the team here?"
"No," he said, "but all of the guys on the team have been asking the coach about that. We think it would be good for the morale, something to really help us get up for the game, you know?" He smiled at me in a sly sort of way.
"We haven't really been able to figure out all of the assets that we would have from such a move, but we know that there are a lot we haven't thought about yet. Why?"
I wondered whether or not it was the right thing to do, or the right, time to say it, but I told him why. "Because I was thinking of trying out, that's why."
He looked at me, as if he couldn't believe me. "Hey that'll be great. We really have been looking forward to something like this and all we have to do is persuade the coach to let us try it. I'll tell you what, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow."
He smiled widely and gave, me a buddy-buddy pat on the shoulder. Right then I knew that I had done the right thing.
Everyone was still carrying on in the place, but I decided that I had had enough sex for one night. I picked up my clothes from the floor and I started toward the door. When I reached it, I had begun to put them on, but I noticed that it was dark outside, so I just ran outside and across the field to my dorm.
When I arrived there, several of the students saw me dash up to my room nude and this was all that they needed. They were all the ones who had either declined to go to the orgy across the way, or not known about it. As I slammed the door to my room behind me, I heard the makings of a rumble outside the door. The noise continued for awhile and after I had put my clothes on, I peered out to see what was going on.
Unwittingly, I had begun another orgy, right there in my dorm. This one looked even wilder than the previous one I had attended, but I was having no part of this one. I lay down on the bed and soon, despite all of the noise, I was fast asleep.
The next morning I awoke, pretty tired and decided that it was about time to start attending classes.
All the while that I was sitting in the classes that day, I was thinking about the football team. The tryouts, it had said on the bulletin board, would be held that afternoon and I was ready. I was having a hard time concentrating on any schoolwork and I ended up saying "Fuck it" about midway through the day. I went to my room to relax for the tryouts and soon I discovered that I couldn't even relax properly. I was rarin' to go and I picked up my equipment and headed out to the field.
On my way there, I remembered that I would not be able to use the dressing room that the team used, so I looked around for somewhere that I could get changed. I couldn't find any unlocked rooms in any of the buildings, so I decided that I would have to try and get changed before the team arrived. I got into the locker room and it was empty, so I quickly began changing into my gym shorts and sneakers.
When I had gotten my pants off and I was standing there in my bra and panties, the coach of the team suddenly burst into the locker room. He hadn't expected to see me, or anyone else, for that matter and he almost jumped out of his skin. When he recovered himself and saw me unashamedly standing in front of him in my underwear, with my blonde hair laying gracefully on my shoulders, it was a little too much for his old tired body. He raised an instant hard-on and sat on the bench, gasping for breath.
I walked toward him, eyeing him sexily. His eyes couldn't get enough of my body and he kept staring at my lace panties, with their eyeful of bush sticking through. He was beside himself and he gazed up at me as I arrived at his desk.
"Can-Can I-I help you?" he gulped.
"Maybe you can," I said softly. "I'm here to try out for the football team."
He wasn't sure what to do next. He kept looking down nervously at the space between my legs.
"I want to make it," I said.
He looked at me, as if he was not sure he had heard me correctly.
"The team, that is. And I'll do anything that I can to make sure that I do."
His tongue was practically hanging out of his head now. I moved around behind him and caressed his neck with my hand. I bent over and stuck my tongue in his ear. He seemed like he was ready to come on himself now. I reached down and put a hand on his hard-on. He wanted to turn around, but he was afraid that, if he moved, I would disappear.
"If you want to kiss me, why don't you turn around and do it?" I said to him.
He turned sheepishly around and kissed me. I could feel the hot desire of his breath, as he massaged the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
"C'mon," I said, taking his hand and picking up my clothes. I led him into one of the deeper recesses of the locker room and I threw my clothes down onto the floor. I turned and looked at him and his sad, tired old face seemed as if it had some life in it for the first time in years.
I pulled down my bra and panties and lay on the bench in a totally obscene position. I looked at him and when I saw that he was too hung up gazing at my body, I said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"
He needed no more prompting after this. He pulled down his pants amazingly fast and lay down on top of me. He seemed to be in a great hurry, for he immediately stuck his feeble rod into me. He began pumping furiously, so much so that I told him, "Slow down, you'll give yourself a heart attack." Finally he came and I hardly even noticed him, all the while that he had been on top of me.
We stood up and I said, "Well, I hope that that was good to you. My name is Ann Winter and I hope that I'll be able to play football for the school this year."
He looked at me with a smile and said, "Don't you worry about anything, my dear, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you get on the team."
I guess it paid off in one way, anyway.
CHAPTER TWO
The school that year had the sorriest-looking bunch of football players it had ever seen. Instead of the usual crew-cut, All-American types the Alumni Association had come to expect, this year's crop was a dirty, long-haired, unshaven bunch of freaks, whose main interest was in smoking dope. I mean, most of them didn't even want to chase women!
I made the team because of my favors bestowed on the coach, against the outcry of some of the better-equipped, more talented members of last year's squad. The coach didn't want to know anything, he was just glad to be getting some pussy from somewhere.
"And, besides." he had told the Alumni Association at their annual Cocktail Party, "it'll be good for the morale of the boys, give 'em something to really work for, Ha-ha." This hadn't brought much of a laugh from the AA., but they did agree on his point that it would bring publicity and notoriety to the school, if nothing else.
On the opening day of the season, I was stationed quite securely on the bench, where I stayed for most of the game. Near the end of the first half, with our team ahead, 7-0, Coach McGee sent me in to bring in a play. I got to the huddle, to the surprise of the opposing team and they just watched in amazement as I ran over to my position at halfback for the play.
The ball was hiked to the quarterback, who handed it off to me. I saw an opening and ran into the line. All eleven players on the opposing team tackled me and as I lay underneath the scramble of bodies, I could feel hands, clutching me, grabbing me, tearing my uniform off. By the time the referees got everyone off of me, I had almost been raped. I walked slowly to the sidelines, wearing the tattered remnants of what had once been my uniform. I felt a little embarrassed, because nothing like this had ever come anywhere near happening to anyone else in the history of the league. I had the feeling that they all would have tackled me even if I hadn't been carrying the ball.
In the fourth quarter, with our team behind, 17 - 14, our quarterback threw a long pass that was caught at the five-yard line of the other team. There were only two minutes remaining and Coach McGee called a timeout.
"Now listen," he said, "this is what I want you to do. Charles, you fake a handoff to Ann here and Ann, you run around the left end. I want you to draw the opposing players away from the right side, so Charles can go in with the touchdown. Okay? Everybody got it?"
Everybody nodded agreement, but I had the feeling that I was really in for it now.
The team got down into the ready position and the ball was snapped. I ran over and pretended that I had the ball. Immediately the entire team began running after me. The quarterback, Charles, could have walked into the end zone if he had wanted to, but he ran right in for the touchdown. The referee blew the whistle and put his arms up to indicate the score, but the team didn't stop chasing me. I looked at them as if to say. You can stop coming now, the play is over, but they weren't interested in the game any longer. I ran the full length of the field, one hundred yards, into the locker room and slammed the door shut and locked behind me. I sat down, gasping for air and wondered whether or not the other team should have some women on it, too.
Well, within a few minutes, the team came in and told me that we had won the game. They all cheered for me and awarded me the game ball. But I wasn't sure that I was going to play any more football after that. It didn't seem as if there were too many men playing the sport. It seemed as if they had monsters, sex fiends on the field.
That night the school had a dance. Everyone cheered when I was announced as the hero, or the heroine of the game and everybody on the team patted me on the back. A few of them even were so friendly as to pat me on the ass.
I thought very seriously that night about giving up football as a sport, for it seemed as if I would be taking my life into my hands on every play. I had a long talk with the coach about it and he succeeded in convincing me that my fears were baseless. After all, he said, not every team was as hard-up for a victory as the one we had played today and I said yeah, literally.
The next Saturday afternoon we played in the stadium of another school and I had the feeling that all was not well with the local fans. Everyone in the league had been talking about me and every team had agreed that losing to us would be equivalent to losing to a team full of girls. They all seemed to make special efforts to beat us and it always caused them to make extra mistakes in losing to us.
And it seemed as if this afternoon would be no exception. The only difference was that this team seemed like a bunch of bloodthirsty pirates and their fans seemed like they were ready to kill anyone the team left alive.
On the first play from scrimmage, the quarterback from our team tossed a sort pass to one of our ends, which he dropped. He was immediately tackled by three of the opposing players, in a bone-crunching tackle that even I felt.
On numerous occasions that afternoon, I thought that we were watching a re-enactment of Custer's Last Stand, rather than a football game. It didn't seem to make sense, the incredible way this team was going out of its way to destroy us. I never even got into the game until the very end, because the coach was afraid that they would tear me apart and that he wouldn't have any more pussy left to get.
Near the end of the game, with our team leading, 24-12, he sent me in to give our star halfback a rest. He had played a tremendous game and I had promised him at halftime that I would turn him onto a little snatch that night. That had really picked him up and in the second half he was magnificent. He scored two touchdowns and rushed for one hundred and fifty yards, inspired by the fucking he was going to get from me that night.
I went into the game and as soon as I had stepped onto the field, a giant roar went up from the stands. "Kill the bitch!" they were shouting and I could feel the evil stares coming my way from everyone not connected with our team. I was almost afraid to win the game, afraid that we would never get out of the stadium alive if we had.
I was not even supposed to carry the ball on this particular play, but as soon as the ball was snapped, the entire team covered me. They were all over me and they weren't horny. They were actually trying to hurt me. They tackled me and the referees blew the whistles. They thought I had the ball, the way everyone was all over me. When they realized their mistake, they waved the runner with the ball on and he went on to score another touchdown. In the meantime, our team was trying to get the other team off of me and this started a big fight. The referees eventually had to end the game right there and hustle us off the field, before the entire crowd murdered us.
That night when we got back to the dormitory, the young halfback, whose place I had taken in the game, came up to my room. He was quite surprised to discover Coach McGee on his way out and he stood there watching him walk away. He gave me a what-gives look and I shrugged. I told him that he wanted to congratulate me privately for the terrific job I had done and I invited him in.
The young fellow, whose name was Harry, immediately lit up some joints. We started smoking and before long, we were so high that the only thing we could do was to sit and laugh at each other. We didn't even want to fuck, that was how high we were. I told him to come back another night, without any grass and we would try again. I watched him walk down the hall and then fall down the entire length of the stairs. I ran down to see if he was all right and he got up slowly, painfully, as if he had needed to fall down the stairs after the game we had played that day and he dusted himself off. He said he was all right and I began to laugh at him. I watched him walk off and I went back upstairs.
At the next day's football practice, I approached the coach in private.
"Coach," I asked him, "Do you think .that maybe I should get out of this sport? Maybe try something less dangerous, like basketball?"
He looked at me as if I had some nerve, talking about quitting like that. After all, he said, a quitter never wins and a winner never quits. I really felt like telling him, look, a winner never has to put up with all the black and blue marks that I'm going to have at the end of the season, either.
But Coach McGee was determined not to let me go. "You have helped this team immensely, young lady," he said. "You have provided an ego boost for a team that would otherwise have lost every single game it has played this season. The Alumni Association is praising me as a genius, for this brilliant move."
I looked at him sympathetically. "And besides," I said, "You're getting some pretty good pussy."
He looked at me and put his head down, with a wide grin, as if to say, "Aw, shucks."
Well, I continued to play for the rest of the season. We ended up losing only one game all year, an exhibition game we played for charity. It was against a girl's team.
By this time I was pretty far behind in my studies. I had been doing so much football practicing and playing, so much partying, so much fucking and so much dope-smoking, that I had completely forgotten about school. It almost seemed to come as an afterthought. So now I decided that, since schoolwork had never been that difficult, I would do some.
Suddenly, though, the basketball season, was upon us. I had always loved basketball and I was determined to play it. I wondered what the coach would be like and whether or not he would be as liberal as old Coach McGee.
On the afternoon that the tryouts were to be held, I went over to the gym early, to see if I could have the first words with him. When I arrived, I looked around for him, but I could see only a very tall, handsome young guy, whom, I assumed, was also trying out for the team.
I went over to him and asked if the coach would be around soon.
He looked at me with a smile and informed me that he was the coach.
I could not believe it. I mean, he was so young and so handsome. I had gotten accustomed to the old type of coach. I had never expected to see one who looked more like one of the players.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
I was too much in love with him to speak. "Um, um, uh ... " My voice trailed off.
He knew that he was making an instant hit with me. He gazed up and down my ripe young body and he decided that he would have to save me for a separate tryout.
When I finally got around to introducing myself and telling him why I had been looking for him, as if he didn't already know, he smiled and shook my hand. "Now I want you to know," he said firmly, "that anyone who plays for this team will be in top physical condition. Any person on this team will have to be able to withstand the torturous agony of a full forty-minute game without a complaint. It will demand a lot of your young body," he said slyly.
He was extraordinarily handsome. The way he was talking to me and looking at me, was making me cream in my pants. I wanted very badly to fuck him, right here and now, in the gym, but I thought better of it. I decided to wait, to let things come as they may, if you will.
He told me that he would have to arrange a special tryout for me that evening. He told me to meet him outside of the gym at eight o'clock and that he would pick me up in his car. I thanked him very much for the opportunity and told him that if there was anything that I could do for him, he shouldn't hesitate to ask. He smiled and said that he wouldn't.
Well, I went home and lay down on my bed. I began to think about him, how he must have had a long, slender prick and I was wondering how it would feel sliding in and out of my warm, horny pussy. I was creaming, as I lay there thinking about him and I decided that it would be a lot better to go around cleaning the place up and doing whatever had to be done, rather than sitting around getting horny and ending up finger- fucking myself.
I did a little homework, which was a strange feeling indeed. After I had done about all that I could stand, which was about ten minutes' worth, I began to straighten out the room. After that was finished, I sat around, smoked a joint that one of the other people in the dorm had left for me and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark outside. I looked at the alarm clock. Eight o'clock, I said, oh, shit, I'm late. I scrambled about the apartment, throwing my clothes on as quickly as I could and I ran over to the gym.
He was standing calmly: in front of his car.
"I'm really sorry I'm late," I told him, "but I fell asleep. I forgot about the time."
"One thing about trying to make a team," he said, "is that you never keep the coach waiting." He smiled and I got into the car.
We drove, fast and furious, along the darkened roads outside of the campus. I didn't know where he was taking me, but I had the feeling that everything was going to be all right, that I was going to have a good time tonight.
We were driving for about fifteen minutes, during which we must have gone thirty miles. He stopped in front of a tall building with a bar on the bottom floor. We got out of the car and he led the way for me into the bar.
It was a small, quiet bar, not the kind I had become used to from the kids at school, but more of an executive-type lounge. I felt a little unpleasant in the surroundings, but he soon made me feel quite at ease.
We were sitting in a comfortable, cozy, dark little corner, listening to the music. He told me that the bar belonged to a friend of his who was a professional ballplayer. He seemed to have a lot of friends and contacts, a real man-of-the-world.
He began rubbing his leg gently against mine, almost as if he weren't doing it on purpose. I was enjoying the feeling, though and I didn't want him to stop. To encourage him, I reached under the table and took hold of his prick through his pants. I rubbed it and felt it starting to swell.
