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 Lost & Found

   By Douglas Fox

   ============================================================== This
story is a sequel to "Drive for Excellense" It is written from the
perspective of Kyle Martin.  All characters, situations and actions are
completely fictitious.

   The previous stories in the series are:

   Algonquin Memories, The Tailback & The Cheerleader, Second Chance At
Love, Love By The Side of the Lakes, Finding Balance, Finding Answers,
Drive for Excellence.  These stories can be found at
/~Douglas_Fox/stories.htm

   Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.  These teenagers
practice unsafe sex repeatedly.  No one should do this in real life.  Real
unsafe sex leads to pregnancy, AIDS and death.  Be safe!

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   Chapter 11

   ==========

   I pulled along the curb in front of my house around 9:30 pm.  I hopped
out and opened the back of my car to get my bags.  A mini-van I knew well
passed me as I reached for my bags.  Ed Fritz spotted me and gave me a
little wave as his dad drove past me.  I slammed the back shut again and
trotted down the street to welcome my best friend home.

   Ed climbed out of the car and met me at the end of his driveway.  "Damn!
It's great to see you Kyle.  It's been too long!"

   "I know buddy.  I've missed you." I answered.

   "Did you just get home?"

   "Yeah.  It's been a long day.  Busses picked up our team at 7 am, drove
us to airport, flew to State College, busses back to campus and then a 2 ½
hour drive home."

   "I know.  My day was long too.  I didn't fly back to Gainesville with my
team.  I grabbed a taxi from the team hotel at 6:30 this morning.  It took
me to the airport.  I had a 3 hour layover in Atlanta.  Baltimore had
weather problems.  My flight was diverted to Dulles.  Dad had to drive the
whole way down there to pick me up tonight."

   "You win the travel horror award, I guess." I conceded.

   Ed asked, "You busy tomorrow?  We should get together in the afternoon."

   "Sure.  Come over after lunch.  We can watch the last games of the NFL
season together."

   Ed said, "I saw your game yesterday.  You looked good out there."

   "Thanks.  I didn't get to see your game.  I was busy with warm-ups and
the Rose Bowl Luncheon.  Jeremy said he spotted you on the sidelines on
TV."

   "Jeremy?  You talked with Jeremy?"

   "Sure.  The BCS Championship is in Pasadena this year.  Jeremy's hotel
wasn't too far from mine.  Zack and I got together with him last night for
an hour or two at our hotel.  We had a nice visit." I explained.

   "That's cool." Ed's expression changed.  "It would be nice to see him
again." Ed said wistfully.

   "I'll see you tomorrow." I said.  "I have to get inside and see my
family."

   "Yeah.  I do too." Ed said.

   I greeted Mr.  Fritz, who was unloading Ed's bags from the van.  I
trotted back down the street to my car, gathered my bags up and headed
across the lawn to my home.

   I dropped my bags inside the door and called out, "I'm home!"

   "SSSHHHH!" Mom answered from the kitchen.  In a half whisper she added,
"The twins are asleep."

   "Sorry.  I forgot." I answered as I walked back to the kitchen.  Mom
stood from the table and walked to me.  I looked her over, wondering if her
pregnancy would show yet.  It didn't.  She looked like she always did.

   Mom hugged me as soon as we met.  She happened to squeeze one of my many
bruises too hard.  She saw me wince.

   "What's wrong dear?"

   "It's just some bruises." I answered.

   "Your coach shouldn't have played you so much yesterday.  Those boys
from USC were hitting so hard."

   "Mom, I wanted to be on the field.  It was a good thing.  The coaches
could have chosen any one of seven receivers to play in the slot.  They
chose me because they thought I gave them the best chance at winning the
game."

   "I worry about you Kyle." Mom said.

   "You don't need to.  The d-backs covering Anders and me are feeling
worse.  We're bigger than them.  I assure they are more beat-up than us." I
answered.

   Dad and Andy came out of the family room.  Dad insisted on a hug.  He
said, "That was a hell of a game you had yesterday son."

   "Thanks...."

   Andy interjected, "Yeah.  You were the best receiver on either team. 
I'm going to love bragging about my big brother when I see all my friends
at school on Monday."

   Mom got the ice cream out.  We found seats at the table.  Liz appeared
as soon as the bowls and spoons rattled on the table.  Mom, Dad, Andy and
Liz spent the next half hour listening to my story of my week in California
and my first bowl game.  I went straight to bed when we were done talking.
Even though my body was still on LA time and thought it was 7 o'clock and
not 10 o'clock, I was exhausted from all the traveling.

   I woke up in time to go church with my family.  I saw the Jamaican tam
with dreadlocks when I was dressing for church.  I decided to show off my
Christmas gift to my family.  The dreadlocks hung half way down my back and
stuck out every which way.  Andy and Liz guffawed when I walked into the
kitchen.

   Mom smiled at my get up.  She was finishing feeding Noah and Connor. 
"WHAT is that?"

   "A Christmas gift from one of my teammates." I explained.  I peeked over
at Connor and Noah.  "How are my favorite nephews?"

   It wasn't my most brilliant idea.  The twins took one look at my
freakish appearance and burst out in tears.  Andy and Mom grabbed them and
tried to console them.  I pulled the tam off and hid it behind my back. 
"It's OK guys.  It's Uncle Kyle.  It's OK."

   Liz explained, "The twins aren't comfortable with strangers."

   "I'm their uncle," I protested.

   Mom added, "Who they haven't seen in six weeks.  They don't know who you
are Kyle."

   The twins quieted down after a couple minutes.  They were leery of me
the rest of the morning.  I grabbed a big bowl of cereal and made myself
some toast for breakfast.  The whole family headed to church after
breakfast.

   Reverend Hollinger (the Rev to all us kids) greeted me warmly when he
spotted me just before church.  He had a nice sermon, as always.  The Rev
and I got to talk some more after the service.  The Deacons have a
reception with refreshments on the first Sunday of each month.  The Rev is
a big football fan.  He had a million questions for me about the Rose Bowl.
It was fun visiting with him.

   Andy and I headed straight to the family room after lunch and turned on
the pre-game show.  We brought Connor and Noah with us.  There's nothing
wrong with starting their indoctrination early into the ways of football.
Connor sat on my lap and Noah sat on Andy's.  The frightful Jamaican from
breakfast was thankfully forgotten.

   Ed arrived a minute after kickoff trailed by Hal.  They settled in on
the couch beside me.  Ed and Hal made fuss over Andy's sons.  The last time
they saw the twins was at our graduation party at the park when they were
only three weeks old.  My friends marveled at how much they had grown. 
Andy said Noah weighed in at 28 pounds at his last check up.  Conner was 27
½ pounds.

   The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Washington Redskins in
Philadelphia.  Both teams had a shot at making the playoffs as a wild card
team.  The Eagles were 9-6.  The Redskins were 7-8.  The Eagles needed this
game to grab a wild card playoff slot.  The Redskins still had an offhand
chance at the playoffs too, but they needed Dallas, Minnesota, Chicago and
Tampa Bay to lose.

   The game was fun to watch.  Donovan McNabb was playing great, spreading
the ball around to all his receivers.  I enjoyed comparing the Eagles' West
Coast offense to what I was used to at Penn State.

   Noah and Connor were well behaved the first forty-five minutes or so. 
They started getting fussy.  Andy said it was because they were ready for
their naps.  I helped him put the boys to bed.

   Ed, Hal and I enjoyed catching up with each other's lives over the past
5 months.  Andy entertained Ed and Hal describing our high school team's
playoff run culminating in another state championship.

   The Eagles pulled out a win in the end.  We enjoyed the game and each
others company.

   As he was getting ready to leave Ed asked, "Do you want to get together
to train tonight Kyle?  I'm supposed to keep working out on vacation but I
don't have any weights."

   "Uh... You'll have to ask Andy.  He's kind of inherited the weight set
in the family from Will and me." I turned to my brother.  "What do you
think?"

   Andy answered, "Sure, that would be great.  It's been kind of lonely
this fall working out alone.  I'd enjoy the company this week."

   Hal asked, "Do you have room for one more?  My coach wants me to
continue training too."

   Ed snorted, "You?  You're just the kicker." He winked to let Hal know he
was only kidding.

   "I AM a football player.  I can't speak for your big fancy school, but
at Rutgers every football player is expected to carry his weight.  I
train." Hal countered.

   "Sure.  Come on over Hal.  Why don't we meet at 8?" I suggested.  We
agreed on it.

   My friends took off for home and their dinner.  They returned just as 60
Minutes was ending on TV.  Andy, Ed, Hal and I headed to the basement.  Ed
looked around at the surroundings when he got to the bottom of the steps.

   "Wow!  You guys really fixed this place up.  It's a nice bedroom." Ed
exclaimed.

   Andy answered, "Yeah.  Dad and I worked on this most of the fall."

   I added, "This will be mine when the twins outgrow their cribs and move
into the bunk beds upstairs."

   Hal noticed.  "You even have a bathroom down here."

   I said, "Not yet.  The plumber hasn't..."

   "Oh yes he has," Andy corrected, "The plumber came three weeks ago.  The
bathroom works."

   Ed looked around, nodding his head.  "This is nice digs.  A lot nicer
than when we used to work out down here."

   "That they are." I confirmed.

   We started our workout, taking turns with my weights and bench.  There
was room for two of us to work out while the other two sat on the bed and
waited for their turn.

   Ed asked while he was waiting.  "Are we going to do anything special on
Friday for the BCS Championship Game?"

   I responded, "I don't know.  We should."

   Hal said, "Kathy is planning on throwing a party that night.  We can all
cheer her guy on to victory."

   Ed said, "That's cool.  Sounds like fun."

   I asked, "Is Penny going to be there?  I don't want to make her
uncomfortable if I come too."

   Ed added, "If Kyle's not invited I'm not interested either.  I don't
want my buddy left out."

   Hal exploded.  "God Damn It!  Yes Penny is invited.  She's one of our
oldest and closest friends.  You're invited too!  You two need to come to
an understanding.  We've all been friends since elementary school.  We
aren't going to let your romantic problems break up our group Kyle."

   "I don't know." I said.

   Hal insisted, "Just give her a call and talk with her Kyle.  The two of
you broke up once and managed to be civil to each other.  I'll ask Tammy
and Kathy to talk with Penny, maybe smooth the way a little for you.  The
two of you need to make peace."

   I conceded, "I'll try to work things out with Penny."

   "Good!" Hal declared.  "It was so weird at the playoff game the day
after Thanksgiving.  I felt like an extra wheel sitting with just the girls
at the game.  It'll be good to get our group back together in one place
again." Hal finally noticed Andy listening to the conversation.  "You're
welcome to come too Andy.  I didn't mean to leave you out."

   "No, it's OK.  I have to work on Friday night.  Just like every Friday
and Saturday for the last year." Andy answered.  Andy sighed, "I have a
family to take care of."

   We went back to our training.  When that was done we headed out for our
usual 3 mile route around the neighborhood.  The workout felt good after
not doing any since before Christmas.  I watched some TV, surfed the net a
little and finally went to bed around a quarter to twelve.

   I woke up to the sound of Liz and Andy getting off to school.  I rolled
over, pulled the covers over my ears and went back to sleep.  I finally
woke up again around 11:30 am.  It's great to be a bum.  After lunch I
spent a couple hours reading a book I borrowed from the Pattee Library
about Confederate General Stonewall Jackson's Valley Campaign in 1862.  I
played Madden NFL Football on my computer for awhile.  It had been ages
since I played it.  Andy challenged me to a quick game when he got home
from school, but just the one game.  He had homework to do before scouts
that night.

   Ed, Hal and I went to the Monday night Boy Scout meeting of our troop to
visit our friends.  We mostly observed things with the scoutmaster, Mr. 
Clark, and some of his assistants.  Troy Smith, the current senior patrol
leader, ran the meeting with help from his assistant, Eric Connell, and my
brother.  Ed, Hal and I had only been gone for six months, but the troop
seemed completely different from when we were scouts.  The kids seemed so
young.

   I got a chance to talk with Greg Harrison's little brother Gary.  Gary
was enjoying scouts.  Gary told me he planned to go out for football next
summer and play tight end just like his big brother.  I wished him luck.

   Gary looked just like a small version of Greg.  He had the same facial
features, the same build and the short curly black hair his brother had.  I
tried not to choke up when I remembered that the second anniversary of
Greg's death was only a few days away.  His slightly off-center smile and
last words to me - `See you Monday Kyle.' - when he and Chelsea dropped me
off at my house minutes before his accident that horrible night would stay
with me the rest of my life.  Ed's question brought my mind back to the
present.  "Are we going to work out after scouts?"

   "Sure." I replied.

   Andy rode home from scouts with Hal, Ed and me.  We did our workout and
ran together.

   I slept through the entire morning's commotion as Mom, Dad, Andy, Liz,
Noah and Connor got up and went off to work, school or day care.  I didn't
get out of bed until almost noon.  I only had eight days to goof off.  I
knew my spring semester schedule had 8 o'clock classes every day except
Tuesday.  I planned to take full advantage of every second of my break.

   Kathy Trimble called me while I was eating lunch.

   When I recognized her voice on the phone I asked, "What's up Kath?"

   "I know Hal told you about the BCS Championship Party on Friday night. I
wanted to formally invite you Kyle.  I want all my friends to be there.  I
want you there.  I want Penny there too."

   "I don't know if that's a good idea." I offered.

   "You and Penny learned to coexist around each other the last time you
broke up.  The two of you need to come to an understanding.  It's been two
and a half months since you broke up.  You should be able to do this."

   I said, "I doubt Penny would even talk to me.  You don't know how mad
she was when we tried to talk at the football game in Elizabethtown."

   "I do know about that talk Kyle.  Penny told Hal, Tammy and me
everything immediately after the two of you saw each other.  All of us told
her that your apology that night was exactly right.  You aren't the only
one I'm pressuring to make up.  Hal, Tammy and I have all talked with
Penny. She has promised that she'll listen to what you have to say.  She is
at home this afternoon.  Please promise me you will call her and talk
today."

   "I'll try." I promised.  Kathy ended the phone call with a promise to
check back with me in the evening to see how the talk went.

   I stared at the phone for quite awhile while I tried to work up my
courage to call my ex-lover.  Finally I thought through what I wanted to
say.  I dialed the number.  My spine tingled when I heard Penny answer
after two rings and say, "Edwards residence, may I help you?"

   "Penny, it's Kyle."

   She answered evenly, "Yes?"

   A slight panic hit me.  This wasn't a conversation to have by phone.  "I
wanted to talk with you.  Can I come over for a few minutes?"

   "Come over?" I could tell by the tone of her voice that she hadn't
expected me to ask that.  "I... guess..."

   "This is too awkward to do by phone.  I'll be over in a couple minutes."

   "OK" Penny answered quietly.  We hung up the phones.  I grabbed a coat
and headed down the street for Penny's house.  I passed the Hackman's
house, the Fritz's house and walked up the sidewalk to the Edwards' house.
Penny opened the door before I had a chance to knock.  She ushered me
inside to the living room.  I sat on the couch.  Penny perched on the chair
opposite me.

   She sat on the edge of the chair, leaning forward towards me and
nervously bit her lower lip while she waited for me to begin.  I took a
deep breath, exhaled and began.

   "I was an idiot last fall." Penny nodded in agreement.  "I'm sorry for
all the pain I've caused you.  You deserve better than that."

   Penny stiffened.  "You aren't expecting that I'll forgive you and take
you back, are you?"

   "Forgive me?  Hah!  I haven't forgiven myself yet.  I know I really
screwed things up.  I just wanted a chance to explain what happened.  I was
under a lot of pressure from football, classes, and everything.  Do you
remember my game against Ohio State?"

   "That was one of your best this year." Penny answered.

   "That's what the papers said.  They often don't know what they're
talking about.  They made me out to be this big hero.  In fact I screwed up
during that game.  Zack's one interception was entirely my fault.  I ran
the wrong route.  You remember later in the game when I caught the winning
touchdown?" Penny nodded yes.  "I didn't understand what play to run.  Zack
almost got a penalty for delay of game while he tried to explain it to me.
Zack chewed me out after the game even though I caught the winning
touchdown in the game.  The coaches stopped playing me at wide receiver for
a few weeks after that game.  I thought I blew my chances to be play on the
team."

   Penny said, "I didn't know about any of that."

   "There was no reason for you to know that Penny," I said reasonably.  "I
was having roommate problems too.  Christian wasn't nearly as bad as Nicole
was for you but he still wasn't any treat to live with.  He is a lot more
religious than I realized.  He'd chew me out if he caught me jerking off.
He frowned on my drinking at parties.  Can you believe that he and Bev are
still virgins?"

   "No!  You're kidding."

   I confirmed, "They have only gotten to second base together.  They're
saving themselves for marriage." Penny shook her head in disbelief that a
nineteen year old could still be innocent.  "Christian is a neat freak.  He
was always complaining about me leaving messes.  Worst of all - Christian
is a morning person.  You know how I feel about mornings." Penny nodded
again.  "I'm not saying Christian was worse than Nicole.  I'm sure he
wasn't.  I'm saying we had some problems.  I'm fortunate Damian Thompson
and GJ DeLuca were willing to swap roommates.  Damian and I get along
great. Apparently GJ and Christian are a better match as roommates too."

   Penny said, "I didn't know you and Christian weren't rooming together
anymore."

   I nodded yes to her implied question.  "Things really started to pile up
on me in the middle of the semester.  I was having trouble with my calculus
instructor.  He's Chinese and I couldn't understand how he spoke.  Football
was taking so much time I didn't have time to do all my homework.  I had a
calculus midterm about a week before I broke up with you.  That is when
things went bad.  I knew I screwed up on the test.  Melissa suggested we go
to a movie to relax that night."

   Penny asked, "Melissa?"

   "Melissa and I met her first day on campus.  She's a freshman like me.
We met at the pool doing Penn State's required swim test.  She isn't a
strong swimmer.  I talked her through how to float on her back during the
test to help her pass.  I found her in my calculus class a few days later.
We got to be friends - just friends.  We'd sit together, talk before class
started, walk together back to the dorms after class - you know that kind
of thing.  We were nothing more than friends."

   Penny nodded to me as she followed my story.  "Our brains were fried
after taking that midterm.  Melissa suggested we unwind by catching a movie
that night.  It was all perfectly innocent.  We went downtown for pizza and
then saw the movie.  It wasn't a date or anything.  We each paid for our
own ticket.  We were just a couple of friends out on a Friday night."

   Penny asked, "When did this innocent evening morph into you having sex
with this girl?"

   "I'm getting to that.  Melissa's friend invited her to stop by a frat
party.  We went.  The frat boys enjoy having a football celebrity at their
party.  I told them a few stories about the football team and the last
game. They kept giving me plenty of beer to drink.  The party had music and
a dance floor.  Melissa and I decided to dance a little.  We had more beer.
Before I knew what I was doing I was pretty drunk.  So was Melissa.  We
danced a few slow dances together.  That's when I really got into trouble."

   "I bet." Penny said.

   "You know how long it had been since I had sex.  I was drunk and got
horny.  Christian didn't give me a chance to get relief back at my room. 
When Melissa asked to go back to her room, I was drunk enough and horny
enough to agree." I paused and took a deep breath.  "I'd give anything in
the world to change that night.  Unfortunately I can't.  You were having a
hard time at school.  You needed my help and I couldn't help you from State
College.  I wish..."

   Penny interrupted.  "I know you tried to help.  David Hanson told me you
wrote him and asked him to help me when I was having problems with Nicole."
I nodded.  "David did help."

   "I'm glad.  How have things worked out between you and Nicole?"

   "I moved out of the room a couple weeks after you broke up with me.  I'm
doing better." I grinned at the news.  "You asked Will and Abby to look out
for me too, didn't you?"

   "I did.  It was all I could do from State College."

   Penny continued, "They helped." She paused and then looked me in the
eye. "I wasn't being a much of a girlfriend in the fall."

   I tried to protest but she waved me off.  Penny said, "I was always
whining about my problems.  I never gave you a chance to talk about yours.
I didn't help you at all when things were tough for you."

   "You didn't need to.  I was fine."

   Penny said, "No.  I've talked a lot with my parents and with Will and
Abby.  We shouldn't have tried to stay a couple in college.  Trying to
maintain a long distance relationship is just too much."

   I nodded.  "We would have been better off if we'd have made love that
last night before I left and then agreed to break up and stay friends."

   "You're probably right Kyle.  I wish we had listened to our parents last
summer when they tried to warn us."

   "I miss having you as my friend." I replied.

   "I do too." She brushed her hair back.  "You're always going to be
special to me Kyle."

   "I feel the same way Penny."

   "I did hear the last thing you said to me at the football game over
Thanksgiving vacation.  `I'll always love you too'." She paused.  "I'm
still mad at you for the way we broke up but I'm working my way through
that."

   "I'm glad," I said with relief.  "I wouldn't want to upset you by
showing up at Kathy's party on Friday night.  We're cool?"

   "I'll survive being in the same house with your for a few hours Kyle."
Penny said.  I stood up to leave.  Penny stayed sitting.  "How did your
calculus midterm turn out Kyle?"

   "I flunked." I answered.

   "You?  I can't believe it." Penny exclaimed.  I sat back down.  Before
either of us realized it, we had spent half an hour sharing our experiences
at college with each other.  It felt good to talk again.

   I found out that Penny's life had improved after she moved out of the
room she shared with Nicole.  Penny made the Dean's List her first
semester. She dated a few guys, including David Hanson, but wasn't looking
for a serious relationship yet.  I told her about my experiences too.  We
parted with a hug.  I gave her a kiss on the cheek.  It felt good to bury
some of the old problems.  Maybe someday we could be friends again.

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   I passed the rest of my day relaxing - reading, goofing around on the
computer, catching up on my computer game time, and listening to music.  It
was glorious.

   Ed and I talked after we finished our workouts Tuesday night.  We
decided to round up a couple dates and go out on Saturday night.  Ed heard
about a teen dance club in Lancaster that was supposed to be pretty good.
The cover charge was reasonable too.

   On Wednesday I called Holly Cox.  Her classes hadn't started either and
she was starting to get "cabin fever" from her extended winter vacation. 
She happily agreed to accompany me dancing on Saturday night.  Ed reported
that he asked Paige Anderson to go with him.  Our Saturday night was set.

   I spent Thursday afternoon watching movies and reading my book on the
Jackson's 1862 Valley Campaign.  I knew there was a left over piece of pie
from last night's dinner.  I wanted to snag it before Liz got home from
school.  Andy was staying at school to study film with other members of the
football team.  Liz had to ride the bus.

   I served myself the pie and added some ice cream to the plate.  I had a
seat at the kitchen table to devour my snack before anyone was the wiser. I
glanced at the clock when I heard someone open the front door and come
inside.  The kitchen clock said 2:51 pm.  That was surprising.  The school
bus doesn't usually come until a couple minutes after three.

   I put a piece of pie in my mouth just before Liz walked into the
kitchen, followed by her boyfriend Nick Hoover.  Liz greeted me with a
cheery "Hi Kyle."

   I chewed the pie quickly and said, "You're home early."

   Liz smiled.  "Nick's coach had to go to a funeral this afternoon. 
Basketball practice was cancelled.  Nick gave me a ride home from school."
Nick smiled shyly.

   I asked, "You have your license now Nick?"

   Nick's smile got a little wider.  "Mom took me for my test last week.  I
passed."

   "Congratulations." I said.  I took another bite of pie.  "What do you
two have planned for this afternoon?"

   Liz giggled.  "We're uh... going up to my room for awhile."

   Nick face turned crimson.  He stammered, "Do you think we should Liz?  I
mean... your brother is here and..."

   Liz grabbed her boyfriend's arm and dragged him away.  "C'mon Nicky. 
Kyle doesn't care if we have sex.  Let's go." I didn't think it was
possible for anyone to blush anymore but Nick did.  He also followed my
sister to her bedroom.

   I was finishing my pie when I heard the sound of Nick's grunts and moans
filter down the stairway.  My sister had learned a few tricks from Penny.
Liz was giving him a blowjob to desensitize him for the main event.  She
wanted to make sure her boyfriend would last long enough to satisfy her. 
My sister appeared to have inherited the family gene for lustiness.

   I headed back to the family room and my movie.  Liz came downstairs and
had a seat on the couch with me a half hour later.  She asked, "What are
you watching?"

   "Die Hard 2"

   "That old thing?  They're still playing it?" Liz made herself
comfortable.

   I answered, "It's an oldie but a goody." I glanced down at my watch. 
Nick and Liz went upstairs 35 minutes earlier.  "Where'd Nick go?"

   "He headed for home.  He got a little spooked by you being around
today."

   I know my sister didn't appreciate me prying into her affairs but I
wanted to be sympathetic.  "I'm sorry.  I guess you were hoping you'd have
some fun in bed today."

   "We did." Liz answered.  I raised my eyebrow questioningly.  "You have
to understand Nick.  He's not real experienced.  He's a little... uh,
quick." I just nodded and waited for my sister to continue.  "Nick is a
really sweet guy and very trainable.  He'll get better as he learns."

   I said, "That's a good trait in a boyfriend."

   Liz explained, "We haven't had many opportunities since we started going
steady.  Nick's got basketball practice every afternoon after school.  I
didn't decide I trusted him enough to share myself with him until the
beginning of December.  Our first chance and his first time was a couple
weeks before Christmas."

   "His first time?  You plucked his cherry?"

   Liz nodded yes.  She continued, "Dad and Andy worked on a Friday night
while Mom went shopping.  We had the house to ourselves the whole evening.
Nick did better than Cody did for his first time."

   "Nick had an experienced partner.  That helps."

   Liz said, "I got him off first before we had intercourse.  Even so, he
came pretty quick that day.  Actually he still doesn't last real long."

   I asked, "Are you comfortable talking about this with me?" My sister
hadn't been a year ago when I offered advice.

   "I brought it up Kyle," Liz reminded me.  "Do you have a suggestion?"

   "Maybe.  Does Nick use a condom?"

   "No.  I'm on the pill and he hasn't done it with anyone else.  He can't
give my any diseases.  It's supposed to feel better without a condom,
right?"

   I confirmed, "It does.  That is probably Nick's problem.  Young
inexperienced guys are really sensitive.  A condom may help him last
longer. I didn't have any stamina probably for my first six months making
love to my girlfriend."

   "Cody didn't have this problem."

   "Cody?" I laughed.  "I seem to remember Cody didn't last two seconds his
first time."

   Liz tilted her head and stared at me for a few seconds.  She said, "I
guess I'm trying to compare inexperienced Nick now to Cody last summer
before we broke up.  That isn't fair is it?  Cody had gotten pretty good in
bed by then."

   "No.  Don't expect Nick to be able to perform that well to start with.
Be patient with him."

   "I try to do that." Liz answered.

   I asked, "You brought Cody up.  Can I ask what happened between the two
of you?"

   Liz frowned at first.  Her face relaxed a little.  "All I'll say is boys
can be real jerks sometimes."

   "Is that new?" I asked.

   "No.  Cody and I were great when we were alone together.  Cody likes to
show off a little in front of his friends.  I managed to stand it in small
doses at school.  Ten days in Canada became too much for me.  The two of us
had a big fight about it the next to the last night.  I kicked him out of
our tent."

   I said, "I hope things work out better with Nick." Liz settled in to
watch the movie with me until suppertime.

   Zack Hayes called after dinner Thursday evening.  Zack asked, "I'm
throwing a BCS Championship party tomorrow night.  You want to come?"

   "Sorry, I already have an invitation to a party tomorrow.  Jeremy
North's girlfriend is hosting it." I explained.

   "Who is Jeremy going with?"

   "Kathy Trimble." I answered.

   "Still?  Didn't he date her when you guys were in ninth grade?"

   "Sure.  Kathy and Jeremy are joined at the hip.  They have been a couple
for the past four years."

   Zack chuckled.  "Kathy sure is different from her sister Jenny.  I think
she's had something like ten boyfriends since we were in ninth grade."

   "Don't forget she dated my brother Will when she was in eighth grade."

   Zack said, "She dated Will?  I didn't know about that.  Well, at least
the sisters have their height in common, if nothing else." Jenny and Kathy
Trimble are both diminutive - maybe 5'-1" or 5'-2".  Zack continued, "You
have fun with your friends at your party.  I'll see you back on campus next
week."

   "See you Zack." I answered before I hung up the phone.

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   Kathy asked me to bring a couple six packs of sodas and a snack dish for
the party.  Mom gave me a recipe for a taco salad.  It was a mix of refried
beans, ground beef, salsa, cheese, guacamole, sour cream and shredded
lettuce served on tortilla chips.  I headed for Kathy's house after dinner.

   Ed and Penny pulled along the curb behind my car as I was unloading my
share of the refreshments in front of the Trimble house.  I greeted them
with a cheery "Hey guys!"

   Ed replied, "Good to see you man.  Ready to cheer yourself hoarse?"

   Penny added, "Hi Kyle.  It's good to see you." Her tone was friendly. 
Maybe our talk on Tuesday helped.  The three of walked to the door
together. Tammy welcomed us in immediately after we rang the doorbell.  Ed,
Penny and I joined Hal, Tammy and Kathy in setting everything out ready for
the other guests to arrive at 7 pm.

   Paul Abbott was the first to arrive.  Paul was a high school senior that
we knew from our days in Venturers.  Our high school classmate and long
time friend Brandon McCafferty squired Kimberly Yuninger to the party. 
Mark Good came with his long time girlfriend Karen Reeser.  Jake Kring was
the last to arrive.

   To my amazement, Jake escorted Morgan Wentz into the party.  t I assumed
in the fall that Jake and Morgan had broken up sometime last year.  His
hand on the small of her back as he escorted her in, the exchange of
kisses, the looks the shared with each other - all shouted that Jake and
Morgan were still very much a couple.  How could he screw some strange girl
on his recruiting visit to Penn State last November and then continue
things with his girlfriend of three years?  I certainly couldn't pull that
off.  I wasn't sure I wanted to be able to pull that trick off.

   All of us at the party had been to Algonquin Provincial Park for a 10
day wilderness canoeing trip together 2 ½ years ago with our Venturer crew,
except for Mark's date and Brandon's date.  This evening was going to be a
great reunion for us.

   We settled in around the Trimble living room to watch the game on Mr. 
Trimble's new 50" HDTV.  The picture was fantastic.  I easily picked out
small details of the stadium that had been the scene of my team's triumph
seven days earlier.

   Michigan received the opening kick off.  We watched in delight as Notre
Dame's number 52 broke through the blocking and smacked the returner to the
ground with a nasty hit.  The camera zoomed in for a close up of Jeremy,
number 52, celebrating the hit with a couple teammates.  The network
decided the tackle was worthy of a replay, so we got to cheer our hero a
second time as he plastered the returner.

   Ed and I added to the color commentary of the game as the two teams
struggled for supremacy.  Ed and I had visited Michigan last year on a
recruiting visit so we knew some of their players.  Of course my team had
played both Michigan and Notre Dame so I knew even more about what each
team could do.

   Both Notre Dame and Michigan had excellent offenses and defenses.  The
first half proved to be a close, hard fought chess match.  Jeremy's
contribution to the game was limited strictly to hard special teams plays.
Notre Dame went into the half time with a slim 17-14 lead over #1 ranked
Michigan.

   I headed back the hallway to the bathroom during the half time break.  I
bumped into Jake Kring on the way back to the family room.  I greeted him
warmly.  "I hear you gave a verbal commitment to Syracuse last month. 
Congratulations."

   "Thanks Kyle.  I think I have the best chance at starting there."

   "That's good.  I wish you were coming up to State College with me, but I
understand.  I refused Penn State's offer when it was to attend as a
walk-on too."

   Jake said, "I didn't know they wanted you as a walk-on.  How'd you get
them to change their minds?"

   "They offered me that two summers ago when I went to football camp with
them.  It was just after I healed enough from my knee operation to play
football again.  I changed their minds with my play on the field my senior
year."

   Jake chuckled.  "I guess it's a little late for me to change their minds
with my high school play."

   "Did you talk to them after you won the state championship?"

   "Yes, a couple days before I committed to Syracuse."

   "No more interest?" I asked.

   "They said they like the way I play but I'm too short to play in the Big
Ten." Jake answered.

   "I understand.  Most of our offensive lineman are as tall as me and go
290 to 300 pounds.  You'd have trouble seeing over them."

   Jake shook his head.  "Our linemen are taller than me now.  I managed to
see over them just fine."

   "Good luck at Syracuse." I lowered my voice so I wouldn't be overheard.
"What's up with you and Morgan?  I thought you broke up."

   "Why would you think that?" Jake asked.

   "You know.  You and uh... what's her name.  When you visited Penn
State." I explained.  I knew Jake went to one of the bedrooms for a romp in
bed at Zack's party that evening.

   Jake fixed his stare on my eyes.  "Things on recruiting visits stay on
recruiting visits Kyle."

   I just nodded in acceptance.  Who was I to lecture someone on fidelity?
I needed a few more lectures myself.  I headed back to the family room. 
Penny treated my civilly that evening.

   Notre Dame's Coach Weiss made some adjustments to the offense during
half time.  The Irish came out and took the second half kick off straight
down the field and scored a touchdown to give themselves a 10 point lead.

   Michigan's quarterback, Pete Cochran, tried to rally his team on the
next possession.  He moved them up past midfield.  Michigan's best
receiver, Darius Ward broke free.  Pete spotted him and fired the ball down
field for Darius.  Notre Dame's number 93 leapt up and batted the ball as
it flew past his spot of the defensive line.  The ball fluttered and ended
up in the hands of a Notre Dame linebacker.  He ran the ball towards his
goal line and was tackled around Michigan's 22 yard line.

   I jumped up and shouted, "Die Pete, die you sucker!"

   Brandon commented, "You really don't like him do you Kyle?"

   Ed interjected, "He's an asshole."

   I added, "Pete is a good quarterback but he's really obnoxious.  He is
the main reason I didn't consider Michigan.  I couldn't stand the thought
of being around him for two years."

   Brandon shook his head.  "You guys live in a different world than us."

   "No, we don't," I explained.  "We just spend more time studying football
than you do.  I probably spent a dozen hours watching video of each of
these teams.  I also played both of them.  I know these guys."

   Brandon challenged me.  "What's the next play smarty?"

   I looked over Michigan's formation.  "I think Michigan will blitz this
time, probably the middle linebacker and safety." I checked out Notre
Dame's formation.  "This will be either a draw play or... a screen.  I
think it'll be a tight end screen."

   Notre Dame snapped the ball just as I finished my prediction.  The
middle linebacker and free safety blitzed as I expected.  The QB looped the
ball over the heads of the blitzers to his tight end.  The lead blockers
pushed Michigan's defenders out of the way.  The tight end took the screen
pass and shot down the field for the goal line.  Michigan's strong safety
chased the tight end down just before he crossed the end zone, too late to
prevent the score.  Notre Dame's kicker boot the PAT to increase their lead
to 31-14 over Michigan.

   We celebrated Notre Dame's touchdown.  When the cheering died down
Brandon said, "OK, I'm impressed."

   I answered, "Don't be that impressed.  I'm sure I could ask you a
physics question and you'd be able to answer it better than I could."
Brandon was taking physics his first couple years to get his engineering
degree.  Brandon nodded yes.  "I couldn't keep up with Penny or Tammy in
chemistry, or Kath in accounting.  We're all studying for different careers
now."

   Ed added, "Kyle's right.  Football is just part of what we study in
college."

   Brandon smirked.  "I don't have a 100,000 fans cheering for me when I do
my physics homework."

   I laughed.  "I'll grant you that.  Playing in front of those fans is a
real trip."

   Ed and Hal said, "I wouldn't know about that." almost simultaneously.

   We turned out attention back to the game.  There was five minutes left
in the third quarter.  Notre Dame's defense was having an excellent game.
Michigan had trouble moving the ball on them when the score was close to
even.  Pete Cochran was lucky to keep his head attached to his shoulders
while he avoided being sacked by the Notre Dame pass rush.

   Michigan managed a single first down before their drive stalled.  They
punted the ball back to ND.  Notre Dame settled down for a time consuming
drive down the field.  Michigan managed to stop them before they scored a
TD.  Coach Weiss considered a field goal for a moment but sent the punt
team out instead.  The punter booted the ball deep into Michigan's
territory.

   We watched Jeremy as he raced down the field to stop the punt returner.
He broke through the blocking wedge and absolutely plastered the returner.
He planted his shoulder in the guy's chest, drove him back a couple yards
and smashed him into the turf.  The pop from the hit was plainly audible on
the TV.

   The ball dribbled away from the collision.  A Notre Dame player alertly
sprang on the ball and covered it to get possession.  Notre Dame's offense
started on Michigan's 22 yard line.  Jeremy's team needed only three plays
to add another touchdown to the score board.

   The 38-14 score broke Michigan's spirit.  They went through the motions
of trying to score again, but they knew they couldn't overcome a 24 point
lead in less than seven minutes.  Notre Dame went on a long, clock killing
drive that took five and a half minutes off the clock.  They finished the
drive with a field goal.

   Michigan tried a few deep passes on their next possession, to no avail.
They turned the ball over to Notre Dame when they couldn't make their
fourth down.  Notre Dame powered the ball forward, denying Michigan any
chance to comeback.  The players drenched Coach Weiss with a five gallon
cooler of ice water when the clock ticked down below 00:45.

   We celebrated in Pennsylvania as we watched the Fighting Irish celebrate
the seconds tick away after their quarterback took his final kneel down. 
We were talking excitedly when Kathy's phone rang.

   "Hello?" Kathy asked into her cell phone.

   "Honey!  We did it!  We're national champions!" Jeremy was shouting loud
enough for everyone to hear.

   Kathy answered, "I know sweetie.  We're all here watching and cheering
you on." She went on to give Jeremy the guest list for our little party.

   Penny shouted, "Oh my God!  Jeremy's on TV." She pointed at Jeremy
standing in the background holding a cell phone to his ear, listening to
Kathy.  A TV reporter was interviewing Jamison Peters, the Notre Dame
quarterback, in the foreground.

   Kathy squealed, "Honey you're on TV!  I see you." After a few seconds
pause to listen to Jeremy she added, "You're in the background behind
Jamie. Look past him for the camera."

   Jeremy looked directly at the camera and us, grinned and waved to us. 
He blew a kiss towards the cameraman.

   Kathy replied, "I love you too honey." She listened to Jeremy talk for a
minute.  "Have a safe trip back.  I'll see you Sunday night on campus."
Kathy shut the phone as Jeremy gave us another wave and then disappeared
from view on camera.

   Kathy filled us in on the gist of her conversation with Jeremy.  The
game finished after 11:30 pm.  Most of the guests headed for home soon
after the game ended.  By midnight Ed, Hal, Tammy, Penny and I were all
that were left.  We helped Kathy clean up from the party.  It only took
fifteen minutes to clean up with all the help we had.  We hadn't thrown a
crazy bash.  It had been some friends getting together to celebrate a
friend's good fortune.

   Ed suggested as we were getting ready to leave.  "Why don't all of you
come down to Florida for spring break?  I could show you around the state.
We'd have some fun."

   Tammy said, "I don't know Ed.  I don't know if I can afford it.  Air
fare, hotel rooms, food - it could be quite expensive." Hal nodded in
agreement.

   Ed replied, "It doesn't have to be that expensive.  You guys can drive
down.  We're campers.  We could camp out.  We could have some fun
together." Ed waited a second for some sign of agreement then he added, "We
don't do enough together anymore.  I miss being around you guys."

   Ed was right.  I said, "Check out prices for a campground Ed.  I think
I'll do it if it isn't too expensive."

   The others agreed to consider spending spring break together, if the
price was right.  We said our good byes and parted after agreeing to that.
Mom and Dad were in their bedroom getting ready for bed when I got home.  I
undressed and headed to bed.

   My mind kept going over the events of the evening.  Jeremy was really
lucky to play in a BCS Championship Game his first year in college.  I
hoped I got the same chance while I was at Penn State.

   I enjoyed spending an evening with all my high school friends.  I had
fun with my new friends at college but my connection with these people had
developed over the twelve years we had gone to school together.  I hoped
that bond would continue wherever my life led me.

   I was encouraged by Penny's attitude towards me.  Our talk earlier in
the week seemed to help.  She treated me civilly.  It was a drastic
improvement from her icy attitude towards me when we met at the Wolverines
playoff game at Thanksgiving.

   ---------------------------------------------------

   I wandered downstairs on Saturday morning just before noon.  I made
myself a sandwich and settled down with the sports section of the morning
newspaper.  I checked out the final college football polls first. 
Naturally Notre Dame was ranked #1.  LSU, Arkansas, Michigan followed in
both the AP and the USA Today polls.  Penn State had climbed up to #5
thanks for our victory over USC.  Florida, West Virginia, Oklahoma, Texas
and USC rounded out the Top 10.  Penn State ended the season the highest
ranked two loss team among the BCS teams.

   I liked my team's chances for next year.  The offensive line was losing
one senior.  Shawn O'Conner was back at tailback, Evan Foster at tight end,
and Zack Hayes at quarterback.  Our only other loses to graduation were
Derek Whitaker and Bo Cherry.  I thought that Anders Voight, Hassan Jackson
and I could fill in for our graduating receivers.  We should have a high
powered offense next season.

   We would have more challenges on defense.  We were losing three
all-Americans - Antwaan Booker, Pete Klein and Aaron Morano.  My classmates
were going to need to step up their game to fill the void left by these
guys.

   I continued reading the sports section for more information about the
championship game last night.  Mr.  Montgomery, the reporter I knew for the
Lancaster papers, had stayed in Pasadena after Penn State came back home to
cover the Notre Dame vs.  Michigan game.  He did a nice sidebar article on
Jeremy North and Chad Phillips, a Lancaster City resident who played for
Notre Dame as a defensive tackle.

   Mom and Liz were busy on Saturday afternoon with a church benefit
dinner. Andy had to work at the restaurant.  Dad and I were assigned the
job of watching after Noah and Connor until after dinner.  The twins joined
us after their nap while we watched the AFC wildcard playoff game between
the Steelers and the Titans.

   Noah and Connor had gotten used to me by the end of my week of vacation.
They giggled and laughed as I played with them.  After they tired of that,
I held Connor on my lap while Dad held Noah.  At half time Dad showed me
how to feed the boys.  We got them fed and then I warmed up the dinner Mom
left us.

   Vince Young had scored a touchdown to start the fourth quarter when I
had to go upstairs to shower and get ready for my date.  It gave the Titans
their first lead of the game.  The Steelers had righted themselves twenty
minutes later when I came downstairs to leave.  Dad told me that Ben
Rothlisberger had made a brilliant pass for a touchdown to take the lead
again.

   I have always been an Eagles fan since I was little, but I'd cheer for
the Steelers anytime they weren't playing the Eagles.  They were a
Pennsylvania team too and they had a big following in Lancaster County and
also among my teammates at Penn State.

   As I was heading for the door Dad asked, "How late do you expect to be
tonight?"

   "I'm not sure," I said, looking back at my Dad cuddled with his
grandsons.  "Ed says the club doesn't close until 2 am.  I don't know if
we'll stay that long."

   "Call us if you are out after midnight.  You know how your mother
worries."

   "Sure thing Dad.  I'll do that," as I headed out the door.  I walked
down the street to Ed's house.  Ed was driving us to the club.  Ed had the
car ready and was waiting for me at the end of his driveway.  I hopped in.

   We bumped knuckles as I slid into the front seat.  Ed backed out into
the street and headed for Paige Anderson's house.  "I suppose you saw the
damn polls.  They're totally bogus." Ed said crossly.  "How in the hell did
your team jump ahead of mine?" After a short pause, Ed added, "We won our
bowl game.  We won it convincingly."

   "You did," I admitted.  "That was expected for you guys.  Ohio State was
an underdog.  We weren't supposed to beat USC, but we did.  USC is supposed
to have a great secondary.  We tagged `em for 454 yards passing."

   Ed glanced over at me as he drove down the road.  "Yeah.  You guys did a
number on them." I huckled.  "I saw some of your game after mine was done.
You looked good on the option play.  You run it as well as ever."

   "Thanks man," I answered.  Ed and I spent the next ten minutes of the
drive to Paige Anderson's house talking football - comparing our
experiences at our respective bowl games.

   When he pulled up to the curb outside the Anderson's house Ed said,
"Damn, it's good to talk with you like this Kyle.  I've missed this."

   "I know," I said, nodding my head.  "I've missed it too."

   "This has been the hardest year for me in football," Ed said.  "I've
always played, every year since I was eight years old.  I couldn't even
dress this season.  It's killed me."

   "Being a red shirt is best for you.  My coaches pushed me all season to
cram as much of the playbook in my brain as possible.  It's been hard for
me trying to play when I don't know what is going on.  I've been with Penn
State for six months I still only know half the playbook.  I think it would
be nice to not have to rush to learn everything.  You have a whole year to
learn the playbook and it doesn't count against your four years of
eligibility."

   "I guess," Ed admitted.  "I probably have half the playbook to learn
too." Ed opened the car door.  "We each have our road to travel," Ed said
as he got out and headed up the walk to get Paige.  I climbed in the back
seat to make room for Ed's date up front with him.

   Paige greeted Ed with a kiss and a hug when she climbed in the car.  Ed
drove over to the Coxes' house.  Mr.  Cox answered the door and invited me
inside for a moment.  "Hello Kyle, it's good to finally meet you," Mr.  Cox
said as he shook my hand.  "Holly has told me about you." He paused for a
few seconds then added, "I watched you on New Year's Day.  You and Hayes
had a heck of a game."

   "Thank you sir." I replied.

   "What are you and Holly planning this evening?"

   "We're going to the Green Iguana Dance Club in Lancaster," I explained.

   "Dance Club?" he asked doubtfully.  "I'm not so sure about..."

   Holly arrived in the nick of time to rescue me.  "Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"You know I'll be fine.  The Iguana caters to older teens.  They'll card us
and send us off to dance in the under 21 rooms.  We won't be doing any
drinking."

   Mr.  Cox locked his eyes on mine.  "How late doing you expect to be
tonight Kyle?"

   "The club closes at 2 o'clock," I explained.  He looked at me
questioningly.  "I don't know if we'll be that late."

   Holly added, "I have all day tomorrow to rest up Daddy.  Don't wait up
for me." She gave her dad a kiss on the cheek.  "We'll be fine."

   Holly slipped her hand into mine and pulled me towards the door.  I
called out, "It was nice to meet you Mr.  Cox," as Holly hauled me away. 
We walked down the walk to the car holding hands.

   Holly let out a loud sigh as we walked.  "My parents just don't
understand that I've been living on my own for half a year.  Why do they
make a big fuss about staying out late?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "My Dad wants me to check in with him around
midnight if we're going to be later than that." We climbed in the car and
joined Paige and Ed.  We exchanged greetings as Ed pulled away and headed
the car for Lancaster.

   Holly pulled off her coat and gave me a proper greeting when we were on
our way.  She hugged and gave me a kiss on the lips.  It started as a kiss
between friends but escalated.  Soon our tongues tangled together while we
explored each others mouths.  I could feel her hard nipples press against
my sweatshirt as we hugged.

   My cock expanded and pointedly reminded me that I hadn't slept with
anyone in a month.  Both of us pulled away to let things cool down a
little. We had over five hours to be together before the 2 am time we
promised that Holly would be home.  Holly and I cuddled while Ed drove us
to downtown Lancaster.

   He parked in one of the parking garages.  We walked the block to the
Green Iguana Dance Club.  We waited in a short line to get inside the club.
A doorman checked our IDs, took our cover fees, stamped our hands for the
under 21 section and sent us upstairs to the no alcohol section of the
club.

   We found a table and got comfortable.  A DJ played music while the band
set up for their first set.  The place was crowded with kids our age,
mostly college students.  The kids wore sweatshirts and T-shirts from
universities all over the map.

   "This is more of a mix than I usually see here," Paige commented. 
"Normally the crowd is mostly Millersville [University] and F&M [Franklin
and Marshall] students." Paige attended F&M.  She lived on campus even
though it was less than ten miles to her house from campus.  She is the one
who clued us in on the Green Iguana.

   We ordered drinks and an appetizer and then settled in to enjoy the
music for the evening.  Ed and Paige danced together, as did Holly and I.
Things really picked up when the live band started playing.  We danced,
rested a bit and danced some more.  All four of us were having a blast.

   We were relaxing at our table between the first and second music set
eating a plate of hot wings when a group of three guys and two girls, all
wearing Penn State sweatshirts, walked by.  One of the guys did a double
take when he saw me.

   "Hey, you're...." he stammered.  "You're Kyle Martin, aren't you?"

   I acknowledged that I was.  The guys gushed about my game against USC. I
answered their questions and talked a little about my experiences.  All
three guys asked me to autograph their sweatshirts for them.

   "Wow!" exclaimed the one guy as the prepared to leave.  "I never
expected to run into a football team star back home."

   "Why not?" I asked.  "I don't have classes either.  I'm from Lancaster
County and I have to be someplace between semesters." As they parted I
added, "Maybe I'll see you back on campus."

   "Well," Ed exclaimed, clearly nonplussed at my reception.  "That was
something."

   I sighed.  "You get used to it.  This is nothing compared to going out
with Zack Hayes."

   We went back to dancing when the band started the second set.  Things
got hotter between Holly and me.  I had a wicked boner, which she well
knew. She continually rubbed herself against it while we danced.  I saw Ed
and Paige were getting more intimate too.

   We found seats when the second set was over and the band went on break.
Ed and Paige were making out back at our table.  Holly had a seat on my
lap. She squirmed on top of my erection while I nibbled on her ears and
neck.

   "Eddie," Paige purred in Ed's ear.  "My parents are away this weekend.
Let's go back there for some fun tonight."

   Ed grinned.  "I'd love that honey."

   Paige glanced across the table at Holly and me.  She added, "You are
welcome to a room too, if you're interested."

   Holly turned to face me.  She asked, "What do you think honey?" She
squirmed on my erection trying to coax a favorable decision from me.

   I grinned.  "I'd like that Holly." My little head throbbed for joy. 
`Gonna get laid!' it sang in my head.  `Gonna get laid!' Ed and Paige stood
and put on their coats.  "I've got to check in at home," I explained.  "My
parents want me to let them know my where-abouts."

   I called home.  Dad could barely hear me over the music while I
explained that I didn't expect to be home for a couple more hours.  I
didn't mind giving him the idea that we were going to be at the club for a
couple more hours.  My parents are pretty liberal but they don't need to
know everything about my sex life.

   Ed drove us back to the Andersons' house.  I flipped on Saturday Night
Live for background while we got comfortable in the living room.  Paige
offered us drinks.  Holly and I each took a beer.  Ed asked for some orange
juice, which Paige brought him.  He mixed in a shot of vodka.

   I watched in shock.  "Ed," I queried.  "When did you start drinking
screw drivers?"

   "Hey," Ed replied, "I go to college in the Sunshine State.  What do you
expect me to drink?"

   I shrugged in response.  Paige and Ed found a spot together on the sofa
where they talked and drank.  Holly sat on my lap.  We kissed and caressed
each other while we worked ourselves into readiness to share our bodies
with each other.

   I noted that Ed went back for second and then a third screwdriver while
Holly and I made out.  Holly had a second and a third beer too.  I nursed
my first beer.  Someone needed to be sober enough to get us home at the end
of the night.

   Paige and Ed made out together until they urgently needed privacy.  "Use
my room Holly," Paige called as she and Ed went upstairs.  "We'll be in my
parents' room."

   Things moved faster between Holly and me when Paige and Ed went
upstairs. Holly unbuttoned her blouse and bared her breasts for me.  I did
my best to properly show her my appreciation.

   We followed Ed and Paige upstairs about ten minutes later.  Holly and I
ended up naked in Paige's bed almost immediately.  I went down on her and
gave her a couple orgasms.  She brought me off with her hands and tongue
before the main event.  We cuddled and kissed until my cock hardened again.

   I rolled out of bed and grabbed a condom from my pants pocket.  I
teased, "We don't want any accidents, do we?" as I rolled the rubber over
my cock.  Holly spread her legs wide for me as I positioned myself at her
opening.  I sank into my lover smoothly.  I started a nice slow rhythm to
help Holly come to climax while we coupled.

   I was thrusting away when a stray thought came unbidden.  `How is
Johara?' How could I have forgotten her and her pregnancy for three weeks?
I continued thrusting even though I lost some of my desire as I
contemplated my friend and her potentially life changing decisions.  I
would need to give her a call when I got back to campus.

   I managed to bring Holly to climax before I spewed a load of cum in my
condom.  I collapsed beside Holly.  She cuddled with me and kissed me while
I recovered.

   Holly wanted another go and I consented.  I put on another condom and
encouraged her to be on top this time.  Holly rode my rod for quite awhile.
I helped her to two more orgasms.  Her second one set me off.  Holly
collapsed on me in a heap.

   We cuddled and kissed while we recovered from our climaxes.  "Kyle?"
Holly purred in my ear.  "Would you like to go again?"

   I glanced at Paige's clock on the nightstand.  It was 1:15 am.  "I think
we should probably get home.  Ed's got to catch a flight early tomorrow
morning to get back to school."

   "Mmmmm...." Holly sighed.  She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. 
"You're probably right Kyle." She repeated the kiss.  "This was fun.  Call
me if you get home any weekends this semester.  I'm 40 minutes away.  We
could have some fun together."

   I returned the kiss.  "That would be nice Holly.  I'll keep it in mind
if I get home."

   Holly and I disentangled ourselves from each other and dressed.  We
found Ed and Paige downstairs in the living room.  Paige was dressed in a
frilly robe.  Both were finishing another screw driver.  An empty orange
juice carton was laying on its side beside the vodka bottle.  The OJ carton
had been nearly full earlier in the night.

   "Hey Ed," I asked.  "You ready to head for home?"

   My friend looked at me and gave a silly laugh.  "Yeah.....  I'mmm
ready." Ed stood up, wavered and then steadied himself with the arm of the
couch.  He laughed inappropriately.

   I locked my eyes on his.  "How much did you have to drink?"

   "Not musch...." Ed insisted.  "Four....  I don't know....  Maybe five?"

   "You're drunk," I declared.  "Give me the car keys."

   "I'mmmm fine, damn it!" Ed insisted.  "I can drive my car home."

   I walked over to him.  I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him
square in the eye.  "Friends don't let friends drive drunk.  Give me the
keys!" The silly grin slipped from his face.  I added, "Do you remember
what we promised each other after that drunk driver killed Greg Harrison?"

   Ed's face dropped.  "Yeah." He reached in his pocket and handed me his
car keys.  Holly and I helped Ed get his coat on and head for the door.

   Ed gave Paige a big hug at the front door before we left.  "I had fun
tonight honey," Ed declared.  "Let's do this again when we're both home."
They exchanged kisses before we left.

   Holly and I helped Ed down the walk to the car.  Ed missed the step into
the car.  He giggled and said, "I'm a little drunk Kyle."

   "Yeah," I said as I helped him into the back seat.  "You are good
buddy."

   Holly joined me up front.  I dropped Holly off at her house and then
headed for our street.  I parked Ed's car at his house and helped him to
the back door.  "You OK from here?" I asked.

   "Yeah." Ed replied with a grin.  "I can manage.  Thanks for everything.
I'll see you for spring break, right?"

   "I'll try," I answered.  "Get me details so I can set things up Ed."

   "I'll do that man," Ed said.  "Thanks for helping tonight.  Keep in
touch." Ed went inside without staggering - much.  I walked back to my
house.  Everyone was asleep.  I found my room and got to bed quietly.  No
need to disturb the twins, or the rest of the family.  It was almost 2:30
am when I finally got to bed.

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   Mom let me sleep in on Sunday morning.  Maybe I hadn't been as quiet the
previous night as I thought.  Mom normally insisted all of us attend church
services every week.  She must have known how late I came in.

   I was making myself some breakfast when the family came home from
church. They joined me after they changed out of their good clothes.  Noah
and Connor were in good moods that afternoon.  They babbled away happily to
each other while my family talked over our meal.

   I went upstairs and packed my things for school.  I carried my bags out
and loaded them in the VW Golf.  I made sure my skis got packed.  Tussey
Mountain Ski Area was only twenty minutes from campus.  My camping gear
went along too.  I had a backpacking class that would start later in the
spring.  I was going to get a chance to do a little camping this semester.

   "You got a minute Andy?" I asked as I popped into my brother's room.

   "Yeah, what's up Kyle?" Andy answered.

   "You remember when you visited Penn State in November?" I asked.  "On
Saturday night when you and Johara... you know."

   "Yeah?" Andy asked questioningly.

   "You used those condoms, right?"

   "Of course," Andy confirmed.  "I'm not an idiot.  Two kids are enough
for now.  Why did you want to know?"

   I hesitated for a couple seconds.  Did I really want to dump this on
Andy?  I decided Andy didn't need more information.  "It's nothing - just a
big brother worrying about his little brother."

   Andy looked at me skeptically but accepted my explanation.  "See you
later bro." I said.  I headed back downstairs.  I did my good byes to Dad,
Liz, Noah and Connor.  Mom insisted on a kiss and a hug before I was
allowed to head for campus.  I hopped in the Golf and headed west.



   Chapter 12

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   I ran into a snow squall going over Seven Mountains near Lewistown. 
Some cars pulled off because of the bad weather.  My good old Golf kept on
chugging along.  It handles pretty well in slippery conditions.  Dad chose
well when he picked this car for me.

   I pulled into the small parking lot near Hartranft Hall when I got to
campus.  I needed three trips to carry everything upstairs to my room.  I
knew from the full closet that Damian was back already.  He wasn't around -
I assumed he was over at the Lasch Building hanging with our friends.  I
took my car back to the East Parking Deck.

   Damian was sitting at his desk when I returned to our room.  He grinned
when I walked in the door.  "Hey man, it's good to see you.  I expected to
see you yesterday."

   "I didn't have any desire to hurry back.  I was enjoying myself at home
with my family and friends." I explained.

   "What are you going to do for books tomorrow?" Damian asked.  "The
bookstore is closed on Sundays."

   "I bought them before we left for the Rose Bowl." I pointed to the shelf
full of books over my desk.  "I'm all set."

   "Why didn't I think of that?" Damian said, shaking his head.  "This
place was really deserted when I got here Friday night.  No one else from
the team came back as early as me.  A few guys came yesterday afternoon."

   "What'd you do to keep yourself busy?" I asked.

   "Hanging with Billy mostly," Damian replied.  "I ate with Joel and
Cameron." He was referring to our next door neighbors, Joel Peterson and
Cameron Miller.

   I unpacked my clean clothes and put them in the closet.  The rest of my
things from home were packed away quickly.  It was nearly 5:30.  Damian and
I decided to head for dinner.  I grabbed Jay and Shawn.  Damian invited
Joel and Cameron to join us.  We ate in the regular dining hall instead of
the Training Table.  Football players weren't required to eat there after
the season was over.

   I got to know Joel and Cameron better that evening.  I knew them in
passing from us running into each other in the hall or bathroom during the
fall semester.  Joel was majoring in architectural engineering.  He was
from Womelsdorf, a small town outside Reading, Pa.  Cameron was majoring in
history.  He hailed from Biglerville in Adams County, a few miles north of
the Gettysburg battlefield.

   The six of us talked over dinner.  Joel was the more serious of the two.
Cameron had a wicked sense of humor.  They questioned us about what it was
like to play USC in the Rose Bowl.  We told them stories about our
experiences.  I found out that Cameron was a Civil War buff like me.  We
had a good talk about the Battle of Gettysburg after dinner.  I envied him
living so close to my favorite battlefield.

   I went back to my room and spent some time on-line.  eLion helped me to
get me schedule printed out for the semester.  I wasn't sure where I had
put the copy I had last semester.

   My schedule was unusual compared to last semester.  Almost all my
classes were on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Thursdays I had C I 295,
Introductory Field Experience for Teacher Preparation all day.  I had no
classes at all on Tuesdays.

   I started my days off with Psychology 100 at 8 am immediately followed
by History 2 as 9:05.  Educational Theory and Practice 115 followed at
10:10.  I had a couple hour break for lunch and then Economics 2 at 1:25.

   I gave Johara Safay a call later in the evening.  I left a message with
her roommate Nicole.  Johara was back on campus but was out for the
evening. Nicole promised to have Johara call me if it wasn't too late when
she returned.

   Damian and I went over to the Lasch Building to do our daily workout. 
We played a little pool and some poker with Shawn O'Conner and Evan Foster
after we finished our training.  We enjoyed reuniting with some of our
teammates after our break.  We didn't head back to our room until after 10
pm.  I didn't hear anything from Johara that evening.

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   I dragged myself out of bed at 7 am the next morning.  Eight o'clock
classes four days week were going to be a bitch.  Worse, Damian only had
two eight o'clock classes this semester, Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I did my
best to be quiet and not wake him when I dressed and prepared for the
morning.

   My Psychology 100 was course was held in one of the big lecture halls,
112 Chambers Building.  There were close to 200 students in this section of
the course.  We had two instructors instead of one - Ms.  Louise Randolph
and Mr.  Kenneth Robbins.  The instructors seemed OK.

   I hurried across the north end of campus for my next class, History 2 -
Western Heritage II.  I purposely chose the section taught by Mr. 
McDaniels, my History 1 instructor from last semester.  I enjoyed his
lectures and decided he would be a good choice for this course.

   I grabbed a copy of the Daily Collegian on the way into the Forestry
Resources Building.  This was the first edition of the paper since our bowl
game.  The reporters did a feature article on our victory over the USC
Trojans.  The reporters properly made Zack Hayes out to the hero of the
victory.  They recognized Anders Voight's and my contributions too.  I was
reading the article when I noticed someone sit down beside me.  I looked up
from the paper.

   Kelly O'Keefe greeted me with a big grin.  "Hi Kyle," she said.  Her
smile lit up the room.  "How was your Christmas break?"

   "Good," I answered, meeting her smile with one of my own.  "I had a good
trip to the west coast." I pointed at the article in the paper.  "How was
your vacation?"

   "Chaotic," Kelly replied.  I looked questioningly at her.  "I have four
brothers and two sisters.  We had to rent a hall for Christmas dinner.  We
had close to seventy relatives for the dinner when everyone arrived."

   "But you had fun, right?" I asked.

   Kelly agreed.  We spent a few minutes talking about our families while
we waited for Mr.  McDaniels to arrive.  I enjoyed talking with her. 
Tanner Riggs was a lucky guy to have a girlfriend like Kelly.

   Cameron Miller, from my dorm, slipped into the room and found a seat in
the back just before class started.  I gave him a quick wave of recognition
when he noticed me.  Mr.  McDaniels went over the course outline.  The
course looked to be a simple continuation of History 1 from last semester.
That suited me fine.  I got an A then.  I should do just as well this
semester.

   I spoke with Cameron when class was over.  He overslept and almost
missed class.  He headed back to Hartranft.  I headed back across campus
for my next class.  Educational Theory and Practice (EDTHP) 115 was held in
102 Forum Building.  It was another massive class with nearly every second
semester education major at Penn State, roughly 360 students.  I found a
seat with Chad King, Chelsea Wright and Josh Bruno, all study-mates from
last semester.

   The professor was Dr.  Gloria Scott-Hall, a tall, dark haired lady in
her early forties.  She proved to be a very engaging lecturer.  I expected
to enjoy this course more than EDPSY 14 last semester.  Dr.  Scott-Hall
didn't seem to have an axe to grind against us football players.  We would
do the big lecture hall on Mondays and Wednesdays.  On Friday I would meet
with 30 other students with Mr.  Ben Wheeler, one of Dr.  Scott-Hall's grad
assistants.

   I headed back to my room and read the assigned reading for my Psych
class until lunch time.  I had to go on-line to find the location of my
afternoon class - 100 Thomas Hall.  It turned out to be the closest
building yet for any classes I had at Penn State.  All I needed to do was
walk past Mifflin Hall, cross Pollock Road and I was there.  Thomas Hall
was right across the street.

   The class was Economics 2 and it started at 1:25 pm.  The room turned
out to be another class in a large auditorium.  The schedule of courses
on-line said that there was room for 726 students in this section.  A man
in his early fifties with graying hair and a beard called us to attention
promptly at 1:25 pm.  He introduced himself as Dr.  Charles Noble.  He
launched into his introduction to economics and microeconomic analysis of
how individual households and companies behave in our economy.  It didn't
seem like it would be a fun course, but I knew it was important for me to
learn the subject.

   I headed over to the Lasch Building when Econ was done.  I did my
training routine for the day and then hung out in the players lounge until
dinner time.  I caught up with Damian later in the afternoon.  We took on
Karol Zizka and Max Rosen in Madden NFL Football.  We got our asses kicked.

   Our neighbors Joel and Cameron joined Jay, Damian, Shawn Byrd,
Christian, GJ, and me for dinner.  I worked on my reading assignments for
Econ for part of the evening.

   Johara Safay hadn't returned my phone call when I finished my Econ
reading.  I decided to give her a call.  Johara's roommate Nicole answered
the phone.

   "Hello Nicole, is Johara there?" I asked.

   "She's taking a nap now.  Is it urgent?  Should I wake her?" Nicole
replied.

   "Nap?" I questioned.  "No, don't wake her up."

   "She's been under the weather since we got back to school." Nicole
explained.  "Poor thing, she threw up every morning.  I think she has the
flu."

   "She's...." I blurted.  I caught myself before I revealed Johara's
pregnancy.  Obviously she hadn't told her roommates yet.  Trying to recover
my equilibrium, I added, "... Flu - there's a lot of that going around. 
Please tell Johara that I called when she wakes up.  I want to talk with
her."

   "Talk?" Nicole replied, giggling.  "If Johara doesn't want to `talk',
I'd be happy to take her place."

   "Ummm... OK," I answered tentatively.  I continued, ignoring her
proposition.  "Please let her know I called.  I need to talk with her." I
hung up the phone when we concluded the call.

   Wow!  I wondered how many people Johara had talked to about her
pregnancy.  Why wouldn't she let her roommates know?  What else are friends
for?  I forced my attention to less unpleasant matters.

   I pulled my playbook off the shelf and started studying the plays for
wide receivers who lined up on the weak side of the formation.  I'd always
lined up on the strong side or in the slot.  I knew I needed to know all
the wide receiver plays if I wanted to get more playing time next season.

   It was nearly 9:30 in the evening when my cell phone rang.  I answered,
"Hello?"

   "Kyle?" the voice said quietly.  "It's Johara."

   "Hi!" I asked brightly.  "How are you doing?"

   "OK." Her tone was subdued.

   I asked, "You haven't told Nicole and Kathy, have you?"

   "No," Johara answered, almost whispering.  "I'm... I'm too embarrassed."

   "They're your friends.  Trust them," I suggested.  "You need all the
friends you can get right now."

   "Yes."

   "I'll do anything I can to help you," I said.

   "I know," she answered succinctly.

   "Anything at all," I offered.  "Just ask me."

   "OK," Johara replied.  I let the phone stay silent.  I wanted to try to
draw her beyond her clipped answers.  This girl needed help.  Finally she
added, "I... I could use someone to....  listen."

   I offered, "Any time.  I don't have classes tomorrow."

   We agreed to meet at the HUB after her fourth period class was over.  I
encouraged her to hang in there before we said good bye.  I felt bad for
Johara.  She seemed to be keeping all her troubles bottled up inside her.
She needed a friend desperately.  I didn't know if I could help, but I had
to try.

   --------------------------------------------------- Damian was
super-considerate on Tuesday morning when he got up for his eight o'clock
class.  I never heard him.  I'm sure he was hoping I'd show him the same
consideration the rest of the week when I had to get up for my eight
o'clock classes.  My alarm woke me at 8:30.  I may not have had classes,
but I did have a list of things I wanted to get done that day.

   After a long hot shower I headed for the dining hall.  I enjoyed a
leisurely breakfast perusing the paper I grabbed on the way to Pollock
Commons.  When I was done with my breakfast I headed up Bigler Road to the
Natatorium.

   Three quarters of the money I had in the bank from last summer was gone.
I needed to earn some more so I didn't go too deep into debt to Dad this
semester.  I didn't want to stick Dad with thousands of dollars of debt by
the time I graduated from college.

   I checked in at the front desk and explained that I wanted to see about
a job.  The receptionist had me take a seat.  I waited about ten minutes
before a man in his mid-thirties came out.  He extended his hand to me.  "I
understand you are interested in working as a lifeguard part time," he said
as we shook hands.  I nodded yes.  He continued, "Come on back to my
office. We'll talk."

   I followed him back through the building to a small office in the back.
The walls were decorated with plaques and photos of high divers.  One of
the photos was of this man, much younger, holding a trophy beside a pool.
Apparently he was the diver in the other pictures.

   "I'm John Coleman," he declared while I was gazing around his office.  I
turned my attention back to him.  "I understand from Marie that you have
experience as a lifeguard and are interested in working here."

   "Yes sir.  That's right," I answered.  I remembered Mr.  Coleman now
that I had a name.  I had talked to him last summer after my swim test.

   "What are you're qualifications and work experience?" Mr.  Coleman
asked.

   "I earned my BSA Lifeguard certification though the Boy Scouts four
summer ago.  I worked on the aquatics staff at a scout camp in Lancaster
County every summer since then." I explained.

   "The Boy Scouts have a good program.  BSA certification is acceptable
here.  Where did you work - the pool or with the boats?"

   Mr.  Coleman obviously knew scouting.  "I spent most of my time at the
boat yard teaching Canoeing and Rowing Merit Badges.  I worked the pool a
few weeks over my employment at camp.  All the aquatic staff has to at our
camp.  I taught Swimming and Lifesaving Merit Badges when I worked at the
pool.  I also worked with the aquatics director to train older scouts as
BSA Lifeguards."

   "It sounds like you had a very well rounded experience." Mr.  Coleman
said.  "What is your name?"

   "Kyle Martin," I answered.

   Mr.  Coleman glanced down at a paper on his desk and smiled.  "I was
hoping you'd stop by Kyle." I gave him a puzzled look.  Mr.  Coleman
explained, "I keep a list of the all the prospects for lifeguards.  I put
your name on my list last summer.  I wondered if you would stop by when the
football season was over."

   "Oh," I responded still a little puzzled that he knew so much about me
after six months.  "How did you know I play football?"

   Mr.  Coleman continued, "I have a note here on my list.  `Contact after
football.' Anyway, you aren't anonymous on campus.  I made the connection
between your name on my list and you when you scored that touchdown to
start the game against Kent State.  I've kept my eye on you since then."

   "Thanks," I answered.

   Mr.  Coleman redirected our conversation back to the topic at hand - a
job for me.  We discussed my schedule and availability.  He had no problem
promising me time off when spring practice started in March.  We stood up
when the interview was finished.

   Mr.  Coleman said, "You'll need to fill out this application and give it
to Marie at the front desk before you leave."

   I asked, "How soon would you like me to start?"

   "Not just yet," Mr.  Coleman replied.  "We need to check your references
and do a background check before we can hire you."

   "The background check won't be a problem.  I had to do one for one of my
education classes this semester." I explained.  "I'm studying to be a
teacher and we're going to be visiting school classrooms for C I 295."

   "That's good," Mr.  Coleman said.  "Do you expect any problem with a
reference from your supervisor at camp?"

   I chuckled.  "I'll kick his butt if there is.  My older brother was the
aquatics director the last two summers."

   "Ahh... I see.  I don't expect his reference will be a problem," Mr. 
Coleman said with a grin.  "I'll be in touch in a week or so when the
background and reference checks are done Kyle."

   We shook hands and I left his office.  I spent ten minutes filling out
the employment application before I headed back to my dorm.  It's going to
be nice to get some time at the pool again.  It's also going to be nice to
get some income again.

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   I browsed on-line for Centre County based health and pregnancy services
before lunch.  I wanted to be ready with information for Johara when we
met. I made a list of a few places that could help her.  I headed for the
HUB a few minutes after noon.

   Johara and I met outside downstairs.  We decided to go downtown for
lunch.  We chose the Penn State Sub Shop on Beaver Avenue.  We found
ourselves a booth and settled in.  Johara said very little while we ate our
sandwiches.  Her answers to my questions about her classes were curt.  I
tried a different, more direct tack to draw her out.

   "Andy and my family will do whatever we need to do if it turns out that
Andy is the father," I offered.  Johara nodded yes.  "Andy is certain he
used condoms when you were with him.  He's pretty sure he won't be the
father." Johara's face slumped.  "Did you have any progress with the other
two guys?"

   "No," she answered quickly.

   I reached across the table and put my right hand on her left and
squeezed.  "I'm here to help," I explained, staring into her eyes.  "What
did they say?"

   "Rick....  Rick...." she stammered.  I squeezed her hand again.  She
sighed and continued, "Rick laughed at me.  He told me he wasn't interested
in a bastard with some...." She drew a deep breath.  "...some slut like
me."

   I pursed my lips and tried to keep my temper in check.  "Son of a
bitch!" I spat.  I took a deep breath.  "How about the other guy - uh....
what's his name?"

   "Stan," Johara replied, slipping back to one word answers.

   "What did Stan have to say?" I probed.

   "Stan said it couldn't be his," she answered.  She sighed and added, "He
isn't returning my calls anymore."

   "All guys aren't bastards like these two." I squeezed Johara hand again.
"Look for help from your friends.  We're here for you." Johara nodded. 
"Did your parents offer any suggestions?"

   "I can't tell them!  I just can't!" Johara insisted, straightening up
again.

   "You haven't told your parents," I reiterated.  "You haven't told your
roommates.  Have you told anyone other than Rick, Stan, or me?"

   "No."

   "Johara, I'm worried about you," I explained.  "You have lots of people
who will help you out with this problem but you're cutting yourself off
from all of them.  Let your friends and family help you.  You need to make
some decisions about your pregnancy."

   "I... I... just don't know what to do about this," she whined.  "I can't
have a baby."

   "Making no decision is a decision too," I stated.  "If you do nothing
you are going to have a baby in seven months.  Is that what you want?"

   "No," Johara insisted.

   "Do you plan to get an abortion then?"

   "No," she answered quickly.  After a moments hesitation she added, "I
don't know."

   "Look at me," I commanded.  I stared into her eyes, clasped her left
hand with both of mine.  "You have to choose one or the other.  You have
the baby or you get an abortion.  There aren't any other choices."

   "I don't know if I can do this Kyle."

   "People are stronger than they think," I explained.  "Who would imagine
my fifteen year old brother could handle raising twin sons?  He is doing
it. You can handle it too if that is what you want.  I think you need to
talk about this with some professionals." I handed the printout I made of
health services available locally for pregnant women.  We discussed the
various organizations I found on-line for about ten minutes.  Johara
promised to contact one of them.

   We stood and picked up our coats at the booth when we were done. 
"Johara?" I asked as I helped her put on her coat.  "You are going to tell
Kathy and Nicole, right?  They will help you through this."

   "I will Kyle, I promise." Johara answered.

   "Good!" I replied.  I gave her a hug.  "You need to let your friends
help you."

   "I understand," Johara answered.  She smiled at me.  "Thanks for this
kick in the pants.  I needed it, I guess."

   I gave her a kiss on the cheek.  We walked outside together and headed
back towards campus.  We walked together until we got to the sidewalk on
Shortlidge Avenue that led back to my dorm room.

   "Follow through on the counseling," I insisted.  We paused for a moment.
"It'll help.  Keep in touch with me and let me know what else I can do to
help you, OK?"

   "I promise Kyle." Johara said.  We hugged again before we parted.

   I headed back to my dorm room, picked up my playbook and headed for the
Lasch Building.  I planned to spend the afternoon studying video and my
playbook.

   Ryan Reynolds set me up in the video room on one of our computer
terminals.  The system was set up to catalog every play we ran or our
opponents ran all year.  You could call each one up by down and distance,
play type, formation or game and time.  It was a pretty cool set up.

   I started off learning the wide receiver plays where you line up on the
weak side of the formation.  I reviewed the play on paper in my playbook
first and then watched the video of each time our team ran the play.  I
would follow the route running at first.  When I understood what our team
did, I went back and looked at how the opponent's defense reacted to the
play.  I liked this method of studying.  I had a good grasp of the play
when I finished studying it on paper and on video.

   Coach Adams popped in after I had been studying for an hour.  "What are
you up to Mr.  Martin?"

   "Studying video and the playbook together." I replied.  I glanced up to
see him looking over my shoulder.  I explained my plan.

   Coach watched me for about thirty seconds as I watched the next play. 
He headed for the door.  "Interesting," Coach Adams said.  "Very
interesting." I caught a slight grin on his face as he left the room.  I
think I just earned a few brownie points with my coach.

   Zack Hayes and Evan Foster came in around 3:30 to study video.  Ryan
Reynolds hooked them up at another computer.  Some others came in later in
the afternoon.  We studied until supper time.  Zack and Evan invited me to
have dinner with them.

   The dinner wasn't fancy, just spaghetti.  I enjoyed myself.  We talked
and relaxed together at the table over the dirty dishes.  Zack asked, "Have
you run into Karl yet?"

   "Karl?" I asked, confused at first.  Then I remembered.  "You mean Karl
Weaver?"

   Zack nodded yes.  We explained to Evan, Jake and Aaron that Karl was our
high school teammate and friend who transferred to Main Campus this
semester.

   "It'll be good having Karl around," I commented.  "You oughta invite him
to the party on Saturday night."

   "That's a good idea Kyle, but I can't.  We're not having a party this
weekend," Zack explained.

   "Why?" I asked.

   Aaron explained, "I'm taking off for the Senior Bowl this Saturday."

   Evan added, "I'm going home this weekend.  It's my mom's birthday.  My
sisters and I are throwing a surprise party for her fiftieth birthday."

   "I'm commanded to show up at home too," Zack said with a chuckle.  "Now
that those lousy Packers knocked Sam and the Seahawks out of the playoffs,
Mom and Dad want me home when Sam and Trish get in from Seattle.  They have
a weekend of wedding planning to do."

   "Sam and Trish?" I inquired.  "They're finally setting a date for the
wedding?"

   "Yes," Zack said.  "May 1st."

   "It's about time," I answered with a smirk.  "They've been living
together for the past two years."

   Zack related the story of how Sam and Trisha met three years ago soon
after the Philadelphia Eagles had signed Sam as a free agent.  They met at
a dance club while she was a senior at Temple.  Things progressed through
her senior year and Sam's first year with the Eagles.  Trish moved into
Sam's apartment as soon she graduated from college.  I got to know Trish
last spring when she and Sam were part of my brother's wedding party.

   I thanked Zack, Aaron, Evan and Jake for inviting me to supper before I
headed back to my room.  I read for awhile and then went back to the Lasch
Building to do my daily training.

   Wednesday's classes went smoothly.  I was lucky this semester.  I seemed
to have some excellent professors.  Damian and I went over the Lasch
Building after classes and before dinner for our training.  We found notes
in our lockers about our individual end-of-season evaluations with our
position coaches, coordinators and Coach Burton.  Mine was scheduled for
next Tuesday at 1:30 pm.  Damian's appointment was for the following day at
8 am.  That elicited a groan from my roommate when he read it.  No sleeping
in that morning.

   Thursday morning Damian and I didn't need to be quiet when we got up. 
Both of us had an eight o'clock class.  Mine was C I 295, Introductory
Field Experience for Teaching.  We ate breakfast together before we split
up for our day's work.  My class met in 170 Chambers Building.

   Over a hundred future teachers found seats in the lecture hall that
morning.  The professor for the course introduced himself as Dr.  Thomas
Buchanan.  He was accompanied by six grad students.  Dr.  Buchanan
explained how the class would work.  We would take a bus to a different
school each week to observe three classes, return to campus and then meet
with one of the graduate students to review and discuss the teaching and
discipline techniques used in actual classrooms.

   We boarded busses after half an hour of introductory lecture by Dr. 
Buchanan.  When the twenty students in our section had boarded the bus, the
instructor introduced himself.  His name was Ryan Patel.  Mr.  Patel
announced our destination today was Lewistown Area High School.

   The assistant principal met us when we arrived at the high school
complex, just off Rt.  322.  I had passed the high school numerous times on
the way to and from State College this year.  Mr.  Patel broke our class
into groups of four persons.  One of the guidance counselors took my group
upstairs to a third period 11th grade English class first.  We found seats
in the back of the room as the students filed in for class.

   Mr.  Baker, the teacher, welcomed and introduced us when class began.  I
noticed two or three of the guys in the class did a double take when they
heard my name announced.  I knew from their looks at me that they
recognized me.  I acknowledged them with a head nod.  They smiled and
turned their attention to the front of the room again.

   We observed the teacher's lesson of the day.  It seemed familiar to me.
I had been one of these students a year ago.  I took lots of notes so I
would be prepared for the discussion when we got back on campus.

   The guidance counselor took the four of us to a ninth grade history
class for the next period.  The teacher was giving a lecture on the causes
of the American Civil War.  The teacher simplified things considerably from
what I knew from my readings, but still the lecture touched the key points.


   The counselor took us to the cafeteria for lunch when the period was
done.  My classmates Joe, Emily, Caitlyn and I went through the lunch line
to get our meal.  The counselor led us back to the faculty room to eat with
the other teachers and our classmates.

   Our group observed a biology class after lunch was over.  We met back in
the guidance area when that class was over.  We loaded us up in the bus and
returned to campus.  I thought about how things had changed for me.  Eight
months ago I was a student just like the kids I observed today.  My
perspective was changing.  I identified more with the teachers than the
students as I watched them using some of the techniques I learned last
semester in EDPSY.

   The bus dropped us off behind Sackett Building a little after 2 pm.  We
headed upstairs to room 318 for our discussion of what we observed during
the day.  Mr.  Patel led us through a discussion, tying what we observed
into the lectures we had on Monday and Wednesday in EDTHP 115 and also from
last term's EDPSY 14.  The theory in the lectures made more sense when you
saw real teachers applying it in the classroom.

   My class ended at 3:45.  I had just enough time to go over to the Lasch
Building and squeeze in my daily training before dinner time.  I bumped
into Damian at the weight room.  We headed back to our room together when
we finished our workout.

   Cameron Miller, Joel Peterson, Jay, Shawn Byrd, Trevor, Tony King,
Christian and GJ were standing at the elevator when we reached our floor.
Cameron smiled and asked, "We're heading to dinner guys.  Want to join us?"