"You've got good hands, definitely an asset for any ballplayer," he remarked casually.
This caused me to break up and I sat there laughing at what he had said for about two minutes. I realized that the tryout had begun.
I was sitting there getting pretty drunk and before long, I was impatient with the surroundings. I wanted to go home with him and fuck him. I wanted to feel the warmth of his hot body and to feel his long shaft tenderly massaging the cavern of my pussy's desire.
"Let's go," I told him.
"What's the matter, aren't you having a good time?" he asked in a puzzled way.
"I'm having a great time, but I want to have an even better one. C'mon, let's go home. I want to suck you off."
He got the message now and he called the waiter over. He paid the bill, which didn't amount to much, since we had only been there for about half an hour and we got up to leave.
When we stood, I could see his huge hard-on bulging through his pants and he suddenly became aware of the fact that it was showing. He became, a little embarrassed and self-conscious about it and we walked quickly out of the door. He walked with his head down, behind me and I had a smile of glee all the way.
When we reached his car, I, took his hand. He looked at me and I asked him, "How am I doing, Coach?"
He looked at me and smiled. "You're doing pretty good so far. I think I may be able to use you."
I smiled, but it occurred to me that this wasn't really a basketball tryout at all. I mean, even if I could play good enough to be on the team, he most certainly couldn't find out this way. And if I couldn't play well enough, there was no way he was going to be able to put me on the team and get away with it.
I was sitting in the car, wondering what I was going to do about the situation, when he pulled over into a clearing alongside the road. "Here," he said.
"Here what?" I said.
He looked at me rather self-consciously. "Let's go, do whatever you're going to do."
I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. I figured that the best thing to do would be to find out what the whole story was.
"Why don't we go to your apartment, or something?" I asked him.
He looked at me nervously. "I'm married," he said. "Don't you know that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, laughing. "I didn't realize that. Well what about the dormitory?"
"Are you kidding?" he answered. "How could I ever be seen going into the women's dormitory with one of the students? Especially at this hour? Shit, they'd have my job.
"Yeah, you're right," I said. I decided to make him level with me. "Look," I said, "am I going to play on the team or not? I mean, you don't even know whether I can dribble a basketball or not."
"Look," he said, "I don't even care if you can dribble a ball or not. All I know is that you can do for the basketball team what you've done for the football team. Believe me, they never had one-quarter of the fans that they had until you showed up. And just your presence on the bench seemed to inspire them to play better than they ever have."
He looked down, as if he were ashamed to say what followed. "And besides, the Alumni Association was really pleased with their showing. They decided that if that miserable football team that we have had for the past few years can do something like that, all of the school's teams can. They told me that I'd better produce a winner this year, or else I won't be back next year."
I always was a soft touch for a hard-luck story, so I agreed to help him out. I knew that it wasn't going to benefit me as much as making the team on my own would, but I figured that it would nevertheless be better than nothing.
He looked at me. "Well," he said, "do you know how to dribble?"
I decided to show him. "Of course," I said, unzipping his pants. I took his long slender cock out and pursed my lips. I proceeded to suck gently on it, tickling it with my tongue and lips, so that he squirmed in the driver's seat. I sucked him for a long time, but soon I could feel him shivering. He was about to come, I knew, but when he did, I wanted it to be in me.
I stopped sucking on his dick and I looked up at him. He was sitting there with his eyes closed, waiting and he suddenly realized that I had stopped for a reason. He looked at me quizzically and said, "What's the matter?"
"I want to fuck!" I said and the two of us laughed.
We sat there for a moment, wondering what we were going to do about it. I was thinking about a hotel, or something, but I didn't know of any near there. And besides, I thought, that would take too much time to get to, even the way he would drive. There must be a better way, I thought.
Of course! The back seat.
"C'mon, let's fuck in the back seat," I said happily.
He had been so dumbstruck by the blow job he had been getting that he had completely forgotten about the fact that he had a back seat available in which to fuck.
We got out of the car and got into the back. As soon as we were back there, he began pulling my clothes off of me. He was pulling my pants down hungrily and looking at my youthful, nude body lustily. He pushed my blouse and my bra up over my breasts, so that the only areas of my body that were covered were my shoulders and my ankles. Then he forced his finger deep into my slot, kneading and massaging my hole with deep passion.
It felt good, the way he was taking me by force. It almost felt as if he were raping me and I almost wanted him to. Before long, after he had been finger-fucking me for a while, I felt the desire and passion of the moment overtaking me. I felt the urge to throw my legs wide open to the world. I wanted to be fucked by everybody, the horny little nymph that I was rapidly becoming.
Now he was ready. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped them and slipped them down around his knees. I put my legs up onto the seat and he was ready to dive in.
"Wait a minute, will you?" I said. I was having all I could do to keep him off me. I wanted to fuck him, but shit, give me a chance. I reached down and pulled my pants off my ankles, over both of them. As I did this, my legs spread open wide and he got a good view of my damp, stringy pubic hair and my red, wet slot, inviting him in. He waited very impatiently while I slipped the pants off and then he was on top of me. He had his prick in his hand, ready and eager to fuck me. I took it out of his hand, because I wanted to do the honors at my leisure. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of my hand on his dick and he relaxed for awhile.
I rubbed my clitoris with the head of his prick. This set off a feeling in him that caused him to cream madly. I could feel the warm, wet fluid, seeping slowly out from the head of it and dripping down onto my clit. This, in turn, also caused me to cream and before long, the two of us had enough water between us to fill the car's radiator. I decided that I could not hold out any longer and I set the head of his dick directly into the opening of the lips of my slot.
He pushed deeply and his cock slid easily in. It was not in far enough for me, though and I slid further down underneath him, so that he could slide it in more deeply. This he did and soon the two of us were pumping furiously together. I would imagine that if you could have seen the outside of the car, it would be rocking up and down like a cradle.
We were lying there fucking, fucking, fucking and soon he whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna COME!" I realized then that I had better get moving, or I would be left behind.
Suddenly, I felt his gism, shooting inside of me and filling me up. I could feel it pouring into my body and the warmth of it triggered a reaction in me, too. As he was coming, he kept pumping and telling me how much he loved my pussy. As his gism was pouring into me, filling me up, ray pussy tingled and then I, too, felt that beautiful sensation. I came in spasms, the muscles of my vagina contracting and clutching his cock tight.
As we both lay there in the wet, messy back seat, I had the feeling that it was a bigger mess than we imagined. He got up from me, withdrawing his cock and the gism came pouring out of my pussy. It flowed freely and leaked out all over onto the seat of the car. He was ready to have a fit and he took out his handkerchief to try and clean it all up.
"My wife will kill me if she sees this," he said frantically. I was just lying there laughing hysterically and he was cursing at me under his breath.
"Stop laughing and get up," he was saying. "You're leaking all over the place!" This only made me laugh harder and it was a full ten minutes before I had composed myself and the pain in my stomach had subsided. I got up and the thick gism leaked down my legs.
I went into my handbag and got a tissue and wiped myself off. I looked at the harried expression on his face and I laughed a little every time I thought of what he had said. I was having myself the time of my life, at his expense and he knew it, too. But then I felt sorry for him and I stopped laughing. We got ourselves settled in the car and he drove off toward the school.
"Well, what are we going to do?" I asked him.
"About what?" he replied.
"About the team," I said.
"Oh, yeah, I'm a little absent-minded," he said, as if I didn't know. "Well, come down to the practice tomorrow in the gym. Bring your sneakers and your gym shorts and everything and I'll let you try out with the rest of the guys. We have to make it look good, you know, but don't worry about anything, you've made the team."
I knew that it was better than nothing, but I couldn't help feeling that I would have to make a much better showing than I had on the football team. I wanted to, just to prove to myself and to everyone else that I could do it on my own.
The next afternoon, I showed up at the gym for the tryout. There were about forty guys there and when they saw me, some of them began whispering to each other and some of them actually laughed. They didn't even know that it was I who would be laughing at them.
The first ten guys to try out played against each other. They were a whole lot better than I had imagined they would be and I knew now that if it hadn't been for the high-level plot that the coach had devised, I never would have made the team on my own. I figured that I was better off taking charity than nothing.
The first two teams played each other for about twenty minutes and then he had them sit down, while the second group of ten played. I looked over at him on the bench. He gave me a don't-worry-your-turn-is-coming look and I relaxed on the bench.
At the end of about fifteen minutes, I realized that it was almost time for me to get out there and show them what I could do. Suddenly, I became very nervous, because I knew that there was going to be very little that I could do with these guys. I was going to make a complete fool out of myself, even though I was already assured of a spot on the team.
He called time-out and told them to sit down. He motioned to the next ten players to get out on the floor. This included me and I felt very bad when I stood up. I wanted to go and hide and I was sorry that I had ever gotten myself into the thing. But it was too late to worry about it now. All that remained to do was to go out there and do the best that I possibly could.
Once we started playing, my nervousness instantly disappeared. The other players were determined not to give me the ball. Me or anyone else. Just like any tryout for any sport, everyone was out there to show the coach what he could do, so I didn't have to worry about getting the ball. We played for about fifteen minutes, during which I touched the ball three times. Twice, I knocked it out of bounds and once I dribbled it into the hands of one of the opponents. Everyone knew for sure that there was no way I was ever going to make this team.
Well, the joke ended up on all of them, of course. I became the twelfth man, or rather, the twelfth woman, or rather, the first woman ... Well anyway, I was the last player on the team. I figured that I wouldn't really see too much action that season, since the rest of the team was pretty good. I would probably be one of the benchwarmers, almost like a cheerleader.
At the end of the tryouts, as Coach Russell gave us a "locker room" chat, to brief us and tell us what would be expected of us, I scanned the room. We had what I would consider to be the most gorgeous bunch of basketball players I had ever seen. I had every intention of taking each and every one of them to bed with me, perhaps more than one at a time.
It was pretty obvious that they had all discovered me, too. All the while that the coach was addressing us, they were ignoring him. They were all looking at me. This made me a little self-conscious and when he discovered it, he became a little annoyed. He said, "Now look, I know that the team is a little different this year, but that doesn't mean that the discipline and training is going to be any different. You're all going to have to work as hard as ever if you want to play for me."
They all seemed to get the message right away. They started paying a attention to him when he was speaking, but every so often one or more of them would take a quick look at me. They seemed more interested in my blonde hair and blue eyes than they did in making the starting team. And why not?
Our practice sessions were a lot of fun. On the first day, they had to find somewhere for me to change clothes, I knew, but I didn't think of it until I was already in the locker room getting changed. When the boys started coming in, they realized that I was in there, so they stopped short. This resulted in having me in the locker room getting dressed, while the other eleven had to find somewhere else to change into their uniforms. From then on, the coach always found an empty room somewhere else, that I could use without disrupting the normal procedure.
We would have our practice sessions in the gym before many spectators, most of whom had never seen a basketball game in their lives. It was just something new for them, to be seeing a woman playing against men. A lot of them thought that it was a goof and they used to laugh at whatever was going on. Pretty stoned, I guess.
Whenever I would be on the floor, the guys on the team used to do one of two things. They would either try to be extra careful, so that they wouldn't hurt me, or they would be brushing against me accidently, rubbing their arms and hands against my legs, or my breasts, or my ass. I knew that they were doing it accidently on purpose, but what could I say? It wasn't really blatant, so that I could actually accuse one of them of doing it, but nevertheless, it was happening. It got to be an annoyance, but I overlooked it.
One time, I remember, we were playing a game against some big school, I forget who it was. They put me in the game toward the end, because we were killing them. Everybody was howling-in the gym, like wolves, because I was in the game. It was at the other team's gym and they were trying to get me nervous, more than anything else.
Anyway, I got the ball with about half a minute left in the game. They all told me to go ahead and take a shot, so I figured what the hell and I decided to try it. I dribbled the ball up court and I was about to try for a layup, when one of the opposing players jumped up with me to try and stop my shot. I'm sure that he didn't do it on purpose, but when he jumped, his hand somehow got caught on my gym shorts and he pulled them right down. Completely, down below my knees. My panties, too.
Well, you can believe me when I say that I was embarrassed. The referees, the other players, everybody on the floor was pretty embarrassed and nobody really knew what to do. The referees blew their whistles and called time out and stood their looking at me while I was struggling to get everything put back together correctly.
In the meantime, the entire gym was roaring with laughter. They couldn't believe what they had seen. I mean, this had never even happened to a man on a basketball court, never mind a woman. I had set basketball history right there in that gym that day.
We usually had a lot of fun, though. We used to win a lot of games and we were in the running for the league championship. Everybody had written us off as a gimmick, with no chance of winning anything, but I guess I changed all of that. Not necessarily through my play on the court, but due to my favors bestowed upon the coach and his players. I was rapidly becoming known as the "player's player."
The captain of the team was named Johnny. He was tall and handsome. He had long, jet-black hair and he was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in this world. He had a magnificent body, too and on several occasions, on the bench, or at team meetings, I would turn and see him staring at me and he would have a big bulge in his uniform shorts. He would be smiling at me and I figured that I should go over and get to know him, because I thought that maybe he was a little shy.
One day, after a practice, he came over to me and asked me if I would like to go and have some lunch with him. I was really hungry and almost as horny and I agreed.
We went to the cafeteria on the school grounds, which wasn't the best place in the area to eat. One whiff of the food within made Johnny decide that we had to have a little class that day. So we went out to the parking lot and he got his car and we drove to the town, to have a decent meal.
I was becoming the type of person who would easily attract a lot of attention. If not by my appearance, or the fact that I was usually somewhere that I wasn't supposed to be, like basketball courts and football fields, then it was by my actions. Lately I had been causing a disturbance almost everywhere I would go. Either someone would recognize me from the school teams, or I and whoever I would be with would just begin to cause a fuss, usually over nothing.
We would do that not for any special reason, but just to have some fun. And on this particular afternoon, we decided that we wanted to have some fun.
As we were driving to the town, Johnny lit up a joint and handed it to me. "This is really good stuff," he said and then he began to cough a lot. I smoked some of it and soon I began to cough a lot, too.
We were both sitting in the car, smoking and coughing and smoking and coughing and smoking and coughing. I was surprised that he was able to keep control of the wheel of the car, he was coughing so hard.
By the time we reached the town, we were both unbelievably stoned. Not so much from the grass, but because we had been coughing so much. Our eyes looked like four big STOP signs, they were so red. We got out of the car and staggered blindly into the small restaurant.
Well, as soon as we were in the place, we started laughing. There were a whole lot of middle-aged, conservative-looking people in there and we just knew that we were going to have a lot of fun with them. The waitress showed us to a table and she kept eyeing us suspiciously, as if she was trying to determine what it was that we were on.
We were sitting at the table, carrying on and talking and laughing very loudly. Everyone in the place got very quiet, as though they were all embarrassed. We began to make fun of them and soon, people were getting up and leaving and telling the manager that they would never be back. We thought the whole thing was a goof, because they were all so stuck up and stuffy, they needed something like this to bring them out of it.
When we finished eating, we got up and staggered out of the place, amidst the evil stares of the manager, the cooks, the waitresses, the cashiers, everyone. Everyone in the place was glad to see us gone.
We got in his car and headed back to the school. It was a beautiful, sunny day, not the kind for being in school. It was about seventy degrees and that was amazing, considering that it was winter. I didn't want to go back and I told him so.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"I don't care, anywhere, as long as it's not back to school," I said.
He seemed to light up, as if a bright, but evil, idea, had come up in his mind. "Let's go for a ride," he said and I could see that he had amorous advances on his mind. That was fine with me. I was very high and now my stomach was satisfied, also. My snatch was the only thing left undone.
We drove for about a half-hour. We were viewing some really incredible scenery and I was almost disappointed when we stopped.
"Let's go over there," he said, pointing to a cliff, overlooking a huge valley. We got out of the car and walked over that way.
When we reached it, we knelt down on the ground. I was totally lost in the beauty of the surroundings and I really didn't want to do anything but float away with the beautiful breeze.
He reached up and put his arm around my shoulder. I wanted him, but I figured that I would have a little fun with him, first. I stood up and ran away from, shouting over my shoulder to him, "Catch me! Catch me!"
He was kneeling there, looking at me like I was stupid or something. He was probably thinking, I thought I was going to get laid and here she is playing some stupid old games. He looked disgusted, but he got up and started chasing me.
It was then that I discovered that I was in better shape than I thought I had been in. I was able to run all around that mountain and I kept running without ever getting tired. I made him chase me for about fifteen minutes and finally, when I saw that he was gasping for air and that he wasn't all that fast, I slowed down and sat by a rock.
He came staggering up to me and literally collapsed in a heap next to me. I laughed so loud and long at him that he looked up at me with contempt. It was about half a minute before he could catch enough breath to yell "Shut up!" at me. This only started making me laugh some more and before long he realized the futility of his situation. He had no choice but to sit there and laugh right along with me. But he still wasn't in good enough shape to laugh, yet, so the best that he could do was to smile.
We sat there for awhile, catching our breaths. I listened to the birds singing and I marveled at this most beautiful of days. It wouldn't be long now, I thought, until the outdoor track season and I decided that that would be the next sport I would try cut for.
I looked over at Johnny, who had been sitting there quietly. He looked over at me. I smiled and I contemplated getting up and running away from him again. But he must have read my mind, because he grabbed me around my waist, pinning my arms in tight and shouting "I gotcha!" I laughed and struggled to get free from him, but it was no use. I gave up the struggle and I lay there on the ground, underneath him.
He kissed me passionately, moving his tongue gently around inside of my mouth. It made my head spin and I felt dizzy beneath his gentle touch. I could feel my pussy beginning to tingle and he rubbed his legs languidly in between mine.
I felt a deep stirring and my thighs thrust out firmly to allow him to massage them better. We were grinding fiercely now and I was being turned on by the fact that he was still holding my arms. I was having all kinds of rape fantasies, but none of them could match the real-live one that was taking place. For indeed, it was technically rape.
We both opened our eyes at almost the same moment. He smiled that handsome smile at me and let go of me. I almost wanted to tell him to go ahead and rape me if he wanted, but I decided to just let nature take its course.
He undid the buttons of my blouse slowly and his eyes never left the widening space between my breasts. When he got to where my bra was resting, he slipped his fingers in under it. It was on pretty tight, but he managed to get his fingers onto my nipples and he kneaded them gently. I could not really believe that a man could be as gentle as he was. He massaged the nipples and I stretched with passion, pushing my breasts further up into his face. I wanted him to take off the rest of my clothes and fuck me in any way that he pleased.
He undid the rest of my blouse and opened it wide. He gazed down at my naked stomach and reached down to kiss it. He licked it for a few moments with his tongue and then I felt him undoing the buckle of my pants. I felt good and I wasn't watching anything that he was doing. I was just resting, with my eyes looking up at the beautiful blue sky. I wanted him to do whatever he wished with my body, to take it and use it at his desire.
He pulled down the zipper of my pants and pulled them down slightly. He pulled down my panties a little bit, so that just the top of my pubic hair was showing. I assumed that he wanted to take his pleasure slowly, to make it last as long as possible. He kissed my stomach and pulled the panties down ever so slightly more. I was becoming very hot. It was quite obvious to me that Johnny really knew what he was doing.
Now I guess he couldn't wait too long, because he reached under me and grabbed the pants and the underpants, and pushing my ass up with his wrists, he pulled them gently down around my knees and then my ankles. My golden body gleamed in the sunlight and the last thing that I saw Johnny do was bend his head slowly toward the gap between my legs. After that, I just lay back to enjoy the feeling.
He caressed the hair around my pussy and pushed it back. He parted my lips and gazed longingly at my hole, which, I'm sure, was gazing longingly back. I had been creaming and he bent down to drink in the sweet juice flowing forth from in between my legs.
I felt his warm, wet tongue flicking in and out of my pussy. Ooh, it felt so good. It made me squirm in delight and he had a hard time holding my legs down. I pushed them up and held his head tightly in between my knees. He moved in deeper and stuck his head in as far as it could go. His tongue was a delicious warm sensation, licking at my insides. It must have been a pretty long one, too, for I could feel it all the way up inside of me. He was licking me and once he sucked deeply, pulling my insides slightly out toward his mouth. This was a sensation I could really not get over, as if his tongue was actually fucking me.
I decided that I had had enough. I couldn't stand any more of this delicious torture and I lifted his head with my hands. I pulled him up close to me and he lay there on top of me, kissing me and stroking my body.
Lying there with my pants down around my ankles and him fully clothed, made me feel very obscene and I liked the feeling. I began to undo the belt he was wearing and unzipped his pants quickly. I was hot and I really couldn't hold out without his dick much longer. I slipped his pants down around his ankles and spread my legs open wide. He dropped neatly down in between them and I took his long, hard prick in my hands.
I rubbed it gently on my clit and both of us creamed together. I placed the head of it in the opening of my pussy and he responded by pushing it gently in. He drew it back slightly and pushed in once again. This time, it slid gently, almost completely in. One more stroke would do it and he obliged. It was fully in now and he began fucking me the way I hadn't been fucked in quite a long time.
His long, hard cock was easing its way smoothly in and out of me. I felt the long, slender shaft, making its way in and out and after a while, I was ready to scream. It had me deliriously giddy and I had all that I could do to keep from screaming in ecstasy. He was fucking me oh, so good and I wanted it more than any other dick I had ever had.
Now I knew that I was going to come. I lifted my legs high, as high up around him as I could. The two of us were pumping furiously together and I could feel that our climaxes would be timed perfectly. I began to feel dizzy and I started to float off into outer space, as the first spasm took hold of me. I was coming and my snatch was squeezing and massaging his cock with a fury.
I looked at him and he too was ready to come. He had closed his eyes and his face had the pained expression of ecstasy on it. The kneading, squeezing action of my tight pussy triggered his orgasm and I could feel what seemed like flood gates bursting. The first load of his come shot smoothly into the cavity of my stomach and I could feel the hot, thick fluid oozing out of his rock hard prick. He came in several long spurts and they finally eased down to the last few and we lay there in each other's arms, exhausted, but fully satisfied.
We looked at each other, neither of us wanting to get up, or to move, or to even say anything. Finally he got up onto his knees and looked down at my obscenely naked, sweating body. I brought one leg up and the pose I assumed seemed to excite him all over again. He began to lie back down on top of me and as much as I wanted Mm to, I held him off. He smiled and we both stood up. I felt the remaining gism seeping down my legs onto my thighs and rather than feeling messy, it made me feel even hotter again.
When we got to the car, I reached into my bag and got out some tissues. I wiped myself off and gave him a few to clean himself off. But then I had a better idea.
I sat him down in the front seat of his car and I knelt down on the ground, by the open front door. I took his prick out of his pants again and I began to squeeze it and massage it with my fingers. It began to grow again and that was exactly what I wanted. I put my lips down onto it and I licked it clean of whatever fluid had remained on it.
Then I began to suck him off. By this time he had a full-blooded hard-on again and I sucked him vigorously. It didn't take long for his horny young cock to get to where I wanted it to go. I looked up at his face and he once again had the serene look of a heaven-bound angel. His cock burst in another shower of semen, in my mouth and I sucked up every last bit of it. I really milked him dry. After that, he didn't look like he wanted to do anything else.
I was left with this young, handsome guy, who looked like he was on his way to dreamland. I asked him if he wanted me to drive back to the school and he nodded yes as he nodded off to sleep. I took the car keys out of his pocket and I went around to the other side of the car.
His family, he had told me, was rich and he had one of those expensive foreign cars. It took me a while to figure out how to drive the thing, but I eventually got it started and off. He was sleeping, as men usually are right after you fuck them, but I was wide awake. As long as he didn't want to have any fun, I decided that I would.
I got the car turned around and headed back toward the school. I wasn't the type of person who liked to move slowly then and a few years of age hasn't slowed me down now, either. By the time we had been moving for a minute, I had the car up to sixty and I had every intention of moving even faster.
I was driving so fast that bumps and things in the road weren't even felt. I just flew over most of them. He just kept sitting there next to me, sleeping and I began to wonder if he was still alive.
I passed a state trooper in his car. When I passed him, I was doing eighty-five miles an hour and climbing. I looked in the rear-view mirror and I saw them pull out of the space in which they had been parked and start to come after me. They had their red light flashing and their siren wailing and I knew that I was surely going to get screwed if I got caught. I figured that the best thing to do would be to get as far away from them as I possibly could.
One of the things my brothers and my father had taught me to do at home was to drive. They had taught me when I was really young, so that by the time I was eligible to drive legally, I would have had enough practice and I would be able to pass the test easily. Well, there was one thing that they hadn't really counted on. I used to watch the auto races on TV and that was another area that I had always wanted to make a mark in, as a woman. I wanted to be the first woman to win races, but I wanted eventually to be accepted as a driver because I was a woman, not necessarily because I was good.
I had practiced on an old, beat-up car that my father had give me when I turned fifteen. I used to take it to an abandoned lot and I got plenty of practice in quick turns and just general control of a fast car.
And it paid off, on this particular day.
I was watching these two cops in this state patrol car through my rear-view mirror. I had visions of lynchings, kangaroo courts and my illegal incarceration in a moldy dungeon, doomed to rot until eternity. I was determined not to be caught at any cost.
I shifted the car into high gear and floored the gas pedal. I took off so fast that I left a huge cloud of dust behind me. I was hoping that that would be enough to lose them, but it wasn't. I really had to "haul some ass" as they would say to get away from them. They weren't about to get beat, but neither was I.
We hit a long, long straightaway, several miles. This was going to be like a sprint and I had a chance to open up a good distance between us. By the time we had gone about a mile, the gas pedal had gotten to one-twenty and stopped there. It just couldn't go any further.
I also had the idea that they would have a road block set up ahead. I had the feeling that I was going to have to pull some kind of stunt to get out of this, but I really didn't have any idea of what was coming. I just knew that it was coming soon and that I had better keep my eyes open for it.
Well, by the time we reached the end of that straightaway, I was a good three-quarters of a mile to a mile in front of them. I rounded the corner and went up the steep, winding hill. The two cops probably couldn't believe that anyone they had ever seen, let alone a woman, could drive this fast and this well.
I kept heading uphill, on back toward the school and wondering what was going to happen next. Before I had much of a chance to worry about it, it happened.
Off in the distance, I could see the flashing lights of more police cars. They were about a mile and a half away and it was about ten seconds before I could see anything too clearly. I strained my eyes and then I saw that they had blocked off the road with three cars, evenly spaced. It appeared that the only chance I was going to have would be to crash through them. I bore down on the wheel and braced myself for the impact. As I approached them, I hit the gas pedal even harder and pushed it all the way down to the floor.
They had been waving at me to stop. They were waving frantically now and it soon dawned on them that all of the waving that they could do wasn't going to stop me. I was determined to get through at any cost.
They all flew out of the way as I crashed through. They weren't quite that dedicated to state service and they weren't going to let a maniac like me kill all of them.
When we collided with the three police cars, the impact sent us hurtling skyward. We were soaring through the air like a jet and Johnny woke up in mid-air. The force of the impact had awakened him. He looked out of the window to see where we were and he almost fainted.
"What the fuck is happening?!" he shouted.
I was too busy trying to keep the car under control and praying that we would reach the ground safely and in one piece, to worry about what he had to say at the moment. After all, he had slept all this time and I hadn't bothered him, so now it was only fair that he shouldn't bother me.
The car landed, on its wheels, about fifty yards from where it had taken off. It had been in the air for about five seconds and we landed with quite a crash. We bounced once and then landed there, just as calm as could be.
The state troopers, in the meantime, had regrouped and decided that it was still their duty to come after us. They didn't want to, I'm sure, but they decided that they must. So they got into their cars or what was left of them and started after us again.
Now, you may ask how I know what was happening behind us. Well, believe it or not, when we bounced, the car slid and turned around. We were now facing the road block that we had left behind us.
The three cars were coming toward us now and there was no time for me to turn the car around and drive off. I decided that my only course of action would be to shift into reverse and take it from there.
I shifted the car and looked into the rear-view mirror. I had a clear path behind me, so I stepped on the gas. Imagine if you will, the scene, with this little foreign car, driving backwards at quite a clip and three state patrol cars in hot pursuit.
I realized after a short while that I would be able to keep up this backward driving only a little longer. Sooner or later I was going to come to a turn, or some other cars, or something and that I had better be forward by the time I got to it.
I stepped on the gas and I put a pretty good distance between the police cars and myself. Then I eased up a little bit on the gas and at the same time I turned the wheel of the car quickly around. This caused the car to skid and it turned us around so that we faced the right way. I immediately shifted into drive, floored the gas pedal and was off like a shot.
Before long, I shifted into high gear and I lost them. I didn't let up on my speed, though, until I was sure that we were far enough ahead of three of the worst drivers I had ever seen.
We pulled up in front of the school and drove onto the grounds. We drove inconspicuously to the rear of the school, where I parked the car. I practically had to peel Johnny out of the car. He was stuck against the seat of the car, a look of panic frozen on his face. He seemed to have aged quite a lot since he had awakened. I figured that what he needed more than anything else at the moment was a good stiff drink.
As we walked to the dorm, I looked back over my shoulder at his car. It was in surprisingly good shape, considering all that it had been through that afternoon. It was a pretty good car, I imagine, but it never really ran quite the same after that day.
We reached the dorm and I led Johnny up to his room. He was like a jellyfish. He looked very sick and there was very little that he could say or do. He just sat around looking very weak. I didn't know if it was because of the harrowing experience that he had had, or because of the damage that was being done to his car. It didn't really matter.
I looked into one of his closets and I soon found the bottle of Scotch he had kept stashed for emergencies like this. I poured out half of a big glass and gave it to him. He took it, but I don't think he really was quite down to earth yet. He just sat there holding it and I finally had to take it from him, open his mouth and pour it in.
After a little while, he came to. He was pretty nervous and upset and I sat there with him for a couple of hours. When I was sure that he was going to be all right, I kissed him on the forehead and went over to my building. I went in and went up to my room.
I was sure tired. I began undressing and before long, I was almost asleep on my feet. I managed to get finished in time to he down and I was asleep almost before I hit the pillow.