   Damian spoke before I could get the words out.  "Sure, that sounds
cool," Damian answered, looking at me.  I nodded my consent.  Damian added,
"We need to drop our books.  Give us a second." Damian and I hurried across
the hallway to our room, left our books on our desks and met the group back
at the elevator doors before the next elevator arrived.

   Dinner was fun.  We talked about our time off during Christmas break. 
Cameron Miller was a natural born raconteur.  He told some good stories
about his family's ski trip to Utah.  Joel steered the conversation back to
football.  He was fascinated by our experiences on the team.

   "You guys are so lucky," Cameron said wistfully.  "I'd give anything to
have the talent you guys have.  I'd love to keep playing football."

   "Did you play?" I asked.  I didn't expect that.  Cameron doesn't look
like a football player.  He's around 5'-11" and maybe 170 pounds.  "What'd
you play?  Wide receiver or safety?"

   "No," Cameron said, grinning.  "Linebacker... and a little tight end."
Most of the guys at the table started chuckling.  "I know," Cameron
continued, waving off the laughter.  "You have to understand.  Biglerville
is a small school.  We had 35 kids on the squad last year."

   Damian asked, "Were you any good?"

   "I never made starter in my three years on varsity," Cameron answered.
He laughed and added, "I love football but have never been any good at
playing it.  I guess I'll just settle for some intramural football now."

   "Yeah, intramurals," Joel said.  His face brightened.  "Why don't you
guys play for our floor next fall?  We'd have a great team that way."

   "Intramurals?" Jay asked, laughing.  Joel and Cameron nodded
expectantly. "I can just see the look on some poor guy's face when he lines
up on offensive line across from Trevor and had to try to protect his
quarterback."

   "Yeah, line Christian and me up at wide out and put Jay in the backfield
at QB.  I'm sure there will be lots of other intramural teams that can
cover us." I chuckled.  "Hell, a lot of Division I teams will have trouble
covering us when we get starting roles on our team."

   Cameron asked, "Do you really think Jay will start some day?"

   "Absolutely," I answered confidently.  "Jay is going to be the starter
when Zack Hayes is done.  Count on it." Jay gave me a funny look but didn't
say anything then.

   "All this is a pipe dream," Christian said.  "Coach Burton would never
let us play intramural football without pads during the week.  We need that
time to heal before our next game."

   Joel asked, "Is it really that bad?  You guys have all kinds of
protection and everything."

   I stood up and lifted my shirt.  You could still see the yellowish-blue
from a big bruise on my chest and stomach.  "This was from Ben Moore's hit
on me on the last play of the Rose Bowl.  I have a matching one from Erick
Byrne on my back." Let my shirt down and sat again.  "This is what it looks
like after almost two weeks.  Guys at our level of football hit like
freight trains."

   Joel frowned.  "I guess you guys won't be playing intramurals with us
next fall."

   We laughed.  Our conversation turned to our weekend plans.  Cameron
wondered, "What are you guys doing Saturday night?"

   Christian planned to take Bev to the movies.  Most of my friends and I
didn't have any plans.  Normally we ended up at Zack's Saturday night
party. Cameron said, "You guys should come to our frat's party Saturday
night.  The guys would be happy to have you there."

   Trevor asked, "You guys are members of a frat already?"

   Joel replied, "Yeah... well, we're pledging Omega Chi Epsilon."

   I asked, "Do pledges get to invite people to parties?  I didn't think
you'd had that kind of status."

   "You're right," Joel said.  "Normally we'd be seen and not heard -
except when your brother is the president of the frat."

   "Usually it's a pain in the butt being Jacob's little brother, but this
time..." Cameron explained.  "This time it's OK."

   "Check it out with your brother Cameron.  If it's OK with him, we'll
come." I said.

   "It'll be fine Kyle," Cameron assured us.  "The frat is always looking
for more brothers.  Maybe you guys will be interested in joining.  I know
you guys were too busy last fall during Rush Week."

   Jay grabbed me after we finished supper and were heading back to our
rooms.  He asked, "Did you mean it when you said you thought I'd win the
job to replace Zack when he graduates?"

   "Yes, I was serious," I said.  I looked Jay in the eye.  "I've played
with Glenn, Colin and you.  You're more accurate on throws and have better
velocity than either of them.  You'll take the job after Zack is gone."

   "You know Brinton," Jay asked.  "Do you think I'll be able to beat him?
The papers are raving about how great he his."

   I chuckled.  "Relax.  Chip's an excellent quarterback but he isn't going
to be a threat to you for awhile." We stopped walking.  I looked Jay in the
eye and asked, "Do you know all of the playbook yet?"

   "Almost all of it." Jay answered.

   "Exactly.  Coach Burton wouldn't turn the offense over to you until you
knew it all cold, right?"

   "I guess," Jay admitted.

   "You probably don't have to worry for the first year after Zack is gone.
If you play well, the job's yours as long as you want it."

   "And if I don't..." Jay said.

   I concluded, "It's the same for all of us.  Play well and get more time
on the field.  Play poorly and sit on the bench."

   I headed over to the Lasch Building to do my workout after dinner.  I
bumped into Anders Voight there.  He was escorting two African-American
guys around the weight room, showing them all the facilities.  Anders
headed my way when he spotted me followed by his charges.

   One of the guys looked familiar.  Anders greeted me with a slap on the
back.  "Have you met these guys?"

   I shook my head no.  Anders started to introduce the first.  "This is
David..."

   I finished, "...McCall.  I remember now.  Are you back for another visit
before Letter of Commitment Day?"

   "No," David replied, shaking his head.  "I finished high school a
semester early.  I'm started classes here on Monday."

   "Oh?  Cool." I responded.

   Anders continued, "This is Jared Cantrell.  Jared plays wide receiver
too."

   "Good to meet you." I said as I shook hands with him.  "Where are you
living?"

   "322 Hartranft Hall," David answered.  "Do you know where it is?"

   "Sure," I said.  "I'm upstairs in 407."

   We talked for a few more minutes.  I found out that Jared was from
Baltimore, Maryland.  He was taller than many of the receivers on our team,
only an inch or two shorter than Anders and me.  David McCall was more
normal sized for a defensive back - 5'-11" and a little over 180 pounds. 
David was ranked as one of the two best high school cornerbacks in
Pennsylvania.

   I was sitting with Kelly O'Keefe near the front of the History 2
classroom on Friday morning when Cameron joined us.  Cameron was beaming.
"I talked to my brother last night.  He and the brothers at the frat would
love to have you and your friends come to the party on Saturday night."

   Cameron noticed Kelly sitting with us.  He added, "If you're not doing
anything Saturday night, I'm sure you'd be welcome at our party Kelly."

   "Thanks Cameron, but I don't think so," Kelly explained politely.  "I
have a date on Saturday night." I thought to myself that Tanner was a
really lucky guy.

   Cameron and I made arrangements to meet him on Saturday evening at our
dorm.  We'd go along with him and Joel to the frat house.  Cameron promised
we'd have a good time.  The brothers were stocking up the bar.  They
invited lots of pretty girls too.

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   Damian, Jay and I spent most of Saturday afternoon in the video room
studying plays.  Damian had made plans to go out with friends earlier in
the week.  He didn't join our group Saturday evening when we headed over to
Omega Chi.

   Trevor, Jay, Shawn Byrd and Tony met Cameron and Joel at the elevators
that evening.  The frat house was off campus but within walking distance of
our dorms.  It was a modest older house.  Cameron escorted us inside.  The
place was filled with fifty or sixty guys and almost as many girls - some
very good looking girls.  Cameron said the frat had about forty members,
eighteen of which lived in the frat house.

   He introduced us to his brother Jacob.  The family resemblance between
Jacob and Cameron was unmistakable.  They could almost have been twins, the
same as my brother Andy and me.  Jake greeted us enthusiastically and told
us to make ourselves at home as the frat's guests.

   Jake gave us a quick tour of the downstairs area in the house, ending in
a room set up for refreshments.  The frat wasn't fancy but the brothers had
gone to considerable expense to outfit the bar properly.  They had kegs of
four different kinds of beer.  I noted they bought good quality beer, not
just the cheap stuff a lot of parties had.  They had a table filled with
other liquors - gin, vodka, whiskey, etc.  They had mixers and wines too.
They had everything to make sure a group of college students had a fun and
well-lubricated evening.

   All of us grabbed some beer.  Ray, who was manning the taps, poured me
an amber ale.  It was some foreign brand, he couldn't remember the name. 
I'd never had anything like it.  It was delicious.  I downed the first 16
ounce cup and went back for more before I mingled with the other guests.

   My friends and I circulated through the downstairs seeking friendly
young ladies that might enjoy our company - perhaps enjoy our company
intimately.  I talked with some girls, danced with some, but didn't find
any one that grabbed my attention.  I stopped back for more of that fine
amber ale.  It was simply the best beer I'd ever tasted in my life.

   Trevor spent a lot of time with a pretty little red head.  Last time I
saw them, Trevor was talking with Jake before he and the red head went
upstairs, presumably for some privacy so they could get more intimate.  Jay
scored too.  He was escorted a brunette out the door.  He gave me a wink
and a thumbs up when he and the girl left.

   I probably indulged my new found taste for amber ale more than
necessary, but I was having fun.  Ray teased me a little the last time I
remember going for a refill.  I assured him I was feeling fine.

   I headed back to the main room after I downed that brew when I found
her. HER!  The Disneyland girl!  I remember introducing myself.  I remember
us talking for awhile.  I was captivated by this girl I had dreamed about
for almost a month.  She was a good conversationalist.  I also remember
that we danced some.  She was a good dancer.  She seemed to be enjoying my
company.  I vaguely remember us going for more liquid refreshments.  My
memories of the evening start to get hazy after that.

   We might have danced some, I'm not sure.  I know my infatuation turned
to out-right lust.  I'm pretty sure the Disneyland girl liked me too.  All
I remember of the remainder of the evening was drinking some more and
dancing with her.  That's it.

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   I woke up the next morning with a wicked piss hard-on.  I was spooned
with somebody who was warm and soft.  I cracked my eyes open a little.  A
clock on the bolster beside our bed read 6:02.  I carefully disentangled
myself from my bed partner so I didn't wake her.  I looked around the room
when I was out of bed.  This was a dorm room, but not one I recognized. 
The room was obviously decorated by a woman.  The drapes were drawn and it
was dark outside.

   I grabbed my pants off the floor to cover my nakedness.  I cracked the
door open with my sneaker and checked the hallway before I left the girl's
room.  I didn't want to get locked out and I didn't want to run into any
other girls while I was half dressed and sporting a big woody.

   Fortunately the coast was clear.  I came out of the girl's room into a
short hallway across from the elevator.  I noted that her door was marked
"503".  I saw this hallway intersected hallways running perpendicular to
this one at either end.  I guessed and headed right to find a bathroom.  I
turned the corner and had to go left.  Going right would lead me past one
dorm room to the stairwell.

   The bathroom was a short distance down the wall opposite room 507.  I
knocked at the bathroom door, got no answer and carefully snuck into the
woman's bathroom.  Fear of getting caught thankfully wilted my hard organ.
I chose a stall, did my business, and went back to the sinks in front of
the big mirror in the bathroom.

   I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face.  That felt good.
My image in the mirror was scary.  My hair was matted and stuck out in
funny directions.  Apparently I had worked up a good sweat sometime last
night.  I obviously went to sleep with damp hair.  My eyes were blood shot.
Surprisingly my head didn't feel too bad.

   I cupped my hands and took a couple long drinks from the sink. 
Rehydrating myself always helped me when I was hung over.  I stared at
myself in the mirror.  Now what?  I was half dressed in a girl's bathroom
in who knows what dorm.  I'd slept with a girl, presumably the Disneyland
girl.  Do I get dressed and disappear?  Do I go back to bed with her?

   I was still sleepy.  Weariness and the hope of getting to know the babe
I spent the night with won out over my caution.  I made my way back to room
503 and let myself back in.  The light from the hall allowed me to confirm
that I had spent the night with Disneyland girl.  I shook my head and
marveled.  What a babe!

   I dropped my pants and carefully climbed back in bed with her.  I stayed
at the edge of the bed so I wasn't touching her.  I didn't want
complications in case she woke up unexpectedly and found me taking
liberties with her.

   I laid my head down on the pillow.  She whispered, "You're back Kyle."

   "I didn't mean to wake you," I answered evenly.  "I had to go to the
bathroom."

   "That's OK," she answered.  "Cuddle with me.  I like that."

   I scooted to the center of the bed and spooned with her again.  I let my
hand rest on her side.  She clasped my hand and pulled it over her and
placed it on her breast.  The warmth of her body, her softness, and my
tiredness put me back to sleep in moments.

   I woke later to the feel of someone's hand on top of my hand, forcing me
to squeeze... Oh!  A breast!  Automatically I continued caressing this
handful of soft flesh.

   "Mmmm..." the owner purred.  "You're awake Kyle."

   "Uh huh." I replied.  My cock reacted and sprang to hardness instantly.
This girl, uh....  What's her name?  She reacted by pressing herself
against me and rubbing against my erection.

   "Ooooohhh!" she squeaked.  "Good Morning!" She rubbed against me again
and then rolled over to face me.  Her hand snaked down and grasped my cock.
"I was afraid you'd would be worn out after last night."

   "No," I answered quietly.  She stroked my erection.

   After she kissed me on the cheek she said, "I'd like one more time with
you this morning if you would like that."

   "Yes, I'd like that... uh...." I panicked momentarily.  What WAS this
girl's name?  I covered my panic by adding, "...Babe." It's the best name I
could come up with on the spur of the moment.

   "Goody!" Babe squealed.  "Could you go down on my again?  Nobody has
ever done that as well as you did last night."

   Babe pulled me upright as she sat up.  "I can do that," I agreed.

   She scooted up to the head of the bed and spread her legs for me.  I
took a second to take in the beauty of this girl who was offering herself
to me again by the half-light filtering in at the edges of drapes.  Her
blond hair spilled over her shoulders.  Her breasts, well they were
perfection.  I eyes continued down her shapely body to her womanhood.

   Babe shaved, leaving a small, carefully trimmed patch of hair above her
pussy.  Her outer labia were plump and reddish.  I could see she was
getting excited.  I leaned down and licked down her left lip and then up
her right.  I felt Babe shudder.  I wormed my tongue into her slot and
licked again.

   I was surprised when I got the taste of sperm along with this woman's
secretions.  Apparently I forgot my promise I made to myself last fall to
always use protection when I slept with a woman.  I tried to put that
thought out of my mind while I concentrated on pleasing Babe.  My
ex-girlfriend Penny loved it when I licked her clean after we made love.  I
had gotten used to the taste of my own sperm mixed with a woman's juices.

   I continued licking.  Babe liked what I was doing.  She grabbed my hair
and tried to force my face and tongue deeper into her pussy as I worked to
excite her.  I was a little hung over, but not as much as I had expected to
be.  I did my best using my tongue and fingers to bring Babe to climax.

   I worked two fingers into her pussy, crooked them and felt for her
pleasure spot.  She squealed when I found it.  I rubbed and licked around
her clitoris as I gradually unwired her brain.  Babe squirmed as I
continued.  Her panting told me she was ready to burst.  I sucked her clit
into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

   "Jesus FUCKING Christ!" Babe screeched as she climaxed.  She bucked her
crotch upward, narrowly missing my face.  I pulled away and watched her
shake while she rode her way through her orgasm.  "OOOhhh!" she moaned. 
"Oohh... Oh God!" Her lubrication was flowing freely when I pulled my
fingers out of her.  I sat back on my haunches and watched, pleased that I
could bring a girl that much pleasure.  Babe slowly unwound almost to a
stupor and collapsed on the bed.

   I lay down beside her and kissed her as she recovered.  "Did you enjoy
that?" I asked.  Babe just nodded her head yes.  I gently kissed her cheeks
and nibbled at her ear.  I desperately hoped that she would be willing to
return the favor and let me get off too this morning.

   Babe started returning the kisses when she was able.  We made out for a
couple minutes.  Babe pulled away from me and asked, "Are you ready to use
this thing on me?" She reached down between us and stroked my seven inch
erection.

   "If you insist, I guess I could," I answered, with a chuckle.  "How do
you like it?  Do you want on top?"

   "Just like last night," Babe replied.  I wasn't sure what we did last
night, so I followed her lead.  She lay back on the bed and spread her legs
open for me.  I got in position for Missionary style.  Babe raised her
ankles up towards my shoulders.  Apparently she liked the same position
that was Penny's favorite.

   I lined my pole up at her hole and paused.  "Do I need protection?" I
asked.

   Babe stared up at me a giggled.  "You didn't seem worried about that
last night." She reached around my backside and pulled on my ass cheeks,
urging me on.  I thought, `What the hell?  I just licked half a gallon of
my sperm out of her.' I smoothly drove my cock into the lovely, very
willing girl.  Our fate was already sealed if she wasn't on the pill.

   Skin on skin.  That was how God intended this to be.  I reveled in the
feel of my cock sliding against the hot, moist folds of her pussy.  It had
been almost six months since I had felt the best feeling in the world. 
"Ooouf..." she grunted when my hard cock bottomed out and bumped into her
cervix.

   I pumped in and out, slowly at first and then building up speed.  Babe
rubbed my sides and ass, urging me on.  I ground our pubic areas together
after every few strokes.  I wanted to feel Babe come again while I was
inside her.  I hoped I would last.  I wasn't used to the intense sensations
of sex au natural anymore.

   Babe kept urging me to go faster and harder.  I continued stroking my
cock in and out of her.  I managed to bring Babe to climax before I was
ready to spew.  I continued drilling her while she shimmied and rode out
that climax.  In and out.  I drove my manhood into her and then pulled part
way out.

   Babe came a second time while we coupled.  She demanded I do her hard
and fast.  Sweat was pouring down my face and chest as I tried to climax in
my partner.  We were approaching the fifteen minute mark when Babe
screeched and orgamsed another time.  My balls tightened and I plunged my
cock in for the culmination of our love-making.  My cock nudged against her
cervix and finally spewed its contents into my partner.

   I rolled us on our sides as I collapsed in a sweaty heap.  Babe stroked
my face, neck and shoulders while I recovered from my climax.  "That was
wonderful Kyle," she purred to me.  "I'll never forget this."

   I managed to smile.  "I'm glad you enjoyed it babe." I hadn't intended
to call her that.  She ignored my faux pas.  We cuddled for a few minutes.
I noticed that the clock said it was after 9:30.

   I kissed her and said, "I should probably get dressed and head out.  I
don't know when your roommate will be back."

   Babe glanced at the clock too.  "I guess your right Kyle." We climbed
out of her bed and got dressed.  When we were dressed, she said, "I had a
lot of fun last night Kyle."

   I hugged her and gave her a kiss.  "I had a lot of fun too."

   She giggled and said, "You have to promise me that you'll call me.  I'd
love to do this again sometime." She winked and giggled again.

   "Umm... sure.  I'll call." I promised.  My stomach sank.  I wanted to
call her again.  How could I?  I'd just fucked her and I had no idea what
her name was.  How do you ask that after being intimate?  I gave her a
final kiss and headed out the door.

   She didn't have her name posted under the room number like some
students. I headed for the elevator.  I still didn't know what dorm I was
in.  I found my first clue about where I was when I walked out the front
door of the dorm.  The Forest Resources Building was in front of me and the
East Parking Garage was diagonally across the street.  This was East Halls.
I glanced back at the dorm.  The sign on the wall said it was Pinchot Hall.

   I headed down Bigler Road to my room.  How in the hell was I going to
find out the name of this girl in 503 Pinchot Hall?  I had no clue.

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   My room was dark when I got back.  Damian was still sleeping.  I quietly
gathered my shower things and went across the hall to shower.  I could
clean the sweat, cum and dirt from myself, but I couldn't wash my
conscience.

   I'd never fucked a complete stranger before.  I got drunk last night,
went back to this girl's room, and fucked her silly.  I didn't use
protection.  Could she get pregnant?  I didn't know.  Could I catch some
disease?  I didn't know.  Hell, I didn't even know her name.

   I had looked for her for almost a month.  I'd lusted after her.  Now
that I found her, how could I face her again?  I'd made a complete ass of
myself.  I silently cursed myself as I went through my morning routine.

   Damian was awake when I got back to our room.  Damian greeted me with a
cheery "Good Morning."

   "Hey."

   "I guess you had fun last night," Damian said, grinning knowingly. 
"Who'd you spend the night with?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "Do you remember the cute girl I spotted at
Disneyland?" Damian nodded yes.  "I met her at Omega Chi last night."

   "You lucky dog.  What's her name?"

   I explained, "I have no idea." I proceeded to tell as much of the story
of last night and this morning as I could remember.

   "Man, when you fuck up, you do it right." I didn't disagree with
Damian's assessment.

   We gathered up our friends and headed over for brunch.  I took quite a
bit of teasing about my night.  I accepted it without complaint.  I made a
point of thanking Joel and Cameron for inviting us to the party.  I did
appreciate what they did for me.

   I tried to find the girl's name on-line that afternoon.  The university
had searches where you could get someone's address and phone number if you
knew their name but not one to get their name if you knew their room
number. I was stumped about how I would contact this girl again unless I
wanted to become a stalker and camp out in her dorm hallway and wait for
her.  That wouldn't do.  It would probably get me arrested.

   I spent the rest of the afternoon reading the Sunday paper and then
doing homework.  I did my workout at the Lasch Building after dinner.  I'd
finished my shower after my workout when my cell phone rang.  I was still
naked when I answered the phone.  "Hello?"

   "Hi Kyle, it's Johara."

   "Johara?  Hi." I answered.  Half a dozen teammates were in the locker
room with me.  I got a couple catcalls and more knowing looks.  I waved
them off.  "Give me a second Johara.  Let me put the phone down.  You
caught me getting out of the shower.  I'm standing here naked."

   "Mmmm... that's an interesting development.  I'll hold," she replied. 
Johara sounded like she was in a good mood.

   I pulled on my boxers and had a seat at the bench at my locker.  "What's
up?  It's good to hear from you."

   "I wanted to thank you for kicking me in the backside last week.  I took
your advice.  I went to see ladies at a couple of the counseling groups. 
Kathy and Nicole know now.  They have been helping me."

   "That's good," I answered.  "You need friends who can help you."

   "I know," Johara answered.  She paused a few seconds.  "I decided I
can't have a baby."

   "Are you sure?" I asked quickly.  "My older brother Will went through
this when he was fifteen.  He's regretted his girlfriend's abortion ever
since.  My brother Andy has no regrets about raising his sons.  Are you
sure this is the best choice?"

   "I've thought about this a lot," Johara explained.  "I'm not ready to be
a parent now."

   "You can get help through the pregnancy.  You don't have to raise the
baby.  You could give it up for adoption.  Hope is in life.  You can..."

   "Kyle!" Johara interrupted.  "I don't need a lecture.  I need a friend."

   "I'm sorry.  You're right.  I didn't mean to lecture you about my
personal beliefs.  What help do you need?"

   "Kathy's car isn't running.  She needs new tires to pass inspection and
doesn't have the money for them right now.  Can you drive me to the clinic
on Tuesday?  I need someone to take me and then pick me up when the
procedure is done."

   "Tuesday?" I hesitated.  Did I want any part of an abortion?

   "Kyle?" Johara asked, interrupting my deliberation.  "I need your help
not a lecture."

   "Ummm... sorry... You're right.  I'm sorry.  I guess you need help more
than preaching.  Did you say you need a ride on Tuesday?" I replied.  I
took a deep breath.  Friends should help friends.  I asked, "What time?"

   "I need to be at the health center at noon on Tuesday.  The doctor said
I have to have someone bring me."

   "Tuesday at noon?  I asked.  "That could be a problem for me.  I have a
1:30 appointment to meet with my coaches.  They are doing post-season
evaluations.  I can't miss my appointment." I explained.
"You can drop me off and pick me up when I'm done.  I probably won't be

done until three or four o'clock.  Would you be able to pick me up then?"

   "I can Johara," I agreed.

   We confirmed details about when and where I'd pick her up on Tuesday.  I
dressed and headed back to my room.

   Johara's decision gnawed at my conscience.  I don't necessarily think
abortion should be illegal in all circumstances, but I have moral
reservations about it.  My brother Will has hinted at how much it bothered
him that his first child was aborted years ago.  Abby and I had a long talk
last summer one evening when Will was busy at the pool.  She let me know
the anguish that the abortion still caused Will eight years later.

   Crystal and Andy could have decided that abortion was the easy way out
for their problem last year.  I can't imagine Connor and Noah not being a
part of my family's life.  I agree with my minister, Reverend Hollinger,
life is precious and should be nurtured.

   How do I square that with some of the other teachings in the Bible? 
Johara was hurting and needed her friends to help her.  Wasn't that what
Christ taught us to do?  What kind of man was I if I didn't help her?

   I didn't know Johara's parents.  She was right that she couldn't raise a
baby by herself without help from someone.  How would she manage if her
parents disowned her?  I didn't know Rick or Stan, the potential fathers. I
knew their type though.  Use the girl and dump her if things went bad.

   If Johara had the baby and it turned out my brother Andy was the father,
I knew he would do everything he could to help.  He turned seventeen a
couple weeks ago and was raising two sons already.  Of course my family
would help too, but would Johara want to relocate to Lancaster County after
graduation?

   There weren't any certain, easy answers to this dilemma.  I tossed and
turned awhile before I fell asleep.  The only conclusion I came to Sunday
night was that Johara needed help and I owed her that.

   -------------------------------------------

   I decided to talk to Pete Klein next week when he got back from the
Senior Bowl.  Maybe he could help me find out the name of the girl from
Saturday night.  It was the best plan I could up with to help my love life.

   Mr.  Coleman from the Natatorium called later on Monday afternoon after
I got back from Econ 2.  He told me I passed background check.  He wanted
me to come by on Tuesday so he could get me on the schedule to do some life
guarding the following week.

   My courses this semester seemed to be shaping up to be fun.  Cameron was
becoming fast friends with Kelly and me.  All of us enjoyed taking History
2 together.  Chad, Josh, Chelsea and I sat together for EDTHP 115.  We had
fun together.  Dr.  Scott-Hall made the lectures interesting.  Psych 100
and Econ 2 weren't as much fun, but were bearable.

   I got a little extra sleep on Tuesday.  I had a 9:30 am appointment with
Mr.  Coleman so I couldn't sleep all morning.  I headed for the Natatorium
after breakfast.  The meeting didn't take long.  I went over my class and
football schedule with him.  We agreed he'd use me six to eight hours a
week until spring football practice started.  After that I'd try to make
myself available when possible.  They were going to pay me $10 an hour.

   I went to the library after that to start researching for my first
history term paper of the semester.  I worked on that until 11 am and then
headed back to Pollock to grab some lunch before I met Johara.

   I drove over to Johara's apartment and picked her up.  She was very
quiet on the ride to the clinic.  We pulled into the clinic parking lot. 
Half a dozen pro-life protesters were on the sidewalk leading to the front
door of the clinic.

   I reached across the seat and placed my hand on Johara's shoulder.  "Are
you sure this is what you want to do?  There are places that will help you
through the pregnancy and then help you put your baby up for adoption.  You
wouldn't have to raise it alone."

   "I can't go through a pregnancy," Johara replied.  "Not now.  I just
can't." I gave her a hug.  Johara asked, "Kyle, can you stay with me until
they take me in for my procedure?"

   "I can do that." I answered.  I got out of the car, walked around and
helped Johara out of the car.  She leaned against me as we started to walk
across the parking lot.  I put my arm over her shoulder.  Johara snuggled
against me, using me as a shield.  She kept her head down as we walked past
the demonstrators.

   Chants of "Don't kill your baby!" and "It's a life not a choice!"
followed us as we walked past them towards the clinic.  Johara stiffened
when we heard someone shout "You're going to hell if you kill your baby!"

   I leaned down and whispered in her ear.  "Ignore them.  They're idiots."
I hugged her tighter as we walked to the door.  The taunts stopped when we
got inside.  Mercifully the clinic waiting room was peaceful.  I left my
hand on her shoulder as I escorted Johara to the reception desk.  She
signed in.  We went back to the waiting area and found seats together.

   "You're going to stay with me," Johara asked hopefully.  "...until...."

   I glanced at my watch.  It was 12:30.  I had an hour until my
appointment with my coaches.  I held her hand while Johara and I talked
until a nurse came for her.  The nurse suggested, "Your boyfriend can come
back with you for awhile, until it's time for the procedure."

   "He's not my boyfriend," Johara said.  "He's just a friend."

   I gave her a hug.  "Good luck.  I'll be back for you when you're ready."
I gave her a kiss on the cheek before she went to the back.

   The pro-life protesters outside didn't bother with me on the way out.  I
headed over to the Lasch Building.  I killed half an hour in the player's
lounge watching TV until it was time for my meeting with my coaches.  Coach
Adams called me into Coach Burton's office when it was my turn.

   Coach Burton was joined by our offensive coordinator Coach Schroeder, my
wide receivers coach, Coach Adams and the special teams coordinator, Coach
Ferguson.  I took the open chair in the circle of people in the front of
the Coach's office.

   Coach Burton welcomed me.  We talked for a minute or two about how
school was going and how I was adjusting to college life.  Coach Ferguson
started off the formal review.  "The purpose of today's meeting is to
review your performance last season and to discuss how you can improve as
we plan for next season.  Your performance returning kicks and punts was
exceptional this past season.  You well deserved the national honors you
received.  You didn't fumble once on kick or punt returns.  That is
excellent.  You made good decisions on whether you should down the football
in the end zone or return it on kick offs.  You generally made the correct
choice on fair catches too."

   I nodded my head in agreement.  Coach Ferguson continued, "By my count,
you called for a fair catch on five punts that were returnable.  You also
tried to return two punts when you should have called for a fair catch." I
grinned and nodded my head in agreement.  I knew immediately after each of
those catches that I had chosen incorrectly when the tackler nailed me a
split second after the catch and splattered me on the ground.

   Coach Ferguson continued, "Overall, you have been very successful as a
returner.  We're pleased with your work so far."

   Coach Burton took over.  "I would like you to continue as the team's
primary kick and punt returner next season.  I plan to reduce your workload
a little.  I want to give a few other players experience at returning. 
Anyway, I expect that you will have more time on the field as a wide
receiver." He waved towards the white board on the wall behind him.  "At
the moment I have you listed as #1 at the slot receiver position." He
paused so his words could sink in.

   I nodded and then Coach Burton continued, "You're hold on that spot is
tenuous at best.  We have five other receivers with more experience than
you that are also looking for playing time.  It looks like we will have two
or three freshmen receivers.  We need to fit them into the program too."

   Coach Schroeder launched into an extended analysis of my time on the
field in the last four months.  I was surprised when Coach Schroeder said I
was responsible for two of Zack's eight interceptions.  I agreed about the
one during the Ohio State game.  I didn't think I had caused the one during
the Wisconsin game.  I was going to have to study that in the video room.
Coach Schroeder said I needed to learn all the plays for wide receivers if
I planned on significant playing time.

   Coach Adams countered by reviewing my contributions at the end of the
season.  He praised my work against Michigan State and USC.  By the time it
was done I felt like a tennis ball being batted back and forth between
Coach Schroeder and Coach Adams.

   This went on for about ten minutes as the coaches debated my faults and
abilities.  Coach Burton took over after Coach Adams and Coach Schroeder
finished.  "In spite of the limitations Coach Schroeder noted, I believe
you have great potential.  It is going to take hard work for you to beat
out the seven other receivers who want one of the prime spots on the depth
chart.  Are you up to the challenge Kyle?"

   "I believe I can do it Coach." I responded, trying to sound convincing.
I was more than a little unsettled by all the mistakes Coach Schroeder laid
on me.

   Coach Burton concluded, "Good.  Mr.  Collins [the Strength and
Conditioning Coordinator] will give you your off-season training plan next
week.  Thank you for coming in Kyle."

   I thanked each of my coaches for taking their time to talk with me and
then headed out.  I was shocked at the coaches' evaluation of my season.  I
made all-American as a freshman.  I thought I did pretty well.  I went back
to the locker room, got my play book and headed for the video room.  I had
a lot of work to do.

   The clinic called me around a quarter to four and let me know Johara was
ready for her ride home.  I drove over to the clinic and parked my car. 
Most of the demonstrators had disappeared.  I headed inside.  Johara wasn't
sitting in the waiting room.  I checked with the receptionist.  She said
she would bring Johara out for me.

   She seemed withdrawn when she met me.  I asked, "How are you doing?"

   "I'm OK," she answered with a sigh.  "Do you think I did the right thing
Kyle?"

   I gave her a hug.  "I can't answer that question for you." I held her
hand as we walked out to my car.  I drove us back to her apartment.  Johara
said almost nothing on the drive back.  When we got to her apartment
building I asked, "Do you want me to stay with you this evening?  I think
it would be a good night to be with friends."

   "No.  Nicole and Kathy are back from classes.  They'll be with me."
Johara replied.

   "I'll go upstairs with you.  I want to make sure they are home."

   Nicole was sitting in the living room when we walked in the apartment.
Nicole and I talked for a minute.  She promised they would look after our
friend.  Johara gave me a hug when I was ready to leave.

   "Kyle," she said.  "You've been a true friend.  Thank you for
everything. I don't know how to thank you."

   "You don't need to.  I'm just trying to help." I explained.  I headed
back to my dorm.  I studied a little until supper time.  I had dinner with
Christian, GJ, Jay, Shawn, Trevor, Tony, Joel, Cameron and Damian.  After
dinner Damian and I went over to the Lasch Building to do our training.

   Zack Hayes was working out when we arrived.  When he was done working
out I followed Zack into locker room even though I wasn't finished with my
workout.  I needed a word with my mentor.

   Zack had just sat down at his locker to undress for his shower when he
spotted me.  He asked, "What's up Kyle?"

   "I was looking for some advice," I explained.  "I had my evaluation this
afternoon." Zack grinned.

   "And?" Zack asked.

   "I wanted your advice.  The coaches' evaluation of my season didn't go
as well as I expected.  I didn't know Coach Schroeder didn't like me." Zack
furrowed his brow.  "He ripped my play all through the season."

   Zack asked, "Did any of the other coaches say anything good about you?"

   "Coach Adams and Coach Ferguson did," I answered.  "Why do you think
Coach Schroeder hates me?"

   Zack asked, "Coach Schroeder doesn't hate you.  He's told me how much he
likes having you available on offense.  He sees so many possibilities for
how we can exploit your speed.  Have you had Psych 100 yet?"

   "I'm taking it this term."

   Zack grinned.  "Do you know what good cop, bad cop is?" I shook my head
no.  Zack explained the concept to me.

   I asked, "Why would the coaches play mind games like that with me?"

   "Think it through Kyle," Zack replied.  "What did you do after your
appointment was done?"

   "Umm... I went over to the video room to study," I answered.  "I figured
I better get to work."

   "Exactly," Zack said triumphantly.  I looked at him questioningly.  "The
coaches knew what your reaction would be to someone telling you that you
hadn't played well enough." I nodded.  "The X's and O's are a small part of
being a coach.  What separates a good coach from a great one is how well he
can motivate his players.  Coach Burton knew how you would react."

   "How did you figure this out so quickly Zack?"

   "I took Kinesiology 493 last semester.  That is Coaching Practice and
Ethics," Zack explained.  After a short pause he added, "They've also run
good cop, bad cop on me."

   "Thanks for explaining it to me." I said.

   "No problem.  Remember that Coach Burton had a serious purpose for what
he did during your evaluation today.  Everyone expects you to step up next
season.  You're going to have to bust your butt to get ready."

   "I know."

   Zack added, "I expect us to do big things together.  I'm counting on you
Kyle."

   "I understand.  I won't let you down."

   -----------------------------------------------

   Damian was ecstatic Wednesday afternoon when he came back from his
evaluation session with the coaches.  I was studying at my desk when he
came in.  Damian plopped down on his bed.  His grin spread from ear to ear.
I asked, "How'd it go?"

   "Fantastic!" Damian crowed.  "The coaches loved what I did last season.
They say if I work hard enough, I have a shot at earning playing time at
tailback, not just special teams.  Not only that, they offered me a
scholarship!"

   "That is fantastic news.  Congratulations." I was genuinely pleased for
my friend.

   My group visited an elementary school in Bellefonte on Thursday in C I
295.  I didn't plan to work with kids this young, so I wasn't as interested
in the proceedings as the previous week.  I still could see the teachers
applying the same principles we learned, but to teach the young ones.

   Kelly O'Keefe and I were talking before History 2 started on Friday as
had become our custom before class.  Mr.  McDaniel's did a lecture on the
Phillip II's war with Queen Elizabeth.  The lecture on the Spanish Armada
was excellent.  Kelly and I talked about it as we left class.  Kelly was
heading for the library and I was heading for the Forum.

   I casually asked, "Do you and Tanner have any special plans for the
weekend?"

   Kelly gave me a funny look.  "Tanner?  Tanner Riggs?"

   "Isn't he your boyfriend?" I asked.

   "Boyfriend?  No," Kelly replied decisively.  "We dated a little last
fall, but we weren't a couple."

   "Oh, I didn't realize that."

   "Jen and I talked about going to a movie tomorrow night," Kelly
explained.  "Nothing is definite."

   I got the distinct impression that she would welcome a change in those
plans.  I wouldn't mind a date with Kelly.  She was a beauty and we'd
always gotten along great.  We had reached the Forum.  Kelly waited
expectantly when we stopped walking.  I wanted to ask her out, but I
couldn't.  Tanner was my teammate.  It wouldn't be proper for me to ask her
out if he still had plans to date her.  It wasn't done.

   "I hope you and Jen have fun tomorrow night," I said.  "I'll see you on
Monday."

   "I'll see you later Kyle." Kelly answered.  I got the impression that
she was disappointed that I didn't ask her out.  I planned to correct that
as soon as I could talk with Tanner Riggs.

   I checked around Friday afternoon, trying to find Tanner.  He wasn't
around but I did find his roommate, Mike Pollard.  Mike's a defensive
tackle and was the biggest guy on our team.  Mike was 6'-7" and weighed in
337 pounds the last time we did weigh-ins.  Mike explained that Tanner had
gone home for the weekend.

   Zack, Evan and Jake invited a crowd of people to their apartment
Saturday afternoon to watch the Senior Bowl.  I helped him get things set
up before the 3 pm start of the game.

   Aaron Morano had called last night to let Zack know how things were
going.  Aaron, Antwaan and Pete were having a blast.  They were playing for
Mike Nolan and the San Francisco 49ers on the North Team.  The South Team
was being coached by Sean Payton and the New Orleans Saints coaching staff.

   The game turned out to be the perfect showcase for the three Penn State
players.  Antwaan Booker punctuated his claim to being the best defensive
lineman in the draft with a dominating performance.  The best five senior
offensive linemen in the country didn't have the experience working
together necessary to stop someone like Antwaan.

   The defensive pressure Antwaan put on the south's offense opened up
possibilities for their teammates.  Both Pete and Aaron took advantage of
that.  Pete made four tackles in the back field on running plays and also
picked two sacks, matching Antwaan's count.  Aaron picked off two hurried
passes during the game.  The South was behind 31-7 when our friends were
pulled to give other seniors time on the field.  The ESPN announcers raved
about our friends.  The final score was 41-21 in the North's favor.

   The group at Zack's apartment scattered when the game was over to get
supper and to get ready for the celebration party Zack, Evan and Jake were
hosting.  I called Kelly late Saturday afternoon after the game.  We talked
for fifteen minutes.  I wanted Kelly to know I was interested in more than
just beings friends who met at classes.

   I ended up grabbing dinner at Big Daddy's Deli in Pollock Commons
instead of the usual fare at the dining hall.  I showered and headed back
up the street to Zack's apartment.  I helped Zack set up.  Zack had invited
our high school teammate Karl Weaver.  He helped set up too.  I enjoyed
getting caught up on things with Karl.

   When the party started I had a couple beers but kept myself in check.  I
didn't want a repeat of last weekend's nonsense.  Johara came to the party
too but she wasn't her usual outgoing self.  I spent the evening with her.
I thought she could use the company.  She didn't need to hook-up with some
horny football player right now.  We enjoyed the party together but didn't
feel the need to go to bed together.  I wanted Johara to know I was there
for her as a friend, not just as some horny freshman looking for nothing
but to get laid.  Both of us ended up going home alone.

   I finally tracked down Tanner Riggs Sunday evening at the Lasch
Building. I waited until he was finished with his workout before I bothered
him.  I met him on the way to the locker room when he finished.  I asked,
"Tanner, do you have a minute?"

   "Sure, what do you want Kyle?" Tanner replied.

   "I know you were dating Kelly O'Keefe in the fall," I asked.  "I
understand that it's over.  Would it upset you if I asked her out?"

   "You and Kelly?" Tanner asked doubtfully.  "You know she's a good
Catholic girl, right?  That includes everything that entails."

   "I know," I replied.

   "You've got a rep," Tanner explained knowingly.  "You sleep with just
about every girl you go out with.  That ain't happening with Kelly.  Just
keep looking if that's what you want."

   "That's not what I'm after," I protested.  "I like her as a friend and
would like to get to know her better."

   "I have no claim on her," Tanner said, dismissing me.  "You make sure
you treat her decently."

   I was surprised at Tanner's attitude towards me.  We were rivals but
still I was surprised he thought so little of me that he would imagine I'd
do anything to hurt Kelly.

   I got back to my room after 9 pm that evening.  I would ask Kelly for a
date tomorrow morning before History 2.  I didn't go to sleep immediately
when Damian and I turned out the lights at bedtime.

   Tanner had treated me like all I wanted from girls was to get laid.  I
didn't think of myself that way.  I guess I hadn't given Tanner much reason
to think of me differently in the past few months.  I needed to change the
way I was behaving.

   --------------------------------------------------

   Mrs.  Randolph was lecturing Monday morning in my eight o'clock class,
Psych 100.  I barely paid attention.  I was too keyed up in anticipation of
talking with Kelly when the class was over.

   I headed across the campus for the Forest Service Building.  I met Kelly
outside room 105.  We went inside and found seats together.  When both of
us were settled I took a deep breath and summoned my courage.

   "Kelly?" I asked hopefully.  She turned to look at me.  "Would you like
to go out on Saturday night for dinner and a movie?"

   Her big smile told me the answer before she could speak.  "I'd like that
Kyle.  I'd really like that."

   We talked for a couple minutes about where we would like go on our date.
Mr.  McDaniel started the class before we could conclude our conversation.
We agreed to meet for lunch at Pollock Commons when I was finished with my
next class.  I floated off to the Forum and EDTHP 115 on a cloud.  This was
the most encouraging development in my love life in months.



   Chapter 13

   ==========

   I met Kelly at the dining hall at 11:30 as we agreed.  We sat in the
dining hall and talked for an hour and half, getting to know each other
better.  Kelly told me about her family.  I told her about mine.  We
connected in an amazing way.

   Kelly's dad was William Sr., 44, an accountant and 1983 Penn State grad.
He was a CPA.  He married Kathleen Murphy 23 years ago.  Her mom, who goes
by Kitty, was a receptionist at a civil engineering company.

   Kelly had an older brother William Jr., 21, a junior at the University
of Pittsburgh.  Bill was studying to become a mechanical engineer.  Her
older sister Anne, 19, was a sophomore at Youngstown State where she was
studying to be a nurse.

   Michael, 17, was a junior in high school.  He loved playing soccer. 
Patrick, 14 was in eighth grade.  Laura, 13, was in seventh grade.  Sean,
the youngest, was 10 and a fifth grader.

   The similarities between the Martin family and the O'Keefe family were
amazing.  They were as involved in scouting as my family.  Her dad was an
Eagle Scout when he was growing up and was committee chairman for his sons'
troop.  Bill Jr.  earned his Eagle three years ago.  Michael was finishing
his Eagle project and expected to receive Eagle before the school year was
out.  Patrick was a Star scout.  He was recently elected patrol leader for
his patrol.  Sean was a Webelos and was finishing his Arrow of Light.  He
was looking forward to joining his older brothers' troop next month.

   Kelly and Laura both were Girl Scouts.  Kelly had gone through the
entire program and earned her Gold Award, the highest award.  Laura was
finishing her Silver Award, the highest for the 11-14 year old girls.

   I was delighted to find out that Kelly and I also had Venturers in
common.  She had gotten bored with the Studio2B program for the senior Girl
Scouts and joined the local Venturer crew.  Her crew was just as active as
my crew.

   She gone out to scouting's Northern Tier High Adventure Base in Ely,
Minnesota for an eight day wilderness canoe trip in the Boundary Waters and
Canada's Quetico Provincial Park two summers ago.  The trip sounded very
similar to my experiences in Algonquin.

   I was shocked when I checked the time and found it was 1:05 pm and that
I had to get ready for class.  Talking with Kelly was the most natural
thing in the world.  I wondered why had I waited so many months to ask
Kelly for a date; I had clearly been an idiot.  Kelly and I agreed to meet
at dinner time.  I hustled off to my room for my books and then headed for
Thomas Hall and Econ 2.

   After class I headed over to the Lasch Building after class to study my
playbook and the videos some more.  I ran into Jared Cantrell in the
player's lounge browsing through his playbook.  I knew the look on his face
- the look of total befuddlement.

   I inquired, "How's it going Jared?"

   "OK, I guess..." Jared answered.  "Do you believe this playbook?  I've
never seen anything like it.  How do you learn all this?  Am I supposed to
know all this six weeks from now when spring practice starts?"

   "I doubt Coach Adams expects that," I replied.  "I've been studying it
for six months.  I know about three quarter of the plays."

   "I'm lost," Jared said despairingly.  "It doesn't make sense to me."

   "Where do you normally line up?"

   "On the weak side usually." Jared said.

   "Do you want to study with me this afternoon?" I asked.  "I'm working on
those plays now."

   "Really?" Jared said appreciatively.  "That would be fantastic!"

   "No problem," I said.  "It's easier to study together."

   I took Jared with me to the video room.  We set ourselves up at one of
the computers and I walked him through the process I was using to learn
plays.  I reviewed the terminology for half an hour.  When Jared understood
the way we named plays at Penn State, we started reviewing plays one at a
time.  First we studied the diagram in the playbook and then we watched the
video of our team executing the play last season.  We repeated the video
until we understood the play.

   Jared and I worked together for a couple hours.  Jared seemed to pick up
what we worked on pretty quickly.  I was impressed.  I know it helped me
having to explain things to him as we worked.  I had learned in Ed Psych
last semester that you always understand things best after you try to teach
it to someone else.

   "Thanks so much Kyle," Jared said when we ready to leave.  "How can I
thank you?"

   "You don't need to," I replied.  "It actually helps me learn when I
explain things to you."

   "You know," Jared said, "I wasn't sure how I'd be accepted by the other
wide receivers."

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "My friend, Tyron Garrison, plays for University of Maryland.  None of
the other running backs would help him when he joined the team last year.
They looked at him as a rival for playing time.  I haven't met very many of
my teammates yet, but you and Anders seem really helpful to me."

   "I know what you mean Jared," I explained.  "Anders has been a huge help
to me in the past six months.  Bo Cherry and Derek Whitaker have been
extremely helpful too."

   "You're not worried about me taking a starting spot from you?" Jared
said with a grin and a wink.

   "Not really," I replied, returning his wink.  "I have a head start on
you.  I think I can hold you off, at least for the next year." Jared nodded
agreement.  "Would you like to continue working together like this?  It
really does help me to understand the plays better by explaining them to
you."

   "Sure," Jared answered gratefully.  "I'll take any help you are willing
to give."

   We shook on it.  We headed back to Hartranft together.  I studied my
Psych for Wednesday's class before dinner time.  I met Kelly downstairs in
Pollock Commons before dinnertime.  Bev Umble, Christian, Bev's roommate
Cindy, Kelly, Kelly's roommate Jen, Jen's boyfriend Alan and I headed
upstairs for dinner.

   Kelly and I continued our `getting to know you' discussions through
dinner.  I enjoyed the more genteel company of this meal compared the
coarser dinner conversation that occurred when I ate with just jocks.

   Kelly and I traded stories from our wilderness canoe trips to Canada. 
Quetico sounded very similar to Algonquin.  We both enjoyed the outdoors
and camping.  We enjoyed our dinner together and stayed and talked when the
rest of our dinner partners scattered.  Fifteen extra minutes together was
all either of us could afford as we both had to do homework.

   I ended up getting up at 6:45 am on Tuesday with Damian.  I was
scheduled to lifeguard at the Natatorium from 8 am to noon.  It wouldn't
look good to be late on my first day on the job.

   The morning was uneventful.  I was used to watching 20-30 people in my
small section of the pool at scout camp.  We would usually have six
lifeguards at the edge of the pool, another in the chair and my brother or
his assistant wandering around when we ran swims.  Here we only had two
lifeguards on duty, one by the side of the pool and a second in the chair.
Then again, we never had more than 10-15 people in the pool at any one time
that morning.  If every shift was similar to this one, I had found the
perfect part-time job.  It was an easy way to earn $40.

   Kelly and I met for lunch.  We talked about ourselves again.  It was
Kelly's turn to lose track of time as she almost missed her 1:25 pm
journalism class.  We found out we shared a love for skiing and we made
plans to go to Tussey Mountain to ski on Saturday before our date that
evening.  We were either going to hit it off with each other Saturday or we
were going to be so sick of each other by the end of the date that we'd
never want to see each other again.  I hoped that the date would go well.
Seeing Kelly was nearly the only thing I thought about since we made the
date Monday morning.

   I went over to the Lasch Building, did my daily workout and then retired
to the video room with my playbook.  I studied video and the playbook for
an hour on my own.  Jared Cantrell joined me after his classes were over.
We worked together for another hour and a half.

   Around 4 pm Jay Nicholson popped in the video room and asked, "Did you
see that the off-season conditioning plans are out Kyle?"

   "Are they out?  Cool," I replied.  "Where do we pick them up?"

   Jay answered, "Coach Collins left them at our lockers."

   Jared and I decided to knock off studying for the afternoon and check
out our workout plans.  I grabbed mine from the seat at my locker, sat down
and started reading.  I caught a typo immediately when I started reading.
It said Name: Kyle David Martin Position: Linebacker.

   I snickered as I read on.  Somebody really screwed this one up.  Target
Weight: 245 pounds.  I continued reading.  The work out section had nothing
to help me with speed or quickness.  The focus was on building leg strength
and upper body strength.  By the time I reached the nutrition section, I
knew something was horribly wrong with this plan.
I'm a healthy teenager.  That means I eat prodigious quantities of food.
The nutrition plan had me eating twice as much food as I eat already. 
Following this plan really would get me to 245 pounds within a few months.

This could not be my plan.

   I headed for the weight room hoping to find Coach Collins and get the
correct training plan.  He wasn't in his office.  I did find his grad
assistant, Matt Sheppard.  I knocked at his office door and asked, "Got a
second Matt?"

   "What's up Kyle?"

   "I found this training plan in my locker this afternoon," I said, waving
the papers.  "Something is wrong with it.  It has me listed as a
linebacker."

   "Let's see Kyle." Matt answered.  I handed the plan to Matt.  He spent
about thirty seconds reviewing it.  "Kyle David Martin.  That's you," Matt
said as he finished looking at the paper.  He looked up at me.  "This is
one of the official training plans made up by Coach Collins.  I know, I
delivered this to your locker personally earlier this afternoon."

   "It can't be right," I protested.  Matt looked at me quizzically.  "I'M
NOT A LINEBACKER!"

   "Hey, I just do what I'm told," Matt countered, maintaining his temper.
"Coach Collins makes out the plans.  I deliver them.  That's the one I gave
you."

   There were twenty or so teammates working out in the weight room when I
left Matt's cubicle.  Everyone was watching me.  I guess I'd been too loud
when I talked with Matt.  I stormed off to find Coach Adams.  He'd be able
to clear up this mess.

   Coach Adams' office was dark.  I tried Coach Schroeder next.  His door
was closed and it was dark.  In desperation, I went to Coach Burton's
office.  The door was shut and there were no lights.  I looked up and down
the hall.  No coaches were in the building.  I headed for the reception
area.  Somebody must know what is going on.

   I stopped out front at our receptionist's desk.  "Do you know where
Coach Adams, or Coach Schroeder are?  Actually, where any of the coaches
are?"

   "Oh my, this is a bad time to look for them Kyle," Anna Beth replied
pleasantly.  "They're all out visiting recruits.  Next Wednesday is
National Signing Day.  They want to make sure all the recruits are ready to
sign with us."

   "Shit!" I spat out.  I knew Anna Beth was particular about our language.
"I'm sorry.  I was upset.  Someone gave me the wrong training plan and I
need to get the correct one."

   Anna Beth answered, "You should talk to Matt Sheppard.  I'm sure he can
help you out."

   "Thanks," I snapped as I headed back to the locker room.

   I was fuming.  What the hell was going on?  I know occasionally guys get
moved from offense to defense or vice versa.  Justin King started out as a
wide receiver half a dozen years ago and was switched to cornerback his
second year.  I understand about that.  Justin had been extremely
successful since the switch.  He made it into the NFL as a cornerback.

   I played some cornerback and safety in high school and could almost
accept them making that change for me.  We were going to be hard pressed to
make up for losing Aaron Morano's speed next season.  Linebacker?  I never
played linebacker in my life.  I wasn't built like a linebacker.  Why would
they want to take the fastest guy on the team, bulk him up and stick him in
a crowd of bodies?  It just didn't make any sense.

   I made a bee-line for Zack's locker when I got to the locker room.  He
was still there.  "Can we talk for a minute," I asked as I stopped in front
of his locker.

   "What's up Kyle?" Zack responded.

   "This," I said, shoving the training plan in his face.

   Zack took it, spent about fifteen seconds reading it.  "OH FUCK!" he
spat out.  "Not again!"

   "What again?" I asked.

   "My first year I was here I had this great wide receiver start school
with me.  He was fast and he had the sweetest hands.  I knew he and I were
going to set all kinds of records here." Zack faced turned to a scowl. 
"Then they pulled this shit on him!  Switched him to linebacker."

   "What did he do?" I asked.  "Transfer?"

   "No, he switched," Zack explained.

   I couldn't picture any of our seniors that played linebacker had ever
been a wide receiver.  "Who?"

   "Pete," Zack responded.  He pointed down the row of lockers at Pete
Klein.

   "Pete?" I queried in disbelief.  "Pete Klein?" Zack nodded yes.  Pete,
who looked up after hearing his name, shrugged his shoulders and nodded yes
too.

   "You wouldn't have recognized Pete four years ago.  He was a tall skinny
kid who could run like you wouldn't believe." Zack explained.  Pete came
down the row of lockers and joined us.

   Pete added, "I wasn't real happy about it at first but I adjusted.  They
call this place Linebacker U for a reason.  Ham, Buttle, Conlan, Collins,
Arrington, Short, Poluszny, Conner - they are very good at turning out
first class linebackers here."

   "But I've never played that position." I protested.

   "I hadn't either," Pete answered.  "It's worked out pretty good for me.
All-American this year, gonna make millions in the NFL.  I have no
complaints now about the switch."

   A dozen team members had gathered around us while we debated my fate. 
They commiserated with me but didn't have any solutions to this
development. Damian and I headed back to our dorms to get ready for dinner.
I was numb with shock.

   Damian joined Bev, Christian, Cindy, Alan, Kelly, Jen and me for dinner.
The girls did their best to brighten my spirit.  Kelly even managed to get
me to smile a couple times.  She could brighten anyone's mood.

   I sent off e-mails to my brother Andy, to Ed Fritz, to Jeremy North and
to Hal Long letting them know what was up with me.  I heard back from
Jeremy later that evening.  His response was, `It's about time you did some
honest work on the football field.' Ed's reply was a little more
sympathetic but he reminded me that years ago Penn State tried to recruit
future Hall of Fame quarterback Jim Kelly to play linebacker.

   By bedtime I was pretty much resigned to my fate.  I had said all year
that, `I'll do whatever it takes to help the team.' If I had to become a
linebacker, I'd become the best one they ever had!  Still, that didn't mean
I wasn't going to talk to Coach Adams as soon as he returned from his trip.

   My teammates teased me while I ate lunch with Kelly Wednesday.  They
wanted me to eat up so I'd grow up to be a nice big linebacker.  I let it
all slide by.  Wednesday after class I went over to the Lasch Building and
continued studying my wide receiver plays with Jared Cantrell.  What else
could I do?  I didn't know what Coach Keller, our linebacker coach, wanted
me to study.  I checked with Anna Beth at the reception desk in the Lasch
Building at the end of the day.  She said Coach Adams was due back from his
trip on Friday afternoon.

   Thursday went smoother.  In the morning my C I 295 group went to Penns
Valley Area High School.  I observed a drafting class, an algebra class and
another history class.  It was a good day.  Jared and I studied together
until dinnertime.

   I met up with Damian, Jay, Shawn Byrd, Trevor, Tony, and GJ at the
elevator when I got to my floor in Hartranft.  Damian waved to me and said,
"Join us Kyle.  We're heading for dinner."

   I glanced at my watch.  It was only 5:15.  I was supposed to meet Kelly,
Bev, and company at 5:30.  "It's too early.  I'll see you guys later."

   "Kelly?" Damian asked.  I nodded yes.  "You got it bad for that girl."
My only answer was a nod and a big grin.

   Damian was right.  I did have it bad for Kelly.  Being with her felt
just as natural as breathing.  Fortunately for me, Kelly appeared to feel
the same way.  Things just seemed to fall into place when we were together.
Hopefully I could make everything work on Saturday for our ski trip and our
date.

   Kelly was off-the-wall excited about our ski trip on Saturday when I saw
her before history class on Friday morning.  We talked about all the
details for the trip before Mr.  McDaniels started the lecture.  I secretly
hoped she was just as excited about our date on Saturday night as our day
of skiing.  We walked back to Pollock Halls together after history.  On
Fridays I had my EDTHP lab with Mr.  Wheeler at 12:20 instead of the usual
lecture by Dr.  Scott-Hall at 10:10.

   I went over to the Lasch Building after I dropped Kelly off at the front
of her dorms.  Coach Adams wasn't back from his trip yet.  Anna Beth said I
should check back later in the afternoon.

   Kelly and I had to grab a quick lunch Friday.  I headed over to 120
Thomas Hall for my EDTHP lab.  After the lab I headed to the Lasch Building
to study with Jared Cantrell.  Afternoons usually start out fairly quiet,
only a few team members around working out, studying video or using the
player's study rooms.  Today there were a lot more people around than
usual.

   I left Jared studying the video room at 3:30 and went to look for Coach
Adams.  He was in.  Finally!  I knocked at the door and called out, "Coach,
do you have a few minutes?"

   "Come on in Kyle," Coach Adams answered with a smile.  "What can I do
for you?"

   "Umm..." I said as I sat down.  "I was wondering if you could explain to
me why I'm being switched to linebacker next season."

   Coach Adams cocked his head and stared at me for a few seconds. 
"Linebacker?" The sounds of about a dozen of my teammates outside the
office laughing hysterically told all I needed to know.  I'd been punked.

   Coach Adams chuckled politely.  Zack Hayes, Pete Klein, Evan Foster,
Jay, Trevor and Aaron Morano poked their heads in the door.  Coach Adams
asked, "How many days did you keep him going?"

   Zack grinned and replied, "Four days."

   "Not a record," Coach Adams said.  He turned to me again.  "Is there
anything else you need Kyle?"

   "No Coach," I answered as I retreated from his office.  "Thanks for
clearing that up."

   I joined Zack, Pete, Evan, Jay, Aaron and Trevor outside the office
along with their co-conspirators Shawn O'Conner, Jake Washington, Karol
Zizka, Hassan Jackson, Anders Voight and JT Hill.  All of us headed down to
the player's lounge to talk about the prank.

   Zack and Aaron explained that this was a traditional one that was pulled
on a freshman every year.  Last season Tyler Madden, a free safety, was
going to become the team's new punter.  Two years ago Karol Zizka was set
up to become a quarterback.  Aaron claimed the best was three years ago
when they had Antwaan Booker convinced for almost two weeks that he had to
lose 70 pounds so he could play wide receiver.  Everyone had a good laugh
about the pranks.

   Jay commented, "It was great!  I almost died laughing when you stormed
Matt Sheppard's office and yelled, `I'M NOT A LINEBACKER!' I thought for
sure you'd see me laughing.  I'd never fall for something this silly."

   "Don't get too cocky Nicholson," Zack countered.  "It was a toss up this
year between Kyle become a linebacker and you becoming the new center for
our offensive line."

   Jay sputtered, "I'd never fall for something like that!" I didn't
believe him for one minute.  There guys were good at practical jokes.

   Before our group broke up I announced, "You guys all realize that
paybacks are hell.  I will get each and every one of you.  No one has more
experience than Boy Scout camp staff at pulling pranks.  You'll see."

   My friends promised me that I'd never be able to get them.

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   For the first time in a month my erotic dreams didn't feature Babe, the
girl from Disneyland.  Friday night my dreams featured a gorgeous, red
headed Irish lass from Pittsburgh.  It felt like I came by the gallon at
the climax of the dream when I made love to her.  I cleaned up the mess I
made in the middle of the night and went back to sleep hoping for more
dreams about Kelly.  I was so worked up in the morning that I had to jerk
off again before I could go to the shower.

   Kelly and I met for breakfast at 9 am at The Mix, the convenience store
in Pollock Commons.  We grabbed some breakfast sandwiches, drinks, and
snacks and then headed up Bigler Road to my car.  We had an inch or two of
snow overnight.  I hoped that should make for some nice skiing that day.  I
started the car up, loaded up my skis and the rest of our gear while Kelly
cleaned the windows on my Golf.  We climbed into my now warm car and took
off for our adventure.

   Tussey Mountain Ski Area was about twenty minutes east of State College
just off Route 322.  The ski area was starting to fill up when we arrived.
A mix of college kids, high schoolers and other locals made up the large
crowd.  The temperature was in the low twenties now, but was expected to go
up to 32 by midday.  Last night's storm had blown through.  It was clear,
crisp and sunny - a perfect winter day to be outside.

   We purchased our lift tickets and Kelly's rentals.  It took about twenty
minutes to get Kelly outfitted with boots, skis and poles.  We hit the
slopes to squeeze in as much skiing as possible in our day.

   Tussey Mountain isn't a large ski area.  During the day we explored
every single trail multiple times.  Kelly and I were well matched in
ability.  I probably was better than her before I blew out my knee, but I
was more cautious since my accident two years ago.

   We stopped for lunch and hot chocolate at midday.  After lunch we went
back to skiing.  I was impressed with Kelly's knowledge of how to dress in
cold weather.  She dressed in many layers, just the way I was taught in
scouts.  She unzipped a couple layers at midday when it warmed up.  She
zipped them back up to counter the chilling afternoon air when the sun sank
down below the mountain.

   Both of us were disappointed when 3:30 came and we had to head back to
campus.  We were having a blast on the slopes.  I helped Kelly turn her
gear in so I could retrieve my license.  We hurried back to campus so we
could shower and change for our date that night.  Our hands naturally came
together as we walked down Bigler Avenue to Pollock Dorms.  It felt perfect
holding hands with Kelly.  I agreed to pick Kelly up at her room at 5 pm.

   I showered, shaved and dressed in my best casual clothes for the date. I
used just a smidge of after shave the way my Dad taught me.  No sense in
announcing my presence to my date five minutes before I arrived.  My little
head did influence my preparations a little - I pocketed two condoms before
I left.

   Damian spotted me doing that.  "I suppose I shouldn't wait up for you?"

   "Oh, these?" I asked as I patted the condoms in my right pocket.  "I
don't expect that I'll get any chance to use these tonight.  I really like
Kelly and I'm not going to rush her."

   Damian asked, "What're your plans tonight?"

   "Dinner, a movie and maybe if Kelly wants to, we'll go to Zack and
Aaron's party.  How about you?"

   "I'm going out with some friends tonight.  Maybe I'll get lucky, who
knows?" Damian replied.

   "It would be nice if one of us got laid tonight," I said with a grin as
I left.  "It'll probably be you.  Kelly's a pretty serious Catholic.  I'm
not expecting more than a good night kiss."

   I walked across the quad to Beaver Hall.  I bumped into Christian in the
lobby.  We took the elevator to the third floor together.  I said to
Christian, "I hope we start running into each other this way in the
future."

   "Uh huh..." Christian answered, his face looking stern.  "You treat
Kelly properly.  She's a good girl."

   "I will be a perfect gentleman Christian," I replied.  I looked
Christian in the eye and added, "I want to make things work between Kelly
and me."

   We stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall.  Christian stopped
at room 317 and knocked.  I went down to room 316 and knocked at Kelly and
Jen's door.  Jen opened the door and said, "Come on in Kyle.  Kelly's
almost ready."

   Kelly was facing her closet when I came in.  She pulled a scarf from her
closet and turned towards me.  She was breath taking.  Kelly had on a silk
blouse and pleated tartan skirt.  Her red hair was down now.  She had it in
a pony tail while we were skiing.  The outfit accentuated her best assets,
her voluptuous breasts.  She looked like she belonged on the cover of
Vogue.

   "Wow!" I breathed.  "You look gorgeous."

   Kelly tied the scarf around her neck and said to me, "You clean up
pretty well yourself Kyle." I grinned at the compliment.  Kelly grabbed her
coat and we headed off.  We barely missed riding the elevator down with
Christian and Bev.  That was OK.  This was a night for Kelly and me to be
together.  We didn't need a crowd with us.

   We walked downtown holding hands the way we did earlier in the
afternoon. When we crossed College Avenue I asked, "Do you like Cajun?"

   "I don't know," Kelly answered.  "I've never had it."

   "We're going to Spats.  I had dinner there during the fall semester and
the food is excellent."

   "I heard it's expensive Kyle," Kelly said politely.  "We don't need to
go to somewhere fancy."

   "Nonsense," I insisted.  "I'm going out with the most beautiful girl in
town tonight.  We're not having burgers, we're eating someplace special."

   Kelly agreed.  We walked two blocks down College Avenue to the
restaurant.  Fortunately they weren't extremely busy.  The hostess was able
to seat us within a few minutes.  The waitress took our order for two iced
teas and left us menus.

   I explained what I knew about Cajun cooking while we perused the menu.
Both of us decided to have the jambalaya.  We filled the time while our
food was prepared with easy conversation and some of Spats' wonderful fresh
baked rolls.

   Kelly loved the jambalaya and I loved that she was willing to try new
things.  The meal passed too quickly.  I felt as comfortable on this date
as I did a year ago when Penny and I went out to dinner together.  The only
way to explain it that the two of us clicked - we matched.

   We walked back down College Avenue for the movie theater holding hands
again.  We found Pixar's latest animated comedy was showing.  We both
agreed on it.  It was the perfect movie for the evening - fun, light and
easy.  We found seats near the back.  I tentatively put my arm around
Kelly's shoulders as the movie started.  She sighed and laid her head
against my shoulder.  I laid my head along side hers and settled in for the
evening.  We shared our big tub of popcorn and drank our sodas (or pop -
Kelly's hometown of Pittsburgh is firmly in the third of the country using
that name for the carbonated beverage) as we enjoyed the show.  The movie
lived up to its billing.  It was the equal of Shrek, Ratatouille and some
of the other classic animated films.

   We walked hand in hand back to our dorms after the movie was done.  I
didn't know how Kelly felt, but I didn't want this day to end.  It had been
too good to be true.  When we were almost to Beaver Hall I said, "I guess
you might be tired after this long day or maybe you're tired of me after
putting up with me for the past thirteen hours.  I can walk you to your
room if you want..." I let the sentence hang there.

   "Or?" Kelly asked.

   "If you're interested, we could stop in at Zack Hayes and Aaron Morano's
party," I replied.  "They always have plenty of food and drink."

   "Should we crash their party?" Kelly asked politely.

   "Trust me, we wouldn't be crashing the party.  Do you want to go?"

   "Do you think I could get a drink?  I'm parched." Kelly asked.

   "Drink?  Do you mean beer?" I asked.  Kelly nodded yes.  "Sure, Zack
always has a well stocked bar."

   We headed for Zack's apartment.  Kelly was still a little doubtful. 
"Are you sure Zack Hayes won't mind us dropping in?"

   "I guess I need to explain my relationship with Zack."

   Kelly's eyebrows went up as she looked at me questioningly,
"Relationship?"

   "He's my mentor.  I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for him.  He
recruited me to play football when I was in eighth grade.  I wouldn't have
done it otherwise.  He spent every Saturday afternoon tutoring me that
summer, helping me get ready to play varsity football." Kelly nodded that
she followed me.

   "Zack claims I got him his scholarship to Penn State.  I don't know if
that's true but I do know my speed helped our team win a lot of games his
senior season.  I also know that Zack is directly responsible for me being
here today.  I wouldn't have played football if it hadn't been for Zack.

   "We're like this," I said, holding up two fingers crossed together. 
"Zack's family and my family have known each other for years.  We'll be
welcome at his party."

   Kelly and I headed up the street for Zack's apartment.  Jake Washington
welcomed us inside.  We greeted some of my friends as we deposited our
coats in the hallway and made our way to the kitchen for refreshments.  We
each grabbed a bottle of beer and headed to the living room to mingle with
the other guests.

   Christian and Bev put in an appearance at the party this evening.  They
only make it some weekends.  They were talking with Anders and his date,
Missy.  We talked for awhile as we finished our beers.

   Kelly and I excused ourselves and went back to the kitchen for more beer
when we finished our first ones.  Christian and Bev had taken off by the
time we got back.  We mingled among the other guests.  I wanted to
introduce Kelly to Zack Hayes but I couldn't find him downstairs.

   We were finishing our second beers when Zack and his girl de jour came
downstairs from his bedroom.  My sometime bed-mate Kimberly had won the
Hayes Sweepstakes that evening.  Zack and Kimberly headed for Kelly and me
when he spotted me across the room.

   I introduced everyone.  Kimberly and Kelly started to get to know each
other a little.  Zack leaned in close and whispered into my ear.  "I
wondered where you were tonight.  Nice catch." I nodded agreement.  "My
bedroom is free at the moment if the two of you want some privacy... you
know..."

   Zack gave me a wink.  I shook my head no.  Zack looked me in the eye and
arched his eyebrows.  I answered the look with a shrug.  "It's the first
date in what I hope will be a long relationship."

   Zack leaned in close again.  "You're crazy but suit yourself.  I don't
want to be tied down."

   "You'll understand someday buddy." I replied.  Zack nodded in
acknowledgement but I knew he didn't believe me.

   Zack, Kimberly, Kelly and I talked for a couple minutes before each
couple headed off to talk with other guests.  When Zack and Kimberly were
gone Kelly whispered to me, "Can you believe that Kimberly slept with Zack
tonight and she isn't his girlfriend.  How can she be so casual about
having sex?"

   I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Each person has their own way."
Kelly's comment confirmed what I expected.  I would definitely be sleeping
alone tonight.  I had such a great day and such a great week that I was
willing to be patient.  I had long ago decided I could wait until Kelly was
comfortable with me before we slept together.

   Kelly gasped and stiffened.  I looked up and saw her looking at the
stairs.  Missy was going upstairs followed by Anders.  He had his hand on
her ass cheek.  They obviously were heading for Zack's empty bedroom. 
"Missy too," Kelly murmured.

   "I'm sorry my friends shock you." I said.

   "You aren't expecting that we would be doing that are you?" Kelly asked.

   "No," I responded, shaking my head no to emphasize my meaning.  "All I'm
hoping for is a good night kiss when our date is over."

   "A kiss?  That is a possibility.  More?  No.  I'm not an innocent.  I
have been with a guy or two before, but certainly not on a first date." I
nodded my understanding.  "I guess it's the way I was raised." Kelly
explained.  I looked at her questioningly.  "You have to understand my
family and how I was brought up." I nodded.  "My parents are good Catholics
- very observant.  We go to mass every week, confession, and that whole
thing.  They sent me to parochial schools - priests, nuns, the whole nine
yards."

   "I knew that already." I said soothingly.

   "My parents didn't even let me date until I was a junior."

   "I'm having a great evening with you," I said, stroking her back. 
"Actually the whole day was a great day.  I just want to spend more time
with you and get to know you better."

   "I had fun today too Kyle."

   I glanced at my watch.  It was 11:30.  "Are you ready to call it an
evening?"

   Kelly winked and said, "Maybe one more drink first."

   "So you do have some vices." I teased.

   "What do you expect?  I'm Irish," Kelly stated, her baby blue eyes
twinkling.  We headed for the kitchen to get our night cap.  We drank our
beers as we talked with Jay and a girl that he introduced as Allison. 
Kelly was getting more used my friends' habits.  She didn't flinch as Jay
tried to sweet talk Allison into bed with him that night.  Jay was still
coaxing her when we bid them good night.

   Kelly and I put our arms around each other as we walked back to Beaver
Hall together.  It felt perfect to have another person close to me as we
walked back in the cold January night.  I hadn't felt this close to another
human being since Penny and I roamed the halls of our high school together
between classes last spring.

   I escorted Kelly to her room on the third floor.  She paused and faced
me when we got to her door.  I leaned closer.  Kelly said, "I had a
wonderful time tonight... ummm, actually I had a wonderful time all day
Kyle."

   "I did too," I said as I leaned in to kiss her good night.  Kelly moved
towards me until her soft, moist lips met mine.  A sharp tingle shot down
my spine when our lips met.  I pressed my lips to hers gently, desperate to
communicate my desire for her.  After a few seconds I slipped my tongue
between my lips and ran it outside along her lips.

   Kelly opened her lips immediately and met my tongue with hers.  Stars
exploded in my eyes when our tongues touched and began to explore each
other.  The kiss deepened as Kelly silently communicated her feelings back
to me.

   My cock reacted as you expect for a horny eighteen year old - it became
hard as steel nearly instantly.  I started to back off so I wouldn't shock
Kelly.  She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my body tight to hers as
the kiss continued.  Our tongues danced together.

   I know Kelly had to know I had an erection.  I'm not bragging or
anything.  I know I'm not the biggest guy around but still, I'm not small
either.  My erection was straining to burst out of my pants.  Kelly had to
know as it was pressing into her stomach.  She didn't seem worried about it
so I continued our kiss.

   Finally we had to break our lips apart for breath.  I simply stared at
this beautiful, sexy girl.  Kelly stared back into my eyes for a few
seconds and then said, "I should probably get to bed Kyle.  What time do
you want to meet for brunch tomorrow?"

   "Ah....  Ah....  11:30?" I gasped breathlessly.  Kelly nodded and
released my body.  We separated all of two inches.

   Kelly turned, unlocked her door, and looked back at me.  "Good night
Kyle," she said as she disappeared into her room.

   "Good night," I answered.  I pulled my coat down as low as possible to
hide my erection.  I made my way to my dorm was best I could because my
cock never went down.  I was that excited.

   Damian was still awake when I got back.  The desk light was on and he
was lying naked in his bed.  His semi-erect cock glistened in the
lamplight. It was obvious from the mess in his crotch that my roommate had
gotten lucky that night.  He hadn't cleaned up after his sexual escapade.

   Damian languidly rolled his head to face me and smiled as I undressed. I
was just peeling off my boxers when he said, "I see you didn't need those
rubbers tonight." My erection displayed my full seven inches proudly.  I
shook my head that I hadn't.  "I did," Damian explained unnecessarily. 
After a pause he added, "Screwing has got to be the best feeling in the
world."

   "That it is," I agreed.  "You ready for lights out?" Damian nodded his
agreement.  I shut off the light and climbed in bed naked.  "I've got a bad
case of blue balls.  I hope I won't disturb you too much."

   "No problem rooms.  Enjoy." Damian answered.

   I squirted a little ID Glide in my palm and went to work.  I only lasted
about sixty seconds before I exploded.  The first spurt rocketed out, arced
over my head and splattered my pillow above my head.  More cum landed on my
nose, chin, chest and then covered my stomach.  I let out a contented sigh.

   "Good night rooms," Damian said.

   "Good night," I answered.  I cleaned up my mess, rolled over and went
straight to sleep, temporarily satisfied.

   ------------------------------------------------

   I was in a buoyant mood when I finally woke up Sunday morning.  It was
nice to get up and not be hung over.  I headed over for a nice long hot
shower.  I thought about Kelly as the water cascaded down my body.  That
was to be expected.  I thought of little else other than Kelly for the past
week.

   I knew she was special.  I had felt this way before - twice.  The first
time was with my first girlfriend and lover, Penny Edwards.  The second
time was after Penny and I broke up in tenth grade when I fell for Julie
Simpson.  I wanted to reach that stage of intimacy with Kelly.

   I decided that I should play things slow and careful.  Kelly had told me
about her strict upbringing and religious education.  I didn't want to
scare her away from me.  I decided I would ask her for another date at
brunch today for next weekend.  Let her get comfortable with me over time.
Maybe we could build a long term relationship if I didn't rush her.

   I thought my chances were good if I was a proper gentleman.  Kelly's
reaction to our kiss told me that she certainly liked me and probably was
interested in developing a relationship too.  Damian was gone when I got
back to our room.  I headed for Pollock Commons a few minutes before 11:30
so I would have time to pick up a Sunday paper before I met Kelly.

   Kelly was in line at The Mix (the Pollock convenience store) when I went
in.  She gave me a 100 megawatt smile.  I grabbed a paper and joined her in
line at the cashier.  I gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek.  "Good morning!" I
said enthusiastically.

   "Good morning Kyle.  I hope you slept well." Kelly replied.

   I grinned and answered, "I did." Kelly and I conversed casually until it
was her turn at the cashier.  She paid for her latte with her eLion card. I
paid for my paper and we headed upstairs to the dining hall.  We went
through the line together.  I found us an empty table in the back of the
room where we could talk with some privacy.

   We hadn't been there more than a couple minutes when Jay, Damian and
Damian's friend Billy Robinson found us, plopped their trays down beside us
and had seats.  Christian, Bev, and Bev's roommate Cindy joined us a minute
later.  So much for my plan to have a quiet romantic brunch with Kelly.  I
accepted my friends with good grace.

   Banter swirled among my friends.  Jay bitched about only getting to
third base last night with Allison.  I teased Damian about getting laid. 
Damian countered that Billy had gotten well and properly screwed too last
night.  Christian and Bev barely blushed at the conversation.  Last fall
the barest mention of S-E-X turned both of them bright crimson.

   Jen showed up right in the middle of our discussion of everyone's
success (or lack thereof) in bed last night.  She slid into the empty spot
beside Kelly.  Kelly gave her a smile and teased, "It's about time you
showed up.  Our room was kind of lonely last night."

   Jen answered, "What can I say?  Alan's roommate went home of the
weekend."

   "You're so bad," Kelly teased.

   Jen stared across the table at me and asked, "Did you and Kelly take
advantage of the empty room last night Kyle?"

   "No!" I protested.  "This was only our first date.  We're not a couple!"

   This drew laughter from nearly everyone at the table.  Jen exclaimed,
"Not a couple!  You've got to be kidding.  All week it was: `Kyle said
this.' `Kyle did that.' `Doesn't Kyle have a cute butt?'" This drew a glare
from Kelly.  "Well, you did say that!  Wednesday night after dinner."

   Kelly protested, "You weren't supposed to say that around Kyle."

   Jen countered, "He does have a cute butt." I tried to protest that she'd
never seen my butt but Jen waved me off.  "Deary, football pants don't hide
anything.  YOU have a cute bubble butt."

   Damian said, "I sympathize Jen.  Twenty-four/seven I heard: `I'm going
to meet Kelly.' `Isn't Kelly great?' `Where should I take Kelly Saturday?'
On and on, non-stop." Damian stared at us and declared, "You two may not be
bright enough to realize it yet, but you've been a couple for the past
week."

   Kelly blushed.  I insisted, "We're not a couple." I paused for effect.
"Yet.  The two of us need to talk it over before you guys get to call us a
couple."

   Thankfully the conversation turned to other topics after that.  Kelly
and I made no move to leave the dining hall as our friends slowly drifted
away.  Jen was the last to leave, finally getting the hint about fifteen
minutes after we had finished our brunch.

   When she was gone I said, "I'm sorry our friends pressured you."

   Kelly gave me a shy smile and said, "It's all right Kyle."

   "I have been thinking a lot about you.  I would like to be your
boyfriend if you're interested."

   Kelly answered, "I've thought a lot about you Kyle." She hesitated.

   "But?" I asked.

   She pursed her lips and continued, "But....  You travel in a different
crowd than I'm used to.  Um....  a faster crowd.  I mean... well, if we
were a steady couple it doesn't mean that we'd be sleeping together right
away."

   "I'm patient.  That's fine." I explained.

   Kelly gave me another one of her megawatt smiles.  "This is why I'm so
unsure.  It's almost like I know two Kyle Martins.  The first one I see
around here and in class.  He's the sweetest, most considerate, politest
guy around.  I hear about the second one..."

   "From Bev?" I asked.

   "Christian through Bev," Kelly confirmed.  "The second one beds a
different girl every weekend.  I'm told he's just looking to get in a
girl's pants.  I don't know if I would like the second guy."

   "I won't lie to you.  Some of what you heard is true.  I've slept with
quite a few girls since I broke up with my high school girlfriend.  You saw
what our parties are like last night.  The girls are around and quite
willing to go to bed with you."

   Kelly nodded.  I continued, "You need to understand this - the girls
weren't looking for anything long term with us guys.  It was all casual. 
Hook up and have some fun.  I didn't seduce them, use them and then break
their heart by dumping them the next morning.  We all went into it knowing
that it was just a fling for the evening."

   Kelly was frowning.  I explained, "I did that for awhile.  I'm sick of
it.  I don't want to hop in bed with a stranger anymore.  I'm looking for
someone to spend time with, to share my life.  This week has been the best
week of my time in college.  That includes my week in California and
winning the Rose Bowl."

   Kelly finally said, "I've had so much fun with you this week Kyle.  Do
you think you could be satisfied with one girl?"

   "I know I could if the girl was you," I replied.

   Kelly gave me her megawatt smile again.  She asked, "Should we go and
tell our friends?"

   "They've practically got us married," I said with a wink.  "Do we need
to?"

   "No, I guess they'll figure things out on their own," Kelly said.  "Do
you have plans for this afternoon?"

   "Nothing special," I answered with a shrug.  "I was going to go back to
my room, relax and read the newspaper.  Would you like to join me?"

   "You know just how to sweet talk a journalism major, don't you?" Kelly
replied.

   We grabbed our coats, deposited our dirty trays in the clean-up area and
walked arm-in-arm back to my dorm room.  We settled in on my bed and read
through the entire paper, cover to cover, that afternoon.