The next morning, I awoke early for classes. I had a splitting headache and the last thing I felt like doing was going to school. But I forced myself and I sat in school like a zombie all day. And on top of that, I had a basketball practice right after school.
I was completely dead at the practice. I couldn't do anything and the coach saw it. Midway through, he told me to go home and get a good night's sleep. It was merciful relief and I went right home that afternoon and went right to sleep.
I had noticed, at the practice, that Johnny didn't even make it.
The next morning, I awoke with a fresh start. I felt good again and I went off to school.
I was glad to see that Johnny was up and around, too.
"How much do you think it's going to cost to fix your car?" I asked him.
"About a hundred and fifty dollars," he said. "There wasn't too much damage, just some internal stuff. Nothing to really get worried about."
I was glad that he wasn't mad at me. I think he was just glad to be alive.
That afternoon at the practice, I made up my mind to do my best to show them that I was a member of the team, not just someone there to draw crowds. I took the ball whenever I could and I put on a little exhibition of my own. Everyone was really impressed with me that afternoon. I had proven to them, once and for all, that I was a force to be reckoned with, that I could really play. I even surprised myself that day.
It came the time for our first home game and I was nervous as hell. We were going to be in front of the home fans for the first time and I was beside myself with anxiety. I was afraid that I would get into the game and make a few mistakes and everyone would boo, and I would go from hero to goat. I once again wished that I hadn't gotten myself involved in this whole thing.
As I sat there on the bench, I was doing all that I could to avoid Coach Russell's eyes. I knew that if he saw me looking at him, he would figure that I wanted a chance to play and he would put me in and I would fuck up.
I managed to avoid looking at him for the whole game and between halves. But near the end of the game, the fans wanted me in the game. They began chanting my name ... "Winter, Winter, Winter ... " He knew that there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to stay out of that game, but he had no choice except to put me in.
I went in the game with about two minutes remaining. I was ready to shit on myself, but as soon as we started to play, all the nervousness disappeared right away.
I was lucky. For the whole two minutes that I was in the game, the ball didn't come near me once. We won the game going away and everyone cheered me as if I were the hero.
After the game, I changed clothes in my private dressing room. I was ready to leave, when I heard Coach Russell shouting to me to wait for him outside of the gym.
I had been thinking seriously about retiring from the game and I planned to tell him so. I just didn't think I was good enough and I would get too nervous about the whole thing when it came time to go into a game. There was a lot more pressure on me than on any of the other athletes and I really didn't know how to cope with it.
When he came out to meet me, he was all smiles. He wanted to go out and celebrate our victory in grand style, but he could see that something was wrong with me.
"What's the matter? You don't look as if you're quite the winner that you are," he said, laughing.
I really didn't feel quite as good about it and I told him. "I don't know, I'm just depressed. I don't really feel like I should be doing this. I think I should go play house, or with dolls, or just go play some girls' games."
He didn't want to believe what he was hearing. "Are you going to tell me that you are the best female athlete in the whole state, maybe the only one playing on any men's teams and now you don't even want to play anymore? I can't believe it. After you worked so hard to get where you are, you're going to give it all up right now, just like that?"
I looked at him and I almost wanted to cry. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't think he, or anyone else, had any faith in me. I didn't want to tell him that I had made the teams out of the goodness of his and the football coach's heart, not because I especially had any talent. I felt like I was being used, so that they could keep their jobs and put people in the stands. I was nothing more than a gimmick and I wouldn't even be there if it had depended on talent alone.
I stood there with my head down and I think he sensed the way that I was feeling. "C'mon," he said, "let's go have a few drinks. It'll make you feel better."
We got into his car and we drove off toward the town. I had to admit that he sure did make a person feel better when they were feeling bad.
In the car, we talked about the games we had been in so far.
"You know," he said, "Actually, from a coach's standpoint and from a completely objective point of view, you haven't really been doing a bad job at all. Not that you've really been doing that much of a good job, but you haven't done anything wrong. You haven't made any mistakes and after all, I'm sure that you know that your true value to the team is a matter of morale. Why, I haven't had this many people come to see the games since I've been the coach."
He knew that this was not what I wanted to hear and he continued.
"But then, again, you're still learning how to play college ball against boys. And believe me, there's no way that I could even have you on the team, if there wasn't something you could do with the ball."
I looked at him, because I thought for a moment that he was being sarcastic. I thought that he meant that there was nothing that I couldn't do with his balls.
"The fans love you," he said. "Even the opposing players love you. They go out of their way not to hurt you in the games and it causes them to make costly mistakes and it gives us the game."
I looked at him. "But that isn't why I want to be on the team," I said. "I want to help the team because I'm better than them, not because they're afraid to hit me. I want to be treated like a regular ballplayer. I don't want anyone to make any special allowances for me."
He knew that I had him then.
But I figured that we would both be better off if we didn't think about it. I changed the subject.
"Let's get real drunk and then go home and carry on," I said. He knew that that was a proposition not even the best basketball coach could turn down.
We arrived at the bar he was taking me to and I realized that it was the same one that I had been in with Johnny. The employees of the place didn't recognize me immediately and I put my head down as we walked to the back, to the bar.
When we got there, I was quite relieved that I hadn't been recognized. If I had, they probably would have thrown both of us out, without letting us do anything.
We sat and drank for about two hours. The coach was awfully spaced by that time and I was pretty high myself. I wondered how I was going to get him home. I was wondering whether or not I should take another chance on driving someone else's car, or what I should do.
I nudged him and he almost fell off his stool. I told him that it was time for us to leave and we got up. He was so drunk that he left a tip bigger than the bill. We staggered out together and this time we drew a lot of attention to ourselves. They recognized me now and they were pretty mad that I had even had the nerve to come back to the place.
When we got outside, I managed to shove him into his car, on the passenger side. At least, he had a good old American car and I would be able to drive it without any trouble.
I took the keys from his pockets and I started the car. I began to drive it back toward the school, but I wasn't in much better shape than he and I was veering along the road pretty badly. I was a lot drunker than I thought and when I saw the police car in the rear-view mirror, I knew better than to try and get away this time.
The two cops were pretty big guys and they recognized the coach right away.
"Say, isn't that Bob Russell, the basketball coach from Masters U.?" one of them said.
"Yeah, yeah, that's him. And who are you, you pretty young gal?" He had his fingers on my neck and he was rubbing it. I didn't like it, but I figured that I would do almost anything to keep the two of us out of trouble.
"I'm a student from the college. I saw that he needed some help, so I helped him out."
"Yeah, he looks like he needs more help than you can provide right now, ha-ha-ha!"
"Yeah, it looks like he's just about ready for the drunk-tank type of help now," said the other.
"You know, little lady," said the first cop, who seemed kind of drunk himself, "I really wouldn't want to see an upstanding citizen like Mr. Russell here in the drunk-tank. And I don't suppose that you would, either."
I shook my head. I could only imagine what I was going to have to do.
"Now what do you suppose it would take to save your friend here from all of that embarrassment and trouble? What do you think it would be worth to you?" He started to laugh.
I thought quickly. As they say on the basketball court, good offense is the best defense. I got out of the car and walked toward the bushes at the side of the road.
I turned around and the two cops were still standing there. "Well," I said, "who's first?"
Both of them scrambled toward me. They began clutching at each other and struggling to see who was going to get to come over first. Finally, I guess one of them pulled rank, because the other one snapped to attention. The first one strolled casually over and went behind the bushes with me.
I knelt down on the ground and unzipped his pants. I took his swelling dong out and kissed it on the head. It grew larger and larger, right before my eyes and soon it had swelled to immense proportions. I was glad that all I was going to have to do would be to suck it.
I sucked on it tenderly for a short time and it seemed as if this particular cop hadn't had any in quite a long time. He came quickly, shooting a rather small load into my mouth. Either he hadn't had any in a long time, or he had just had some not too long ago. In any event, I managed to dispose of him in short order.
He went back out from behind the bushes. I heard him barking at the other cop and the last thing that he said was to "make it snappy."
The other cop came around the bushes and looked at me. He had a really wild look in his eyes and I knew that I was going to have some trouble with him.
As soon as he got there, I knelt down and reached for his zipper. He grabbed me and picked me right up from the ground. He stood me up, with that wild gleam in his eye and he practically ripped my pants right off of me.
I hadn't wanted this to happen, but it was going to and there wasn't much I was going to be able to do about it.
But then, he took me by surprise. Instead of throwing me down onto the ground and getting on top of me, as I had expected, he turned me around.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," he said gleefully.
Oh, no, I thought, this is going to hurt like hell. I just hoped that he didn't have too big a dick.
Well, believe me, this fool showed me no mercy. He just rammed it in as far as he could on the first try. It must not have hurt him, but it sure as hell hurt me. He was just sliding it in and out, with no kind of lubrication at all. I never went through as painful an experience in my life and probably never will again, either.
Luckily, he must have been pretty hot, because he came within two minutes. It was unbelievably swift and he just let go of me and dropped me to the floor like I was an old used toy. I knew that I was bleeding, but I didn't know how badly. I didn't care either, I was just glad that the whole fucking thing was over.
The two of them got in their car laughing and they drove away. Mr. Russell was still asleep in the front seat of his car. I wasn't so sure that he was asleep. I had the feeling that he had passed out completely.
All I knew was that it sure hurt like hell to sit down in the car.
I got back to the school and I woke him up. I gave him his car keys and told him I might not see him the next day at practice. He really didn't know what was going on, but it was all right. I was sure that the time would come when I would have to tell him just how devoted I had been to him.
Sure enough, that time came that night. He was outside of the dorm, honking his horn. I saw him from the window and I went down to see what the matter was. He said that all of his money was gone from his wallet.
I explained to him that he had blown a lot of it on me in the bar and then I told him what had happened out on the road. The policeman had probably rifled his wallet while I was getting fucked.
He seemed pretty angry and he swore to me that he would fix them. It seemed that they were in the habit of doing nasty things in the town and he had been the butt of their jokes before. He was determined to get revenge for this.
This was a different Mr. Russell than the one I had come to know. Now he seemed like a completely different person and I wondered if it was going to affect his coaching ability any.
Well, the next day in practice, he was back to normal. There was no mention made to anyone of the incident and we both forgot about it in subsequent days.
It was almost time for the playoffs and our school had just barely made them. We were going into the playoff round with the worst record of any of the teams, but nevertheless, we had made it. We were being hailed by the newspapers as the comeback of the year and we all knew that we were going to win it all, even if no one else believed it.
One very funny incident happened in one of the games. Our team was on the floor, practicing before the game and they decided to have the marching band from the opposing school march right onto the floor with us, disrupting the practice and not even giving a damn. Needless to say, we were pretty pissed off at this, but Coach Russell knew just what to do.
He instructed our cheerleaders to attack the band and the band was stunned by the sight of twenty cheerleaders, running at them and attacking them with pom-poms. We won a rousing victory and the marching band was forced to retreat.
Then came the real game. We played magnificently against this particular team, but sometimes your best just isn't good enough. Every time we had a good chance to open up the score on them, they battled right back with us. They just refused to give up and we played them to a tie at the end of the game.
Because it had been a close game, I didn't even get into it in the regulation time. But when the overtime came, all of our players were bushed. They really were in need of more than the five minutes of rest that they were going to get. Coach Russell looked down the bench and he realized that I was the only player who had not seen action in the game.
This time I was ready. I hopped up on the bench, wanting very much to be noticed. I felt that there was a lot that I could do now, if for no other reason, than for the fact that everybody was tired and I was not. He saw me bobbing up and down on the bench and he signaled to me to come over to him. As soon as I stood up, a great roar went up from the crowd. They knew that now was going to be my turn and it was almost as if they could all feel the energy and the confidence soaring out from me.
When the overtime period began, I immediately got the ball. I took complete control of the situation and I dribbled down the floor like a professional. I reacted smoothly to every situation that arose and I inspired my tired teammates to reach deep down inside themselves for that last tiny bit of strength. They did and all of us managed a hard, hard victory over a tough team.
Everyone in the crowd had gone completely crazy. We had whipped a team that the odds makers hadn't given the slightest chance of beating and what was more, it seemed as though we now had the confidence to go right through to the championship.
For once, I was invited into our locker room with the rest of the players. Coach Russell had been confident enough to order a lot of beer and everybody was sitting in there getting as drunk as who knows what.
All of the players were getting drunk and coming up to me to offer their congratulations and their thanks. I had helped them more today than anyone in the whole season had and they were showing their appreciation by patting me on the ass and so on.
Somebody announced that there would be a victory party in my dormitory that evening and I looked forward to it and the opportunity to get really smashed.
Well, when I arrived at the dorm, the party was already on and in full swing. The second that I walked in the door, someone handed me a joint and someone else handed me a pipe full of something or other and within five minutes I was higher than I had ever been before. Everybody was dancing around and yelling and screaming and it was one of the wildest parties that this unusually wild dorm had ever had.
We had the next afternoon off from practice, to rest up for what were going to be some really wild games. I began to look forward to the championship game. I was having all kinds of daydreams, about leading the team to a victory in the final game and then leading them on to victory in the National Championships. I woke up from my daydream long enough to realize that I was going to be late for classes, as if it really mattered any more. I had missed so many of them that I was surprised that they didn't throw me off of the team.
I went to class reluctantly and once I was there, I had a most difficult time keeping my mind on it. I just couldn't get the basketball team off my mind.
I skipped the rest of my classes that day and I didn't know a thing that was going on anywhere. All I knew was basketball.
I went over to the gym and put on my sneakers. I was shooting a few baskets, just to get a little practice, when I started to really enjoy myself. I decided that I would stay for awhile and I went into the locker room to change into my practice uniform.
When I got in there, I began to take off my clothes. I thought that I was alone, but it soon became obvious that I was not. I had just taken off my bra and underpants, when I looked up and there stood the most gorgeous blonde hunk of man I had seen in at least days. He looked up at me, rather startled, but nonetheless, unashamed.
He was not wearing a stitch of clothing. He had just stepped from the shower and he stood there with his towel in his hand. He didn't make any motion to cover himself up with it, he just stood there gazing at my naked body.
I was pretty hypnotized myself, just looking at his tall, well-built, suntanned body. He reminded me of the lifeguards you see on the beaches in California. Not the kind that you actually see in California, but the kind that you always see in movies of California.
As I said, he was not the slightest bit ashamed of his body and he began walking toward me. His soft, yet rather long, slender dick, swung lustily as he made his way toward me. He walked silently which accounted for the reason that I had not heard him in there.
As he reached me, he smiled. He had locked me in his gaze and I was entranced by those beautiful blue eyes.
"My name's Mike," he said. "I pitch for the baseball team."
I really didn't know what to do for a moment. I had been swept completely off my feet by this beautiful body and this handsome face. I stumbled for the words, but they eventually tumbled out.
"My name is ... Ann," I said weakly. I had almost forgotten what it was. "I play for the basketball team and I was just going to get changed into my uniform to practice ... " My voice trailed off. It was like being in a dream, standing in front of him.
He moved closer to me. I could feel myself trembling, wanting him to take me and do his bidding with me.
He held me closely to his body and kissed me gently. His body was wet from the shower, but it was warm and he rubbed his dick on my bush. Chills went up and down my spine and I could feel his member rising in the heat of his passion.