   ------------------------------------------------

   Mentally I marked the 31st of January as a day to remember.  Kelly had
accepted me as her boyfriend.  I was the luckiest guy in the world.

   February flew by.  Kelly and I spent every minute together that we could
manage.  I had to put in my time for the football team and training.  Both
of us had to tend to our homework.  Time spent with Kelly went much too
quickly.

   Christian started joining Jared and me as we studied the playbook and
video.  We were making good progress through the playbook.  My plan was to
learn every play involving wide receivers by the time spring practice
started after spring break.

   One benefit to our new relationship was that I learned Kelly had a
mischievous mind to match mine.  She teamed with me to get each of the
practical jokers who tried to turn me into a linebacker the previous week.
JT Hill fell to my revenge first.

   Kelly helped me stitch JT's jock strap to his towel from his locker.  We
hoisted it at the flag pole in front of the Lasch Building Wednesday night.
Coach Burton arrived Thursday morning to find it proudly flapping in the
morning breeze.  Coach Burton ordered the towel, clearly marked "J.  T. 
Hill", lowered and replaced with the American flag that Kelly and I had
carefully folded and left at Anna Beth's desk out front.

   Coach Burton dressed down JT when he arrived at the Lasch Building in
the afternoon for his workout.  JT did figure out who was responsible.  I
was called into Coach Burton's office later.  Officially I was reprimanded.

   (Privately, Coach Burton had known about my "conversion" to linebacker.
He appreciated a good practical joke.  We shared a laugh at JT's expense.
He made me promise never to use the flag pole as a prop again.  I agreed.)

   My teammates and I celebrated on Wednesday night.  Our team had
excellent results on National Signing Day.  We had 19 new recruits sign
their letters of intent.  Chip Brinton signed with us.  Bruce MacCauley
from Medford, Pa.  was joining our wide receiver corps.  Charles Taylor
from Lancaster would add depth to our running backs.  The press rated our
recruiting class among the top ten in the country.  I sent off a
congratulatory e-mail to Chip when the celebration was over.

   ----------------------------------------------------------

   My C I 295 group went to Bald Eagle Middle School on Thursday for our
weekly visit.  I followed the Eighth Grade Gold Team around to Language
Arts, Math and Social Studies.  By my second period with the class, many of
the guys in the class were whispering and pointing my direction.  I had
been recognized.  A couple of the bolder guys asked for my autograph while
I was waiting in line to buy my lunch.  I obliged them.

   I was scheduled to put in a couple hours at the Natatorium on Thursday
afternoon after my C I class.  I headed up the mall from Sackett Building,
past the library and then west on Curtin Road from class.  I was walking
west on Curtin across from the Creamery towards the Natatorium when I heard
a female voice from across the street call out "Kyle!  Hey Kyle!"

   I looked up.  It was Babe, the girl I slept with a few weeks ago.  The
girl whose name I didn't know.  I nodded in acknowledgement and gave her a
little wave.  I hoped that would be enough.

   Babe cut diagonally across Curtin Road to intercept me.  I tried to give
her a smile that wasn't too sheepish when she reached me.  "You bad, bad
boy!" Babe exclaimed.  She swatted at my shoulder.

   She was smiling.  She seemed playful not ticked off.  That's a good
development.  I greeted her with a "Hey, how are you doing?"

   "I'm heart broken," she replied, mock pouting.  "You said you would call
me.  You never did." Oddly, Babe was smiling when she said it.

   "Ummm... uh, I'm sorry," I offered pathetically.

   Babe stared at me quizzically for a few seconds.  "You don't remember,
do you?"

   "I had a lot to drink Saturday night," I explained.  "I don't remember
all the details.  I do remember meeting you at Omega Chi.  I remember us
dancing together at the party." I paused for effect.  "I vividly remember
how nice it was waking up beside you on Sunday morning.  I'll never forget
making love to you that morning."

   "You don't remember the rest of Saturday night?" she asked.  I shook my
head no.  She was still smiling.  That was an encouraging sign.  "You don't
remember coming back to my room Saturday night?" I shook my head no again.
"How about boffing me three times?"

   "I'm sorry.  I was really drunk.  I just don't remember Saturday night
at your room.  I'm sorry about not calling.  It was a really shitty thing
to do."

   "You REALLY don't remember?" I indicated no.  "It took me half an hour
to coax you into coming back to my room.  I was drunk too and pretty hot
for your body.  You absolutely refused to come with me until I agreed that
it would a one night thing.  No future."

   "I'm sorry.  It was a lousy thing to do even if I made you agree to a
one night stand."

   Babe continued, "No apologies are required.  I'm a big girl.  A friend
of a friend said you were pretty good in bed.  When I met you at the party
I took my opportunity.  That friend was right.  You were dynamite in bed."

   "I'm glad you had fun," I answered.  I was curious what friend of a
friend knew how I performed in bed.  I let it go.  I had a girlfriend now
and didn't need to know who it was.

   Babe teased, "If you change your mind and decide you'd like a two night
stand, give me a call.  I'd be game for it."

   "That's a tempting offer, but I can't," I explained.  "I just started
dating someone a week ago.  I'm not available anymore."

   "Lucky her." Babe said.

   "There is a second problem with me giving you a call.  I was really,
really drunk that night." Babe nodded agreement.  "I don't know your name."

   "You don't know my name?" Babe repeated.  She let out a belly laugh. 
"I'm out to bag a football player and you sleep with me and don't even know
my name.  Aren't we a great pair?" She extended her hand to me.  "I'm
Andrea, Andrea Timmerman." The light bulb clicked on in my head.  We shook
hands.

   "It's good to officially meet you Andrea," I said.  "I may not remember
Saturday night, but I'll always remember making love to Andrea Timmerman on
Sunday morning."

   "Good luck Kyle.  Good luck to you and your very lucky girlfriend.  I
hope everything works out for both of you."

   "Thank you." I said.

   Andrea gave me a wink.  "On the other hand, if things don't work out
give me a call.  We could explore the possibilities of a two night stand."

   I grinned.  "If things don't work out with my girlfriend, I WILL give
you a call.  Andrea Timmerman, 503 Pinchot Hall.  I have it now."

   "Ms.  Timmerman" That had been a refrain in the background in my head
when I took Math 110.  We had been in the same lecture section for that
class.  Andrea was quite outspoken in volunteering answers to Dr. 
Gowavaram's questions during class.  In the first half of the semester I
was attached and hadn't paid attention to the available girls in the class.
After the mid-term I had to pay strict attention to Dr.  Gowavaram's
lectures to save my ass from flunking.  That is why I didn't recognize
Andrea earlier.

   I was glad that we could part as friends.  It could have been a very
ugly scene.  I was surprised that Andrea was out to bag a football player.
I guess it's fortunate that I was with Kelly now.  I didn't need to worry
about another girl who wanted to bag a football player.  Ruefully I
remembered having sex with Andrea without condoms.  I'd have been in deep
trouble if she had wanted a husband and a payday instead of a one night
stand.

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   Kelly and I studied at my room Thursday evening.  Damian went to the
Lasch Building right after dinner.  He planned to spend the evening over
there.  Kelly and I were well behaved most of the evening.  Our hormones
got the best of us around 9 o'clock.  We started making out but progressed
beyond that fairly quickly.  We ended up half naked.  I was allowed to
express my passion about Kelly's milky white breasts for the first time.  I
kept my passions under control, barely.  Kelly headed back to her room as
soon as we finished.  I jerked off shamelessly when she left.

   Centre County got hit by its third snow storm of the month Thursday
night.  Kelly and I decided to take advantage of the new powder.  On Friday
I did my training after history and before lunch.  Kelly and I took off for
Tussey Mountain as soon as we finished classes Friday afternoon.  We skied
until they closed the slopes at 10 pm.

   I had spent so much time with Kelly during the week that I had to spend
Saturday afternoon studying the playbook and video.  Christian and Jared
joined me.  We found Zack, Glenn and Jay in there reviewing video to,
getting themselves ready to run our offense in training in a few weeks.

   When we trooped in Zack Hayes looked up and commented, "Kyle, did you
get that girlfriend surgically removed?  I thought the two of you were
Siamese twins."

   "We're taking a few hours break from each other," I explained.  "I know
I have to take care of business."

   "As long as you remember that Kyle," Zack said.  I nodded in agreement.

   Jason teased, "I see you brought your acolyte with you." He pointed at
Jared, who looked like he was a deer caught in the headlight.  Jared wasn't
used to dealing with all the team members yet.  He stayed quietly in the
background so far this semester.  "Is the kid going to be worth shit on the
field when practice starts?"

   "I have no idea," I answered.  "Jared will know what to do on the plays
we've studied together." I turned to Jared.  "No offense.  I haven't seen
you play.  I don't know if you'll be any good on the field."

   Jared straightened up.  "I'll do fine on the field if I understand what
is going on."

   Jay grinned.  "I was just yanking your chain man.  I've thrown to him,
last year when he visited.  He'll be a good addition to our team." Jared
visibly relaxed when Jay gave his seal of approval.

   Christian, Jared and I took seats and spread our playbooks out so we
could get to work.  I leaned over to Jared and asked, "When did you catch
with Jay?  I didn't see you around here this fall."

   "I did an unofficial visit last April," Jared explained.  "That's when I
met Jason.  He helped out during football camp in June too."

   "That's cool," I responded.  "Christian and I did football camp together
the previous year.  I know it helped me a lot."

   "Football camp helped me a lot too," Christian added.  The three of us
went to work.  We spent two and a half hours studying plays and watching
video before we quit for the day.  Christian and Jared headed back to
Hartranft.  I squeezed in my workout for the day before I showered and
headed to my room.  I checked my e-mail before I left.  I had an
interesting one from Ed Fritz.

   Kelly and I planned to go downtown for a nice dinner before we headed to
Omega Chi Epsilon's party.  Cameron and Joel had wrangled another
invitation for me.  I picked up Kelly at her apartment at 5:30.  We headed
downtown together.  This week I didn't need to impress a new girl.  We
agreed on someplace comfortable - the Penn State Diner.

   Our conversation was free and easy as we enjoyed our burgers.  We
debated ideas for my revenge on some of the teammates.  Kelly and I came up
with a wicked plan to pull on Jay.  Operation Nicholson would begin late
Sunday night.  If things worked out, I'd get Jay by Monday evening.

   Kelly and I weren't in a hurry that evening.  We ordered grilled
stickies for dessert.  While we were relaxing over our coffee (Kelly) and
iced tea (me) I asked, "What are you doing for spring break this year?"

   "Sitting at home missing you, I expect." Kelly answered.

   "How would you feel about a little adventure?"

   "What did you have in mind?" Kelly asked.

   "My friend Ed Fritz goes to college at the University of Florida," I
explained.  "He found a campground where we could stay near the beach in
Panama City Beach.  It won't be too expensive if we camp out and cook for
ourselves.  How'd you like to spend the break swimming and tanning with me
and my friends?"

   "Florida for spring break?" Kelly asked.  She gave a laugh.  "I can just
hear my Mom and Dad now.  `You want to go WHERE?' `It just wouldn't be
proper for you to go down there un-chaperoned.' `The guys just want to get
you drunk and take advantage of you.' That's what they'll say."

   "We're adults, we're eighteen.  We should be able to do things on our
own."

   "Actually Kyle, I turned nineteen three weeks ago," Kelly replied.  "I
know what Daddy is going to say about it.  `It's much too dangerous. 
You'll get in trouble down there by yourself.' I know my Dad."

   "Hmmph," I snorted.  "Nothing is going to happen down there that can't
happen here any Saturday night." Kelly nodded her agreement.  "I think you
ought to try some guilt on them.  Say `Don't you think you did a good job
raising me?  Don't you trust me?' It should work."

   "It might.  Are you sure your parents will buy this trip?" Kelly asked.

   "I pretty sure.  If you forget about your parents for a minute, do you
want to go on spring break with me?"

   "I would like to do it Kyle," Kelly said, then she added, "...but I
wanted to visit my family a little too."

   "No problem," I replied nonchalantly.  "We could leave on Friday
afternoon when we finish classes.  I need to stop by Lancaster County on
the way.  Ed wants me to pick up his family's big tent and some other
camping gear he needs.  You can meet my family.  Then we'll drive straight
through to Florida.  We should be there by Saturday night.  The campsite is
a seven day reservation.  We'd leave the following Saturday and we can stop
by Pittsburgh on our way back to school.  You get to see your family and
they get to meet your boyfriend.  We get back here late on Sunday night. 
What do you think?"

   "I'll ask my parents.  It sounds do-able," Kelly promised.

   "Excellent!" I declared.  "By the way, happy belated birthday.  What day
is it?"

   "Thank you Kyle," Kelly answered.  "January 9th is my birthday.  When is
your birthday, so I don't miss it when it comes?"

   I explained, "My birthday is July 9th.  It's interesting that your
birthday is January 9th.  You have the same birthday as my brother Andy."

   We laughed about the coincidence.  I paid the bill and we headed for the
Omega Chi party.  It was early and the party was just starting when we went
inside with half a dozen other guests.  We found Cameron's older brother
Jacob first.  I introduced him to Kelly and thanked him for inviting us to
another party.

   Kelly and I found our way to the room with refreshments.  Omega Chi had
the delicious amber ale on tap again.  I promised myself to be careful this
time.  A couple glasses would be plenty tonight.  One of the brothers
poured me a large cup full of the brew.  I suggested, "You should try this
ale Kelly.  It's delicious." She took a cup full too.

   We headed back to the great room.  Kelly took one sip of her ale and
exclaimed, "Mmmmm... Troegs Hopback Amber Ale.  This is one of Daddy's
favorites."

   "You've had it before?" I asked.

   "Daddy let's me have a little occasionally," Kelly explained.

   I related my parent's feelings about alcohol and drinking.  We had a
good laugh about how different our parents were.  Kelly's were strict about
boys, dating and sex and permissive about drinking.  Mine were strict about
drinking and permissive about girls and sex.  We agreed both sets of
parents loved us in spite of their contrasting styles of parenting.

   We mingled a bit with the other guests.  We talked with Cameron and his
date Krystal for awhile.  Cameron asked us to participate in the Thon in a
few weeks.  Kelly and I had heard of it but didn't really know what it was
about.

   The Greeks on campus organized a dance-a-thon each February to raise
money for a new pediatric cancer pavilion at the Penn State Hershey Medical
Center.  His frat was looking for as much help as possible to solicit
donations for their dance couples.  The frat had two dance couples that
they planned to enter in the Thon.  The minimum donation was $2000 a
couple. Kelly and I agreed to help them out.

   After refills on the amber ale, Kelly and I started dancing.  Kelly was
an excellent dancer.  I managed not to step on her toes or embarrass myself
too much.

   We held each other close during the slow songs.  It was heavenly feeling
her soft, warm body pressed against mine.  I murmured to her, "You are a
wonderful dancer."

   "You very good too Kyle," Kelly replied just as the song stopped.  We
moved to the side of the room.

   "You're exaggerating my skill sweetie," I replied as we left the dance
floor.  "I'm barely competent.  I can tell you have taken dance lessons."

   "Six years of ballet," Kelly explained.  "I stopped when I started high
school.  My schedule was too busy to fit it in."

   "I hope you can put up with a tone-deaf, rhythm impaired boyfriend," I
teased.  "My best musical skill is sitting quietly in a corner and
listening.  I'm very good at that."

   "You don't give yourself enough credit Kyle," Kelly countered.  "You're
a competent dancer." I thought her faint praise was too generous.  "Let's
go get another beer.  I'm thirsty."

   "You sure?" I asked, as I followed her to the room with the kegs.  "I
had a couple already and this ale packs a punch."

   "You're a big boy.  You can handle it," Kelly insisted.  She grabbed my
hand and led me away.  "Careful twinkle-toes, don't trip over anything."

   The brother manning the tap poured each of us another big cup of the
ale. We took our drinks and headed back to join the partiers.  I'd finished
half of my ale when I spotted her -Andrea Timmerman.  Trouble at nine
o'clock.  Unfortunately Andrea spotted me.  She made a bee-line for us.

   "Kyle!" she exclaimed as she met us.  "It's good to see you.  This must
be your new girlfriend."

   "Andrea, hi," I replied warily.  "I'd like to introduce you to my
girlfriend Kelly O'Keefe." Kelly extended her hand to Andrea.  As they
shook I continued, "Kelly, this is Andrea Timmerman, a friend." What else
do you call the girl you fucked a few weeks ago to your girlfriend?  I
tensed to see what came of this encounter.

   The girls exchanged pleasantries politely.  I relaxed a little.  I found
out more about Andrea.  She was a sophomore studying to become a graphic
designer.  The conversation wound down after a couple minutes.  I noticed
Andrea glance around the room quickly.

   "It's so good to meet you Kelly!" Andrea declared.  "You're the luckiest
girl around." She looked around the room again.  "I've got to mingle.  The
boy taking me home tonight doesn't know it yet.  I know you're in for fun.
Isn't it amazing the things Kyle can do with his tongue?"

   I cringed.  Kelly got the funniest look on her face.  Andrea continued,
"When he hit my clit that night....  Well, he sent me into orbit.  Have fun
tonight.  I've got to find myself a man." With that Andrea flitted off.

   I cringed.  I expected Kelly would be upset to run into one of my old
conquests.  I stared back at Kelly and tried to spit out an apology.  "I'm
sor..."

   I expected Kelly to be angry or shocked.  Instead she looked intrigued.
"Do you really lick a girl's clitoris?  All the guys I know think it's
disgusting."

   "I enjoy it," I said.  "I'll have to show you some time.  I know you'll
enjoy it."

   "I'm sure I would Kyle," Kelly said.

   "Doesn't it bother you running into someone I slept with before?" I
asked.

   "Both of us have a past," Kelly explained confidently.  "You've been
with other girls.  I've been with other guys.  Would you make a big deal of
it if you ran into my ex from high school?"

   I agreed I wouldn't.  We finished our beers, thanked Jacob Miller for
letting us drop by his party, and walked back to our dorms.  I thought
about how lucky I was to have found Kelly.  Her feelings about girls I had
slept with in the past was very healthy.

   Kelly and I gave each other our most passionate good night kisses
outside her dorm room door.  One kiss led to another.  I felt up Kelly's
gorgeous breasts (outside her clothing) as we continued kissing.  Both of
us were breathless and horny as hell by the sixth "good night" kiss.  Kelly
broke away and said, "Let me see if Jen's back." She slipped into her room
for a second while I waited.  I adjusted the big lump in my pants so it was
less constrained.

   Kelly popped her head a couple seconds later.  "Jen's still out with
Alan.  We can continue this with more privacy in here," Kelly said
breathlessly.  "We can't go all the way tonight Kyle.  I'm not ready, the
timing is wrong."

   "Sure.  Whatever you say," I pledged.  "You're in control." I'm a guy.
What else would you expect me to say?

   I slipped into my girlfriend's room quickly.  The room was lit by one
desk lamp.  It gave the room a softer feeling than you could get from the
harsh fluorescents overhead.  Kelly took off her coat and started undoing
her blouse.  I followed her lead.  I was bare-chested by the time Kelly
started unhooking her bra.  I started undoing my pants.

   Kelly left her bra hanging loosely over her breasts when she saw me
start on my pants.  She reached over and grabbed my hand.  "Only above the
waist tonight Kyle.  If I let you go further I won't be able to stop
myself." I nodded acceptance.

   Kelly shucked off her bra, reached her hand to mine and backed up to her
bed.  She lay down and pulled me down beside her.  We kissed, caressed each
other and rubbed together.  The minutes stretched on as we made out
together.  Kelly loved it when I kissed her breasts and teased he nipples
with my tongue and lips.  She returned the favor to my nipples.  Very few
of the girls I had been with knew how much a guy loves that.

   My cock was hard as steel throughout this time.  Kelly turned things up
a notch after fifteen minutes of above the waist explorations.  She slipped
a hand down and explored the contours of the bulge in my pants.  I let her
explore while I made love to her right breast.  Kelly stroked up and down
the lump in my pants then she cupped and played with my balls.

   After a few minutes I slipped my hand down between her legs to return
the stimulation.  Kelly opened her legs to give me better access.  I could
feel the juices were soaking through her panties and making her jeans damp.
We continued stroking each other as we kissed.

   My cock was desperate to be let out of the confines of my jeans.  I
pulled my hand away from her womanhood.  Kelly sighed between kisses,
"Don't stop that." I rubbed her belly a few times and then slipped my hand
down again, trying to slide it inside her jeans and panties.

   Kelly jerked away.  The hand stroking my lump intercepted my hand in her
pants.  "NO Kyle.  That's too far tonight." I allowed her to pull my hand
away.  "It's too soon for that.  If I let you keep going, I'll end up
letting you go all the way tonight.  I'm not ready now."

   We made out for a few more minutes, but my forwardness had broken the
mood.  When we finished Kelly told me, "Thank you for being a gentleman
tonight.  We'll go further soon, but not tonight."

   I gave my girlfriend a final kiss before we parted.  I sported a massive
erection when I left.  I hid it as best I could as I made my way back to
Hartranft Hall.

   Damian was asleep when I got back.  I stripped down, lubricated my
hard-on, and brought myself to a massive cum quickly.  Hopefully Kelly
would come around soon.  I was getting frustrated.

   (To be continued)

   Chapter 14

   ==========

   Kelly and I got to the dining hall on Sunday morning for brunch before
most of our friends.  It gave us a little privacy to talk.

   "I'm sorry about putting you off last night Kyle," Kelly said
apologetically.  "I hope you weren't too frustrated when you went back to
your room."

   "I took care of myself when I got back," I answered.

   "I know how you felt.  I had to play with myself after you left," Kelly
explained.

   "I wanted to help you with that," I responded.

   "I know you did and that was what worried me," Kelly explained.  "If I
had let you, I'm sure it would have felt wonderful.  I'd have lost control
of myself and let you go too far."

   "I would have stopped any time you were uncomfortable."

   Kelly smiled, "I know you would have.  Thank you for being so patient
with me." She winked.  "That's why the day we go further is getting closer.
Much closer."

   "We could skip the ski weekend next weekend," I offered.  "We can ski
anytime." I had invited Kelly to go with me to my Venturer Crew's annual
ski trip to the Poconos with me.

   "No, I want to meet some of your friends.  I'm looking forward to the
trip," Kelly said.  She grinned and added, "I guess there's no chance of
the chaperones looking the other way and giving us some privacy."

   "I want the first time we make love to be special.  I don't think a
cabin with 20-30 kids in it is the right place." I said.

   "No I guess not," Kelly confirmed.  I spotted Damian and Billy heading
our way, so we changed the conversation to less personal things before they
arrived.  Soon our usual crowd of friends filled our table.

   Kelly and I spent part of the afternoon together in her room reading the
newspaper and relaxing together.  We headed downtown later for step two of
Operation Nicholson - obtaining the supplies.

   My girlfriend could be devious when she wanted to be.  She left word
with her younger brother in the afternoon.  He was to text her after
dessert was served at the family's Sunday dinner.  Mrs.  O'Keefe always
made a fancy Sunday dinner.  Kelly expected her dad to be fat and happy by
the time dessert was served.

   Kelly and I were hanging out in her room when the message came after our
dinner.  She called home immediately and asked to talk to her dad.  She
needed ten minutes of sweet talking, cajoling and reasoning before she had
permission to go to Florida with me for spring break.  It was enlightening
to watch `Daddy's little girl' work on her dad.  I sent Ed Fritz an e-mail
letting him know Kelly and I would be going to spring break with him in a
month.

   I offered to work out with Jay later that evening.  I needed to make
sure I knew when he finished his evening workout.  It wouldn't do for him
to catch me in the act later that night.  I tried not to smile when Jay
spread his Tiger Balm heat ointment on his muscles when we were finished
with our workout.  He swore the stuff worked miracles for him after
workouts.  Jay and I played a couple games of pool after our workout and
then headed back to the dorm for bed.

   I went back out around 10 pm, bringing my tube of toothpaste along.  I
stopped off at my car to grab the large irrigation syringe in the first aid
kit in my car trunk.  I headed straight for the locker room when I reached
the Lasch Building.  The locker room was dark and deserted as I expected. I
turned the lights and headed over to Jay's locker.  His Tiger Balm was
sitting on his shelf as always.

   I grabbed the ointment and went over to the trash can.  I was emptying
the contents of the tube into the trash when someone called out, "Mr. 
Martin, what do you think you're doing?"

   I turned.  It was Joe, the night watchman.  "Do you remember a few weeks
ago when I `switched' to linebacker?"

   "Yeah," Joe answered, chuckling.  "You'da made a mighty funny looking
linebacker."

   "It's payback time," I explained.

   "Just what do you have in mind for Mr.  Nicholson?" Joe asked.

   I held up the tube of toothpaste and the syringe.  He grinned and said,
"I guess I don't see nothing.  It might'a been different if you'da planned
to put that ointment in his toothpaste tube."

   "I don't want to hurt him, just make him think twice before he pulls
another prank on me."

   "Good night Mr.  Martin.  I have to finish my rounds and go back to my
office so I can make a note in my log.  `Finished rounds at 10:18 pm -
All's quiet.' That should do it right?"

   "Perfect Joe" I replied.  "Thanks for keeping quiet."

   Joe walked off, muttering "I don't see nothing." He turned when he
reached the door.  "Make sure you turn out the lights when you're done NOT
being here Mr.  Martin."

   "You got it Joe." I replied.  I went back to emptying the Tiger Balm in
the trash.  I pulled the syringe apart and filled it to the top with white
toothpaste.  The color and consistency was perfect.  I quickly filled the
Tiger Balm tube to the proper level, capped it, and returned it to Jay's
locker.  My buddy was in for a surprise when he finished Monday's workout.

   --------------------------------------------------- I hoped to go over
to the Lasch Building with Jay on Monday when he worked out.  It didn't go
the way I planned.  Kelly and I were eating lunch when Jay plopped his tray
down beside us and asked, "I don't suppose you know anything about my
sticky surprise when I finished working out this morning?"

   I feigned innocence.  "I don't know what you mean."

   "Toothpaste in my Tiger Balm tube," Jay replied.  He turned towards
Kelly.  "I suppose you were his accomplice."

   She giggled and tried to give him an innocent smile.  "I have no idea
what you're talking about Jay."

   Jay shook his head.  "All I want to know is how did you get the
toothpaste in the tube?"

   "Trade secret," I answered, giving him a wink and a grin.  "A Boy Scout
is always prepared."

   Fortunately Jay wasn't too mad about needing a second shower after he
smeared toothpaste all over his calves, thighs and back.  All of us shared
a good laugh about the latest prank.  Jay tried to get information from
Kelly and me about who our next victim would be.  We kept our secrets.

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   The week flew by for both Kelly and me.  We spent time at the library
helping each other research papers for History 2.  We hung out together
while we worked on home work every evening.  We even found time to make out
a little on Wednesday night when Damian was gone most of the evening. 
Kelly kept me well under control, nothing below the waist again.  She
promised we would progress further soon.

   Kelly helped me brainstorm ideas for the practical jokes I wanted to
pull on all the guys who were responsible for my football position
`change'. By the end of the week I had gotten Evan Foster, Trevor Conwell,
Karol Zizka and Shawn O'Conner.  Nothing vicious, just `misplaced' shower
slippers, unusual shampoo, the bath towel that turned into a dish towel in
the middle of a shower, you know... that sort of thing.

   My attempts on Zack Hayes, Aaron Morano and Anders Voight fell short. 
Veteran players seemed more cautious than their younger teammates.  I
probably should have started with those three veterans as they seemed
better prepared; thanks mostly to their experience and the examples of the
other victims of my revenge.

   Kelly and I got to work on raising funds for the Thon to help Omega Chi.
Kelly had raised about $160 in pledges and cash by the end of the week.  I
was slightly ahead of her with $175, mostly from my teammates.  That all
changed on Thursday afternoon when I hit up Aaron Morano when he finished
his daily workout.

   "Sure thing Kyle," Aaron said, smiling.  "The Thon is an excellent
cause. I always give." He pulled a ten dollar bill out of his wallet,
started to hand it to me and then stopped.

   I looked at him questioningly.  "I'm thinking like a college student,"
Aaron explained.  "You have a pledge book, don't you?" I nodded yes.  "All
three guys I am interviewing for my sports agent agree I will be a
millionaire by summer.  It's time for me to start paying back." He put the
ten dollar bill back in his wallet.

   "Thank you Aaron," I said automatically.  I handed the pledge book to
him.  I expected he might give $50 or $100.  Aaron filled out the sheet
with his name, contact information and pledge amount.

   "This should help," Aaron said when he handed it back to me.

   I looked at it.  My eyes nearly popped out of there sockets.  Aaron had
put down a pledge of $2000, payable next August.  "Oh my God!  Are you sure
about this?"

   "Football has been very good to me," Aaron replied.  "It's the least I
can do.  My first paycheck will cover this a thousand times over."

   "It's very generous Aaron.  Thank you." I replied.  I got up to leave
but Aaron waved for me to stop.

   "Give me the pledge book for ten minutes," Aaron asked.  "I know a
couple more teammates I can hit up for you."

   "Thanks Aaron," I replied.  I waited ten minutes while Aaron twisted a
couple arms.  Aaron convinced Pete Klein to match his $2000 pledge. 
Antwaan topped them both.  He promised the Thon $5000 next summer.

   Kelly and I took our collections and pledge book over to Omega Chi after
dinner on Thursday.  Jacob Miller was astonished at our results for only
one week of soliciting.  He thanked us for the help.  Space on the Thon
dance floor in the Bryce Jordan center was limited.  This additional money
should clinch space for a second dance couple for the fraternity.

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   Kelly and I were psyched up for our ski weekend.  I checked in with my
family Thursday evening to see about the final arrangements.  I knew my
sister Liz would be there with her boyfriend Nick but Andy wasn't going as
he had to work.  Joe Baer, the crew advisor, e-mailed me directions to the
scout camp were we would be staying.  Kelly and I would meet the crew there
later on Friday night.

   Both of us were anxious to leave on Friday but had to wait impatiently.
Joe Baer said the crew was leaving at 6:30 from my church.  Joe expected
they would arrive at the scout camp around 9:30 pm.  I did my daily
work-out after class while Kelly did some of her homework.  We had dinner
with our friends in the dining hall.

   We met outside Beaver Hall after dinner.  I had packed my weekend things
in my backpack.  Kelly met me carrying a large sports duffel bag.  We
headed across Pollock Road and up Bigler Road to my car.

   Kelly looked over at me while we were walking and asked, "Why did you
bring your backpack to school?  It must take up a lot of room and you won't
have much use for it here this semester."

   "Sure I will," I countered.  "I'm taking a course in backpacking this
semester."

   "You are?" Kelly asked, perplexed.  "You haven't said anything about
that class since we started going together."

   "Backpacking doesn't start until the middle of March." I explained.

   "Really?" Kelly asked.  Her eyes lit up.  "I wonder if it is too late to
sign-up for it."

   "Check with me on Sunday.  I can give you the name of the professor. 
Maybe we could take the course together."

   "I'd like that Kyle," Kelly replied.

   "I figure it will be a good way to squeeze in some camping this spring
and an easy way to get 1 ½ credits," I added.

   "I hope there is space," Kelly said wistfully.  "I miss camping so
much."

   I hoped it would work out for Kelly.  The thought of spending a few
weekends in the spring with my girlfriend was attractive.  We loaded our
things in the back of my car and headed off for the Poconos.

   Kelly and I found yet another thing we had in common on the two and half
hour drive to the camp - music.  I was the luckiest guy the world.  How
could anyone else ever have so much in common with another person?

   I headed up Route 26 to Bellefonte, hopped on I-80 and drove east across
the state.  Kelly helped me with the directions when we got close to the
camp.  We found the camp easily working together.  I checked in at the
headquarters.  The campmaster sent us down the hill to the cabin assigned
to our crew.  I parked my car in the parking lot.  Kelly and I gathered our
things and walked to our cabin.

   I spotted a familiar face out on the porch as we approached the cabin.
When we got close, I called out, "Hey Dad.  It's good to see you.  What are
you doing here?"

   "Hi Kyle," Dad said as he smiled and turned to face us.  "Mr.  Sauder
was supposed to drive this weekend but had a conflict.  I was drafted last
night to come this weekend."

   "It's good to see you," I said.  Dad and I hugged when I reached the top
of the stairs.

   Dad gave me a wink.  "This gives me an opportunity to meet this
wonderful girlfriend you have been raving about." Dad gave Kelly a quick
check.  "Are you going to introduce us?"

   "Sure," I said, pulling free of Dad's hug.  "Dad, I'd like to present
Kelly O'Keefe, prettiest girl at Penn State." Dad and Kelly shook hands. 
"Kelly, this is my Dad, Dan Martin."

   "It's very nice to meet you Mr.  Martin," Kelly gushed.  "Kyle has told
me so much about you." Kelly gushed.

   "You can call me Dan, Kelly," Dad replied.  "We're not formal in our
family.  It's very nice to finally meet you.  Kyle has been quite effusive
in his praise of you."

   "I see where your son gets his way with words.  You're too kind." Kelly
said.

   "Come inside," Dad said.  "We'll find you a bunk and introduce you to
the gang.  I hope you're not shy.  This bunch can be a handful."

   Kelly replied, "They can't be any worse than my Venturer Crew from back
home."

   We went inside.  The cabin was as chaotic as you would expect with a
group of 14-17 year olds.  Dad said they arrived about ten minutes ahead of
us.  The girls were bunking in the back room.  The guys were jostling for
spaces in the bunks in the front room.

   Matt Sauder yelled, "Hey!  Kyle's here," when he spotted me.  Matt's
greeting was echoed across the room with more greetings of "Hi Kyle," "Good
to see you," and "Glad you're here man."

   Eric Connell walked over to me, gave me a slap on the shoulder.  "It's
damn good to see you Kyle," he said, grinning.  "It's been too long." We
shook hands.  Eric and I hadn't seen each other since we worked together
for the summer at scout camp.  Samantha Hoover, Eric's long time girlfriend
joined us.

   I introduced Eric, Sammy and Kelly to each other.  Eric waved to Heather
Miller to join us.  I knew from my sister Liz's e-mails that Eric had been
elected president of the Venturer Crew last September.  Sammy served as his
vice president and Heather was the crew treasurer.

   Kelly and I paid Heather the money we owed for the weekend and Sammy
showed Kelly an available bunk in the other room.  Eric pointed out a bunk
in the back of our room farthest from the wood stove that heated the cabin.
That's what I get for being a few minutes late arriving.

   I stowed my gear and laid out my sleeping bag so the fibers could fluff
up and keep me warm for the night.  I turned and checked out the guys who
made the trip.  Matt Sauder, Cody Stevens, Dave Mitchell, Ryan Kauffman,
Josh Strickler, Dylan Mentzer and Jared Crisp all made it.  These kids
started Boy Scouts three years when Ed Fritz and I were their troop guides.

   I always thought of these guys as `just little kids'.  It was time for
me to update my attitude.  Most of the guys were in their growth spurt. 
None more than Matt Sauder.  He looked almost as tall as me, maybe an inch
shorter.  Dave Mitchell was close behind him.  Dave used to be a little
pudgy.  All the baby fat was gone and he was tall and lean.  He looked
good. The other freshmen I knew were growing too, but not as much as Matt
and Dave.

   Jake Kring, Mark Good and Paul Abbott had the best bunks in our room of
the cabin, right by the woodstove.  That fitted their rank and seniority in
the Venturers.  All of them were seniors in high school.

   I spotted Eric and Andy's friend Troy Smith.  He was hanging with Nick
Hoover, my little sister's boyfriend and another guy I didn't know.  I
assumed he was Nick or Eric's age too.

   The Baers weren't in sight at the moment.  They probably were dealing
with check-inn with the campmaster.  Mr.  Stevens was hanging out with my
Dad, trying to stay out of the way.

   Kelly returned to the main room accompanied by my sister Liz.  "I met
your sister," Kelly explained.  "Elizabeth is a real sweetheart." Liz
smiled with pride.

   "She's nice in small doses," I countered, giving Liz a wink.  "Sometimes
little sisters can be a pain in the neck."

   "So can big brothers," Liz replied.

   "Speaking as one little sister to another," Kelly agreed.  "Big brothers
can be a big pain in the ass." Kelly gave me a hug and a quick kiss.  "I do
like him anyway."

   Liz asked Nick to come over.  She introduced her boyfriend and my
girlfriend.  Liz's best friend Annie came over and joined us.  She dragged
Matt Sauder along with her.  She introduced Matt as her boyfriend.  Matt
gave us a sheepish grin.

   Eric and Sammy organized the evening cracker barrel (bedtime snack). 
Joe, Justin and Sherry returned from checking us in and the Friday night
leader's meeting.  I introduced them to Kelly while we waited for the horde
of kids crowding around the trays of snacks to eat their fill.  Kelly and I
talked with the Baers until bedtime.  Kelly seemed to hit it off with Joe,
Justin and Sherry.

   Joe Baer sent everyone to bed at 10:30 pm with a reminder that we'd be
up early on Saturday morning.  Kelly and I joined the other adults out to
the porch to relax and talk for a little while until the cabin got quiet.

   I thought Barb Baer stayed home to watch Betsy and Justin's boys, Billy
and Wesley, but they all were at Joe and Justin's parents this weekend. 
Barb had the weekend to rest and relax.  She was seven months along with
child.  Joe said their first son was due on May 12th so Kelly and I
congratulated him.

   We talked for half and hour.  Joe had to go back inside to quiet the
kids a couple times before they finally went to sleep.  I remembered how
keyed up kids were on the first night of a camping trip.  Our bull session
on the porch broke up around 11:30.  We headed to bed after that.  I made
sure to beat Dad to sleep.  That's important when you sleep near him, so
you don't have to listen to his snoring.

   Justin woke everyone up at 6:30 am on Saturday morning.  Eric Connell
got the kids responsible for breakfast working immediately.  By 7:00 am we
were eating our cold cereal and Danish and drinking our milk and orange
juice.

   Dad had room in the family van for Kelly and me, so we piled our ski
stuff in and joined Dad, Liz, Nick, Annie and Matt.  We arrived at the ski
area around 7:45 am.  Dad and Mr.  Stevens found a table in the lodge where
all the skiers left their extra clothes and lunches.  Justin and I took the
kids with their own equipment downstairs again to get dressed.  Joe, Sherry
and Kelly took the rest of the group to get outfitted with their rental
equipment.

   Justin and I hung out by the door from the rental area while the other
skiers hit the slopes.  A steady stream of Venturer Crew members trickled
out and joined the others on the slopes.  Sherry, Joe and Kelly came out
last.  Kelly and I decided to ski with Justin, Joe and Sherry.  Joe and
Justin flew down the hill like maniacs on the first run.  Sherry, Kelly and
I followed at a slightly saner speed.

   Joe and Justin were waiting at the bottom of the run for us.  Justin
teased, "Where'd the dare devil I remember that used fly down the hill with
his friends go?"

   "The dare devil retired two and half years ago," I countered.  "You
should know.i You helped carry me off the field after I ruptured my ACL
that night."

   "You hurt your knee Kyle?" Kelly asked.  "Is that why you have those
small scars?"

   "Hurt my knee?" I answered.  "No honey, I destroyed my knee." While we
rode the lift up the hill again I explained about that ugly night two and a
half years ago when I was covering Christian Hunsecker and we got tangled
up with each other.

   "I had no idea Kyle," Kelly said.  "I guess you're lucky you are still
able to play football."

   "No, I wasn't lucky," I explained.  "I had an excellent surgeon to
repair my knee and a great physical therapist."

   As the quad chair delivered us to the top of the hill, Justin added,
"Kyle worked his ass off rehabbing.  I've never seen anyone more determined
to get back on the football field than your boyfriend."

   As we skied away from the lifts Kelly said, "I like that about him." Joe
and Justin led the way down the hill, followed by me, Kelly and Sherry.  We
continued our skiing runs, talking as we waited in the line at the bottom
of the hill, riding up together, and then skiing down.

   We finally took a break around 12:30 for lunch.  Joe, Justin and Sherry
found the lunches they brought from home.  Kelly and I went through the hot
lunch line in the lodge for our meal.  We took open seats by Dad and Mr. 
Stevens.

   I caught up on the Stevens family news over lunch.  I hadn't seen or
heard of Rob Stevens, Cody's older brother and my brother Will's best man
since Will's wedding last spring.  He and Cindy Jacobs finally set their
wedding date for September 18th.  Rob liked his job as a production
assistant at Channel 27 in Harrisburg.  Cindy was working for the state
Department of Conservation of Natural Resources.

   Joe, Justin, Sherry, Kelly and I hit the slopes again after we finished
lunch.  Joe wore out mid-afternoon.  Justin and I both teased him about
being an old fart now that he was over thirty.  He joined Dad and Mr. 
Stevens inside until dinner time.

   Our tables were full of kids when we came in for dinner.  Kelly and I
managed to squeeze in at the end of the table with Jake Kring and Morgan
Wentz.  Jake was signed, sealed and delivered to Syracuse University for
next season.  He signed his letter of intent to play football for them on
National Signing Day.  Morgan had been accepted by early admission to the
University of Virginia.  They planned to continue dating for the rest of
the school year and hopefully stay friends when they split up when college
started in the fall.  I encouraged them to do that.  It beat the hell Penny
and put ourselves through last fall.

   Kelly and I went back out to ski some more with Joe, Justin and Sherry
when we finished dinner.  We skied for a couple hours, until the slopes
started to ice up.  I helped Kelly return her rentals and then headed back
to our table in the lodge.  We hung out with Justin, Joe, and Sherry,
talking while we killed the hour we had until the kids were due back for
the evening.  You know how kids ski, it doesn't matter if it's is icy,
slushy, or powder.  They'll ski as long as there aren't too many rocks
exposed on the trails.

   One of the stories I told to pass the time was about my "conversion" to
linebacker last month.  Justin particularly enjoyed hearing about it.

   "Hayes did that?" Justin exclaimed.  He paused and chuckled, undoubtedly
envisioning me trying to shed the block of some 300 pound center or pulling
guard so I could make a tackle.  "Wait'll I see Hayes at Sam's wedding. 
Linebacker!?!" Justin shook his head and chuckled again before he asked,
"What are you doing for pay-back?  You can't let this go unanswered."

   "Believe me, I'm not," I explained.  Kelly and I went on to describe all
the pranks we'd pulled on the other guys involved in my "conversion".  My
friends enjoyed hearing about the inventive ways we paid each guy back.  I
concluded with, "It's getting harder to get the guys.  I have three left
and they've all been with the team three or four years.  They've seen too
many pranks already."

   Justin asked, "Who's left?"

   "Zack, Aaron Morano and Anders Voight," I replied.

   "I don't know Voight," Justin said.  "I know Morano, maybe I can help
there.  Hayes should be easy.  We know so much about him.  We should be
able to come up with a really wicked plan to get that dude." Justin
straightened up.  "Tell me more about Morano.  Let's work out a plan for
him first."

   I proceeded to fill Justin in about what I knew about Aaron.  I had
forgotten that Justin had met Aaron already, at a few of the Wolverines'
playoff games over the past three years.  I told him about Aaron's
experiences as a football player, his girlfriend, his apartment, his car,
his NFL prospects - everything I knew about Aaron James Morano.

   Justin and Joe helped come up with a plan - far more fiendish than
anything Kelly and I would have come up with.  The idea gave me pause.  I
asked, "Should we really be fooling around with the man's career?"

   "Why not?" Justin asked confidently.  "Didn't he fool around with
yours?" I nodded agreement.  "It seems like a fair pay-back to me."

   I had to agree with Justin.  Switching me to linebacker did affect my
education and future career plans.  Justin gave me a list of things he
wanted to know about Aaron before we sprang our plan on him.  The actual
execution would wait until after Aaron got back from the NFL Scouting
Combine in Indianapolis in a few weeks.

   Justin promised to think some more about the best way to pay back Zack
Hayes for his role in my "conversion." Kids were starting to come in from
skiing by then.  Joe and Justin switched back to their roles of crew
advisors, directing kids to return rentals, pack their gear and get ready
to return to our cabin at the scout camp.  Thirty minutes later the chaos
was tamed.  Everyone had their rentals returned, personal things packed,
and all Venturers accounted for.  We loaded up in the four vans and
returned to camp.

   Eric Connell had three Venturers get our cracker barrel ready as soon as
we returned to camp.  The kids enjoyed their snack while they played poker,
Magic, or simple gabbed with their buddies.  Joe and Justin didn't have as
much trouble getting the kids to bed at eleven o'clock, unlike the previous
night.  Exhausted as we were by the long day of skiing we all went straight
to sleep.

   Sunday morning Kelly volunteered to help Sherry supervise the Venturers
assigned to make breakfast for the crew.  I was pleased how well Kelly fit
in with my friends.

   Dad asked me out to the porch of the cabin to talk privately while we
waited for breakfast to be finished.  "I'm glad I got to meet Kelly this
weekend.  She seems really fantastic Kyle."

   "Thanks Dad," I replied.  "I think so."

   Dad continued, "You have talked constantly in your e-mails and calls
home about Kelly.  How serious is this relationship?"

   "Pretty serious Dad.  I think I'm in love with her."

   "I suspected that," Dad asked.  "Does Kelly feel the same way?"

   "I think so, but I'm not positive.  We haven't talked about it yet."

   "You probably need to have that talk with her soon," Dad said.  "I know
how intense you get when you are really into something - football, Penny,
Julie, Scouts.  You don't want to scare her off."

   "No, I don't want that," I replied.

   "Take time to talk with her soon," Dad explained.  "Make sure both of
you are looking for the same things.  The talk could save both of you
considerable heartache."

   "Thanks for the suggestion Dad.  I'll talk to her on the way back to
school," I promised.

   "Good thinking son.  That will be good for both of you."

   Dad and I went back inside to finish packing our stuff.  The cooks
served us breakfast.  It was up to our crew's usual delicious standards. 
Kelly and I packed our things and loaded up my VW while the rest of the
crew packed and loaded the vans for their trip home.

   Justin and I bumped into each other on one of the trips to the parking
lot.  "Dude, I've got tell you something," Justin said.  "That Kelly is a
fantastic girl.  I thought you were crazy when you broke up with Penny.  I
thought there was no way could you ever find a girl Penny's equal." I
nodded in acknowledgement.  "You did.  You take good care of Kelly.  She's
something special."

   "I know Justin," I replied.  "I'm going to do everything I can to make
my relationship with Kelly last."

   "You do that," Justin said.  "You and Kelly are welcome anytime our crew
has a trip.  It has been a pleasure having both of you with us this
weekend."

   "Thanks Justin," I said.  "I enjoyed it too."

   Eric Connell directed the crew in the final cleanup and sweeping of our
cabin.  The whole group waited outside while the campmaster inspected the
cabin with Eric and Joe.  We passed inspection and the crew headed up the
hill to the parking lot.

   Dad had to give me and Kelly a hug before he left.  I was surprised when
Liz gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek and a hug before she left.  She
whispered something in Kelly's ear that brought a smile to both of them. 
Liz hurried back to Dad's van as the crew finished loading up in the four
vans.  She slid in the back seat with her boyfriend Nick.  Kelly and I
waved good bye as my friends and family pulled out of the parking lot and
headed south for Lancaster and home.

   Kelly and I climbed in my car and headed out.  When we were on the road,
I asked, "What did Liz say to you that was so funny?"

   "It was girl talk Kyle.  None of your business."

   "OK," I answered.  "Did you have fun this weekend?"

   "It was fantastic," Kelly answered, beaming.  "I'm so glad we came.  I
enjoyed meeting your dad and sister.  Your friends were nice too.  Your
crew and my crew are so similar.  They made me feel right at home."

   "That's good," I said.  "Justin told me that we're welcome to come to
any of the crew outings we want."

   Kelly helped me navigate back out to Route 80 from the camp.  I planned
to start our serious relationship talk when we were safely headed west on
I-80 for State College.  I spent about fifteen minutes getting my thoughts
organized as we drove.  I wanted to handle this conversation carefully.

   I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves and launched into it.  "Kelly?"
I asked.  She nodded in acknowledgement.  "We've spent a lot of time
together in the last month.  I hope you have enjoyed it." I continued as
Kelly nodded in agreement.  "Things are going to get busy for me in a few
weeks.  Football practice starts after we get back from spring break.  I'll
have a couple hours every afternoon on the field practicing.  I have to eat
dinner with the team at the Training Table again.  I'll probably have some
evening team meetings too.  I won't have as much time for you as I do now.
Will that be OK?"

   "I knew it was coming," Kelly replied.  "I saw how things were for Bev
and Christian last fall.  I'll probably go back to eating dinner with Bev,
Cindy and Jen like before when you boys were busy with football.  I'll
manage."

   "Good." I said.

   "We can have breakfasts and lunches together.  We can study together
like we do now.  I hope we'll have weekend evenings together too."

   "Of course," I answered.  "I know I'll have Saturday nights and Sundays
free and maybe Friday nights too."

   "That's good," Kelly said.  I glanced over at her.  She had a big grin
on her face.  "I enjoy our time together but I guess I'll manage with a
little less of you for awhile.  How long is spring practice?"

   "One month," I answered.  I took a deep breath.  It was time for the big
question.  "Our time together has been great for me.  Do you see us... um,
our relationship being a long term thing?"

   I glanced over quickly to gauge Kelly's reaction.  She was smiling.  "I
certainly hope so Kyle.  You're the best boyfriend I've ever had."

   I let out a loud sigh of relief.  "That's good Kelly.  I'm falling in
love with you."

   I glanced over at Kelly again and was rewarded when her megawatt smile
lit up her face.  She leaned over to me, rubbed my tummy and gave me a kiss
on the cheek.

   "I love you too Kyle," she replied.

   Her words and touches caused my manhood to immediately react.  It
ballooned to a full blown erection in seconds.  I let the car drift a
little as I paid too much attention to my girlfriend.  The rumble strip at
the edge of the road brought my attention back to the road.

   "Careful sweetie," Kelly directed.  "We don't want to end up upside down
in some ditch." I steered us back into the center of our lane.  My cock
slowly deflated again while we drove west.

   Our conversation turned to our weekend together.  Kelly and I conversed
about my friends in the Venturer crew.  Kelly particularly enjoyed the time
we spent with Justin and Sherry.

   Kelly asked, "Do you think we'll be like Justin and Sherry in a few
years when we are their age?"

   "I hope we are in some ways," I replied.  I glanced over at my
girlfriend and saw she was confused by my statement.  "You do know that
Justin and Sherry have a son who will turn eight next month, don't you?"

   "They're not that old," Kelly insisted.  "Isn't Sherry a couple years
out of college?"

   "She is," I confirmed.  "Sherry is twenty-four and Justin is
twenty-five. Justin got Sherry pregnant when they were sixteen.  They
married soon after they found out."

   "Wow, that's amazing," Kelly said.  "I wasn't even allowed to date boys
at the age they got married.  I guess there are some good things about
having strict parents."

   "I'm happy they were strict," I answered.  Kelly looked at me
questioningly.  "I wouldn't have had a chance to be your boyfriend if you
were married and had a kid now."

   "OK," Kelly replied.  "We'll see if we can have the kind of loving
relationship they have... without getting me pregnant."

   "Deal," I declared.

   We continued talking about the kids in the crew and about our weekend. I
told her about the kids I worked with as Troop Guide three years ago.  We
talked a little about my sister and her boyfriend Nick.  Kelly seemed
guarded when we talked about Liz and Nick.

   I asked, "Did something happen between you and Liz?  I thought you got
along well this weekend."

   "I like your sister Kyle.  It's just... Well, I don't want to get her in
trouble or anything..."

   "What is it Kelly?" I asked.

   "Something happened last night," Kelly said hesitantly.  "Something you
probably should know about."

   "Tell me," I asked.  "I doubt Liz did anything that would get her in
trouble."

   "I woke up about 12:30 this morning.  I got cold when my sleeping bag
came open.  I saw your sister sneak out of the cabin with her boyfriend."

   "That doesn't surprise me," I replied.

   "They were gone a long time - probably thirty or forty minutes.  I
think... maybe they were having... um, sex."

   "I'm sure they were.  I know Liz and Nick are sexually active.  They
probably went down to the shower house to be together," I explained.

   "They won't get in trouble for this?" Kelly asked.  "Wouldn't Joe or
Justin get upset if they found out?"

   "They might be upset that it happened here in a scout camp," I
explained. "We're supposed to be discrete if we hook up with a girl on a
Venturer trip."

   "Wow, I can't believe they allow this kind of thing to happen."

   I asked, "What would you expect when you get a group of horny teenaged
boys and girls together?  Joe tries to make sure everyone is safe and
everything is consensual and discrete."

   "This is so different from my crew," Kelly explained.  "Mr.  and Mrs. 
Galloway were very strict about proper behavior.  They'd have had a fit if
a boy ever snuck off to be alone with a girl." Kelly shook her head.  "I
can't believe your sister is sexually active and she's only in ninth
grade."

   "Actually she's lost her cherry to Cody Stevens when they were in eighth
grade," I said.

   "The Cody that was here this weekend?" Kelly asked.

   "Yes.  They used to be quite infatuated with each other," I explained.
"They went steady almost their entire year of eighth grade.  That's a long
time at their age."

   "That's amazing," Kelly said.  "I'm four years older than your sister
and the longest I've dated anyone is one year.  Mom and Daddy didn't let me
date until I was a junior and turned seventeen.  I dated a few boys before
I found Tommy.  Umm... Tom O`Brien."

   "He was your first serious boyfriend?" I asked.  Kelly nodded yes.  "I
guess he was the one who took your virginity."

   Kelly blushed a little.  "He was.  Itwas pretty hard for us to find time
to be together.  Our parents were very strict.  They always insisted on
driving us to the movies or the restaurant when we went out.  We'd steal a
few kisses at school in the stairwells.  The priests and nuns were pretty
observant.  It was hard to get time to explore each other with everyone
watching us.  My parents finally started to trust Tommy around Christmas
time of our senior year.  They let us car date."

   "Things were never the same after that, were they?" I asked.

   "No.  We went from chaste kids to horny sex crazed teens in about two
months time.  Frenching led to parking, then to making out, and finally to
petting.  By the end of March last year we were doing everything but the
deed."

   I asked, "Was your first time good?"

   Kelly continued, "Sort of.  It happened the weekend after Easter.  Tommy
and I blew off our friends and the movie we were supposed to see that
night. We went to our favorite parking spot early.  It was deserted.  We
did our usual kissing and petting.  We had recently discovered how good it
felt to get naked and rub against each other.  We got carried away that
night."

   I asked, "This all happened in the back of your boyfriend's car?"

   "It did.  Tommy gave me an orgasm rubbing against me.  I decided it was
time to become a woman.  I think Tommy was a little shocked when I told him
I wanted him to take my cherry.  We fumbled around a little until we got
him lined up." Kelly was blushing now.  "I'll tell you Kyle.  It hurt like
a LOT when we finally got Tommy though my cherry.  Thankfully he was
patient.  He waited until it stopped hurting before he started to... you
know.  Unfortunately, Tommy came just as it started to feel good for me."
Kelly harrumphed.  "That's my first time.  I hope you had a better
experience."

   "I did," I answered.  "Did Tommy get better with practice?"

   "Practice?  Yes, such as it was," Kelly explained.  "I think my parents
knew something was up between us.  They watched us like hawks.  We only had
three more opportunities together before we graduated from high school. 
Tommy did do a little better each time.  I found I that I enjoyed sex by
the time we broke up at graduation."

   "The two of you didn't try to stay together for college?" I asked.

   "No.  Tommy is attending Ohio State and I'm here," Kelly explained.  "We
knew we couldn't manage to stay a couple in college.  We parted as
friends."

   "You were smart," I said.  "My ex-girlfriend Penny Edwards and I tried
to stay together.  It was a disaster."

   "I know Kyle," Kelly answered.  "I heard about your break up from Bev
and Christian.  I'm sorry it had to hurt so much."

   "It's water under the bridge.  I'm very happy with you now," I said. 
"Was Tommy the only boy you made love with?"

   "No," Kelly replied.  "My girlfriends and I went to a state park along
Lake Erie after graduation for a week.  I had a summer fling with a guy
there.  Austin.  I'll never forget him.  He was much more experienced
sexually than Tommy.  I found out how good sex can be.  I'll be eighty and
I will still remember how good those two nights were that we slept
together. It was special."

   "I'm glad you had a good experience like that," I said.  "I love waking
up next to my girl.  There isn't any better feeling in the morning."

   "I guess while we're sharing past experiences, I should tell you about
Mr.  Mistake," Kelly said wistfully.  "Tommy and Austin unleashed the tiger
in me.  I was having sex now and had no intention of stopping.  I had been
too long without it by the end of September.  I let this really cute guy
talk me into going back to his room after a party.  I was a little drunk
and a lot horny.  I was hoping for an experience like I had with Austin.  I
would have settled for an experience like with Tommy.  I didn't get
either."

   "I'm sorry to hear that," I said sympathetically.

   "He was in a hurry.  He didn't get me worked up enough before he entered
me.  He rutted for a minute or two and then he blew his load in me.  That
was it.  I was sore and unsatisfied.  The bastard dismissed me when he was
done with me." Kelly looked a little upset discussing `Mr.  Mistake'.  "You
can see why I'm careful now with getting in bed with a guy."

   "I completely understand Kelly," I replied.  "I take it that you and
Tanner never got that far when you were dating."

   "Tanner?  No," Kelly explained.  "Tanner and I had a thing for each
other for about five or six weeks last semester.  He was a little pushy
with me, trying to get me in bed.  I was never comfortable with him.  I
finally told him I didn't want to date him anymore near the end of the fall
semester."

   "I hope I'm not too pushy Kelly," I said.

   "No, you're perfect sweetie.  Last Saturday night when I stopped you
from putting your hand down my panties was all I needed to see.  When you
accepted my limits I knew you were going to be my next lover.  I'm totally
comfortable with you Kyle."

   "I'm glad."

   Kelly continued, "As a matter of fact, if I'd have known we could get
away with making love this weekend, I'd have wanted you to do it with me."

   "No honey, I would have refused," I explained.  "I don't want our first
time to be a quickie in a cramped shower stall.  We need our first time
together to be special."

   "How about Friday night?  I can talk to Jen.  I bet she would be willing
to spend the night in Alan's room."

   "I'll talk to Damian too," I added.  "He's crashed at Billy's dorm room
a few times.  I bet he'd be willing to help us out."

   "Ooohhh... I'm getting excited thinking about this Kyle," Kelly said. 
"It's been too long since I've slept with a guy.  Could we maybe hurry
things up?  Maybe Jen or Damian could give us some privacy today."

   "I'd love that but I can't," I said reluctantly.  "I have a ton of
homework to do for class tomorrow.  I skipped my daily workout yesterday. I
can't miss it today too.  We have waited a month for this.  We can wait six
more days.  We'll make Friday night a night to remember.  I promise."

   "I'll hold you to that promise Kyle." Kelly said.  Kelly was quiet for a
few minutes, hopefully thinking about our upcoming night of pleasure. 
After some contemplation, Kelly asked, "How was your first time?  I spilled
my guts about my past partners.  What has oh-so-worldly boyfriend learned
about pleasuring a woman?"

   I proceeded to detail my sexual history, starting with Penny in the
ninth grade, Julie in tenth grade, back to Penny for two years.  I briefly
mentioned some of my one night stands too.  The only thing I held back was
about the three way sexual romps with Jessie and Ed and later with Penny
and Brandon.  I also omitted some of the details of exact sexual positions
and practices that Penny and I had used.  Kelly didn't need to know that
much.

   Kelly simply stared at me when I finished telling her my history.  She
was stunned.  "I knew you were more experienced than I was but still, I
can't believe you have had sex so much that you don't know how many times
you've done it.  It boggles my mind."

   "You need to understand about Penny and me.  We dated for two and a half
years.  We had a lot of opportunities to be alone together.  We made love
two or three times a week," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.  "It's
literally hundreds of times with... um... I think a dozen different girls."

   "I expect you'll use all that experience to give me a memorable night."
Kelly said.

   "I guarantee it honey," I promised.  "I want you to remember our first
time together for the rest of your life."

   "Goody.  I can't wait Kyle," Kelly said.  After a few seconds she asked,
"Do you mind one more nosey question?" I nodded my consent.  "I knew when
you broke up with your high school girlfriend.  I was interested in dating
you back then.  I always sat with you, flirted with you, and tried to get
your attention.  I hoped you would ask me out.  Why did you wait so long to
ask for a date?"

   I chuckled.  "I'm sorry it took me so long.  I really thought you and
Tanner were going steady with each other.  I wanted to ask you out sooner
but I didn't want to cause dissension on our football team.  I had to keep
clear of you romantically if you were Tanner's girl."

   "Why didn't you ask me out that day you found out Tanner wasn't my
boyfriend?" Kelly persisted.  "I was dropping some pretty unsubtle hints
that I wanted to go out with you."

   "I know," I explained.  "I needed to talk with Tanner first to make sure
he would be cool with me dating you.  I don't want trouble with my
teammates.  He was away that weekend and I couldn't find him until Sunday
night.  I didn't waste any time asking you out after I got the all clear
from Tanner."

   "I'm glad we're finally got together.  This past month has been the best
month of my life." Kelly declared.

   Our conversation turned to more mundane things after that - our
schedules, what homework we had, when I was lifeguarding, etc.  We talked
about our spring break trip to Panama City Beach too.  I told her about my
friends Ed, Jeremy, Kathy, Hal, Tammy and Brandon.  All of them were
planning to attend.  Ed was going to try to round up a couple girls from UF
to come for him and Brandon.

   My ex-girlfriend Penny decided she would rather work with Dr.  Chu at
the veterinary clinic that week than go to the beach with us.  That was
probably for the best.  Things could have been awkward with Penny and Kelly
together for a week in Florida.

   Kelly and I made it back to campus in time to get a shower and meet our
friends for brunch at Pollock Commons.  Kelly and I had to go back to our
own rooms after lunch to catch up on the homework we delayed to go skiing
over the weekend.

   Each of us talked to our roommate about getting some privacy the
following Friday night.  Kelly and I met again for supper with Jen and
Damian.  Kelly and I found out we had great roommates.  Jen agreed to
vacate her room Friday night so we could be alone together.  So did Damian.
Jen and Damian flipped a coin at dinner.  Jen won.  Damian seemed pretty
damned happy to give up his comfortable bed on Friday night to sleep at
Billy Robinson's room.  I had world's greatest roommate.

   I was a happy guy when I kissed Kelly good night after dinner before I
went to the Lasch Building.  This had been a fantastic weekend.  I found
out the girl I was in love with felt the same thing for me.  It doesn't get
any better than that.

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   I got a phone call on my cell phone as I was finishing up my workout at
the Lasch Building on Sunday evening.

   I answered the phone.  "Hi Kyle.  This is Jacob Miller from Omega Chi."

   "Hey Jacob, what's up?"

   "I wanted to thank you for your help with the fundraising for the Thon.
The money you and Kelly raised put our frat over the top.  We get to have
two couples dance next weekend." Jacob explained.

   "I'm glad we could help.  It's for a good cause." I replied.

   "I wanted to tell you Kyle, you and Kelly have an open invitation to
Omega Chi House any time for anything," Jacob said.  "You're always welcome
with us.  I'll have Cam keep you up to date on our parties and other
activities.  Our house is your home now Kyle."

   "That's really kind of you Jacob.  Thank you."

   Jacob continued, "There is one more thing I'd like your help with Kyle.
The Thon organizers were knocked out by the generous contributions from the
football team.  They thought it would be good publicity for the Thon and
for the team if you had a couple dance to represent the team.  Maybe you
and Kelly would like to do that."

   "No, I don't think so Jacob," I explained.  "You saw the pledge sheets.
You know where the money is coming from.  One of the team captains deserves
the honor, not me."

   "I don't know them Kyle.  Would you act as the go-between and set it up?
We'd love to have a football team couple dancing." Jacob asked.

   "I'll talk with Aaron Morano.  He's the captain I know best." I said.

   "OK, you do that Kyle.  Remember that Omega Chi's door is always open to
you and Kelly.  Don't be strangers."

   I concluded, "Thanks Jacob.  I'll get back to you after I talk with
Aaron Morano and let you know if we can get a team couple to dance next
weekend."

   I called Aaron as soon as I ended the call with Jacob.  Aaron was
excited about the idea of a football team couple.  He promised to check
with our teammates tomorrow and then have me get back to Jacob Miller.

   Aaron got back to me on Monday.  Antwaan wasn't interested in dancing.
Pete and Aaron flipped a coin.  Aaron won.  He and Tania would be the
official Nittany Lions Football Team couple for the Thon.  Each couple had
floor passes for their support team during the marathon.  Antwaan, Pete,
Zack, Anders, Shawn O'Conner, Evan, Jake, Karol and me would each take
assigned times to help keep Aaron and Tania dancing.

   Zack organized the support teams.  We would each take two three hour
shifts during the 48 hour marathon.  I drew the 9 am to noon Saturday shift
and the midnight to 3 am Sunday morning shift.  Each of us would invite our
girlfriend or date to help out.

   Kelly was excited about helping out the Thon.  Fortunately our Thon
duties wouldn't interfere with our big Friday night plans.  The week of
school went way too slow for Kelly and me.  My original plan was to take
Kelly out for a fancy dinner Friday night before we hit a party and then
went back to my room.

   The Thon changed those plans.  We had dinner at Pollock Commons and then
headed for the Bryce Jordan Center to watch the kickoff of the Thon from
the audience.  We hung out there until about 9 pm, enjoying the music and
the atmosphere.  We left the Jordan Center with our arms around each other
and walked back to my room, anticipating taking our relationship to the
next level.

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   I could tell Kelly was a little nervous as we rode the elevator up to
the fourth floor.  I rubbed her back to comfort her as we walked down the
hall to my room.  Some of the guys down the hall were having a small party.
Their music filled the hallway.  Kelly stiffened a little when we got to
the door.  I whispered to her, "You don't have to do this if you don't want
to."

   Kelly turned to me, gave me a kiss and responded, "I want to Kyle.  I
want to do this tonight."

   "You're in complete control tonight honey," I promised.  "I'll only do
the things you want." I felt Kelly relax a little when I told her that.  I
unlocked the door and let us in my room.  I turned on my desk light and
turned off the overhead light.  I turned on some music.  I wanted the mood
to be just right.  Kelly put her coat on my chair.

   Kelly asked, "How do you want to do this Kyle?"

   "Why don't we just start off kissing like we did two weeks ago," I
suggested.  "We can take things nice and slow.  We'll let nature take its
course tonight."

   We sat down on my bed and started kissing.  The deep kisses got Kelly
and me excited quickly.  I stripped down to my boxers while Kelly took off
her blouse and bra.  A couple minutes of kissing and feeling her beautiful
breasts were enough to encourage Kelly to take off her jeans.

   We lay down on my bed together and continued kissing.  Kelly let me
gently stroke her pussy through her wet panties.  My soon-to-be lover was
getting properly excited.  We continued hugging and kissing while I
stimulated Kelly further.

   Kelly reached down and began stroking my erection through my boxers.  I
was pretty excited by this time.  I suggested, "You better let me take off
my boxers honey.  If you keep this up I'll make a big mess."

   "OK Kyle," Kelly said.  I hopped out of bed and shed my last stitch of
clothing.  I saw Kelly stare at my hard erection as I climbed back into
bed.

   "Why don't you keep stroking me honey?" I suggested.  "It'll help me
last longer when I make love to you."

   I rolled over on my back.  Kelly carefully wrapped her warm hand around
my hard cock and gently stroked it up and down.  I could tell Kelly had
done this before.  Her technique was excellent.  I groaned as I approached
climax.  Kelly continued stroking me until I blew a big load of sperm all
over my chest and Kelly's hand.

   "Wow, that was impressive." Kelly said.  I grabbed some tissues from the
bolster beside my bed and cleaned up the sperm off my chest and Kelly's
hand.  I climbed out of bed and gave Kelly a kiss.

   "It's your turn honey," I said soothingly.  "Are you ready?" Kelly
nodded yes.  I reached for her flowery panties.  She raised her hips so I
could remove her panties.  I pulled them down and off her legs.  Kelly
spread her legs apart and gave me a clear view of her womanhood.

   My girlfriend shaved herself nearly bare, except for a bright red patch
of hair over her slot.  This red hair was a more intense shade of red than
the beautiful red hair on her head.  I commented, "You trim."

   "Of course Kyle," Kelly answered.  "I wouldn't want that forest of hair
down there when I'm in my bikini."

   "I can't wait for it to get warm so I can see you in that bikini." I
said.

   I climbed back on the bed between Kelly's legs.  I could see that her
pussy glistened slightly from her arousal.  Her outer labia were puffing
up. Kelly giggled when I leaned down and licked up and down along her outer
lips.

   "You really are willing to go down on a girl." Kelly commented.

   I licked up and down a couple more times and then paused.  "I love doing
this Kelly.  I hope you enjoy it." I pulled her outer lips apart and licked
her inner lips from her clitoris down until my tongue rimmed her opening. I
savored the sweet nectar my lover was producing.

   I used just my tongue to start with.  I wanted to slowly excite Kelly
rather than overpower her with one big orgasm.  I worked my tongue in her
hole and tongue fucked her a minute or so.  Kelly alternately ran her
fingers through my long blond hair and pressed my head into her lap to try
to increase my stimulation of her pussy.

   I carefully slid one finger into Kelly's tight hole in place of my
tongue.  I licked up her slot again until my tongue reached her clit.  I
licked and teased around it without actually touching it.  I wanted to
prolong the prelude to Kelly's orgasm.

   I knew my lover was close when she shuddered and forcefully pressed my
head and tongue against her clitoris.  I pushed her over the precipice to
climax about thirty seconds later when I sucked on her clit and teased it
with my tongue.

   Kelly's pussy grasped and squeezed on the finger I had left in her hole.
Kelly's natural juices flowed out around my invading finger.  Kelly panted
and moaned her way through her orgasm.  I slowly worked my finger in and
out as she rode out her orgasm and calmed again.

   "That was wonderful Kyle," Kelly sighed.

   I wormed a second finger inside her hole, curled the fingers forward and
felt for her special spot.  I leaned down and used my tongue to spread her
delicious juices around her labia.  Kelly asked, "Kyle?  Again?"

   I hummed, "MMmmm....  Hmmmmm..." as I licked up and down her inner
labia. Kelly giggled from the vibrations my lips made as I tried to answer
her query.  I needed a few more seconds to find the spot I wanted.

   "ooooOOOOOhhhh...." Kelly squealed when I found her G-spot.  I continued
rubbing and pressing inside my lover's pussy while I circled her clit
repeatedly with my tongue.  I wanted Kelly's second orgasm to be earth
shattering.  Kelly moaned and wriggled while I stimulated her with my
tongue and fingers.  She pressed my head down with both hands, trying to
mash it into her clitoris to give herself more sensations.

   I assaulted her for at least two minutes, carefully avoiding any direct
contact with her clit.  "Please Kyle... Ooohh... Please....  Finish me..."
Kelly begged.  I finally relented and licked my tongue around the base of
her clit.  After that I sucked it into my mouth and teased the tip with my
tongue.

   Kelly panted, "Holy mother of God!" I gave her clit one last swirl with
my tongue and let her experience her orgasm unmolested.  Kelly thrashed and
moaned while her body experienced rapture.  I pulled my fingers out and sat
back while my lover came down from her high.

   When she was coherent again Kelly held out her arms to me and asked,
"Kiss me honey." I lay down beside her.  We rolled together and kissed.  I
wrapped my arms around Kelly and hugged her against my body while we
kissed. My hard erection was trapped against Kelly's abdomen.

   We kissed for a bit.  Kelly asked, "Make love to me now Kyle.  I'm
ready."

   I climbed out of bed and answered, "As you wish." I grabbed a condom
that I had left on my bolster.

   Before I could open the package Kelly said, "No Kyle.  I have birth
control covered.  Please don't use that.  I want this to be the way God
intended it."

   "You won't get an argument from me," I answered.  I tossed the condom
back on the bolster.  Kelly lay on her back, her gorgeous red hair splayed
out on the pillow.  She flattened her arms and spread her legs open for me.
I asked, "Do you want to do it missionary style?" She nodded yes.

   I positioned myself between Kelly legs, lined up my cock and nudged the
head of my cock into my lover.  Kelly was hot, wet and well lubricated. 
She was also tight, much tighter than any girl I had slept with in years. I
needed about three thrusts to work all of my seven inches into Kelly's
velvety sheath.

   I paused when my cock was fully encased in Kelly's womanhood.  My weight
was on my arms as my body hovered above Kelly.  I stared down into her eyes
and asked, "Are you OK?"

   "I'm great Kyle.  Go ahead."

   I thrust in until the mushroom head of my cock bumped into her cervix
and then withdrew.  In and out.  I gave a twist and grind each time our
pubic areas bumped together to increase Kelly's stimulation.  I slowly
worked my cock in and out, so each of us could savor the sensations as my
seven inches slide along her love tunnel, stretching and filling her until
I bottomed out with each stroke.

   I watched Kelly's face as we made love.  At first she had a look of
concentration as I drove in and out.  She relaxed as we continued to make
love.  Kelly cooed, "Ooohh... oh yeah," and encouraged me to keep
thrusting. After a few more minutes the joy on her face told me she was
getting nearer to climax.  Kelly urged, "Faster Kyle.  I'm nearly..."

   I pounded hard now.  Kelly's hands were on my hips, urging me to keep
going.  "Yeah....  Yeah... That's it." I continued driving my cock in hard.
"Oooohh....  Ooohhh... Oh Fuckkkk!"

   Kelly's face announced her climax before she said, "Fuck!  I'm
cummmmingggg....." Kelly's pussy pulsed and gripped my cock as she reached
ecstasy.  Her eyes lost focus as she came hard.  She thrashed her legs and
moaned as I continued to fuck her.  I wanted to prolong her orgasm as well
as bring my own on.

   Kelly went limp after about thirty second of bliss.  She stared up at me
with unfocused eyes, a huge smile on her face.  I slowed my pace again but
continued pumping in and out.  "Does this still feel good honey?" I asked.

   "Mmmmm... yeah.  Don't stop," Kelly murmured.

   I continued humping in and out of her.  She produced a lot of juices
during her climax.  Her pussy slurped and squelched with each thrust.  I
was approaching my own orgasm soon.  I ground my pubic area against hers
with each thrust, trying to coax her to another orgasm from her before I
came.  I managed to last a couple more minutes.

   Kelly's eyes went unfocused just in time.  I was almost there when she
moaned "Fuck!  Oh, Fuck....  Fuck... fuck... fuck...." Kelly bucked her
hips up at me as she came hard.

   Her pussy squeezed and spasmed around my ready-to-explode cock.  I gave
Kelly one last hard thrust and planted my cock in her as deep as it would
go.  "Ooohh... God!" I moaned.  I stiffened and spurted my semen deep in
her pussy at the entrance to her womb.  Spurt after spurt of my sperm -
Kelly's pussy accepted it all.  In the age old ritual, I had staked my
claim to this woman.  She was mine.

   I collapsed on her when I was spent.  We rolled on our sides while we
recovered our sanity.  My semi-erect cock rolled out of my lover, letting
some of our juices puddle between us.

   Neither of us spoke for about thirty seconds while we recovered then
everything burst forth.  "I love you." "That was wonderful." "You're the
greatest." We kissed and hugged each other and cuddled.

   I teased, "I hope I was better than the mistake guy." Kelly giggled. 
"How about Tommy?"

   "Tommy who?" Kelly answered.  She giggled again.  "Don't ask about
Austin.  You were a thousand times better than him too." I gave Kelly a
kiss.  "I want to be able to do this with you for the rest of my life."

   "I hope we can," I answered.  "You're the greatest."

   Kelly and I cuddled and talked for awhile.  We were two naked teenagers
in bed.  I got hard soon after we started kissing.  Kelly noticed
immediately.  She was ready for round two of lovemaking.

   I asked, "Do you want to be on top this time honey?"

   "I'm not sure," Kelly answered.  "I've never tried that before."

   "You'll love it," I said.  I had Kelly climb out of bed.  I rolled on my
back and pointed my seven inches towards the ceiling.  "OK, climb aboard."
Kelly got back in bed and straddled me.  I helped position my pole at her
opening and Kelly sank down slowly, engulfing my cock with her hot, but
sloppy pussy.

   When I was completely buried in her, Kelly asked, "Now what Kyle?"

   "You're in complete control honey," I explained.  "You can rock back and
forth.  You can bounce up and down.  Anything you want."

   Kelly spent the next ten minutes learning some of the possibilities of
the female superior position.  She brought herself to two orgasms with a
little help from me playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and
teasing her clitoris with my thumb.

   Kelly was tired by the time she had her second orgasm.  She asked, "Are
you close to cumming yet Kyle?  I don't know if I can keep going."

   "I'm getting there.  I probably need a couple more minutes.  Do you want
to be on the bottom again?"

   "OK" Kelly answered.  She pulled off me momentarily while we exchanged
positions on the bed.  I climbed between her splayed open legs.  I lifted
them onto my shoulders as I positioned my hard cock against her opening. 
"Another new position?" Kelly asked.  I nodded yes.

   "Is it OK it we go at it hard?" I asked.  Kelly agreed.

   I pounded my erection into Kelly's vagina this time.  I loved this
position and I only needed a couple minutes to bring myself to climax. 
When my balls started to tingle I began to thrust even harder.  The good
feelings spread out.  I thrust one more time, stiffened and blasted another
load of cum into my lover.  I let Kelly's legs slide down as I collapsed in
a heap.  Kelly rolled me to my side as I panted, totally spent.  Kelly
cuddled with me and kissed me while I recovered.

   "I guess we should clean up and get some sleep," I said.  My clock said
it was after 11:30.  "We have to be back at the Jordan Center at nine
tomorrow morning."

   "Yes, I guess we should," Kelly answered.  She climbed out of bed and
then laughed.  "I'm going to have to learn to bring an overnight bag when I
spend the night with you in the future.  I hate to get all dressed up to go
to the bathroom."

   "Use my robe honey," I suggested.  "I can throw my pants on and look
presentable quickly enough."

   I handed my lover my bathrobe.  "Do you want to shower?" I asked.  "You
can use my soap and shampoo if you want."

   "No thanks Kyle," Kelly answered while I pulled on my pants.  "I'll
shower in the morning."

   I led Kelly down the hall to the bathroom.  I checked inside for other
guys.  I gave her the all-clear when I found it was empty.  We took care of
our business, washed our hands and faces and then headed back to my room.

   When we were inside I suggested, "Why don't you hang my robe on the hook
on the door.  It'll be handy if you need it during the night." I placed the
room key on my desk.  "Here's the key if you need it."

   "OK," Kelly answered hesitantly.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Umm... Nothing really," Kelly answered.  "I've never spent the night
with a guy before.  Do you want me to sleep in Damian's bed?"

   "I thought you'd share my bed with me," I said hopefully.

   "Is there enough room?" Kelly asked.  "It's not very big."

   "It'll be fine if we spoon," I explained.  "You'll see.  It's great to
cuddle up with the one you love and fall asleep." Kelly nodded acceptance.
"Why don't you sleep on the wall side of the bed.  I'll sleep on the
outside"

   Kelly climbed into bed and rolled on her side.  I joined my lover and
spooned up against her.  I draped my left arm across Kelly's side.  I felt
Kelly relax as she got used to being against my body.

   "Isn't this comfortable?" I asked.  I gave her a kiss on the back of her
neck.

   Kelly said, "Yes it's nice."

   A couple minutes later Kelly took my hand off her side and pressed it
against her breast.  I gently squeezed a couple times and let it rest
there. Kelly gave a contented sigh and both of us were asleep in a couple
minutes.

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   I awoke with a start on Saturday morning when my clock/radio started
playing music at 8 am.  Kelly stirred too.  She moaned, "I don't want to
get up yet."

   I kissed the back of her neck.  "Time to go honey.  We have to get over
to the Jordan Center."

   "Ahh....  Just a few more minutes Kyle," Kelly protested.

   "I'm going over to the bathroom," I explained.  "I'll be back in a few
minutes." I put on my robe, grabbed a towel and my toiletries and headed
for the bathroom.  I did my business at the toilet, brushed my teeth and
washed my hands and face.  Kelly was pretty sleepy, so I decided to go back
to my room and roust her before I took a shower.

   Kelly was sleeping again while the radio played.  "Honey, wake up." I
said while I shook her shoulder gently.  "You have to get up."

   "Noooo" my lover moaned.  "Sleep - I want to sleep some more."

   I shook her a little harder.  "Get up.  You need to shower, get dressed
and get some breakfast." I insisted.

   "Nooo... Let me sleep a few more minutes." Kelly demanded.

   "Honey!" I commanded.  "Get out of bed." I pulled the covers off my
lover.

   "Noooo... You don't fight fair." Kelly said.  She rolled on her back,
naked as the day she was born.

   I leaned down and gave her a kiss.  "You need to get up.  Aaron and
Tania need our help." I gave her another kiss.  "We have forty-nine minutes
until we have to be at the Jordan Center."

   Kelly returned my kiss and then wrapped her arms around my neck.  She
pulled me down in bed on top of her.  In seconds our mouths were locked
together and our tongues were twirling against each other.  We embraced as
we continued kissing.

   I managed to break away for a second.  "Aaron and Tania." Kelly kissed
me.  "Gotta go..." She gave me another kiss.  "Gotta..."

   "One more time Kyle," Kelly begged.  "I don't want this night to be
over..." Kelly ground herself against my now hard erection.

   My little head was firmly in control.  I rubbed it up and down Kelly's
moistening slot while we kissed.  We kissed and made out for awhile.  Kelly
begged me to eat her pussy again.  I obliged.  She was ready after I licked
her to orgasm.  I mounted her missionary style, the way she wanted.  We
made love with a passion that morning before we collapsed in a satisfied
and tired heap on my bed.  We cuddled for a couple minutes when we finished
making love.

   I glanced up at my clock-radio when I regained my senses.  8:48! 
"Shit!" I exclaimed.  "We got to run.  We only have twelve minutes to get
to the Jordan Center."

   "Oh Shit!" Kelly repeated.  We bounded out of bed and threw on
yesterday's clothes.  We made a quick stop at the bathroom to take care of
business.  We sprinted to Pollock Commons and grabbed breakfast sandwiches
at The Mix.  We ate as we ran.

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   Kelly and I barely made it over to the Jordan Center by nine o'clock. 
Zack Hayes met us when we reached the floor.  He was accompanied by Miranda
Brooks, who helped him during his shift.  Zack eyed us when we met.

   "You look like hell," Zack declared.  "You two are more run down than
Aaron and Tania.  What's up?" We were still sweaty from our morning
extra-curricular activities.  We hadn't had enough time to comb our hair.

   I glanced at my lover.  Kelly was blushing.  "We overslept," I
explained.

   "Uh huh... really?" Zack asked.  "We overslept?" Zack stared us down.

   Kelly broke first.  "I had to have one more time this morning with my
sweetie." She was blushing bright red.

   "You know how it is Zack," I added.

   "I can understand how that happens," Zack answered.  "Aaron and Tania
took a break a few minutes ago, so they shouldn't need anything for awhile.
Why don't the two of you go wash your faces and straighten up a little? 
Miranda and I can cover for few more minutes."

   Kelly and I returned to the floor a couple minutes later, slightly
refreshed and more presentable.  Zack briefed us on our jobs for the next
three hours.  We needed to be available to help Aaron and Tania if they
needed anything.  Once an hour they were allowed to take a couple minute
break.  We were to give them sports drinks and snacks to help them keep
their energy up.  Other than that, Kelly and I could simple hang out and
enjoy the atmosphere.

   When Zack finished briefing us he added, "You guys left too early last
night.  You missed the big news."

   "What's up?" I asked.

   "Aaron popped the question to Tania right on the dance floor last
evening," Zack explained.

   "They're getting married?" Kelly exclaimed.  "That's wonderful."

   "That is good news," I added.

   "It's been a long time coming," Zack explained.  "Aaron bought the ring
a month ago.  He has been dithering around since then, trying to get enough
nerve to ask Tania.  They stopped the Thon for a couple minutes after Tania
said yes.  The announcement went up on the big screen.  Aaron and Tania had
to take a bow to quiet the cheering crowd.  It was quite the scene."

   "Thanks for covering for us for a couple minutes," I said.  "I
appreciate it Zack.  Thanks Miranda.  Kelly and I are ready to work now."

   Zack and Miranda took off.  Kelly found seats on the front row of seats
and watched the couples dance.  I put my arm over my lover's shoulders. 
She rested against me.

   The dancer couples had been dancing energetically last night.  Now they
had slowed considerably.  Kelly and I sat contentedly, resting and watching
the proceedings.

   Every fifteen minutes the announcer would update the crowd on the
current amount raised by the Thon.  The total of pledges and donations went
over $6.2 million while we were there.  All the money was going to help
fund the Cancer Pavilion at the Penn State Hershey Medical Center.  I felt
great being a part of this worthy cause.

   Kelly and I were ready when the next break came at 9:50 am.  Aaron and
Tania spotted us and came over.  We handed each of them a bottle of ice
cold sports drink.

   While Aaron and Tania were drinking I said, "Zack told us about our
engagement.  Congratulations."

   Kelly added, "We're so happy for you two."

   "Do you want snacks?" I asked.

   Aaron nodded and said, "Chocolate Chip Cookies."

   "Twinkies," Tania added.  Kelly took the snacks out of the day pack full
of treats we had prepared last night for Aaron and Tania.

   I asked, "Anything else you need?" while Aaron and Tania wolfed down
their snacks.  Both shook their heads no.  "Good luck," I offered as they
headed back on the floor.  "Do you need us to bring any other food in?"

   "No," Aaron answered.  "We're good.  Thanks for everything Kelly. 
Thanks Kyle." Aaron and Tania went back to dancing.

   Kelly and I sat down in the front again and relaxed.  We enjoyed the
music and the party atmosphere of the Thon.  About ten minutes later
Cameron Miller and Joel Peterson showed up and plopped down in the seats
beside us.

   "Hey guys," Cameron said in greeting.  "How's it going?"

   "Aaron and Tania are doing fine," I answered.  "How long are you guys
working today?"

   Joel said, "We have the ten to noon shift.  How about you guys?"

   Kelly answered, "We're here from nine to noon today and midnight to 3 am
tomorrow."

   "We're lucky," Cameron said.  "Between all the brothers and sisters in
our sister sorority, we only need to work a two hour shift this weekend."

   "That's nice," I replied.  "I guess we could have done that with the
whole football team too, but this was all very last minute for us.  I just
glad the Thon organizers let us participate.  We'll be better organized
next year if were invited back."

   "Jacob said the Greek Council is delighted to have the football team
participate," Cameron explained.  "I'm sure you guys will be invited back,
especially if you raise as much money as you did this year."

   "We'll see Cameron," I said.  "Hopefully the team will have more
graduating seniors that will make it into the NFL and be generous."

   Kelly, Joel, Cameron and I talked together while we watched the dancers
continue their marathon.  Cameron told us more about past Thons.  We talked
about our classes.

   After a lull in the conversation, Cameron got an evil grin.  He winked
at Kelly and asked me, "What were you doing in your room last night Kyle?
It sounded like you were strangling someone."

   Joel added, "And this morning too."

   Kelly blushed.  I responded "I was telling Kelly how much I loved her."
I stuck my jaw out defiantly.  "Sorry if we were too loud."

   "It's OK Kyle," Cameron answered.  "It was just a little too exciting
for us next door."

   "You won't get any sympathy from me," I said.  "That was my life - from
middle school until last year.  One of my brothers was always next door
having sex with his girlfriend.  If it wasn't a brother, then it was my
sister down the hall.  If eavesdropping on a couple next door is too
stimulating, get yourself your own girlfriend.  Make your own noise."

   I gave Kelly a wink and a kiss on the cheek.  "I'll warn you," I added.
"The best girlfriend at Penn State is taken already."

   "I'm working on it Kyle," Cameron said.  He sighed.  "Maybe someday my
girlfriend and I will disturb you on a Friday night."

   The four of us continued talking, just passing the time until the next
break.  Aaron and Tania hit the bathrooms quickly at the next break.  We
gave them more sports drinks to keep them hydrated before they went back to
dancing.

   The Nittany Lion put in an appearance in the morning.  He danced briefly
with some the girl dancers.  He and a couple cheerleaders led the crowd in
the "WE ARE..." "PENN STATE" cheer.  He made his rounds around the edge of
the floor thanking the support people for helping.

   When the Lion reached Kelly and me he raised his hand for a high five. I
returned the high five.  The Lion gave me an exaggerated hug for the crowd.
When we were hugging he whispered to me, "Kyle, are you going to introduce
me to your companion?"

   "Sure," I answered when he let go of me.  "Kelly, I'd like to introduce
you to the Nittany Lion - a.k.a.  Gary Stanton.  Gary, this is my
girlfriend Kelly O'Keefe."

   Gary took the hand Kelly extended to him, did an exaggerated bow and
pretended to kiss her hand with the Lion's head.  "It is my pleasure to
meet you Miss O'Keefe.  Thank you both for helping with the Thon today."
The Lion moved on to greet others around the crowd.

   Kelly just shook her head.  "I've started to get used to people
recognizing you and wanting to talk about football and get your autograph.
This just blows me away.  You're friends with the Nittany Lion."

   "More like we're acquaintances," I replied.  "I know Gary through Zack.
Both of them are studying to be phys ed teachers.  They're friends."

   "You do keep life interesting Kyle," Kelly said laughing.  "You never
know what is up next."

   Anders Voight showed up at 11:45 escorting a girl I hadn't met before.
Her name was Shelby Andrews.  She was a very cute, petite blonde.  Kelly
and I went over how the things were done.

   Aaron and Tania stopped for their break at 11:50.  We gave them more
snacks and drinks, wished them luck and told them we'd see them at
midnight. Kelly and I officially turned our responsibilities over to Anders
and Shelby.

   We went back to our own dorms to shower and change.  Kelly and I had
lunch together at 1:00 pm.  Then I had to go to the Lasch Building for my
daily workout and to study more plays.  Kelly had a journalism paper that
was due on Monday.  We agreed to meet for dinner at 6:00 pm.

   Kelly's roommate Jen let her know she wouldn't be back from her date
with Alan until well after midnight.  After dinner Kelly and I went back
over to the Jordan Center to hang out for awhile.  Antwaan Booker and his
girlfriend Keisha Barkman were on duty when we got there.  I introduced
Kelly to Antwaan.

   The dancers were wearing down.  They were moving in slow motion now
after over twenty-four hours on the floor.  We watched for awhile and
talked with Antwaan and Keisha.  We went back to Kelly's room around 7 pm.
We wanted to catch a little sleep before our shift.

   Kelly and I really did intend to sleep.  I stripped down to my boxers.
Kelly had on panties and a long T-shirt.  We lay down together and spooned
together.  It was too early in the evening for us to sleep.  We ended out
making out for awhile.  We got carried away and made love on Kelly's bed
before we finally fell asleep.

   Kelly and I woke up to the buzz of her alarm at 11:30.  I didn't let her
distract me this time.  We got up, dressed and headed for the Jordan Center
at 11:45.  We bumped into Bev and Christian at the elevator.  They were
returning from their date as we were leaving.

   Christian commented, "You two are leaving pretty late."

   Kelly explained, "We are Aaron and Tania's support team tonight.  We're
off to the Thon."

   "Would you believe they have raised over $6.2 million?" I asked.

   "You're kidding," Christian commented.  Kelly and I explained about the
charity drive and how it was support the cancer pavilion.  Christian looked
at Bev.  "We need to get involved in this honey.  This is a good thing."
Bev agreed.

   Kelly and I headed over to the Jordan Center again where we met Zack and
Miranda.  They gave us a brief rundown on how things were going.  Aaron and
Tania were wearing out.  Zack said we needed to give them a pep talk at
each break in addition to snacks and drinks.

   Kelly and I settled in front row seats to wait for the next break.  We
cuddled and held each other and listened to the music play.  The three
hours went by slowly.  Aaron and Tania persevered on the dance floor.  No
couple did more than shuffle their feet.  They had been dancing for thirty
hours by then.

   Anders and Shelby showed up a few minutes late.  Kelly and I didn't
mind. We gave them directions and then headed back to our dorms.  I gave
Kelly a good night kiss when we reached Beaver Hall.  Both our roommates
were back so we were going to have to sleep alone in our own beds.  I
dragged my tired body back to Hartranft Hall and went straight to bed.

   I woke up around noon.  I had a nice long hot shower before I headed
over to Pollock Commons.  Kelly and I met for brunch at 1 pm.  Christian
and Bev joined us.  They were back from church.

   The four of us headed to the Jordan Center to see how the Thon was
progressing.  Most of the dancers were just swaying in place now.  The
rules allowed that.  I popped down to the floor to see how things were
going.  Jake Washington was on duty.  He said Aaron and Tania's spirits
were flagging but they intended to stick it out to the end of the Thon.

   Kelly and I went back to our rooms after half an hour.  Both of us had
homework to do.  We met up for an early supper at Pollock Commons.  We
wanted to get back to the Jordan Center before the finale at 6 pm.

   The football team had two floor passes for the finale.  They went to
Antwaan Booker and Pete Klein who earned them with their generosity.  About
a third of the team came and sat in the stands for the finale.  One of the
live bands played.

   The chairman of the Thon gave a brief speech and then announced the
final total raised by this year's Thon - $6,297,315.  This was a new record
for the Thon.  The dancers did a final dance and then the auditorium
erupted in cheers and applause at the efforts of the dancers, the
supporters and the organizing staff.  Omega Chi Epsilon was honored as a
Four Diamonds honor organization for the amount of money they raised.

   I was glad Kelly and I had gotten involved in the Thon.  Next year I
would personally make sure the football team was better prepared and did a
better job raising money for the Thon.

   Antwaan and Pete helped Aaron and Tania off the floor to seats with our
group.  Aaron collapsed into his seat and exclaimed, "Somebody shoot me if
I ever decide to do this again.  I'm wiped out."

   Zack asked, "Are you sorry you danced?"

   "No, I'm glad I did but I've never been so tired in my life," Aaron
replied.  "Tania honey, do you have any regrets?"

   "No, I don't have any Aaron," Tania said.  "I got engaged and danced a
marathon.  It doesn't get better than this."

   "God," Aaron exclaimed.  "I can't believe I have to fly to Indianapolis
tomorrow afternoon for the NFL Scouting Combine.  They better not want me
to do anything before Tuesday."

   Zack said, "Let's get you some proper food and then get you in bed Mr.
Astaire."

   "No arguments here," Aaron said.  Aaron gave Tania a good night kiss. 
Her roommates helped her back to their apartment so she could eat and go to
bed.

   I offered, "Good luck in Indianapolis Aaron.  Knock'em dead out there."
More of our teammates wished Aaron well before he left.  We also wished
Antwaan, Pete, Bo Cherry and Cooper Barnes good luck too.  They had been
invited to perform at the combine.  Bo and Cooper didn't have good shots at
getting drafted.  If they did well at the combine they might get signed as
a free agent by one of the NFL teams.

   I had to go to the Lasch Building for my workout.  Kelly went back to
her room to finish the term paper for her journalism course.  I gave her a
good night kiss and a hug before we parted.

   I was tired by the time I finally went to bed after 11:30 on Sunday
night.  It was a very good type of tired as I felt more contented and
fulfilled that weekend than I had in over a year.  Back in the fall of my
senior year in high school my life had been excellent.  I had a great
girlfriend, my school work was good and I found out I was still able to
play football after my knee injury.

   Now, over a year later I had a great girl to share my life with.  We
loved each other.  I found out I could play football at the Division I
level.  My life was in great shape on so many levels: athletically,
intellectually, physically, sexually and emotionally.  Now all I needed was
to keep all the parts to my life in balance.  I fell asleep thanking God
for how lucky I was.

   (To be continued)

   Chapter 15

   ==========

   The first week of March was hectic.  I had a term paper due in EDTHP and
had mid-terms in every course.  Kelly and I spent as much time together as
we could, but it wasn't enough.  We didn't find enough time to make love
again that week.  Spring break was going to be a welcome treat.

   Kelly and I packed our things in my VW before lunch on Friday so we
could escape from State College quickly when I finished my exam in Econ 2
at 2:15.  The Econ mid-term wasn't too bad and I expected to have a decent
grade.  I hurried back to my room, dropped off my school books, grabbed my
playbook and headed for Beaver Hall and Kelly.

   Kelly was ready to give me a hug, until she spotted my playbook.  She
asked, "What's this for?  I thought we were going to be on vacation."

   "Sorry honey," I explained.  "Spring practice starts in two weeks.  I
don't stay #3 receiver if I don't know this whole book." I hefted the five
inch tome to emphasize my point.  "I promise I won't study too much."

   "OK," Kelly answered, pretending to pout.  "Just promise me you will
make a little time for your girlfriend."

   "That's an easy promise to make..." I answered, giving Kelly a kiss. 
"...and to keep." I gave her another kiss.  We walked up Bigler Road to my
car, climbed in and headed east for Paradise.

   Once we were over Seven Mountains I called Mom at work.  I got her voice
mail.  I left this message.  "Hi Mom, it's Kyle.  Kelly and I are on the
road and on schedule.  We should be home between 5:00 and 5:30.  Set two
more places at the table.  We'll have supper with the family.  Love you
Mom. Bye."

   Traffic wasn't too bad on Route 322 until we got to Harrisburg.  We
crawled down I-83 until we hit the turnpike and I-283.  Traffic was heavy,
but moved well as we headed to and around Lancaster.  Kelly and I pulled up
in front of my house at 5:32, a couple minutes after my family's normal
dinner time.

   Kelly and I walked hand in hand across my front lawn and in the front
door.  I announced, "We're here everybody."

   Liz was in the living room with one of my nephews.  He on the couch
getting his diaper changed.  The other twin was in the playpen - standing!
Liz continued wiping my nephew's dirty bottom.  She said, "Welcome home
Kyle.  Hi Kelly."

   "The twins can stand?" I asked, incredulous.

   "Only Noah right now," Liz answered as she put Connor's diaper on him.
"He figured it out a few days ago." Liz leaned down and nuzzled Connor's
nose with hers.  "Stinky boy doesn't know how yet, do you?"

   Connor giggled and said, "Inky... Inky..."

   Noah rocked back and forth a little calling "Inky... Inky..." He giggled
and fell down.  He made a funny face and called, "Izzy... Izzy..." He
started to whimper.

   "Hang on Noah," Liz said.  "Aunt Lizzie has to take care of your brother
first," she explained as she put Connor's pants on him.

   Andy came rushing in from the dining room at the first sound of Noah's
cry.  He swept him up in his arms and said, "What wrong little man?"

   Liz answered, "He's fine Andy.  He got excited and lost his balance. 
Relax."

   Andy finally turned around and saw Kelly and me.  "Ahhh... you must be
the fabulous Kelly O'Keefe.  Kyle has said so many nice things about you."

   I introduced Andy and Kelly.  The commotion drew more family members to
the living room.  Dad came in and greeted Kelly warmly.  Will and Abby
followed Dad into the room.

   "Will!  Abby!" I exclaimed.  "I didn't expect to see you tonight."

   "Mom's making her famous pot roast," Will replied.  "Anyway we had to
come to meet this girlfriend you've been raving about." Will looked Kelly
over.  "Your description didn't do her justice Kyle."

   I introduced Kelly to Will and Abby.  Just as I finished the
introductions Mom yelled, "Dinner's ready."

   Liz carried Connor into the dining room.  Andy brought Noah.  The rest
of us followed them into the dining room.  Mom had the table leaves added
to make space for this crowd.  Liz put Connor in the high chair between
Mom's spot at the head of the table and her seat.  Andy put Noah between
him and Liz.

   Mom came out of the kitchen carrying a platter with the evening's pot
roast.  I did a double take when I saw Mom.  She had been showing her
pregnancy a little in January.  She was huge now.  There wasn't any
question that she was carrying a baby.

   I gulped and forced myself to be polite.  "Mom, I'd like to introduce
you to Kelly O'Keefe, my girlfriend." They shook hands.  "Kelly this is my
mom, Sharon Martin."

   "It's nice to meet you Mrs.  Martin." Kelly said.

   "Please, call me Sharon.  We're not formal around here," Mom said. 
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Kelly.  Kyle has said so many nice
things about you."

   "Thank you for inviting me to supper with your family," Kelly said
politely.

   Mom indicated where Will, Abby, Kelly and I should sit.  Dad led the
grace when everyone was seated.

   Mom had outdone herself with the meal.  In addition to the pot roast we
had twice baked potatoes, frozen sweet peas from our garden last summer and
chow-chow (pickled mixed vegetables, a Pennsylvania Dutch specialty).  The
food was fantastic.

   Dad teased Kelly a little.  "I hope this crowd around the dinner table
doesn't scare you off."

   "No Dan," Kelly explained.  "I'm one of seven children.  This is normal
for me."

   "I'm glad you're comfortable with our little family." Dad answered.

   Kelly told the rest of my family about her four brothers and two
sisters. Our family talked about our background and family history too. 
The getting-to-know-each-other conversation was interesting.

   "Kyle neglected to tell me one thing Sharon," Kelly said.  "He didn't
mention that you were expecting."

   "Did he forget that part?" Mom teased.

   "It simply never came up in our conversations," I explained.

   Mom laughed, "I can understand that.  How does an eighteen year old tell
his girlfriend that his mom got knocked up again?" Mom patted her stomach.
"This one wasn't planned but will be very welcome."

   "Some time Dad..." I teased.  "I can sit down with you and talk about
the birds and the bees.  This family doesn't have a good track record with
planned pregnancies.  What are you batting .400?"

   "OK smart ass, I'll get the last laugh when you get married and start a
family."

   "DANIEL!" Mom commanded.  "Watch your language around the twins."

   Connor giggled, furrowed his brow and said "Mart azzz" He laughed and
repeated, "Mart azzz" Andy and Liz laughed while Mom just shook her head in
dismay.

   Noah giggled with his brother and then added, "Mar....  mart... azzz" He
grinned at us after he got the words out.

   "How long have they been talking?" I asked.

   "My boys have been doing this for a month." Andy said proudly.

   "They're really just mimicking us right now," Mom explained.  "We think
they understand names, but that's all.  Connor is better at parroting words
than Noah.  Noah is better at standing up."

   "Connor?" I asked, looking directly at my nephew.  He looked back at me.
"Can you say Uncle Kyle?" Connor scrunched up his face.  I prompted "Uncle
Kyle."

   Connor pursed his lips and spit out, "Kkkk... Ky" He giggled.  "Kyyy..."

   ""Very good," I praised.  "You're a smart boy."

   "Mart Azz...." Connor answered.  He laughed again.

   Noah watched the exchange.  He worked his mouth for a few seconds and
then waved his arm at me.  "Ky!" he said proudly.

   We talked about the twins' vocabulary.  So far the only words they
remembered more than an hour were Da, meaning Dad for Andy, Izzy for Liz,
Ma-Ma for Mom, and Po-Po for Pop-Pop, my Dad.  Hopefully they would
remember Ky the next time I came home.  I ruefully remembered that I
wouldn't be home again until the end of the semester in two months.  I'll
probably have to teach them my name again when I was home for the summer.

   I picked up other news that evening.  Will was returning as Aquatics
Director at the scout camp again.  Abby would be the camp health officer.
The contracts hadn't been sent out yet, but I was slated to be one of the
Assistant Aquatics Directors again.  Trent Wilson, Christian's cousin, was
going to be offered the other slot.  Justin Finnegan would not be returning
to camp anymore.  He had a full time job now so he could afford to raise
his orphaned brother and sister.

   Will and Abby made a crumb top apple pie last night for our dessert.  It
was delicious.  We lingered at the table, enjoying having our whole family
together.

   Dad quizzed me about our spring break plans.  He wasn't wild about us
driving straight through to Florida.  "You could spend the night here," Dad
suggested.  "Get some sleep and leave refreshed in the morning.  You and
Kelly could use the bedroom in the basement."

   "No, that's not necessary Dad," responded.  "Kelly and I are going to
take turns driving.  We'll be fine.  Anyway, Ed won't have a place to sleep
if we don't get there tomorrow afternoon.  We're bringing his tent with
us."

   "Ummm..." Dad responded.  "Promise me you'll pull off the road if you
get too tired."

   "We'll do that if we get too tired, I promise." I said.  "Hal and Tammy
will be caravanning with us the whole way down.  We'll be fine."

   Mom added, "Be careful about alcohol down there.  I don't want you
getting in trouble."

   "We'll be fine Mom," I answered.  "We're there for the sun, the surf,
the sand and some dancing.  The websites warned us that we'll be able to
get in the clubs at night, but they are extremely strict about carding
people.  They won't serve us since we're underage."

   I didn't feel it was necessary to tell Mom that Jacob Miller had picked
up a case of Troegs Amber Ale for me.  It was buried in my car trunk.  She
didn't need to know that Hal was bringing more beer.  Jeremy certainly
would bring some.  Ed - well, Ed would make sure there was no shortage of
drinks in our campsite.  Mothers don't need to know some things.

   I glanced at my watch.  It was 6:40 pm.  "Thanks for supper Mom.  Thanks
for the pie Abby." I said.

   "I baked the pie." Will insisted.

   "Thanks Will.  Hal and Tammy will be over in twenty minutes.  Kelly and
I have to stop at the Fritzes to get things for Ed.  We have to run."

   Kelly added, "Thank you for dinner.  It was wonderful."

   Kelly and I said our good byes to my family.  We walked down the street
to the Fritzes and rang the front doorbell.  Mr.  Fritz answered it and
invited us inside.

   Mr.  Fritz and I exchanged pleasantries.  I introduced him to Kelly.  Ed
had sent detailed instructions about the camping gear he needed.  Mr. 
Fritz had everything ready by the kitchen door.  Kelly and I gathered it
up, thanked Mr.  Fritz and headed out the kitchen door to their driveway.

   I froze when I was out the door.  Across the Fritzes' driveway from us,
Penny Edwards stepped out her back door.  "Um, Hi." I blurted out.

   "Hi Kyle." Penny answered.

   "Umm... I guess I should introduce you.  This is my girlfriend Kelly." I
said.

   Kelly said, "Hi."

   "Kelly, this is neighbor and my ex-girlfriend, Penny Edwards." I said.
After an awkward pause I added, "Ed asked me to bring some of his camping
equipment down to Florida for him."

   "I heard about that Kyle," Penny said.  She turned towards Kelly.  "It's
nice to meet you Kelly.  I understand you are going down to Panama City
Beach for break with our gang."

   "Yes," Kelly answered.

   "I guess the grapevine has been busy." I said.

   "You know how our friends are Kyle." Penny said.

   "You aren't skipping this trip because Kelly will be there are you?" I
asked.

   "No," Penny explained.  "Dr.  Chu already asked me to work next week
before I heard your girlfriend was going.  I can use the money."

   "I can understand that," I replied.  "I'm lifeguarding at the pool at
school to earn some cash." I glanced at my watch.  "We probably need to get
going Penny.  Hal and Tammy are meeting us at my house in a couple of
minutes."

   "Have fun in Florida," Penny said.  "It was nice to meet you Kelly."

   "I'm glad I met you too," Kelly answered.

   "See you later Penny," I said.  Kelly and I carried Ed's stuff down the
driveway to the street.

   When we were out of ear shot, I said, "Sorry about that.  I didn't
expect to run into Penny this evening."

   "You don't need to apologize Kyle," Kelly answered.  "I'm bound to run
into ex-girlfriends of yours."

   We loaded Ed's things in the back seat of my car.  Hal and Tammy pulled
up in Hal's beat up old Toyota.  I introduced everyone.  We went over the
route on the map.  Kelly and I stopped in my house to use the bathroom and
say good bye to my family.

   Connor and Noah both called out "Ky... Ky... Ky..." when they spotted
me. I picked up each nephew and gave each a kiss and a hug before I left.

   "Remember your Uncle Kyle guys.  I'll see you in May." I said.  Mom
insisted on one more kiss before I was allowed to leave.

   Hal and I agreed to take turns leading the group.  I was driving for the
first three hours and Tammy would follow in Hal's car.  Hal and Kelly would
rest up for the next shift of driving.

   I headed west on Route 30 for York, with Tammy following behind me.  We
took I-83 south to Baltimore and picked up I-95.  We would spend the next
fifteen or sixteen hours on that highway until we reached Jacksonville,
Florida.

   We reached our planned stop at a rest stop near Fredericksburg, Virginia
a little more than three hours later.  The four of us took a fifteen minute
break to use the bathrooms, get some coffee or energy drinks, snacks and
rest.

   Hal took the lead on the next segment of highway with Kelly following
him.  I tried to nap so I would be ready for my next turn at the wheel. 
The highway was fairly empty, only a few cars plus the long haul truckers
heading south with us.

   I took over driving south of Richmond when we stopped for gas and a
rest. The South of the Border signs started soon after I got on the highway
again.  The first one announced it was only 175 miles to South of the
Border.  We passed another sign every few miles.  They were fun.  One of my
favorite signs said, "Keep Yelling Kids (They'll Stop)".  The best of all
said "Keep America Green.  Bring Money".  The guy who owned the place was a
brilliant marketer.  In honor of his efforts, I had to stop there when we
finally got to South of the Border.

   We topped us off with gas at the service station in the complex and
wandered around a little seeing some of the sights.  It was four am, so
most all of the shops were closed.  Hal and I teased our girlfriends about
the Dirty Old Man Shop.  Hal and Kelly took over driving again.  I thought,
`Maybe Kelly and I can stop on the way north next Saturday,' as I settled
in to nap.

   It was light when Kelly woke me at our next stop.  Hal had gotten off
I-95 and stopped at a McDonalds so we could get breakfast.  This was the
first opportunity that Hal and Tammy had to get to know Kelly.  Everyone
seemed to hit it off well.

   I drove us south into Georgia with Tammy following me.  We got gas and
switched drivers south of Savannah.  We stopped for lunch after we took the
beltway around Jacksonville to pick up I-10.  I led our caravan again as we
drove west across Florida into the panhandle.  I got us as far as our turn
off at Mariana.  We picked up more gas when we got on Route 231.  Hal and
Kelly drove the rest of the way into Panama City Beach.

   Tammy did a good job feeding Hal the directions when we got close to our
destination.  Hal made every turn correctly to take us to our campground,
Raccoon River Campground, on Hutchison Boulevard.  We checked in at the
office and then headed to our campsites.

   We met up with Ed, Jeremy, Kathy, Brandon, and two new people.  Ed
introduced us to his companion for the week, Victoria Harris, and his
roommate, Eric Peters.  Eric's girlfriend Amber Rice would be joining us
later in the day.  I was happy we had more people here than just my gang of
friends from Paradise.  That was going to make things much easier for Kelly
to fit into our group.

   We got busy setting up camp.  Jeremy, Kathy, Hal and Tammy took the
first campsite for their big tent.  Ed, Vicky, Kelly and I set up Ed's tent
on the middle campsite.  Eric, Amber and Brandon set up Eric's tent on the
third site.

   Kelly and I moved our things into Ed's tent.  It had plenty of space. 
It had a central room with a sleeping room on each side with a door to zip
closed for privacy.  It was perfect for two couples.

   Kathy and Jeremy had arrived at the campsite a couple hours ahead of us.
They drove straight through from South Bend, Indiana.  Brandon flew into
Gainesville last night.  Brandon was lucky to be able to afford an airline
ticket.  His uncle had a prosperous construction company and he paid
Brandon well for his summer job.  Brandon sacked out on Eric and Ed's floor
last night.  He rode over with Ed, Vicky, and Eric this morning.

   The group decided to walk down to the beach and check things out after
Amber arrived.  Thousands of college kids were here this week.  The beach
was hopping.  We wandered down Front Beach Road, checking out the clubs and
restaurants.

   We decided to have an early supper since most of us were worn out from
our long drive.  We picked a small restaurant and grabbed burgers and fries
for dinner.  We walked back to the campground after dinner.  Our group had
some logistics to take care of before stores closed on Saturday night.

   We divided responsibilities up.  Eric, Amber, Ed and Vicky were going
out to pick up non-alcoholic drinks and ice for our coolers.  Hal and Tammy
would go out for firewood, charcoal, lighter fluid and white gas for our
stove.  Kelly, Brandon and I volunteered to go to the grocery store to buy
food for the next couple days.

   We headed down Hutchison Boulevard a few blocks to a Publix grocery
store we passed on the way to the campground in the afternoon.  We didn't
buy anything fancy for meals - eggs, cereal, milk, orange juice, bacon,
sausage for breakfast; a couple loaves of bread, lunchmeat, cheese, peanut
butter and jelly for lunches; and the makings for spaghetti one night and
steaks, potatoes and corn another evening.  Brandon has a big sweet tooth -
we bought a cake at the bakery section.  We loaded up the cart with snacks
to keep us satisfied between meals.  We added some dishwashing supplies and
paper towels and headed for the check out.  I put the $167.23 charge on my
credit card.  Everyone was going to settle up at the end of the week to
balance everyone's costs.

   Ed, Eric and the girls came back a few minutes after we got back to the
campsites.  They had coolers filled with ice for our sodas, food and beer.
The seven of us loaded the groceries in one, the sodas in a second and
added a selection of beers from the various cases each of us brought down.

   Hal's carload came back half an hour later, just as we finished putting
all our supplies away.  Hal and Jeremy got a small fire started while we
stored the charcoal and other supplies.  Everyone pulled their chair into a
circle around the fire and relaxed.  We talked and got to know each other.

   Eric Peters was from Quincy, Florida, a small town outside of
Tallahassee.  Much to the disgust of Florida State fans, he chose to go
across state to Gainesville to play for the University of Florida.  Eric
played wide receiver too.  He and Amber Rice had been dating since eleventh
grade.  Amber also attended UF.  She was studying to be a microbiologist.

   Vicky Harris grew up in Mobile, Alabama.  Her family moved to Tampa Bay
a year ago.  She was studying business administration.  She got to know Ed
in the fall through a psych class they both took.  Ed dated her a little.
Ed and Vicky weren't an official couple - they simply enjoyed each other's
company occasionally - in bed and out.

   My friends got to know Kelly and vice versa.  Kelly seemed to be well
received by Tammy and Kathy.  That had worried me a little before we left.
Both girls were close friends with Penny and while I expected they would be
mature and treat her decently, I was pleased when they did.

   We broke out the beer while we got to know each other.  Ed grabbed one
of my amber ales.  He studied it.  "Troegs, I've never heard of this one.
Is it any good Kyle?"

   "I found the brand in January," I explained.  "I really like it."

   "It's one of Daddy's favorites," Kelly added.

   Ed took a big swig.  "This is pretty good Kyle.  How many cases did you
bring?"

   "Just one," I answered.

   Ed shook his head in dismay.  "What have we got to do to get you to
remember to bring enough beer?"

   "Sorry," I responded.  "I was in a hurry yesterday and didn't have much
space.  I had to drive out of my way to Paradise to get someone's camping
gear."

   "Touché Kyle," Ed conceded.  "Thanks for bringing stuff from home for
me." Ed looked around the group.  "What'd everyone bring to drink?"

   Our group took stock of our liquor situation.  Hal and Tammy brought a
case of beer.  Jeremy and Kathy brought two cases of beer along with three
bottles of wine.  One of Ed's over twenty-one teammates bought Brandon two
cases of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels yesterday.  Ed and Eric had
three cases of beer between them along with two bottles of gin and two
bottles of vodka.  Ed decided that we probably could stretch our liquor
supply out to last the week.  He said he'd track down a couple juniors from
the UF football team who were staying at a hotel a ½ mile away if we ran
out.  He thought they'd be able to get them to help us out.

   Jeremy, Kathy, Hal, Tammy, Kelly and I ran out of steam early that
evening.  We hadn't slept for a day and a half.  We went to our tents to
sleep while Ed, Vicky, Eric, Amber and Brandon stayed up and talked around
the fire.

   Kelly and I went to our tent and set up our sleeping bags.  Kelly
started to arrange her things to sleep alone.  I suggested, "Why don't you
open up your sleeping bag.  If we push our mats together and cover them
with your sleeping bag, we can use my sleeping bag for our covers.  It
would be a lot cozier."

   "I've never tried that," Kelly answered.  "It sounds like it could be
fun."

   We arranged our bedding for the evening.  I stripped down and climbed in
naked while Kelly put away her dirty clothing.  Kelly turned and saw me. 
She smiled and said, "Somebody is looking for some fun tonight I see."

   "Maybe," I said.  "I like sleeping in the buff when I share my bed with
my girlfriend."

   "OK Kyle," Kelly answered.  She pulled off the knee length
T-shirt/nightie she had on and laid down beside me.  We spooned together. I
draped my arm over Kelly.  She pulled it across her chest and snuggled it
against her bosom.  Kelly sighed and relaxed as we cuddled.

   "Good night honey," I said as I kissed her neck.

   "MMMmmmm..." Kelly sighed.  "Good night Kyle."

   We cuddled, enjoying the warmth and feeling of closeness to each other.
The closeness produced one more, not unexpected reaction.  My cock
hardened. I rubbed it between Kelly's legs and gave her a kiss.  "Kelly?"
No answer.  "Do you want a little fun before we sleep?" I asked hopefully.
The only answer was her gentle breathing.  My exhausted lover was sleeping
already.  I sighed and let my own weariness send me to sleep.

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   I had an extremely realistic dream early that morning where Kelly was
giving me a hand job.  I awoke with a start when I realized that it wasn't
dream.  I opened my eyes to see my naked girlfriend lying on her side
facing me, gently stroking my steely cock.

   We could hear the sounds of Ed and Vicky coupling with each other a few
feet from us in the other room of the tent.  I blinked a couple times and
stared at my girlfriend.

   Kelly winked and said, "Your friends got me excited.  Can you make love
to me?"

   "Sure," I said expectantly.  "I'd love that.

   Kelly leaned in to kiss me.  I puckered my lips to accept the kiss. 
When Kelly crinkled her nose before our lips touched and backed off. 
"Morning breath Kyle," she explained.

   "Sorry," I replied.  "We could do a little 69 to get ready if you want."

   "Ummm... I've never done that," Kelly said.

   "Have you ever given a blow job?" I asked.  Kelly nodded yes.  "It'll be
similar except I'll be eating your goodies while you do me."

   "OK" Kelly said simply.  She continued to stare at me.

   I rolled on my back and explained, "You turn around and straddle me. 
You should be on top so you can control how much of me ends up in your
mouth."

   Kelly slurped the head of my cock into her mouth as soon as she was in
position.  Kelly swirled her tongue around the head.  I put my hands on her
ass cheeks and pulled her pussy closer to me.  I licked along her slot.

   Kelly's juices were already flowing and I used my tongue to spread them
around.  Kelly giggled as I teased her.  She was enthusiastic but inexpert
at fellatio.  I licked and fingered my girlfriend to get her properly
excited.  Kelly licked, sucked and stroked my cock but didn't get me close
to cumming.  I brought Kelly to orgasm.

   Kelly went back to sucking me off when she recovered from her climax.  I
let her go a minute before I suggested, "Why don't we make love now?  Do
you want to be on the top?"

   "Top?" Kelly said.  Her face lit up.  "Goody, I like it that way." Kelly
switched around so she was facing me.  She clasped my erection, centered it
on her opening and sank down slowly onto it.

   I put my hands on her waist to help steady Kelly while she worked all of
my cock into her tight little pussy.  I smiled as my bare cock slid into
her.  I was glad Kelly had taken care of birth control.  Skin on skin is
simply the best.

   I knew I wasn't going to last too long.  In spite of my womanizing
reputation, I had sex one time before last weekend since the winter
semester started.  Kelly's hot, slippery pussy stimulated with my bare cock
as she rode me enthusiastically.

   We made love for at most five minutes.  Kelly tried to stifle herself
with limited success since our friends were nearby.  I managed to bring her
to orgasm teasing her breasts and clitoris before I jetted a wad of cum
into my lover.

   We dressed, gathered our shower things and went outside.  Jeremy and
Kathy were at the picnic table eating breakfast.  Brandon was sitting in a
chair tending the small fire.

   "Morning," Jeremy said cheerfully as we emerged from our tent.  He gave
us a wink.  "There's nothing like a morning quickie to get you started."

   Kelly and I mumbled "Good Morning," as we headed for the shower house.
Kelly blushed with embarrassment.

   Kathy swatted Jeremy as we walked away.  "Behave yourself," she
commanded.

   Jeremy protested innocently, "What?"

   We heard Ed and Vicky start up round two of lovemaking as we left.  We
held hands as we walked.  When we were out of ear-shot of camp, Kelly
commented, "Your friends certainly are comfortable talking about sex."

   "Sure," I answered.  "We've been overhearing each other have sex for
years.  We're used to it."

   "I don't know if I'll ever get used to it," Kelly said.  "I've never
talked about sex with anyone but my sister Anne and my closest girlfriends
from school."

   "I understand," I explained.  "These are my closest friends.  We've
known each other since elementary school."

   "I'm not used to so many people knowing that I'm ..." Kelly said
nervously.

   "...Getting screwed?" I finished.  Kelly smiled and nodded yes.  "You
get used to it.  If we'd have woken up earlier, I'm sure Jeremy and Kathy
were doing it.  We heard Ed and Vicky.  It's no big deal."

   Kelly didn't argue my point but I knew she was skeptical.  We found the
shower house and took adjoining stalls.  We emerged fifteen minutes later,
clean and refreshed from our long drive and our lovemaking.  We walked back
to our campsite holding hands.

   We whipped up some eggs, bacon and hash browns for breakfast.  We hung
out and talked with my friends.  Couple by couple, the rest of our group
joined us.  Around noon time, after everyone had showered and eaten, we
headed down to the beach.

   It was sunny and the temperature was in the mid-seventies, very pleasant
after my cold winter in State College.  Ed, Brandon, Jeremy and I tried a
swim in the water but the Gulf was much too cold to enjoy the swim.

   The beaches were packed with thousands of college students.  I saw a
least a hundred different colleges represented in the crowd on T-shirts and
shorts.  I wore one of my many Penn State Football T-shirts.  Jeremy
proudly wore his National Champion Fighting Irish shirts.

   T-shirts came off.  All the girls were dressed in bikinis.  I'm
prejudiced, but I thought Kelly was the prettiest of all the girls in our
group.  I'm sure Ed, Eric, Jeremy and Hal disagreed.

   Our group spent time in the afternoon getting a tan.  The Floridians
were slightly pale, the rest of us northern college students were pasty
white.  The sun felt good on our bodies.

   Brandon spent time checking out the other girls at the beach.  He had
hopes of hooking up with someone quickly so he wasn't the odd man out in
our group of couples.  He chatted with some girls on the beach and flirted
with a few more.  I noticed when I flipped over from my back to my front he
was engaged in an extended conversation with a couple guys and three girls.

   The guys and girls he was talking with split a few minutes later. 
Brandon came back smiling and laid down beside on his towel beside me.  I
looked over at him.  "Success!" Brandon said proudly.  "I got myself a date
with that hottie I was talking with a few minutes ago."

   "That's cool," I said agreeably.

   "I hope somebody can give me a lift to the club where I'm supposed to
meet her tonight," Brandon said.

   "Where is it?"

   "Some place called Club ....  Uh... le Croshear da Solay" Brandon said
in mangled French.

   Tammy laughed.  "Do you mean le Coucher de Soleil?" Tammy had four years
of French in high school.  Brandon and I both took Deutsch.

   "Yeah," Brandon replied gleefully.  "That's the name of the place I'm
supposed to meet Geneva tonight.  What's the name mean?"

   "Club Sunset," Tammy explained.  "That's a very poetic name."

   "Club Sunset," Brandon said, nodding his head approvingly.  "This place
is supposed to be the hottest spot on the beach this week.  They're having
a Spring Break Kickoff Party tonight at 9:30.  All of you should come."

   Brandon went on to describe what his date, Geneva Anderson, and her
friends told him about the club.  The place was huge.  They had food,
drinks, live bands, a pool and loads of space for dancing and mingling. 
The kick off party would let us know about all the events the club had
planned for the week.  We agreed that the club sounded like fun.

   The girls enjoyed the relaxation and tanning most of the afternoon.  We
guys got antsy after a couple hours.  We played some volleyball when a
court opened up.

   Later we played Ultimate Frisbee in a grassy area behind the beach.  Ed,
Eric and Brandon took on Jeremy, Hal and me.  It was a closely fought
contest.  I covered Eric.  I found out the guy had speed.

   After one of our team's scores, I asked Ed, "How fast is Eric?"

   "Eric?" Ed answered enthusiastically.  "He's greased lightening.  That's
the only kind of receiver we have at UF."

   Eric overheard us.  He asked, "You've been keeping up pretty well Kyle.
What's your time on the 40?"

   "4.30 seconds last time I was timed in the fall."

   "4.32 for me," Eric responded.

   "That's fast.  I'm one of three guys on the Lions with that kind of
speed," I explained.  I realized immediately that wasn't right.  I chuckled
and added, "Actually... the other two guys with my speed are seniors. 
Hopefully some of our recruits can replace Aaron and Les."

   "Aaron?" Eric asked expectantly.  "Do you mean Aaron Morano the
cornerback?" I nodded yes.  "I was watching ESPN last week when they were
televising the NFL Scouting Combine.  I saw him run a 4.29 second 40 on
Friday afternoon."

   "4.29?" I asked, incredulous.  "Damn!  He picked the right time to run
the best 40 of his life." Eric agreed.  We decided Aaron had locked himself
in as a first round draft pick.  I thought to myself, `This is perfect. 
The prank Justin and I have planned will be even more believable when we
spring it on Aaron next week.'

   We guys played Ultimate for an hour before we got tired.  We relaxed in
the sun with our girls for awhile.  The whole group headed back to the
campsite around 6 pm and cooked dinner.  After dinner we showered and
dressed up for the club.  We loaded up and headed down Front Beach Road for
the Club le Coucher de Soleil.

   Geneva had given Brandon excellent directions.  We had no trouble
finding the club.  The massive parking lot was packed when we got there. 
We arrived about twenty minutes ahead of the 9:30 opening time.

   We joined the queue of people waiting to get in.  Brandon split when he
saw Geneva and her friends.  Some other kids in Penn State T-shirts spotted
me wearing football shirt, pointed at their own shirts and waved.  Kelly
and I smiled and waved back to them.  It felt nice seeing others from our
school here in the deep south.

   The club opened its doors five minutes early.  It took us fifteen
minutes to work our way to the door in the queue.  A couple guys in the
group in front of us tried to get in using phony IDs.  The bouncer kicked
them out of the line.  Thankfully no one in our group was trying to pass
for twenty-one.  When it was our turn, the bouncer briefly inspected our
IDs, stamped our hands for no alcohol, and let us in the club.

   The hall we entered was cavernous.  Hundreds of kids were inside
already. The band was setting up on stage.  The DJ was spinning music.  We
wandered around a little, checking the place out.

   After a few minutes, Eric asked, "Anybody thirsty?  I can go grab some
cokes."

   My friends chimed in.  "Sure." "Sounds good." "Yeah thanks."

   "What kind do you want?" Eric asked.

   "What kind?  I'm not into diet or whatever," I answered.  "Plain Coke is
fine."

   Eric looked exasperated.  "Yes, but what kind of coke do you want?"

   Ed laughed.  "Eric means, what kind of soda do you want Kyle?  Coke is a
generic term for soda down here."

   "You mean pop," Kelly teased.

   Jeremy and Kathy added, "Our friends back at school were after us all
fall about how funny we talk.  It's pop in Indiana too."

   My friends and I talked about the vagaries of our language for a couple
minutes; y'all versus youse (plural for you in Philadelphia), pop and soda
versus coke and so on.  Eric and Amber insisted all us Yankees talk funny.
We teased Eric and Amber about their southern drawl.  It was all taken as
good fun.  The non-Pennsylvania Dutch residents teased us Dutchmen about
our `Throw papa down the stairs his hat', ending sentences with once or
ain't not and other expressions common to Lancaster, Lebanon and Berks
Counties.

   The band started up so every couple headed out to dance.  The band was
really kicking.  They were the best performers I had ever seen live.  Kelly
and danced every dance we could manage, stopping just for occasional
drinks. Our friends enjoyed themselves too.

   The MC let the crowd know about the club's plans during our spring break
week.  They had a pool party tomorrow evening from 6:00pm to closing time
that featured all you could eat pizza and other refreshments.  Two local
bands would be performing during the party.  The $20 cover charge seemed
reasonable.

   They had a foam party planned for Thursday night.  Eric had heard of
this before.  You came dressed in swimsuits and T-shirts.  The staff
squirted foam all over the audience while we danced and enjoyed the music.
I could get into it.  I'd love to see all the girls at this club in wet
T-shirts - especially one particular girl - Kelly.

   Brandon and Geneva split with her friends Tom, Chelsea, Alex and Lauren.
"Geneva and I are having a good time together," Brandon announced as they
were leaving.  "Don't wait up for me gang.  Geneva will give me a ride back
to camp later." He winked, leaned close to me and whispered, "I think I
have a good chance to get laid tonight."

   "Have fun," I answered aloud.  I gave Brandon and wink and a
surreptitious thumbs up when Geneva turned away.

   Jeremy glanced at his watch as Brandon, his girl and her friends left.
It was after midnight.  "What do you guys think?" Jeremy asked.  "I hear a
bottle of beer calling me back at camp."

   Everyone agreed that some real drinks sounded perfect.  We headed out of
the club, filled our three cars and headed back to our campground.  We lit
up a lantern back at camp, gathered around the campfire Hal and I built,
talked and put back a few beers.  At least most of us did.  Ed satisfied
his taste for screwdrivers that he acquired this year.  The rest of us
found out that Eric was the one who turned Ed onto them.

   There weren't any other tents near ours in the primitive camping area,
so we didn't need to worry about making too much noise after midnight. 
Other students on meager budgets like us had borrowed pop-up trailers or
campers from their parents before they came down for spring break.  Of
course all of my friends were used to more primitive camping than this. 
Vicky and Amber had done little camping in their lives but were willing to
try it with us.

   Eric was completely at home camping.  He had been a Boy Scout when he
was growing up.  He stayed in until he was fourteen.  He said his troop was
boring so he quit.  My friends and Kelly told him about our experiences in
Venturering.  Eric wished someone had gotten that program going in his town
when he was younger.  Our trips to Algonquin and Northern Tier Canoe Base
sounded like fun to him.

   Both Vicky and Amber had camped a little with their families, but not as
much as the rest of our group.  They were adjusting to tenting out pretty
well.

   We doused our campfire and headed to bed around 1:00 am.  Kelly and I
weren't ready to sleep yet, so we got dirty.  I licked her to a couple
orgasms before we made love.  I coaxed Kelly to one more climax while we
screwed before I filled her with sperm.  We fell asleep slightly messy but
very happy.

   I woke up around 6:00 am the next morning desperate to get rid of some
of the beer I drank last night.  I hurried over to the restrooms and tried
to go back to bed without disturbing Kelly.  I was unsuccessful.

   Kelly rolled over to face me when I cuddled back up against her.  She
gave me a kiss on the cheek.  Things escalated quickly.  I ended up
introducing Kelly to a new sex position, making love spooned on our sides.
She loved the unhurried way we could join together and the way I could
caress and cuddle with her while we shared our bodies.

   I rolled on my back after I came.  "That was great Kyle," Kelly said as
she rolled to face me.  "We're going to do that every morning this week."

   "You won't get an argument from me," I said, grinning like the Cheshire
Cat.  "I love sharing a bed with you." Kelly gave me a very nice kiss.

   "I'm glad my parents can't see us now," Kelly chuckled.  "Mom would have
a heart attack and Dad would be looking for his shotgun."

   "Good thing they're still in Pittsburgh," I replied jauntily.  "I guess
this means I won't be sharing your bed next Saturday night when we stay at
your house."

   "No," Kelly said firmly.  "You'll probably share a room with one or two
of my brothers."

   "I guess we better enjoy all of this that we can this week." I gave
Kelly a kiss.  We cuddled together and went back to sleep.

   We woke to the sounds of nearby love making - in stereo.  Ed and Vicky
were going at it in the other room of our tent.  We also could hear Hal and
Tammy a few feet away in their tent too.  Kelly and I were both satisfied
with our love making sessions before bed and early in the morning.  We got
up and headed off to the shower house.

   Jeremy and Kathy were up when we came back.  The four of us made
breakfast and hung out until the other two couples appeared.  Half an hour
later when Amber and Eric got out of bed, they reported that Brandon hadn't
returned to his half of their tent last night.  Apparently he and Geneva
had spent the night together.  Ed and Vicky got up shortly after Eric and
Amber.

   We were enjoying brunch when a Ford Taurus pulled in our campsite. 
Geneva had driven Brandon back.  The pair decided after hanging with her
friends most of the night to spend today with us.  Brandon introduced
Geneva to everyone and we welcomed her to our circle.

   The group decided more sun and tanning time was in order for the
afternoon.  We headed for the beach in Miles Park, across Front Beach Road
from our campground.  We spent most of the afternoon tanning, played a
couple games of volleyball and fit in some more Ultimate Frisbee.  Ultimate
gave us a good aerobic workout without all the banging that we got when we
played football.

   We grabbed a snack from a stand along the road before we went back to
our campsite.  We cleaned up and headed for the Club le Coucher de Soleil
for their Monday pool party.  We arrived fifteen minutes before the party
was to start.  The line to get inside was huge; we waited in line half an
hour to pay our $20 cover charge and get our hand stamped "No Alcohol."
Brandon split as soon as he found Geneva and her friends.

   The party was being held outside on decks surrounding a large wading
pool between the club and the beach.  The club had tables loaded with
pizzas, sandwiches and other snacks.  Kelly, my friends and I enjoyed the
food, refreshed ourselves with drinks and enjoyed the first of the two
bands for the evening.  We danced after we ate our fill of pizza.

   I wore my Penn State #85 game jersey that evening.  I guess I don't mind
showing off a little.  Kelly and I bumped into a group of Penn State
students one of the times we took a break from dancing.  One of the guys
was also wearing a #85 jersey.

   Coach Adams had told me that the athletic department had added my jersey
to their line of player's jerseys they sold to fans.  He said they sold
about a thousand of mine so far.  I knew those jerseys were out there but I
had never come face-to-face with my own fame.

   The guy wearing my replica jersey squeezed in close to me.  He grinned,
extended his hand and said, "I guess you're a Kyle Martin fan too." I shook
his hand and nodded yes.  Before I could say anything he continued, "I was
lucky.  I had tickets to the Kent State game.  I was sitting right in the
end zone when he broke that first kickoff for a touchdown.  It was awesome.
What a way to start a career at Penn State."

   I glanced at Kelly.  She was trying to stifle a giggle.  Before I could
introduce myself, my fan rattled on, "I'm so glad Martin chose Penn State.
He was great last year, but I think he'll be even better now that he has
some experience." I nodded yes and let him continue.  "Hayes, Martin and
our offense ought to dominate next season."

   I nodded again.  My fan paused for a breath.  I said, "I guess we should
introduce ourselves..."

   "Oh!" the fan said.  "I'm sorry.  Excuse my manners.  I'm John... John
Lafferty." He extended his hand to me.

   I shook it and answered, "Hi John, I'm Kyle..." I waited to see if he
figured it out.  Kelly was giggling beside me.  I saw the light bulb click
on inside his head as his eyes got wide.  "I'm Kyle Martin," I confirmed.

   John pumped my hand up and down repeatedly.  "OH!" he gasped.  "Oh,
wow!" He stammered, "Wow.  I can't believe this.  I'm your biggest fan."

   "Thanks.  It's nice to meet you John," I replied.  John introduced me to
his other friends.  I introduced them to Kelly.  We talked for about
fifteen minutes about Penn State football, Zack Hayes and the state of our
offense.  I autographed the shirttail of John's jersey before he left.  I
gave autographs to his friends.

   When the Penn State fans left, Ed teased Kelly, "Do you need a hand
deflating Kyle's ego?"

   "No," Kelly answered.  "You get used to this when you hang around with
Kyle."

   "This isn't bad," I added.  "You should see what it's like when you go
out with Zack Hayes.  He gets ten fans looking for autographs for everyone
I get." Ed nodded.  I added, "You'll see in a year or two when you're the
starter for UF."

   "Yeah, I guess I'll see what you mean," Ed said.  "Elijah does have to
deal with the fans.  I suppose I'll see if I make it to be the starter."

   I was surprised at Ed's comment about IF he made it to starter.  Last
spring when we were in high school, Ed had things all planned out how he
expected it to go in college.  Elijah Carter, UF's starting quarterback,
would be a senior next season.  Ed planned to be Elijah's back-up and take
over the season after that.  He expected to be the starter for his next
three seasons at UF.  The two of us were going to need to have a private
talk this week.  I wanted to know why Ed's college career plans were
uncertain now.

   The band started up again so Kelly and I hit the dance floor.  The other
couples joined us.  We danced through the night with occasional breaks for
pizza, drinks and other snacks.  We stayed through both live bands.  When
the second band packed up our group headed back to camp to enjoy some
stronger drinks than the sodas we had at the club.

   We got back to camp a little after ten o'clock.  I built a campfire for
our group.  Most everyone grabbed beers to enjoy.  Ed and Eric insisted on
making screwdrivers.  Ed coaxed me into trying one.  It was OK.  I didn't
care much for the way it burned as it went down.  I went back to the Troegs
Amber Ale after one screwdriver.  I guess I'm not a mixed drink kind of
guy.

   Kelly broke out the marshmallows for S'mores.  We sat up talking, eating
and drinking until well after midnight.  All of us had a nice buzz going by
the time we headed to bed.  I had four beers on top of the screwdriver. 
Kelly was only one beer behind me.  The rest of my friends kept up.  Kelly
and I put the fire out and put away the food as the other couples headed to
bed.

   We could hear the sounds of four couples getting it on when we returned
from the shower house to go to sleep.  Kelly and I were tipsy but not too
far gone for sex.  We made love twice before we fell asleep spooned
together.

   Kelly didn't stir early in the morning when I had to get up to relieve
myself of the large quantity of beer I had the previous night.  I was half
awake later when Kelly got up for the same purpose.  I fell asleep before
she returned from the bathroom.

   Kelly was dead to the world when I finally woke up later in the morning.
I grabbed my shower things, my canteen and some Tylenol and headed over to
the shower house.  Hydration, pain relievers and a long hot shower restored
me to some semblance of humanity.

   I grabbed my playbook from my tent and sat down at the picnic table to
review plays while I waited for the rest of my friends to wake up.  I
poured myself a glass of orange juice (sans vodka) to help me wake up while
I studied.

   Ed got up about fifteen minutes later.  I greeted him cheerily and got a
grunt in response.  He looked pretty ragged as he trudged off to the shower
house to clean up for the day.  Ed returned twenty minutes later looking
better.  He dropped off his shower things and jogged over to the table.

   "Hey Kyle," Ed asked cheerfully.  "You want to go for a run with me?"

   "Running?" I asked, incredulously.  "You got to be kidding.  Why would I
want to go running after everything I had to drink last night?"

   "Exercise helps clear the toxins from your body," Ed explained.  "Let's
go.  It'll be good for you."

   "I'll give it a try," I said warily.  Ed and I headed out of the
campground for the beach at a slow, comfortable pace.  We ran down to the
beach and then continued along the water's edge.  I started to feel better
after ten minutes of easy jogging.

   We jogged about fifteen minutes before we stopped for a break.  "Hey
Ed," I asked.  "Can I ask you a question?"

   "Sure, what's up?" Ed answered.

   "Last night you were talking about IF you become the starting
quarterback?" I queried.  "What happened to your grand plan?"

   "Terrence Walker happened," Ed answered crossly.

   "Who's he?"

   "Walker is a junior college transfer who is joining our team next fall,"
Ed explained.  "I hadn't factored him into my plan."

   "What's so special about this Walker guy?" I asked.  "I've never known
you to back down to a challenge.  You didn't hesitate a bit when you took
on Steve in high school.  He had two years on varsity and you'd never
played at that level."

   "It's not the same now," Ed explained.  "The student paper is filled
with stories about how good this guy is.  He's supposed to be almost as
fast as you.  He's elusive if he takes off and runs.  He has a cannon for
an arm."

   "If he's so good, why did he go to junior college?" I asked.

   "Academic problems, I'm told." Ed answered.

   "OK, if you can't out run him and can't out throw him, you need to out
smart him." I said.  "You have a year in with the Gator system.  You'll
know all the plays in the fall.  He'll still be trying to figure out where
to hang his jock strap."

   "You're probably right," Ed conceded.  "How about you?  Do you expect to
earn a starter's spot this spring?"

   "Probably not," I answered.  "Our team has two guys with three years
experience.  I doubt I'll be able to beat them.  Coach Burton has me
penciled in as the #3 receiver." Ed nodded in understanding.  "For us, that
means I'll be on the field for half or two thirds of the plays.  That's not
bad for a soon-to-be sophomore."

   "No, it's not bad," Ed said.  "I expect sometime next season they'll
promote you to starter.  They can't keep your speed off the field."

   The two of us jogged back down the beach and returned to the campsite.
Everyone except for Eric and Amber were up by the time we got back.  A big
pot of coffee was perking.  We made eggs and bacon for breakfast.  Eric and
Amber eventually crawled out of their tent and staggered off to the shower
house to purge themselves and to prepare to face the day.

   The group headed to the beach in the afternoon to sun ourselves, play
some volleyball and some Ultimate Frisbee, as had become our custom.  We
grilled steaks over charcoal for dinner.  The group decided to try a
different club that evening.  We went to the Jibe Ho Beach Club down the
road from Club Sunset.

   We headed back to camp around 10:30 pm, much earlier than the previous
nights.  We sat around the campfire, consumed some brews and enjoyed each
other's company.  Each couple headed to bed around midnight.  Kelly and I
made love to a background of moans and sighs as my buddies scored home runs
with their girls.  Three orgasms later for Kelly and a couple for me sent
us into a contented and peaceful sleep.

   Kelly woke up amorous in the morning.  I gave her a ride on my fleshy
pole through a couple climaxes before I ejaculated into my lover.  God,
it's good to be young, horny and on vacation with your girlfriend.

   Kelly was losing her shyness about my friends overhearing us make love.
She took Ed's teasing in stride when we emerged from the tent and got
ourselves some breakfast.

   Brandon and Geneva showed up around noon.  Everyone headed for the beach
in the afternoon.  The temperature earlier in the week was in the low to
mid seventies.  By afternoon on Wednesday, it had warmed into the eighties.
Jeremy and I decided to try a dip in the Gulf waters again.  We went in and
found the water shriveled our balls to almost nothing.  We did a little
free style swimming parallel to the shore for a few minutes then returned
to the warm beach.

   As had become our custom, we tanned a little, played some volleyball and
then tanned and relaxed some more.  The guys grew bored with lying in the
sun after awhile.  We headed for the grass and began playing Ultimate
Frisbee.

   A group of six well-built guys our age interrupted us a half hour after
we started.  All but one of them were above average in height.  All of
them, including the short guy, were muscular.  The tallest guy, a couple
inches shorter than me, was carrying a football.

   He asked, "Y'all interested in a game?"

   "Are you interested in Ultimate Frisbee?" I asked.

   I had on a Penn State T-shirt, Ed had on an old scout T-shirt that said
`Crew 312, Paradise, Pa.' Jeremy, Hal and Brandon all wore T-shirts from
the respective colleges.  Eric was shirtless, so you couldn't tell he was
from Florida.

   "Don't you Yankees play men's games?" The tall guy said.  "I mean how
about a little football?"

   "I've lived in Florida all my life," Eric protested.  "I'm no Yankee."

   While Eric established his southern credentials, the rest of us traded
glances.  My friends shrugged and casually nodded their willingness.

   "I guess we can play football if you want," I said.  "Let's make it two
hand touch.  I don't want anybody to get hurt."

   "It ain't football unless it's tackle," the guy standing beside the tall
spokesman sneered.  He was wearing a UAB wrestling T-shirt.  "You guys man
enough to take us on?"

   I glanced over and saw Jeremy bristle.  That's not a good sign.  I
asked, "I guess we can play tackle if you're up to it."

   "Y'all don't worry about us," the tall spokesman said.  "We'all played
varsity ball in high school."

   "OK, some of us did too," I replied.  I noticed Brandon try to keep his
smile in check.  "We'll kick off to you guys.  Do you want to throw the
ball in play or do you want to do a real kickoff?"

   "Y'all can throw it downfield to us," the tall guys said.  They trotted
down field and lined up about forty yards from us.

   "These rednecks need to be taught a lesson guys," Jeremy said as we
huddled.  He winked and added, "Sorry Hal, I guess we don't need your
specialty today." We divided up the opposing players for coverage.

   "You do the honors," I said as I handed their ball to Ed.  "Don't kill
anybody Jeremy.  Take it easy on the hits." He nodded in agreement.

   Ed launched a deep arching pass past them.  Our opponents stared,
stunned to see the ball fly over their heads and land twenty yards behind
them.  Two guys woke up and ran back to retrieve the ball while the other
four tried to block us.  The UAB wrestler ended up trying to stop Jeremy.
Jeremy shed his block, knifed in to the runner, wrapped him up and knocked
him on his can, none to gently.

   "You promised Jeremy," Hal insisted as we huddled before their first
play.  "You're going to take it easy on them.  No blood."

   "They're being such obnoxious pricks," Jeremy replied.  "They deserve
it."

   "No blood!" all of us insisted in unison.  Jeremy nodded in
acknowledgement.

   The rednecks lined up across the line of scrimmage from us.  They ran a
power run at us.  It actually was a pretty well organized play.  They had
blocking leading the runner to the point of attack.  Jeremy still slipped
off his blocker and caught the runner.  I saw Jeremy ease up as he wrapped
up in the runner for the tackle.  He still knocked the guy backward on his
butt.

   The rednecks decided to run outside next on my side.  Hal and I forced
the runner back towards the center of the field where Jeremy knocked him
down after a couple yard gain.

   We huddled up while the rednecks decided their next play.  "You play any
d-back in high school Kyle?" Eric asked.  "You or I are going to see a pass
this time.  I think they've had enough of Jeremy."

   "Yep, I think you're right," I confirmed.  "I played a little cornerback
and safety in school.  I'll get the ball if it comes my way."

   Eric smiled.  "If they put the ball in the air near me, I've got it."

   The rednecks did try to send the ball deep on the next play.  I ran
downfield at three quarter speed, staying with the tall guy.  They tested
Eric's side.  Eric made a nice cut in front of his receiver when the QB
launched the ball.  He grabbed it and sprinted for the end zone, making a
couple of would-be tacklers miss on the way.

   Ed threw the ball deep on the ensuing "kickoff".  Jeremy and the rest of
us kept their return to a minimum.

   They tested my side next with a deep pass.  The QB badly overthrew the
ball.  I adjusted my route slightly and jumped as high as I could when the
ball arrived.  I barely snagged it with my finger tips.  I made a spin move
to get away from the rednecks' spokesman and sprinted down the field.  The
rest of their team members were in bad positions to make the tackle. 
Nobody touched me before I scored a touchdown.

   They stood and stared at me while my teammates came down and gave me
backslaps and high fives to celebrate our score.  They walked back to the
opposite end of the field shaking their heads in disbelief.

   Ed threw the ball deep again to put it in play.  Eric and I met the
runner ten yards down field after he fielded Ed's throw.  The rednecks
finally found a way to dent our defense.  They concentrated on throwing to
the guys in the center of the field that Hal and Brandon were covering. 
The rednecks managed to make a first down before Hal and Brandon adjusted
and stopped them.

   Our opponents were smart enough to know they needed to keep the ball
away from Eric and me.  They threw the "kickoff" directly at Jeremy.  They
were surprised how quick Jeremy was.  His best time in the 40 was 4.55
seconds, excellent for a middle linebacker.  It took four guys to bring
Jeremy down when they caught him.

   The rednecks weren't braying about their superiority over us Yankees
anymore, but we were still ticked off at them.  I suggested a down and out
timing pass play from high school to Ed when we huddled.  Ed agreed.

   I hoped as we lined up that Ed and I wouldn't be too rusty.  We had
practiced this play together for four years but hadn't played with each
other for nine months.  I ran downfield at the snap.  Ed passed the ball as
I reached a spot twenty-five yards down.  I cut to the sideline and caught
the ball over my shoulder on the dead run.  The redneck spokesman was way
behind me by then.  I sprinted for the end zone, untouched by anyone else.

   "How in the HELL did you do that?" the spokesman asked, perplexed.  "He
threw the ball before you even made a cut.  How'd you do that?"

   "Practice," I said smiling.  "Four years of practice."

   Ed threw the ball into play downfield to our opponents.  We stopped them
from gaining a first down.  They wisely threw the ball into play on the
"kickoff" directly at Brandon.  He carried it a half a dozen yards before
he was tackled.

   Ed huddled us up.  "Your turn roomie," he said with a grin.  Ed called a
play I didn't recognize, presumably using UF terminology.  Eric smiled and
nodded.  Ed briefly explained that the play was a deep post route to the
rest of us and gave us our assignments.

   Eric sprinted down the field, passing his cover guy quickly and then the
safety who came over to help.  Ed lobbed a deep pass down the field.  Eric
slowed slightly, pulled the ball in and sprinted into the end zone
untouched.  The rednecks stared, not believing what their eyes had just
seen.

   I called for everyone to huddle up; Yankees and rednecks alike.  "I
think some introductions may be in order," I explained.  "You guys
challenged the wrong group this afternoon." I pointed out Eric.  "This is
Eric Peters.  He has a scholarship to play wide receiver at the University
of Florida." Eric nodded.

   I pointed to Ed.  "This is Ed Fritz.  He plays quarterback at UF."

   I motioned to Hal and said, "Hal Long has a football scholarship at
Rutgers." I smiled and added, "I'm Kyle Martin.  I made all-American last
season playing for the Penn State Nittany Lions."

   I nodded to Jeremy.  "Show them your ring Jeremy." He held is right hand
up and showed them the large ring.  "This is Jeremy North and that is a
national championship ring.  Jeremy earned it playing special teams for
Notre Dame.  He's their future starting middle linebacker."

   The rednecks were suitably chastened.  They asked us questions about our
experiences in college football.  Their attitude towards went from
hostility to guardedly friendly as we talked.  The redneck spokesman, who's
name turned out to be Bobby Lee Moore, pointed to Brandon and asked,
"What'd you play in high school?"

   "Trumpet," Brandon replied, grinning.  "I'm the one normal guy in this
crew of overachievers."

   "What do you say to dividing the teams up differently?" I asked.  "We
could spread the talent around and make the game more competitive." Bobby
Lee and his friends agreed.

   My friends and I huddled and debated how to divide up.  We settled on
putting Ed, Jeremy and Hal on one team.  Ed's talent would be neutralized
when we took away his best targets - Eric and me.  Eric and I would be
neutralized by making sure we weren't on the same team as a guy who could
throw the ball sixty yards downfield and hit us with a pass.

   I ended up on the same team as Bobby Lee and his friends Dan and Jim. 
We played for an hour and half.  The game was much more competitive this
way.  I played quarterback on my team.  Ed's receivers managed to catch a
lot of his passes.  They had no choice.  The ball hit them on the numbers
every time.  I got off a couple deep passes to Eric - not sixty yarders
like Ed could throw.  Mine went forty yards to Eric when he outran Hal, who
was covering him.

   My team led Ed's five touchdowns to four when our girlfriends came to
retrieve us for dinner.  We all shook hands when the game was over.  The
guys from Birmingham, Alabama weren't such bad guys when you got to know
them better.  They promised to keep an eye out for us in the fall when our
teams played on TV.

   Our group did hot dogs and burgers over the grill at our campsite for
dinner.  We cleaned up and headed back to the Sunset Club for the evening.
It had been the nicer place to go when compared to Jibe Ho.  We danced and
enjoyed the music and buzzing atmosphere half the night outside by the
wading pool.

   Ed and Jeremy were disappointed when we went back to camp for a little
drinking before bedtime.  Our beer supply was getting low.  We had started
with nine cases at the beginning of the week.  We had three quarters of a
case left.  Ed and Eric said they would go out tomorrow and see a couple of
their teammates who was staying here in Panama City Beach.  They were over
twenty-one and could buy more beer for us.

   Geneva and Brandon hung with us throughout the evening.  They split at
bed time.  Geneva had no interest in sleeping on the ground with Brandon.
Sleeping with him - yes, but in a real bed.  They went back to her room for
the night.

   Kelly and I made love twice that evening before we went to sleep.  We
fell asleep spooned together, contented and sexually satisfied,
temporarily. Kelly woke me early in the morning.  My hard cock was poking
between her legs and had gotten her excited.  We made love around 6:00 am
before we went back to sleep.  We made love one more time before we finally
got out of bed around 11:00 am.

   Eric and Ed went out at noontime to meet DeShaun Williamson and Julius
King.  DeShaun was the second string quarterback at Florida.  Julius was a
junior who roomed with DeShaun and was the starting left cornerback for the
Gators.  They bought a couple cases of beer with the money that Ed and Eric
gave them.  Our friends triumphantly loaded up our beer cooler with ice and
more brew to keep us going for the rest of the week.

   We went off to the beach in the afternoon and hung out like the other
days.  We didn't run into Bobby Lee and his friends from Birmingham.  One
thing that was different was that all of us five football players brought
our playbooks along and studied as we tanned.  Spring practice was in ten
days.  We had to know our stuff if we wanted to catch our coach's eye and
get playing time.

   That night was foam night at the Club le Coucher de Soleil.  Thousands
of us filled the decks surrounding the wading pool.  The guys were dressed
in bathing suits and T-shirts.  Many of the girls, including all of our
group, were dressed in bikinis and T-shirts.  The first band started
playing.  The club staff sprayed foam over everyone.  In minutes everyone
was drenched with foam and water.  It was great.

   I enjoy well turned female legs.  They're great.  I enjoy a nice ass
too. Most of all I love female breasts.  There were a thousand pairs under
clinging wet T-shirts on display bouncing in time to the music.  Nipples
were showing everywhere.  I tried to not let my eyes stray too much, but it
was difficult.  Kelly was forgiving the couple times she caught me staring
at other girls.

   The sight of all these females on display was too much.  I popped a
woody that absolutely would not go down.  I wasn't the only guy.  I bet
most of the guys at the party were sporting hard-ons.  I teased Kelly when
I saw her checking out one particularly well-hung guy dancing near us. 
Both of us were totally horny by the time our group headed back to camp.

   We had only one beer with our friends before we headed to bed.  Since we
became intimate, Kelly and I had made love gently and passionately.  That
night we fucked - hard core, drive-each-other-mad fucking.  I lost track of
how many times I brought Kelly to orgasm.  I know I blew three loads of
sperm in my lover.  I had filled her with so much cum that she had to make
a special trip to the bathroom to cleanup before she could go to sleep.  I
fell asleep before Kelly came back to our bed, exhausted from all the sex.

   -------------------------------------------------------

   I woke up Friday morning on my back with Kelly half sprawled on top of
me.  I tried to carefully turn her on her side without waking her -
unsuccessfully.  "Morning sweetie," Kelly said brightly as she opened her
eyes.  She gave me a kiss on the nose.  She followed that by nibbling on my
ear and then kissing down my neck.

   "Good morning honey," I answered.  Kelly kissed down until her lips were
on the nape of my neck.  She paused.  "You know I love you, right?" I said
before I returned the kisses.  I started on her cheek and worked my way
down, kissing her neck and then down her chest towards her breasts.

   "Mmmm...." Kelly sighed.  She giggled and added, "I love you so much
Kyle.  I wish this week would go on forever." Kelly rolled on top of me. 
She kissed me full on the lips, morning breath be damned.  Our tongues
twirled together as we expressed our love for each other.

   Kelly started rubbing her womanhood against my crotch.  My cock sprang
up immediately, ready for action.  I rubbed it in the crease in my lover's
labia.

   I rolled us so Kelly was under me with me between her open legs.  I
rested my weight on my arms while I continued kissing her while I rubbed my
erection against her rapidly moistening slot.  "Mmmm... forever sounds
great." I said.

   "Oooohhh..." Kelly sighed as I kissed down her chest and onto her right
breast.  I licked and suckled at her breast.  Kelly moaned again as I
rubbed my erection against sopping wet pussy.

   I dipped my cock a little deeper, probed and found her opening.  I
thrust smoothly into my lover's warm, velvety tunnel.  "Oooohhhh..." Kelly
sighed again as I worked all of my seven inches into my lover's tight
pussy.

   "You ready?" I asked as I stared into my lover's eyes.  I wanted to see
expectation.  I didn't.  I withdrew part way and thrust into Kelly.  Kelly
frowned.  "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "We...." Kelly started before she paused.  I could see her steel
herself. I thrust again.  "We have to stop." Kelly said.

   "Why?" I asked as I thrust my hard cock into my lover again.

   "NO!" Kelly insisted.  "We can't do this today." She shook her head.  "I
knew it was going to be hard to stop today." She stared into my eyes.  "We
have to stop Kyle.  It isn't safe."

   I looked down at Kelly, shocked.  My steely erection lost some of its
rigidity.  Panic hit as the meaning of `It's not safe,' seeped into my
consciousness

   I allowed Kelly to push me off her.  I rolled on my back, stunned at
this turn of events.  My cock shrank down to its normal size.

   I turned to look at Kelly.  "It's not safe?" I questioned.

   "There's a chance you could get me pregnant today if we do it," Kelly
explained.

   "Pregnant?" I asked, shocked.  "You're on the pill.  How could you get
pregnant?"

   "No I'm not," Kelly replied.  "It would be a sin if I used that.  I use
natural family planning."

   My face went pale.  "Natural planning?" I asked.  Kelly nodded yes.  I
imagined all the sperm I had pumped into Kelly last night.  "How could it
be safe for us last night and unsafe this morning?"

   Kelly related her calculations.  She was having her period when we left
college last Friday.  She finished on Sunday morning.  She was ready for me
when we made love together Sunday night.  Her planner said we would be safe
until Thursday.  By Friday there was a chance my sperm could survive until
her estimated ovulation day, next Wednesday.

   "See Kyle?" Kelly said.  "As long as we behave ourselves for the next
week, we'll be safe."

   "Do you chart your vaginal temperature daily Kelly?" She shook her head
no to my question.  "Do you check your cervical discharge?"

   "No," Kelly answered quietly.

   "You're nineteen and I'm eighteen," I explained, my voice rising as I
thought about the chance we'd taken.  "We're too young to have kids.  It
would be a disaster." Kelly nodded in agreement.  "How regular are your
periods?"

   "They usually fall within one day either way of when I expect them."
Kelly answered.

   "What happens if your next period is two days early?" I asked.  I could
see Kelly counting backwards in her mind.  "What if my sperm is especially
hardy - if they live five days instead of the more common three or four
days?" Kelly's face went pale.  I sat up and pulled Kelly to me.  We
hugged. I stared into her eyes when we parted.  "Do you know what
percentage of couples end up pregnant in the course of a year using only
natural family planning the way you are doing it?"

   "No," Kelly answered quietly.

   "Sixty-five percent end up pregnant," I said decisively.  "I don't want
that for us."

   "I'd heard it is much safer than that," Kelly said.  "Are you sure?"

   "I am," I replied.  "It is safer if you chart your temperature and
cervical discharge.  Even doing that, one third of couples conceive over
the course of a year using this method of birth control.  I don't want us
to take that kind of chance."

   "What are you suggesting?" Kelly asked.  "Are we supposed to stop making
love?  I don't know if I can stop."

   "No," I answered.  "I don't want to stop that either.  I better get some
condoms so we can be safe."

   "No!" Kelly insisted.  "I'm Catholic.  We can't do that.  Artificial
birth control is a sin.  I can't do that."

   "What then?" I asked.  "Do we play Russian roulette with our futures? 
Do we stop having sex?"

   Kelly shook her head violently no.  She seemed close to tears.  I hugged
her tight to my body while she composed herself.  Kelly hugged me for a
minute.  Finally she relaxed a little and pulled away enough so we could
look at each other.  "What do we do Kyle?  Father Callaghan has always
taught me about the sanctity of life; born and unborn.  He says we should
always be open to the possibilities."

   "I don't disagree with your priest about the preciousness of life," I
said.  "I just disagree about the wisdom of taking a chance of conceiving a
life before we can take care of it.  I think it would be a lot worse to
take a chance and have a baby to raise before we're ready.  We'd be poor
and trying to raise a kid on a shoestring.  Is that right?"

   "We'd be thwarting God's will if we used contraception.  What if he
planned for us to have a baby now?"

   "Maybe he has.  I don't know." I replied.  "Condoms fail.  The birth
control pill doesn't always work.  If it's God's will that we have a child,
I believe we're going to have one.  No matter what."

   "OK" Kelly acknowledged.

   "I just think we should protect ourselves as much as possible to avoid
having a kid too soon." I explained.

   "What you say makes sense but Father still says using birth control is a
sin," Kelly said.  "What do I do about that?"

   "You should talk to Kathy and Jeremy," I answered.  "They're Catholics
like you.  As long as they have been having sex, I know they have to be
using birth control.  They'd have three or four kids otherwise.  Why don't
you talk to them this morning?"

   "Do you think they could help me?" Kelly asked

   "I do," I answered.  "You've gotten to know them this week.  They're
good people.  They'll give you a good sounding board for spiritual advice.
Better than a Presbyterian like me."

   We hugged and exchanged kisses.  We dressed so we could go to the shower
house.  Just before we left Kelly asked, "What will we do if you're right -
if my period is a couple days early and I end up pregnant?"

   "I'll do my best to take care of you and our child," I answered as I
gave my lover a kiss.  "Don't worry.  It isn't likely.  It's actually hard
to get pregnant.  My ex-girlfriend and I had unprotected sex on the day she
ovulated years ago.  She didn't get pregnant."

   I hugged Kelly to reassure her.  She stared into my eyes and asked,
"Penny?" I nodded yes.  "You two have a lot of history."

   "We do," I acknowledged.  "That was a long time ago, in ninth grade.  I
did develop a strong interest in learning more about birth control as a
result of the scare.  You work out your spiritual conundrum, I'll be here
to support you." We sealed the deal with a kiss before we headed to the
shower house to get ready for the morning.

   Jeremy and Kathy were making breakfast when we returned.  I fried some
bacon and whipped up some scrambled eggs for Kelly and me.  Kathy and
Jeremy went for a half hour walk with Kelly when breakfast was done.

   I sat down in my camp chair and studied my playbook while Kelly and my
friends were gone.  Kelly was wearing a big grin when she returned.  "We
need to stop by a drugstore tonight before bedtime," Kelly said.  "I need
some loving from my man."

   "I can do that sweetie," I said.  "I can get used to using condoms
again."

   "But not for too long," Kelly answered.  "I'm going to Ritnour (Penn
State's health center) as soon as we get back to campus.  I'm going on the
pill."

   "Really?" I asked.

   "You and your friends have turned this good little Catholic girl into a
slut." Kelly said teasingly.

   "No," I insisted.  "You're not a promiscuous.  You only have one
boyfriend.  It doesn't matter how often you have sex with one guy.  You
can't be a slut."

   "I know you're right Kyle," Kelly answered.  "I still feel so.... 
so.... wicked with everything we've done.  I couldn't have dreamt last
spring that I could be so open about my sexuality with my boyfriend...."
Kelly chuckled.  "...with my boyfriend and all his friends.  I've changed
so much since high school."

   "It's all a part of growing up sweetie," I answered.

   ----------------------------------------------------------

   This was our last full day of spring break.  Originally our group
planned to spend it at the beach again.  The temperature had been climbing
all week.  It was 95 degrees at noontime, when our entire group finished
brunch.  We heard the screams and squeals of patrons in the water park
behind our campsite.  None of us knew it was open.  The place was dead all
week.  After a short discussion, we decided to go there instead of the
beach.  We called Geneva and Brandon to tell them our plans.

   We had a blast in the wave pool, riding the water slides down the hill
and snacking on all the junk food the park made available.  The water was a
little chilly but the hot air kept us warm.  The only bad thing on the
slides was when you plunged into the cold pool at the bottom.  We hurried
out of the pool as soon we could to repeat the ride.  It was a great way to
spend our last afternoon together.

   Ed and I drove down Hutchison Boulevard before dinner and picked up
steaks.  Our final meal together would be a good one.  I also stopped at
the pharmacy in the store and picked up a large sized box of condoms for
Kelly and me.  Thirty-six of them would last us a few weeks.