I knelt down in front of him. There were very few things, at that time in my life that I liked to do more than to suck cocks. I really could have made quite a living at it, had that been my persuasion. But I just enjoyed doing it too much to want to do it for money. And besides, I figured that if I did it for money, sooner or later I would consider it a job and I really hated work.
I took his long, growing member into my mouth. It tasted clean and fresh from the shower that he had just taken. I could see that it agreed immediately with my method of introducing myself to it, for it began to grow steadily. Soon it reached its full, stiff length, a good ten inches and I wanted very much to feel those ten inches inside of me, fucking the daylights out of me. I figured that that would be a good way to warm up for a basketball practice.
I began to move my mouth steadily back and forth on it. I looked up at his face, to see how he was doing. He was smiling down at me. I knew that he was enjoying it, but that he had more than this in mind.
He took my face in his hands and lifted me up. He had a strong, yet gentle touch. His hands felt good on my face and he drew it close to him to kiss it.
Well, believe me, that is one kiss that I will really never forget. It was the kind of kiss that really knocks you out, if you know what I mean. The kind that made women collapse, back in the fifties, you know?
Well, when he let go of me, I nearly did collapse. My head reeled for a moment and he saw that I was going to fall backwards. He grabbed me and held me up by my shoulders until I could get my balance.
We both laughed and I remarked to him that he had the handsomest smile, indeed, the handsomest face I had ever seen. He laughed at my choice of words and he kissed me again.
I reached down and took his prick in my hand. I felt the entire length of its long smooth shaft and I rubbed it back and forth several times. This caused him to kiss me more passionately now and soon I felt the desire of both of us overtaking me.
I turned and looked around the locker room. There was a mat in the corner, the kind that the wrestling team used. I took him by the hand and led him over to it.
To his surprise, I pushed him to lay him down onto it. He wondered what I was going to do and then he realized it and smiled. I sat down across his body, with my legs spread open over him. I took his cock and rubbed it, making sure that it was nice and hard. Then I lifted myself up over it and sat down onto it.
I wiggled around on it, to make sure that I would get it in just the right way. When it was securely inside of me, I began to move my hips all over the place until I was jumping up and down on him.
He folded his arms behind his head and sat back to relax and enjoy the feeling. I slid smoothly up and down the entire length of it and I had the feeling that I would come long before he ever would. His cock was stimulating me greatly and I felt that it wouldn't really be very long before I would be sitting up there, on top of his dick, coming like crazy.
After a few strokes up and down, I felt that the time had come. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out any longer and I began to moan. It felt so good, that I just couldn't control myself.
He saw that I was about to come and he reacted. On the very last upward stroke, just before I came down onto his shaft and my orgasm, he held me up at the head of his dick. I looked at him, slightly annoyed that he had interrupted me, but I smiled when he said, "Not yet."
Then he eased me gently back down onto him. He held the cheeks of my ass tight to his body, with his prick still imbedded deep inside of me and he rolled the two of us over, so that he was now on the top and I his willing slave on the bottom.
Now he began to pump. Somehow, this time it felt so much better. He was doing the work and all that I had to do was sit back and enjoy. He was quite an expert lovemaker, this baseball pitcher and I had the feeling that that would be the next sport I would try out for. I had always like it anyway, but as long as it produced men like this, it was all right with me.
Now I really couldn't hold back any longer. I whispered loudly in his ear, "Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me, I'm gonna come, I'm ... gonna ... COME."
I felt the fabulous rush and the incredible sensation that his dick was causing in me. He had triggered a flood, a rush of emotions, that was causing me to tingle all over. The goose flesh had risen over my entire body and I felt as though I were being fucked for the first time.
I also was quite a threat on my own and the deep, warm massage of my orgasm triggered his, too. He moaned as the fluid poured freely from his organ, pouring into me and filling me. He felt as if he, too, had been a virgin, shooting his first, huge load into my pussy.
I kissed him all over his face and he kissed me. The two of us had really enjoyed making love to each other. It seemed as though everyone I was meeting lately was pretty good in bed, or on a mat, or just about any old where.
He got up and looked down at me. "Now I guess I have to take another shower," he said, smiling.
I laughed and I knew that I would have to take one too. "Well, you better hurry up," I said, "because I'm going to take one. And besides, we don't want to get caught in here, do we?"
He smiled and said "No. Well listen, you go ahead and take one. I've got to get out to the field for the baseball try outs. I can take one when I come back."
I smiled at him and went into the shower.
He stood out there getting dressed and as he turned to leave, I called to him, "Tell your coach that you have somebody who wants to try out but can't make it today." Then I remembered that I really didn't have to play any basketball today and I thought that maybe I should go with him, to try out. But I thought better of it, when I remembered that Mr. Russell would be awful mad if his star player was injured, doing something that she wasn't supposed to be doing. I just smiled at him and he turned to go.
While I was in the hot shower, I started to think about playing baseball. That had always been my favorite sport as a little girl and the one that I was best at. I decided that I was going to have an even better time in the spring than I had imagined.
I finished drying myself off and I headed over to where my gym equipment was. I had almost forgotten completely about the fact that we were in the midst of a hot basketball playoff and that I had to be in top shape, not off dreaming about handsome baseball players. I figured that that was one of my real shortcomings as a player. I had been conditioned for so long to regard men as the aggressor, as the one who plays all of the sports, that I forgot to assert myself as a woman. And it showed on the athletic field.
Instead of being regarded by men as their equal, they regarded me as less than nothing. And the reason was because I tended to look up at them rather than over at them. I decided that the time had come to end this foolishness once and for all.
At this point in the basketball season, I no longer had anything to prove to anyone. I had shown everyone: the administrators, the coaches, the Alumni Association, the fans and the other players, that I was more than just a sex object, or something. I was a real ballplayer and a woman as well.
I went out to the gym and shot around for about an hour. Then I went home and went directly to bed.
There were no classes the next day and we had an early practice. The final playoff game was scheduled for the next morning, a Saturday and we didn't play too hard, because we didn't want anybody to get hurt. And Mr. Russell made sure that every one of his players was in bed early that night, in preparation for the game. He went into the dormitory, which was unusually quiet, especially for a Friday night and he counted the heads of his players. He counted eleven, not counting me.
He had me sitting in his car waiting for him. He had rented a motel room for us, so that we could spend the night together.
We went to the motel and checked in. The clerk eyed us suspiciously, as if he wasn't sure whether or not to believe the "Mr. & Mrs." bullshit that Mr. Russell had handed him over the phone.
I was really surprised that he didn't want to do anything more than sleep, when we got up to the room.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, thinking for sure that he wanted to stay up and fuck all night.
"Nothing," he told me, "I just wanted to make sure that my star ballplayer was going to get a good night's rest and not be running around getting high all night." He smiled at me.
For the first time since I had known him, I had the idea that Mr. Russell cared about me more than just as a piece of merchandise.
"And on top of that," he continued, "I heard that you're going to try out for the baseball team next and I didn't want to have you running around with those clowns all night."
I laughed. Word got around pretty quickly in those days.
He leaned over to me and kissed me goodnight. Then he reached over and put out the light.
I began to think about all that had happened in the past few weeks, all that had happened to us together. There were still a lot of scores to be settled and tomorrow would be a showdown for a lot of things and a lot of people.
The day would probably be the biggest thing that had ever happened to the school. There were going to be brass bands and politicians kissing babies and just such an air of merriment and excitement. The basketball game would seem almost like an afterthought, compared to the festivities.
The morning came and the people in the dormitories were hanging out of the windows, stoned as ever, at nine o'clock in the morning. There were townspeople all over the campus. There were more people there than had probably ever been there.
And there were the two cops who had stopped us on the road that day, on the way back from the bar.
I had heard through the grapevine that there was a lot of betting going on, on this game. According to what I had heard, the smart money was betting against our school. We were playing a powerhouse team and it was unlikely, I was told, that they were going to lose to a bunch of creampuffs.
We went into the gym, amidst the hysterical cheering of everyone there. You would have thought that we had already won the game. Everyone was really up for this one and there was little doubt in our minds that we were going to lose.
Once again, I came into our locker room after everyone was dressed. Mr. Russell wanted to address everyone at the same time, since we were a team.
He told us that he didn't really care if we won or lost. It didn't matter because we had proven to the world that we were a great team. We had proven it to him, too, he said, but most of all, we had proven it to ourselves. And that, he said, was all that really mattered.
We were all ready now, ready to go out there and destroy that team. We got out on the court, though and watched them practice and suddenly it became evident that they were a lot better than we had thought they were going to be.
The game began and it was their game from the start. They were just too powerful a team for us. By the end of the first half, they had run up a 69-32 score on us.
The two cops were sitting in the opposite end of the gym from our bench. They were laughing very loudly at all of our mistakes and they kept slapping each other on the back and laughing. They were quite annoying to everyone there and pretty soon, Mr. Russell began looking over at them, trying to decide what to do about them.
I hadn't told him that they were the two who had given us such trouble on the road that day, but now I decided that the time was right. I whispered it into his ear and he looked up at the two of them, making such jackasses of themselves over there. He called a time out and went over to them.
He was a big man, but he never looked as big as he had that day. He went over to the two of them and they were looking at him incredulously when he punched both of them out. They were just lying there in the stands, unconscious and a rousing cheer went up from the stands. Then he went and sat down and the game resumed.
Well, we lost the game, but we played pretty tough. We managed to cut their lead down in the second half, but not enough and the final score was 127 - 112. Not a bad showing for two college teams, I would say.
But the thing that really amazed me the most was that, at the end of the game, instead of everyone feeling bad and down, everybody cheered. They weren't cheering for the winning team, they were cheering for us. They were grateful for the fabulous season we had given to them, for all the thrills and the happiness and the fun.
And that night, the campus saw not a quiet, silent, saddened, group of people, but the usual merriment and the usual happiness and the usual orgies of a Saturday night.
I entered the dormitory that evening, feeling a little bit depressed, but my sadness soon turned to happiness at the sight of all the partying going on. Everybody was having themselves a grand time and there was so much dope being passed around that everyone soon forgot their troubles.
My troubles really began on Monday morning. I was called to the Dean's office and asked to explain the incident that had occurred on the road that day. It seems that the cops had decided to press charges against Mr. Russell for hitting them during the game and somehow I had been named in the episode. They wanted to know the full story of what had happened. I was glad to be able to turn in those cocksuckers and I spilled the whole bag of beans. I left out one or two important details and I changed a minor fact here and there, but it was basically the same story. I guess the two cops hadn't counted on my testimony. In any event, they were the ones who were going to get the royal screwing.
Then the Dean wanted to know a few things about me. For instance, why had I been cutting so many classes? He had been told by the teachers that they hadn't seen me in ages, at least since the beginning of the term.
It appeared now that I, too, would be getting the royal screw.
He told me that the Academic Committee was going to review all of my records and that I would be notified by them when to return.
I walked out of the office and I felt like crying. People were passing me in the halls and saying hello, but I didn't even bother to look at them. The future looked extremely bleak and I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow.
I went over to the gym and I informed Mr. Russell of my plight. He seemed very sympathetic, but like there wasn't really much that he could do. He told me that I could get the Athletic Committee and the Alumni Association, onto my side, but that he wasn't sure whether or not I would have much of a case. After all, I really had been neglectful of my studies.
As a matter of fact, I had been neglectful of the fact that I had even had studies. It didn't look like I was really going to be able to do very much about the situation.
Well, in the following days, I once again heard from the Academic Committee. They called me into the Dean's office on a sunny Friday afternoon and they advised me of their decision.
Because of my total disregard of my schoolwork, my utter neglect of responsibility, my contempt for authority and my shocking behavior, on and off the campus, I had been suspended from any further athletic competition, for the remainder of the season.
However, they added, because of the fact that I had helped to revolutionize the collegiate athletic world by my highly skilled and unorthodox play and because I had brought such notoriety to the school and because, I suspected, the Athletic Department had been breaking their balls, they had decided to suspend the suspension. This would be approved only if I were willing to sign a pledge to do the best that I possibly could to catch up on my schoolwork and to stay out of the least bit of trouble, on and off of the campus.
I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Mr. Russell winked at me from a corner and I thanked them all very much. I hurried out of the office, before they had a chance to change their minds and I skipped over toward my dormitory.
I felt like the happiest girl alive.
Until I thought of the prospect of catching up with all of that schoolwork.
Ugh!
CHAPTER THREE
The rest of the school year went by agonizingly slow. I had made up my mind, on my own, that I would forget about athletics until the following year. I wanted very much to play as many sports as I could, but I decided that I would be better off taking care of the business of schoolwork first and leaving the pleasure of athletics until later.
I sat out the rest of the year on the sidelines. I took in as many sporting events at the college as I could and I gave my full support to all the teams, moral and otherwise.
I finally managed to straighten out my grades and by the end of the year, I was back in good standing at the college. This left me free to concentrate once again on the main reason that I was there.
Over the summer, I came home on vacation. I had been writing to my folks to let them know how I was doing, but I never told them very much about what was going on. About the only thing they found out about the whole school year was that I had made the football and basketball teams and my prowess on both and that I had received satisfactory grades.
My folks always were very liberal and this was good enough for them. As long as I was doing what was expected of me and I wasn't getting into any trouble that was good enough for them.
I played a lot of baseball and basketball that summer, to keep in shape. And I kept in shape a lot of other ways, too. A new boy had moved down the street from my family and I decided as soon as I found out that he was there that I had to get to know him.
I saw him on the basketball court one day. He was standing around by himself, shooting baskets. I figured that the best way to introduce myself would be to go over and challenge him to a game of one-on-one.
I walked over to him and said, "Wanna play me a game?" as innocently and sweetly as could be. He looked over at me as if to say "Are you nuts?" and he laughed. He didn't say anything and after a moment I wondered if he was shy or shocked.
Finally I said, "Well? Do you or don't you?" This seemed to wake him up a bit. I guess he hadn't believed me.
I took the ball from him and took a few shots. When I made them, he looked at me as if he wished he hadn't gotten himself into this. I smiled at him and looked at his long, black hair and blue eyes. He was gorgeous.
We started the game. He let me have the ball first, because it was only natural that ladies go first. That was his first mistake.
By the time he got the ball I was winning, 12-0. He was clearly in a state of shock.
I ended up beating him, 21-10. I must have really taken him by surprise.
After the game, I said "My name's Ann, what's yours?"
It took him a while to get over the way I had beaten him, but he finally managed to blurt out, "Earl. Earl Williams."
He seemed either very shy or really upset over the way I had beaten him. I asked him what the matter was and he finally confessed that he had never seen a girl who could play as well as I.
"Not one who looked as good, anyway," he added.
We quickly became good friends and I invited him to dinner at my parent's home that evening.
He showed up and we all had a pleasant conversation over dinner. My parents really liked him and my brothers did too. We all talked about sports and the fact that we both played for our respective schools' basketball teams. We both had a lot in common and I was taking a real liking to him.
After we finished dinner, he asked me if I would like to go to his house to meet his parents. I agreed and I must say that they were two of the nicest people I had ever met. I had the feeling that Earl and I were going to have a really good relationship.
It wasn't the kind of thing that I had been used to. I would meet a boy and there would really be nothing to the relationship other than to fuck and say see you later.