   Jeremy and Hal handled grilling the steaks.  I fried up a big pile of
potatoes to go with our steaks.  We roasted some ears of sweet corn that
the store had shipped from some foreign climate.  It was a great dinner.

   All of us headed over to Club le Coucher de Soleil after dinner.  We
spent a couple hours dancing and listening to the music at the club. 
Before we left Ed made Geneva promise to have Brandon back to our campsite
before 10:00 am the next morning.  Ed and Eric had to get Brandon back to
the airport for a 2:00 pm flight back to Syracuse.

   Hal, Tammy, Kelly and I planned to leave at 6:00 am in order to get home
on time Saturday night.  Hal and Tammy were returning to Paradise before
they went back to college.  Kelly had promised her parents that we would be
in Pittsburgh before bedtime that evening.

   We hung out for awhile back at camp and put back a couple beers a piece.
No one wanted to be hung over tomorrow.  Kelly and I headed to bed around
ten o'clock.  Everyone said their good byes before bedtime.  We didn't
expect to be together before couples started leaving in the morning.

   We made love one time that night before sleeping.  Kelly was
disappointed at how different it felt making love with a condom.  I didn't
argue with her.  Kelly promised me she would get on the pill as soon as we
got back to Penn State.  I was surprised and also pleased that Kathy and
Jeremy had been so persuasive with Kelly.

   My alarm woke Kelly and me at five o'clock in the morning, much too
early.  We tried to dress and pack as quietly as possible.  Ed and Vicky
had a few more hours to sleep.  Hal and Tammy walked to the shower house
with us.

   We had everything packed and ready a few minutes before six o'clock. 
Hal and I agreed to meet at the McDonalds on Front Beach Road before we
went across the bridge to Panama City.  We were quiet as we ate our
breakfast sandwiches together at the restaurant.  Tammy and Kelly insisted
on hugs to say good bye when we left the restaurant.  Hal and I settled for
handshakes and promises to keep in touch.

   Hal followed me north through Panama City to Route 231.  I gave Hal and
Tammy a wave good bye thirty minutes later when they pulled onto I-10 to
head east.  Kelly and I continued on Route 231 north into Georgia and
towards her home.

   Kelly and I took driving shifts the way we did coming down to Florida. I
drove for three hours before I turned my car over to Kelly.  We pushed
north through Columbus, Georgia, through Atlanta and on to Greenville South
Carolina.  We grabbed lunch in South Carolina and then continued north.  We
picked up I-77 in Charlotte, North Carolina and drove on through western
Virginia, stopping for dinner at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Wytheville,
Virginia.

   After dinner Kelly and I changed into proper warm clothing for the north
in mid-March.  The T-shirts and shorts that we wore when we left Florida
went into our luggage.  They wouldn't come out again until April or May in
Pennsylvania.

   In West Virginia, I followed I-79 north through the state.  I stopped
off in Morgantown for a break.  Kelly took the last shift as we drove into
Pennsylvania.

   I was surprised when we reached Pittsburgh that Kelly pulled off I-79
onto I-279, which also was Route 30 and Route 22, all in one road.  I felt
a little more at home to be on Route 30 again, even if I was at the
opposite end of the state from my house just off Route 30 in Lancaster
County.

   The view from the bridge after we left the tunnel and crossed the river
into downtown Pittsburgh was spectacular.  I looked down as the city lights
sparkled off the three rivers.  I could just make out the Heinz Field
stadium across from the point.  Kelly followed the right lane onto I-376
(and Rt.  30 and Rt.  22) and through downtown Pittsburgh as she headed
east for Forest Hills and her home.

   Kelly headed south when she reached Route 130.  Within a few minutes she
pulled onto a long cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway of a two story
brick colonial.  Double garage doors were located on the basement level. 
Kelly pulled in behind an old Honda Civic.

   We climbed out of the car.  "Billy's home," Kelly commented.  "That's my
brother's car."

   "So, you live on a hill," I commented.

   "Silly," Kelly replied.  "I live in Pittsburgh.  Everyone lives on a
hill."

   We grabbed our bags from the trunk and headed up the flight of steps to
the front door.  Kelly led us inside.  Mr.  O'Keefe was sitting in the
living room watching the news.  One of her brothers was sprawled on the
couch watching too.

   Mr.  O'Keefe turned and smiled when he saw us.  "Sweet pea!" he
exclaimed.  He stood and met Kelly half way to the door.

   "Daddy!" my girlfriend replied as she flew to him.  They embraced and
exchanged kisses on the cheek.  I looked Mr.  O'Keefe over as he embraced
his daughter.  He looked to be around 6'-1" tall.  He was slimly built and
looked quite fit for his forty-nine years.  He had cross cropped brown hair
and a carefully trimmed mustache.

   Kelly's brother, who appeared to be older than us, rose and approached
father and daughter.  When Mr.  O'Keefe let go of Kelly, she turned to see
her brother.  "Billy!" Kelly squealed.

   "Hey sis," William Jr.  replied.  They embraced and exchanged kisses.

   William Jr.  was an inch taller than his father.  He looked lean and
muscular.  He wore his dirty blond hair long.  He had a sparse mustache and
goatee.

   "You must be the famous Kyle Martin," Mr.  O'Keefe said loudly,
distracting me from my observations.

   "How do you do Mr.  O'Keefe?" I replied, extending my hand to him.  We
shook.  "It's good to meet you sir."

   "Sir?" he chuckled.  "Please call me Bill," he added as we shook hands.
"Kelly has told us so much about you Kyle.  It's good to meet you too."

   "Thank you sir," I replied automatically.  "Umm... Bill."

   The rest of the O'Keefe clan was apparently hovering somewhere nearby,
waiting for Kelly and me to arrive.  In seconds we were swamped with
brothers, sisters and her mom.

   My head spun as I tried to keep up with all the introductions.  I only
kept track of who was who because Kelly had filled me in on everyone before
I arrived.  It took us fifteen minutes to finish all the introductions.

   Kelly's mom, Kathy, was a year younger than her husband.  She had sandy
blonde hair that she wore short.  She was trim and very attractive for a
forty-eight year old woman.  It was obvious where Kelly got her figure.

   Kelly's twenty year old sister Ann could have been Kelly's twin.  They
only difference between the two sisters was hair color.  Ann had her
mother's sandy blonde hair.

   Michael, Kelly's seventeen year old brother looked like a younger image
of Bill Jr.  He even was trying to grow a mustache and goatee like his
older brother, but with considerably less success.

   Patrick, the fourteen year old brother, had inherited the same bright
red hair as Kelly.  He was nearly six foot tall and had the stretched out
look of a kid in the middle of his growth spurt.

   Kelly's little sister Laura was about 5'-4".  She was just beginning to
develop into a young woman, who undoubtedly would rival the beauty of her
mom and two older sisters.  Laura had her father's brown hair worn short in
a style similar to her mom.

   Bill explained that I would get to meet Sean in the morning.  He had a
strict 9:30 bedtime.

   When the commotion died down Bill Sr.  announced, "I'm sure the two of
you are tired after your long drive.  Kyle, Billy will show you to your
bed. You'll take Mike's bed tonight."

   "I don't want to put anyone out," I protested.  "We just spent the week
camping.  I can get my sleeping bag and pad from my car.  I don't mind
sleeping on the floor."

   "Nonsense," Bill insisted.  "I won't have a guest in this house sleeping
on the floor."

   Patrick added, "I'm sleeping on the pull-out in the family room.  Mike
has my bed.  It's all arranged already."

   I accepted their hospitality without further protest.  Bill asked, "Do
you want to attend mass with the family tomorrow morning?  I know you're
not Catholic, but we would welcome you to our service."

   "Would I need to dress in a coat and tie?" I asked.  "I didn't bring
that along on the trip."

   "No," Bill answered.  "Casual clothes will be fine."

   "Good," I replied.  "I have some dress casual clothes I can wear.  I'd
be honored to attend mass with your family Bill."

   "Excellent," Bill answered.  "Breakfast is at eight tomorrow morning. 
We'll leave for the church at nine."

   Anne and Kelly went upstairs to their room when that was decided.  I
followed Bill Jr.  upstairs to his room.  Bill and Mike's bedroom was
furnished with two desks and chairs, a large chest of drawers and a bunk
bed.

   I set my bag on the floor.  "I hope you don't mind the top bunk," Bill
explained.  "I sleep on the bottom."

   "No, that's fine," I replied.  "I shared bunk beds with my brother Andy
for most of my life.  I was the older brother so I demanded the top bunk."

   "Bill chuckled as he started to change for bed.  "I know how that is.  I
did the same thing to Mikey when I was younger.  By sixteen I was tired of
climbing on top.  I suckered him into taking the top while he still thought
it was cool."

   I laughed as I rifled through my bag for a pair of clean boxers to wear
to bed.  "I didn't get to that stage with Andy.  I moved into my older
brother's bedroom five years ago when he went to college."

   "How big is your family Kyle?" Bill asked.

   I explained about my brothers, sister and nephews.  Bill showed me the
family bathroom so I could take care of my business before bedtime.  Bill
had turned the overhead light off in the room when I returned.  The desk
light beside his bed provided the only illumination.  I climbed up the end
of the bunkbed and flopped down on the top bunk.

   I lay back on the bed and settled in.  A few seconds later Bill called,
"Hey Kyle?"

   "Yeah," I replied as I leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down
at Bill.  He was leaning out and looking up to me.

   "You have no idea how relieved my parents are that Kelly is home safe.
They had these visions in their heads of you and her down there having a
wild time drinking and having sex at the beach." He winked at me.  "I'm
sure nothing like that happened, right?"

   I winked back.  "You can tell your parents that the clubs down there
were extremely strict at enforcing the drinking age.  You can still see the
`No alcohol' stamp on the back of my hand.  Kelly's as pure as the day I
met her too."

   Bill smiled at my circumlocution.  "I trust the two of you have your
stories straight.  Kelly shared a tent with your friend's girlfriends.  You
shared a tent with the guys."

   "Absolutely Bill," I answered.

   "Good," Bill said.  He shook his head a little.  "I still can't believe
Kelly managed to talk our parents into letting her go to Florida for spring
break." I shrugged.  "I'm the oldest and get all the grief.  Anne and Kelly
bat their eyes at dad and get anything they want."

   "I understand," I said sympathetically.  "My older brother Will says the
same thing sometimes."

   "Yeah," Bill acknowledged.  "Good night Kyle."

   "Good night Bill."

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   Bill woke me up at 6:45 in the morning.  He was dressed in a bath robe
and had wet hair.  "If you want a shot at the shower before breakfast, you
need to get moving," he explained.  "Nine of us have to share two bathrooms
in the morning.  The guys use the bathroom I showed you last night.  The
girls use the one in mom and dad's room."

   I groaned and crawled down from my bed.  Bill loaned me Mike's robe.  I
gathered my shower things and headed down the hall to prepare for the day.
I was done twenty minutes later.

   "Excuse me," I said as I bumped into Kelly's youngest brother standing
outside the bathroom door.

   "You must be Kelly's boyfriend," he said.

   I shifted my things to my left hand and offered him my right.  "You must
be Sean," I said.  He shook my hand.  "I'm Kyle Martin."

   "It's nice to meet you Kyle," Sean answered in a high-pitched ten year
old's voice.  The top of Sean's head might have reached half way up my
chest.  He looked average sized for a fifth grader.  Sean ducked into the
bathroom.

   I headed back to Bill and Mike's room to dress for the morning.  I put
on a polo shirt and khakis.  I made sure all my things were packed so they
wouldn't be in Bill or Mike's way later in the day.

   I found my way to the kitchen when I got downstairs.  Kathy, Kelly's
mom, was starting a pan full of sausages when I found her.  "Good morning
Kyle," Kathy said cheerfully.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Yes I did," I said.  "Thank you for putting me up last night."

   "It was no problem," Kathy replied.  "Are you a coffee drinker?"

   I indicated I was, occasionally.  Kathy got me a mug and helped me with
cream and sugar for my morning jolt of caffeine.  Anne joined us and had a
seat at the table.

   "Are you a newspaper reader Kyle?" Kathy asked.

   "Absolutely," I answered.  "I plan to teach social studies and history
when I graduate.  I have to keep up with the world."

   "Bill and Billy are in the living room reading the Sunday paper," Kathy
suggested.  "You could join them if you like."

   I wandered off the living room.  Bill was sitting in his chair reading
the front section of the paper.  "Morning Kyle," Bill said pleasantly. 
"Are you after a section of the paper?" I nodded yes.  "What do you like to
start with?"

   "Umm... usually the comics." I answered.

   "Dibs" Bill Jr.  called out.  He was sprawled out on the couch reading
Peanuts, Doonesbury and gang.

   "How about sports?" I asked.

   Bill waved to the pile and said, "Help yourself Kyle."

   I retrieved the sport section and sat on one of the other chairs in the
living room.  I browsed the first couple pages, skipping stories about the
Penguins and the Pirates spring training.  The third page caught my
attention.

   The paper did a feature story summarizing the results of the NFL
Scouting Combine that ended a few days ago.  I wasn't surprised when they
listed Antwaan Booker as the top lineman at the combine.  I was pleased
when I found the article report in glowing terms how Aaron Morano performed
at the combine.  His blazing 4.29 second 40 opened a lot of eyes among the
scouts and coaches.  The writer predicted a top five draft spot for my
friend.

   "All right Aaron," I blurted before I could think.

   Bill and Bill Jr.  both asked, "Aaron who?"

   "One of my teammates did real well at the NFL Scouting Combine last
week," I explained.  "They think he'll go high the draft next month.

   "Aaron?" Bill Sr.  asked.  "Aaron Morano?"

   "Yes," I indicated.

   Bill Sr.  said, "I hope the Steelers pick him in the draft.  We need a
good cornerback."

   I told Bill Sr.  about my friendship with Aaron and what it was like to
play and practice against him.  Bill Sr.  seemed to enjoy talking about
Penn State football.  Kelly had told me he was a big fan.

   Bill Jr.  enjoyed sparring with his dad about football.  He reminded us
of Pitt's nine national championships.  Bill Sr.  just smiled and replied,
"Ancient history boy - ancient history.  How many championships have they
had in the last third of a century?"

   "Umm...  none," Bill Jr.  admitted.

   "Yes," Bill Sr.  gloated.  "And who knocked them out of first place the
last time they had a legitimate shot at a championship?" Bill answered his
own question.  "Penn State.  God knows how, but my dad managed to get two
tickets to that game - the day after Thanksgiving when I was a senior in
college."

   I realized he was talking about the game back in 1982.  I filled in some
details I had learned from Todd Blackledge in the fall and from Coach
Caffrey, my high school coach who was on the Pitt team.

   Kelly came downstairs while we were talking.  She was wearing extremely
pretty, though very conservative dress.  "Good morning honey," I said as I
hopped up and greeted my girl.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Good morning," Kelly answered.  We hugged and exchanged kisses.  We
embraced too long.  We pulled apart quickly when Bill Sr.  cleared his
throat.  Kelly turned and said, "Morning Daddy.  Morning Billy."

   Kathy, Kelly's mom, called all of us for breakfast before Bill Sr. 
could comment.  All of us gathered in the O'Keefe kitchen for breakfast. 
Kathy seated me beside Kelly.

   Kathy had prepared French toast and sausage for breakfast.  I saw first
hand why all the commotion at dinner last Friday night at my house didn't
faze Kelly.  The seven siblings were as noisy as my brothers, sister and
nephews at the dinner table.

   Most of the O'Keefe family piled into their mini-van for the trip to
church.  Bill Jr.  took off a few minutes early so he could pick up his
girlfriend on the way to mass.  I volunteered my car to help get everyone
there.  Kelly rode with me to the church.

   Parts of the mass were completely different from the Presbyterian
services I was used to, but other parts seemed familiar.  Kelly helped me
follow in the bulletin so I stood, kneeled and sat at the proper times. 
Father Callaghan's sermon was interesting.  The music during the services
was beautiful.  The service included communion.  I was surprised when Kelly
didn't join the rest of her family up front at the rail.

   I whispered to her, "You don't need to stay here to just for me."

   "I'm not Kyle," Kelly explained.  "I haven't been to confession.  I'm
not ready to accept the Eucharist."

   I glanced around the church as the priests distributed the sacraments to
the congregation.  Other parishioners stayed seated too.

   The organ thundered out a beautiful processional hymn at the conclusion
of the service.  We filed out of the church.  Father Callaghan was very
friendly when Kelly introduced me to him.  He made me promise to take good
care of "his" Kelly.  He had been with this church long enough to have
baptized her, helped her celebrate first Holy Communion, and, God willing,
he hoped to officiate at her marriage some day.

   Kelly introduced me to two of her friends after the service - Becky
Thomas and Emily Galloway.  Becky and Emily explained that their group of
friends from high school was planning to meet at the food court in the mall
in an hour.  It was a last opportunity for everyone to talk before all of
them headed back to school.  Kelly agreed we would join them.

   We hopped in my car and headed back to the O'Keefe household.  Kelly
asked, "I wasn't being presumptuous when I accepted the lunch invitation
was I?"

   "No, it's fine," I replied.  "We just spent the week with my friends. 
It's only fair for you to have time with your friends too."

   Kelly changed into jeans and a Penn State T-shirt when we got back to
her house.  I let Kelly drive to the mall.  She knew the streets and would
get us there easier then I would.

   The Monroeville Mall was larger than Park City Mall in Lancaster, the
one I was used to.  We found our way into the food court and found Kelly's
high school friends easily.  The group scattered to procure food.

   The food court had many of the usual suspects - Subway, Sbarro,
Chick-Fil-A, and Dairy Queen.  They also had a stand for Japanese food, a
steak place, a grill place for burgers, chicken and hot dogs, and a spot
for Cajun' food.  Kelly grabbed a burger and fries at Flamers Grill.  I got
a steak at Charley's.

   I was delighted to find an Auntie Anne's Pretzel store in the food
court. I bought one of the delicious cinnamon sugar pretzels for dessert.
It made me feel more at home.  The Auntie Anne's franchise started a few
miles from my house in Gap, Pa.  Kelly and I found our way back to the two
tables we had staked out earlier for our group.

   Kelly introduced me to her friends.  Rebecca `Becky' Thomas, and Emily
Galloway were Kelly's closest friends in high school.  Emily's long-time
boyfriend Jason Simpson sat with her.  Patty Jones, Patty's boyfriend Mike
Collins, Jennifer Kennedy, and Maria Morales completed the group.

   Kelly and her friends talked over how things had been going since they
all met over the Christmas holidays.  Patty and Mike, who had dated since
they were juniors in high school, went to Youngstown State, same as Kelly's
sister Ann.  Jennifer talked about how things were going at Mansfield
University.  Maria couldn't stay with the group very long.  Her dad was
driving her back to Columbia at 2:00 pm.

   Kelly filled the group in a little about our history together and about
my background.  Jason wasn't a sports fan, but Mike knew exactly who I was
as soon as Kelly said I played football at Penn State.

   Mike and I started a side conversation while the rest of the group
traded hometown news with each other.  "You're a hell of a football player
Kyle," Mike said.  I gave him a funny look.  "I play in the Youngstown
State Band.  I go to all the football games."

   "Ahhh..." I said.  "You were at Beaver Stadium last September?"

   "Yes, I was," Mike answered with a smile.  "I was sitting in the front
row watching during the game.  I couldn't believe your speed.  You broke
one of your kick returns right in front of me."

   "Thanks Mike," I replied.  "My team had a big day, but I didn't.  I
remember the coaches put a lot of us younger players in when the score got
out of hand.  I don't think I had any TDs that day."

   "You didn't Kyle," Mike confirmed.  "I still enjoyed watching you play.
I wish I had half the talent you do.  I love playing football but I'm too
short, too slow and too clumsy to be on any team."

   "Thus - the band," I said.

   "Exactly!" Mike confirmed.  "I'm studying to be a music teacher.  How
about you?"

   "I'm studying to be a teacher too, a history teacher." I replied.  "Did
you know you have the same name as an Irish freedom fighter from around
Word War I?"

   "Of course I know," Mike said confidently.  "I was named for him, uh...
indirectly.  My great grandfather fled Ireland right after Easter Rebellion
in 1916, a half a step ahead of the Black and Tans.  Granddad was named for
that Michael Collins, as were my dad and I."

   Mike and I compared notes on the education classes we were taking.  We'd
been talking for a few minutes when a new couple joined our group. 
"Allison!" and "Glad you made it Allie" burst from various people around
the two tables.  Allison and her guy settled in near Kelly and me at our
table.

   Jason asked, "Is Tommy coming?"

   "Tommy?  You know how guys are," Allison responded.  "My baby brother
beat it back to Columbus.  It's been over a week since he saw his
girlfriend." Allison's gaze landed on Kelly and she stopped talking
abruptly.  The rest of the group went silent and stared at Kelly.

   "I'm so sorry Kelly," Allison said apologetically.  "Did you know Tommy
has a new girlfriend?"

   "Relax.  Of course I knew," Kelly answered.  "Tommy and I have kept in
touch.  I knew the day after he asked Theresa to go steady with him." The
rest of Kelly's friends relaxed when they found out Kelly knew her
ex-boyfriend was going with someone else.  I figured out that Allison was
Tommy O'Brien's older sister.  Tommy was Kelly's high school boyfriend and
first lover.

   Allison introduced her boyfriend of the past three months to the rest of
the group.  He was Geoff Stafford.  Geoff and Allison attended Franciscan
University in Steubenville, Ohio.  Geoff was from Cincinnati and had driven
all the way to Pittsburgh to meet Allison's parents and to give her a ride
back to campus this evening.

   Kelly and Allison talked, catching up on the gossip and happenings over
the last two months.  Geoff and I mostly listened.  I found out Allison was
joking when she called Tommy her "baby brother." They were twins - Tommy
was fifteen minutes younger than Allison.

   The group continued talking until 1:30, when Maria had to leave to meet
her dad and head back to school.  Some of the friends decided to go
shopping.  Kelly and Allison decided Geoff and I needed a quick tour of
Pittsburgh this afternoon.

   The four of us agreed to take my car, with Kelly as the driver.  Kelly
and Allison gave Geoff and me the whirlwind tour of the city.  We went to
the Point, where the three rivers met.  We stopped at Heinz Field.  We
drove around downtown.  We went across the river and took a ride on the Mt.
Washington Inclines.  The view of the city was spectacular.  Kelly drove us
back to the Monroeville Mall around 4:00 pm.  Allison and Geoff had to head
back to the O'Briens.  Kelly and I needed to get home for dinner before we
left for State College.

   Kathy prepared a lovely dinner for the family and me.  She served ham,
mashed potatoes, green beans and corn.  I was the dutiful guest, eating the
green beans that I dislike.  The rest of the meal was great.  Kathy served
a German chocolate cake for dessert.

   Kelly and I carried our bags out to my car and loaded up after dinner. I
thanked everyone for their hospitality.  Kelly had to exchange hugs and
kisses with all her family before we hit the road to campus.  I followed
Route 22 through one small town after another across the center of the
state until I got to I-220 in Hollidaysburg.  We flew up I-220 until we
reached Route 322.  I pulled up beside Beaver Hall a few minutes after ten
and dropped Kelly off.  I drove my car back to the East Parking Deck.

   I grabbed my things and walked back to my dorm, reflecting on our spring
break.  The past ten days had been both hectic and relaxing.  I enjoyed
reconnecting with my friends and meeting Kelly's.  I thought this trip had
strengthened my relationship with Kelly.  We had been together for 24/7 for
ten days and still were totally in love with each other.  I was convinced
our relationship was going to last.

   (To be continued)

   Chapter 16

   ==========

   It was downright depressing to get up at 6:45 am for class on Monday
morning.  I quietly went across the hall to shower.  Damian didn't have to
get up for another hour.  I bundled up to go to breakfast.  I wasn't used
to State College's nasty winter weather anymore.  The thermometer
registered 18 degrees when I left the dorm.  Snow was piled along the sides
of the walk.  It looked like the town had another foot of snow while I was
away on break.  I trudged off to Chambers Building and Psych 100 after
breakfast.

   My day brightened considerably when Kelly met me outside the Forestry
Resources Building for History 2.  We parted with a kiss, a hug and a
promise to meet over lunch.

   Josh Bruno showed up at EDTHP 115 sporting the same tan I had.  Josh had
gone south to Panama City Beach with high school friends for spring break.
He stayed a hotel near the Club Sunset last week.  Josh had bumped into
Karol Zizka, Max Rosen, Yasin Clark and Aidan Nagy when he was down there.

   Kelly and I met at Pollock Commons at 11:45 am for lunch.  We talked
about our classes for a few minutes before Kelly made her big announcement.

   "I know you'll like this Kyle," Kelly said.  "I have an appointment at
Ritnour after lunch to get checked out and to get a prescription to go on
the pill."

   "Excellent!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.  Kelly smiled back. 
"Could I ask you one question?" She nodded yes.  "How did you go from `Any
artificial birth control is a sin' on Friday morning to `Get me on the pill
as soon as possible' today?  That is a massive theological shift."

   "I know," Kelly said with a sigh.  "In the past year I've been
questioning some of the things the nuns and priests taught us.  My talk
with Kathy and Jeremy last Friday just confirmed some of the things I've
been thinking about.  I was taught all sex before marriage was a sin. 
You've really rocked my world Kyle.  I know I'm not going to stop having
sex."

   "That's a relief," I said.

   "What is worse - using artificial birth control or ending up pregnant
too young?" Kelly asked.  "I think it would be more harmful to have a kid
while we're too young and can't support it.  What kind of life would our
child have?"

   "Raising a kid at eighteen would be hard.  Would we live here in State
College?  Move in with your family or move in with mine?  Do I give up on
football?  How would we pay for things?" I asked.

   "If we tried to use natural family planning could we manage to abstain
at the right time?" Kelly continued.  "No sex from last Friday to next
Sunday.  Do you see that happening?" I shook my head no.  "Maybe we take a
big chance and have sex this week and I make you pull out before you cum."

   "Yeah, right," I replied sarcastically.  "That'll really work."

   "That's where I'm at Kyle," Kelly explained.  "You use condoms all the
time and the sex doesn't feel as good or I go on the pill.  If we don't
commit this so-called `sin', you and I are going to have a kid within a
year.  I want kids, lots of kids, but not yet."

   "You saw my family.  I want lots of kids someday too, but not now." I
said.

   "Good - it's settled.  I go on the pill and you continue making love to
me." Kelly said.  We kissed to seal the deal.  Kelly glanced at her watch.
"Is Damian around now?  Maybe we could squeeze in a quickie in your room
before our next class."

   "You wicked, wicked girl," I teased.  I looked down at my watch.  It was
12:41 pm.  We had forty-four minutes.  "If we get out of here now it
doesn't have to be a quickie."
We deposited our trays of dirty dishes in the clean-up area, bolted for
my room and still had plenty of time.  We pleasured each other in the 69
position until we shared orgasms.  I made love to Kelly in the missionary

position before we had to rush off to class.

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   Kelly was happy when she met me for supper.  "I passed the exam today at
Ritnour," Kelly gushed.  "I decided to get the birth control ring."

   "Cool!" I replied.  "How long does it take to become effective?"

   "I don't insert it until my next period starts," Kelly answered.

   "When will bareback be safe?" I asked.

   "I expect my next period on April 1st," Kelly answered.  "We'll be safe
as soon as my period is over."

   This was excellent news for both of us.  We didn't like the feel when we
made love using condoms.  In a few weeks my box of condoms could go to the
back of my closet again.

   I gave Justin Baer a call Monday evening.  Justin and I conferred to
make sure everything was set for Operation Morano.  Justin had received all
the information I e-mailed him before spring break about Aaron.  Justin
recruited his friend Jon Miller to assist with the prank.  The phone call
to kick everything off was scheduled to happen around four o'clock, when I
expected Aaron to be in the weight room at the Lasch Building.

   I spent the morning life guarding at the Natatorium, had lunch with
Kelly and then headed over to the Lasch Building for an afternoon of film
study and testing myself on strong side receiver plays.  Christian and
Jared Cantrell joined me after they finished their classes.  We spent a
couple hours working together.

   At a quarter to four I announced, "Thanks for working with me guys.  I
think I'm going to get my workout done before dinner." I couldn't suppress
a chuckle in anticipation of my fun to come.

   Christian gave me a funny look and asked, "Who are you after today?"

   "You know me to well," I answered, chuckling again.  "It's Aaron's turn.
You can work out with me and see the fun start." Jared and Christian
gathered up their things and followed me out of the film room.  Just before
we reached the weight room I warned, "Don't give this away.  I've been
working on it for weeks."

   "Poker face," Christian answered.

   "I know nothing," Jared agreed.  "Absolutely nothing."

   The three of us headed into the weight room, where Christian and Jared
were smart enough to stay clear of me.  I spotted Aaron across the room on
one of the weight machines.  Zack was working out on the adjacent machine.
I grabbed the next machine in line, greeted Aaron and Zack and went to work
on my leg strength.

   I waited six or seven minutes before my plan went into action.  Aaron
answered his cell phone.  "Hello?" After a pause Aaron asked, "The Jets?"

   "Yes Mr.  Miller.  I have time to talk with you." Aaron continued. 
Mention of the New York Jets caught Zack's attention.  He stopped working
and listened to Aaron's side of the phone conversation.  I feigned
disinterest and continued working out.

   Aaron's eyes grew wider as the conversation continued.  He acknowledged
`Mr.  Miller' with an occasional "Yes sir."

   After listening a couple minutes, Aaron said, "Yes sir.  I'd be very
interested in talking with your team." After another pause he added, "No
sir, I haven't chosen an agent yet."

   Aaron listened for about thirty seconds before he said, "Yes sir.  I'll
work on getting an agent as soon as I can Mr.  Miller.  Thank you for
calling.  I'll call you back in a few days."

   Aaron closed his phone and jumped up, exclaiming, "Holy Shit!  I can't
believe this."

   "What?" Zack asked.

   "What's up?" I asked, trying to appear to be faintly interested in the
proceedings now.

   "That was Jonathan Miller, the assistant general manager for the New
York Jets.  They have just about finished a trade with the Raiders to move
up to the number two spot in the draft.  They want me!" Aaron exclaimed.

   "Really?" Zack asked.  He looked back at me and raised an eyebrow
questioningly.

   "Everyone knows The Dolphins are going to take Derek Brousard with the
number one pick." Aaron said.  I realized I made a mistake letting Jon
Miller use his own name.  Zack knew him.  I looked pleadingly at my friend,
silently begging for his acquiescence.  He smiled and nodded yes.

   Aaron continued on, oblivious to the silent exchange between Zack and
me. "The Dolphins need massive help on their o-line and Brousard's been the
best left tackle in college for the past two years."

   I'd met Derek Brousard when I visited LSU two years ago with Ed Fritz. I
saw that night when we watched them play Alabama that Brousard was special.
He was a sophomore starting in his second game and still he kept the QB
clean the entire evening in spite of blitzing and heavy pressure from his
side.  Derek would help the Dolphins protect the young quarterback they
picked number one in the draft last season.

   Aaron continued his story, "The Jets are desperate for help in their
secondary." All of us gathered around Aaron smiled.  The Jets had been
scorched by the Patriots, the Bills, and even the Ravens last season.

   "Mr.  Miller said the Jets are afraid if they wait until their number
eight pick, either the Rams, the 49ers or the Cardinals will grab me.  They
want me!" Aaron exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

   All of us around him congratulated him.  Zack, Jared, Christian and I,
not quite as sincerely as the rest.  Aaron still seemed stunned by this
`development.' He said, "Do you guys know what last year's number two pick
signed for?" We shook our heads no.  "Forty-two million dollars!  That's
double what I was hoping for.  All the draft projections have me going in
the middle of the first round.  I've got to track down Tania.  We have to
get serious about picking an agent."

   "Don't be in a hurry to pick an agent buddy," Zack said.  "Take your
time.  If the Jets want you today, they'll want you next week or next
month. Make sure you don't do anything rash this week.  Find the right
agent to work for you and Tania."

   "Yeah," Aaron said.  "You're right.  Tania and I won't rush into
anything." Aaron headed out to give his fiancé the news.

   Christian and Jared stayed nearby as the crowd of well-wishers
dispersed. "How long are you going to keep Aaron on the hook with this
prank?" Zack asked.

   "Not more than a few days," I answered.  "Mr.  Miller's next call is
scheduled for late Thursday afternoon."

   "I'll keep Aaron from doing anything crazy with his future millions for
a few days," Zack said.  "What if Aaron calls `Mr.  Miller'?"

   "Don't worry, Jon's got it covered," I responded.

   "Aaron might figure this out if he calls Jon and hears a circular saw in
the background." Zack said.

   "Didn't you hear?" I asked.  "Jon isn't working as a carpenter anymore.
A publisher accepted his first novel.  They gave him an advance to polish
up the novel and get it ready for publication.  Jon is working out of his
house now."

   "Really?  That's cool." Zack said.  Zack cocked his head and stared at
me.  "This is a pretty elaborate prank.  What have you got in mind for me?"

   "Be patient," I said, smiling evilly.  "You'll know it when it happens."

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   Aaron and Tania scheduled second interviews with the three potential
sports agents that they had chosen from the original dozen who contacted
Aaron to represent him.  Fortunately Aaron was following Zack's advice to
take things slow.  My prank would have time to play out before Aaron did
anything stupid.

   I was hanging out in the players' lounge Wednesday afternoon after I
finished my film study.  NFL Live on ESPN was playing on the TV.  I didn't
pay attention until they mentioned a rumored trade between the Jets and the
Raiders.  The rumor was that the Jets were trading up from #8 to #2 in the
first round of the draft in exchange for their first and second round picks
this year.  The announcer continued to say that the Jets were expected to
select a cornerback.

   I just about snorted the Coke I was drinking out my nose when I heard
the announcer.  The other teammates in the room nodded approvingly at the
news.  It confirmed what Aaron had been saying.  Jared managed to stifle
his laugh at hearing my prank play out on national television.

   I wondered how in the hell ESPN heard the rumor I started.  The only
explanation I could think of was that one of the prospective agents Aaron
was interviewing had passed the rumor on to an ESPN reporter.  This
development certainly lent authenticity to my prank.

   Kelly and I had an early dinner on Wednesday night.  Our backpacking
class ran from 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm that night.  We were surprised to find
Bev and Christian there eating dinner when we came out of the line.  We
joined our friends.  Christian and Bev explained that they had a six
o'clock class tonight and had to eat early.

   I told my friends and co-conspirators about the ESPN report I heard
before dinner.  We all had a good laugh about it.  We headed out of Pollock
Commons together and walked down Pollock Road towards the center of campus.
Christian and Bev turned north when they reached Shortlidge Road.  Kelly
and I continued west on Pollock towards the Mall and Rec Hall, behind the
Pattee Library.

   Kelly and I found seats when we found the correct room.  Thirty seconds
later Christian and Bev walked in the door.  Kelly and I greeted our
friends warmly when they sat down beside us.

   "I should have guessed where you were going when you ate supper early,"
I said.

   "Yes," Bev replied.  "There aren't very many classes that start at six
o'clock.  I know Kyle has backpacked.  Have you done much Kelly?"

   Kelly responded, "Sure.  My Venturer crew hiked at least twice a year.
How about you?"

   Bev and Christian explained about the Manheim crew's trips in the past
three years.  They did quarterly camping trips like my crew and Kelly's
crew.  Two summers ago they went to the Philmont Scout Ranch.  Last summer
the crew went to the BSA Florida Sea Base and sailed down to Key West and
back.  I told them about my trips to Algonquin while Kelly talked about her
trip to the Boundary Waters in Minnesota and Quetico Provincial Park in
western Ontario.

   The instructor called class to order.  He introduced himself as Mr. 
James Lewis.  He was average height, extremely fit and trim with dark hair.
There were about twenty students in the class - a mix that was 60/40 male
to female.

   Mr.  Lewis asked for a show of hands for everyone who was new to
backpacking.  Three guys and three girls raised their hands.  He nodded and
then asked for a show of hands of all the Boy Scouts with experience at
backpacking.  Six guys, Bev, Kelly and a third girl raised their hands.  A
few of the other girls seemed shocked to find out that girls were able to
be members of the Boy Scouts of America.

   Mr.  Lewis smiled and said, "I know what the nine of you thought.  `They
give me college credit for backpacking?  Hell yeah, sign me up!' That's OK.
I will expect you experienced backpackers to assist the inexperienced
hikers."

   Mr.  Lewis launched into his lecture on the pastime of backpacking.  We
would do three weekend trips during the course - March 27th & 28th, April
10th & 11th and our last, literally our final exam, April 30th to May 2nd.
Our demonstration of our abilities on the last hike would determine our
grade for the class.

   Mr.  Lewis discussed types of packs, types of hiking boots, and other
equipment.  The university would loan equipment to any students who didn't
have their own camping equipment.  Christian, Bev, Kelly and I smiled.  We
were all set except for backpacking tents.  One thing Mr.  Lewis announced
was disappointing.  Guys and girls would not be allowed share tents.

   Christian and I stayed after class while Bev and Kelly waited outside.
We had one more problem to work out.  We had football scrimmages on
Saturday afternoons.  Mr.  Lewis promised us he would work things out to
accommodate Coach Burton's schedule after he found out we had extensive
experience at backpacking through scouts.

   The four of us headed back to our dorm rooms.  Kelly was in a
particularly playful and affectionate mood as we walked back.  Christian
and Bev headed to Beaver Hall when we reached Pollock Halls.  Kelly and I
headed for my room.  We planned to study together for awhile.

   We sat down side by side on my bed and got our books.  Kelly was in a
silly mood.  I'd read for a minute then she nudge me in the ribs and
giggle. I pretended to ignore her as I tried to read.  Then she tickled me
for a few seconds.  I tried retaliating.  It just led to more touching and
tickling.

   In desperation, I tried hugging Kelly to dissuade her.  I finally
stopped the tickling by kissing Kelly.  I succeeded, at the cost of study
time.  Kelly's passion got my motor going.  We kissed for a couple minutes
before things escalated.  Kelly groped my hard erection though my jeans
while I felt her up.

   Kelly shucked her blouse and bra.  I kissed and caressed her beautiful
breasts.  Our passions carried us away.  Kelly helped me pull my shirt off.
Another minute of making out and Kelly was trying to get my pants off.

   "Hang on!" I demanded while Kelly slipped a hand down my boxers while
she kissed my nipples.  "Damian...." I gasped as she rubbed my erection. 
"I got to....  Oooohhh... lock the... dooooorr..."

   Kelly let me loose.  I grabbed a tie from my closet and hung it outside
on the door handle.  Damian and I had agreed on that as the warning sign if
we were entertaining.  I locked the door and rejoined my now naked
girlfriend on my bed.

   Kelly and I pleasured each other orally until each of us reached orgasm.
Kelly's nectar was unusually enticing that evening.  Kelly sucked on my
semi-limp cock after I came until she got me hard again.  My lover was
voracious.  She had me hard in a couple minutes.

   I barely had time to slip a condom on my cock before she positioned my
cock and pulled me on top of her.  I began stroking in and out with a
ravenous Kelly urging me on.  I finally realized what was going on as I
stroked her.  Today was the day we had calculated she would ovulate.

   My girl was in heat.  Biology was in control and was demanding I plant
as much of my seed in her as possible.  I did my best to quench my lover's
desires, short of actually impregnating her.  I was super careful after I
came to make sure my condom came out intact and without spilling its
contents.

   Kelly further surprised me by demanding a round two that evening.  We
went at it again until I brought her to two more orgasms and was totally
spent.  We cuddled for a little while.  Kelly had to hurry back to her dorm
when we realized it was a quarter to ten.

   Damian came in a couple minutes after Kelly left and tossed my tie to
me. He didn't seem real pleased that I had kept him out of our room so
long. "Sorry about that," I said contritely.  "Kelly was really hot
tonight. You know how it is."

   Damian's face softened and he allowed a hint of a smile.  "Yeah, I do,"
he answered.  "Getting laid is getting laid.  You take it when you can get
it."

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   I visited Bald Eagle High School with the C I 295 on Thursday.  My
classmates and I sat in on an AP Modern European History class, a
trigonometry class and a deutsch Unterricht [German class].  I remembered
enough Deutsch from last year that I could converse with the instructor,
Herr Wolf.

   Ryan Patel had arranged for all the students visiting Bald Eagle High
School to observe the Deutsch class.  Three quarters of my classmates
couldn't speak the language.  Ryan quizzed us on the teaching techniques
Herr Wolf used.  He wanted us to concentrate on the teaching techniques we
observed, not the content of the lessons.

   I hurried to the Lasch Building after class.  The final act in my prank
with Aaron Morano was to unfold a little after four o'clock when the "Jets"
called again.  I had warned Jon Miller earlier in the day not to be in a
hurry to call.  I wanted to be in the weight room when Aaron found out he
wasn't going to be as rich as he expected.

   Aaron was working out at one of the machines when I reached the weight
room.  Zack was at the machine beside him.  I greeted my friends and
settled in at a machine nearby.  I glanced at the clock on the wall.  I
made it before zero hour, 4:05 pm.

   Jon Miller's call was right on schedule.  Aaron stopped working when his
phone rang.  "Hello?"

   After a few seconds pause Aaron smiled and said, "It's good to hear from
you again Mr.  Miller." Zack looked over at me and tried to suppress a
smile.  Both of us watched as Aaron spoke with the rep from the "Jets".

   Aaron added an occasional "Yes sir," and "No sir," to the conversation
as he listened to Jon's spiel.  Many guys on the team knew about the "Jets"
interest in Aaron.  They gathered around, trying to pick up stray bits of
information as Aaron listened.

   "Yes," Aaron replied to one question.  "I'd be open to playing another
position if it helped out the team." I tried not to smile while Aaron put
his head in the trap I set for him.

   Aaron listened for about thirty seconds.  His face went from smiling to
shocked.  "Middle linebacker!" he exclaimed.

   Zack and I couldn't contain ourselves any longer.  We burst out
laughing. Aaron's face fell and he stared at Zack and me, incredulous. 
"You?" he said accusingly.

   I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak.  I nodded yes.  The rest of the
guys around us realized what was going on and joined in the laughter.  It
took a couple minutes for all the laughter to die down.

   Finally Aaron asked, "I wasn't sure this was real until I saw the report
on ESPN.  How in the hell did you pull that off?"

   "Serendipity," I explained, still chuckling.  "I have no idea where that
came from.  I didn't plan it as a part of the prank."

   "I think you better talk with your prospective agents," Zack added.  "I
bet one of them has a big mouth."

   Aaron quizzed me for a few minutes on how I managed to pull off
something so elaborate.  I hadn't heard, but Aaron had called back Jon
Miller yesterday afternoon.  Jon had handled the call perfectly, not
tipping Aaron off.

   The group was starting to disperse to continue working out.  "Damn
Kyle," Aaron said as he sat down at is machine again.  "This has got to be
the most elegant prank I've ever seen.  My hat is off to you."

   "Thank you," I answered, trying to be modest.

   "I have to wonder what you have planned for me," Zack said.

   "Patience," I reminded my friend.  "You'll see in due time."

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   I found the detailed spring practice schedule in my locker when I went
back in from Thursday workout.  All dinners, starting on Sunday night,
would be at the Training Table.  We had practice in Holuba Hall from 3:30
to 5:00 pm Monday through Friday.  Saturday mornings we would have team
meetings.  Lunch on Saturdays was at the Training Table.  Scrimmages would
follow from 1:00 pm to 3:30 pm.  All team members were expected to maintain
their daily workout and film study schedule as we had done since the end of
the season.

   Josh Bruno and I went in on Friday afternoon to see Coach Burton.  We
discussed our schedule conflict on Thursday afternoons with C I 295.  Our
class in Sackett Building didn't end until 3:35 pm.  Coach gave us twenty
minutes to get across campus, dress and be ready to practice in Holuba Hall
on Thursdays.  If we were late, we'd have to run laps.  It looked like Josh
and I would be jogging from class to practice.  It takes more than twenty
minutes to cover the ground walking.

   Kelly and I headed over to Omega Chi Epsilon after dinner on Friday
night with Cameron Miller and Joel Peterson.  They were doing a charity
auction with Delta Nu, their sister sorority.  The brothers remembered our
help a few weeks earlier with the Thon.  Kelly and I were made to feel
welcome at the house.

   They served beer and refreshments during the auction.  Kelly and I each
bought an item at the auction to help out with the fundraising.  They
played some music between auctions.  It was a nice, low key evening.

   Jen was gone when I escorted Kelly back to her room.  It turned out to
be good planning on my part that I had sent the extra box of condoms I
bought down in Florida with Kelly the previous Sunday evening.  Kelly put a
piece of tape over her lock, her pre-arranged signal that she wanted
privacy in case Jen came back early from her date with Alan.  I made love
to Kelly for an hour.  We cuddled for awhile before I went back a little
before midnight.  I wanted to stay but didn't feel right about chasing Jen
out of her bed for the night.

   After Kelly and I met for lunch on Saturday, I spent the afternoon with
Christian and Jared Cantrell.  Jared tested us on every wide receiver play
in our team's playbook.  Christian and I got almost all of them right.  The
three of us reviewed the plays we were shaky on before we quit for our
day's workout.

   I showered and dressed up after my workout.  I wanted to take Kelly to a
nice restaurant that night.  Kelly was decked out in nice clothing too when
I picked her up at her dorm.  We walked downtown together.  I led the way
to the Tavern Restaurant on College Avenue.

   The hostess seated us after a few minutes wait.  The dress was casual,
but it was several cuts above the usual pizza or burgers we had when we
went downtown for a meal.  I decided to have the chicken cordon bleu; Kelly
chose the sea scallops with mushrooms and wine.  We shared our selections
with each other when we ate.  Both entrees were excellent.  Kelly and I
took Zack's advice, we each had a slice of their chocolate chip cheese cake
that he raved about.

   We went over to Zack, Aaron, Evan and Jake's apartment after dinner for
their weekly party.  I normally helped Zack and Aaron set up before the
party started.  Kelly was quite agreeable to helping too.

   I was surprised when Zack introduced his date for the evening when we
arrived half an hour before the party was to start.  He met Leigh Ann
Bowman in his persuasive speaking, CAS 213 class.  Leigh Ann was around
5'-10" tall, had long flowing blonde hair and a stunning figure.  She
easily met Zack's standards for a date.

   Zack Hayes had been big man on campus since he became the starter at
quarterback in his junior year in high school.  He always attracted the
prettiest, most vivacious girls.  Even when he started college he stood
out. He was the prized QB recruit and heir-apparent to Phil DiStefano as a
freshman and sophomore.  Zack's status, good looks, confidence and easy
charm with the ladies attracted the nicest girls on campus to him.

   Zack usually chooses his girl for the evening after the party got
started, so I was a little surprised to see him with Leigh Ann already.  I
guess if you're going to reach beyond our usual circle of friends you need
to ask the girl in advance of the party.

   Kelly and I talked with Leigh Ann for a few minutes.  I introduced Leigh
Ann to Kelly.

   After greeting us, Leigh commented, "I was totally shocked when Zack
asked me for a date two days ago.  Little old me from Schaefferstown."

   "Schaefferstown?  Really?" I asked.  "I work at a scout camp on the
county line, just south of Schaefferstown."

   "Do you?" Leigh Ann answered.  "I drive right by the entrance to that
camp on the way to work in the summer.  I work at a greenhouse in Lancaster
County."

   "You know the lake at the entrance?" I asked.  "That's where I work.  I
teach rowing and canoeing to the scouts."

   "Really?  It's a small world isn't it?" Leigh Ann commented.  She
glanced around.  "Will there be a lot of football players here tonight?"

   "Sure," I said.  "There will be lots of guys from the team."

   "Don't be overly impressed," Kelly added.  "Football players are just
college guys like the rest."

   "Who get asked for autographs five times during dinner," Leigh Ann
added. "I've never had that happen on a date before."

   "Kyle gets that occasionally," Kelly said, laughing.  "I just prick his
ego when it gets a little too big."

   Both girls laughed at my expense.  I smiled and tried to be a good
sport. We helped Zack, Aaron, Evan and Jake get things set out.  Guests
started arriving a few minutes later.

   Kelly and I went to the kitchen for some beer.  I was pleased to see
that Zack had taken my advice.  I had given him money yesterday and asked
him to pick up something more exotic than our usual Bud and Coors.  We each
grabbed a bottle of the Irish stout.  The beer was strong but tasty.

   I was amused watching the would-be contestants in the `Hayes
Sweepstakes' hover around when they realized that Zack had picked his girl
already.  The girls eventually hooked up with other teammates.  Kelly and I
mingled with my friends, talking, enjoying the music and drinking more of
the good stout.

   Neither Kelly nor I knew if our dorm room would be free that evening, so
I sought out Evan.

   "Hey buddy," I hailed.  "Do you mind if Kelly and I use your bedroom for
a little while?"

   Evan chuckled.  "Snoopy sheets at the ready," he answered with a wink.

   "Snoopy sheets?" Kelly asked as we headed back to his downstairs
bedroom. "What does Evan mean?"

   I locked the door behind us.  "It's a gag gift I gave him for
Christmas," I explained as we undressed.  "I left his bed kind of messy one
Saturday night last December."

   Kelly frowned.  "Are you sure Evan doesn't mind?"

   "Positive," I answered as I hopped on the bed with my now naked
girlfriend.

   We pleasured each other orally and then made love.  The need was as
urgent as Wednesday night.  We took our time and thoroughly enjoyed
ourselves that night.

   We ran into Trevor Conwell and a girl I didn't know outside Evan's door
waiting for their turn in bed.  I gave Trevor a wink as Kelly and I headed
for the kitchen for a beer to quench our thirst after our exertions.

   We joined Zack and Leigh Ann on the couch in the living room after we
grabbed our beers.  We talked with Leigh Ann, learning more about her.  She
was a junior majoring in Meteorology.  She hoped to become a weatherman on
TV or on the radio.  She and Zack meet in the persuasive speaking class
when they were teamed together to give a sales presentation a few weeks
ago.

   Kelly and I hit the kitchen for one last beer before we left.  I decided
I could grow to like the Irish stout almost as much as I like Troegs Amber
Ale.  Kelly and I weren't falling down drunk when we headed back to our
dorms, but we had a real good buzz going when we ambled back.

   Kelly and I both were a little ragged when we got together for brunch
Sunday morning.  We spent part of Sunday afternoon together relaxing and
reading the paper.  Kelly had to go and finish some homework that was due
on Monday.  I had to do some work at the Lasch Building to make sure I was
ready for the start of practice.

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   I was excited on Monday afternoon as I dressed for my first spring
practice.  It was going to be fun to practice some football instead
studying it in the playbook.  I showed up on the field in Holuba Hall
fifteen minutes before practice was scheduled to start.

   I wasn't the only one.  Jay, Trevor, Christian, Jake Washington and
Tyler Madden all were there when I walked onto the field.  We talked as our
teammates gathered.  Jay was totally pumped, bouncing around while he
talked about how happy he was to be done with being a red-shirt.  He would
have the opportunity this month to prove to the coaches that he deserved
some playing time in the next season.

   The first afternoon of practice was similar to the first day last
summer. We were timed, tested and drilled to see how our off-season
training had improved our performance.  The coaches also got to see how
Jared Cantrell and David McCall could perform.

   I improved my time in the 100 yard run to 9.59 seconds, 0.03 seconds
better than last summer.  I was a little ticked off; I had a 4.31 second
time in the 40.  I expected my time to improve since we were running on an
indoor surface, but it was a hundredth of a second slower.  Coach Adams
told me not to worry; probably he was a touch slow stopping the watch when
he timed me.

   I managed to maintain my status as the one of the fastest guys on the
team.  David McCall matched my 4.31 seconds.  The quickness training and
workouts helped Christian this winter.  He improved his time to 4.34
seconds.  Tanner Riggs improved too.  The Nittany Lions were not going to
be outrun on the football field next season.

   We received our equipment back in the Lasch Building.  I talked to Larry
Fitzgerald, our equipment manager.  He agreed to switch my number from 85
to 87, the number I wore all through high school.  He promised my new
jerseys would be ready before next Saturday's scrimmage.

   Coach Collins checked us out in the weight room.  He was pleased with my
progress at training.  The squad spent the rest of the practice time
running drills designed to get us back in football shape.  Coach Burton
reminded everyone that dinner was at six o'clock when he dismissed us from
our two hour practice.  We had to hurry to shower, change and get to dinner
on time.

   I found a table with Damian, Jay, Trevor, Shawn Byrd, Christian, and GJ.
A couple minutes later David McCall and Jared Cantrell stopped by and asked
politely if they could sit with us.  We happily allowed them to join our
table.

   Our dinner wasn't different from what they served in the regular dining
hall.  They did pile the plates a little higher to take care of growing
boys like us.  You better have some heft to you when you have to deal with
Big Ten linemen and linebackers.

   Zack Hayes and Karol Zizka stood and called for the team's attention
when dinner was finished.  They proceeded to question our two rookies,
David and Jared, on Penn State lore.  Zack and Karol insisted that Dave and
Jared had to learn the alma mater in order to have dinner tomorrow night.
The rest of the guys at our table reassured Dave and Jared that they could
find the song on-line and shouldn't have any problem tomorrow evening. 
Coach Burton ended dinner with a reminder that we had a team meeting at
seven o'clock tonight.

   Coach Burton went over the team's goals for spring practice at our
evening team meeting.  We were to concentrate on perfecting our plays this
spring.  We would not worry about future opponents.  We were to learn to
execute our offense and defense flawlessly.  If we could get close to that
goal, wins would take care of themselves next season.

   Coach Burton went over the depth chart.  I was listed as the primary
kick and punt returner, and the #1 slot receiver for the first string
offense.  I was also played strong side receiver for the second string.

   I was pleased to see some of my fellow freshmen moving up the depth
chart too.  Christian and Tanner would continue to be my backups for
returns.  I knew Coach Ferguson promised them more opportunities to show
what they could do this month.  That was fine with me.

   Trevor Conwell was penciled in at right defensive end with the first
string.  He deserved it after his performance at the Rose Bowl.  Wyatt
Smith and my roommate Damian both jumped past Jabari Walker at tailback. 
They would spend most of their time working on second string this month.

   My friend Josh Bruno and his fellow freshman linebacker Brendan Hayden
stepped up to second string.  They played linebacker on the weak side and
strong side, respectively.

   Angus Pitts was slated to replace Aaron Morano.  I hoped that would work
out for Angus.  He didn't have Aaron's speed, but he knew football.  Shawn
Byrd was now on second string backing Angus up.

   Coach Burton warned us before the team meeting was over that none of
these changes were set in stone.  Strong performance on the practice field
and at the Saturday afternoon scrimmages would be recognized.  Coach said
no position on the team was guaranteed.

   I chuckled to myself.  I knew no one, no matter how strong their spring
performance, was unseating Zack Hayes.  Jake Washington, Karol Zizka, Cuch
Cuchiella, Shawn O'Conner, Evan Foster, and JT Hill had little to worry
about.  I also knew these guys would be out on the field working hardest to
improve.  That was expected of the leaders on our team.

   Kelly and I spent an hour at her room studying.  We studied different
subjects for each of us, but at least we had time together.  I gave Kelly
as passionate a good night kiss as I could manage before I went back to my
room.

   In some ways it was easier last fall when I was going with Penny and she
was two hundred miles away during the football season.  Now I desperately
wanted to spend more time with Kelly but was going to be busy with football
for the next four weeks.  The two of us still could have breakfasts,
lunches, Friday nights and Saturday nights for each other.

   I life guarded Tuesday morning, had lunch with Kelly and then spent the
afternoon before practice reviewing film and the playbook for strong side
wide receiver plays.  I had learned these first last fall and didn't know
them as well as weak side and slot receiver plays.

   Our team started the real work on Tuesday - running plays.  I split my
time between the first team and the second team.  Zack Hayes ran the first
string offense with occasional help from Glenn Korbel.  When I was with
Zack I worked in both the slot receiver and the weak side receiver spots.
Glenn, Colin and Jay all split time running the second string offense.

   The week proceeded that way - a lot of time for football and classes,
too little time with Kelly.  Tuesday morning was the only I time I could
work for Mr.  Coleman at the Natatorium.  Fortunately he was very
understanding.  He told to make sure I worked hard at practices.  He wanted
to watch me score a lot of touchdowns next season.

   Wednesday evening Mr.  Lewis, our backpacking instructor, had everyone
pack up for the weekend's trip and bring their things to class.  He had
everyone form a big circle with their packs.  Mr.  Lewis had us empty our
packs and then he reviewed, item by item, the things we were to bring on
the weekend hike.

   Dave, one of the guys near Christian, Bev, Kelly and me, commented
quietly, "This is just how a ranger out at Philmont does it."

   Christian smiled and nodded his head, as did a few the other guys.  Mr.
Lewis overheard the remark.

   "Yes," Mr.  Lewis said, chuckling.  "I steal ideas from the best.  I
went to the ranch as a Boy Scout." Mr.  Lewis explained to the group about
the Boy Scouts' Philmont Scout Ranch in Cimarron, New Mexico.  You went
there for two weeks of backpacking in the Sangre De Cristo Mountains.  It
sounded like fun, but I wasn't sure I would have given up one of my trips
to Algonquin to go there instead.

   Mr.  Lewis reviewed the menu for the weekend briefly.  We would be
hiking in the Rothrock State Forest the coming weekend.  We worked on the
using topographic maps and compasses for the rest of the evening.

   Christian and I met with Mr.  Lewis after the class to get directions to
meet the group on Saturday evening after we finished our scrimmage.  He
gave us maps and directions about where to park Saturday afternoon. 
Christian and I would have a three mile hike to catch up to the rest of the
class.  Mr.  Lewis was pleased to find out that we could meet the group at
Rec Hall on Saturday morning to get our share of equipment before the group
left for the hike.

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   Thursday afternoon the special teams had their first practice.  I split
time with Christian and Tanner returning kicks and punts.  I didn't mind at
all, knowing it will be good for our team to have more people capable of
returning the ball.

   Kelly and I went downtown for a snack Friday night after my wide
receivers meeting finished up at eight pm.  We relaxed at the Penn State
Diner over pie and ice cream.  We went back to Kelly's room where I helped
her pack.

   Jen was out on a date with Alan.  Kelly and I took advantage of the
privacy to get in a quickie in her room before bed time.  Kelly and I
cuddled for awhile after that, enjoying the physical and emotional
closeness.

   Christian and I met Bev and Kelly for breakfast on Saturday morning
before the four of us headed to Rec Hall to meet our backpacking class. 
Mr. Lewis distributed food, tents, stoves and cooking equipment to
everyone. Christian and I each ended up with a tent.  Mr.  Lewis didn't
want us carrying dinner or cooking gear, just in case we were delayed
finding the group that evening.  We gave our girlfriends kisses before they
boarded the bus and headed south out of State College.

   Christian and I decided to go over to the Lasch Building and review film
and the playbook until it was time for lunch.  Our scrimmage that was the
perfect time for us to impress our coaches.

   Jared Cantrell found us in the film room a couples hours later.  He
studied with us until it was time for the pre-scrimmage team meal at the
Training Table.  Jared was making good progress learning the playbook.  He
was going to be so far ahead of Bruce MacCauley, the other freshman
receiver that would be joining the team for next season.

   Last Monday's snow was mostly melted by Saturday.  The grounds staff had
kept one outdoor practice field cleared of snow in hopes that we could do
our scrimmage outside.  We were lucky with the day's weather - by lunchtime
the temperature was in the upper fifties.  When lunch was over Coach Burton
stood and called for everyone's attention.

   Coach announced, "Dress warmly gentlemen.  Scrimmage will be outside
today.  Check the bulletin board in the locker room for team assignments.
Some of you will be playing parts of the scrimmage on both teams.  Pay
attention to Coach Czerwinski and Coach Schroeder so you get on the field
with the correct team.

   "Our goal for the coming season to win the BCS Championship.  We begin
that quest with this scrimmage.  Work hard today.  Start our next season
off the Penn State way - hard, tough nosed, smart football!"

   Zack Hayes, Karol Zizka and Jake Washington led us in the "We are...
Penn State" cheer before we left the Training Table.  It felt a little
weird to me not to have Bo Cherry, Aaron Morano and Antwaan Booker lead us,
but time moves on.

   The crowd of football players exited the dining hall and headed up the
road for the Lasch Building.  I checked the bulletin board and found I was
assigned to Zack Hayes and Colin O'Shea's Blue Team in the first half.  I
would work with Glenn Korbel and Jay Nicholson's White Team in the second
half.  I made sure that I packed my new #87 white jersey in my sports bag
to take out to the field for the second half.

   Half the practice field nearest Hasting Road was in the shadow of the
Lasch Building while the remainder of the field was in bright early spring
sunlight.  My teammates and I warmed up on the uncharacteristically warm
March afternoon.  I took my place on the eastern sideline when it was time
for the scrimmage to start.

   Zack and the Blue offense dominated the White defense (mostly our first
string) in the first half.  I scored a long touchdown on Angus Pitts and
Yasin Clark, our free safety, to start the scoring.  I overheard Yasin
mutter as I went by, "It's going to be a long day." It was, for the White
defense.

   Glenn and the White offense couldn't get anything moving.  Josh Bruno
and Brendan Hayden smothered Wyatt Smith and his fullback, Wes Kennedy,
anytime the White team ran the ball.  Knowing passes were coming, our
secondary of Tyler Madden, Shawn Byrd, Denzel Hunt and Salim Rogers kept
the White receivers from catching many passes.

   The only ray of sunshine the White team had in the first half was the
way Jake Washington and Trevor Conwell were playing at defensive end.  It
was a good thing Zack was wearing his red "do not hit me" jersey.  Jake and
Trevor would have had a couple sacks a piece if this had been a real game.

   The Blue team led the Whites 17-3 as we neared the two minute mark in
the first half.  Coach `C' had working his White defense on the blitz
package.  I was lined up on the weak side and was to run a simple down and
in pattern on the play.  At the snap I spotted Angus, the corner back
covering me, blitz as the coverage rolled towards me.  I remembered from my
studies this winter that I was to break off my route and go deep into the
hole where Angus should have been before help can shift over to cover the
gap.

   I sprinted for the hole as Angus rushed by me.  I turned my head back to
look for the ball just before it arrived.  I caught the ball a split second
ahead of Jarrell Cook's arrival.  I spun away from him and sprinted for the
end zone, scoring my second TD of the half.

   Zack met me as I trotted to the sideline.  "Hot damn!" Zack exclaimed as
he hugged me and banged our helmets together.  "You read that one
perfectly."

   "I just did what the playbook said to do," I answered.

   "I know!" Zack countered.  "Last fall you always missed that kind of
read.  I expected to have to check down to Anders and throw him a short
pass in the middle."

   "I've been studying Zack," I explained.

   "I know you have," he responded exuberantly.  "This coming season is
going to be great.  This is the first time you and I have played together
that you knew what in the hell you were doing."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "You didn't have a clue when we played together in high school.  Coach
Caffrey spoon fed you enough plays to utilize your speed.  I watched you
improve as a receiver the next three years when I was able to get to
Wolverine games.  I wished I had the chance to work with you then once you
learned how to play high school ball." I nodded in understanding.  Zack
continued, "Both of us know how much of the offense you knew last fall."

   "Not a lot," I conceded.

   "Exactly," Zack responded.  "Though I will give you credit.  You
improved considerably as the season went on." Zack gave a slap on the back.
"You keep studying and making the correct adjustments like that, no defense
in college is going to stop us."

   "I'll do my best Zack," I said.

   Coach Schroeder sat down the starters on the Blue offense after the
score reached 24-3.  Colin O'Shea finished the half without further
scoring.

   I swapped my blue jersey for my white one when the first half ended and
trotted over to join Coach `C' and the White offense.  We rested for ten
minutes and then huddled to discuss our second half strategy.  Coach `C'
spoke about our team's need to get serious about the game and make up the
three touchdowns we were down.

   I did my best not to laugh and to get in the spirit of the scrimmage. 
After all, I had scored two of the three touchdowns that put us behind.

   Jared Cantrell got his first opportunity to play as kick returner for
the Blue Team.  He muffed the ball and only managed a fifteen yard return.
Coach `C' turned up the blitz on Colin O'Shea.  The Blue offense went three
plays and off the field.  Tanner Riggs took Mitch Jackson's punt and
brought it back to our 39 yard line.

   Jay was our quarterback for the second half.  Coach Adams, the White
offensive coordinator, sent me on the field as the weak side receiver. 
Christian lined up on the strong side and Max Rosen went in as needed in
the slot.  Damian took over from Jabari Walker's spot at tailback.

   Coach Adams had Damian run a couple off tackle plays to start us off;
picking up five then six yards on the two carries.  Coach Adams decided to
test David McCall, who was covering me, on the next play.  I sprinted down
the field on a flag route, David closely following me.  I caught the flight
of the ball Jay threw, slowed and jumped to grab the ball.

   I knew I wouldn't outrun David, but I had a six inch height advantage
over him.  I grabbed the ball out of the air a few inches above his
outstretched hands.  I landed while David wrapped his arms around me.  I
took a couple steps dragging David before the cornerback knocked both of us
on the ground.  I gained thirty-four yards on the play.

   "Good job Kyle!" Jay said as he slapped me on the back when I joined the
huddle.  "I wouldn't have thrown to you if this wasn't a scrimmage.  Coach
Adams wanted to see how McCall would handle himself one on one."

   "Thanks Jay," I answered.  "You made a nice throw."

   Coach Adams continued testing David.  I ran quite a few short to medium
pass routes where I demonstrated to David the various fakes, jukes, stutter
steps and assorted other tricks I had learned in the past year.  I caught
six balls in the second half against David.

   Jay used the whole field to spread out the Blue defense.  We made up the
twenty-one point deficit by the middle of the fourth quarter.  I caught one
of the touchdowns, Christian a second and Jibril Sloan, our #3 tight end,
the last one.  Damian ran the ball, as needed, to keep the pass rush off
balance.  My White teammates and I celebrated when Andrew Perkins booted
the extra point through to tie up the score.

   Colin O'Shea and the Blue offense finally woke up after that.  They
moved the ball down the field on the White defense as the clock ran down.
To my delight my protégé, Jared Cantrell, caught what proved to be the
winning touchdown.

   Jay ran our hurry up offense, but not well enough to get us the needed
touchdown before time ran out on our scrimmage.  I knew the coaches would
have us working on the hurry-up next week during practices.

   Jay, Damian and Trevor were buoyant about their performances on the
field when we hit the showers.  Jay clearly out-performed Glenn and Colin
and performed nearly as well as Zack.  Trevor was lined up against Joe
Cleveland, another freshman like us, and had dominated him.  Damian had
done well running the ball.  Coach Adams praised his blocking on the blitz
pick-ups.

   Christian and I took quick showers so we could get out of town and get
our afternoon's hike done before dinner.  Damian was dressed by the time we
were ready to head back to our dorm.  He walked back with us.  I promised
Christian I'd meet him at the elevator in five minutes when we reached our
floor.

   I was putting on multiple layers of clothing in our room when Damian
asked, "You know it's going to go down to 25 degrees tonight?" I nodded yes
as I continued dressing.  "I can't believe you're really going to sleep in
a tent on top of some damn mountain tonight."

   "I've camped out in January already," I said confidently.  "This will be
a piece of cake in the end of March when the temp is barely below
freezing."

   "No chance you'll end up back here in the middle of the night?" Damian
asked.

   "No," I answered chuckling.  I understood my roommate's interest in my
welfare.  "Bring her on back if you got a hot date tonight.  Have a blast.
I doubt I'll be back before lunch time tomorrow."

   "Thanks man," Damian said.  "I think I've got a good chance of getting
some tonight."

   "You and your girl have some fun tonight," I said as I put on my
backpack.  I gave him a leer.  "If you're short on condoms, you can borrow
some from my closet."

   "Thanks man, I've got that covered," Damian answered.  I headed out the
door.  Damian called out as the door was closing, "Stay warm roomie."

   "See you tomorrow at lunch," I called as I walked to the elevator.

   Christian was there already.  We headed up Bigler Road to the East
Parking Deck and my VW.  The packs went in the back seat and then we were
off for our late afternoon trek.

   Mr.  Lewis had arranged for us to park at the Tussey Mountain Ski Area
for the night.  Christian and I gathered up our packs and headed up the
road into Galbraith Gap.  One third of the way up the hill we left the jeep
road and climbed on a foot trail.  It was an 1100 foot climb to the lookout
tower and top of Little Flat Mountain.  We followed the road at the top of
the mountain for awhile before our trail split off to the left and headed
down the hill into the Roaring Run valley.  We found our classmates about a
quarter to six that evening.  They were busy cooking dinner.  I greeted
Kelly with a hug and kiss when we met.  Christian did the same with Bev.

   Mr.  Lewis directed us to get our tent set up while our classmates
finished cooking dinner.  Kelly and Bev helped Christian and I get our tent
set up.  The cooks called everyone for dinner just as Christian and I
finished setting up our tent and rolling out our mats and sleeping bags.

   We had dinner, Mr.  Lewis taught the group about bear bags and then he
did a lecture on `Leave No Trace' camping.  Most of the group decided to go
to bed since it was dark.  Kelly and I took a walk.  We did some heavy
kissing out of sight of camp for a few minutes until it got too cold.

   I had a raging hard-on when I climbed into my tent.  I was surprised
Christian wasn't in the tent yet.  I stripped quickly and put on my Under
Armour to help me stay warm for the night and climbed into my bag.  I took
advantage of the privacy to jerk-off and relieve my erection before
Christian returned to our small tent.

   Christian returned a couple minutes later.  He stripped out of his day's
clothes and quickly dressed for bed.  He tried to hide it, but I clearly
saw he was sporting a big boner too.  He and Bev had the same idea as Kelly
and me.

   I wasn't asleep yet when I noticed furtive movements in the center of
Christian's sleeping bag.  My ex-roommate, the master of self-denial, was
trying to get some relief.  I said quietly, "You don't need to hide.  I
understand."

   Christian rolled his head towards mine.  "I'm sorry.  I try not to do
this but....  Bev makes me crazy sometimes....  It just so hard..." I
snickered.  "NO!  I don't mean that!"

   "It is hard," I answered, trying to keep from laughing out loud. 
Slightly calmer, I added, "Kelly drives me crazy too."

   "I try to do what Reverend Mentzer preaches but..." Christian explained.

   "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak," I interjected.

   "Yes," Christian admittedly quietly.

   "It's totally normal man," I said.  "Kelly gets me so excited."

   "Bev does too," Christian said.  "The two of us have had more time alone
together this year than we've ever had before.  Bev's parents are very
strict.  We rarely had time to be... together, if you know what I mean."

   "Now you are finding out how good... uh, together can be," I said.

   "Yes," Christian said with a sigh.

   I rolled over and said, "Forget I'm here Christian.  Take care of what
you need."

   Christian didn't answer.  I could hear him quietly pleasuring himself
for a couple minutes.  I thought there was hope for my friend loosening up
like a normal guy eventually when I heard him groan and cum.

   Mr.  Lewis woke the group up around seven am.  By eight o'clock, hot
chocolate, coffee and oatmeal were ready for the group.  We ate our
breakfast and then headed down the trail.  We hiked down Roaring Run until
the creek came out of the Shingletown Gap.  We had to walk down the road
into Shingletown to meet the university bus.  The group covered the three
and a half miles in a little less than two hours.  The bus dropped Kelly
and me off at Tussey Mountain Ski Area so I could drive my car back to
campus.

   I knew as soon as I opened the door to my room that Damian had gotten
lucky the previous night.  The room still reeked of cum.  I was happy for
my friend.

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   My contact with `Uncle Barry', Professor Voight, just before spring
break, paid off the following week.  Tuesday, just before practice, Anders
Voight grabbed me.  "The `Society of Future Lions Linebackers', does that
name mean anything to you?" he queried.

   "Should it?" I asked innocently.

   "Imagine my surprise to find a picture of a ten month old me bare-assed
naked on a blanket in the middle of a PowerPoint presentation in my
Seismology class," Anders said, leaning in close to me and trying to stare
me down.  "The credit at the bottom of the slide said the photo was
courtesy of the `Society of Future Lions Linebackers'."

   "That must have been a sight," I answered, unblinking.  "The society
sounds pretty resourceful."

   Anders drew back and laughed.  "This was an inside job.  I want to know
who helped - Uncle Barry or my cousin Don?"

   "Your uncle and your cousin are both very helpful people," I answered,
maintaining my even tone.

   "You'll do almost anything to get revenge on a prank, won't you?" Anders
asked.  "Who do you have left?"

   I finally smiled to my friend.  "Zack Hayes is the only one left."

   "You plant a phony draft report for Aaron on ESPN and you embarrass me
in front of my fellow geology majors.  What do you have planned for Zack?"
Anders asked.

   "Trade secret," I answered with a wink.  "Zack won't know what hit him
until it's too late."

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   Coach Burton worked us hard during the week.  We ran the two minute
drill repeatedly until he was satisfied with the results from each of the
four quarterbacks.  I worked on it with the first string with Zack when
they ran it.  I was sent down to the third string to run it with Jay too.
That was an interesting development.  I didn't think it meant I didn't play
well enough to stay with the first team.  I decided it meant they wanted to
see Jay step up and take a bigger role on the team.

   This was a busy week for me.  I had an Econ 2 paper and a History 2
paper due and a mid-term in Psych 100.  Kelly and I made the most of our
limited time together.  We made love after she finished classes on Tuesday
afternoon before I had to go to practice.

   Kelly and I got together at her room to study on Thursday evening after
my receivers' meeting with Coach Adams.  We sat down side by side on her
bed.  I had just opened my Psych book to study when Kelly asked, "Do you
remember the last day of our spring break down in Florida?"

   I nodded that I did.  Kelly continued, "We could have skipped the
condoms that Friday.  My period hasn't started yet.  It would have been
safe."

   "Your period is late?" I asked, the tremor in my voice hinting at the
sinking feeling I had.

   Kelly stared at my pale face for a few seconds.  "No..." she said
reassuringly.  "It doesn't mean I'm pregnant.  I'm often a day early or a
day late.  Relax Kyle."

   I tried to relax as we studied.  Intellectually I knew that Kelly was
right.  Women's periods did vary a little.  It was much too soon to mean
anything that it didn't start on time.  But still... I would have been more
relaxed if her period had started on time.

   After history was over on Friday morning, Kelly had me wait for her
outside the ladies room in the Forestry Services Building.  Kelly was
buoyant when she came back out.  She gave me a hug and a kiss right in the
hallway as other students passed us.

   "Good news Loverboy," Kelly gushed.  "I thought my period started while
Mr.  McDaniel was lecturing last period.  It did.  You aren't going to be a
daddy."

   I let out a loud sigh and kissed my girlfriend.  "That's great news."

   "I'm going straight back to my room and put that birth control ring in,"
Kelly promised.  "We'll be able to make love properly in a few days."

   It didn't feel like it was going to be Easter that weekend.  Penn State
had classes on Good Friday.  I had football practice.  I was used to having
a vacation at Easter time.  I guess that was a small price to pay for the
week Kelly and I spent in Florida.

   Kelly and I went downtown Friday night after my team meeting and had an
evening snack at the Waffle House.  Kelly returned me to my room on time
for my eleven o'clock pre-scrimmage curfew.

   I spent Saturday morning studying football and preparing for the
afternoon's scrimmage.  Coach Burton had me scheduled to play the first
half on Zack's Blue Team and then switch at halftime and play on Jay's
White Team in the second half.

   Zack led us to four first half touchdowns, including two when we
practiced the two minute drill.  I caught one of them in the corner of the
end zone by out leaping Shawn Byrd.  Shawn O'Conner picked up the second
goal line TD when he bulled his way in from the 2 yard line.  Blue led
White 34-20 at halftime.

   Tanner Riggs returned the kick off to Blue's 41 yard line, giving us
excellent position to start off the second half.  Jay huddled us.

   "All right LADIES!" he growled.  "We ARE not losing to Blue again. 
Let's get to work!" Jay called for a deep pass to set the tone for the
half. He hit me in stride at the eighteen yard line on a post route.  I ran
the ball into the end zone to bring White closer.

   Jay's attitude was infectious.  Everyone was fired up to play their
best. Jay and the White offensive fireworks produced 17 second half points.
Colin O'Shea's Blue offense only managed two field goals as the White Team
beat Blue 41-40.

   The offensive coaches on both teams were pleased with our production. 
The defensive coaches were not as happy.  I knew Coach Burton and Coach `C'
were going to work the defenses' asses off next week.  I was pleased with
myself.  I caught five pass and two touchdowns in the first half and seven
passes and two touchdowns in the second half.

   Kelly and I went downtown for dinner.  We were hungry for some barbeque,
so we went to Beulah's.  I replenished the energy I spent on the football
field with a whole rack of baby back ribs while Kelly enjoyed a pulled pork
sandwich.

   We headed back to Zack Hayes' apartment to help him and his roommates
get ready for the night's party.  I was surprised to see Leigh Ann Bowman
was at Zack's place already helping with the party preparations.  We
grabbed a couple beers when everything was ready and had a seat on the
couch until the other guests arrived.

   Kelly and I enjoyed ourselves, visiting with our friends, quenching our
thirst with the beer and enjoying the music.  I noticed Zack's usual bevy
of babes took Leigh Ann in stride when they saw her with Zack.  Evan
Foster, Anders Voight and Jay Nicholson ended up being the center of
attention of the girls.  All the unattached girls hooked up with somebody
before the night was over.

   Zack and Leigh Ann were constantly at each other's side.  They touched,
they stared at each other, and even finished each other's sentences. 
Whatever was going on between them was more than the usual lust to jump
between the sheets with each other on a Saturday night.

   I bumped into Aaron one of the times I went back for refills on beer for
me and Kelly.  I asked, "What's the deal with Leigh Ann and Zack?"

   "The big guy denies it, but he's got a girlfriend," Aaron said with a
chuckle.  "This is the third Saturday night in a row that Zack asked her
for a date.  She was over three times this week to `study'.  Zack took her
out to the Rathskeller last night." The Rathskeller was the most popular
bar downtown.  "Leigh Ann is the only thing Zack talks about other than
football."

   "Wow," I marveled.  "It looks like he's got it bad for her."

   "Yeah, he does," Aaron answered.  "They're almost as sickeningly sweet
as you and Kelly."

   "We're not this bad," I protested.

   A chorus of teammates in the kitchen responded, "Yes, you are!"

   "OK, maybe we are," I admitted.  "It's just that the greatest girl in
the world is in love with me.  Why I shouldn't be happy about that?"

   "You're still in the infatuation phase," Aaron explained.  "That cools
off, but things get better after that."

   "I know Aaron," I replied.  "I've been in love before." After a pause I
added, "I hope this works out for Zack.  It would be good for him."

   Aaron and the other guys in the kitchen agreed.  Maybe Zack and Leigh
Ann could make it work together.

   I took the beer out to the living room for Kelly.  We talked with our
friends for awhile.  Later in the evening Kelly and I took advantage of
Aaron's generous offer to us his bedroom for awhile.  Kelly was still
having her period so we couldn't go all the way.  We had to be satisfied
with a very intense make out session.  Kelly ended the session by giving me
a blow job to help relieve my erection.

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   I got up early on Easter Sunday morning so I could escort Kelly to the
nine o'clock mass.  I put on my sport coat, tie and good slacks for the
service.  Kelly and I met at The Mix for breakfast sandwiches before the
service.

   Kelly wore a new dress to church that morning.  She looked gorgeous as I
escorted her down the street to the Eisenhower Chapel.  The Chapel was
crowded that morning.  Kelly and I squeezed into a pew with GJ DeLuca, Cuch
Cuchiella and a couple girls I didn't know.  GJ introduced us to his
girlfriend Courtney Williams.  Cuch introduced his friend Eloise Nichols.
Kelly and I thanked them for squeezing together to make room for us.

   The priest conducted a very moving Easter service, one even a
Presbyterian like me could appreciate.  I waited patiently in our pew when
the other five went forward for the Eucharist.  GJ came back first.  He
whispered to me as he slid past me in the pew, "Did you miss confession?"

   "No," I said smiling.  "I'm Presbyterian.  I'm just here on boyfriend
duty."

   "That's really nice of you," GJ answered.

   When the service was over I invited GJ and Courtney to walk back to
Pollock Dorms with Kelly and me.  GJ thanked me for the offer but explained
that Courtney lived in West Dorms.  The two of them were stopping back
there and then going downtown to the Waffle Shop for breakfast.

   Kelly and I took our time getting back to our dorms.  We parted outside
Hartranft Hall with a kiss and a promise to meet for brunch at 11:30.  I
headed upstairs to my room.  I was surprised when Christian met me at the
elevator on our floor.

   After rooming with Christian for two and a half months in the fall, I
knew his habits as well as anyone.  It was after 10:30, he should be
dressed for church and heading over to pick up Bev for the eleven o'clock
Protestant Service.  He wasn't ready.

   He was unshowered and unshaved, obviously wearing yesterday's clothing.
Christian was always meticulous about his appearance.  Every hair was
always perfectly in place, but not today.  His hair was disheveled.

   "Man, I've been looking for you Kyle," Christian said, his relief
apparent at finding me.

   "What's up?" I asked.

   "I need to talk to you.  Umm..." Christian said.  He lowered his gaze to
the floor and stuttered.  He blushed and didn't continue.

   "What's wrong Christian?" I asked.  I put my hand on his shoulder and
squeezed it.

   He looked back up at me.  "I did... something bad.  I need someone
more... uh, worldly to help me."

   I ignored the implied put down.  Worldly - of this world - is not
something that Mennonites strive for, just the opposite.  They want to
spend their time in Godly pursuits not the pursuits of man.  I knew that
wasn't what my Mennonite friend meant this time.

   "What do you need?" I asked.

   "Can we talk somewhere privately?" Christian asked.  "This is...
embarrassing."

   "We can use my room if you want," I suggested, "though I don't know if
Damian is up yet."

   "I know he's awake," Christian said.  "I guess I kind of... woke him up
when I was looking for you fifteen minutes ago."

   "We could use your room," I suggested.  "GJ is taking his girlfriend
downtown this morning for brunch.  Kelly and I ran into him at mass this
morning."

   "OK, follow me," Christian said.

   Christian offered me a seat at his desk when we got to his room.  I sat
down backwards on the chair to face Christian, who sat down on his bed.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I..." he said before choking up.  "I... I laid....  with Bev last
night," he finally spit out.

   "Laid?" I asked.  "You mean biblically `laid' like Abraham laid with
Sarah `laid'?"

   Christian nodded yes and then hung his head again.

   "Christian, that isn't a horrible thing to be ashamed of," I said
consolingly.  "You love her don't you?"

   "Of course," Christian answered.  "We plan to marry someday.  I love her
totally."

   "Sex is how two people our age show their love to each other," I
explained.  "It's perfectly normal."

   "Bev and I made a commitment to wait until we were married before we did
this," Christian countered.  "We broke our promise."

   "We're both from a Mennonite ancestry," I said.  Christian nodded in
agreement.  "Think about our ancestors two hundred years ago.  You're
nineteen.  You would have been married to Bev for a couple years or more by
now and probably have a kid or two."

   "I guess." Christian admitted.

   "You know it's true," I said.  "If we went to school at all back then,
we'd be finished at eighth grade and then it was off to work to support
ourselves.  We'd find girls to marry, settle down, buy farms and raise
families." Christian nodded agreement again.  "Our culture has changed
dramatically but our biology hasn't.  Your body is screaming that you need
to start a family, NOW!  It isn't realistic to expect to remain a virgin
five or ten years after you reach sexual maturity."

   "Bev and I expected better from ourselves." Christian said.

   "Do you still love her after this?" I countered.

   "Of course," Christian replied.

   "And she loves you?" I asked.

   "I think so," Christian said.

   "Now you have another way to show Bev how much you love her," I said. 
"What happened last night wasn't the end of the world Christian."

   "What you say makes sense Kyle, but that doesn't fix our problem from
last night," Christian explained.  "We didn't PLAN to do this."

   My eyes widened as I asked, "You didn't use protection?"

   Christian shook his head no.  "How much trouble are we in?"

   "Maybe you better tell me more about what happened last night," I asked.

   "Cindy went home this weekend," Christian explained.  "Bev and I had
extra time for some of things we have been doing - kissing, fondling each
other, rubbing together.  It felt wonderful.  Bev wanted to see my .... 
my....  thing"

   "Cock?" I offered.  Christian nodded yes.

   "She wanted to play with my... cock again," Christian explained.  "We've
done that a few times.  After she made me squirt, we laid down together and
kissed some more.  We were rubbing together and my....  cock got hard
again. We kept rubbing together, my thing... my cock sliding against her
... um, crease?"

   "Outer lips, her labia," I corrected.

   "Labia," Christian repeated.  "Anyway I was rubbing her and it really
felt good for both of us.  After a few minutes Bev just went crazy -
moaning and shaking.  I thought something was wrong."

   "You made your girlfriend cum," I explained.  "That's a very good
thing."

   Christian smiled and nodded.  "Bev didn't want to stop after that.  She
demanded that I keep rubbing against her... labia.  Bev was really slippery
after she....  um, came.  She was squirming so much while we rubbed
together.  One of the times I started rubbing my... cock up her... labia,
she squirmed the wrong way.  My cock caught in her... opening?" I nodded
that I understood.  Christian continued, "We stared at each other for a few
seconds.  It felt so warm and tight where my... cock was.  When Bev said,
`Do it!' I couldn't control myself.  I thrust hard into her while she
yanked on my backside."

   "So much for waiting until you're married," I said.

   "Yeah, so much for that," Christian said as he smiled ruefully.

   "Was your first time good for both of you?" I asked.

   "Yes, it was," Christian said.  "We started rocking together.  It felt
so great being inside Bev.  It was amazing."

   "You did pull out before you came, I hope." I asked.

   Christian shook his head no.  "It felt so good having my... cock inside
her.  She was moaning and begging me to keep going.  It all happened so
fast.  Bev had her legs wrapped around me and I couldn't get out in time. I
was the whole way in her when I squirted."

   "Oh!" I exclaimed.  I slumped a little.  "That's not good."

   "How much trouble are Bev and I in?" Christian asked.

   "I don't know," I asked.  "When was her last period?"

   "Umm... like two weeks ago, maybe less?" Christian replied.

   "Exactly when?" I asked.  "This could be critical."

   "I don't know exactly," Christian replied.  "Is two weeks a bad answer?"

   "Don't you remember anything from health class in high school?" I asked
sharply.

   "No!" Christian replied with alarm.  "I wasn't allowed to take the sex
part of health class.  Central required parental permission to participate.
Bev's parents and my parents refused to allow the teachers to indoctrinate
us that way.  They said teaching about sex was something the families had
to do."

   "What did your parents tell you about sex?" I asked.

   "Don't do it," Christian answered.

   "How has that worked out?" I asked.  Christian hung his head again. 
"Don't do that.  You need to deal with this." He looked back up at me. 
"Would it be all right if I had Kelly help us while we talk about this with
Bev?  It probably would help her to have another woman's perspective."

   "I guess," Christian answered.

   I called Kelly on my cell phone.  It turned out that Bev had sought out
Kelly at the same time to discuss last night's events.  The girls agreed to
join us in Christian's room to discuss things further.

   Kelly pulled GJ's chair over beside mine when the girls arrived.  Bev
sat down on Christian's bed beside her lover.  Christian put his arm around
her and gave her a kiss.  "I'm sorry honey.  I still love you"

   "I know you do," Bev replied before she gave Christian a kiss.

   "We need to figure out how much trouble the two of you are in," I said,
redirecting attention to the larger problem.  "When did your last period
start Bev?"

   "Um... Wednesday, the week before last," she answered.  Kelly already
had Christian's calendar in hand to do the calculations.

   "Eleven days ago?" Kelly asked after counting it backwards.  Bev nodded
yes.  "How far apart are your periods?"

   "Usually twenty-eight or twenty-nine days." Bev replied.

   "Is that bad?" Christian asked.

   "It's not the best," I answered while Kelly counted out the days.

   "Your next period is due on the 21st or the 22nd." Kelly explained.  Bev
nodded her agreement.  "That means you probably will ovulate Wednesday or
Thursday of this week."

   "Is that bad?" Christian asked again.

   "It's not the best," I answered.  "Your sperm will last three to five
days in Bev's body.  You had sex last night.  That will make it four or
five days from when you had sex until she is fertile.  That means..."

   Bev interrupted.  "Christian spent the night.  We did it again this
morning."

   "We didn't think it could hurt anymore if we did it again," Christian
added.  "I already squirted my juice in her."

   "OK," I said, shifting my thoughts.  "Your sperm will last three to five
days in her and she will be fertile in three or four days.  Do you see the
problem?"

   "Oh God!  I got you pregnant," Christian exclaimed.  He hugged her as he
pleaded, "Please forgive me.  I'm sorry, so sorry."

   "We were both there honey," Bev answered.  "I'm as much at fault as
anyone."

   "Don't jump to conclusions yet," I added.  "It's too soon to know if she
is going to get pregnant.  There are things you can do make sure that
doesn't happen."

   Christian and Bev looked at me expectantly.  I continued, "I think you
should go down to Ritnour immediately Bev.  They can get you the `morning
after' pill.  It should help."

   "Absolutely not!" Bev insisted.

   "We're fundamentally opposed to abortion," Christian added.  "We can't
us the abortion pill."

   "There has to be another way Kyle," Kelly added.

   "Do you two have a problem with birth control?" I asked.

   "No" The two answered together.

   "That is all the `morning after' pill is.  It is has the exact same
hormones as a regular birth control pill or ring." I explained nodding
towards Kelly.  "If by chance you have an egg ready right now and one of
Christian's sperm fertilized it, you are going to be pregnant.  Period! 
The `morning after' pill won't change anything.  It is simply a birth
control pill with a high dose of hormones that you use after sex to keep
you from becoming fertile this month."

   "What do you think honey?" Christian asked.

   "I want to have your children Christian, some day," Bev answered.  "But
not yet."

   "Go down to Ritnour and talk to one of the doctors," I suggested.  "He
or she will confirm what I told you."

   "I think it makes sense Christian" Bev said staring at her lover.  "What
do you think?"

   "I agree," Christian agreed.  "I couldn't face telling your dad that I
got you pregnant."

   "I'll call Ritnour now and find out if I can come down now," Bev said.

   "You might want to go downtown to one of the pharmacies for condoms
Christian," I suggested.  "I doubt this is the only time the two of you end
up in bed together."

   Christian smirked and replied, "You're probably right Kyle." He gave Bev
a hug.  "Last night was pretty special for me."

   "For me too... Lover," Bev answered.  The couple kissed while Kelly and
I wished them good luck and quietly exited the room to give them privacy.

   It was nearly 11:30, so Kelly and I headed over to brunch and hung out
until they opened the dining room.  We headed back to my room to read the
Sunday paper after brunch.  Christian and Bev stopped by later in the
afternoon to thank us for the help and to let us know how things went.

   The doctor Bev saw and gave her the `morning after' pill and reassured
her that things should be fine.  The timing was good and it was highly
unlikely that she would end up pregnant from this unplanned coupling.  The
doctor also discussed birth control options for her and suggested that she
should choose one now that she was sexually active.

   Christian had one more embarrassing question for me.  Near the end of
dinner he whispered to me, "How do you use a condom?  I don't know."

   I answered, "I'll show you back at my room." I thought about exactly how
I would demonstrate this as Coach Burton was speaking to the team about the
previous day's scrimmage.  I couldn't imagine me pulling out my cock,
getting hard and demonstrating that to Christian.  I certainly wasn't going
to roll a condom on him if he showed me his erection.  Fortunately the
buffet table rescued us from terminal embarrassment.  I grabbed a banana
off the fruit tray on the way out the door.

   The demonstration went well with the aid of the banana.  Christian was
properly educated about condoms and safe sex by the time he left that
evening.

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   Football practices changed for me the following week.  The coaches cut
back on my time working with the second string.  Anders and I split time
equally between weak side receiver and slot receiver with the first string
that week.

   Mr.  Lewis announced that the next backpacking trip was going to be in
the Bald Eagle State Forest the following weekend.  We spent Wednesday
night planning menus and hike routes.  Mr.  Lewis kept Christian and me in
mind.  Christian and I would have a two mile hike on a side trail to rejoin
the group before dinner and after our football scrimmage.

   Aaron and Tania finally selected a sport agent that week to represent
Aaron.  He choose and older gentleman from New York City by the name of Max
Solomon.  Aaron felt very comfortable putting his career in Max's hands.

   Damian kindly agreed to sack out at his friend Billy Robinson's dorm
room on Friday night so Kelly and I could have some privacy.  Kelly and I
reveled in the total intimacy as we shared with skin on skin contact with
each other.  We ended up making love three times before we were spent that
evening.

   I thought as I cuddled with my slumbering lover how great technology is.
I never felt the ring inside my lover.  We could have made love safely as
soon as she stopped bleeding, days after she inserted it - if we had free
time.  It sure beat waiting two months for birth control pills to become
effective.

   Kelly hurried off to her room to shower and get her pack before she,
Bev, Christian and I hiked over to Rec Hall to meet the backpacking bus. 
Christian and I ended up with our tent, a couple pots and a couple bags
with breakfast food to carry up the mountain that evening.

   The afternoon scrimmage went well for the offense.  I played nearly
every down for the Blue Team offense in the first half.  Anders and I spent
equal time in the slot and lined up on the weak side.  I caught six passes
including two touchdowns for Zack Hayes.  Blue was ahead 27-10 at halftime.

   I played on the White Team with Jay in the third quarter.  I worked
strictly at the weak side position.  As usual, Jay had to orchestrate a
comeback.

   I caught three more passes in the third quarter, including another
touchdown.  I was pleased in the fourth quarter when Damian went in as the
Blue tailback.  Colin continued handing the ball of to him.  Damian kept
plowing into the middle of the defensive line and shoving them backwards.
My roommate averaged five yards a carry.  That would cement his scholarship
offer and usefulness to our team.  I was proud of him.

   Jay wasn't able to pull off a comeback like the previous week. 
Christian and Tanner each caught fourth quarter touchdowns as the White
Team fell 33-31 to the Blue Team.

   Christian and I hurried our showers, dressed and headed off to catch our
backpacking class.  I parked my car at the Seven Mountains Boy Scout Camp
as directed by Mr.  Lewis.  The camp ranger wished us good hiking as we
walked out the back end of the camp for our group.  We caught up with
everyone a little before five pm, forty-five minutes after we started
hiking.

   Mr.  Lewis assigned Christian, Bev, Kelly and me to cook dinner.  Kelly
and Bev started things while Christian and I got our tent set up.  By six
o'clock we had a meal of pasta, sauce and delicious textured vegetable
protein ready to serve to our classmates.  Actually the meal was pretty
tasty.

   The weather had moderated dramatically in the two weeks since our last
hike.  The temperature hit sixty-two degrees in the afternoon.  It wasn't
supposed to drop below forty overnight.  This was excellent weather for the
middle of April.

   Mr.  Lewis reviewed the plans for the last backpacking trip after
dinner. We would have a three day hike on the Appalachian Trail east of
Harrisburg.  We would depart State College at 3:30 pm and do a three mile
climb up the mountain above Clarks Ferry on the Susquehanna River the first
night.  The second night we would stay near the Peter's Mountain shelter.
On Sunday morning we would hike down to the parking area below the DeHart
Reservoir where the bus would pick us up.  The total hike would be 17
miles.

   The class was totally responsible for planning the trip.  Mr.  Lewis
would supply whatever equipment and food we requested.  The group spent the
rest of the daylight we had discussing how we would organize the trip. 
They took my suggestion that we break the twenty of us into two crews for
hiking and operate semi-independently since our group was too large by low
impact camping standards.  I noticed Mr.  Lewis smile when I made that
suggestion.

   We split the class into two groups.  Each elected a leader when we were
together.  I ended up the leader for my group of ten.  Of course I made
sure I had Kelly, Christian and Bev with me too.  The other group elected a
former scout who had plenty of backpacking experience himself.  I didn't
worry about them at all.

   The sun set around a quarter to eight.  The group got the bear bag hung
and then headed to bed.  Mr.  Lewis promised we would be hitting the trail
early the next morning.

   Christian and I crawled in our little tent, stripped and got ready for
bed.  When we were snuggled inside our sleeping bags Christian commented,
"Thanks for helping Bev and me out last weekend Kyle."

   "No problem," I replied nonchalantly.  "That's what friends are for."

   "The doctor reassured Bev and me that the chances were something like
1-2% that she would end up pregnant from our mistake since she got the pill
so soon after we had sex."

   "That's about as safe as anything when you are dealing with sex. 
Abstinence is the only thing safer," I replied.

   "Yeah," Christian said chuckling.  "We're way past that now."

   "Have the two of you made love since last weekend?" I asked.

   "Since last weekend?" Christian replied.  He laughed.  "I need to go out
tomorrow and buy more condoms.  We've used almost the whole box this week."

   "Did you buy one of the small boxes with three?" I asked.

   "No, ten in the box," Christian explained.

   "You're still in the I-can't-get-enough-of-this phase, aren't you?" I
asked.

   "I guess," Christian admitted.  "Is eight times in one week a lot?"

   "Yes" I confirmed.

   "I can't believe I waited so long to start this," Christian commented.
"I love doing it.  I love how excited Bev gets.  This is the greatest thing
ever." He paused for a second.  "Kyle, how old were you when you had sex
the first time?"

   "Fourteen," I replied.

   Christian was quiet for a moment.  "I guess I wasted the last five years
for nothing.  I guess being a virgin in college is pretty weird."

   "Not really," I replied.  "Statistics show that one third of guys
graduating high school are virgins.  You're not that weird."

   "How did you end up doing it so young?" Christian asked.

   "My family has a history of being sexually precocious.  My parents, both
were fourteen their first times, Will - 14, me - 14, Andy - 13 and Liz -
14. That's my family - a horny bunch." I said.

   "Your little sister has had sex?" Christian asked.  "She's only in ninth
grade."

   "She was in eighth grade.  Her first time was over a year ago," I
explained.

   "I hope Jonathan and Sarah don't get themselves swept up in this."
Christian answered.  He was referring to his fifteen year old brother and
thirteen year old sister.

   "Talk with them when the semester is over," I suggested.  "Will was a
huge help to me."

   "I will, especially with Jon," Christian answered.  "I know he's curious
about sex.  We've talked before.  I'm afraid I wasn't much help then."

   "You'll be in a better position to help him now," I added.

   "I guess," Christian replied.  "I don't think I'm going to recommend
that he try this just yet.  Ninth grade is awfully young to be doing these
kinds of things." Christian chuckled.  "A week ago I couldn't imagine
myself doing these kinds of things.  Now it is all I think about."

   "Now you understand why I was such a pain in the ass last fall when we
roomed together," I said.  "I went from having sex almost as much as you
and Bev this week, every week, to not having any at all."

   "I don't know how you managed that Kyle."

   I chuckled and replied, "How I managed it?  Badly!" After a pause I
added, "I'm doing better with Kelly, I think."

   "You are," Christian confirmed.  "She's totally happy with you.  The
girls talk.  The two of you make a great couple."

   "No better than you and Bev." I answered.  The two of us drifted off to
sleep after that.

   Mr.  Lewis' seven am wake up call came much too soon.  The group dragged
themselves out of the tents, packed the gear and warmed hot water for our
oatmeal and hot chocolate.  We were ready to hit the trail at eight am.

   Our four and half mile hike took us down the valley to the Laurel Creek
Reservoir at the bottom of Seven Mountains.  We pulled into the parking
area and met the bus around 10:30 am.  The bus driver dropped Kelly and me
off at the scout camp on the way back to State College.

   I received an e-mail from Chip Brinton over the weekend.  He and three
friends were coming up to State College next weekend for the Blue and White
Game.  His parents consented to him renting a room for Saturday night so he
wouldn't have to drive home late after the game.

   He asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with him and his friends.  He
also asked about what sort of "entertainment" I'd recommend.  I knew Chip
was hinting at getting an invitation to Zack's post-game party.  After
clearing it with Zack I e-mailed Chip back to let him know my girlfriend
and I would be delighted to have dinner with him and that he and his
friends were welcome at Zack's party.

   Next weekend was going to be fun, if I survived the two term papers and
the EDTHP mid-term during the week.  I was looking forward to performing in
front of the Nittany Lions fans as we unveiled the latest version of the
Penn State spread offense.  Hopefully we could light up the score board and
entertain our fans.

   (To be continued)

   Chapter 17

   ==========

   The coaches worked us harder the final week of practice.  They wanted us
to put on a good show for the faithful fans and alumni on Saturday
afternoon.  We averaged 65,000-75,000 fans at the game the past few years.
We had team or position meetings every evening after dinner.  I barely had
time to finish my homework.  My time with Kelly was limited to eating
breakfasts and lunches together.

   Friday night after dinner the team met to review the plans for the game
and to select team captains.  No one was surprised when Zack Hayes was
selected to be one of the captains.  The other selections were much harder,
the team had so many deserving candidates.  We ended up choosing Evan
Foster, Jake Washington and Karol Zizka to assist Zack in leading our team.

   The team meeting didn't end until 8:30.  Kelly and I went downtown to
the Waffle Shop for a snack before bedtime.  I would have liked to have
spent some time alone with Kelly that evening so I could show her how much
I loved her.  Coach Burton gave us an eleven o'clock curfew and warned us
no booze and no sex that night.  I had to settle for making out with her a
little before I went back to my room.

   I shamelessly beat off after Damian turned the lights out that night. 
It brought me a little relief from my frustration.  I fell asleep after my
climax.

   Coach Burton set up the Blue and White game schedule just like a regular
season game.  We had a team breakfast at the Training Table at 8:30 then
everyone went over to the Lasch Building to prepare for the game in the
morning.  We returned to the Training Table as a group for an early lunch
and then went back to the Lasch Building locker room to suit up for the
game.  A bus hauled us over the stadium locker rooms to finish our
preparations.

   This week I was listed only on the Blue Team roster, so I left my white
jersey behind at the Lasch Building.  Jay Nicholson was decidedly UNHAPPY
about the arrangements.  He wanted to have me available for the White Team.
I reassured him that we would have our time together soon enough.

   The stadium was half full when we went out for warm ups.  I worked a
little with Zack and Colin as they prepared for the game.  I shagged some
kick-offs for Andy Perkins, our only kicker.  The coaches dressed him in a
red do-not-touch jersey since they didn't want him swapping jerseys every
couple minutes during the game.

   I spotted one of the `Kyle's Krazies' signs hanging in the student
section.  It wasn't the one that Kelly, Bev and friends hung.  I gave the
guys a wave to thank them for their support.  I spotted Kelly's sign a
couple minutes later hanging beside the `Christian's Crew' sign.  I went
over to talk with Kelly and her friends.  She tried to lean down far enough
to kiss me for good luck but couldn't.  We settled for blowing each other
kisses before I had to exit the field.

   The stadium was nearly full when the team returned to the field to begin
the game.  The announcer said the crowd was a new record, 79,589 Nittany
Lions faithful.  The weather was perfect for the game.  The temperature was
in the low sixties, there was a gentle wind from the northwest and the
skies were clear.  Zack confidently predicted that we would fill the air
with balls that day.

   I held my helmet upside down in my hands while the team stood along the
sidelines for the opening ceremony.  I stared down at the new piece of duct
tape I had placed in it a few weeks earlier boldly marked in black with the
number 82.  I said a silent prayer for my friend and fallen teammate, Greg
Harrison, and dedicated my game to his memory.

   The Blue Team won the coin toss and elected to receive the kickoff.  I
settled in back at the three yard line and waited for Andy's kick.  I
watched the ball as it flew to me.  I backed up a yard, let it settle into
my hands, scanned the field for would-be tacklers and then ran forward to
get behind my blocking wedge.  I was safely tucked in behind them when I
reached the twenty-five yard line.  I watched for an opening.  Damian
provided it for me with an excellent kick-out block on his man.  I cut
behind him and raced forward.  I got tangled up in traffic and was pulled
down near the forty-one yard line.

   The crowd cheered their approval of the play.  Thirty-nine yards on the
return - it was a good first effort.  I checked the sideline and saw Coach
Schroeder signal for a three receiver set, so I waited for the rest of the
offense to join me in the huddle.

   Coach Schroeder pulled a surprise on the first play.  The Blue Team had
started every scrimmage with a deep pass this spring.  Coach expected them
to blitz, which they had been doing with some success this spring.  Zack
had me line up at the weak side and Anders went in the slot.  The play was
a wide receiver screen to me.

   We correctly anticipated the blitz.  Angus Pitts back peddled to get
depth to make up for my speed.  The four linemen rocketed off the line of
scrimmage along with Karol Zizka.  Anders sprinted down the field on a post
route, drawing a couple deep defenders with him.  Zack faked a panicked
retreat from the blitz, turned and then coolly lobbed the ball over their
heads to me.

   I caught it, nestled it into my chest and scanned downfield.  Angus had
given me a twenty yard cushion in anticipation of the deep pass.  I
sprinted forward, gobbling up his generous offering of free yards.  I
lowered my shoulder when he set up for the tackle and just bowled over him.
Angus did slow me enough to allow Yasin Clark to come over and knock me
down before I could break loose again.  That was OK - I gained thirty-one
yards on the play.  I got up to the cheers of the crowd.

   We were satisfied to run a sweep and an off-tackle run on the next two
plays to move the ball up to the nineteen yard line.  The next play called
for me to go the corner of the end zone.  Zack fired the ball over the
middle to Anders when I was triple-covered.  Anders knocked over the first
tackler, dragged another a couple yards and was finally stopped at the five
yard line.  Zack pitched the ball out to Shawn O'Conner on the right on the
next play.  Shawn made the first linebacker miss and carried the ball into
the end zone for our first score.

   I glanced up at the clock, which read 13:55.  We went fifty-nine yards
in five plays in only sixty-five seconds.  Hopefully we would be this
productive when the games counted.  We congratulated each other as we left
the field to the cheers of the crowd.

   Andy Perkins booted the ball down the field to Tanner Riggs.  Tanner had
a decent return, to our twenty-nine yard line.  Glenn Korbel didn't have as
much luck with our defense.  The White offense made one first down before
they had to punt the ball back to us.

   I caught Mitch Jackson's punt at our sixteen yard line.  I managed to
dodge and slip by tacklers until I hit a wall of bodies at the thirty yard
line.  To my surprise, I stayed lined up on the weak side instead of the
slot.  Zack commanded another brilliant drive, spreading the defense out
and gobbling up yardage.  I capped the drive off with a catch in the corner
of the end zone for our second touchdown.

   The White offense went three plays and out.  Coach Ferguson had Jared
Cantrell take the next punt.  I lined up in the backfield beside him, ready
to help him if needed.  He judged the ball properly, so I watched for the
gunner I was to block as the two of us advanced up field.  I spotted David
McCall trying to squeeze between me and the blocking wedge.  I lowered my
shoulder and plowed into him as Jared ran by.  "Go get'em Jared," I called
as he ran up the field.  By the time David and I got up, Jared had been
tackled.  I glanced over at the yard markers.  Jared had gained ten yards
on his first punt return - not bad.  Playing special teams could be fun
even if you didn't have the ball.

   Coach C turned up the blitzing on the Blue offense on the next series.
We had to settle for shorter, quicker plays to keep possession of the ball.
Jake Washington and Trevor Conwell took particular glee at being able to
hit Zack after a month of Zack wearing a red jersey.  Our drive broke down
just before we reached the White Team's red zone.  Andy Perkins came in and
booted a field goal to put the Blue Team up 17-0 over the White just before
the first quarter ended.

   Coach Czerwinski surprised us when he sent Jay Nicholson out to start
the next drive.  Jay proceeded to demonstrate to the crowd what the team
had seen all spring.  He could play confidently and had full command of our
offense.  Christian, Tanner and Aidan Nagy were their go to guys.  Wyatt
Smith did a good job keeping our defense off-balance with his running.  Jay
moved his team straight down the field.  Christian turned Denzel Hunt
around with a fake on a twenty-five yard post route and caught the ball as
he ran into the end zone.  Andy Perkins booted the ball through to bring
the score to 17-7 Blue's favor.

   I was standing beside Zack when Coach Schroeder came over.  He asked
Zack, "What do you want to do?  Do you want to sit this quarter and play in
the third when you know the score or do you want to go head-to-head with
Nicholson?"

   "Let's give the crowd a real show," Zack suggested confidently.  "Let's
go head-to-head this quarter."

   "OK Hayes," Coach Schroeder said with a smile.  "You're the man.  Go get
them!"

   I accepted Andy Perkins' kickoff at our five yard line.  I followed my
blocking forward to the twenty and waited for a hole to open.  None did. 
Jared Cantrell missed on his block on the gunner, his roommate David
McCall. I dodged David's attempted tackle and sprinted into the hole he had
occupied.  One of his teammates had an angle to catch me, but I outran him.
Andy Perkins slid over and prepared to tackle me.

   I wondered to myself, `What now?' Normally I would lower my shoulder and
bowl over any kicker bold enough to try to tackle me.  Andy was wearing the
damn red shirt.  I couldn't do that.  I did a pirouette as Andy tried to
wrap me up and I slipped by him.  I sprinted down the field in high gear
for the end zone.  Shockingly, somebody knocked me over as I passed the
White twenty yard line.

   I hopped up sputtering.  How had anybody caught me?  I turned around and
saw it was David McCall.  My friends explained that David had been inches
from me the whole time from when I dodged Perkins until his desperation
lunge took me down.  I had to give David credit.  It was a hell of a play.

   Zack led the Blue starting offense back onto the field.  I stayed on the
weak side.  White double covered me and Anders.  Evan caught pass for ten
yards on a curl.  Hassan Jackson pulled in one on a nicely run out route on
the next play to put us at White's two yard line.  Coach Schroeder wasn't
interested in fancy now.  Shawn O'Conner ran off tackle over top of Trevor
Conwell to score our next touchdown.  Speed to the ball doesn't matter when
800 pounds of prime Big Ten blockers run over your position in front of the
ball carrier.  Andy Perkins booted the ball through to bring our lead back
to 24-7.

   Coach Adams, the White offensive coordinator, was up to matching
pyrotechnics with Zack and the Blue offense.  The two offenses exploded as
they marched the ball up and down the field.  Blue held a slim 41-38 lead
when the referee blew for the end of the first half.  We certainly had
entertained the crowd.

   Jay had actually managed to outscore Zack Hayes in the second quarter! I
saw how proud my buddy was as he led his team into the visitor's dressing
room for halftime.  He had reason to be proud.

   Zack lobbied hard to be allowed to play in the third quarter, but was
shot down.  Zack would have to stand by Coach Schroeder and signal plays
into Colin O'Shea in the second half.  I was surprised when I was told I
was going to continue at weak side receiver into the third quarter.  Jared
Cantrell was going to handle punts in the second half and Max Rosen would
take care of kickoffs.

   Tanner Riggs broke a couple tackles on the kick return to start the
second half.  He delivered the ball to his team on their thirty-five yard
line.  Coach Adams kept Christian in at strong side receiver and Tanner at
the slot.  I suppose the offensive fireworks in the second quarter inspired
Glenn Korbel.  He led his team down the field on his first sustained drive
in weeks.  Glenn didn't manage a touchdown - he had to settle for a long
Perkins field goal to tie the score at 41-41.

   Colin led us onto the field.  Max Rosen took the spot at strong side
receiver, Alex Majerowicz in the slot, me on the weak side and Jabril Sloan
at tight end provided Colin with his receiving targets.  Colin didn't have
a rifle arm like Zack or Jay.  Coach Schroeder called more conservative
plays.  We ran shorter routes requiring guile and precision.  Colin managed
to patch together a drive using a lot of running by Damian mixed with a few
passes to the wide outs.  It took us thirteen plays and almost nine
minutes, but Colin hit me for a touchdown in the corner of the end zone. 
Andy Perkins' extra point brought the score to 48-41 Blue's favor.

   Blue and White sparred inconclusively through the rest of the third
quarter.  The real test would come in the fourth quarter when Jay ran the
White offense again.  Coach Keller and Coach Schneider, the defensive
coaches for the Blue Team had a couple tricks ready for Jay.

   They let him move the ball a little before they baited him into throwing
an interception in a defensive formation I'd never even seen before.  I had
studied the playbook enough to know it wasn't in there.  Where ever it came
from, it worked.  I saw Jay across the field livid at falling for the
trick.

   Blue took over the ball on our own twenty seven yard line.  Alex
Majerowicz took my weak side position and Wes Kennedy went in at fullback.
Colin handed the ball of repeatedly to Damian, who bulled ahead for three
or four yards on each carry.  Twelve runs and two short passes burned off
most of the time left in the quarter and carried the ball to White's
twenty-seven yard line.  White finally got Damian stopped when they called
a run blitz on the third down and three play.  Andy Perkins went out to try
a forty-four yard field goal.  Andy missed when he hooked the ball.

   I was watching the proceedings, assuming I was finished for the day. 
Coach Keller grabbed me.  "Martin, I just got a call from Coach Burton.  He
wants you in for Nicholson's two minute drive."

   "Over there?" I asked, pointing across the field.  "I don't have a white
jersey.  I was told I was playing strictly..."

   Coach Keller waved my objections off and pointed across the field. 
"Coach Burton wants you on that team with Nicholson, NOW!  Beg, borrow or
steal a white jersey.  I don't care.  Get going!"

   "OK" I answered obediently as I trotted across the field to the White
sideline.  I scanned their, umm... our sideline for someone to donate a
jersey to me.  The other receivers and tight ends were shorter than me. 
I'd need a tall person's jersey.  I scanned the linebackers and linemen. 
Their jerseys would be long enough to reach my waist, but they were so much
bigger than I was.  I'd drown in one of their jerseys.

   Finally I spotted Trevor Conwell.  I knew he was done for the day.  I
tapped him on the shoulder as I pulled my jersey off.  "Trevor, give me
your jersey."

   "What?" my friend demanded.

   "Coach Burton wants me to play for White now.  I need a jersey.  Please
give me yours.  I'm supposed to be on the field now."

   "What ever," Trevor said.  He pulled off his jersey and handed it to me.
"Remember it isn't an eligible number Kyle," as I raced over to Coach
Adams, dressing as I ran.

   Coach Adams smiled when he saw me coming.  "Get in at weak side Kyle. 
Jay will give you the play at the line."

   I ran onto the field as I tucked in my shirt.  I stopped to check in
with the ref as an eligible receiver wearing an ineligible number before I
advanced to the line of scrimmage.  The ref understood my jersey problem
and told me I didn't need to report after every play since this was only a
scrimmage.

   Jay gave me a big grin when he spotted me.  He called an audible to
change the play.  I heard the stadium announcer report, "Last minute
substitution, number 98." There was a pause while he searched the roster to
find out which receiver had a 98 jersey.  Finally he added, "Trevor
Conwell, is lining up at wide receiver."

   Jay had spotted the mismatch.  I was lined up against GJ DeLuca.  GJ is
a good cornerback, but he doesn't have the foot speed to cover me deep.

   GJ stared across the line at me and asked, "Kyle, aren't you on my
team?"

   "Not anymore," I answered.  GJ frantically called for adjustments to the
defense as the ball was snapped to Jay.

   I raced down the field past GJ.  Twenty-five yards downfield I turned to
the sideline.  Jay delivered the ball into my upraised hands perfectly.  I
pulled the ball down to my body and scanned the field to my right looking
for tacklers.  Tyler Madden had reacted to GJ's warning and was barreling
towards me.  I tried to dodge as he went for the tackle, but I couldn't
slip past him.  He crunched into me and sent both of us flying into a hard
landing on the Beaver Stadium turf.

   The speakers blared, "Number 98 - thirty-one yard gain for a first
down," as Tyler helped me up off the ground.

   "Nice catch Kyle," Tyler said.

   "Thanks," I answered.  "That was a good tackle."

   The announcer continued talking as Tyler and I trotted to our respective
huddles.  "I just have word, wide receiver Kyle Martin is wearing number
98." After a pause he added, "There has to be an interesting story behind
that one folks, but I don't know what it is."

   Jay gave me a slap on the back when I reached the huddle.  "Nice to have
you with us Kyle.  Good work!"

   Jay turned his attention to the rest of the huddle and announced, "We're
the second and third string gentlemen.  Those SOBs across the field don't
expect anything of us.  We're also the future of the Lions' team."

   Jay paused and clapped his hands.  "The FUTURE is NOW!  We have
forty-eight yards to go to tie this game.  Let make sure those bastards
know we're after their jobs." Jay called the next play.  We broke the
huddle sharing some of Jay's fire.

   The play was supposed to be another play to me to exploit my speed
mismatch with GJ.  Coach Keller had already adjusted.  David McCall lined
up across from me.  Josh Bruno slipped over to help David cover the short
pass as the ball was snapped.  David shadowed me while Josh stayed between
us and Jay.  When I was ten yards downfield Tyler Madden came up to help
David deep.

   Jay correctly saw the triple coverage and fired the ball to the other
side of the field to Christian.  Christian caught the ball and was shoved
out of bounds ten yards downfield from the line of scrimmage.

   The Blue Team continued triple covering me and using single coverage on
the other receivers.  Jay fired the ball to Jabari on the next play as he
crossed the middle of the field for a twelve yard gain.  Pressure on the
next play forced Jay to dump off the ball to Wyatt in the backfield.  Wyatt
gained a couple yards before Brendan Hayden clobbered him.

   Tanner and I swapped position on the next play.  He lined up on the
outside left of our line.  I lined up in the slot between him and our left
tackle.  I went in motion as Jay faked an audible call to change the play.
He yelled "HUT!" just after I stopped in the slot between our tight end and
Christian on the strong side of the field.  Christian ran a post route
while I ran an out, our routes crossing each other and tangling up the
defenders trying to cover each of us.  Jay fired the ball to me seven yards
down the field.  Tyler Madden shoved me hard out of bounds.

   The time had run down to 42 seconds.  The ball was on Blue's seventeen
yard line and it was third down with a little less than a yard to go.  Jay
lined us up in our conventional three receiver set and sent us downfield on
the next play.  We were decoys to draw defenders away from the point of
attack.  The offensive line and Jabari, our tight end, surged forward and
let Jay quarterback sneak the ball for a yard and a half.  Jay coolly
called a time out and trotted over to confer with Coach Adams.

   We had thirty-seven seconds and at least four plays to cover the last
fifteen yards to the goal line.  We tried a lob into the corner of the end
zone to me on the next play.  The defense collapsed five guys into my
corner.  Jay lobbed the ball to me anyway, extremely high.  I managed to
catch it, but couldn't get a foot down in the end zone - ball incomplete.

   We had thirty-two seconds left.  On the next play I decoyed the
defenders into the corner of the end zone while Tanner ran an out route
underneath me.  He picked up six yards before Josh Bruno tackled him in
bounds.  Jay called our last time out.

   On the following play the coaches had me run a route along the back of
the end zone while Jabari, Tanner and Christian ran along the goal line,
all of us looking for a brief opening in the defense.  Jay spotted Tanner
first and fired the ball into his gut on the one yard line.  Tanner leaned
back and tried to back into the end zone as the defenders converged on him.
He squirmed and struggled, some how managing to slip between a couple
defenders and drop into the end zone, the ball barely crossing the plane.

   TOUCHDOWN!  My White teammates and I mobbed Tanner, celebrating our
score.  We trotted off the field to the thunderous cheers of 79,000 Lions
fans.  Coach `C' was waving on the field goal unit as we approached the
sideline.  Jay went ballistic when he saw this.

   He ran for the coach waving two fingers over his head.  "We got to go
for two points.  We can do it coach!" The rest of us crowded around Coach
`C' and Coach Adams helping Jay plead our case.

   "Give up a sure tie for slim chance at a win?" Coach `C' questioned
skeptically.  "You guys tying the first string is excellent work."

   "Coach, we deserve a shot at a win," Jay insisted.  "This is just a
scrimmage.  Let's give the crowd a good show.  We can win this thing!"

   "A win would be sweet," Coach `C' admitted.  "I'd enjoy teasing John
[Coach Schroeder, lead coach for the Blue Team] about that," he muttered.
Addressing the entire group, Coach `C' announced, "This is going to take
your utmost effort.  Can you do that for me?"

   We answered him with a chorus of yeses.

   Coach Adams checked the play chart and told Jay what he wanted.

   Jay huddled us at the fifteen yard line and said, "It's your ball Wyatt.
Take us home." Jay called the play.  "Stick it to them guys.  Break on
three.  1... 2... 3..."

   In unison we shouted "BREAK!" and took our positions on the line of
scrimmage.  Greg Nowicki snapped the ball to Jay.  Christian, Tanner,
Jabari and I spread our selves across the end zone, feeling for an opening
spot.  Jay dropped back three steps and faked a hand off to Wyatt as he
dove into the center of the line.  Jay paused a moment to scan the end zone
and then shovel passed the ball forward to Wyatt at the two yard line.

   We had faked the run into the middle of the line on the last four plays.
We expected the linebackers would ignore Wyatt's fake and drop back into
coverage.  Unfortunately Josh Bruno, Tony Kennedy and Brendan Hayden knew
our playbook as well as us.  They hadn't bought the fake and were waiting
for Wyatt.  They converged on him and slammed him to the ground at the one
yard line.  That quick the play was over and our opportunity evaporated.

   The Blue defenders, after being back on their heels for the whole drive,
could celebrate.  Celebrate they did.  The crowd cheered wildly with them.
The crowd was non-partisan between the Blue and the White teams, they
simply cheered great plays by anyone.

   Word came down from Coach Burton to let the last few seconds on the
clock wind down.  Our scrimmage was done.  The two teams milled around
together in the center of the field, soaking in the party atmosphere and
congratulating each other.  We had put on a great show for our fans.

   Reporters and camera crews were wandering the field doing interviews
with players and coaches.  Channel 8's Mr.  Steele located me and did a
short interview.  He quizzed me about my number changes from 85 last fall
to 87 for the first fifty-eight minutes of the game to 98 for the end.  We
had a good laugh at the story.

   The two teams headed to the dressing rooms.  I followed the White Team
members to the visitor's locker room.  I swapped Trevor his white jersey
for my blue one and headed back to the home locker room to drop off my pads
and other gear.  The bus took us back to the Lasch Building to change and
shower.

   Coach Burton called for the team's attention just after I got out of the
shower.  "The Athletic Department PR staff would like the following players
at the main team meeting room in fifteen minutes for the post-game press
conference: Hayes, Nicholson, O'Conner, Foster, Thompson, Martin,
Washington, Conwell, Zizka, Bruno, and Madden.  That's in fifteen minutes
gentlemen.  Don't be late."
I gave Damian a big thumbs-up as I passed him on the way to my locker.
He had a grin that went from ear to ear.  Jay was bouncing around at his
locker, talking a mile a minute.  I wasn't sure if he was more jazzed from

being invited to the press conference or from his performance on the field.

   The eleven of us filed into the meeting room and took seats at the long
front table on the stage.  Zack and Jay sat to the left of Coach Burton. 
The rest of us spread out along the table from there.  Damian and Trevor
sat on either side of me.

   Coach Burton praised the team's efforts that day.  He announced the team
captains we had selected the previous evening.  The press asked a lot of
questions about our defense, or lack of defense, that afternoon.

   Coach Burton explained, "I didn't expect our defense to be as far along
as our offense this spring.  We lost half the defensive line, two thirds of
the linebackers and a key defensive back from last year's team.  Of course
it is going to take the new people time to get used to working together. 
The offense on the other hand is returning nine of the eleven starters. 
Last year's starting receivers were being pushed for their starting spots
by our current starters at the end of the last season."

   I noticed Coach Burton glance my direction and smile when he said it. 
What did that mean?  Anders and Hassan were excellent.  Certainly I wasn't
going to take one of their spots.

   Coach Burton continued on, "I expected our offense to be sharp this
spring and they were.  The defense needs more work together, but they will
be strong next season.  I am confident of that."

   The reporter quizzed Zack about his chances of winning the Heisman
Trophy the next season.  He was non-committal about his prospects.  I knew
he actually really wanted to win it.

   Eventually the reporters asked me about how I came to be wearing a white
98 jersey at the end of the game.  I related the story briefly with
assistance from Trevor about how I found myself on the field for the last
drive.

   Mr.  Montgomery, the Lancaster evening newspaper asked, "You looked
pretty spectacular on that last drive Kyle.  Do you think you were the key
to the final touchdown?"

   "I don't know if I did anything all that special," I replied.  "The
defense wasn't expecting me on the first play when I got all the yards. 
After that, they covered me real well.  I only made two catches so I don't
think I was the key to the last drive."

   Mr.  Montgomery tried to follow-up on my answer but Jay interrupted. 
"Kyle is being too modest," Jay explained.  "His two catches made us over
half the yards we needed to score.  Beside, his presence on the field
changed the whole equation for the defense.  The rest of the field opened
up for me when Kyle was playing.  I'm looking forward to the day when the
two of us both start for our team.  We're going to have some fun then!"

   This led the reporters to question Jay more about the final drive and
the decision to go for two points at the end of the game.  One reporter
asked what went wrong on the two point conversion.

   Jay explained, "The play would have worked if it hadn't been for
brilliant play by Josh..." He gestured down the table to our friend. 
"...Brendan and Tony.  They played it perfectly."

   The reporter followed up, "Would you make that call again?"

   "Hell yes!" Jay replied.  "I wouldn't hesitate.  I'll always believe we
can get three yards with our offense."

   The questioning turned to the defense.  Jake Washington and Karol Zizka
patiently talked about the challenges of defending against Zack and the
Blue offense.  Josh Bruno took a couple very complimentary questions from
reporters.  Coach Burton concluded the press conference after half an hour.

   Trevor and I hurried out to the lobby.  We were fifteen minutes late
meeting Chip Brinton and his friends.  They were patiently waiting for us,
talking with Christian, Bev and Kelly.

   Trevor greeted his former classmates warmly.  Chip introduced his
friends to me.  Chip was accompanied by Austin Dilworth, Adam Nields and
Christopher Taylor this weekend.  Chip invited Christian and Bev to join us
for dinner.

   As our group left the Lasch Building, Trevor asked, "Where do we want to
go for dinner tonight?  I need to meet my date, so I'll meet you there."

   Everyone agreed on pizza after a few minutes of discussion.  Trevor
would meet us at Hi-Way Pizza as soon as he picked up his date.  There was
one other important piece of business that I had to take care of.

   I asked, "What grade are you guys in?"

   Austin explained that he was a senior.  Adam and Chris said they were
juniors.  Directing my question to Adam and Chris, I asked, "Do you guys
play football?" They grinned and nodded affirmatively.  "Do you hope to
play college football?"

   "Absolutely," Chris answered cheerfully.

   "Of course," Adam added.  "I want to come here if I can."

   "Stop!" I declared.  "I'm considered a representative of the Nittany
Lions.  You're juniors and we can't discuss recruiting in any way, shape or
form.  I don't want to get myself, this school or you guys in trouble with
NCAA recruiting violations." Adam and Chris nodded their understanding. 
"I'll talk about today's game, my football season, your football season and
the inglorious way your season ended." I gave them a sly grin and a wink
with the last part.

   Adam eyed me suspiciously and asked, "You're not a damn Wolverine, are
you?"

   "Ex-Wolverine," I said.  "I was watching in the stands last December
when my guys took you guys down.  I think it was a just payback for your
team ruining my final season in high school the year before."

   Chip, Adam and Chris accepted my reasoning.  That settled, we headed
downtown.  Kelly and I, holding hands, led the way through the post-game
crowds.  Chip, Austin, Adam and Chris followed us.  Christian and Bev, also
holding hands, took up the rear.

   It took quite awhile to get a table at Hi-Way Pizza.  Trevor and his
date, Heather Good, joined us before we were able to place an order.  We
talked and got to know each other better in the mean time.

   I found out that Austin, the tall, muscular kid, was from Pocopson, a
little whistle stop station on an abandoned rail line along the Brandywine
River, southwest of West Chester.  Austin was an excellent soccer player.
He had signed a letter of intent this spring to attend Penn State in the
fall and play for our soccer team.  Austin was Chip's best friend.

   Adam's 5'-11" height, crew cut, wire rimmed glasses and slight build
gave him the appearance of being bookish and mousy.  His fiery temperament
belied that first impression.  Adam played wide receiver for the
Unionville-Chadds Ford Indians.  He made a point of reminding me that their
school wasn't in the Unionville School District the way I mentioned.  He
was from Chadds Ford.  He told me his house was right along the Brandywine
River and he could see the river from his bedroom.

   Chris was the quiet, thoughtful person in the group.  He played tight
end for the Indians and also wrestled in the winter.  Chris wasn't anyone
you wanted mad at you.  He looked like he could take you apart if he was
provoked enough.  Chris' family lived outside of Kennett Square.

   The group rehashed the game that afternoon.  Chip made some good
observations about what he had seen.  I was pleased to see that.  The
better Chip understood football, the easier it would be for him to learn
our offense next fall.

   Trevor regaled the group with tales of my conversion to linebacker in
the winter and the various pranks and tricks I had pulled to pay back my
tormentors.  They particularly enjoyed hearing how my rumor about Aaron
Morano had ended up on ESPN.

   We took our time over the meal.  Eventually we had our fill of pizza,
mozzarella sticks and sodas.  Christian and Bev headed for the movie
theater to catch a movie.  The rest of us went back to Zack's apartment for
the party.

   Leigh Ann Bowman answered the door and invited us into Zack's apartment.
I introduced Chip and his friends to Zack, Evan, Aaron, Tania and Jake. 
The guys found seats and relaxed.  Kelly and I helped Zack and Leigh Ann
with the final preparations for the party.

   I was in the kitchen helping Zack unload the cases of beer when he gave
me my orders for the evening.  He asked, "Have you given the kiddies in the
living room directions about appropriate behavior this evening?"

   "Not yet," I replied.  "I'll take care of that Zack."

   "You better," Zack added, "They're here at your instigation.  You're
responsible for them."

   "I'll take care of it right now," I promised.  I went back out the
living room and asked the four guys to come upstairs to the hallway at the
top of the steps.

   "OK, guys," I said.  "Zack Hayes, our host, wanted me to make sure you
guys understood the ground rules for the party.  We keep things low key and
mellow tonight.  No one will say anything if you want a beer.  Moderation
is the word for this evening.  DON'T get drunk." I stared directly at Chip
when I mentioned this part.  He squirmed under my gaze.  "These are Zack's
rules.  If you can't abide by them, you can leave now.  Does everyone
understand?"

   All three nodded that they did.  "Good," I said smiling.  "I'm glad
that's settled."

   "Do you think there's a chance of us getting screwed tonight?" Adam
asked.  "Chip's been telling us he nailed a chick both times he came to
these kinds of parties.  Is it true or is he bullshitting us?"

   "I did fuck her," Chip insisted.

   "There was a girl who took Chip to bed with her both visits," I
admitted. The other three guys smiled knowingly.  "Don't get your hopes up.
It was the same girl both times and she hasn't been around the parties for
a couple months.  Odds are slim that you'll find a college girl that wants
to hook up with a sixteen year old."

   "I'm seventeen," Adam protested.  I stared at him.  "Well... I will be
in two weeks."

   "Have fun tonight but keep it mellow," I said.  The four guys agreed. 
We went downstairs.  All four of them went straight to the kitchen for
beer.

   I found Kelly talking with Leigh Ann and Tania in the living room.  I
headed to the kitchen for drinks for my girl and her friends.  I ran into
Zack and Aaron there, on the same mission as me.  The three of us carried
six beers out and joined the girls.  We sat and talked as the partiers
arrived.

   Chip sought out Jay when he arrived.  The two of them found a corner and
soon were engrossed in exchanging information about quarterbacking and the
game.  Austin hung with his friend.  Adam and Chris mixed a little with the
other players.  They seemed to be behaving themselves.  I saw them get a
second beer later in the evening and settle down to talk with Evan and
Dermot McMillan.

   Jay, Chip and Austin finished their conversation and started mingling
with the other guests.  Jay was prowling in search for the evening's babe
to take to bed.  Chip and Austin flirted with the girls at the party too,
hoping to get lucky.  They would be extremely lucky to convince one of the
girls here to go to bed with a high school kid.

   Kelly diverted my attention to her, not that I minded.  We cuddled and
started out kissing.  We heated up quickly, making out and preparing
ourselves for night of love making we had been looking forward to all week.
I scanned the room for our host while Kelly sat on my lap rocking on top of
my erection.

   I spotted Zack and Leigh Ann across the room, talking with Chip and...
"Shit!" I blurted out.

   "What honey?" Kelly asked quickly.

   Chip was with Kimberly Frey, my old bed partner from the fall.  Chip's
arm was around her waist and resting on her ass.  There was no doubt what
their intent was - loose their clothes and jump each other - as soon as
possible.  Zack waved his hand to the stairs and smiled.

   Chip and Kimberly headed for the steps, closely followed by Chip's
friend Austin.  Kelly commented, "Your friend seems to have a way with
women."

   "Yeah," I conceded.  "He does."

   As the two of us watched, Kimberly reached out to Austin, who was
hovering nearby, and pulled him to her body.  Kimberly embraced Austin with
one arm and kissed him, full on the lips.  Kelly and I, and any other
voyeurs, could see Kimberly press her tongue into Austin's mouth deep
enough to check his tonsils.

   "Oh my..." Kelly gasped.  Chip, Kimberly and Austin ascended the stairs.
Chip on the left with his arm around Kimberly and his hand resting on her
ass, Kimberly in the middle with her arm over Austin's shoulders and
Austin, his hand resting on the small of Kimberly's back.  We could see
three heads go in Zack's bedroom door from our vantage point in the living
room.

   "...God!" Kelly gasped as they shut the door behind them.  "They're
not..."

   "I think they are," I whispered to her.

   "A threesome!" Kelly said.  "I thought that was only something in
Penthouse letters and X rated movies."

   "It does happen in real life," I said quietly.

   Kelly stared at me.  "You've done this, haven't you?" I hung my head. 
This wasn't a subject I really wanted to talk about with Kelly.  Finally I
nodded yes.  "Does this embarrass you?"

   "It wasn't my idea when I did it," I explained.  "My partners suggested
it and I went along.  I didn't talk about it before because I didn't want
you to think I'm some sort of sex addict or freak."

   "I wouldn't think that honey," Kelly said.  She gave me a kiss.  "It's
just that I never thought things like this really happen."

   "Do you still want to find a room?" I asked.

   "Hell yes!" She answered, grinding her bottom on my still hard erection.
We spotted Aaron and Tania.  Aaron generously offered us use of his
bedroom. Kelly and I headed upstairs quickly.  We slammed and locked the
door behind us.

   Kelly had her clothes off almost instantly.  She unbuttoned and pulled
down my pants and boxers while I removed my shirt.  Kelly pulled me on top
of her as she fell back on Aaron's bed.  We rubbed our naked bodies
together as we kissed and caressed each other.

   Aaron and Zack had their beds against the common wall their rooms
shared. Kelly and I could hear Chip, Austin and Kimberly's moans and
giggles next door through the thin wall that separated us.  The sounds
seemed to excite my lover.

   We only needed a couple minutes to heat up to the point we wanted
pleasure each other orally.  Kelly twisted around and straddled me.  She
did her best to shallow my cock while I licked and fingered her furiously.
Between the sounds next door and my fingers and tongue, I brought Kelly to
climax in a few minutes.

   After a few moments to recover, Kelly went to work on my cock.  Her
technique had improved dramatically in the two months we had been making
love to each other.  I was nearing climax when we heard,
"ooooOOOOoooohhHHHHHHhhhh... Fuck!" though the wall.  I couldn't tell if it
was Chip's baritone or Austin's slightly higher pitched voice.

   This excited Kelly, who attacked my primed and ready to explode cock.  A
few more seconds of licking and she tried to swallow my whole cock.  I
groaned and spurted the first deposit of the week's worth of sperm I had
saved for tonight.

   "Oooohhhh....  Oooohhh... SHIT!" came through the wall.  The groans
announced that the recipient of the blowjob next door was cuming too. 
"Fuck yeah!" Chip declared fifteen seconds later.  "You give the best head
Kim."

   Kelly switched around and cuddled up beside me while I recovered.  Kelly
rubbed my stomach and chest and then started kissing me.  I didn't need
much coaxing to respond.  Kelly rolled on top of me and continued kissing
me while she rubbed her womanhood against my cock.  I was hard in a couple
minutes.  I stayed on my back and let Kelly mount me when I was ready.

   We made love overhearing the continuing sexual marathon next door.  It
seemed to inflame Kelly.  She rode me a couple minutes when we heard the
next act next door unfold.

   We overhead Chip tell Kimberly, "Climb on top sweetie."

   "Mmmmm....  you're nice and big Chip." Kimberly replied.  The talking in
their room stopped.  We could hear the sound of two bodies slapping
together while Kelly continued riding my rod.

   Kelly's rhythm nearly matched the slapping of Kim into Chip.  After
thirty seconds Chip asked, "Kim, are you ready for Austin too?"

   Kim must have answered non-verbally.  Chip directed, "Lean down against
my body Kim." After a short pause he added, "Austin is going to put it in
now.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes," Kim answered.  She immediately let out a loud groan.  "Easy!" Kim
protested.  "Stick it in and don't hurry."

   Kelly's eyes went wide as she heard the two guys screwing Kimberly at
once.

   Austin's tenor voice could be heard.  "Sorry.  I'll take it slow Kim."
Kim let out another groan, this time of pleasure.  We could hear all three
of them panting and giggling as they shared themselves with each other.

   Kelly whispered to me, "Is she screwing both of them at the same time?"

   I whispered back, "That's the idea of a threesome."

   "How does she fit two cocks in her vagina?" Kelly asked.  "I am
stretched just with yours."

   "I assume one of them is in her pussy and the other is in her ass."

   "In her ass?" Kelly asked wide eyed.  "That's got to hurt."

   "Not necessarily," I explained.  "If you take it slow and use lots of
lube, it's good."

   "One of your previous girlfriends liked that?" Kelly asked.

   "Actually," I explained.  "Both of them liked it."

   "I shouldn't be surprised by you anymore I guess," Kelly said.  "I knew
I had an experienced boyfriend." I teased her clitoris to redirect her
attention to our own lovemaking instead of the sex play next door.

   My teasing brought Kelly to an orgasm.  She continued bouncing on my big
cock.  Loud moans, groans and thrashing around next door announced when
first Austin and then Chip and Kimberly came.

   Kelly continued to ride my rod.  When the good feelings started to surge
up from my balls, I teased Kelly's clit in hopes of coaxing her to climax
with me.  I didn't last long.  I blasted a dose of semen into Kelly's womb.
This pushed my lover over the edge and she came hard.  She collapsed on my
chest.  We cuddled and exchanged kisses while we recovered from our
exertions.

   Kelly was sprawled on top of me.  She hugged me, stared into my eyes and
asked, "Do you want to do a threesome again some time?"

   "Again?" I asked.  I could see the curiosity in her face.  There was
another emotion there too, but I couldn't read it.  "The girls instigated
the threesomes both times.  I don't have any need to repeat them." Kelly's
face lit up when I said that.

   "I wasn't sure if I could do that Kyle," Kelly explained.  She gave me a
kiss.  "I don't know if I could let two guys have sex with me at the same
time."

   "Good," I agreed.  "I have no desire to share you with another guy."

   We exchanged kisses.  This interested my cock, which responded by
getting hard.  My hard pole trapped between Kelly and me, got her excited
again.  We made love a second time in Aaron's bed, missionary style.  Mid
coupling we heard Jay Nicholson and his girlfriend de jour get started next
door.  We completed our lovemaking session to the sounds of Jay eating his
girl's pussy.

   Kelly and I cleaned ourselves up and straightened out Aaron's sheets and
then headed downstairs to rejoin the party.  Chip and Austin were at the
front door of Zack's apartment with Kimberly.  She had a sweatshirt on and
appeared to be ready to leave the party.  She gave Austin a hug and kiss.

   We overheard Kimberly say, "I had fun tonight Big Guy.  See you in the
fall."

   She turned and gave Chip a hug.  "Hurry up and finish high school
Chipper," Kimberly said before she gave him a kiss.  "I want to see you
guys next semester."

   "I'm looking forward to it Kim," Chip replied.  He gave her a pretty
passionate kiss before she left.

   Kelly and I headed for the kitchen for another beer before we called it
a night.  Chip and Austin followed us into the kitchen and grabbed bottles
of beer too.

   Chip gave me a wink and nudged me in the ribs.  "You guys were next
door, weren't you?" Chip said knowingly.  "Kyle's kind of noisy in bed,
I've heard."

   Poor Kelly blushed.  "Us noisy?" I teased.  "You guys sounded like you
were coming through the wall a couple times.  I guess you guys enjoyed your
visit?"

   "Hell yeah!" Austin declared.

   "Oh yeah," Chip added.  "I don't know how I'm going to put in
thirty-three more days in high school.  I need to get the FUCK out of
there."

   "Patience," I replied.  "Your time will come soon.  Relax and enjoy the
rest of high school.  College is set, you can go on cruise control the rest
of the year." I chuckled evilly.  "You have no idea what you're in for next
fall."

   I went on to explain about the amount of work Chip and Austin would need
to do to get decent grades in college.  Kelly confirmed my story.  I went
on to explain exactly how much time Chip would spend on football each week
on top of his studies.  I think Chip went away with more appreciation for
his remaining time in high school before he immersed himself in the rigors
of Big Ten football and college level classes.

   The four of us went back to the living room to find Adam and Chris.  We
found both kids passed out on the couch.  Thankfully, they were suffering
from the effects of getting up too early in the morning to arrive at the
game, not from the effects of too much alcohol.

   Kelly and I promised to keep an eye on them while Chip and Austin made
the long walk to get Chip's car from the game parking lot on the far side
of Beaver Stadium.  Kelly and I helped Chip and Austin load the sleepy, but
sober teens in the back of Mr.  Brinton's mini-van.  It was after midnight,
so Kelly and I headed back to our dorms.  It had been a great day for me. I
enjoyed seeing my friend and future teammate.  I went to bed happy, but
very tired early that morning.

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   My amount of studying went up after the Blue and White Game. 
Thankfully, my time commitment to football went down at the same time.  I
still needed to do my daily workouts and put some time in studying film,
but not nearly as much as the previous month.  I enjoyed being able to eat
dinner with Kelly along with Christian and Bev and our other friends.

   Josh Bruno, Chelsea Walters, Tara Rhodes, Chad King and I agreed to meet
Tuesdays and Thursdays after dinner to study for our EDTHP final the
remainder of the semester.  All of us needed to do well on the final.  The
College of Education required us to keep a strong grade point average
overall and also in our major.  If we didn't maintain the average, the
college would kick us out of our major.  We felt we had a better chance at
staying in the major if we worked together.

   We did our menu planning Wednesday evening at the backpacking class.  My
group did Friday dinner through Saturday lunch.  Adam Barrett's group
planned the remainder of the meals for the trip.  I had Christian and Bev
sit down with half our group and review the maps and route for the trip. 
Kelly and I along with the remaining three in our group made a list of all
equipment we would need for the trip.

   Jen spent Wednesday night at the library to finish research for a term
paper she had to finish by the weekend.  Kelly and I took full advantage of
the empty dorm room and made love - twice.  We were dressed again and
looking decent when Jen came back just after the Pattee Library closed in
the evening.

   Kelly and I went shopping Friday after dinner.  We had volunteered to
help Zack, Evan and Jake throw the NFL Draft Bash in Aaron's honor on
Saturday.  We planned to have a buffet table filled with food for the
guests throughout the afternoon and evening as we watched and waited for
our teammates to be selected.

   Aaron was a basket case by that evening.  Zack sent him and Tania out to
dinner with Mr.  and Mrs.  Morano.  Aaron's parents promised to keep the
kids busy until bedtime, so they didn't dwell on all the draft rumors and
analyses on-line, on ESPN and on the NFL Network.

   Evan and Jake were sent out for booze.  Kelly, Leigh Ann and I did prep
work in the kitchen while Zack cleaned the apartment more thoroughly than
it had been cleaned any time this year.  We knew the Harrisburg and
probably the Wilkes Barre TV stations planned to send crews to interview
Aaron when he was selected in the draft.

   Damian thoughtfully volunteered to spend Friday night at Billy
Robinson's room so Kelly and I could spend the whole night together.  We
satisfied our urgent needs with a 69 session followed by a vigorous
fucking. With our immediate needs met, Kelly and I took our time making
love again before we fell asleep spooned together.

   Kelly and I made love again in morning.  It was slow, sensuous and
wonderful.  We knew our opportunities could be limited on Saturday night.
The draft party was expected to go into the early Sunday morning hours, but
we had no idea if Mr.  and Mrs.  Morano would stay until the end of the
party.  Neither of us expected to have privacy in the evening.

   Kelly went back to her room to shower and change.  We met at the dining
hall for brunch and then went over to Zack's apartment.  Kelly, Leigh Ann
and I busied ourselves until noon warming the hors douvres and prepping the
lunch food.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Morano joined us a few minutes after noon.

   We flipped on the TV and watched ESPN drone on about the draft.  Aaron,
Tania and Mr.  and Mrs.  Morano fidgeted and waited to find out Aaron's
fate.  The rest of us did our best to keep everyone entertained and loose.
WHP-Harrisburg, WPMPT-Harrisburg and WBRE-Wilkes Barre all called to get
permission to interview Aaron when he was selected.

   The Nittany Lion fans didn't need to wait too long for our first player
to be selected.  The Dolphins chose Derek Brousard as expected.  The
Raiders quickly took another offensive lineman with their pick.  Fifteen
minutes after the draft started, league commissioner Roger Goodell
announced, "The Denver Broncos, with the number three pick, select
defensive tackle Antwaan Booker from the Pennsylvania State University."

   Cheers rang through the apartment as we celebrated for Antwaan.  The
Broncos fortunes had fallen since Mike Shanahan left the franchise.  Their
3-13 record last season had gotten the previous head coach fired.  The new
coach, Jeff Baldwin, was considered an offensive genius.  He had a lousy
defense, an extremely young inexperienced, offensive line, an old
quarterback and no good receivers.  Antwaan and Coach Baldwin would have
their hands full resurrecting the Broncos.

   We waited impatiently as the fourth, fifth and sixth picks took their
full fifteen minutes each.  The draft analysts were speculating that Aaron
would be selected by the Jets at number eight when Aaron's cell phone rang.

   Everyone in the room held their breath and watched as Aaron answered it.
We listened as Aaron said, "Hello Mr.  Dolich.  This is Aaron Morano." His
face lit up as he listened to his phone.

   "Yes sir," Aaron said as he gave the room a thumbs up sign.  "That is
excellent news sir." He listened for a couple minutes while the entire room
watched him.

   Our attention was redirected back to the TV when Commissioner Goodell
came out and announced, "The San Franciso 49ers, with the seventh pick in
the draft, choose cornerback Aaron James Morano of the Pennsylvania State
University." The room erupted in cheers at the announcement.  Aaron had to
shush us so he could finish his conversation with Mr.  Dolich.

   The next half hour was a blur.  The three TV stations each did an
interview with Aaron.  The phone rang constantly as friends called to
congratulate Aaron.  The place was an absolute zoo.

   When things quieted down Aaron's dad went upstairs to Aaron's room and
booked Aaron a flight to San Francisco.  The 49ers wanted Aaron on west
coast as soon as possible to meet members of the team and to do interviews
with the San Francisco media.  His dad booked him on a 7:20 am flight out
of Harrisburg for the next morning.  Aaron would arrive in San Francisco at
11:30 am.
Aaron called Mr.  Dolich back and confirmed his travel plans for the
next day.  Mr.  Dolich was pleased that Aaron would arrive in plenty of

time for a press conference before the afternoon news deadline.

   Kelly and I slipped over to Antwaan's apartment after things calmed down
at Aaron's apartment.  Antwaan had the rap turned up loud and was partying
like there was no tomorrow.  We congratulated our friend and accepted the
proffered wine coolers.

   We met Antwaan's mom, Sylvia Booker.  She was a really nice lady.  She
had a difficult job raising Antwaan alone in one of the poorer parts of
Washington D.  C.  Antwaan promised his mom that she was going to have any
house she wanted when he signed his contract and got his signing bonus.

   Kelly and I headed back to Zack and Aaron's apartment.  Joe Knowles, a
reporter from ESPN and camera crew was setting up when we got back.  Kelly
and I hung with Zack and Leigh Ann while the reporter interviewed Aaron,
Tania and Aaron's parents.  The interview lasted a couple minutes and I
thought Aaron handled himself well.

   Joe played fullback for the Detroit Lions for a few years about ten
years ago.  He talked with Zack and me while his cameraman and sound lady
were packing up their gear when Aaron's cell phone rang, yet again.  "Hey
Max, it's good to hear from you," Aaron said, smiling.  "I expected to hear
from you sooner.  What do you think of the 49ers?" Aaron listened as his
agent talked about his new team.

   "Max?  Max Solomon?" Joe asked.  "Is Max Aaron's agent?"

   "Yes he is," Zack answered.

   "Max is old school," Joe said.  "Aaron has himself an excellent agent if
he is with Max."

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "Max isn't a `Show me the money' guy," Joe explained.  "Max will take
care of your whole career.  He'll make sure you get the chance to maximize
your talents where you are or help you get onto a team that can use your
abilities to the best."

   "It sounds like you know Max pretty well," Zack said.

   "Max was my agent when I was playing," Joe explained.  "Don't
misunderstand, Max will make sure you get handsomely paid for your
services, but he will go beyond that.  Max even helped my when I was cut by
the Lions at the end of my career.  He helped me get a gig with ESPN.  The
two of you could do worse than Max when it's time to pick your agents."

   "I'm not counting on needing one," I said.

   "That's smart Kyle, don't plan on a career in the NFL..." Joe replied.
He gave me a wink and added, "...but you are going to end up in the NFL in
two or three years." He turned to Zack.  "It's going to be a feeding frenzy
a year from now when you get drafted Zack."

   "You really think so?" Zack asked.

   "I've watched the tapes of what you guys did at the end of last season,"
Joe replied.  "You're going to have one of the most explosive offenses in
college football next season.  With a season as a starter and Kyle over
here..." Joe nodded my direction.  "...the sky is the limit for your
offense."

   "Thanks for the vote of confidence," Zack said.

   The three of us caught the tail end of Aaron's conversation with his
agent when we stopped talking.

   "Yeah, Max," Aaron said.  "Mini-camp ends on Wednesday night.  I'll see
you out there over dinner." Aaron listened for a few seconds and chuckled.
"Now it's time to earn your commission Max.  See you Wednesday."

   Aaron filled the rest of the room in on his conversation with Max
Solomon and the plans for attending the 49er's mini-training camp next
week.

   I put my casserole in the oven.  The crowd in the apartment ate every
morsel when it was done a half hour later.  We sat and watched as the draft
continued into the second round, waiting for Pete Klein's turn.  Pete
decided to go home to Butler, Pa.  for the weekend and watch the draft with
his family and girlfriend.

   Pete's turn didn't come until 8:30 that evening.  The room cheered
wildly when the Tampa Bay Buccaneers chose him with the fifty-second pick
in the second round.  This was right where the draft experts predicted Pete
would be taken - mid second round.

   The party at Zack and Aaron's apartment broke up earlier than normal
that evening.  Aaron and his dad had to get up early to get to the airport
for Aaron's flight to San Francisco.

   Kelly and I hoped that we could find some privacy at her room.  Jen was
getting ready for bed when we got there around 11:15.  We went over to my
room.  No luck - Damian was in bed with the lights out when we got there.
Kelly gave me a good night kiss and headed back to her dorm room.

   Kelly and I were studying for the finals that were two weeks away on
Sunday evening when we got a couple surprises.  I had the TV on tuned to
ESPN2 to catch the remainder of the draft.  The announcer reported that the
San Diego Chargers had selected Cooper Barnes, our kicker, with pick #218.
Kelly and I could hear the commotion and celebrating through the floor
downstairs.  Coop was the third floor Hartranft resident assistant.  Kelly
and I planned to go downstairs and congratulate Coop when things quieted
down.

   I got the second surprise before I could leave.  The New York Giants
choose next to last, thanks to losing the Super Bowl to the Colts.  I just
about fell over the announcer said, "The Giants choose defensive end Andrew
Groff, of the University of Delaware with the 223rd pick." The announcer
went on to say that Andy was undersized for an NFL defensive lineman.  He
was expected to compete for a place on the Giants team as a linebacker.

   I was flabbergasted at my high school teammate's good fortune.  I spoke
with Andy's dad after New Year's when I was home.  No one, least of all the
Groffs, expected Andy to be drafted.  He was supposed to start pharmacy
school in the fall and then come work for his dad in their pharmacy.

   Cooper Barnes was flying high when Kelly and I found him downstairs.  We
offered him our congratulations and best wishes.  I sent off a
congratulatory e-mail for Andy Groff to Trent Wilson, my friend and
Christian's cousin, who was on the Delaware football team.  I asked Trent
to forward Andy the e-mail since I didn't have Andy's school e-mail
address.

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   Antwaan Booker flew to Denver on Sunday.  Aaron headed to San Francisco.
Cooper headed for San Diego.  Presumably Pete Klein flew to Tampa Bay from
his home on Sunday.  The fifth floor RA came around our floor and let us
know he was available if we needed anything that week.

   Bo Cherry got a call at lunchtime on Monday.  The St.  Louis Rams wanted
to sign him as a free agent.  Bo made arrangements after lunch for his
agent to get him a contract.  He signed it and faxed it back to the Rams.
He grabbed the first flight out of Harrisburg for St.  Louis in the
afternoon.

   Kelly and I spent all our free time studying for our finals and
completing the last of our term papers and assignments for our classes. 
For once football took a back seat to my studies.  I managed to get my
daily workouts in, but I didn't spend much time in the film room.

   Zack Hayes was even busier than I was.  He had to get things wrapped up
for his classes by Wednesday night.  Zack was taking off from school for
his brother's wedding after classes on Wednesday.  Sam and Zack's parents
insisted that Zack be home a couple days before the wedding so he could
fulfill his best man duties for his brother.

   At our backpacking class on Wednesday night my team reviewed our menus
and shopping lists, our equipment lists and the duty roster I made for our
team.  I appointed Christian to be our navigator for the trip.  Tyler,
another one of the former scouts in our group, would be in charge of
equipment.  I asked Kelly to be our grubmaster and keep track of our food
for the trip.  I was confident when the evening was finished that I had
everything properly organized for our trip on the Appalachian Trail the
next weekend.

   I checked with my brother Will on Wednesday evening to make sure all
arrangements were in place for Operation Hayes, my final prank to get
revenge for my conversion to linebacker last January.  The only thing that
disappointed me about this prank was that I wouldn't be at Sam's wedding to
see it unfold.  Will and Justin Baer both promised me they would fill me in
on the prank when the wedding was over.

   Kelly and I helped each other pack on Thursday night after my EDTHP
study group finished for the night.  I headed over to Rec Hall after Econ 2
to meet the bus at 3:30pm.

   Mr.  Lewis brought his wife along to hike with us for the weekend.  Mr.
Lewis was a lucky guy to be married to her.  Mrs.  Lewis was a brunette in
her mid-twenties with below the shoulder hair pulled back in a pony tail.
Her baggy outdoor clothes couldn't hide her well endowed figure.  I have a
girlfriend already so I wasn't looking too much, but any guy with a pulse
and eyesight better than 20/80 would be checking this lady out a little.

   We had an hour and a half to relax as the bus followed Rt.  322 south to
Clark's Ferry and our destination.  Midway across the bridge over the
Susquehanna the driver pulled into the exit lane and turned off onto Route
147 and headed north for the parking area at the base of Peters Mountain.

   The class unloaded their packs.  Mr.  Lewis distributed the food and
gear to the two groups.  I had Tyler distribute gear to each member of my
crew.  Kelly divided the food into ten piles and handed it out.  Christian
and Bev reviewed the maps to make sure they knew the route.

   Adam Nash, the leader for the other group, and I agreed that his group
could hike first.  My group would have some of the cheese and crackers for
supper before we started hiking.  Adam's group left about fifteen minutes
later while we were eating.

   I gave Adam's crew a fifteen minute head start and then started my group
up the hill.  Christian had no problem finding the trail.  The white blazes
went straight up the mountain.  The map said we had a thousand foot climb
in a couple miles.

   I put Christian out front to lead our group.  I took up the back spot so
I could observe how our crew hiked.  I would be able to spot problems as
they developed from my vantage point.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Lewis fell in line
behind me.

   We put one of the hiking techniques we learned in the course to use
almost immediately.  The caterpillar technique turned out to be great to
climbing steep trails.  The group stopped.  The back guy in the group hiked
to the front of the group and hiked about ten feet beyond the front.  Three
seconds later the new back person would hike to the front and go another
ten feet forward.  Roughly half the group was walking at any given point in
time while the remainder of the group was getting a short rest to catch
their breath.

   I wished my Venturer Crew had known about this technique.  We always
gutted it out as we hiked up a steep hill.  Our whole crew would pause when
we were out of breath and then keep hiking at normal speed.  This
caterpillar seemed like it was more efficient than the way my crew had
hiked in the past.  The group was constantly moving uphill the whole time.

   We needed over an hour to climb the mountain.  Part way up the mountain
we had a great view of Duncannon, the town on the west side of the
Susquehanna River from Peters Mountain.  It was a relief when we reached
the top.  We took a five minute break to catch our breath.

   The weatherman had predicted that there was a chance of thunderstorms in
the evening.  I noticed that the sky was getting dark to the northwest of
us.  I told the group we needed to hustle.  I wanted us in camp before the
approaching storm hit us.  My crew hiked fast, covering the last 1.3 miles
in thirty minutes.

   Big drops of rain were starting to fall as we pulled into camp.  We set
up a dining fly and stashed our gear under it.  We broke up in pairs and
quickly set up our tents.  I had Tyler collect and organize our gear under
the dining fly.  Kelly collected all the food and filled our bear bags.  We
hung our bear bags in the rain and then headed to bed.  Three separate
thunderstorms rolled through that night.  The last of the storms passed
after midnight.

   I was catnapping in the morning when I heard Christian quietly crawl out
of our tent.  I glanced at my watch.  It was a few minutes after seven in
the morning.  I rolled over and went back to sleep.

   My alarm woke me at eight o'clock.  Christian helped me get the
remainder of our crew out of bed.  We did a leisurely breakfast that
morning, making scrambled eggs and hash browns.  We packed up our still
damp tents and other gear when breakfast was cleaned up and headed down the
trail.  We got out of camp ahead of Adam's crew that morning.  Mr.  Lewis
told me to go ahead.  He and his wife were going to hike with Adam's crew
that day.

   We had an easy hike that day - 6.9 miles along the top of Peters
Mountain.  Hannah, one of the inexperienced hikers in our group, worked
with Christian on how to use map and compass to navigate.  I wanted her to
get experience and confidence at it.  This was an easy day to navigate -
stay on top of the mountain and walk towards the sun.

   The hike was easy even though the trail was extremely rocky.  We only
needed a couple breaks along the route.  We pulled into the Peters Mountain
Shelter, located a suitable tent camping site and set up camp.  We had camp
set up and were eating lunch when Adam's crew hiked in and set up camp
across the trail from us.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Lewis set up their tent near the trail between the two
crews, not too far from my tent.  Mr.  Lewis checked in with my crew to see
how everyone was doing.  We assured him that things were great.

   Most of the group decided to take a side hike east along the top of the
mountain after lunch.  Our maps said there was a nice overlook about a mile
east of our camp.  Later in the afternoon one of the former Boy Scouts
suggested we play `Capture the Flag' to pass the time.  Most of the class
joined in.  We had a blast being little kids again for an hour or two,
running around the woods chasing each other.

   Kelly and I helped out the dinner cooks that evening.  They were a
couple of the less experienced backpackers in the group.  The meal turned
out fine.  When dinner was over, cleaned up and the bear bags were hung for
the night, the entire class joined together and talked.  It was nice to get
to know the class members better.  Some of the group talked about
backpacking trips they had done in the past.  I described my two trips to
Algonquin.  Kelly related her experiences in Minnesota and Canada on her
wilderness canoe trip.

   I got a cell phone call as we were relaxing.  When I answered it, the
voice on the other end said, "Hey Kyle, it's Will."

   "Hey Will, how was Sam's wedding?" I said, greeting my older brother.

   "It's going great.  I'm still here at the Eden Resort," Will explained.
"I thought you would want to hear how Zack fared today."

   "Absolutely," I agreed enthusiastically.

   "Mission accomplished little brother," Will answered.  "Zack got his
payback for last winter."

   "How long did you guys make him suffer?" I asked.

   "Sam got me in Zack's room last night while Zack was showering before
the rehearsal dinner.  I secured the wedding ring and disappeared until the
dinner.  I loved it at dinner when Al, that's Trish's dad, asked Zack to
see the ring.  I thought Zack was going to pop an artery when he reached in
his suit coat pocket and couldn't find the ring."

   "I wish I would have been there to see his face," I said.

   "Zack checked every pocket twice and couldn't find the ring.  Al did a
beautiful job playing the outraged father.  He threatened, `No ring - no
wedding!' Trish's performance was good enough that she should consider
making acting a career.  I've never seen Zack as flustered as he was last
night.  He went back to his house after dinner was over to search for the
ring while the rest of us took off for Sam's bachelor party."

   "Excellent!" I declared.  "What did he do then?"

   "Zack got creative when he couldn't find the ring..." Will chuckled and
added, "...that was safely locked in my car.  Any way, he talked his mom
into loaning Trish and Sam her mother's wedding ring temporarily until Zack
could find the correct ring or replace it.  Sam chewed Zack out for his
`irresponsibility' but accepted the other ring.  Al, Trish's dad, made Zack
sweat until lunchtime today before he accepted the compromise ring."

   "When did you finally give Zack the real ring?" I asked.

   "That's the fun part," Will replied.  "I didn't let Zack off the hook
until about a minute before the ceremony started.  I nudged Zack in the
elbow while we were standing up front and said, `Put out your hand.' I
placed the ring in his hand and added, `You've just been punked by my
little brother.' I wish I had a camera so I could have taken a picture of
the Zack's face when he realized what had happened.  It was great."

   "Thanks for all your help Will," I said.

   "No problem little brother," Will answered.  "Just remember you promised
Al Wright an autographed photo of Joe Paterno."

   "Send me his address Will.  I'll get the photo and put it in the mail
next week." I promised.  "Thank everyone involved for me please, especially
Sam and Trish."

   "I'll do that Kyle," Will replied.  "I'll see you in a few weeks when
we're both home.  Bye."

   I shut off the phone and related the story to the rest of the group.  I
explained about how Zack and some of my teammates converted me into a
`linebacker' for a week and then about the various pranks I had played to
each of the guilty parties.  Everyone had a good laugh at the story.

   We didn't have a repeat of the storms like the previous night.  I got a
good night's sleep and felt well rested when my alarm woke Christian and me
up at seven am.  The group needed to get an earlier start on the day since
we had to meet the bus at the end of the 6.5 mile hike at noon.

   The hike for the day was pretty easy - hike along the top of the
mountain for five miles and then descend down into the valley below the
DeHart Reservoir.  We arrived about half an hour before the bus was due. 
Our group ate lunch while we waited.

   The whole group loaded up and rode back to State College when the bus
arrived.  Mr.  Lewis told everyone he was pleased with how the trip went.
Everyone passed the "final" for the course.

   Kelly and I showered and changed into clean clothes after we returned to
campus.  We spent the remainder of the afternoon hanging out in her room,
reading the Sunday paper and relaxing.  We had dinner together and then
split up.  Kelly wanted to study for finals.  I needed to get in my daily
workout.

   I ended up in the player's lounge after my workout.  Aaron, Antwaan,
Pete, Coop and Bo were entertaining a large group of teammates with stories
of their experiences at their first NFL mini-camps.  All five guys were
excited to be able to have a shot at playing in the NFL but were sobered by
the amount they had to learn to play at that level.

   Zack Hayes came in while I was listening to the guys.  He spotted me and
stalked over.  "There you are, you son of a bitch!" Zack growled.  "You put
me through hell this weekend."

   "Problems at Sam's wedding?" I asked, flashing Zack a cheesy `who me?'
grin.

   Zack tried to maintain his scowl but couldn't.  "Damn, that was a good
one," he said, smiling slightly.