But Earl was different. He was pretty hip, but he wasn't the kind of guy that you would call a swinging single. He wasn't a homebody, either, but he wasn't the kind of guy who always wanted to run around here there and everywhere. He was more the marrying kind, the kind that would have every woman in the neighborhood jealous of the woman that he married.
I decided, in the passing days, that I wanted to get to know him a little better. He hadn't tried to rape me on the first day that I met him and that pleased me a lot. He seemed like he was about a hundred grades above the rest.
On one particular warm Friday evening, they were having a dance at the neighborhood community center. I had told him to come by to pick me up at about eight o'clock and he did. We got in his car and drove over there.
I had not had sex with anyone since I had left school, about a month before. Believe me, it was driving me up the wall, but I had been holding out, hoping for the next one to be a real good one. And on this Friday night, I knew that I had found a real good one.
We went to the dance and believe me, I was the envy of every girl there. It became obvious that Earl had had quite a few female friends and admirers there and they were all coming by to greet him and to sneer at me. They were all trying their very best to make me jealous, but I was paying them no mind whatsoever.
We danced for about an hour and things really started jumping. It was getting pretty crowded and I suggested to him that we leave until some of the crowd left.
He really couldn't understand why I wanted to leave just as the place was getting to party, but I insisted and ended up dragging him out, protesting.
When we got outside, he was pretty confused. "Why the hell do you want to leave now?" he kept asking me. There were people passing by us and I didn't want to tell him within earshot of them. Finally, when we got far enough away from them, he asked me again.
"You know, I really can't see why we should be leaving now. After all, everybody's just getting in there and I was having a real good time and I thought you were too and -"
I cut him off. "Because I want to fuck you."
He looked at me as if he didn't understand what I meant.
"What did you say?" he asked me.
"I said that I want to fuck you. We can go back later."
He looked at me and nodded his head slowly. "Oh," he said.
The full impact of what I had said didn't hit him for a few seconds. Then he realized it and he looked at me, with his mouth open.
"Close your mouth," I told him, "you'll get some flies in it."
I began to laugh and when he realized the stupid look that he had on his face, he began to laugh, too.
We walked away from the center, toward the park. It was dark out and the park was almost pitch black. We arrived at the front gate and walked slowly in, arm in arm.
I was a little nervous, because of the darkness and he sensed it. He held me tightly, to reassure me that everything was all right and I sank my head into his shoulder. We walked a little way into the park and found a nice, dark secluded spot, where we were sure that we wouldn't be bothered.
He went in under the bushes first and I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a yell and a scream. He came flying back out of there and we both realized that he had stepped on the feet of another couple, who had been in the bushes for awhile.
Earl apologized profusely and we turned to go and find some other spot in which to make love. As we walked, we both started to giggle, because the incident, although frightening, had been really funny, also.
We walked further on into the park. Before long, we came to one of the ball fields. We decided to put it to its designated use and we sat down on the grass. There was no light anywhere, except for the light of the full-moon above, which was pretty bright in the darkness.
We were sitting in the middle of the outfield, on the grass and we began to kiss. He kissed me very tenderly and passionately and I had the strangest feeling, something that had never come over me in my life.
I had the feeling that I was falling in love.
He was a very handsome and wonderful guy. It was almost as if the whole thing was out of my hands, as if he had been sent to me from somewhere else, for a reason. He made me laugh a lot, when he was trying to and when he wasn't. He was making me love him and I hadn't even been to bed with him. Maybe that was why.
As we lay there on the ground, I almost knew for certain that he wasn't going to do very much without any prompting from me. So I took his hand and placed it on my pussy. He began to rub it gently and soon, I could feel the clinging wetness of my panties. I was creaming in my jeans and his soft touch was taking me over.
I reached over and grabbed his cock. It was swollen and stiff and I was eager to find out what it would feel like inside of me. I unzipped his pants and took it out. It was bigger than I had imagined and I rubbed it up and down.
He really got a lot of pleasure from that, for I could feel him squirming there on the ground, trying to get into a better position, so that I could grab even more of it. I did this and I felt the long, smooth, slender shaft, almost silken to the touch.
He was moaning slightly. I knew that I was giving him a great deal of pleasure and I was glad. I wanted to make him feel even better, so I leaned over and kissed the head of his dick.
Somehow I could imagine fireworks going off in his brain as I did that. He just seemed so totally relaxed and enjoying himself so much.
Now I leaned over again and pursed my lips around his dick. I licked it with my tongue, sticking my tongue into the opening in its head.
He groaned with pleasure and I knew that if I had caused this much pleasure by what I had done already, I would surely arouse him to the point of no return before long. I even wondered if I might be locked up for murder, if he had had a heart attack or something.
I began to move my mouth up and down on his dick, sucking it and kissing it all the way. He almost seemed to have forgotten about the hand he had planted in between my legs. He was just sitting back enjoying himself, enjoying the expertise and artistry with which I used my mouth, and frankly, I couldn't blame him.
I wanted to suck him off completely, I wanted to taste the golden fluid of his come in my mouth. I fingered his balls and rubbed them, playing with them and feeling how swollen they had become. I had the feeling that he had not been laid for a long time, either and that I would soon be flooded by the torrent of hot come in my mouth.
He twitched a little and I knew that his time had come. I continued sucking on his dick and now I massaged the lower part of it with my fingers. He strained and then the golden semen came shooting quickly into my mouth. It filled my mouth almost completely on the first spurt and I wondered if I would really be able to hold all that I was sure he was going to give.
It was a warm, milky substance and I got the first blast of it on the roof of my mouth, right behind my teeth. My tongue was massaging his dick furiously and I was sure that it was adding greatly to his pleasure. He sent numerous spurts of the gism into my mouth and I had all that I could do to lap it all up.
I finally did, however and I licked his dick up and down and his balls, making sure that it was cleaned off completely. Then, as his dick began to get soft again, I squeezed the head of it softly and I licked up the last remaining drops of semen, oozing out of the head.
I looked at him in the darkness. I could not see him very well at all, but I knew that it could have been nothing but the most blissful expression on his face. I kissed him and he took up the kiss where I had intended to leave it off. He kissed me passionately and I was quite hot myself by now.
I wanted to fuck and so did he, I could tell. But I figured that we could both wait until later, so that I would enjoy it even more and so that he could grow sufficiently horny again. As if he really needed to.
We stood up and he fixed his pants. We walked arm in arm back toward the entrance to the park from which we had come. When we reached it, we heard voices behind us. We saw no one, until we spied the two lovers we had come upon earlier, stumbling out from behind the bushes. We laughed and walked slowly on.
We arrived back at the dance. We had been gone for about an hour and now there were even more people at the dance. It had developed into a real swinging affair and I was glad. I would have been pretty disappointed if we had come back to an empty dance, with nothing happening. Remember, I had gotten used to the wild dormitory that I was living in at school. Over there, there was more happening at lunch time, than usually happened in this whole town in a month.
We danced for a long time. All of these girls that Earl knew kept coming up to him and asking him to dance and ignoring the fact that I was standing there with him, but he always refused. I wouldn't have been mad if he had said yes, but, I think that he was too afraid of what I would say to go.
Two girls had a really funny fight. They had been arguing because one had stolen the other's boyfriend and they were both swearing to kill each other. Everyone was standing around laughing at them and finally one decided that all of the words they were saying were not enough. She picked up the punch bowl and hurled it at the other one. Everybody managed to scramble out of the way in time, except the girl for whom it had been meant and she got a face full of punch. Her dress was ruined and everyone fully expected her to go after the other girl, aiming to kill. But she just sat there on the floor and cried and everybody laughed at her. I sort of felt sorry for her, but she was stupid enough to get into the thing, so she deserved whatever she got.
The general atmosphere at the dance, though, was a really partying one. It was planned to have it run from eight until midnight, but at midnight, there were more people than ever there. I guess word had spread around and people began showing up from faraway places. And besides, the adults were still used to the old-fashioned kind of dances, where everyone was home and in bed by twelve. They had forgotten that this was a new, enlightened era and everyone was ready to party.
Well, it finally did break up at about three and the adults were all standing around looking bedraggled, as if they had had enough partying and excitement to last them until next Thursday. And to think, Saturday night was yet to come.
Earl drove me home. Everybody was asleep. They knew that we were going to the dance, but when they saw that I wasn't home by twelve or so, they must have figured that I was either having a really good time, or that I was in some kind of trouble. They knew that I was always getting into some kind of trouble, but that I always managed to get out of it, too. They never bothered to interfere in my affairs, as long as I was on pretty good behavior, got fairly good marks in school and didn't cause too much trouble for anybody.
We walked into the house and I turned on the light. There wasn't a creature stirring anywhere, so I figured that it would be okay to sit on the couch and carry on for awhile. I motioned to Earl to come over and sit down next to me. He did and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I lay back down on the couch and he snuggled in on top of me.
The light went on in the hall upstairs. "Annie, is that you?" my mother called.
Well, Earl practically flew off of me without trying. I mean, it was as if somebody had picked him up off of me and hurled him backwards.
"Yes, Mom and I have company," I said.
"Okay, don't be too long."
I was sure glad that Mom understood these things.
I motioned to Earl to come back over to the couch. He looked very cute, standing there with his hands in his pockets, trying his best to look like an innocent little boy. One who had just had his hands in the cookie jar.
He sat down next to me and I could practically hear his heart thumping away wildly. I laughed and he smiled shyly and I put my arm around him. I waited a little while until he had calmed down and then I kissed him again.
This time, he seemed more relaxed, as though he had been assured that everything was all right now. He kissed me very tenderly and I really couldn't believe that a man could have such a gentle touch.
But it was true and I hoped that I could have him as mine.
This time, though, he didn't need any prompting. As we kissed, his hand moved slowly down my body and it rested between my legs. He rubbed my pussy softly and I could feel the heat of desire rising within me.
He opened the belt on my pants, but I had almost hoped that he would just keep rubbing me. It had just felt so good, that I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had the feeling that I was in for quite an evening of lovemaking.
He unzipped my pants and when he did, it made me cream in them even more than I had been. I really liked the way he was seducing me, or at least the way he was responding to my advances. I felt as though I were being appreciated for myself and this, in turn, was adding to the pleasure I was receiving from him.
Now he had slipped his hand inside of my panties. He rubbed the hair between my legs and his fingers slowly made their way down in between my legs. They massaged my thighs and brushed seductively against the lips of my pussy. This caused me to tingle in delight and expectation and I shifted my legs so that he could get in even further and more easily.
He caressed my lips with his middle finger and rubbed them with the slippery cream that had flowed from them. I was hot and I wanted him to hurry up so that he could fuck me, but I knew that good things would surely come, literally, to those who waited for them.
At last, the mercy of his middle finger, slipping gently, yet hotly, into the opening of my vagina. He slid it in as far as it would go and I squeezed my legs tight together. I wanted to keep it trapped in there. After all, it had been the first thing in there in quite a while and it felt unbelievably good. My pussy felt as if it had spent forty long years in the desert and his finger felt like the water that had sprung from the rock.
He moved it in and out now and he slid it gently along my clitoris as he moved it out. I felt as though I would soon be crying, pleading with him for the mercy of his penis. His finger felt so good, that I wondered if I would be able to stand much more of it. I had the feeling that I was going to go quite insane, with what I knew was going to be a most satisfying orgasm.
He was fingering me faster now and I felt my desire becoming quite intense. I bent over to him and kissed him fully on the mouth. Our tongues worked against each other feverishly and there was more activity on that couch than there had been at the entire dance we had attended earlier in the evening.
I decided that I had had about all of this torture that I could stand. I took his hand out of my pants and stood up. He looked at me as though he were afraid that he had done something wrong, but his look turned to one of relief when he saw me sliding my pants down and over my ankles. I looked thoroughly obscene, wearing only a blouse, which only half-hid my naked ass. I walked over to the light and turned it off.
The living room was totally dark now and he seemed a bit surprised as I sat down next to him on the couch. I reached my arms around him and put my legs up on the couch, underneath him. I kissed him long and deep and whispered "Fuck me," in his ear.
Then he realized that he still had not taken his pants off and he sighed as he stood up to do so. I heard him rustling around in the dark and he finally sat back down on the couch and lay across me.
I felt his naked body rubbing slowly and passionately against mine. His dick was hard and it laid firmly against my stomach. He began to grind his thighs into mine and before long I was so totally aroused that I practically begged him to put it in me.
"C'mon, put it in. Please, I want it in me, darling. I want you to fuck me so good. Put it in." I said and I meant every word of it.
He put his lips on mine and he leaned back a little. Now his dick was in between my legs and I could feel its stiff length rubbing along my thighs. Every so often, it would brush against my vagina and that would send chills of desire up and down my spine.
Finally I could take no more and I moved myself into position. The head of his dick was resting in the lips of my cunt and I tried to push upward, so that it would slide in.
But he pulled back, so that we were both the same way after my thrust. He laughed a little and I didn't know what the hell he was doing.
"I want to torture you a little," he said.
"You'll never get another whiff of this pussy again, as long as I live," I said. This seemed to bring him into cold contact with reality and the facts of life and he again lined up the head of his dick on the lips of my pussy.
Now he pushed gently in. I felt the tip of it, spreading my pussy open widely. His dick was a lot wider than it had looked and as it inched its way in, I became hotter and hotter. It was in all the way and I could not believe the fabulous, filled feeling that I was experiencing.
He began to fuck me, sliding that great shaft gracefully in and out of me. It was the most satisfying feeling that I had ever had from a penis. I knew now, once and for all, that it was not the length that was ever going to matter, it was the width.
And most importantly, it was how the man behind it used it.
He fucked me for about a minute and I came, despite the fact that I had been trying to hold off for him. The muscles of my cunt expanded and contracted in delirious approval of what he had been doing to me and I hoped that he wouldn't be mad that I had just come all over myself without waiting for him.
I looked up at him, trying to see him in the dark, but it was no use. He was lying on top of me, breathing heavily and not knowing whether or not to continue. I said to him, "What are you waiting for?" and he took it as the signal that all was well.
He began to pump his organ into me again. It slid in and out easily, although I was a little dry now. But within a minute or two, it began to get me very hot, all over again. He was moaning now and I knew that he was going to come shortly.
But I also knew that I, too, was going to come shortly, also. His hot prick had aroused me once again and I was wet and feeling slightly giddy. There is no feeling in the world like a soft tender pussy after it has had an orgasm, but the one feeling that outdoes that one is when that pussy gets fucked again, immediately after its orgasm.
I was very wet and hot and I felt the wonderful sensation in my slot, as I began to rise in the heat of orgasm again. My pussy was clutching, grabbing his cock and squeezing it tight and the action of my orgasm brought about his, also.
We lay there, coming in each other's arms, his solid member buried deep inside of my twat. I could feel him shooting the warm, milky fluid into me and there seemed to be a lot of it, despite the fact that I had sucked him off earlier.
We both lay there, breathing heavily, in each other's arms and I knew that I was in love. I wanted him to be the only man, or at least one of the only ones, that I would fuck. For awhile anyway.
He got up and I pointed him in the right direction to the bathroom. He seemed as if that experience had left him staggering and I knew that it had surely left me that way.