   The rest of our friends perked up and asked what I'd pulled now.  Zack
and I took turns explaining how Zack, his brother's best man, managed to
lose the wedding ring the day before the ceremony.  I explained how my
brother, Zack's brother and parents, the bride and the bride's parents had
all been involved in helping me pull this one off.  The guys enjoyed
hearing about Zack's predicament.

   Karol summed it up best.  "You'll do just about anything to get even
won't you?"

   "Almost anything," I admitted.  "Embarrassment is OK, as long as no one
gets hurt."

   Zack shook his head, smiled and asked, "How did you put together
something this fiendish?"

   "Do you remember in February when Kelly and I went on the Venturer
Crew's ski weekend?" I asked.  Zack nodded that he did.  "After we finished
skiing Saturday evening, some of the leaders and I had a brainstorming
session.  They helped me come up with the ideas to get Aaron, Anders and
you.  I think it was Justin who came up with this particular idea."

   "Baer?" Zack asked.  I nodded yes.  "Damn, I should have suspected he
was involved.  He did seem to know too much about the ring problem
yesterday." After a pause Zack added, "I should have suspected this. 
Justin and his friend Jon Miller were always pulling this shit when I was
in scouts."

   Aaron asked, "Is this the Jon Miller from the `Jets'?"

   "Yes, that would be the same Jon," Zack confirmed.  "I was in scouts
about a year when Justin was SPL for our troop.  Justin and Jon, his
assistant, always loved pulling tricks on us younger scouts.  I remember
one in particular.  The scoutmaster had told this great ghost story about a
green Indian.  Justin and Jon went around the camp under a green plastic
poncho lit inside with a flashlight that night after lights out scaring the
hell out of younger scouts.  I'm going to have to go see Justin when
school's over.  He and I need to talk."

   ----------------------------------------------------

   Kelly and I were extremely busy the last week of classes, getting
everything done and studying for finals.  I had EDTHP study sessions on
Tuesday and Thursday evenings.

   I bumped into Coach Paterno at the Lasch Building on Tuesday afternoon.
He greeted me warmly when we met.

   "Coach, could you get me an autographed photo?" I asked politely.  "I
need it for a friend."

   Sure Kyle, come back to my office," Coach said.  "I have a little free
time.  I'll take care of it right now." I followed Coach Paterno back to
his office in the academic assistance area.

   "How should I make it out Kyle?" Coach Paterno asked.

   "Could you make it `Congratulations on your daughter's wedding Al.'" I
said.

   "Someone in your family get married Kyle?" Coach Paterno asked.

   "No," I replied, trying not to laugh.  "It was Zack Hayes' brother who
got married."

   "Why are you getting a photo for Zack's brother's father-in-law?" Coach
asked.  "Shouldn't Zack be asking for this?"

   "Ummm..." I sputtered.  "I'm paying back a debt.  That's why I need to
get it.  I guess you heard about me becoming a linebacker last January."
Coach Paterno smiled and nodded.  I went on to tell him how I got revenge
on Zack for his part in my conversion.  Coach Paterno chuckled as I
explained the prank.

   Coach cleared his throat and asked, "This was pretty elaborate.  Should
you be spending more time studying football?"

   "I'm working real hard at that Coach," I replied.

   "I was teasing Kyle," Coach Paterno answered.  "I saw how you performed
at the Blue and White Game.  You did well."

   "Thanks Coach."

   "Have they made you a starter yet?" Coach Paterno asked.

   "Not that I've heard," I replied.  "Have you heard something?"

   "No" Coach said.  "I just know a good receiver when I see one.  You'll
be starting one of these days Kyle."

   "Thanks for the vote of confidence Coach." I said.  "Thanks for the
photo too." I took the photo back to my dorm room and put it and a thank
you note in an envelope.  I made sure it went in the mail at dinnertime.

   -------------------------------------------------------

   Kelly and I finally got a chance for privacy on Friday night.  Alan took
Jen to a frat party and they didn't expect to be back until late that
evening.  Kelly and I went downtown to Baby's for burgers and shakes and
then went straight back to Kelly's room for the rest of the night.  We had
almost three hours to show each other how much we loved each other.

   Kelly and I hit three parties on Saturday night.  We couldn't refuse
Omega Chi's invitation to their end of year bash.  We spent some time
talking with Cam Miller and Joel Peterson, dancing a little and downing
some of the good Troegs Amber Ale while we were there.  Kelly and I headed
over to Antwaan's good bye party after that.  Antwaan insisted we have some
hard iced tea while we were there.  Of course we couldn't refuse.  We
wished our big friend the best when he got to Denver.

   Kelly and I were more than a little buzzed by the time we got to Zack's
farewell party for Aaron.  Things got pretty sappy as the group at the
party toasted Aaron and Tania and wished them the best out in California.

   Kelly and I should have skipped the last couple beers that evening.  We
fell asleep on Zack's couch as the party wound down.

   ------------------------------------------------------

   "Kyle?" some one asked as he shook me.  My head throbbed as I tried to
open my eyes in the too bright morning light.  "Kelly?" the voice said.

   I felt the body leaning against me squirm.  "What time is it?" my sleepy
lover asked.

   I blinked and tried to focus my eyes.  "It's nine o'clock," the voice
said.  I focused in on Aaron, who was leaning over us, looking concerned at
our condition.  Kelly sat up, pulling her weight off my side.

   "I guess we had a little too much to drink last night," Kelly said.

   "Yes," Aaron confirmed.  "Do you need anything?"

   "Water?" I asked.  "And aspirin." My head spun as I tried to sit up.  I
steadied myself on the arm of the couch.

   "I'll get it," Aaron said before he disappeared upstairs.

   "That was pretty wild last night," I said, turning to Kelly.

   "I guess," Kelly answered quietly.  "They were some good parties."

   "You might want to take it a little easier next time," Aaron said
quietly when he returned.  The sound of his voice was still too loud for my
throbbing head.  I nodded in agreement as I accepted the glass of water and
bottle of aspirin.

   "We're fine Aaron," Kelly insisted.  I took two aspirin and handed the
bottle to my girlfriend.  She took a pair of aspirin from Aaron's bottle.
Each of us washed the pills down with big glasses of water.

   "Thanks for the hospitality last night Aaron," I said as I stood up.  My
body was stiff from sleeping on a couch overnight.  I stretched to try to
work the kinks out.

   "Yeah, thanks Aaron," Kelly echoed.

   "Is Zack up yet?" I asked.  "I'd like to thank him too."

   "No," Aaron answered.  "He and Leigh Ann aren't up yet."

   Kelly and I headed for the front door, Aaron following us.  As I reached
the front door, I turned and said, "You and Tania should join us for dinner
some evening this week."

   "That would be cool Kyle," Aaron answered.  "Give me a call later.  I'll
talk with my honey and see what we can set up."

   Kelly and I headed back to our dorms in the too bright morning sun.  We
made arrangements to meet for brunch after we showered and cleaned up in
the morning.  I let the hot water from my shower cleanse my body and loosen
some of my stiff muscles from the awkward way I slept last night.  I really
needed to watch myself.  I hadn't been this drunk since that night down in
Panama City Beach back in early March.

   Kelly and I joined our friends Christian, Bev, Cindy, Jen, Alan, Damian,
and Billy at brunch.  Kelly and I went back to her room for an hour and
read the Sunday newspaper.  We would have liked to spend more time
together, but both of us needed to prepare for finals that began the next
morning.  I had an Econ final that I expected to be nasty.  I spent the
rest of the afternoon studying for it.

   My Econ 2 final was at 2:30 on Monday afternoon.  It turned out to be
harder than I expected.  I had to guess at some of the answers on the
multiple-choice portion of the test.  I was bummed out when I headed back
to my room after the final.  I expected to do better on the test.  I pulled
the book out at my room and checked the answers on the questions I was
unsure about.  It turned out that I had made good guesses.  I felt better
that I could keep the B average I had in the course.

   I put in four hours life guarding on Tuesday morning, my final shift for
the semester.  My boss, Mr.  Coleman, asked me if I would was planning to
lifeguard in the fall.  I explained that I didn't expect to have enough
free time.  He talked me into helping in August before classes started
while freshmen did their swim tests.  I agreed.

   I had lunch with Kelly.  I wished her luck on her biology final.  I
headed over to the Lasch Building after lunch.  I spent a couple hours
reviewing game film from the past season.  Coach Burton popped into the
film room when I was nearly done.

   "Stop by my office when you're finished Kyle," Coach Burton asked.

   "Sure thing Coach," I confirmed.  I finished up about fifteen minutes
later.  Anna Beth, the coaches' receptionist, waved me right in when I told
her I was supposed to see Coach Burton.

   "Hey Coach, what's up?" I asked as Coach Burton waved for me to have a
seat in front of his desk.

   "I wanted to talk to you before you headed home for the summer Kyle,"
Coach Burton explained.  "I gave your brother Andrew a call a couple days
ago.  I offered him a full scholarship to attend Penn State."

   "Cool," I answered.  "That is excellent news."

   "I think your brother would be a good addition to our team," Coach
explained.  "I wanted to make sure you knew that you are allowed to discuss
recruiting with Andrew since you are family.  You won't be violating any
NCAA rules."

   "I'm glad," I replied.  "It would be awkward avoiding that subject with
Andy."

   "Do you think you will recommend that your brother accept the
scholarship offer?" Coach Burton asked.

   "Absolutely Coach," I answered quickly.  "I'd love to see what you can
do with both of us on the field together."

   "I'd like to see that too," Coach Burton replied.  "Thank you for
stopping by Kyle.  Make sure you study your playbook and continue your
workouts this summer.  I expect big things from you in the fall."

   "I won't let you down Coach," I answered as I headed for the door.

   I called Kelly as I walked down Hastings Road towards Pollock Halls.  We
were supposed to meet after she finished her afternoon final.  Kelly agreed
to meet me in my room in a few minutes.  Damian had a 2:30 final and would
be gone for at least two hours.

   Ostensibly we were going to study for our History final at eight o'clock
the next morning.  That plan lasted about five minutes.  Kelly and I
started kissing and things escalated quickly.  We managed to make love
twice in my bed that afternoon.

   Kelly and I were cuddled together naked, enjoying the afterglow of our
lovemaking, when Kelly nuzzled my neck and gave it a kiss.

   "What am I going to do without you this summer?" Kelly asked.

   I hugged Kelly against me and answered soothingly, "I will write you
every day," I said.  I gave her a kiss.  "I hope you'll do the same."

   "Of course Kyle," Kelly answered, staring into my eyes.  "I'm going to
miss times like this more than anything.  I've had a boyfriend before. 
I've had sex before.  Nothing in my life has prepared me for how you made
me feel the past three and half months.  How can I go without this until
the end of August?"

   "I'll think about this afternoon every night when I play with myself to
relieve my tension," I explained.  "My sister-in-law Abby has a lot of
experience with dealing with a missing boyfriend.  Will has worked at camp
for eight summers."

   "I thought she worked at camp too," Kelly said.

   "She does now," I explained.  "Last summer was her first year on staff.
She put up with Will being gone all summer for six seasons.  Abby told my
old girlfriends to get themselves vibrators or dildos."

   "I don't know Kyle," Kelly said.  "I think I'd be too embarrassed to go
out and get one of those."

   "Give Abby a call and talk with her," I suggested.  "I'm sure she'd be
happy to give you some suggestions to make it through the summer."

   "I'll do that Kyle," Kelly said.  "Thanks for the idea."

   The two of us snapped to attention when we heard a key go into the lock
on my door.  Kelly scrambled to cover herself with my sheet while I got
between her and the door.

   "Shit!" Damian said through the door.  We heard him pull the key out of
the lock.  "Sorry, I didn't see the signal.  I'm out of here.  Take your
time."

   I glanced at my clock.  It was a quarter to five.  "I guess we should
get cleaned up and dressed.  Damian is going to want to relax after his
final."

   Kelly agreed.  She headed back to her dorm for a shower while I did same
at mine.  We met Bev, Christian, Cindy, Alan and Jen at the dining hall
forty-five minutes later.  Kelly went back to her room to study after
dinner.  I went to Chelsea Walters' dorm to meet my EDTHP study group.  We
spent two and half hours preparing for Dr.  Scott-Hall's final.

   Cameron, Kelly and I met for breakfast Wednesday morning before our
eight o'clock History 2 final.  Mr.  McMichael's final seemed easy to me. I
knew I'd aced the final.  Kelly and Cameron agreed with me when we met in
the hall after the final was over.

   Kelly dragged me downtown after the final that morning.  Kelly told me
she had a nice conversation with Abby last night.  Kelly wanted me to go
along with her to browse through the adult bookstore.

   I considered myself a man of the world, for someone my age.  I couldn't
believe some of the things they had for sale at this store - leather,
whips, chains, handcuffs and so on.  The video section looked interesting
to me.  I might stop by sometime to see if any titles interested me.

   Kelly and I found the dildo section.  After some discussion Kelly picked
out a realistic dildo similar to the one Penny had purchased a couple years
ago.  I suspected Abby's recommendation played a big part in Kelly's
choice. We headed back to campus.

   "God, I hope my parents don't find this thing when I get home," Kelly
said.  "I don't know how I would explain it to my parents."

   "You look them in the eye, smile and tell them you miss your boyfriend,"
I suggested.

   "Yeah!  That will work really well with Daddy," Kelly replied, rolling
her eyes.

   "I'm sure you can be sneaky," I answered.  "I've seen how you helped me
pay back my teammates.  You can find somewhere to hide your little friend."

   We headed back to the dorms.  Kelly went back to her room to study for
her afternoon final.  I went over to the Lasch Building to work out and
study film.  Kelly and I had lunch together before she headed for her
English final.  I went back to my room to study my psychology notes in the
afternoon.

   Zack, Leigh Ann, Kelly and I took Aaron and Tania out to dinner.  Aaron
and Tania chose the Penn State Diner.  It was a pleasant way to say good
bye to our friends before they moved to San Francisco.  Zack and I split
the check for the meal.

   Kelly and I went back to our own rooms to study alone.  The previous
afternoon had proved that we were too easily distracted by each other to
study together for finals.  I spent the evening reviewing all my notes from
psychology and reviewing the textbook.  I felt ready by the time I went to
bed that evening.

   Kelly and I had breakfast together Thursday morning before I headed for
my 10:10 Psych 100 final.  The final seemed easy to me.  I was confident I
had aced it.  Kelly was off to her 12:20 communications final by the time I
returned to Pollock Dorms.

   I had lunch and then went over to the Lasch Building for my daily
workout.  I made my rounds of the locker room, player's lounge and training
room and said good bye to the seniors who were graduating.  I thanked Bo
Cherry especially for all the help he gave me this year to me get ready to
play college ball.  I wished him the best of luck at making the Rams team.

   Kelly and I had dinner together at the dining hall.  I went downstairs
in Hartranft Hall to Josh Bruno's room to meet my EDTHP study group.  We
spent most of the night reviewing all the notes from the course and making
sure we knew the material for Friday's exam.

   Damian was up early Friday morning because he had an eight o'clock
final. I loaded up my car after I had a quick breakfast.  All the carts for
moving things out of the dorm were in use, so I used my backpack to haul
loads of my things down to my car.  My side of my room was nearly empty by
the time I left for my last final that morning.

   All my time preparing for the EDTHP final paid off.  I finished the
final in one hour.  I spent time reviewing all my answers and then turned
in the test fifteen minutes before the period was over.

   I called Kelly as I headed back to Pollock Dorms.  She met me outside
the dining hall.  We ate a leisurely lunch since Kelly's last final wasn't
until 4:40 that afternoon.  Neither of us wanted lunch to end.  We sat
talking for nearly twenty minutes after we finished our food.  Finally I
suggested that I had to finish my packing.  We stacked our trays and headed
back to my room.

   "Kyle, stay one more night," Kelly suggested as we were crossing the
quad.  "Jen caught a ride back to Chester County this morning with one of
her high school friends.  Spend the night with me." Kelly's dad wasn't
coming until tomorrow morning to pick her up.

   I stopped and hugged Kelly.  "God!  I'd love to do that, but I can't." I
answered.  Kelly's expectant face fell.  "I wish I could.  My parents are
expecting me to be home for dinner.  They'd kill me."

   Kelly hugged me tight to her body.  "I'm going to miss you so much
Kyle," Kelly said, her eyes starting to tear up.

   I kissed her and said, "Don't start that.  I'll come out to your place
in a few weeks for a long weekend before I start work at the scout camp. 
You're still going to come to Paradise the weekend before I leave for
football camp, right?"

   "Of course I am," Kelly answered.

   "We will make it through this summer," I promised.  "The summer will fly
by, you'll see."

   The two of us walked back to my dorm.  Kelly helped me carry the last
load of my things down to my car.  We hugged and kissed when we had the
things loaded in my car.

   "God, I'm going to miss you," Kelly declared as our lips parted.

   "I'll miss you too," I promised.  "We'll be together in a few weeks."

   Kelly pulled away and said, "I've got to go study Kyle." I could tell my
lover was near tears from the crack in her voice.c

   "I love you Kelly O'Keefe," I called as she turned.

   "I love you too Kyle Martin," she answered as she walked away.

   I headed back upstairs to my room.  Damian and I said good bye. 
Damian's dad wasn't expected until dinnertime.  I checked out with Pete
Klein and wished him luck in Tampa.  I went over to Pollock Commons and
turned in my key at the housing office.  I was on the road a few minutes
before two o'clock for home.



   Chapter 18

   ==========

   Traffic was light on Route 322 until I crossed the Susquehanna River.  I
crawled around Harrisburg in bumper-to-bumper traffic until I passed the
turnpike.  I-283 and Route 30 were busy, but moving well as I headed around
Lancaster to my home.  I pulled in front of my house a few minutes after
five o'clock.  Mom's car and Andy's car were both in our driveway.  I
parked on the street in front of my house.

   I headed in the door and found the living room was deserted.  I followed
the smell of supper to the kitchen.  "Hey everybody, I'm home," I announced
as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

   "Hi Kyle," Liz said as she turned away from the stove.  We hugged and I
gave my sister a kiss on the cheek.

   Liz turned back to tending the pans on the stove.

   "You're cooking dinner?" I asked.

   "Mom gets so tired now," Liz explained.  She turned and gave me a wink
and a grin.  "It's hard work carrying our little sister."

   "Oh?" I quizzed.  "I thought Mom and Dad wanted to be surprised by the
sex of the baby."

   "It isn't official," Liz explained.  "I KNOW it's going to be a girl. 
Probability is on my side.  We have way too many boys in the house already.
It has to be a girl."

   "I don't think it works that way Liz," I replied.  "We have a
fifty-fifty chance for a little brother or sister on July....?"

   "First," Liz explained.  "Mom is due on July 1st."

   "Where is everyone?" I asked.

   "Mom is upstairs taking a nap," Liz answered.  "Andy and the twins are
in the family room.  Dad isn't expected home for another fifteen or twenty
minutes."

   Liz turned back to take care of the food on the stove.  I took a good
look at my sister.  She appeared to have grown an inch or so in the last
few months.  Her figure was filling in nicely too.  She definitely did not
look like a little girl anymore.  I was sure she was driving the ninth and
tenth grade guys nuts with her perky breasts.

   I headed for the family room to see Andy and the twins.  Andy was
sitting on the couch holding one of the twins and watching a movie.  The
other twin was standing at the coffee table intently pushing around a pile
of blocks.

   "Hey, welcome home Kyle!" Andy said as I walked into the room.  "It's
good to see you again."

   "It's good to see you too," I answered as Andy and I went through our
ritual hand clasp, shake and knuckle bump that we had been doing for years.
"Who is who?" I asked.  "I haven't learned to tell the twins apart yet."

   "This is Noah," Andy explained.  Andy handed me my nephew wearing the
blue shirt.

   "Do you remember your Uncle Kyle?" I asked.  Noah stared at me for a few
seconds.  I gave him a hug and kiss, which brought a smile to his face. 
"You're getting so big Noah." He giggled when I said his name.  I nuzzled
his nose and then handed him back to Andy.

   Connor had watched Noah and me.  He smiled when I picked him up.  "How
are you doing Connor?" I asked.  He grinned at his name.  "Do you remember
your Uncle Kyle?"

   Connor stared at me intently for a couple seconds before he answered,
"Ky?" I gave my nephew a kiss on the cheek.

   "You're a smart boy, aren't you Connor," I said.

   "Mart," Connor confirmed.  He grinned at me.  I set him back down on the
floor.  He toddled a couple steps back to the coffee table and went back to
arranging his blocks.  I noted he had on a red shirt today.  I would need
to pay attention to how my nephews dressed for awhile until I could
recognize them on my own.

   "How big are the boys?" I asked.  "They've grown so much since March.

   "Noah is 31 ½ inches and 38 pounds.  Connor is 31 ¼ inches and 37 ½
pounds," Andy explained.

   Andy and I talked for a couple minutes, filling each other in on the
happenings in our lives over the last few weeks.  A few minutes into our
conversation I finally worked in the one question I most wanted an answer
to.

   "I hear you talked with Coach Burton a few days ago," I said hopefully.
"I understand he's offered you a scholarship to come to Penn State."

   "Yes he did," Andy confirmed.  "Are we allowed to talk about this?"

   "Sure," I replied.  "Coach Burton said it isn't a violation of the
recruiting rules for family to discuss recruiting.  We can talk all we
want."

   "That's cool," Andy answered.

   "When are you going to accept Coach's offer?" I asked.

   "Coach Burton's offer is one of a dozen I've gotten in the last two
weeks," Andy replied.  "I'm seriously considering four of the offers."

   "Really?" I asked.  "Who are you considering?"

   "Penn State, of course; Temple, Rutgers and University of Maryland,"
Andy explained.  "I have offers from Tennessee, USC, Ohio State, Michigan,
Boston College, Virginia Tech, LSU and Florida too.  I'm not considering
them - they are too far away."

   "You have to come to Penn State man, you just have to," I replied.  "You
enjoy playing in Coach Caffrey's offense right?" Andy nodded yes.  "Coach
Burton's offense is our high school offense on steroids.  You couldn't find
a more wide-open, receiver friendly offense in the country.  It's perfect
for your speed and size."

   "I know Kyle.  I watched your games on TV," Andy admitted.  "I have more
to think about than just football.  Could I make it home after home games
from State College?  You guys played a lot of night games for TV."

   "Make it home?" I asked.

   "I need to be able to get home to see my guys," Andy answered.  Andy
leaned down to look at Noah.  "You want to see Daddy on weekends when I'm
in college don't you?"

   Noah smiled and answered "Da da"

   Conner toddled over to Andy and held his arms up to his father.  Andy
scooped him up and held him with his other arm.

   "I've got to think about more than football Kyle," Andy explained.  "I
have to consider my sons too.  I can't dump my kids on Mom and Dad and
disappear for the six months of the college football season.  That would
kill me."

   `Disappear for six months?  Is that how Andy looked at me?' I wondered.
I shook it off and asked, "You are open to considering Penn State?"

   "Of course," Andy answered.  "I caught a few passes from Zack when I
first went out for football.  I know how good a quarterback he is.  I also
know he's much better today than he was four years ago.  I'd love to play
with him." After a brief pause Andy added, "I'd like to play with Chip
Brinton too.  He's a hell of a quarterback."

   "Good," I responded.  "Keep an open mind for Penn State.  I don't know
if you'd have any more time to get home at the other schools.  Playing
college football is incredibly time consuming."

   "I got that impression watching you," Andy replied.  "We'll talk more
while you're home.  I want to hear all about what it is like to play in
college."

   "Sure, no problem," I answered.

   "Are you going to join Ed, Jeremy and me working out tonight?" Andy
asked.

   "Boys" Mom called.  "Supper time."

   "You bet, I'll work out with you guys," I answered at the same time Mom
called us to dinner.

   Andy handed Connor to me.  Connor looked at me, smiled and called, "Ky!"


   "You're a smart boy.  You know your Uncle Kyle already." Connor giggled
at my praise and smiled back.  I followed Andy and Noah to the kitchen.

   Connor squirmed and called out, "Izzy!" when he saw Liz.  I handed my
nephew over to her to get him ready for dinner.

   I spotted Mom.  She said, "Welcome home Kyle." I hugged her, as best I
could over her huge belly.

   "It's good to see you again Mom," I answered.  I found my seat at the
table.  Liz set the dishes out while Mom and Andy got the twins ready for
their dinner.

   I enjoyed dinner at home after my long absence.  Liz had made tuna
noodle casserole and peas for dinner.  She served fruit cocktail for
dessert.  It was a simple meal, but tasty.

   I found out that Mom planned to work for a couple more weeks and then
start her maternity leave.  Liz had been doing all the cooking for dinner
for the past three weeks.  I volunteered to relieve Liz of those duties
until I had to leave for camp.  I would also do the grocery shopping.

   Andy was going to his junior prom on Saturday night.  He had asked Mary
Hoober to go with him a few weeks ago.  I was a little surprised.  I didn't
think he would be interested what with the social stigma of being a
teen-aged dad of two.

   I vaguely remembered Mary from school last year.  She was a quiet, very
plain girl.  Andy knew her through his math class.  They had studied
together this year and gotten to be friends.  Neither had a date, so they
decided to attend the prom together.  Andy assured me that this wasn't a
long term romance, just two friends attending a dance together.

   I spent part of the evening moving my things from college from my car
upstairs to my bedroom.  I did a couple loads of wash.  My supply of clean
clothes had run short the last week while I was studying for finals.

   Ed and Jeremy showed up a few minutes before eight for our workout. 
Andy joined us and we went downstairs to the basement bedroom to lift and
workout.  We traded stories about our past two months of college.

   I hadn't paid any attention to how spring practice had gone for my
friends.  I was too wrapped up in doing well myself.  Ed had impressed the
Gators faithful in their final scrimmage.  Ed had driven his team in for
two touchdowns and seventeen points in his half of play.  He wasn't going
to unseat the senior first string quarterback, but he made a good case for
him to be the number two quarterback on the team.

   Jeremy was delighted to report he had made first string in the spring.
He was slated to start at weakside linebacker in the fall for the Fighting
Irish.  I reported on how my spring had gone and that I expected to be the
number three receiver on our team.  Andy listened carefully to all our
stories, soaking up the information about what it was like to play Division
I-A college football.

   I found out that Ed had been home a week and a half.  Jeremy and Kathy
had taken a leisurely drive across the Midwest after classes ended.  They
had been home for three days.  The four of us went out for our three mile
run when we were done lifting.

   I enjoyed spending time with my closest friends that evening.  The month
we could spend together before camp started was going to be enjoyable.  I
went on-line to send Kelly my promised nightly e-mail around ten o'clock. I
was surprised while I was typing the e-mail by a pop-up that asked,
"RedTop10 is on-line.  Would you like to chat?" I quickly clicked on the
Yes button.
FASTWR87: Hey, how's it going?  I didn't expect to find you on-line.
REDTOP10: I was just checking to see if you sent me an e-mail this
evening.
FASTWR87: I was getting ready to write it now when I found you on-line.
What did you do tonight?
REDTOP10: I spent the evening packing everything in boxes so I'll be
ready when Daddy arrives tomorrow morning.  This place is deserted.  Bev's
dad picked up Bev and Christian after dinner.  Cindy is gone.  Jen left
last night.  I wish you would have stayed with me tonight.
FASTWR87: I would have liked that, but I needed to get home.  My parents
were expecting me for dinner.  Ed, Jeremy and Kathy have been home for a
few days.  Hal and Tammy will be home tomorrow.
REDTOP10: Your old girlfriend - is she home?
FASTWR87: Penny?  I think she is due home tomorrow.  I know Will and
Abby are done with classes.  I haven't seen Penny.
REDTOP10: It's lonely here.  We could have spent the night together. 
I'm going to miss having you close to me.
FASTWR87: I know.  I'm going to remember making love to you on Wednesday
night while I relieve myself before bedtime.  You can use your "little
friend" to help get off.
REDTOP10: It won't be the same as sharing my bed with you.  I miss you
Kyle.
FASTWR87: I understand.  It's only 20 days until the long weekend we
have planned at your house.  We can endure for that long.
REDTOP10: I guess.  I love you Kyle.  XXX OOO
FASTWR87: I love you too sweetie.  I'm counting the days until we see
each other.  XXX OOO
I browsed on-line for awhile after I closed the chat program, looking
for something interesting.  I found a porn site with erotic stories.  They
got me in the proper frame of mind to get off.  I imagined Kelly and me
playing the part of the young couple caught in the rain and taking shelter
in an old cottage.  I stroked myself as I imagined making love to Kelly on
the table of the cottage.  I splattered cum all over my chest when I
climaxed.  It was going to be a long twenty days until I could feel my poor
cock sliding into my lover and joining us together again.  I cleaned up,

rolled over and fell asleep.

   ------------------------------------------------

   The twins were much quieter this year than they had been last summer.  I
did hear one of them crying one time in the morning.  I managed to roll
over and go back to sleep.  I finally caught up with my need for sleep
around 11:30 am.

   Ed called while I was eating lunch.  He came over after I was done
eating.  We hung out and watched a movie for awhile and then went out in
the back yard and tossed the football around until Jeremy and Hal came over
to join Ed and me for our daily workout.  Jeremy suggested that we get our
gang of friends together and go down to Gap for ice cream at the Dairy
Queen in the evening.  He said he'd call the rest of our friends and invite
them.

   Andy skipped the workout with us.  He was busy getting ready for his
prom.  Mom and Dad made a big fuss over how nice he looked in his tux. 
They made Andy come back with Mary so they could get photos of the couple.
The whole family waved good bye to the couple as Andy pulled his Corolla
away from the curb and headed for Lancaster.

   I grilled burgers and hot dogs for dinner for my family.  It was what
Mom and Liz planned earlier that week.  I washed the dishes after dinner
then went upstairs to clean up for my evening with my friends.  Liz was
hurrying around, getting prepared for her date.

   I asked, "Where is Nick taking you tonight?"

   "Nick?" Liz asked, grinning.  "You're really behind the times Kyle.  I
dumped Nick and his amazing ego last month.  Mike Poffenberger is taking me
to a movie this evening."

   I vaguely remembered Mike from last year.  He worked on the lighting
crew for the Drama Guild and Penny had introduced him to me at one of the
cast parties.  Mike was a sophomore.

   "What happened between you and Nick?" I asked.

   "I got tired of him talking about how great he was; what a good
basketball player he was," Liz explained.  "OK, so he made starter on our
varsity team as a sophomore.  The team doesn't have a winning record. 
What's the big deal?  Nick went on about it one time too many.  I dumped
his ass."

   "Sorry to hear that," I answered.  "Are you and Mike a couple?"

   "Mike?" Liz replied.  "No, we've had a couple dates, that's all.  I
don't know if we have a future."

   "Have fun tonight," I offered.  "I hope Mike is a careful driver."

   "Mike only has his learner's permit," Liz explained.  "Mr.  Poffenberger
is driving us to the theater."

   "Enjoy the movie," I said as she headed downstairs.

   I showered and then pulled on a good pair of khakis and a polo shirt for
the evening.  I walked down the street to Ed's house where we were meeting.
Ed and Jeremy offered to drive.  Hal, Tammy and Kathy rode with Jeremy.  I
climbed in the front of Ed's car and Brandon climbed in the back.  I was
surprised when Penny popped out the back door and hopped in the back seat
with Brandon.

   I guess time does heal old wounds.  Penny was pleasant and friendly to
both me and Brandon.  Both of us were ex-boyfriends.  Drew McCormick and
Stacie Thompson joined us in Gap.

   We spent an hour talking about our experiences in college, reminiscing
about high school and talking about our summer plans.  My Blizzard was
excellent.  The whole group had a good time together.  Brandon suggested
that we ought to check out a movie that evening.  We checked and found the
Millersville theater's last showing was at 9:30, too early fr us to travel
across the county and arrive in time.  We found the listing for the
multiplex outside Downingtown.  They had a good movie that didn't start
until 10:00 pm.

   The Downingtown theater was a good choice.  It was eighteen miles from
Gap.  Millersville had to be at least that far in the other direction.  We
purchased tickets for Ridley Scotts' latest action thriller.  The movie was
excellent.  The only bad thing was the time when his epic was over.  It was
a quarter to one in the morning when we walked out of the theater.  Ed
dropped me off in front of my house just before 1:30 am.

   Dad had left the porch light on for me.  I headed inside and found the
hall light was on too.  Dad had taped a note to the stair railing.  "Turn
out the lights and lock up when you get in Kyle.  We will have a talk
tomorrow morning."

   I went upstairs quietly and went straight to bed.  I understood what Dad
wanted to talk about.  I had forgotten to let him and Mom know I was going
to the movies with my friends.  I was going to need to remember to check in
with my parents when my plans changed.  I simply wasn't used to that
anymore after a year of freedom at college.

   I woke from the sound sleep the next morning by the sound of loud
knocking.  "Kyle!" Dad said.  "Time to get up.  You've got to hurry.  We
leave for church in half an hour." Dad was using his no-nonsense tone. 
Attendance at church was not up for debate.

   "OK" I answered.

   "May I come in Kyle?" Dad said.  "We need to talk."

   "Sure," I acknowledged.  I was sitting up in bed when Dad entered my
room.

   "We need to talk about last night Kyle..." Dad started.

   "I understand completely Dad," I said.  "I should have called home
before we went out to the late movie."

   "Yes you should have Kyle," Dad said sternly.  "Your mother and I aren't
trying to set a curfew for you anymore.  You're welcome to do as you please
with your time.  All we ask is that you keep us informed where you are and
when you'll be home while you live here."

   "I know Dad," I answered.  "I haven't reported in to anyone for a year.
I'm just not used to that anymore.  I'll do better."

   "You went out for ice cream at eight o'clock," Dad explained.  "You
weren't home at midnight.  What were your mother and I to think?  Did your
plans change?  Were you in some kind of accident?  It was unnerving for
your mother and me.  Every parent dreads that phone call late at night that
the Harrisons got two years ago."

   I shuddered a little when Dad mentioned Greg's accident.  I had been
thoughtless and inconsiderate to my parents.  "I'm sorry Dad," I answered.
"I'll do better in the future."

   "Good," Dad said.  "Hurry up and get a shower.  You have twenty-seven
minutes until we leave for church."

   I hurried through my shower and shave in the morning.  I had time to pop
a bagel in the toaster and wolf it down before we left for church.  Andy
was allowed to skip church that morning.  He and Mary had attended the
junior class' bowling lock-in at the bowling alley in Strasburg after their
prom.  Mom said Andy had gotten home around seven am that morning and went
straight to bed.

   Reverend Hollinger's sermon that morning was excellent.  I enjoyed the
church service.  The Rev greeted me warmly when he met me after the
service. He said the two of us should get together sometime.  He wanted to
hear how his favorite college football player had fared this past year. 
The Rev was exaggerating, I think.  Our church had no shortage of college
football players between the Hayes brothers, the Groff brothers and me.

   I sent Kelly an e-mail apologizing for not writing the previous night. I
explained about how late my friends and I got back from the movie.  I read
through the e-mail Kelly sent me last night.  She talked about the trip
home and trying to adjust to living with her parents again.  She concluded
the e-mail by telling me how desperately she missed me.

   I gave Jake Kring a call on Sunday afternoon.  We talked a little bit
about things at our high school and then about the spring football drills
Jake was running this year.

   "Do you want any help for the last few weeks of drills?" I asked.  "I'd
be glad to come around and work with the receivers."

   Jake laughed.  "Sure, we can use more help running things."

   "More?" I asked.

   "Ed helped at the last two practices.  Jeremy showed up on Thursday,"
Jake explained.  "We can't keep you guys away, can we?"

   "It's football," I replied.  "It's what we do."

   Jake went over the details.  We met at the same practice field as we had
for the last five years - three pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

   I spent some time in the afternoon reviewing plays in my playbook. 
Later in the afternoon Andy loaned me his copy of Madden NFL Football.  I
loaded it up and played for an hour.  It was fun.  I hadn't had much time
for computer games in the past year.

   I was settling into a comfortable routine at home by Sunday evening.  I
cooked dinner and did the dishes.  I studied my playbook, read, watched
some TV to pass the time.  I worked out daily with Ed, Andy, Jeremy and
Hal.

   I made some time to play with my nephews.  By Sunday evening both boys
recognized me as Unka Ky and gave me big smiles when they saw me.  I
enjoyed holding, cuddling and goofing around with them.

   My daily e-mails to Kelly were easy for me to write.  I told her about
how my day went each time I wrote.  I also told her how much I loved and
missed her.  Her replies were heartbreaking.  I guess over time you get
used to separations from your lovers.  I know Penny and I had a hard time
my first summer working at scout camp.  It got easier for me in the years
that followed.  Kelly didn't have that experience.  I knew she was having
trouble dealing with our separation.  I did my best to console her from
half a state away.

   Monday afternoon I went out to do the weekly food shopping.  I got a few
stares from the old ladies and stay-at-home moms in the store.  I planned a
couple casseroles, a roast chicken, meat loaf, and brats on the grill for
dinner during the coming week.  Mrs.  Kurtz, the cashier who knew me from
church, teased me about buying so much food.  She seemed impressed when I
explained about how I was helping out Mom with the shopping and cooking.

   Tuesday after lunch I prepped the evening's casserole and put it in the
refrigerator.  My afternoon was free to help coach the spring practice with
Jake, Ed, and Jeremy.  When I got home after practice I would throw the
casserole in the oven and would have dinner ready with little fuss
forty-five minutes later.

   I checked in at the school office and dropped by to see Coach Caffrey
before I took the field.  Coach Caffrey and I talked for a couple minutes
about my experiences at Penn State.  He complimented me on having a good
game at the Blue and White Game the previous month.  He had watched me play
on the Big Ten cable network.

   Jake Kring took the JV quarterbacks under his supervision.  Ed worked
with Logan Mitchell and Matt Sauder.  Jake gave me the varsity receivers to
coach.  Jason Harting, a senior now, coached the JV receivers.

   I was surprised to find Garrett Houseman was playing wide receiver. 
Garrett explained that he was learning this position at Coach Caffrey's
recommendation.  He had no chance of beating out Matt or Logan and the
varsity team would have only two quarterbacks in the season.  Garrett would
serve as the team's emergency quarterback if anything happened to QB #1 and
#2.

   I worked with my brother Andy, Jonathan Landis, Garrett, Ryan Anderson
and Dave Mitchell, my sister's close friend.  Jonathan was a good
compliment to my brother - he ran crisp routes and caught the ball well. 
He would be a good possession receiver opposite Andy.  Garrett was still
learning the wide receiver position but had nice hands catching the ball.
Ryan Anderson had grown since last spring.  He was six feet tall and
probably matched my weight of 200 pounds.  He played tight end and didn't
mind mixing it up with the linebackers.

   Dave was a revelation.  He had grown to 6'-2" and probably weighed
around 170 pounds.  Dave caught any ball that was close to him.  He was
nearly as fast as my brother.  I predicted that Coach Caffrey would be
using Dave a lot next season, even though he would only be a sophomore
then.

   Logan Mitchell ran the Wolverine offense well.  He knew the plays and
ran them properly.  Logan didn't have the strongest arm, but he got the
ball there.  He would be steady, but probably not spectacular next season.

   Matt Sauder needed more coaching from Ed to run the plays.  Matt had an
incredible arm.  On one deep pass play Matt overthrew Andy, and Andy was
running flat out downfield.  I expected when it was his turn to be
quarterback that Matt would be excellent.

   I enjoyed the afternoon with the kids immensely.  It was fun being
addressed as `Coach' again.  I enjoyed teaching them some of the things I
had learned in high school and in my year at Penn State.  We would have six
more practices before the school year ended.

   I spotted Gary Harrison waiting at the edge of the parking lot when
practice was over.  Gary was the seventh grade brother of my friend and
dead teammate Greg Harrison.  Gary was learning to play tight end just like
his older brother.

   I stopped my car when I was beside him and asked, "What's up Gary?"

   "I'm just waiting for my mom to pick me up," Gary explained.

   "I can give you a ride if you want," I offered.

   "Call your mom," I said as I handed my cell phone to him through the
window.  "Your brother gave me a ride home so many times over the years.  I
owe your family."

   "OK, I'll see Kyle," Gary said.  He called his mom and got the OK for
him to ride home with me.

   Gary climbed in the front passenger's seat.  Gary and I talked about
scouts, school and football on the way home.  He was having fun at scouts,
getting good grades in school and enjoyed football.  I told Gary about how
Zack Hayes and I wore Greg's number inside our helmets this past season to
remember our friend.  I dropped him off in front of his house ten minutes
later.

   I got home from football practice a few minutes before five pm.  I
popped my casserole in the oven while I made up a salad for dinner.  I
skipped dessert that evening.  Both sets of grandparents were coming at
seven o'clock for Noah and Connor's birthday party.  We were celebrating a
day late because Andy and I had scouts on the boy's real birthday the day
before.

   Mrs.  Wagner, Crystal's mom, came too.  She kept in touch with the twins
through Mom over the past year.  Both boys knew they had two "Mo Mo's."
Crystal continued to be totally aloof to her sons.  Mrs.  Wagner brought of
her grandsons presents "from the Wagner family", but I knew Crystal hadn't
been involved in choosing them.  The boys may not have had a mom, but they
had lots of aunts, uncles and grandparents to look after them.

   Noah and Connor didn't know quite what to make of the party to start
with.  After Andy helped them blow out the candles (one for each boy) they
got into the spirit of the party.  They ripped into the wrapping paper on
their gifts.  I think they had more fun with the wrap than the presents
inside.  The boys had birthday cake and ice cream with the rest of us. 
More ended up on their faces than in their mouths.

   Kelly's e-mail for Tuesday asked me to be on-line at ten pm so we could
chat.  She was desperate to talk with me.  My computer chimed for me at the
appointed hour.  I brought up the chat program.

   REDTOP10: God I've missed you Kyle.  Please come early for your visit. I
can't wait until the 28th.  I hope you aren't busy.
FASTWR87: I miss you too sweetie.  I'm not real busy, but I help Mom by
cooking dinner and shopping for groceries.  You remember her due date is
four weeks away.  I'm also coaching some of the high school kids for their
spring football practice.
REDTOP10: Can't someone else help her?  I NEED to be with you again. 
Please come out next weekend.  My parents won't mind having you spend extra
time here.
FASTWR87: I don't know honey.  My dad is set on having the whole family
together for Memorial Day for a family picnic
REDTOP10: Can you come on Tuesday?  PLEASE?
FASTWR87: Are your parents OK with having me underfoot for a whole week?
I don't want to get on their bad side.
REDTOP10: My parents won't mind.  PLEASE COME EARLY.
FASTWR87: Could you ask your father to give me a call?  I want to make
sure this is OK with him and your mother.
REDTOP10: Thank you Kyle.  Thank you.  I'll have Daddy call right away.
I Iove you Kyle.  XXX OOO
FASTWR87: I love you too.  XXX OOO
My cell phone rang almost immediately after Kelly signed off the chat

program.  I answered immediately.  "Hello, Kyle Martin."

   "Hello Kyle," Mr.  O'Keefe said.  "It's Bill O'Keefe.  I hope this call
isn't too late in the evening."

   "No, it's fine," I replied.

   "I knew my daughter thought very highly of you before this week," Bill
explained.  "I had no idea how strong her feelings for you were until now."

   "We love each other sir," I answered.

   "Kyle, I'm Bill, not sir," Bill said.  "Even at her most boy crazy, Anne
was never quite this bad.  Kelly has moped around the house since we came
home on Saturday.  All she talks about is `Kyle did this' or `Kyle said
that'.  Kathy and I would be relieved if you came early for your visit and
stayed for the week."

   "I'm helping coach spring football practice for my high school team," I
explained.  "I could come out Tuesday evening after practice, if that is OK
with you sir... um, Bill."

   "That would be excellent Kyle," Bill answered.  "We'll look for you next
Tuesday evening." Bill paused for a couple seconds.  "You still fit in your
scout uniform, right?"

   "Sure," I answered.  "I'm working on camp staff again this summer.  They
better fit."

   "Good, bring one along Kyle," Bill said.  "Mike's Eagle Court of Honor
and banquet is on Thursday night.  My wife and I would be honored if you
would be our guest."

   "Thank you.  I would be honored to attend....  Bill." I answered.  "Are
you going to give Kelly the good news or should I?"

   Bill laughed loud.  "She's beside me bouncing up and down for joy," he
explained.  "This is the happiest I've seen her since she got home."

   "Tell Kelly I love her Bill," I replied.  "We can work out the details
tomorrow."

   "Good night Mr... um, Bill," I said.  "Thanks for calling."

   I went downstairs to tell Mom and Dad after I ended the call.  They
weren't thrilled with the idea of me spending almost a whole week in
Pittsburgh.  They relaxed when I explained that I didn't accept Kelly's
invitation until after Mr.  O'Keefe confirmed it.  They agreed to allow me
to make the trip.  Kelly and I would have six days together next week.  I
couldn't wait.

   --------------------------------------------------

   My gang of friends and I went out to play mini-golf on Thursday evening.
It was a fun night.  Ed talked the group into going to the Green Iguana
Club in Lancaster on Saturday night.

   I received a beautiful engraved invitation in the mail on Friday.  I and
my guest were invited to Aaron and Tania's wedding the end of June.  I
e-mailed Kelly immediately.  I hoped she would be able to be my guest at
the wedding.  We would discuss it further when I got to Pittsburgh the next
week.

   Saturday night's group turned into a couples (Jeremy and Kathy, Hal and
Tammy, Drew and Stacie, and Ed and Paige Anderson) and spares (Brandon, me,
Holly Cox and Penny) event.  We gathered at a couple tables in the under
twenty-one room upstairs.  The group had drinks and talked comfortably. 
All of us had known each other for years.

   The couples headed for the dance floor when the band started playing. 
Brandon invited Holly to dance with him, leaving Penny and me alone
together.

   "How was your spring semester?" I asked.

   "It was good, but very busy," Penny answered.  "How was your spring?"

   "School was great," I explained.  "I got my grades today.  I have an A
in history, educational theory and practice, my classroom visitation
seminar, and my backpacking course.  I got B's in economics and psychology.
I made the dean's list this semester.  How did you do?"

   "I haven't heard from Penn yet," Penny explained.  "I'm glad you did
well.  Are you and Kelly still dating?"

   "Yes," I answered.  "I'm going out to spend a week with her and her
family next week.  How about you - are you and David Hansen still going
out?"

   "David?  No," Penny answered.  "We went on a few dates last winter.  He
got too busy for dating when track season started.  I didn't want to be a
sports widow."

   "Again," I added.  "I understand." Penny nodded and smiled at me.  "Are
you seeing anyone now?"

   "I have a boyfriend," she answered.  "We started going together a month
ago.  His name is Marco Giordano.  He's a chemistry major from Cherry Hill,
New Jersey."

   "I hope things work out for the two of you," I said.

   The dancers returned to our tables as Penny and I finished that
conversation.  We had some more drinks and then the couples went back to
the dance floor.  Brandon said, "Don't be a stick in the mud you two, come
dance," as he and Holly took the floor.

   "Would you like to?" I asked.

   "I guess," Penny answered.  "It would be fun."

   Penny was right, it was fun dancing together again.  We didn't dance
close, but we still made a good pair on the dance floor.  The rancor from
last fall's breakup had subsided.  I liked being able to talk with Penny as
a friend again.

   Jeremy was the first celebrity to be spotted that evening.  A couple
guys wearing Fighting Irish T-shirts spotted him.

   "Jeremy North!" the shorter guy gushed.  "I didn't know you lived in
Lancaster."

   "Yeah, could we get your autograph," the second fan added.  "You were
great at the Blue and Gold Game."

   Jeremy talked with them for a couple minutes and obliged them with the
autographs.  When the guys left I asked, "Did you have a good spring game?"

   "Yeah, you could say that," Jeremy answered modestly.

   Kathy added, "Three sacks, an interception, and twelve tackles,
including three for a loss."

   "Whoa!" I replied.  "I guess that explains why you're giving autographs
now."

   "It also explains why Coach Weis made me a starter," Jeremy added.

   The rest of the group congratulated Jeremy on his success.  The Penn
State fans weren't about to be outdone by Notre Dame.  Three guys
recognized me about five minutes later.  I gave them autographs and, at
their request, told them how I found myself playing on the White team in
the final two minutes of the Blue and White Game.  I promised the guys Zack
and I would do our best to provide some offensive fireworks next season.

   I could see that Drew, Hal and Ed were a little envious of Jeremy's and
my success on the field.  They had little to no playing time last season.
Jeremy and I assured them their time would come eventually.

   The group did some dance partner swapping later that evening.  I danced
with Kathy, Tammy and Stacy.  I ended up with Holly for the final number by
the band.  She molded herself tight to my body as we danced.  It had the
predictable effect on my cock.  I was hard half way through the dance. 
Holly knew and rubbed herself against it.

   She whispered to me, "We could find someplace private to park if you
want Kyle.  I like to have some fun with you again." She emphasized her
proposition by grinding herself on my hard cock.

   "Mmm... That's tempting Holly," I answered quietly.  "I'm spending the
week with my serious girlfriend next week."

   "That's too bad," Holly replied.  "We could have had fun."

   "Maybe another time," I suggested.  "When I'm not committed to someone."

   We returned to the tables.  I noticed Penny glaring at Holly.  Holly
paid no attention.  She turned her charm on Brandon.  The two split as a
couple minutes later.  Holly had a man for the night.  Jeremy and Kathy
decided to leave to find a private place a few minutes later.  Their
parents were not cool with them making love in either house.

   The party split up after that.  Ed rode to the club with me but went
home with Paige.  Penny had ridden with Jeremy and Kathy.  "Would you like
to ride with me?" I offered.

   "I would like that Kyle," Penny answered.

   My erection had deflated by that time so I wasn't too embarrassed as we
headed for my car in the parking garage nearby.  I headed out of the
parking garage for Paradise.

   When we were on the road Penny said, "If I'm not mistaken, you turned
down a chance to go to bed with Holly tonight."

   "You're not mistaken," I confirmed.

   "You've matured a little bit since last fall," Penny said.

   "I'm trying," I answered.  "I was under a lot of stress last fall.  I
got drunk at a party and did the stupidest thing in my life.  I'd give
anything to take it all back."

   "But you can't," Penny replied.

   "Life doesn't work that way," I said.  "I wish I could do it all over
and stop the pain I caused you, but I can't.  All I can say now is I'm
sorry."

   "I know Kyle," Penny answered.  "I've forgiven you."

   "Thank you," I said.

   "We'll always have our time together in high school," Penny added.  "I
hope we'll always be friends."

   "Agreed," I confirmed.  "We'll be friends for life."

   Our conversation turned to the mundane things in our lives.  I told
Penny about Noah and Connor.  She was surprised that they were walking and
talking already.  She promised to come by some evening and see them again.
It had been months since she saw them.

   Penny's sister Niki was doing well in law school.  Adrian liked his job.
Penny let me in on a secret.  Niki was expecting.  Penny's first niece or
nephew was due in seven months.

   I told Penny about how Zack Hayes finally found the girl to tame him.  I
told her about how much time Zack and Leigh Ann were spending together. 
She was amazed that Zack would let anyone take time away from football.  I
gave Penny a hug and a kiss on the cheek when I dropped her off at her
house.

   ---------------------------------------------------

   Will and Abby arrived from Philadelphia after lunch on Memorial Day.  I
was preparing macaroni salad for dinner when they arrived.  They spent some
time playing with Noah and Connor.  The boys were delighted to receive more
birthday gifts from their aunt and uncle.

   Dad grilled steaks, bratwursts and hot dogs for dinner.  I supplied the
macaroni salad, deviled eggs and a garden salad.  Abby brought chocolate
cake for dessert.  Noah and Connor had hot dogs for the first time.  They
were a big hit with the boys.  The rest of us enjoyed our family dinner.

   Later in the evening the whole family loaded up in the minivan and
Will's car and headed to Quarryville to watch fireworks.  The town was
holding a memorial for a local soldier killed in the Iraq and then
finishing the evening with fireworks to celebrate the freedoms he and other
soldiers had sacrificed to protect for us.  I rode to the show with Will
and Abby.  Will and I discussed the aquatics area at camp.  Will wanted
Trent Wilson and me to come to camp a day ahead of the rest of the staff to
help set up the pool and get ready for the swim tests on Sunday afternoon
when the staff arrived.  I agreed.

   We joined a large crowd there to watch the fireworks.  Noah and Connor
fell asleep in their stroller long before the show started.  The town put
on a half hour show that was excellent.  The booms and pops from the finale
woke up the twins.  They cried at first until Andy and Liz calmed them. 
Once the boys realized what all the noise was about they pointed and
giggled as they watched the bursts.

   The whole family had fun that evening.  We needed to find more times
when all of us could get together.  I had to admit, that was going to be
tough with my schedule.

   I said good bye to Mom and Dad when we got home.  I gave Liz directions
for finishing the casserole I was planning to prepare after lunch tomorrow.
I planned to head for Pittsburgh from football practice in the afternoon.

   I got up Tuesday morning around eleven and packed up for my trip.  I
made myself some lunch and then prepared dinner for my family.  I relaxed
for a couple hours watching a movie and reviewing plays in my playbook. 
Practice went well.  Matt delivered a couple eye-opening bombs to Dave
Mitchell.  Both kids were developing nicely.  I gave Gary Harrison a ride
home after practice on the way out of town.  I grabbed a sandwich and some
chips at the Wawa Market on the way to Lancaster before I headed west for
the turnpike and Pittsburgh.

   I pulled off the turnpike when I found the Route 22 exit near Penn
Hills. I followed the directions I got from Google the last six and half
miles to Kelly's house.  I parked in the driveway behind Bill Junior's car.
Kelly came out the door running for me before I could open the car door.  I
climbed out of the car as Kelly launched herself at me.

   We hugged.  Between kisses Kelly gushed, "I missed you honey." More
kisses and then she added, "I missed you so much!"

   Kelly planted her lips on mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth.  Our
tongues tangled together and expressed our feelings of loss at our two
weeks separation and the joy of reuniting.  When we paused for breath, I
realized half of Kelly's family was at the windows watching our reunion.

   "We're being watched honey," I said.  "We should probably behave
ourselves.  I don't want your parents mad at me before I even get in the
front door."

   Kelly gave me one more quick kiss and let go of me.  We carried my
suitcase and hangers of clothes inside.  The whole O'Keefe family was
assembled.  We exchanged warm greetings.  Bill Sr.  had Bill Jr.  and Kelly
help me take my things upstairs to Bill Jr.'s room.  The three of us headed
back downstairs.

   "Off to bed Sean," Bill Sr.  said as we reached the living room.

   "Do I have to, Dad?" Sean whined in his high pitched eleven year old's
voice.

   "You have school tomorrow," Bill Sr.  answered.  "You got to see Kyle
this evening.  Get to bed."

   "OK," Sean replied.  "It's nice to see you again Kyle.  Good night." He
headed upstairs to bed.

   The rest of family and I found seats in a circle in the living room and
talked.  Kathleen brought out a Bundt cake for everyone to snack on while
we talked.  Around ten o'clock Patrick and Laura excused themselves and
went to bed without prompting from their parents.  The family asked me
questions about how school went and about football.  I answered them.  They
talked a little bit about how things were going to their family.  Mike
proudly explained his Eagle project to me and how things went with his
Board of Review.

   Around eleven pm Bill Sr.  announced, "Most of us have work or school
tomorrow.  We should probably get to bed." Bill Sr.  looked directly at me
and continued, "The family breakfast is at 6:45 tomorrow morning.  We will
rearrange the bathroom schedule while you're here.  You can use the men's
bathroom after Billy and before Mike in the morning."

   "I don't want to put anyone out," I replied.  "Why don't I use it after
breakfast when all of you are done?"

   "You don't want to clean up before breakfast?" Bill Sr.  asked.

   "Maybe I could brush my teeth and wash my face will Bill Jr.  is
showering," I suggested.  "Would that be OK Bill?"

   "Sure, that would be fine Kyle," Bill Jr.  answered.  The most of the
group headed upstairs for bed.  Bill Sr.  wandered through the downstairs
locking up and turning off lights.

   When we were alone in the living room, I asked Kelly, "Do your parents
really expect me at breakfast at a quarter to seven tomorrow morning?"

   "I'm afraid so Kyle," Kelly apologized.  "My parents are very big on the
family doing things together.  That includes breakfast." Kelly gave me a
hug.  "I know how much you enjoy sleeping in the morning.  Please do this
for me."

   "Of course I will honey," I replied.  "I have to get up at six am in a
few weeks when scout camps starts so I can lifeguard for polar bear swims."

   Kelly leaned in and gave me a kiss.  Bill Sr.  cleared his throat as he
walked back into the living room, catching us kissing.  "Off to bed you
two," he directed.

   "Good night Daddy," Kelly said

   "Good night Bill," I added.

   The two of us headed upstairs, followed by Kelly's dad.  I stopped off
at the bathroom and took care of business before I joined Bill Jr.  in his
bedroom.  I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the top bunk and
settled down to sleep.  Bill shut the light out a minute later and climbed
into the lower bunk.

   "You do know how crazy about you my sister is, don't you?" Bill asked.

   "I do," I replied.  "I'm just as in love with her as she is with me. 
You have a girlfriend.  You know how it is."

   "Yeah," Bill answered.  "Be careful.  You and Kelly don't want my
parents to find out `how it is.' I think dad suspects you and Kelly are...
intimate."

   "I understand," I said.  "We will be the model of discretion." Bill Jr.
accepted my assurance.  I fell asleep a few minutes later.

   Bill's alarm woke us much too early in the morning.  I squinted as I
looked across the room to see the clock/radio said 6:15.  Bill was out of
bed, putting on a robe.

   "If you want to use the sink while I'm in the shower, you better get
moving Kyle," Bill explained.  "Bathroom time is tightly scheduled in this
house.  You snooze, you lose."

   I groaned and climbed out of bed, following Bill down the hall to the
bathroom.  We'd gone a few steps down the hall when Bill turned and said,
"Kelly might not mind seeing you in your boxers, but Mom, Anne and Laura
probably don't want to.  Did you bring a robe?"

   "Oh... um, no," I answered.  "I'll put pants and a shirt on.  I'll be in
the bathroom in a sec."

   I went back to the room, pulled on yesterday's pants and shirt and went
down the hall to the bathroom.  Bill was already in the shower.  I brushed
my teeth and washed my hands and face quickly.  I went back to the room,
put on shoes and socks and headed downstairs with my book.  There was no
point in trying to catch a little more sleep before breakfast now that I
was awake.

   I found Kathy downstairs in the kitchen mixing pancake batter.  I
greeted her and then headed to the living room to read until it was time
for breakfast.  I settled in on the coach with my book on Patton's breakout
from Normandy and drive across northern France during World War II.

   Sean wandered into the living room ten minutes later carrying the
morning paper.  He sorted through the sections until he found the comics
and sat down to read them.  Kelly came downstairs a few minutes later
dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.  The shorts revealed an extremely enticing
amount of her shapely legs.

   "Good morning honey," I said as I stood and gave her a hug and kiss.

   Good morning," Kelly answered.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Eeeww!" Sean interrupted.  "Mom!  Kelly's kissing her boyfriend."

   Kelly let me go.  She rolled her eyes, silently letting me know what she
had to put up with from her little brother.

   "You'll understand about girlfriends one of these days Sean," I said.

   "I don't think so," Sean insisted.  "I'll never want to kiss something
as yucky as a girl."

   Kelly shook her head at me, grabbed the front section of the newspaper
and sat down on the couch beside me.

   "What did you have planned for today?" I asked Kelly.

   "We can go downtown and I can show you the sights.  We'll do lunch
downtown.  You'll enjoy visiting Fort Pitt.  Do you like baseball Kyle?"

   "It's OK," I replied.

   "We got lucky.  My friend Becky can get us tickets to tonight's Pirates
game through her dad's work.  She says they're really good seats."

   "That's cool," I answered.  "Who are they playing tonight?"

   Kelly picked up the sports section and glanced through it.  "This is
perfect!" she declared.  "They're playing the Phillies."

   "Cool!" I said.  I arched my eyebrows suggestively and asked, "Did you
have anything in mind for this morning?"

   Kelly winked and nodded towards Sean.  "We'll find something to do after
everyone leaves for work and school."

   We went back to reading for a few minutes until Kathy called the family
for breakfast.  Kathy loaded the table up with a big platter of pancakes,
another platter of sausage links and a pitcher of orange juice.  After Bill
Sr.  said the blessing, we dug into this wonderful hearty breakfast.  The
meal was much better than my usual catch-as-catch-can breakfast.

   Mike, Patrick, and Laura hurried off to the school bus as soon they
finished eating.  Sean went back to read some more until his bus came
forty-five minutes later.  The rest of the family went back upstairs to get
ready for work.  Kelly and I hung out in the living room reading the
newspaper while we waited for the house to empty.

   I went upstairs and showered after Bill Sr.  and Bill Jr.  left for
their jobs.  Twenty minutes later I found Kelly downstairs still reading
the newspaper with a glum look on her face.

   "What's wrong honey?" I asked sweetly.

   "Anne!" Kelly vented.  "She's working the late shift today.  Normally
she's has to be at work by nine.  She isn't leaving until noon."

   "So what?" I answered.  "We've waited two weeks to make love, we can
wait a few hours longer.  We can have lunch here, go up to your room for
some afternoon delight and then go downtown for the ball game."

   "It isn't going to work Kyle," Kelly explained.  "We're meeting Emily,
Becky, Jason and Brett for lunch."

   "What's the big deal about her being home?" I asked.  "I'm sure your
sister has spent time alone with a boy before.  Why don't we just go ahead
and have our fun.  Anne will understand."

   "I think Anne has been with her boyfriend before, but I don't know for
sure," Kelly explained.  "My problem is that Anne and I don't always get
along real well.  I don't want her holding it over my head that I had sex
with you the next time we have a fight."

   "I can't imagine she'd do that," I said.

   "I'd be alright if it were Billy or maybe Mike," Kelly answered.  "I
trust them.  Anne can be a little catty, especially when she doesn't get
her way.  There's no way I'm going to let her KNOW that you and I sleep
together.  My parents would go ballistic if she told them that."

   "I guess we can wait until tomorrow," I said.

   Kelly and I cuddled on the couch and read through the rest of the
newspaper.  We headed downtown around ten am.  I let Kelly drive since she
knew her way around Pittsburgh and I didn't.

   We stopped at the Point Park to see were the Alleghany and Monongahela
join to form the Ohio River.  I enjoyed the museum that gave the history of
the various forts built on the point by the French and English over the
years.

   We met Emily, Jason, Becky and Brett for lunch at Primanti Brothers in a
section known as the Strip.  I ordered the Sweet Sausage and Cheese
Sandwich with fries, coleslaw and some pop.  The food was delicious.

   I got to know Becky's boyfriend Brett Dudek.  Brett had been at school
the Sunday afternoon when I met most of Kelly's high school friends.  His
school had a different spring break schedule from most schools.  Brett was
studying geology.

   After lunch the group took me to the USS Requin, a World War II era
submarine on display along the river.  Brett, Jason, Kelly and I enjoyed
poking around all the nooks and crannies in the submarine.  Becky and Emily
weren't quite as thrilled to tour a WW II submarine.  We spent a couple
hours touring the Museum of Natural History that afternoon before we headed
across the Alleghany to PNC Park and the evening's ball game.

   We purposely had arrived at the ball park early so we could eat supper
at the concession stands without missing any of the ball game.  We also
hoped we could score a few autographs from the players too.

   We headed inside the stadium and found our seats.  Becky's dad had
scored primo tickets.  We were sitting four rows back from the Phillies
dugout.  Becky's dad was an architect.  His firm had season tickets at the
park.  Becky explained that the firm had a big set of plans that were due
on Friday.  None of the big wigs at the company had time to go to the game
that night so the tickets were offered to employees' families.  Becky was
able to get eight tickets.  Allison and Tommy O'Brien were going to join us
that evening.

   The players were out warming up when we arrived.  We decided to wait for
dinner and try to get some autographs first.  No offense to the Pirates,
but Kelly's friends were more interested in autographs from the Phillies
all-stars than they were from their own team.  The Phillies were cruising
through May with their record close to .600 while the last time the Pirates
were at .500 was when they were 1-1 after the second game of the season. 
They were trailing twelve games behind the leaders in their division, the
Cardinals.

   Jimmy Rollins was the first of the Phillies stars to stop by the rail
where we were waiting.  Jimmy was patient and friendly as he gave
autographs to everyone.  Pat Burrell came by next.  Big Ryan Howard stopped
by too.  Ryan looked like he could have played linebacker if he played
football.  He had a smile ready for everyone as he signed their book or
program.  I hoped the Phillies ace, Cole Hamels, would stop by but he
didn't.  I certainly understood.  He was pitching that night and needed to
focus on the game.

   Near the end of warm-ups as players were leaving the field Chase Utley,
the great second baseman, came by.  Chase patiently worked his way along
the rail signing autographs for each fan.  I handed him my program when he
reached me.

   "How do you want me to sign this?" Chase asked.

   "Make it out `To Kyle Martin' please," I asked politely.

   Chase stopped and stared at me, looking me up and down.  "Are the punt
and kick returner at Penn State?"

   "Uh, yes," I answered, taken aback by the star's question.  I was
wearing a Penn State football T-shirt, as I often did.

   "It's a pleasure to meet you Kyle," Chase said.  "My nephew is a huge
fan.  All he can talk about is Penn State football and how he wants to play
there someday."

   "I hope that works out for him," I offered.  "How old is he?"

   "Almost fifteen," Chase explained.  "My brother-in-law is a Penn State
grad.  My nephew has decided his best shot at making varsity in high school
this season to as a return man.  He has been studying videos of you since
your season ended, trying to learn your moves."

   "Wow," I remarked.  "I didn't imagine I was doing anything that
special."

   "My nephew is impressed with your return work," Chase answered.  "Do you
have much juice with your team?  Would it be possible to get me a couple
tickets for a game next season?  My nephew would go nuts for that."

   "I don't know Mr.  Utley," I answered.  "I can talk to my coach in
August when I get back on campus.  Maybe I can get the tickets."

   "Call me Chase Kyle," Chase said.  "I'll get you a couple tickets to a
Phillies game in return."

   "That would be cool Chase," I said.  "I'll see what I can do.  How do I
get in touch with you?"

   "I'll give you my address," Chase replied as he wrote his address below
the autograph on my program.  "Make sure you put this code on the envelope.
It will let the PR department know that this is a personal letter to me and
not just fan mail."

   "OK Chase," I said.  "Do you have any preference to which game you go
to?"

   "No, just make sure it isn't in September," he explained.  "I'll be a
little busy then.  Actually, make it November if you can.  I hope to be
busy during October too."

   "I certainly hope your busy right up to the end of the month," I
answered.  "I'd love to see you guys in the World Series."

   Chase handed my program back to me.  "Thanks for the autograph," I said.
"It was nice to meet you."

   "Can you give me your autograph for my nephew?" Chase asked.

   "Sure thing," I said.  "Do you have anything for me to autograph?"

   Chase gave me a sheepish grin.  "No, I'm dressed for a game."

   I tore a page out of the back of my program.  "Will this do?" I asked.
Chase nodded yes.  "How do you want me to make it out?"

   "To Devin," Chase answered.

   I wrote: `Devin, good luck with football this fall.  Work and study
hard. Maybe I'll see you in a few years at Penn State.  Kyle Martin #87.' I
handed the paper to Chase.  "I hope this is OK."

   "It's great Kyle," Chase said.  "Thanks a million.  Devin will love
this." Chase looked back towards with field and added, "I've got to get to
work.  It was nice meeting you."

   "It was nice to meet you too Chase.  Good luck tonight." I said.

   Our group milled around a little and no one said anything.  Finally
Brett blurted out, "That was surreal."

   Kelly quickly answered, "You get used to people asking Kyle for his
autograph.  It happens all the time."

   "I don't know about that honey," I replied.  "I've never given a
superstar my autograph before.

   The group headed back to our seats for a few minutes.  We scattered
around the stadium after that to find supper.  Kelly and I headed across
the stadium to the barbeque stand.  I bought a pulled pork sandwich, cheese
fries and a pop.  (Yes, I can learn to say pop when I want a soda in
Pittsburgh.)

   The eight of us met back at our seats and talked as we enjoyed our
dinner.  I found out that Becky, Jason, Emily, Brett, Allison and Tommy had
all been in Venturers with Kelly.  We talked about our experiences in
Algonquin and the Northern Tier High Adventure Base.

   Allison and Tommy quizzed Kelly about what sights she was taking me to
show off Pittsburgh this week.  Brett asked, "Do you like white water
rafting Kyle?"

   "Sure, it's great," I replied.

   "You got to take him to Ohiopyle, Kelly," Brett said.

   Tommy added, "That's some of the best white water in the state."

   I told them about my experiences rafting on the Lehigh and in the
Pennsylvania Grand Canyon.  We agreed that the trip would be a blast.  Most
of us were waiting to start our summer jobs, so we decided to go rafting on
Friday and avoid the weekend crowds.

   The baseball game turned out to be a good one.  Cole Hamels was pitching
for the Phillies.  Hamels had been playing fantastic since he emerged as
the staff ace a few years earlier.  He was facing Daniel James, a rookie
called up from the Pirates' Triple A Indianapolis Indians a couple weeks
earlier.  He was making his only third start.  The twenty-three year old
kid had done well, having won both of his previous starts.

   Both pitchers held the other team scoreless until the fifth inning. 
Jimmy Rollins managed to get a walk to start the fifth for the Phils. 
Shane Victorino flied out.  Chase Utley worked Dan James to a full count
and managed a single.  Ryan Howard batted fourth.  Facing Howard while
trying to keep Jimmy Rollins from stealing proved to be too much pressure
for the young pitcher.  The next pitch after Rollins stole third proved to
be the kid's undoing.  He hung a breaking ball high and Ryan Howard bashed
it into the stands.

   John Russell, the Pirates manger, had seen enough.  He came out to
relieve the kid now that they were down 3-0 to the Phillies.  Pittsburgh's
reliever managed to get out of the inning without more damage.

   Cole Hamels kept the Pirates scoreless into the eighth inning.  He
walked the first batter and then seemed to run out of gas.  Charlie Manual,
the Phillies manager, pulled Hamels and sent in Tom Gordon.  Tom was a good
pitcher for a lot of years, but this wasn't his night.  He promptly threw a
changeup that didn't fool anyone.  The batter hammered it into the stands
to bring the score to 3-2 Phillies favor.  Gordon managed to get out of the
inning without allowing more trouble.

   Chase Utley got on base with another single in the ninth, but no one was
able to push him in to score.  Brad Lidge took the mound against the
Pirates, hopefully to snuff out any chance of them rallying.  One poor
pitch ended that hope.  Xavier Nady drilled a ball into the stands that
barely stayed fair to tie the game a three each.  Lidge kept the Pirates
from scoring again.

   Kelly groaned when the ninth inning ended.  "I'm going to be in so much
trouble with Daddy," she moaned.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I have an eleven o'clock curfew," Kelly explained.  "We'll never be
home in time if the game goes into extra innings.  My parent will flip out
if I'm home late."

   "I can't believe you have a curfew when you're nineteen, I said.  "Call
and explain, I can't imagine your dad would expect you to walk out on a
game like this."

   Kelly was dubious, but tried anyway.  To her surprise her dad was
willing to relax her curfew so we could stay to the end of the game.  We
would have forty-five minutes to get home after the game was over.  Kelly
promised to call again if traffic was bad leaving the game.

   Neither team scored in the tenth inning.  Jimmy Rollins drew another
walk to start the eleventh.  Shane Victorino moved him ahead with a single.
Chase Utley got a double to bring Jimmy home.  The Phillies sported a
precarious 4-3 lead when the Pirates came up.  Fortunately the Pirates'
bats stayed quiet.  They went down one, two, three.  The disheartened crowd
of Pirates' fans left the stadium quietly to head for home.

   We headed out to my car and joined the long queue of cars trying to exit
the stadium parking area and head home.  Kelly called home a second time to
warn her dad that we would be late.  After she hung up the phone I asked,
"Don't you get sick of having a curfew?  You're nineteen and have been
setting your own schedule for the past year."

   "It hasn't been easy," Kelly admitted.  "I knew it was coming when I got
home.  Anne and Billy still have curfews too."

   "It seems awfully harsh," I said.  "You're on vacation right now until
your summer job starts and you have to get up for breakfast at 6:45.  You
have to be home early like you're a little kid.  It seems like your parents
are overly strict."

   "They care about us Kyle," Kelly explained.  "Don't your parents still
set limits for you?  What would your parents say if you stayed out till one
or two in the morning?"

   "I'd get a stern lecture the next morning from my dad," I answered,
chuckling.  "That happened two weeks ago when I went to a late movie with
my friends.  When we talked Sunday morning Dad said I could stay out as
late as I wanted, as long as I called in so he and Mom wouldn't worry about
me."

   "See?" Kelly responded.  "You have limits too."

   "I guess," I agreed.  I still thought Kelly's parents could give her a
little more slack.  She was old enough to handle it.

   It was a quarter to twelve when we parked in the driveway at Kelly's
house.  Both Kelly and I were more than a little horny from being together
without any opportunity to be physically intimate.  We gave each other a
good night kiss in the car that turned into more too quickly.  I felt up
Kelly's breasts while our tongues twirled together.  Kelly rubbed my crotch
through my shorts.  The blinking porch light reminded us that we had no
privacy.

   "Tomorrow after everyone leaves," Kelly said breathlessly.  "We can take
care of each other properly."

   I nodded in agreement as we straightened ourselves out for the certain
inspection by Kelly's dad.  My hard cock wilted at the prospect of facing
Bill Sr.  with an erection.  Bill asked a couple questions about the ball
game before he wished us a good night.

   Bill Jr.  was asleep when I found my way to the room.  I disrobed and
climbed into the top bunk as quietly as possible.  I fell asleep in a few
minutes.

   --------------------------------------------------

   I woke to the feeling of the bed shaking.  "Hey Kyle, bathroom time!" My
groggy brain eventually recognized Bill Jr.'s voice.

   "Yeah," I answered wearily as I crawled out of the top bunk.  I put on
pants and a shirt and followed him down the hall silently to the bathroom.
I was a little more awake after I splashed some water on my face.

   "What time did you and Kelly get in last night Kyle?" Bill Jr.  asked
from the shower.

   "A quarter to twelve," I answered laconically.

   "Did dad blow his cork?" Bill asked.

   "No," I responded.  "Kelly called home when the Pirate-Phillies game
went into overtime.  Your dad was cool with things."

   "Smart move Kyle," Bill added.  "Dad will skin you alive if you have
Kelly home late and he doesn't know about it."

   "So I gather," I said before I stuck my toothbrush in my mouth.  I
headed back to my room and dressed for breakfast.  I greeted Kathy in the
kitchen before curling up on the living room couch with my book.  Kelly
came down a few minutes later and cuddled with me while she read the
newspaper.

   Kathy served bacon, eggs and English muffins for breakfast.  It was
hearty and enjoyable - much better than my usual breakfasts back home. 
Kelly and I hung out on the living room couch after breakfast until the men
left.  I headed upstairs confident that Kelly and I would have long delayed
reunion consummated shortly.

   I worked up a good lather around my cock and jerked myself off in the
shower.  I knew Kelly wouldn't have much patience for foreplay our first
time that morning.  I wanted to last long enough to satisfy her before I
exploded.  I was half way hard again when I left the bathroom, ready for
action with my lover.

   Kelly met me outside the bathroom door.  I knew instantly from Kelly's
crestfallen look that something was wrong with our plans.  "What?" I asked.

   "MOM!" Kelly answered.  "She took the day off from work to get ready for
Mike's banquet tonight."

   "Jesus!" I cursed.  "Are your parents doing this on purpose?"

   "I don't think so," Kelly answered.  "Please watch your language when my
parents are around."

   "Sorry honey, I'll be more careful." I said.  "What do we do now?"

   "I guess we can head out to Fort Necessity and the Braddock Massacre
site earlier than planned."

   I agreed.  We went downstairs to see her mom before we left.  Kathy
asked if we could be back early and help get some things ready for Mike's
banquet that evening.  We agreed.  It was OK, we suddenly found ourselves
with a couple extra hours on our hands.

   It took Kelly and me an hour and half to get down to Fort Necessity. 
They had a nice visitor center to tell the little known story of how an
unknown twenty-two year old by the name of George Washington found himself
starting a world war known in the U.  S.  as the French and Indian War and
known in Europe as the Seven Years War.  The visitors' center and the
recreation of the little fort helped bring to life what Mr.  McDaniel had
lectured about last semester.

   We toured the Mount Washington Tavern while we were in the area.  We
also went to the Jumonville Glen where the fighting started and to
Braddock's grave along the old National Road.  Kelly and I grabbed a late
lunch in Winnsboro on the way back to Pittsburgh.

   Kelly's mom sent us to the grocery store when we got back to pick up
deli trays and the cake for the evening banquet.  The O'Keefes and the
Hamiltons were catering the meal themselves to lower expenses.  Mike and
his friend David Hamilton were both getting Eagle that evening.

   As the kids got home from school they were put to work getting ready for
the banquet.  Bill Jr., Bill Sr.  and Anne all left work early to be home
in time for the event.  Bill Sr., Kathy, Bill Jr.  and I drove car loads of
food, supplies and family over to the pavilion behind the O'Keefe's church.

   I had forgotten from my visit in March that Bill Sr.  was the troop
committee chairman for his sons' troop.  He looked handsome in his scout
uniform.  Bill Sr.  introduced me to Mr.  Phillips, the scoutmaster of the
troop.  Bill Sr., Bill Jr.  and Mr.  Phillips set up the props for the
ceremony while the rest of us helped set up for the dinner in the pavilion.

   I drew some stares from the families in the troop as they gathered.  No
one could place the guy in uniform with the Pennsylvania Dutch Council's
Troop 312 marked on his shoulder.  Everyone else had Greater Pittsburgh
Council Troop 153 on their uniforms.  Kelly introduced me to the scouts and
their families as they arrived.

   There were probably twenty-five to thirty scouts along with their
parents and siblings at the meal.  The O'Keefe relatives came in large
numbers.  Kelly introduced me to more aunts, uncles and cousins than I
could keep track of.  Brett Dudek and Jason Simpson greeted me warmly when
we met.  Both Brett and Jason were Eagle scouts.

   Kelly introduced me to her grandfather, James O'Keefe.  Mr.  O'Keefe had
been an Eagle Scout as a boy, so he was here to watch the tradition
continue into its third generation.  I ended up seated with Mr.  O'Keefe on
my left and Kelly on my right for dinner.

   The troop hired a caterer to do the meat course for the dinner.  The
Hamiltons, the O'Keefes and a couple other families supplied the side
dishes and salads for the crowd of nearly a 150 people.  We skipped dessert
for now.  The troop would have the cake Kelly and I picked up and ice cream
after the ceremony was over.

   Mr.  Phillips directed everyone to bring their lawn chairs and gather at
the edge of the woods behind the pavilion.  The scouts had built a big
ceremonial campfire up front.  Two Boy Scouts dressed in Native American
costumes lit the fire and called on the Great Spirit to oversee the
ceremonies.

   Mr.  Phillips and the assistant scoutmasters proceeded to hand out
awards for the younger boys first.  Sean proudly showed me the Tenderfoot
badge he had earned a couple weeks earlier.  Patrick earned Family life and
Camping merit badges that evening.  Mike was called up to receive his last
merit badge, Personal Management.

   The Eagle ceremony began by candle and firelight.  It was a beautifully
staged and conducted ceremony.  I was struck as I watched by how true the
words we spoke back home about the brotherhood of scouting were.

   I had only known the O'Keefes for a few months and they accepted me into
the house and family this week.  I was a stranger to members and families
in this troop, but everyone went out of their way to make me feel at home.
The bonds we shared as scouts were real, not simply words we mouthed.

   Brett Dudek and Jason Simpson served as the honor guard that brought
first Mike and then Mike's parents forward during the Eagle ceremony.  Ten
minutes later Mike and David Hamilton raised their right hands and promised
to accept the charge to meet the high expectations placed on Eagle scouts.
Mr.  Phillips proudly pinned the Eagle badge on each boy's shirt pocket.

   I went forward with ten other Eagle scouts from the audience to
congratulate the boys when Mr.  Phillips asked for us.  The ceremony ended
with the traditional Scoutmaster's Benediction.  Everyone returned to the
pavilion for ice cream and cake.

   I found out Mike was working on camp staff this summer like me when we
talked after the ceremony.  He was going to teach campcraft at the Heritage
Scout Reservation.  This was his second year on camp staff.  I
congratulated him and wished him luck in the future.

   I helped the O'Keefes and the other troop leaders clean up when the
court of honor was finished.  It was after 9:30 when we returned to the
O'Keefe home.  Kelly and I watched some TV for awhile that evening before
we went to bed.  We had a big day planned for Friday.

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   Kelly and I told her parents at breakfast that we would find our own
supper that evening after we were done rafting.  We promised that we would
be home around eight pm from the rafting trip.  We gave each other a wink
as we made the promise.  We left a couple extra hours in our time estimate
for some afternoon or early evening lovemaking along some quiet back road
between Ohiopyle and Pittsburgh.

   I was excited about the rafting trip and even more excited about finally
getting an opportunity to make love to Kelly that afternoon.  I had to jerk
off in the shower to relieve some of the tension.  I dressed and went
downstairs.  The downstairs was deserted.

   I checked upstairs and found Kelly in her room.  I knocked.  Kelly
called out, "Come in Kyle."

   "Do you know we're alone?" I asked.  My lover was wearing only panties
as she looked through her dresser drawer full of bras.

   "Of course silly," Kelly said as she looked over at me.  "You don't
think I'd invite you into my bedroom dressed like this if anyone else was
still in the house, do you?"

   "I guess not," I said as I came up behind her and hugged from the back.
I gave her neck a kiss and nuzzled her ear.  "Maybe we could get in a
quickie this morning.  You know - a warm up for later today."

   Kelly turned around and gave me a kiss.  "That's sounds wonderful
Kyle..." She gave me another quick kiss.  "...but we have to leave in ten
minutes."

   I kept one arm around Kelly's back while I slid a hand up and cupped her
left breast while we kissed.  "Maybe we could skip the rafting and spend
the day here making love," I suggested.

   After a long kiss Kelly pushed me away.  "No silly," Kelly insisted. 
"Becky already paid for the trip.  We can't blow off my friends." She gave
me another quick kiss.  "We can wait a few more hours for this.  Go put the
lunch in the car.  I'll be down in a couple minutes."