I put my pants on loosely and turned on the light. Then I felt the inevitable, the thick gism, oozing and dripping down out of my pussy, onto my legs and my panties. It was a most uncomfortable feeling, there in my jeans. At least it would have been, at any other time. But it was something from Earl and I really didn't care. As long as it had come from him, it couldn't be that bad.
He came out of the bathroom with his usual little boy grin and he came over to me and kissed me. I hugged him tightly and I didn't want to ever let him go. But it was late and I knew it. I looked at the clock and it said four-thirty, so I kissed him and turned him around. I marched him up to the door and opened it. I kissed him once again and he headed out toward his house.
After I had closed the door, I realized that I had forgotten to tell him to call me in the morning, when he woke up. I looked back outside, but he had already arrived at his home and gone in. I closed the door and I decided that he knew enough to call me anyway. I leaned against the door and I slipped off into a quick daydream about him.
He was really the kind of guy I had always dreamed about having. I had to mother him a lot, but he would really be the kind of shoulder I would need, to lean on and for protection. And ooh, could he make love.
I heard a noise upstairs and I quickly came to my senses. They were going to want to know what I was still doing down here, at four-thirty in the morning, so I quickly turned out the light and scrambled up the stairs and into my room.
In my bed, I did something that I hadn't done since I was a little girl.
I prayed. I prayed to whatever powers that be that they would see fit to give Earl to me for keeps.
And then a funny thing occurred to me. I realized that it had been in my power all along to have him. All I had to do was be a good girl and stop leading the life I had for so long. If I could do that, then everything else would come easy.
In the days and weeks that followed, Earl became a permanent fixture around my house. He was always there and my whole family, who had taken a liking to him from the start, began to consider him as one of the family, an unofficial son-in-law.
I had never been as happy in my life and it showed. I always had been a carefree, sunny, happy-go-lucky girl, but I was unusually bright and cheerful now. And everyone in my family, in turn, was just as happy for me.
It almost seemed as though I could brighten up the entire world, single- handedly. I would walk into stores, early in the morning and cheer up the grumpiest of storekeepers.
Now it was getting close to September. It hadn't occurred to me, in all of my excitement that a new school year would soon be upon me. This would mean that I would have to go away to school and I would have to be apart from Earl at least until the mid-year recess and holidays. That would be, if he didn't find someone that he liked more while we were apart.
In the last few days before it was time to return, I pondered seriously whether or not I should return to that school. I wanted to transfer to Earl's school, so that I could be with him. I thought about it very seriously, for a long time and my parents knew what I was thinking about.
One day, my father said to me, "I know what has been weighing so heavily on your mind lately. You're thinking about how much you're going to miss Earl and whether or not he's going to be around when you get back."
I had always been very close to my father and not the least of the reasons for which was because he always seemed to know exactly what was on my mind.
He continued. "Well, let me tell you a thing or two. When two people, who say that they are in love, can't put up with being far away from each other for a long time, that's not love. That's infatuation. If they truly are in love, they can wait for each other. They can wait over the longest distance, over the longest period of time. They don't have to worry about each other, because they both know that nothing can come between them for too long."
He looked at me and smiled. "And whether or not he loves you, only time will tell."
I loved my father very much and I wasn't sure if he was giving me the right information, though he had never been wrong. But the more that I thought about what he had said, the more sense it made and I finally decided that he was right.
On the afternoon before I was due to return to school, Earl and I went out to celebrate one last time. He had managed to save enough money from his summer job to take me out to eat in a fancy restaurant in the city and I gave him some money, too. We ate and drank like a king and queen and all of the people in the place looked at us. They could not believe that they were seeing two young people like us, spending money and living it up like real-live grownups.
We came home that night and the house was empty. My parents had gone out somewhere and my brothers were never home anyway. I guess my folks knew that Earl and I wanted to be alone once more before I returned to school, so they went out and left us the house.
We went up into my bedroom and we made love for about four hours. We must have tried every single position known to man and we enjoyed every last one of them.
I almost wanted to cry when it was time for him to leave, but I fought the urge. We kissed tenderly at the door and I told him, "Remember your promise, now. I'm your girl and I intend to be here when you get back, so you better be here too."
I couldn't really expect him to be totally loyal to me while he was away, but at least I could look forward to having him there when I got back.
I got up very early the next day and I packed my last-minute belongings. Everyone was standing around downstairs waiting for me and my father was yelling up to me to hurry up. I had an early train to catch and I hadn't quite gotten up early enough. But I made it and I kissed everybody quickly at the door on my way out. My father and I hopped into the car and he flew to the train station.
I kissed him as I started to get out of the car and he held my arm. "Now you remember what I told you," he said and he looked into my eyes. I decided that I was going to miss his handsome, tough face even more than usual.
I got on the train and waved to him. I went and found an empty seat near a window and I began to daydream about everything that I could think of.
Before long, my daydream had drifted off into a full-fledged dream and I was fast asleep.
Perchance to dream!
Perchance to waken!
CHAPTER FOUR
I awoke in time to see the train pulling into the college town. By now there were several students from the school on board and they had already begun the party. People were dancing in the aisles and everybody was happy. It was a beautiful sunny day and it seemed as if all was truly right with the world.
I got my suitcases and got off the train. The first thing that I had to do was get myself a taxi to the college. I was standing there looking around for one, when an old friend drove up.
"Need a lift?" said Mike, the baseball pitcher.
"Sure, handsome," I laughed and got in. He helped me put my suitcases in securely and then we started off toward the school.
"Are you going to play baseball this year?" he asked. "You know, we really missed you last year. The coach was even talking about trying to get you some kind of athletic scholarship, or something."
Wow, I thought, maybe I'm really going to get a break this year.
"Yeah, well, I've been thinking about it," I said. One way to win boys is to play hard to get and I figured that that goes for baseball coaches, too.
"The reason that I'm asking you now," he continued, "is because they're considering having a fall league, while the weather is still warm. I had told him about you last spring and he was pretty disappointed that you decided not to play. If they have the fall league, he definitely wants you on the team."
I was trying to figure out how he could want me to play, if he'd never even seen me hold a bat. Shit, he'd never even seen me.
Maybe I was going to get another deal like I had received from the football and basketball teams, you know, ball the coach, attract a few fans and you're in. I asked him about it.
"What makes the coach think that I can even play baseball?"
Mike said, "He looks at it this way. He saw that you were interested and he figures that if you can play baseball half as well as you played football and basketball last season, then he can definitely use you."
That didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know, but I decided to wait and see what the coach had to say.
"So listen," he said, "if they have a meeting this afternoon, I'll come around and let you know. Where's your room?"
"Building one, room 302," I told him.
He pulled up in front of the room and I got out. He asked if I needed any help with my suitcases, but I really didn't, so I told him no. Then he turned around in his car and headed back toward the main gate.
Off to pick up some more girlfriends, I figured.
I got upstairs with my suitcases. The same bunch of people that had been in the dormitory last year were back and the party was going on, as usual. Everybody was smoking and passing joints around and I soon found myself laughing and very glad to be back.
Someone down the hall announced that there was a party scheduled for that evening in the other dorm and I wondered why anyone ever bothered to throw parties and end them. It seemed as though the whole school was just one big party and they didn't need any official designation of the fact.
Well, I finally got settled in and I had planned to go to sleep for a while. But the other people on the floor had other ideas and they woke me up as soon as they discovered that I was asleep.
"What's the matter, you too tired from your long journey?" a wild-eyed young man was asking me. "Here, try some of this, it's guaranteed to wake you right up."
He handed me a little orange tablet and I looked at it. It was so small, that I almost dropped it. I didn't know what it was, but I figured oh, what the hell and I popped it into my mouth. I had taken so many other things in that building that I figured trying something new wouldn't hurt.
I looked up to ask him what I had just taken, but he was gone.
Very mysterious, I thought.
I sat back down on the bed and I began to look over a textbook that had been left over from last year.
I became really absorbed in it. It was a philosophy book and some of the ideas stated in it were making a whole lot more sense than they ever had.
I sat there reading it for about a half hour and suddenly I felt very strange.
I looked up from the book and nothing looked quite the same as it had before. It seemed as though the whole room had changed. It looked exactly the same, nothing in it was any different, yet it somehow all had changed. Maybe it hadn't, though. Maybe only my perception of it had changed. Nevertheless, everything seemed very, very different.
There was still a lot of noise outside of the room, but it all seemed to be down the hall. I looked out of the room and the hall was empty. All of a sudden, people were coming out of the rooms and sliding along the walls like snakes, into the other rooms. It all seemed really funny.
There was the guy who had given me the pill, sliding along the wall, smiling at me. I ran over to him and I suddenly felt as though I were moving with someone else's body. I felt very strange, but I liked the feeling.
I followed him into one of the rooms. Inside, on the walls, were several posters. They had always been there, because I remembered them from the previous year. But they looked quite different now. They had always had the same weird design, yet it seemed so different now. It seemed as though it made a lot more sense now.
The wild-eyed guy was sitting on the bed, smoking something from a long pipe.
"Want some?" he asked me, grinning like a madman.
He really made me laugh, every time that I saw him. I went over and sat down next to him on the bed. He handed me the pipe and I took a long toke of what I discovered was top-quality hashish.
I was sitting there, thoroughly engrossed in anything, everything, that my eyes came across.
He got up from the bed and started to walk out of the room.
"Hey, what was that stuff you gave me?" I asked him.
He turned and smiled at me. "Acid," he replied with a wink.
I had never dreamed that I would one day take what I had heard so much whispered about, but, now that I had, I really liked it a lot. I was wondering what else it was going to do to me, how it was going to make me feel. I looked up at him to ask him some questions about it, but as soon as he saw me looking at him, he started out the door of the room.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Crazy, you want to come?" was the reply, as he ran out of the room.
I sat there on the bed, wondering what was going to happen next, when I heard a whole lot of noise in the halls. I looked out and everybody was running around nude.
They looked like they were all having a whole lot of fun, so I decided to join them. They didn't seem like they were at all interested in each other's bodies, they just seemed as though they wanted to be nude.
So I ran around with them for awhile. They were laughing and playing all kinds of silly games, like hide-and-go-seek. We were all having quite an outrageous time and nobody seemed the least bit interested in sex.
After a while, I got tired of running around with them, although I wasn't the least bit tired. I put on my clothes and went downstairs. I stepped out into the brilliant sun and I was flabbergasted.
I had seen the campus hundreds of times, but it had never looked the same as it did now. I was noticing things about it that I had never noticed, although I had seen them many times. Everything looked very different and I was having myself a dandy time.
Two guys from my building came walking by. They passed me and smiled pleasantly. One said, "Rice tay, nisn't trit?" and I thought I was going to go out of my mind trying to figure out what the hell he was saying.
About six o'clock that evening, I strolled over to the other building, where the party was supposed to take place later that evening. But I had attended enough of their parties to know that they always started early.
As I approached the building, I could already hear the shouting and hollering going on. People were hanging out of the windows and I knew that this was going to be some party.
As soon as I walked into the front door, I smelled the thick odor of all the dope that was being smoked. Everyone was running around with no clothes on, people were fucking everywhere and it appeared to be a Roman orgy.
I took off my clothes and piled them neatly in a little bundle. I saw a girl I had met the year before and I asked her to put my clothes somewhere for me. She took them up to her room and I followed her up there.
When I arrived at the room with her, I watched her go in and a hand reached up and grabbed my shoulder. It spun me around and I saw that it was my friend Mike from the baseball team.
Mike was very stoned and he looked drunk, too. I took his hand off of my shoulder and I headed down the hall, to see what was happening. I wandered into an empty room, and since I was still feeling the effects of the acid, I got pretty hung up in the posters on the wall. As I was looking at them, I became aware of some movement behind me.
I turned quickly, but there was no one there. I continued to look at the posters and then I saw Mike and someone else enter the room, out of the corner of my eye.
I turned and faced them and a feeling that I had not had all day came over me. My pussy began to tingle.
Only this time, the rest of me began to tingle as well. I wanted to feel all of Mike's huge cock inside of me, deep inside of me.
I walked over to him and I kissed him. His prick shot up almost instantly, as though it were literally on a spring. I turned my back to him and I reached over onto the dresser nearby. There was some kind of ointment there and I spread a lot of it on my fingers. I massaged his dick with it and spread it liberally all over it. Then I wiped my anal tract with some and I stepped back toward him. I bent over and waited.
Nothing happened. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked him.
He had been a little too high to know what was happening, but now he reacted. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and spread them as wide as he could. I almost thought that he was going to split me in half. I felt the head of his huge dick resting on the threshold of my anus. Then he pushed gently in and I could feel it sliding stiffly into me.
It did not hurt this time, and as a matter of fact, it felt kind of good. He began to slide it in and out and soon, I motioned to his friend, who I had never even seen, to come closer to me.
He had gotten a hardon just from watching Mike and I carrying on and I took his long, red cock in my hands. I brought it up to my mouth and I sucked vigorously on it. Believe me, I was quite a sight.
It only took about two minutes for the young guy I had been sucking off to come. He fired a hefty wad into my mouth and I swallowed the warm gism heartily. He backed off and watched Mike and I perform.
I could feel Mike's muscles tensing. I knew he was going to come and I intended to make it a good one. I began to wiggle my ass a little and I was able to bring the two of us into position in front of the mirror, so that I could see the look on his face.
He had a pained expression, as though the ecstasy of the moment were almost upon him.
When I felt his strong hands grip my ass tighter than ever, I jumped up and wiggled my ass fiercely. He held me up as I was in the air and I could see his contorted face in the mirror, with its look of ecstasy. I wiggled my ass around on his dick and his body rocked back and forth, contorting in his orgasm.
The gism was shooting up into my ass and it felt like a soothing balm. It kept leaking right back down onto him with every spurt and by the time we had finished, we had made quite a mess all over the floor.
I stood straight up. My back was killing me from having been bent over for so long, but my ass didn't hurt very much at all. Soon the pain in my back went away too and I was back to normal.
I was looking at the other boy now, the one that I had sucked off. He was laughing and I turned to see at what.
Mike was lying on the bed, fast asleep. The excitement must have been too much for him.
The boy and I began walking out of the room, when we reached the door I turned and looked back at Mike. He began to snore, almost as the finishing touch to everything that had taken place. The boy and I began to laugh heartily as we walked out. I shut the light and left Mike to his sweet dreams.
There was pandemonium in the halls. People were swinging from the ceiling, running back and forth and in and out of rooms, up and down the halls and all over the place. It was like a scene from a Marx Brothers movie and I almost expected to see camera rolling in the corners.
The party lasted all through the night and well into the morning hours. At about the time everyone was supposed to be waking up, everyone was leaving the building to go back over to the other one. This had been one of the wildest parties in the history of the school and the place looked it.
The building appeared as though a bomb had dropped on it. Literally. Beds were overturned, books strewn all over the place, clothes hanging out of windows. A filmmaker couldn't have done a better job in depicting the ravages of war.
I was glad that I lived in the building across the way. If for nothing else than the fact that I wouldn't have to do the cleaning up.
When I arrived at my room, I was still quite awake from the pill I had taken. My body was exhausted, but my brain just refused to stop thinking. I was wondering if I was ever going to come down off the stuff, so that I could get some peaceful sleep.
I was sitting in my room, staring at the walls, when I heard footsteps coming down the hall toward my room.
It was the wild-eyed young man who had started me off on this whole, incredible trip.
"Howdy, what's happening?" he said in a slow, stoned-out sort of way.
"Nothing, I'm trying to go to sleep," I responded.
"Here, take one of these," he said, tossing me a little red and blue capsule.
I thanked him for it and he turned and headed back to his room.
I would be damned if I was going to take any more pills tonight, or anytime soon. I decided to just sit there and wait for the effects of the other one to die completely.
Well, I was sitting there waiting for a long time. It was about two more hours, at about nine o'clock, when I was finally able to fall asleep and them I slept until nine that evening.
I woke up with the most miserable feeling that I had ever had. Not only physically, but psychologically. I just felt as though I had been down the road to ruin and back. I was pretty depressed and I really couldn't figure out why.
The fellow from down the hall came by to see how I was feeling.
"I have something that will make you feel a whole lot better," he told me, but I politely declined his offer. We sat and talked for a while and then he told me that he was going to go back to his room. He said that he would be there if I needed anything or wanted to talk and I thanked him as he walked out of the room.
I sat there and thought about a lot of things. I had made a pretty large ass of myself at that party, although everyone there had been too stoned to notice the difference. No one in the place seemed to have any morals, or any sense of values at all. I was beginning to feel a little depressed, because I suddenly realized, on the second day of school, that school was not at all where I wanted to be.
I got up and got dressed and I went over to the school cafeteria. I needed some food and some coffee, to try and straighten myself out with a shot of caffeine and a full stomach a little bit.
I got over there and I bought myself a rather small dinner. I knew that I didn't really feel like eating, but once I started, I discovered that I had wanted even less than I thought. I ended up throwing most of it away. Even the coffee had no taste, but I drank it, because I figured that it would do me some good.
I just sat for awhile thinking. Thinking about nothing in particular, but just thinking rather heavily on some things that I shouldn't have been paying any attention to.
Then I began to think about Earl. I wondered if he did indeed love me and whether or not he would still be around by the time that I got back from school. It would be awhile before I would be home for the Thanksgiving holidays and although I had the address where I could write to him, I knew that it just wasn't enough.
Just as I was almost ready to cry from homesickness, I remembered what my father had said to me. I remembered that he had said that if you really love someone, you can wait over the years, no matter how long it takes, because you know in your heart that you will soon be with them.
My father always had had the knack for making me feel better when I was feeling blue and this time was no exception. I began to cheer up at the mere thought of my father and a smile slowly came to my face.
Just then, I was startled out of my daydream by the rap of some knuckles across the table. It was my wild-eyed friend.
"Don't feel down," he said. After you wake up the next day, you always feel shitty. But you'll feel better tomorrow," He winked at me and just the sight of his silly face made me break out into a big grin.
I picked up my tray and dumped the garbage into the can. I headed for the exit and on the way out, I left the tray off where it belonged.
I got out into the crisp evening air and I headed for my dormitory. Halfway there, I decided that it was not the place that I especially wanted to be. I decided to go for a walk in the night.
I walked a little bit and then decided that it was going to be too chilly for a walk without a sweater. I turned around and headed back to the dorm to get one.
As I walked in, I smelled the ever-present odor of marijuana smoke, filling the halls. When I got up to my room, two girls who had been at the party were smoking near it and they offered me some. I really didn't want any, as I hadn't quite gotten over the effects of the party yet. I declined the offer and they both looked at me as though I were nuts.
I went into my room and searched for a sweater in one of my suitcases. I still hadn't unpacked my bags completely and I resolved to do that as soon as I got back from my walk, or at least as soon as I could find the strength.
I headed back downstairs and walked out the door.
As I walked, I had the strangest feeling that I was being observed by someone. I kept looking around, but I could see no one. Finally, as I got near the front gate, which I had had no intention of going out of, I saw Mike's car parked outside of it. He was sitting in it and he waved to me.
"C'mon, let's go for a ride," he said.
I hesitated. I really didn't want to be with him, but I figured that it was better than doing nothing and walking around alone. I really did want to talk to someone and I really didn't care who it was. I walked over to the car and got in.
"How're you doing?" he asked me with a smile.
"How do you think?" I answered him rather sarcastically.
He looked at me as if to say, What did I do?
"What did I do?" he said.
I looked at him and wondered if he had remembered what had happened at the party, or if he had been so stoned that he had forgotten completely about it.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, I just don't feel that well, that's all," I said.
"Yeah, I know, pretty wild party they had there." he said. "You know, I must have passed out pretty early on, because I remember staggering up the steps to the second floor and the next thing I remember is that I woke up on a bed on the second floor and the party was over. And I didn't have any clothes on. Were you at the party?"
I laughed, but I laughed a whole lot more inside. "Yeah, I was there, but I don't think I saw you."
"Yeah, you know, now that I think of it, I had a friend with me, too, a guy from another school. I wonder what happened to him."
I was trying very hard to keep my laughter inside, but I managed to keep a straight face.
"Why don't we go to a bar, or something?" he suggested.
The thought of drinking was enough to' make me throw up without another word. "To tell you the truth," I said, "I really would rather not have anything to drink for a long time. Why don't we just go for a ride in the clear, fresh night air?"
He seemed to want to do something else, like drinking, but he agreed.
We drove for a long time, passing numerous hills and roads that I had never seen before. He was taking me around parts of the area that I had not previously travelled and it was good to see something else of the country that I was in.
It was a clear, country night and the stars shown extraordinarily bright in the black sky.
We rode for about an hour and then I was tired. I wanted to go home and I told him.
"Ah, what's the matter, it's so beautiful out. Aren't you having fun?"
I told him that I was, but that I was tired and I wanted to go home. He seemed very annoyed, but he turned the car around and headed back to the school.
Halfway there, I fell asleep. I fell into a dream. I dreamed that I was sitting right where I was, in his car and that Earl was in the back seat. The three of us were driving along, enjoying ourselves, until we came upon a road block. The two cops I had been in trouble with before were there and they were grinning at me. They ordered Earl and Mike to get lost and they sat in Mike's car and drove off with me.
I was dreaming that they were in the car with me and I woke up with a start. I looked over at the driver's seat and I was immensely relieved to see Mike sitting there. He looked over at me when he saw me jump.
"Having a wild fantasy?" he laughed.
I smiled weakly and sat back. I tried to go back to sleep, but my heart was beating too wildly. I had to be content with sitting back, watching the darkened scenery moving quickly by.
We drove most of the way in silence. At last we arrived at the front gate of the school and he drove in. He drove me up to my building and sat in front.
"Well," I said, "I really must thank you for the ride. I really enjoyed it." I smiled and got quickly out of the car.
He was left sitting there in the car, with a what-the-fuck type of expression on his face.
I got upstairs to my room and I was very surprised at the amount of peace and quiet in the halls. The only sound was that of an occasional radio or record player somewhere. I figured that everyone had had it with the partying for a while.
I sat down on the bed and I began to cry. I didn't really know why, I just knew that I wanted to. I wanted Earl. I wanted him to hold me, to kiss me and to tell me that everything was going to be all right.
I wanted my Daddy. He knew how to make me feel better, no matter what was wrong. I wanted my Mommy, my big brothers, anybody. I just wanted some familiar face to appear, to comfort me. I just sat there, crying and crying and I didn't care who saw me.
I heard footsteps come to the door. That wild-eyed idiot, I thought. He was the last person that I wanted to see. It was partly his fault that I felt as badly as I did and he was the last person that I would want to see for a long time.
I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes.
Earl stood looking at me, trying to figure out why I was crying.
I was so happy that it made me cry some more. I ran out to his open arms and he held me tight.
"What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" he asked me.
I was crying too hard to answer, but now they had turned to tears of joy.
"I was just thinking about you," I sobbed. "I missed you, I wanted you and now you're here."
I clutched at him, grabbed him, squeezed him. I was so happy to see him, it didn't even occur to me to find out why he was there.
Finally, after he had calmed me down and made me feel a little better, he explained the reason that he was there.
"I was on my way to school and I was passing by here. I thought the name sounded familiar and after I had driven a couple of miles past, I remembered that it was your school. Then it took me about an hour to find where you were. This school sure is dead. There's hardly anybody around."
I laughed. He should only know, I thought.
He held me tightly for a while and we talked about a lot of things, our parents, what the school year had planned for the two of us and what life in general had planned for the two of us.
After a while, my pussy began to long for the feel of his beautiful dick. After the party the other night, I had thought that I would be finished with sex for at least a little while. But then, I hadn't counted on seeing Earl for quite a while yet.
I kissed him on the mouth and stuck my tongue in. We wiped our tongues around in each other's mouths for a little while and I suddenly got very horny. Suddenly I felt the urge to be perverse and I now had the perfect partner with which to be that way.
I got up and went over to close the door. I locked it behind me, for I didn't want to be disturbed at all.
"How long can you stay?" I asked him.
"Well," he said, "I really should be on my way tonight, but who knows what tomorrow brings?"
I laughed and dived on top of him. I began to kiss him and at the same time, I was tearing off his clothes. I wanted him to fuck me now more than ever.
I pulled down his pants and turned around on him. I began to suck on his dick, while he still had his pants on and I playfully chewed it. He let out a small yelp and I laughed lustily. The two of us wrestled around playfully on the bed and we ended up tangled in each other's clothing.
I withdrew myself from the mess and sat upright on the bed. I began to undress him more slowly now and his dick grew slowly into quite an erect hard-on.
At last, I had gotten all of his clothes off and I stood up to take off my pants. I kicked them aside and I pulled my sweater and my blouse off, over my head.
As I had the sweater and blouse over my head, with my arms tied up within, he reached over and pushed me down onto the bed. He spread my legs open wide and he began to lap up the juices flowing freely from my pussy. This sensation caused me to shiver and moan and I surrendered to the loving advances he .was making.
He was licking my pussy up and down now, lapping it up like a dog at a water fountain. The warm, wet, gentle massage of his tongue was quite a stimulant and I raised my legs up onto his shoulders.
He had his head buried deeply into my pussy now and he was sucking it in and out. It was like the feeling of a dick moving in and out of me and I began to cream madly, with no end in sight. I was creaming all over his face, the sweet juice pouring out of me like raindrops.
Suddenly, I had an idea, although not necessarily a very original one. I told him to turn around on top of me and we assumed the sixty-nine position, with his face buried deep in between my legs and his cock and balls sticking into my face.
I took his big balls tenderly into my mouth and licked them. I squeezed them playfully with my tongue and I sucked on them longingly.
At the same time, his mouth was working wonders on the lips of my pussy, separating them, licking them up and down and he was sticking it quickly in and out of my slot. I could feel a deep desire rising within me and I shifted my legs passionately.
I had his dick in my mouth now and I was moving my lips up and down on it. I was squeezing his balls gently with my fingers, hoping to cause them to emit their delicious white semen fully into my mouth.
Earl raised his head and looked around at me. "I want to fuck you, darling," he said.
Although I had really wanted for him to come in my mouth, I could not refuse my lover's request. I put my arms out to hold him as he turned himself around and dropped himself onto me.
He lay there on top of me and the two of us breathed heavily. He kissed me passionately and I felt the stirrings of my desire rising more and more. I wanted for him to fuck me as badly as he had wanted me to.
Now was the time and we both were more than ready. He took his round, fat, hard cock and stuck it into the opening of my slot. He pushed it in slowly and I once again discovered the delight that no prick in the world had ever given to me, the way that this one had.
He slowly eased it in and out, fucking me so good. I raised my legs up, so that he could plunge his member in even deeper and that's just what he did. In and out, this beautiful cock kept sliding.
I was sweating and I had my legs high up in the air now. I wanted as much of it as he had. The sweet pain in my legs was wonderful and I felt the release of all of that pent-up horniness, as he sank that organ deep inside me. My pussy clutched and grabbed at his cock and he too writhed in the ecstasy of our mutual release.
We lay there and I was sobbing. He thought that something was wrong, but I assured him that they were but tears of joy. He kissed me and I knew that this was someday to be the man I would marry.
We went to sleep and in the morning, I was greeted with the sight of my lover, lying next to me in the bed. Never in my life had I spent a full night in bed with a man, but I was glad that it was with the right one when the time came.
I kissed my lover good morning and I put a hand down onto his morning stiffness. It felt good, having a big, young, strong hard-on with which to play, early in the morning.
We made love again and then we lay there in the bed for awhile. He just looked so good that I didn't even want him to get up and leave. After awhile I put my hand down on his cock again and it was stiff once again, so we made love again. I would have been perfectly contented to just lie in the bed and make love every time that we were ready.
But I knew that we would both soon grow tired of that and of each other, so I let him get up. He had to leave for school, anyway, but I wouldn't let him leave before I had proposed to him.
He couldn't believe that I had actually asked him to marry me. Not right away, of course, but after we had both finished school. He couldn't get over the fact that women would actually propose to men.
But he should have known better. After all, hadn't I been a pioneer in the field of women's athletics and just in generally opening up a lot of doors for women in the area? I was someone and individual and I just couldn't find it within myself to be like the rest.
And besides, he was much too good a catch to let get away.
Much to my surprise, he agreed to marry me, at the end of our respective school careers. I was so happy and so excited, that I almost felt like crying again.
But now it was time for him to go and he got dressed and got his things together. We kissed and I walked down the stairs of the dorm with him.
Now the dorm was buzzing with activity and it began to look like normal again. He remarked that this was really one of the quietest schools that he had ever seen and I agreed with him. Sometimes, it bored me to distraction, I had told him.
He got into his car and I watched it move up the road until it was completely out of sight. Now, I knew, I had something to give me the incentive to get through three more years of schooling, or anything else, for that matter.
I skipped happily back up to my room. The usual partying had already begun and everyone was hanging out and getting high. But I refused all that was offered me. I was on a natural high, one that no drug could ever produce.
I sat down and began to write a letter to my parents. I told them how Earl had come to visit me the previous night and how we had talked about a lot of things, I told them how depressed I had been and how he had made me feel so much better.
And I wrote in the letter that we had decided to get married and I knew fully that it would shock the hell out of the four of them, to know that their wild young daughter was going to become a married woman.
I began to think of the bright promise that the future now held. It was a new semester and I had a fresh start. No more trouble with any schoolwork, I resolved. I swore to do less partying and more concentrating on the things that I was really in college for.
And I decided that I would give one final try to athletics. I knew that I could handle both sports and schoolwork, but not a ridiculous amount of partying, too. I would have to balance everything out accordingly, with more of an emphasis on my studies.
It was a beautiful day and not one to be sitting around in that stuffy old dorm. I went outside and everyone was sitting around soaking in the sun. For once, the school seemed like a school, instead of a zoo.
I walked all around the campus. Many people remembered me from the previous year. I had been a pretty popular figure around the school, sort of a celebrity. Everywhere I went, I was bound to be recognized and this little fame had gone to my head. I vowed that I wouldn't let it go to my head any more. I casually acknowledged all the smiles and the cheers that I received and I walked quietly along, basking in the sunshine and the adulation.
I had finally managed to be totally happy at the school, without any drugs or any orgies, or the need of any artificial stimulants. I was just on a natural high and I had the feeling that everything was going to be all downhill, very smooth sailing, for the rest of the trip.
CHAPTER FOUR
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.