   "You know I love you," I said as I left her room.

   "I know you do," Kelly answered.  "I love you too Kyle."

   I loaded up our lunch and extra clothes in the car while I waited for
Kelly.  We were on the road ten minutes later.  The drive down to Ohiopyle
State Park was uneventful.  It took about an hour and half to get there. 
The last third of the drive was through some beautiful wooded hills.  Kelly
and I stopped at a convenience store and picked up a map of Somerset
County. Kelly and I wanted to be able to find our way to some
out-of-the-way back road to have privacy after the rafting trip was over.

   We met Becky, Brett, Emily and Jason at the outfitters at the park.  We
filled out the release forms and changed into our swim suits.  I was
slightly disappointed to find Kelly wore a conservative one piece suit
instead of a bikini.  Kelly teased me that she wasn't interested in finding
out if her bikini would stay on if she fell out of the raft in the rapids.

   The temperature was to go into the mid-eighties that afternoon.  The
water would be in the sixties.  The outfitter said we wouldn't need wet
suits.  The guides gave us the safety lecture as the busses took us south
to the upper Youghiogheny River in western Maryland.  The guides warned us
we would be traveling three to a raft with a guide.

   The six of us drew straws.  Becky and Brett lost.  They would be split
between two rafts.  Becky would ride with Kelly and me.  Brett would go
with Emily and Jason.

   The bus dropped us off at Sang Run in Maryland.  We ate our lunch while
the outfitters and guides inflated the rafts and prepared for our trip. 
When they were ready, the outfitters herded us down to the river.

   Our guide's name was Bird.  The origin of his nickname was obvious.  He
was my height but skinny as a rail.  He probably didn't weigh more than 150
pounds.  He had a long pointed nose and chin.

   Bird arranged us in the raft.  He put me in front on the right side. 
Kelly went in front opposite me.  Bird took the back left side and Becky
sat beside him in the back.  Bird pushed us out into the river.  He spent a
couple minutes practicing maneuvering so we were ready for the river.

   When all six rafts were ready, the first raft paddled down river,
followed by the other rafts and two chase kayaks to help anyone in trouble
during the ride.  We went around the corner and the action started
immediately.

   The Yough lived up to its billing.  We had mile after mile of rapids,
falls and chutes to fly through.  Bird coolly directed and maneuvered us
successfully through everything.  He said the Yough dropped 115 feet in
each mile on that section of river.  Bird said we went through fourteen
Class IV and six Class V rapids in the ten miles of river.  Our adrenalin
was still pumping when we paddled to shore at Friendsville.

   Kelly and her friends were right.  This was the best whitewater I had
ever done.  The Lehigh and Pine creek were nice, but they didn't stack up
to the Upper Yough.  I would have to tell Joe Baer about this place.  It
wasn't any farther from Lancaster than Wellsboro and Pine Creek.  I figured
the Venturer Crew could use a new place for next spring's rafting trip. 
Maybe Kelly and I could meet them there and join them for the rafting too.

   The six of us compared notes and talked about the experience as the bus
took us back to Ohiopyle.  All of us had a blast.  We changed into regular
clothes at the outfitters.  They had photos for sale of us going through
one of the Class V rapids.  It was a great picture.  Kelly was wide eyed as
she stared straight down as our raft slid down a six foot drop.  The look
on her face was priceless.  Unfortunately the picture itself did have a
price tag - $25.

   Between the $125 price for rafting, the three tanks of gas I used during
the week and all the other ancillary expenses, I was in debt to Dad to the
tune of $400 for my week with Kelly.  I passed on the picture.

   As we were leaving the outfitter Brett asked, "Do you and Kelly want to
follow us back home?  We could stop off somewhere and have dinner
together." Becky and Emily looked at Kelly expectantly.

   "I don't know," Kelly answered.  "Kyle and I thought we'd take a drive
through the countryside on the way home."

   "Drive through the countryside?" Becky asked dubiously.  I understood
her questioning our choice.  The price of gas didn't allow for such
luxuries as a drive in the countryside usually.

   "You know, for privacy," Kelly added.

   Becky, Emily and Brett nodded knowingly.  Jason nudged me in the ribs
and whispered loud enough for the whole group to hear.  "Privacy?  I guess
Kelly has too many brothers and sisters, huh?"

   I nodded sheepishly.  The other two couples said good bye, waved and
headed north for the turnpike and home.  I drove across the bridge over the
river and drove back one of the park roads.  The map seemed didn't indicate
much was back that except a few hiking trails.  Hopefully, we could find a
quiet spot to park and then a secluded patch of woods to spend time with
each other and satisfy our pent up needs.

   Kelly and I headed south along Rt.  381 a short distance and turned off
towards Kentuck Knob.  We followed the road as it climbed out of the gorge.
When we crested the hill the main road turned left.  We continued straight
onto a side road.  The side road headed downhill beside a small creek.  We
followed it a couple miles into the woods.  I turned off on a jeep road and
pulled my car about thirty feet off the road up to the gate blocking access
to the jeep road.  The road was deserted and it didn't look like anyone
would be by soon.

   "Finally!" I declared.  "We have some privacy."

   Kelly and I leaned together over the center console in my car and
exchanged kisses.  "God!" Kelly sighed when we broke apart.  "I've waited
so long for this."

   We hopped out of the car and met at the back.  I pressed Kelly against
the back of the car and leaned down and kissed her.  Our lips locked
together and our tongues slipped together and twirled as we expressed our
urgent needs.  I slipped a hand up Kelly's T-shirt and under her sport bra
to caress her breast.  Kelly responded with a moan as we continued kissing.
She slid her hand down my shorts and grasped my hard cock and stroked me as
we prepared ourselves for lovemaking.

   Kelly and I jumped apart when we heard someone loudly clear his throat.
We turned and stared as we tried to remove our hands from each other's
clothing.

   "You two need to move along," the park ranger commanded.

   "Sorry," I apologized.  Kelly echoed me.

   "Get moving before I decide to ticket you two for public lewdness." The
ranger added.

   Kelly and I pulled ourselves together as we hurried back to our seats in
my car.  I backed out and headed back to the main road in the park, the
ranger following behind us.  I drove back to Rt.  381 and headed north. 
The park ranger followed us right up to the northern boundary of the park
before he turned back.  He seemed satisfied that we wouldn't try being lewd
in his park again.

   "Shit!" I spat out as I drove north.  "What the hell are we going to do
now?"

   "Could we stop at a motel on the way home?" Kelly asked.

   "I can't afford it," I answered.  "I already charged more on my credit
card than I told Dad I would need this week."

   "I'm broke," Kelly added.  "Daddy gets my first paycheck to pay off my
debts from this spring."

   "What the hell are we going to do?" I asked.

   "You just can't leave for home before we have sex," Kelly said.  "I'll
explode if we can't be together this weekend."

   We drove north, quiet, frustrated and horny.  I had gone about five
miles when I had an idea.  "Kelly, could you ask any of your friends if
they have a private place where we could go tomorrow?"

   "Brilliant," Kelly exclaimed.  "Why didn't I think of that?"

   Kelly started making calls to her friends - Becky first.

   "Hey Beck, this Kelly," My girlfriend explained.

   Kelly answered after a pause, "No, we didn't.  A ranger found us and
threw us out of the park."

   "I know, it sucks, Kelly replied.  "Kyle and I are looking for someplace
to be alone before he leaves.  Can you or anyone in the car help us out?"

   "No, thanks for listening," Kelly said.  "I'll keep calling around."

   She went down the list of her friends - Maria, Jennifer, Patty, and
Mike. No luck with any of them.  Kelly made one more call.

   "Hi Tommy, is Allie home?" Kelly asked.  After a pause she added, "Did
she?  I hadn't heard she was going to see Geoff this weekend."

   After listening a few seconds, Kelly screwed up her courage and asked,
"I know this is a big thing to ask Tommy.  Are your parents going to be
around this weekend?"

   Kelly smiled as she listened.  I wasn't sure whether to be happy or
horrified.  Could the two of us go to her ex-boyfriend's house to make
love? Was that too cruel to Tom?

   "They're away - excellent," Kelly said.  "I know it's a lot to ask, but
would you be willing to let us use your house tomorrow afternoon?" Kelly
smiled as she listened.

   "I'll call you tomorrow after lunch," Kelly said.  "You're the greatest
Tommy, I love you," she added before she clicked her phone off.

   "Are you sure about this Kelly?" I asked.  "How is your ex-boyfriend
going to feel about us having sex in his house?"

   "Tommy is fine with it," Kelly answered.  "I would have preferred to
arrange this through Allison, but she went to Steubenville to see Geoff
this weekend.  Their parents took a trip to Erie.  Tommy said they left an
hour ago and won't be back until Sunday evening."

   "I can't believe your ex is OK with us having sex at his house," I said.

   "Tommy understands frustrated and horny," Kelly explained.  "He just set
things up so he can go to Ohio to see Theresa next weekend."

   "I guess we are going to owe Tom big time," I said.  "I don't know if I
could do this if one of my ex-girlfriends asked me to use my house to be
with her boyfriend."

   "Tommy isn't the love of my life," Kelly answered.  "...but he is a good
friend."

   Kelly's relationship with her ex-boyfriend certainly contrasted with the
disaster I created last fall between Penny and me.  I wondered if their
friendly break-up reflected more maturity on their part than I had or did
it reflect less passion between them than the white hot passion that Penny
and I once had.

   Kelly and I stopped on the outskirts of Pittsburgh for supper.  We
arrived home around 6:30, well before we were expected.  We passed off our
early return home simply as a poor estimate by us yesterday about how long
the raft trip would be.

   We sat down with Bill Sr.  and Kathy that evening to discuss Kelly
attending Aaron Morano's wedding the next month.  It took quite a bit of
convincing to get them to agree.  Her parents would agree only if Kelly had
a proper "roommate" for the trip.  They insisted that she be chaperoned on
the weekend and they certainly didn't want her sharing a room with me.

   Kelly and I agreed to their terms.  Two phone calls home solved the
problem.  I called Zack Hayes first.  He agreed to ask Leigh Ann Bowman to
share a room with Kelly at the wedding.  Bill Sr.  called the Bowmans to
confirm the arrangements.  That settled things - Kelly would be my date for
Aaron and Tania's wedding next month.

   Kelly and I spent the remainder of the evening up in her room (door open
at her dad's insistence) watching a movie.  Kelly's mom announced that the
family breakfast would be at 8:30 on Saturday morning since no one had any
pressing engagements early in the morning.

   I savored the opportunity to sleep later on Saturday morning.  Kelly and
I hung out, reading the newspaper after breakfast and then going to the
mall to go shopping.  We grabbed some lunch at the food court before going
to the O'Brien's house.  Tommy O'Brien was expecting us at one pm.

   The O'Briens lived about half a mile from Kelly's house.  It was a
modern style split level home overlooking a country club.  I parked in the
driveway beside the car Kelly identified as Tommy's.  Tommy answered the
door promptly when we rang the bell.

   "I appreciate you allowing us to use your house Tom," I said when he
invited us inside.

   "You're the best Tommy," Kelly added as she hugged him and gave him a
kiss on the cheek.

   "You're welcome to use my bedroom if you want," Tommy suggested. 
"Allison said you can use her room if you prefer."

   "Why don't we use Allison's," Kelly answered.  "I know this has to be a
little weird for you."

   "I'm OK," Tommy answered.  "I know how hard it is to get privacy around
here."

   "It is," Kelly confirmed.  "Kyle's parents are much more understanding
than ours."

   "Kelly is allowed to share my bed when she comes to visit me in July," I
explained.

   "I understand," Tommy answered.  "Theresa's parents are like that.  They
give us privacy when we want it."

   "That's nice of them," Kelly replied.

   "How much time do you guys need?  Half hour?" Tommy asked.  He saw from
the look on Kelly's face that wasn't enough.  "An hour?"

   "Can you give us two hours Tommy?" Kelly asked sweetly.

   I could see Tommy was surprised at the idea that anyone could need two
hours for sex.  "Two?" he asked after hesitating.  "OK, sure.  I'll be back
like, uh... like three o'clock."

   "You're a dear," Kelly said as she hugged him again.  Tommy left,
locking the front door behind him.

   Kelly grabbed my hand and pulled me up the half flight of steps.  "Let's
go lover, she said.  "Two hours isn't much time to satisfy me."

   Kelly led me to one of the bedrooms.  Allison's room was painted white
with a flowered wallpaper border around the edge of the ceiling.  She had
flowery puffy curtains on the two windows.  The queen sized bed dominated
the room.  A dresser with a large mirror and a chair completed the
furnishings in the room.  Allison had her favorite stuffed animals piled on
the chair.

   "You strip the covers off the bed and get undressed," Kelly instructed.
"I'll borrow a towel from the bathroom.  I don't want to leave a huge mess
in Allie's bed."

   I did as ordered.  I was lying in the bed, naked as the day I was born
when Kelly returned.  Kelly spread out a bath towel in the middle of the
bed, then browsed through Allison's collection of CDs, found something
romantic and put it on as I watched.

   I provided running commentary and praise as Kelly performed a strip
tease for me.  After a minute of teasing, my lover joined me in bed.  I was
hard as steel by then.  I'd like to say our first time was gentle and
loving.  Two weeks of abstinence and half a week of tantalizing closeness
without real intimacy had both of us on edge.  We kissed for a minute and
went straight to the 69 position, me on my back and Kelly on all fours over
top of me.

   My lover was dripping wet already.  I tongued her outer lips while she
nearly swallowed the head of my cock.  We licked and teased each other.  I
couldn't last more than about ninety seconds.  Kelly licked around the head
of my cock and then sucked it back into her mouth.  I blasted a huge load
of sperm down Kelly's throat.  Kelly swallowed the first mouthful and then
let my cock spew into her face, cheeks and chest.

   My cum dripped off her onto my crotch.  Kelly giggled and said, "You
were certainly ready for that."

   "Mmm....  Yeah," I replied, pleasantly buzzed on the endorphins Kelly
released into my brain with my climax.

   Kelly cleaned my manhood with her tongue while I recovered my senses. 
When I was alert again, I rolled Kelly on her back and scooted her up
towards the head of the bed.  Splitting her legs open, I dove in to return
the favor to my lover.

   I licked and teased her inner lips while I slipped one and then two
fingers into my girl's juicy pussy.  She giggled and squirmed while I
excited her with my tongue and fingers.  After a minute I licked down and
rimmed Kelly's opening.  I teased her perineum from her pussy to her
rosebud.  Kelly shuddered.

   "You naughty voyeur," I said between licks.  "Do you want to know what
Chip and Austin were doing to Kim last month?" I shoved my tongue deep
inside her and wiggled it before she could answer.

   Kelly groaned, "Yes!" I circled her rosebud gently with one finger,
slick with her juices while I tongue fucked her.

   "Ooohhh... ooohhh..." Kelly panted as I worked.  I continued teasing
around her rosebud while I tongued her hole.  The thumb on my other hand
circled around Kelly's clitoris, not quite touching it.  When the finger
teasing her hole started to dry I dribbled a little spit on the tip of my
index finger.

   "Do you want to know what the guys did to Kimberly?" I asked before I
drove my tongue back into Kelly's hot, sloppy pussy.

   "Ooohhh... yesss...." Kelly groaned.  I gently pressed my index finger
against her rosebud.  After a few seconds Kelly's rosebud yielded to my
pressure.  I continued wiggling my tongue inside my girl as my left thumb
slowly circled closer to Kelly's clit.  My right index finger penetrated
deeper while my lover squirmed under my assault.

   I continued teasing her clit with my left thumb while that hand tried to
steady my lover's erratic movements.  I used my tongue on her front door
while my index finger on my right hand slid in and out slowly in her back.
I worked her for maybe thirty seconds as Kelly steadily edged closer to
orgasm.  I probed and stretched her back door while tonguing her pussy.

   "OOOhhh... sweet JESUS," my lover screamed as she mashed my head into
her torso and came hard.  I managed to avoid having my nose smashed by my
bucking lover.  I stroked the outside of her legs up to her ass cheeks
while I disengaged.  I sprawled out beside Kelly while she slowly
recovered.

   "Wow!" Kelly exclaimed as she rolled on top of me.  "That was amazing."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I answered.  I gave Kelly a kiss.

   "I never would have guessed it would feel so good to have you stick
something in my ass," Kelly said.  "Do you think that is what it was like
for Kimberly last month?"

   "It was a taste of what it was like," I offered.  "It probably was more
intense for Kim." I held my erection upward with my left hand and waved it.
"This is a lot bigger than this," I said as I held my right index finger
beside it.

   "Could we try this?" Kelly asked as she stroked the head of my cock.

   "You want to try anal today?" I asked doubtfully.  "I don't know if that
would be a good idea.  You want to start with thinner things like this..."
I said as I wiggled my index finger for her.  "...work your way up to
larger things slowly."

   "You're the expert Kyle," Kelly said with a wink.  She gave me a kiss
and pulled me on top of her as she rolled on her back.  "Let's do this the
conventional way."

   Kelly reached between our bodies and positioned my seven incher at her
opening.  I raised my upper body over Kelly while I let the weight of my
torso sink my cock into Kelly.

   A shiver ran down my spine from the feel of my skin sliding along the
hot juicy walls of Kelly's silky tunnel.

   "Mmmmmm..." Kelly purred as I slowly sank in until our pubic areas met.
"I've needed that so much Kyle."

   "I know," I answered.  I lowered my head down and gave Kelly a kiss.  "I
love you," I said as I started to pump in and out.

   I was quite sensitive after no pussy for two and a half weeks.  I
managed to last a respectable six to eight minutes before my need to cum
became urgent.  I slowed down and tried to grind on Kelly's clitoris with
each stroke.  I coaxed my lover to another orgasm.

   Kelly's squirms and the throb of her spasming love canal around my cock
pushed me to orgasm too.  With a grunt I drove my cock as deep as possible
into Kelly and blasted my load of sperm into her womb.  The two of us
collapsed into a sweaty, tired heap.

   We cuddled together for a bit and then started making out.  We did that
for awhile until Kelly asked me to do her doggie style.  Kelly kneeled in
front of me on her hands and knees.  I positioned my hard cock at her
opening, grasped her hips in my hands and plunged in.

   "Unnh!" Kelly grunted as I hit bottom.  I withdrew part way and plunged
my cock back into my lover.  "God, I love you Kyle."

   Kelly and I quickly established our familiar rhythm, me pushing my
sensitive cock in as my lover pushed back against me.  We pulled apart
slightly and pushed together again, Kelly's boobies swaying in time to our
thrusts.

   Kelly loved this position.  It gave her a chance to play with her
clittie while I boffed her.  I continued thrusting through each of Kelly's
two orgasms.  When Kelly recovered from the second she said, "Mmmm... that
was great.  It's your turn baby."

   Kelly pulled away from me, rolled over on her back and opened her legs
wide for me.  "Do me deep Kyle," Kelly purred.

   I moved forward until my cock nudged apart her labia.  "Ready?" I asked
as Kelly raised her legs up.  I grasped them and put them on my shoulders
as she nodded her readiness.  I speared my fleshy pole into my lover.

   Kelly knew I loved this position.  I was lucky to have a lover
considerate enough to think of me while we mated.  "Give it to me hard
baby," Kelly begged.  I banged away fast and deep, trying to satisfy myself
and Kelly at the same time.

   Kelly was certainly primed.  She fired off with another orgasm a minute
later.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to hers
as she did a split and let her legs slide off my shoulders.  We exchanged
kisses and teased each other with the tips of our tongues.  Her pussy
begged my cock to fill it as it throbbed and spasmed around my fleshy rod.

   My balls tingled as I felt my own ecstasy build.  I thrust hard once,
twice... "Oh God, almost therrrree....." I groaned.

   Kelly wrapped her legs around my ass cheeks as I drove in a final time.
My cock bottomed out as it belched gobs of sticky white cum deep into my
lover.  I collapsed on top of Kelly, insensible, as my cock pulsed and
filled her with my love juice.

   Kelly rolled us on our sides as I lay there semi-comatose.  She kissed
me and murmured, "That was the best baby..." She covered my face with
kisses as I recovered from my orgasm.

   I started returning kisses when I was able.  Kelly stretched out and
rolled her body against mine.  We kissed and cuddled for awhile, enjoying
the closeness.

   Kelly broke the spell.  She glanced at the clock and said, "I guess we
should get cleaned up."

   "Oh?"

   "We have about twenty minutes until Tommy is supposed to be back," she
explained.

   "Yeah," I admitted as I sat up.  "We owe Tom a lot for letting us use
his home today." I stared at Kelly.  She had a sheen of perspiration
covering her lovely skin.  Her hair was matted and disheveled.  The two of
us had put out a lot of heat as we shared ourselves with each other.

   "Tommy is a really great guy," Kelly explained as climbed out of bed. 
"We'd better get a quick shower.  My parents can't see us looking like
this." Kelly wiped my bangs off my sweaty forehead.

   "Together?" I asked hopefully.  "We can save time and water."

   "You have to behave yourself if we do that," Kelly insisted.  "I'd be
embarrassed if Tommy came home and we were doing it."

   "I'll behave myself," I promised.  I was looking forward to sharing a
shower with Kelly.  We never had the opportunity to do that at college.  We
didn't try it on spring break either, since we both had all the sex we
could want that week.

   Kelly and I put some clothes on and hurried down the hallway to the
bathroom.  I got the water ready in the shower while Kelly undressed.  She
hopped in first while I stripped.

   I massaged her scalp as I worked the shampoo into her hair.  I soaped
Kelly's lovely body.  She cooed as I ran my soapy hands all over her body.
Not unexpectedly, I got hard from rubbing and caressing her lovely naked
body.  I helped Kelly rinse off.

   Kelly poured some shampoo in her hand and washed my hair first.  She was
very gentle as she worked the suds into my scalp.  Next Kelly took the soap
and lathered up my front.  She was especially thorough around my cock and
balls.  She did my legs next and then had me turn around.  She soaped my
broad back and then worked her hands up and down my sides.

   Kelly wrapped an arm around me and pulled my body tight against hers.  I
could feel her slippery body slide against mine, her nipples boring into my
back.  She reached around me with her other hand and soaped up my cock
again.  She carefully stroked it.

   "It's clean already Kell" I gasped.

   "I want to be thorough," Kelly answered playfully.

   "Be careful," I warned as she continued stroking me.  "Don't start
something you can't finish."

   Kelly tugged my cock, turning me around to face her.  "Who says I can't
finish?"

   I leaned down and gave her a kiss.  Kelly responded immediately,
pressing her tongue into my mouth.  She let go of my cock and hugged me
against her body.  We kissed passionately as our slick bodies rubbed
against each other as the hot water ran down over us.  My hard cock,
trapped between us, rubbed Kelly's stomach.  A couple minutes of
blisteringly hot kissing turned both of us on again.

   "God!" Kelly gasped when we separated for air.  "I need you again Kyle."
I ground my cock against her.  "I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow."

   "Are you sure?" I asked as I pulled away from her a little.  Kelly's
only answer was to grab my cock and point it down toward her love hole.

   I bent down a little and positioned myself with Kelly's assistance. 
When my cock hit her hole, she wrapped her arms around my neck.  I stood
up, driving my hard-on into her pussy and lifting her off the tub floor. 
Kelly sank down until I was fully impaled in her.  I wrapped my arms around
her back as I backed Kelly up against the wall of the tub.

   We did the wild thing together as the water cascaded over our bodies. 
Kelly rode my rod as I thrust up hard into her body.  The angle was just
right for Kelly's clittie to grind between our bodies as we bumped and
ground together.  Kelly convulsed after a couple minutes of bouncing on my
cock.

   I continued balling her through her sweet death.  Kelly's pussy clenched
and spasmed around my seven incher as I continued pumping her.  She had one
small climax after another while we screwed.  The heat, the friction and
the clenching of her love muscle drove me to pop my nut faster than normal.
I thrust up hard one more time with Kelly suspended from the tub, clinging
to me.

   "Unnh... unnhhh..  unnhhhh..." I grunted as my cock pulsed and delivered
the last of my cream to my lover.  "Ooohhh... God!" I murmured as I drained
myself into Kelly.  This pushed her over the edge again.

   Kelly groaned, "Jeeee-susssss....." as she climaxed too.  I leaned
forward, pinning her against the shower wall as our bodies throbbed and
trembled from our release.  I let Kelly back down to the tub floor when our
bodies relaxed.

   Our timing was excellent.  The water started to get cold as we cleaned
ourselves.  We dried each other off after the shower and dressed.  We
hurried because the unplanned third time together had taken us past the
promised two hours of privacy at the O'Briens.  Tom might have been around
to hear the final throes of passion.

   We confirmed that we had been overheard when we left the bathroom.  Tom
O'Brien was walking down the hall towards his room.

   "I guess you guys had fun," Tom commented.  "I didn't expect you two to
still be at it two hours later."

   "You're the greatest Tommy," Kelly said.  She gave him a kiss on the
cheek.  "I'll always love you." Tom whispered something to Kelly.  She
leaned in and whispered something in his ear.  Tommy smiled and nodded in
reply.

   "Thanks man," I added.  "We were pretty desperate for privacy after
spending this week together."

   "I understand completely," Tom answered.  "Theresa and I get like that
sometimes."

   We gathered up the rest of our things from Allison's room, thanked Tom
again and headed out.  Kelly took the driver's seat and headed for the
Pittsburgh zoo.  We had told her parents that we were going to the zoo in
the afternoon.  They didn't need to know we were going spend one hour
there, not three.

   When we were on the road I asked, "What did you whisper to Tom when he
caught us together in the bathroom?"

   "I told him we would have a talk," Kelly explained.  "I want to give him
some tips for Theresa.  He couldn't understand how the two of us could have
sex for over two hours.  He's a sweet guy and I want to help him have fun
with his girl."

   "Are you sure you should be discussing sexual techniques with your
ex-boyfriend?" I asked.  "What if he got the wrong idea?"

   "It's fine Kyle,' Kelly explained.  "Tommy is a crazy about Theresa as I
am about you.  There isn't any romance left between us.  Tommy is a dear
friend who could use some ideas that I learned from you.  I want him and
Theresa to be as happy as we are."

   "OK," I answered.  "I'll let this up to your good judgment."

   Kelly had us at the zoo in about fifteen minutes.  We parked in the
outer lot nearest the river and hiked up to the main gate.  I paid for
tickets.  We headed inside past the concession stands, walked under the
highway and into the zoo proper.  We walked past the elephants, rhinos and
lions.  We spent some time in the tropical forest building looking at the
monkeys, mandrills and orangutans.  We double timed it around the rest of
the loop through the zoo.  Kelly and I were expected home for dinner at six
pm.

   We made it back a few minutes before Kathy was ready to serve dinner.  I
enjoyed the time talking with the family over dinner.  Kathy was an
excellent cook and the family's conversation was interesting.

   After dinner Kelly and I went to the movies with Patty and Mike.  We
stopped for ice cream on the way home.  It was a fun evening.  Kelly and I
made it home a few minutes before her eleven o'clock curfew.  We headed to
bed after exchanging good night hugs and kisses.

   Bill Jr.  was in the bedroom when I came in.  I stripped down for bed
and climbed into the top bunk.  Bill was browsing on-line.  He continued
for a few minutes before asking, "You ready for lights out?"

   "Sure," I answered.

   Bill turned off the lights and climbed in the lower bunk.  After he
settled in he asked quietly, "You and Kelly - you found some privacy this
afternoon didn't you?"

   "Ummm... yeah." I admitted.

   "Good," Bill said decisively.  "She needed that."

   "How'd you know?" I asked.

   "She has been a real bear since she got home from college - pissy and
frustrated," Bill explained.  "Tonight she's all smiles and sweetness.  It
wasn't hard to figure out if you were looking for it."

   "I hope your dad doesn't notice," I said.

   "I doubt it," Bill answered.  "You two don't listen to that non-sense
the idiots in Rome spout do you?"

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "The rubbers are a sin non-sense," Bill responded.  "I'm too young to be
an uncle yet."

   "I know that feeling Bill," I answered.  "When we uhhh..." I hesitated
while I tried to think of a suitable euphemism.  "... became intimate, I
insisted that we had to be careful.  I know about being an uncle too soon."

   "Oh?" Bill asked.

   "My younger brother Andy has twin sons," I explained.  "Andy is Mike's
age."

   "Ouch," Bill commented.  "I guess you know about being careful then."
After a pause Bill added, "Kelly is nuts about you.  You treat her right."

   "I'm in love with her too," I explained.  "I'll take care of her."

   "Good," Bill answered.  "I wouldn't want to have to hurt you."

   I knew he didn't mean it from the way he chuckled after he said it.  I
was a couple inches taller and out-weighed him by twenty pounds.  With all
the workouts I did, both of us knew he had no chance if we ever fought.  We
said good night and went to sleep after that.

   I followed Bill Jr.  to the bathroom on Sunday morning.  I brushed my
teeth, shaved and washed my face while he used the shower.  We swapped, me
showering while Bill finished at the sink.  We finished dressing for Mass
in the bedroom and then went downstairs.

   I headed for the living room, hoping to read the newspaper before
breakfast.  Sean had the comics already and Bill Sr.  had the sports.  I
grabbed the front section and settled down on the couch.

   "One of your ex-teammates made the news yesterday," Bill Sr.  said when
I was seated.

   "Who?" I asked.

   "Aaron Morano," Bill Sr.  answered.  "He signed his contract with the
49ers yesterday."

   "How much did he sign for?" I asked.

   "Twenty-four million dollars," Bill replied.  "He has a six year
contract and a five million dollar signing bonus."

   "Cool," I replied.  "That's great.  He'll be able to pay off his Thon
pledge now."

   "Thon?" Bill Sr.  asked, perking up.  "Do they still hold the
dance-a-thon?"

   I filled Bill Sr.  in on the story of how Kelly and I helped the Omega
Chi fraternity raise funds for the Thon, how Aaron had helped make it a
success and finished by telling him the story of how Aaron proposing to
Tania while they danced at the Thon.  Kelly joined us in the middle of the
story.  She helped me get all the details straight.  Bill seemed to enjoy a
little inside dope on the Nittany Lions.

   Kathy called the family for breakfast.  She served waffles, apple juice
and sausage.  Bill Jr.  headed for his girlfriend's house after breakfast
to pick her up for Mass.  Kelly and I followed the rest of the family to
the church.  Father Callahan had a good message with the day's service.  He
greeted me warmly and by name after the service was over.  I was impressed
by the father's memory.  The only time we met was over two and half months
ago.

   I stayed for lunch with Kelly and her family after the service.  Kelly
helped my load up my bags after lunch.  I went around the house and thanked
each member of the family for their hospitality this week.

   Kelly came outside to say good bye before I headed for home.  I was
sorry I had promised Mom and Dad that I would be home for supper that
evening.  Kelly and I hugged and kissed before I climbed in the car.

   "I'm going to miss you so much Kyle," Kelly whined.

   "Don't start again sweetie," I replied.  I took her head in both hands
and gave her a kiss.  When I pulled away I stared straight into her eyes.
"It is only four weeks until Aaron's wedding.  You can last that long
without me."

   "I know," Kelly answered.  "I just wish I didn't have to."

   "You'll make it," I said.  "After Aaron's wedding we only have four more
weeks.  You're still planning to come for a long weekend before I go back
to campus, right?"

   "Of course Kyle," Kelly promised.  "I wouldn't miss it."

   "I'll show you a good time in Lancaster County," I replied.  I glanced
quickly around to make sure we were alone.  "My parents won't care if you
share my bed every night."

   "I can't wait," Kelly said.  I gave her a final kiss before I climbed in
my car.

   "Remember yesterday," I said.  "That'll get us through until the
wedding."

   Kelly leaned through the window and gave me a final kiss.  "I love you
Kyle."

   "I love you too Kelly," I answered.  Kelly stood back and waved as I
backed out of her driveway.  I waved before I put the car in forward and
headed east for the turnpike and home.

   (To be continued)



   Chapter 19

   ==========

   I arrived home a little after five o'clock on Sunday evening from my
trip to Pittsburgh.  Liz and Dad were in the kitchen finishing preparations
for our supper.  I headed into the family room and found Andy and the
twins. Connor spotted me first.  He cried out "Unka Ky!" and toddled
towards me.  Noah squealed "Ky!" He made about four steps before he fell on
his bottom.  Noah wasn't as skilled at walking as his brother.  He crawled
towards me at top speed.

   Connor reached me first.  He pulled himself up on my leg and cried "Ky!"
expectantly.

   I hoisted him up, gave him a kiss and nuzzled his nose.  "Airplane ride
Connor?" I asked.  My nephew giggled and smiled.  I held him aloft over my
head and let him "fly" above me.  Connor giggled and laughed.  Noah had
reached me and was holding himself up on my right leg.  I set Connor down
and picked up Noah, giving him the same treatment his brother got.

   Andy and I talked about my trip to Pittsburgh until Liz called us for
dinner.  Everyone filed into the kitchen and had seats.  Liz had baked a
ham for dinner.  It was nice to be home again, taking part in our usual
family discussions over dinner.

   Liz talked about how much she enjoyed the movie her date, Alan Henkel,
took her too.  Andy bitched about how it was working the kitchen at his job
last night.  Andy had been promoted from bus boy to prep cook last month. I
told the family about my trip to Pittsburgh.

   I had a serious question that I broached over dinner.  I planned to
prepare for school in the fall in the next two weeks.  I wanted the two
days I had after scout camp and before football camp to be free for Kelly
when she visited.  I needed new clothes.  The training I had done in the
past year had the proper effect on me.  Most of last year's clothing was a
little tight.  My shoulders were broader, my neck was thicker, and the
muscles in my legs were thicker.  I tipped the scales at a few pounds over
200 pounds.

   My two year old sport coat was too small to button.  My shirt collars
were too tight.  I felt like Tyler Madden last summer in the T-shirts I had
now.  They were about two sizes too small.

   Thankfully Mom and Dad agreed that they would pay for my clothing while
I was I college.  Mom wanted me to get myself a nice suit to wear at
Aaron's wedding and other special occasions that might come up.  Dad told
me to charge it to my credit card and give him the sales slips, so he
wouldn't add their costs to what I owed him after college.

   I fell back into my at-home routine quickly.  Work out with Andy, Ed,
Jeremy and Hal then go for a run.  I took care of grocery shopping for the
week on Monday.  I also went to Park City Mall and purchased a new suit,
two dress shirts, dress socks and a couple new ties.  They fitted me for
the suit at the store and told me it would be ready for pick up on Friday.

   Mom started maternity leave while I was in Pittsburgh last week.  I
helped Mom as much as I could.  I felt bad for her - it's tough being
pregnant at age forty.  She rested all the time but never could get
comfortable.  The poor lady had to go to the bathroom constantly. 
Hopefully my little sister or brother would be born on time.  I hated the
idea of Mom carrying the kid past her due date.

   Zack Hayes and Coach Caffrey made their annual appearance to observe
spring practice on Tuesday afternoon.  Ed, Jeremy and I were able to spend
a little time helping them evaluate the talent on the team.

   Tex Johanson was excellent.  He was fielding about a dozen scholarship
offers for college, same as my brother Andy.  Penn State was one of the
schools recruiting him.  The University of Texas wanted him too, so I
wasn't sure if we'd be able to land him.  Of course, I couldn't talk to Tex
about the scholarship offer yet.  I promised myself that I would start
e-mailing him in July when I was allowed to help recruit him.

   The other guys in the secondary with Tex looked strong.  The linebackers
were a solid group.  Coach Caffrey said the offensive and defensive lines
would be solid too.  The guys were fanatics in the weight room.  They would
be able to handle the competition in the Lancaster-Lebanon League.

   Andy was the standout on what looked to be a strong receiving corps. 
Coach Caffrey and Zack both were impressed with Dave Mitchell.  He would be
excellent with more experience and with his speed.  Ryan Anderson was ready
to bang with the big guys when needed and had good hands for catching the
ball too.  Tight end would be solid for our team.

   We focused on quarterback last.  Logan Mitchell was well prepared to
lead the team - he knew the plays, had good command in the huddle.  He'd be
a solid quarterback this coming season.

   Zack praised Matt's athleticism and strong arm.  He commented that Matt
reminded him of another young kid a few years ago with his absolute
determination to be a starter.  Of course Zack meant Ed four years ago. 
The rest of us observed that Matt was unpolished.  He had a lot of
potential but none of us felt he was ready to be the Wolverines' starter
this season.  Logan was going to have his hands full keeping the starter's
job the next season when he was a senior and Matt was a junior.

   The group's conclusion was that our high school team stood a good chance
at the playoffs again next season and possibly could make another run at
the state championship again.

   I thanked Zack again after practice for agreeing to "room" with me at
Aaron's wedding while Leigh Ann "roomed" with Kelly.  Of course none of us
actually expected Zack and me in one room and Kelly and Leigh Ann in the
other.  It was a little fiction that made Kelly's parents happy.

   The Wolverine senior class finished classes Wednesday afternoon.  Most
of the class drove down Route 30 blaring their horns in celebration after
lunch.  I remembered the giddy feeling of finishing thirteen years of
education that I felt last year.

   Jake Kring, Kenny Weaver and Jason Harting showed up as usual Thursday
afternoon to run the final passing drill of the spring.  All of them were
in great moods.  Jake, of course, was off to Syracuse in seven weeks to
play for the Orangemen.

   Kenny was attending Villanova University and would play linebacker for
them.  He was looking forward to the opportunity to continue playing.

   This practice marked the end of football for Jason.  He was attending
Penn State in the fall, though he was commuting to the Berks Campus in
Reading, not to the main campus in State College.  Jason and I would
probably catch up with each other in a year or two when he transferred to
University Park.  Jason was studying to become an agricultural engineer.

   Ed, Jeremy and I called over Jason, Jake, Kenny and conferred for a
minute.  Jake called everyone at the practice into a big semi-circle and
asked for Andy, Tex, Jim Griffin, Pat Jones and Ryan Anderson to come to
the front of the group.

   Jake began his speech.  "I want to thank everyone for coming out this
spring to participate in the passing drills.  I believe you guys are laying
the foundation for another strong year and a good defense of the
championship we won last December.

   "These drills were started four years ago by Zack Hayes when I was just
a kid in middle school.  I learned a lot from him that first spring.  Ed,
Jeremy and `Coach' took over the following year." Jake said as he gestured
to the three of us.

   "For the next three years these guys carried on coaching and teaching
us. I owe them for what I've achieved this year.  This past winter and
spring I've tried to pay back their contributions to the team by helping
you guys get ready for next season." Jake turned and looked at my brother
and the other juniors standing up front with him.

   "Andy, Tex, Jim, Ryan - it's your turn now.  Undoubtedly you guys will
be the leaders next season.  When the season is over I expect each of you
to continue this tradition of our team and develop the younger guys so the
Wolverine winning tradition stays alive.  Do any of you want to say
anything?"

   Andy and the other three guys stared at each other for a few seconds. 
Andy stepped forward after the other guys nodded their agreement.

   Every eye was on Andy as he spoke.  "I'll speak since I have been on
varsity longest.  I want to echo Jake's thanks to my brother, to Ed and to
Jeremy for the years they worked to help us develop in state champions.  On
behalf of the team, I want to thank Jake, Ken and Jon for their help this
spring.  We've set the ground for continuing our team's winning tradition."
Andy paused and scanned the faces in the semi-circle.

   "I want everyone to continue their weight training programs and running.
The fourth quarter is going to be ours next season." Andy paused and
scanned the crowd.  He smiled as he saw his teammates nodding in agreement.
"Everybody in," my brother commanded.

   The group huddled together, thrusting their hands into the middle of the
crowd.  "Remember our watchword," Andy shouted.  "Excellence on three!"

   "one... Two....  THREE... EXCELLENCE!" the crowd shouted.  The group
split up, everyone enthused to prepare for the next season.

   Matt Sauder, Cody Stevens and Dave Mitchell came over to Ed and me as
the group was heading for their cars.

   Matt asked, "Kyle?  Can the three of us practice with you guys and your
friends after lunch at summer camp the way we did last summer?" Cody and
Dave looked hopefully at us.

   I glanced at Ed and saw him nod yes and smile.  "Sure guys.  We'd be
happy to practice with you when you get to camp."

   "Thanks," Matt replied enthusiastically.  Matt, Dave and Cody turned to
leave.

   I added, "See you next month guys."

   The three turned back.  Dave gave me a funny look and said, "We have to
report to camp the Sunday after next."

   "Oh," I answered.  "You're working there?"

   "Sure," Matt replied.  "We're uhhh...."

   "Counselors in training," Dave added.

   "It's going to be an awesome summer!" Cody added.  "I can't wait."

   Ed and I congratulated the boys.  Six more weeks of tutoring was going
to really help these guys.  We waved good bye as they climbed in Mrs. 
Sauder's car.

   ----------------------------------------------------

   I picked up my new suit on Friday and also shopped for casual clothes
for next fall.  I bought new khakis, underwear, socks, and polo shirts.  I
picked up a new pair of sneakers too - Nikes of course, the university had
an exclusive deal with Nike to supply our athletic shoes.  You have to take
care of the hand that feeds you.

   I filled my time with reading, studying the playbook, watching movies
and helping Mom.  This break before camp made me really appreciate what
women went through during pregnancies.  I couldn't imagine doing what she
was doing myself; carrying a baby in my tummy for nine months.  Mom bore it
all with grace and good humor.

   My gang of friends decided to go out to the Green Iguana together on
Saturday night.  Andy had a rare night off from work and went to a party
Jake Kring threw to celebrate his graduation from high school the previous
evening.  Andy had worked so many hours during the previous week that he
was required by the child labor laws to take off on Saturday night.

   Ed and Paige; Jeremy and Kathy; Hal and Tammy; and Drew and Stacie came.
Brandon invited Amber Hunsecker, a newly graduated friend of his from high
school.  Penny took off that weekend for New Jersey to spend time with her
boyfriend Marco.  Holly had to work, so I ended up going stag.

   I had fun.  The first band was excellent.  The girls in our group gave
me a few dances.  The second band had started up around midnight and they
were really kicking.  I called home and let Dad know that I planned to stay
until the club's 1:30 closing time.  He told me to have fun and be quiet
when I got home.

   I was shocked when I arrived home and didn't find Andy's car in the
driveway.  I left the porch light and hallway light on when I went to bed.
Dad had a note taped to the banister for Andy.  I glanced at it before I
went to bed.  It said: "Andrew, BE QUIET!  We will have a SERIOUS
discussion in the morning.  Be in my study at 7:30 am.  Dad"

   I managed to get to bed without waking up the twins.  I had just settled
in when I heard someone come in the front door and come up the steps
quietly.  I confirmed that it was Andy returning from Jake's party when he
slipped into his room adjoining mine.  My poor brother was in for a raft of
shit in the morning when he saw Dad.

   I slept as late as I could on Sunday morning, hurried through a shower
and grabbed a bagel on the way out the door to church with the family. 
Andy looked a little worn out from his late night, but otherwise was
unharmed from his meeting with Dad in the morning.  He was tight lipped and
grim.  Andy didn't seem to look hung over - I knew that look too well.

   I knew his discussion with Dad couldn't have gone well.  I wondered what
my brother was thinking to miss his weekend curfew by more than two hours.
I didn't ask questions, I knew I'd find out eventually from Andy.

   I didn't get a chance to talk privately with Andy until later in the
afternoon when the twins went upstairs for their nap.  Andy and I were
alone in the family room.  I didn't beat around the bush with Andy - we'd
always been able to talk directly.

   "What the hell were you thinking last night when you missed your curfew
by more than two hours?" I asked.

   "You know I haven't had much of a social life since the twins were born,
right?" Andy replied.

   "Yes," I responded.

   "I was enjoying being a kid for an evening," Andy explained.

   "Were you out drinking?" I asked.

   "One beer all night," Andy answered.  "Jake had invited most of the
people from our trip to Algonquin."

   "Three years ago?" I asked.

   Andy nodded yes and continued.  "Morgan was there with Jake, Lindsey,
Eric and Sammy, Mark, Paul, me..." Andy paused for a second.  "...Heather -
we were all there."

   I smiled.  My brother's extra two hours out was beginning to make sense.
I let Andy continue the story.

   "We had a blast reminiscing about our trip to Canada.  Heather and me -
all the stories helped remind us of how much fun we had as a couple back
then.  When Jake started the music up Heather and I danced - a lot.  It
simply felt... right.  It was nearly midnight when Heather suggested the
two of us find some privacy..."

   "... to screw each other's brains out," I added.

   "Coarse..." Andy answered.  "... but accurate.  Do you realize how long
it's been since I slept with a girl?" I shook my head no.  "Since my visit
to Penn State last fall.  I got an opportunity and I took it.  Heather and
I went over to the township park.  We made love on a blanket down by the
creek to the sounds of the water - just like we did in Canada."

   "How bad is your punishment?" I asked.

   "I'm grounded for two weeks," Andy answered.

   "Was it worth it?"

   "Hell yeah," Andy said.  "It's not like I have a life or anything.  I
still have to go to work every day.  I come home after that and look after
the twins.  That's my life now.  What changes with me being grounded?"

   "Nothing, I guess," I conceded.  "So, what's the deal with you and
Heather?  Are the two of you dating again?"

   Andy snorted and laughed.  "Heather and me date again?  I doubt it. 
Probably she'll hate me tomorrow when I see her at school."

   "What is it between the two of you?" I asked.  "Obviously there is a
spark between the two of you."

   "Spark?" Andy replied.  "Usually followed by white hot flame and then
charred smoldering embers.  We make each other crazy."

   "You do," I agreed.  "Maybe someday the two of you will figure out how
to be together without things blowing up."

   "Maybe," Andy replied.  "I'm not counting on it, but maybe."

   I headed upstairs to my room to spend some time studying my playbook. 
Dad came to my room about an hour later.  He popped his head in my door and
asked, "Do you have a couple minutes Kyle?"

   "Sure Dad, what's up?" I replied.

   Dad came in my room, closed the door behind him and had a seat on my
bed. "I'm trying to understand why Andrew so blatantly defied your mother
and me last night.  Do you know what he was doing after his curfew?"

   "I do," I answered.  "But I'm not sure I want to betray Andy's
confidences."

   "I understand," Dad said.  "Can you let me know in general terms what
was going on?"

   "OK, I'll try."

   "Was Andrew out drinking last night?" Dad asked.

   "Not really," I said.

   "That means it must have been a girl," Dad said.  I nodded in agreement.
"This is what is so frustrating about being a parent sometimes.  Why didn't
Andrew just invite the girl to come home with him?  Mother and I have
always tried to be understanding when you boys needed to have privacy to
have sex."

   "What would you have said if the girl's parents didn't know she was
going to spend the night with Andy?" I asked.

   "Mother and I couldn't have allowed it if the girl's parents didn't
know," Dad conceded.

   "Now you know why Andy did what he did," I replied.  "He's had a
difficult time the last year, especially with girls.  He had an opportunity
last night and he took it."

   "Andrew has had a hard time this past year," Dad answered.  "I'm so
proud of how he has conducted himself.  He's accepted his responsibilities
and learned to be a good father for the twins."

   "Make sure you let him know that Dad," I said.  Dad nodded in agreement.
After a couple seconds pause I asked, "Would you mind giving a little
parenting advice?  Why are you and Mom so understanding about us kids
having sex with our partners?  It's such a contrast to most of my friends'
parents, especially Kelly's parents."

   "Kelly's parents?" Dad asked.  "They're not as open about sexuality as
us?"

   "Open?  Not at all," I explained.  "They act as if their children are
totally innocent.  Kelly and I only had one opportunity to be together all
week.  Why are you and Mom so different from other parents?"

   Dad sighed and answered, "I guess we're trying not to be like our
parents.  You already know about the Martin libido." I chuckled and nodded
my agreement.  "Your mother isn't any different from me that way.  Our
parents were probably a lot like Kelly's parents.  Sex is dirty and
something that isn't discussed in polite society.  People remain virgins
until they marry.  That was how your mother and I were brought up."

   "Reality didn't work that way," I teased.

   "No," Dad answered.  "I was a teenager with hormones raging through my
body.  Celibacy wasn't an option.  I hated lying to my parents about that
part of myself and sneaking around to be with girls.  I promised myself I
wouldn't do that to my children.  I've tried to encourage you and your
siblings to be open with Mom and me."

   "I appreciate that Dad," I said.  "Considering that, do you really need
to punish Andy?"

   "I do son," Dad explained.  "I can't have my children willfully
disobeying your mother and me.  If Andy had called at midnight and
explained that he wanted to stay at the party longer, I probably would have
let him stay out late.  He can't come home two hours after his curfew and
not have consequences."

   "I guess that makes sense," I said.  "Thanks for being understanding
about sex with us kids.  It certainly is different from Kelly's parents."

   "You didn't share her room when you went out there?" Dad asked.  His sly
grin told me he already knew the answer to that question.

   "No," I said, laughing hard.  "Kelly and I most emphatically did NOT
share a bedroom.  Kelly shares her room with her sister Anne."

   Dad gave me a wink and said, "You mean you and Kelly expect to share a
bedroom when she visits next month?"

   "Yesss..." I said.

   "Are you going to be a gentleman and take the top bunk in your room or
are you going to make her sleep on top?" Dad teased.

   "I was hoping we could sleep downstairs in the new bedroom in the
basement," I replied.

   "I think we can allow that for a couple days," Dad responded.  "It might
be best anyway.  Is Kelly as uh... boisterous... in bed as Penny?  I
wouldn't want the twins to wake up and overhear that."

   I blushed a little as I answered.  "Kelly and I do have fun together.  I
agree that the basement would be better than the two of us trying to
squeeze into one of the bunk beds." Dad smiled.  "Not that we couldn't pull
it off.  We manage to share a dorm bed successfully."

   Dad left after I thanked him for the talk.  I was a little sorry I
couldn't help Andy more with his punishment.  He did earn it.  I was also
pleased to confirm that Kelly and I could use the extra bedroom in the
basement.  I was looking forward to that weekend.

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   My last week of vacation went too quickly.  I packed everything for my
summer at scout camp.  I had everything collected and ready to pack for
college in the fall too.  I was scheduled to leave scout camp on Thursday
night, July 28th.  I wanted to maximize my free time with Kelly.  I didn't
have to report to campus until Sunday, August 1st.  I wasn't going to waste
one second of Kelly's visit on non-essential things like buying things for
school.

   Ed and I hung out together a lot.  All the rest of our friends had
started their summer jobs.  We watched movies together.  We even spent some
time in the back yard tossing the football, just like we had done for
almost half our lives.

   My quiet empty house disappeared that week.  Andy and Liz had half days
of school Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.  When school let out on Wednesday,
Liz was around all day.  Andy started working full time on Thursday at the
restaurant.  Will and Abby arrived from Philadelphia on Tuesday evening. 
They spent the rest of the week with the family.  They stayed the basement
guest room.

   I gathered from Kelly's e-mails and on-line chats that she was learning
to handle our separation better.  She started work as an intern at a local
advertising newspaper that week.  She enjoyed the being at the paper, even
if the work she did was kind of boring.

   I continued working out with Andy and my friends in the evenings. 
Before I knew it, Friday evening was here.  I decided to load up after I
finished my workout that evening.  My first step to loading was to load the
weight set in the back of my car trunk.  I went to the basement after our
run and carried the first load of weights upstairs.

   Andy was in the kitchen having a piece of cake when I came up the steps.
He took a look at the weights in my arms and asked, "What the hell do you
think you're doing with my weight set?"

   "Your weight set?" I questioned.  "I don't think so.  I need to take
them to camp.  They always go to camp."

   "You and Will abandoned them at home when you left," Andy countered. 
"They've been mine for the past year."

   "Not a chance," I answered.  "Will, Ed, Trent and I are counting on
using them at camp."

   I carried them out the front door as I heard Andy whine, "DaaaAAAADD!" I
put the first load of weights in my car trunk and shut the trunk lid. 
Possession always had advantages.  I headed off to find Dad too.

   I found Andy upstairs pleading his case to Dad in my parent's bedroom.
Andy explained, "I'm a senior this year Dad.  I MUST train if I'm going to
get a good scholarship.  My college education depends on me having weights
so I can be my best this football season."

   "Coach Burton will have my ass if I skip training for six weeks right
before football camp," I countered.  "Will and I have to have the weights
like every summer.  This weight set has gone to camp every year since Will
started on camp staff eight years ago."

   Andy and I sparred verbally for a few minutes while Dad listened with
growing impatience.  Finally he stopped the argument by announcing,
"Enough!" Andy stopped mid-sentence.  Both of us waited for Dad's verdict.

   Dad continued, "Kyle, you finish loading up the weight set for camp." I
gave Andy a victory smile.  He glared at me.  Dad continued, "Andrew, you
and I are going shopping tomorrow before you have to go to work and buying
you a new weight set of your own."

   Andy gloated, "I'm getting the new weight set," as we left Dad's room.

   "What ever," I replied.  "I'm happy as long as I can work out and get
ready for the next season."

   I finished loading up the weight set and then loaded the rest of my camp
things before I went to bed.  The only scout thing I had left was the
uniform I was going to wear to camp in the morning.

   On Saturday morning I got up around eight am, showered, grabbed a little
breakfast and then headed north for scout camp.  Abby and Will left about
fifteen minutes ahead of me.

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   I checked in at the office with Mr.  Holloway, the camp director, when I
arrived.  I put my things in the tent in the staff area that Ed and I
always stayed in.  Trent Wilson, my friend and the other assistant aquatics
director, arrived a few minutes later and took the tent beside mine.  The
two of us went to the health lodge and checked in with Abby.  Will was
there too.  The three of us headed over to the pool when Abby was satisfied
with our medicals.

   Ben Strausser, the camp ranger, met us at the pool and reviewed pool
operation with the three of us.  Will, Trent and I were responsible for it
for the next ten weeks.  Will had Trent and me clean the pool before lunch.

   Trent and I caught up on each other's school year as we worked.  Trent
told me about his girlfriend of four months, Hannah Monroe.  I told Trent
how incredibly lucky I was to have found Kelly.  Trent told me about his
roommate Colton Reid.  This was the second year the Trent roomed with
Colton.  They planned to room together next fall too.

   "Damian and I plan to room together again," I commented.  "We're well
matched."

   "Better than with Christian?" Trent asked.  I nodded yes.  "I didn't
expect that you and Christian rooming together would work out when I heard
about it last summer.  My tight-assed, bible quoting cousin can be a bit
much.  You drink, he sure as hell doesn't."

   Trent and I had shared a few beers with our dates in the past when we
went double dating while we were in high school.  Trent continued, "I'm
sure you wanted to bring girls back to your room.  How'd that work out?"

   I just smiled and shook my head no in answer.  Trent said, "That's what
I thought.  Bev and Christian wouldn't have a fucking clue about what to do
in bed together." Trent snorted and added, "They buy into all that `wait
until marriage' shit.  They don't understand passion."

   Laughing, I replied, "I'm not sure you know your cousin as well as you
think.  Yes, he was fond of quoting Bible verses to me.  He's a neat freak.
He's gets up too damn early, but you're wrong about the last part.  Bev and
Christian understand passion quite well."

   "What?" Trent asked, incredulous.  "You don't mean they've...."

   "Done the nasty?" I replied, nodding.  "Oh yes."

   "I don't believe it!" Trent insisted.  "My goody-two-shoes cousin and
his up-tight girlfriend actually fucked?  I'd be shocked if they even knew
what Frenching was."

   "It's very possible," I replied.  "Christian and Bev have been a lot
more passionate than you give them credit for, right up to the bounds they
think the Bible sets for them.  I caught them making out a couple times
when we still shared a room.  I've seen them dancing close together.  They
managed to control themselves well... until that one night last spring."

   "I'm dumb founded," Trent answered.  "You're positive that Christian and
Bev really went all the way?  No bullshitting?"

   "They have indeed," I confirmed.  "It happened one Saturday night in
April and wasn't planned.  Christian sought me out on Sunday morning for
advice.  He and Bev got carried away the previous night when Cindy, Bev's
roommate, was home for the weekend.  Christian was panicking.  He hadn't
used protection since none of it was planned.  Kelly and I helped talk Bev
and Christian through the crisis."

   "Kelly?" Trent asked.

   "You remember," I replied.  "My girlfriend of the past four and a half
months - I've told you about her in the e-mails we have exchanged."

   "Oh... yeah, Kelly," Trent answered.

   I related the rest of the story about how Christian and Bev came to lose
their virginities, and dealt with the possible consequences of their
unplanned union.  Trent simply shook his head when I finished the story.

   "That is just so unlike my cousin," Trent said.  "I really thought
they'd be virgins when they went to bed on their wedding night."

   "You figure the two of them will be marrying someday?" I asked.

   "Hell yeah," Trent answered.  "Anyone who knows them knows they'll get
hitched someday.  I've never known two people more in love with each other
than those two."

   "Last summer I'd have said the same thing about me and Penny," I noted.
"It's funny how life works out."

   Trent and I continued talking as we continued cleaning the pool.  Trent
told me he was likely to be the starter at left cornerback for his team
next season.  I told him about making it as the slot receiver for the
Lions. I told Trent more about Kelly.  Trent told me more about his steady
girlfriend Hannah.

   Will had Trent and me take our swim tests after we finished cleaning the
pool.  When we were done, Trent tested Will.  After lunch all the directors
would come to the pool for their swim tests.  Nobody in camp came near our
pool without following BSA protocol - not directors, camp staff or campers.

   Nancy Lantz, the head cook in camp, served sandwiches and salad to the
ten of us directors.  Most of the senior staff from last summer had
returned for another summer at camp.  Mike Lafferty, my age, was stepping
up this season to run the scoutcraft area.  The only new guy was Sean
Kauffman, the nature director.  We learned over lunch that Sean had worked
at YMCA camps for the past three summers.  He decided to give scout camp a
try this summer.  Sean had completed his sophomore year at Millersville.

   Everyone did their swim tests after lunch.  Everyone spent the remainder
of the afternoon preparing for the arrival of the remaining 35-40 staffers
on Sunday after lunch.  Will, Trent and I ran a staff swim before dinner to
help everyone relax.  It was very informal, though one of the three of us
was always in the chair as a lookout for the swim.

   After dinner Mr.  Holloway and Rob Young assigned each of us to prepare
training sessions for junior staff.  Mr.  Holloway assigned me to cover the
Teaching EDGE (Explain, Demonstrate, Guide and Enable).  This was
scouting's terminology for how to teach skills to scouts.  Mr.  Holloway
knew my major in college; I'm sure this wasn't going to be the last time I
helped scouts to learn how to teach skills.

   Trent, Will and I worked out and did our three and half mile run out to
the camp entrance and back before bed time.  With this being my fifth
season on staff, I felt very comfortable here at camp.  I was going to have
a fun, low stress summer before I went into the BCS Championship Division
pressure cooker in the fall.

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   Twenty-eight paid staff and eighteen CITs arrived after lunch on Sunday.
Trent and I were busy for half the afternoon processing all the staff
members through their swim tests.  I found Ed was finished moving into our
tent when I got back to the staff area around 3:30 pm.

   I got my first look at the full staff assembled when we met in the
dining hall for dinner.  I saw a lot of old friends from previous years,
though not as many as in previous years.  Probably two thirds of the staff
were guys younger than me.

   Matt Sauder, Cody Stevens and Dave Mitchell were among the eighteen CITs
that were working the first half of the camp season.  Joshua Hunsecker,
Christian's fifteen year old brother, was working as a CIT in the second
half of the season.  Joshua would work staff week and then I'd see him
again the last week in July, just before I headed back to Penn State.

   This year we added to more girls to the staff.  Samantha Hoover, Eric
Connell's girlfriend was going to work in Handicraft again.  Taylor
Mitchell, a sixteen year old girl, was working aquatics this season.  Leah
Williams, a seventeen year old from Quarryville, was the dining hall
steward this season.  Times were changing.  I wondered if I could convince
Kelly to work at camp with me next season.  That was an intriguing idea.

   I asked Matt, Cody and Dave if they wanted to work out with Ed, Will,
Trent and me on Sunday night when the staff meeting was finished after
dinner.  They passed.  Cody had received a weight set for his birthday a
couple months ago.  Eric Connell and Dustin Carter joined my group working
out in the evening.  Josh Hunsecker decided to work out with the other
CIT/football players.

   ------------------------------------------------------

   Staff week went by quickly.  Monday and Tuesday was devoted to finishing
setting up tents in the campsites that was started the previous weekend by
the Order of the Arrow work crews.  I did the Teaching EDGE training with
the staff on Monday evening.  Hopefully the merit badge instructors paid
attention to what I taught them.

   After lunch football practice started up on Monday.  Ed and Matt
quarterbacked, of course.  Trent and Dustin played defensive back.  We had
too many receivers between Dave, Cody, Josh and me.  I quarterbacked some
of the time while Josh or Dave played defensive back so we could get more
reps for everyone.  Josh and Dave both played defensive back occasionally
on their JV teams.

   On Wednesday Will, Trent and I put the other seven aquatics staff and
the four first week aquatic CITs through tests of the swimming and
lifesaving abilities.  We did the same thing on Thursday with whole
aquatics staff at the boat yard.  Will wanted every staff member to be well
versed in all aquatic skills.

   Dustin, Eric and I spent Friday down at the boatyard preparing for merit
badge instruction.  Will planned to switch Dustin and Eric off week to week
working as my assistant at the boatyard.  On July 29th, when I left for
college, the two of them would run the boatyard together for the final
three weeks of camp.  My first week CITs, Cody Stevens and Alex Bomberger,
from Rohrerstown, trained with my assistants.

   I e-mailed Kelly every evening, starting on Monday when the computers
were set up in the staff lounge.  Kelly was getting more accustomed to the
two of us being apart.  She still missed me, as I missed her, but she
wasn't quite as frantic and lost without me as she had been in May.  Both
of us were counting down the days until Aaron's wedding when we could be
together again.

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   The first week's campers arrived on Sunday, June 20th.  I enjoyed
teaching again after a year's break.  I taught the canoeing classes while
Dustin taught rowing.  Alex assisted Dustin while Cody assisted me.

   Cody did a decent job at teaching when I gave him the opportunity.  The
two of us had that chance to talk about other things during fifth and sixth
periods in the afternoon during open boating.  Somehow Cody considered me
his romantic advisor.

   He talked a little bit about his break up with my sister Liz last
summer. He didn't understand why she was so pissed off at him in Canada.  I
did my best to explain what Liz had related to me about how irritated she
was when he showed off around his friends.  Cody said he'd try to do better
with his current girlfriend.

   Cody was seriously infatuated with Briana Jones.  He showed me Briana's
school picture.  She was a cute little red head who could have passed as
Kelly's younger sister.  Briana was developing nicely, but was still had a
hint of the little girl in her.  She was a grade behind Cody and would
start ninth grade in the fall.  Cody confided that he had introduced Briana
to the pleasures of the flesh a month before he left for camp.

   Cody had managed to make her first time special.  Poor Cody had
unleashed a tigress in his girlfriend.  The kid was going broke trying to
buy enough condoms to satisfy his girlfriend.  Working at camp as a CIT
didn't help.  CITs are unpaid and here at camp he couldn't mow lawns and do
odd jobs to earn himself spending money.  I told Cody that if he could get
Briana a ride to the clinic in Lancaster, she could get on the pill.  The
clinic would provide the birth control for free if you were under sixteen
and couldn't afford to pay.

   A couple times in the late afternoon the first week a familiar red and
white Ford Explorer went by the lake on the highway and blew its horn as it
passed.  It was Zack Hayes on his way north to visit his sweetie in
Myerstown.  He waved when he went by and I returned the wave each time.

   Three or four kids among the roughly seventy-five kids taking Canoeing
Merit Badge recognized me.  More kids got interested when they realized I
played football for the Nittany Lions.  I told the kids I would be happy to
talk football, especially Penn State football, with them after class.  Half
a dozen kids left at the end of the week with my autograph - a few for the
kids, more for the kid's Penn State fan or alumni dads.

   Seniority did earn me a few privileges.  Will, Trent and I took turns
running the polar bear swims.  Each of us took a turn every third morning
running the early morning swims.  Other over twenty-one directors came to
provide the qualified adult supervision while Trent or I actually ran the
swim.  It was nice to get an extra hour of sleep a few more mornings.

   Trent and I got to supervise servers at the Friday night dinners instead
of mindlessly serving hundreds of scouts and their families the chicken
barbeque, corn on the cob, baked beans, rolls, potato salad and watermelon.
We kept the trays of food full and kept the younger staffers focused on
their jobs so our family dinners went smoothly.

   Mr.  Holloway required me to stay through the whole Friday night dinner
at the end of the first week.  He finally dismissed me at 6:45 pm.  I
changed into civilian clothes, signed out of camp and headed north up Route
501 for I-78, Easton, Aaron's wedding and most importantly, a weekend with
Kelly.

   ---------------------------------------------

   I pulled into the parking lot of the Hampton Inn in Easton a couple
hours later after a couple wrong turns near Easton.  I checked into my room
at the front desk and got Zack Hayes' room number.  I was to meet Kelly
there.

   I went upstairs and knocked at the door of Room 215.  "Coming," a man's
voice answered.  I was surprised.  It wasn't Zack's voice.  The door
opened. My friend, Anders Voight, greeted me.  "Hey man, it's good to see
you."

   "It's good to see you man," I said as I followed Anders into the room.

   I barely had time to glance around the room full of people before I was
engulfed by an ecstatic girlfriend.  "Kyle!" Kelly gushed as she hugged me
tightly.  "God, I've missed you!" she added between kisses.

   "I've missed you too," I promised as we kissed and hugged some more.  W
We finally relaxed our grip on each other after half a minute of closeness.
I looked around the room and saw Zack and Evan Foster sitting on one of the
beds, Leigh Ann and another girl sitting on the other bed, and Anders
sitting on the arm of the chair in the corner of the room.

   "I didn't get that reaction when I met my girl tonight," Zack teased.

   "Silly!  You took me on a date last night," Leigh Ann answered.  "Zack
is at my house so often that Daddy is teasing that we should add another
bedroom to the house so he has someplace to stay."

   The group laughed at Leigh Ann's comment - mostly because of the
profound change she had produced in Zack.  None of us, his closest friends,
could remember him ever commenting on another girl since he and Leigh Ann
had started going together back at the end of the winter.  This was a
complete change from his womanizing before the two of them met.

   Shawn Byrd joined us a few minutes later.  Kelly and I were sociable for
about a half hour, visiting with our friends.  Both of us really wanted to
retire to our room and make love, hopefully repeatedly before we went to
bed.  A group of us agreed to meet for breakfast around 10 am.  Shawn, who
is from Easton, recommended a diner nearby in Bethlehem.  He said the
served the best breakfasts around.  Kelly and I decided to go to our room
when Shawn left around 10 pm to go back to his home, only a few miles from
our hotel.

   Kelly and I went down the hall to our room, 212.  Kelly and I showered
before we went to bed.  Kelly was drying her hair when I stepped out of the
shower.

   I explained to Kelly, "If someone from the hotel asks, we are Mr.  and
Mrs.  Martin this weekend.  I didn't want anyone here questioning whether
we should share a room."

   "Mrs.  Martin?" Kelly asked grinning.  "I think I can handle that." She
added, "Let me answer the phone if it rings.  I'm supposed to be sharing
this room with Leigh Ann.  I wouldn't want to explain to my parents why you
were in my room tonight."

   "You got it Mrs.  Martin," I replied slyly.

   Kelly draped her robe over the chair in our room and climbed in bed with
me.  I pulled my boxers off and dropped them on the floor beside the bed.
We cuddled together and kissed for awhile.  Our passions heated up quickly.
Kelly treated me to one of her excellent blow jobs.  Kelly laid back and
spread her legs so I could return to favor after I came.

   I kneeled between her legs, bent down and began licking - stem to stern
- around her clitoris, down through her slit, around her vaginal hole and
on to her pink little rosebud.  Kelly giggled as I rimmed the last spot.  I
licked up and down my lover's fun parts for a couple minutes as she sighed
and relaxed.

   Kelly's eyes shot open and she asked, "What?" when I stopped and reached
across to the night stand.  I spread some hand lotion on my fingers.  Kelly
said, "Oh, goody!" when she saw what I was doing.  Kelly raised her legs
higher to give me better access.

   I licked and teased her inner vaginal lips and hole as I rubbed my lubed
finger against her rosebud.  After a half a minute of stimulation, I gently
pressed my finger against her opening.  Kelly relaxed after a couple
seconds and my finger popped inside.  I gently slid my finger in and out
while I licked my lover's pussy.

   Kelly's coos and sighs told me she was enjoying our sex play.  After a
few minutes of stretching and stimulation I carefully slipped a second
finger inside my girl's backside.

   "Is that OK?" I asked solicitously.

   "It's tight, but it doesn't hurt," Kelly answered.  "Are we going to try
anal tonight?"

   "When you're ready," I replied.  "I doubt it will be tonight.  I want to
take this slow.  If we hurry, it'll hurt.  We'll talk about you trying out
my cock after you're comfortable with three fingers."

   "How many fingers are you using now?" Kelly asked.

   "Only two," I explained.

   "I'll let myself in your capable hands," Kelly replied.  "If it
stretches this much with two fingers, I'm not ready for your big cock." She
giggled and added, "We'll just have to do it conventionally.  I'm ready to
have my pussy stuffed anytime."

   "Patience, we have all night," I answered before I went back to driving
my lover out of her mind.

   I induced a mind-blowing orgasm in my lover after a few more minutes of
cunnilingus and anal stimulation.  I left Kelly to recover while I cleaned
my hands.  She was ready for a good fucking when I returned to our bed.

   Kelly pulled her legs up to her chest and said, "Give it to me Mr. 
Martin."

   "Anything you ask Mrs.  Martin," I answered, giving her a wink.  Kelly
giggled as I rubbed my seven inch erection along her slot to lubricate it.
I positioned my cock at her opening and slowly sank in, impaling my lover
and pinning her to the bed.  The exquisite friction between my pole and the
hot, slippery walls of her pussy made me light headed.

   Kelly wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to hers as
our pubic bones came together.  We kissed and then Kelly said, "Mrs. 
Martin... that sounds pretty nice."

   "I like the sound too," I admitted as I started to thrust and withdraw.
Kelly and I found our rhythm quickly.  I ground my pubic area on Kelly's
clit as each time as I bottomed out.  We made love for half a dozen minutes
before Kelly came.  I slowed to let her enjoy her orgasm.  Kelly urged me
to continue when she recovered.

   I managed to last a few more minutes before I felt the familiar tingling
in my bottom.  I knew Kelly was close to another climax, so I slowed and
ground myself against her clitoris repeatedly while I tried to hold myself
back.

   "Ooohh....  GOD..." Kelly moaned as I stroked in and out again.  "Give
it to me....  Mr....  Martin," she gasped before climaxing again.  Kelly's
hot velvety pussy walls clasped my erection and begged for my seed.  I
slammed in again just as the sperm and semen welled up inside me and
blasted out.

   "Ooohh....that's it....  Mr... Martin," Kelly gasped as she thrashed
around mid-orgasm.

   I pushed my cock in as deep as possible and blasted my sticky white
semen and sperm into my lover's womanhood.  Kelly's moans of Mr.  Martin
brought a picture into my head.  Dad on top of Mom last fall, climaxing and
getting her pregnant with my little brother or sister.  Mom was going to
give birth in a couple days.  How cool.

   Usually it grosses me out to think about Mom and Dad having sex, but
this time it didn't.  Together my parents had created a life, another
sibling for me, my brothers and sister.  I continued draining my sperm into
Kelly, my lover and mate, as I thought about our future.

   Someday....  millions of my sperm would be swimming through my mate's
uterus, searching for that single fertile egg in her fallopian tubes.  They
would surround it and bombard it until... finally one sperm would penetrate
and "Make me a daddy," I blurted out, almost involuntarily.

   "What?" Kelly asked, confused.

   "Ummm....  Ummm...." I said incoherently.  I collapsed on Kelly as I
drained the last of my sperm into her body.

   Kelly rolled us on our sides.  She gave me a series of small kisses on
the neck, cheeks and lips while I regained my senses.  I started returning
the kisses after half a minute.

   Kelly pulled away a little and stared into my eyes.  "What did you mean
a minute ago?  What were you thinking about?"

   "Ummm..." I answered hesitantly as I blushed.  "I was, uh....  Thinking
about when we'd do this for real."

   "Real?" Kelly asked.  She contracted her pussy around my semi-erect cock
that was still planted inside her body.  "This wasn't real?"

   "Um..." I didn't want to explain that I was thinking of getting her
pregnant.  What would Kelly think of that?

   Kelly said quietly, "You can say it Kyle."

   "Um... I was thinking of someday... when we were ready for children," I
replied.  I expected Kelly to be shocked.  She just smiled.

   "Do you really think we'll stay together after college?" she asked.

   "I hope so," I replied.  "I love you totally."

   "Can we make this last?" Kelly asked.  "We're so young."

   "I know," I answered.  "I'm not going to ask you to marry me now.  It's
too soon.  If we can make our relationship last, we could be like Aaron and
Tania.  They started dating when they were freshmen, just like us."

   "Do you see us getting married after college?" Kelly asked.

   "I hope so," I replied.  "I really hope so."

   "I do to," Kelly said as she snuggled up against my body.  She was quiet
for a few seconds before she asked, "This doesn't mean we're engaged does
it?"

   "Not yet," I replied.

   "Good," Kelly responded.  "My parents will want to know all the details
about when you ask me to marry you.  I can't very well tell them we were
naked in bed in a hotel room we aren't supposed to be sharing when you
proposed, can I?"

   "No, I suppose not," I agreed.  "We'll make it official someday closer
to graduation.  I'll come up with something nice and romantic, like Aaron
did."

   "Deal!" Kelly exclaimed.  We exchanged gentle kisses for a few minutes.
I pulled the covers over us.  We fell asleep cuddled together.

   ---------------------------------------------------

   I woke up with a wicked piss hard-on.  The clock said it was a few
minutes after 8:30 in the morning.  Sunlight streaked across the room
around the edges of the curtains in our room.  I disentangled myself from
Kelly and quietly headed for the bathroom.  I washed my face and brushed my
teeth after I drained my bladder.

   Kelly snuggled up to me and gave me a kiss on the shoulder as I was
finishing.  I turned, leaned down and gave my lover a big kiss.

   "I need to clean up a little too," Kelly explained.  She grabbed my cock
and gave it a rub.  "Go back to bed and get ready.  I need some more loving
this morning."

   I returned to our bed, stroking my cock while I waited for my girl. 
Kelly returned a few minutes later.  We started kissing and making out.  We
progressed quickly beyond that.  I demonstrated my love of Kelly's
beautiful full breasts, to her evident delight.

   We brought our sexual excitement higher with a little 69 action.  We
paused after we brought each other to climax.  We cuddled and kissed while
we got ready for more loving.

   Kelly rolled away from me and reached between her legs.  I watched as
she extracted a two and a half inch clear ring from inside her vagina. 
Kelly set it on the nightstand and turned back to me.  I looked at her
quizzically.  She simply smiled and nodded for me to continue.

   Kelly lay down on her back and spread her legs for me.  I took position
between her legs.  "Give it to me Mr.  Martin.  I need you inside me,"
Kelly cooed.

   "My pleasure Mrs.  Martin," I answered as I slipped my bone into my
lover's velvety hole.

   "Mmmm....  Yeah, that's it," Kelly cooed.  I began thrusting.  Kelly and
I synchronized our movements in seconds.  I thrust in and then pulled part
way out, Kelly's body mirroring my movements.  In the past five months we
had become very good at pleasuring each other.

   Kelly's first orgasm happened after half a dozen minutes of lovemaking.
She peaked again a couple minutes later.  I continued thrusting.  Each of
my lover's succeeding orgasms pushed me a little closer to my own climax.

   I was close by Kelly's third climax.  She cooed, "Are you ready baby?"
as I tried to maintain my rhythm.

   "Yeah, almost" I answered breathlessly as I boned her.

   "Be careful sweetie," Kelly warned as we continued our mating.

   "Huh?" I grunted.  I was close to blasting my load now.

   "I'm not using my ring," Kelly said as she wrapped her legs behind my
butt.  I thrust a couple more times.  "Don't get me pregnant," Kelly said.

   I could feel my cum rising from my balls.  "WHAT?" I grunted.

   Kelly wrapped her arms around my back.  I tried to pull my cock away,
but Kelly used her legs to pull me deeper into her body.  Helpless, I
thrust in hard one more time.  I watched in horror and fascination as my
cock exploded, pumping my semen and sperm deep into my lover's body.

   "OooooOOOhhhh...." I groaned as I collapsed on Kelly.

   "Ooohh... that was so good sweetie," Kelly cooed as she rolled us on our
sides so we could recover.

   After fifteen or twenty seconds I managed to ask, "What do you mean -
`Don't get me pregnant?' Why would you stop using your birth control?"

   "Was it exciting and scary?" Kelly asked.  I nodded yes.  "You have a
thing for unsafe sex and pregnancy, don't you?"

   "Umm... I guess I might," I admitted.

   "I knew it," Kelly answered triumphantly.

   "Why would you risk our futures just to get me more excited in bed?" I
asked.

   "I'm not risking anything," Kelly explained.  "My Nuvaring comes out one
week of every four.  I'm still protected this week while it's out.  We're
perfectly safe.  I thought some play-acting might be fun."

   "So you can't get pregnant?" I asked.  Kelly nodded and smiled.  I
sighed with relief.

   "You really got excited when I told you to pull out," Kelly explained.

   "Scared shitless is more like it," I replied.  "You wouldn't let me go."

   "I thought a little spice would be good for our love life," Kelly added.

   "You are amazing," I said as I glanced over at the clock.  It was a
quarter to ten.  "We better get cleaned up quick.  We're supposed to meet
the gang at ten o'clock."

   "C'mon, we'll shower together," Kelly said as she pulled me up off the
bed.

   "I'll get distracted," I warned.

   "We'll be fine," Kelly insisted.  "It's good for the environment.  We'll
save water and time.  Let's go sweetie."

   I obediently followed Kelly into the bathroom.  I was right about
showering with her being too distracting.  We managed to behave ourselves
long enough to soap up and rinse each other before our hormones overcame
our best intentions.  We made love one more time that morning, me pinning
Kelly against wall while we did it.

   I went along with Kelly's play acting, like I had in high school for my
friend Cindy.  Kelly protested vehemently that I couldn't cum in her.  I
fucked her hard while she warned me that I would get her knocked up if I
didn't stop.  We exploded in mutual orgasms just as the water went from hot
to luke warm.

   We turned off the water and hopped out of the shower, knowing we would
be late meeting our friends in the hotel lobby to go to breakfast.  I was
still wet when we heard a knock at the door.  I indicated Kelly should
continue getting ready while I answered it.

   I was naked when I cracked the door and peered out.  Zack was at the
door.  "What's taking so long man?" he asked.  "We're all waiting for you
two."

   "Hey Zack," I said.  "We're uhh....  delayed."

   "Delayed?" Zack replied, laughing.  "Naked, in the shower?" I smiled
sheepishly.  "Don't get delayed again.  We need to hit the road."

   "You know how it is," I protested.  "It's been a month since we were
together.  We'll be down in a few minutes."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Zack replied.  "I remember what it's like.  Hurry
up."

   Kelly and I managed to get dried and dressed.  We hurried down to the
lobby to meet our friends.

   Shawn Byrd led the group to Billy's Diner in the center of Bethlehem,
ten miles from our hotel.  Zack and Leigh Ann were in the group, of course.
Shawn brought his ex-sweetheart from high school, Shelby Morris.  Anders
Voight and Evan Foster both came stag.  Antwaan Booker brought a girl he
knew from his family's home in D.  C.  Jake Washington brought his fiancé,
Keneisha Green.  J.  T.  Hill brought his girlfriend from Pittsburgh, Celia
Johnson.

   We needed three cars to fit in everyone.  Kelly and I rode with Zack,
Leigh Ann, Anders and Evan.  We must have passed a dozen other restaurants
on the way to Billy's.  Shawn had assured us that Billy's had the best
breakfast in the Lehigh Valley and was worth the time and trouble to get
there.

   The diner had a line out the front door when we arrived.  It apparently
was very popular in the area.  We had to wait twenty minutes to be seated.
The waitress seated us together in one end of the diner.

   The food was fabulous, everything Shawn had promised us.  Kelly and I
enjoyed spending time with our friends from school.  Antwaan told us about
how his life was going since graduation.  He had attended three mini-camps
with the Broncos.

   He was building a house for his mom, two younger sisters and younger
brother outside D.  C.  He didn't want them caught up in the inner city
mess the way his older brother James was.  James was serving 2-5 years for
armed robbery.

   Antwaan bought a ew home in Longmont, between Denver and Boulder a
couple weeks ago.  He said the countryside was beautiful and he could see
the Rockies out his kitchen window.

   Antwaan said his new coach, Coach Jeff Baldwin, was fantastic.  He
expected that the Broncos would turn their fortunes around and start
winning in the next two to three years with this guy.

   Anders Voight and I had time to talk during breakfast.  Anders decided
to use some of his vacation week to tour in Pennsylvania since he never had
time during the school year.  Anders explained, "I thought I head down your
way and check out the Amish and Mennonites.  Can you recommend a good hotel
to stay at?"

   I laughed and answered, "You want to come to the Pennsylvania Dutch
country during the Fourth of July week and don't have a room reserved?" I
laughed.  "Man, you'll be lucky if you can find a dog house to sleep in. 
This week is the second biggest week in the year for tourists in Lancaster
County."

   Anders face fell.  "You're serious?" he asked.  I nodded yes.  "Shit! 
What am I going to do?  I really wanted to see the Amish while I was out
here."

   "I don't know man," I answered.  As I got the words out I had a
brainstorm.  "Do you mind little kids and lots of noise?"

   "No," he replied, giving me a quizzical look.

   "Maybe my parents wouldn't mind if you stayed in my room," I suggested.
"I'm at camp and don't need it."

   "What do you think they'd say?" Anders asked.

   "I don't know," I replied.  "I'll see." I flipped open my cell phone and
dialed home.  Mom answered.

   "Hey Mom," I asked.  "How are you doing?"

   "Tired, cranky and bloated," Mom answered.  "I'm impatiently waiting for
the little one to make its arrival."

   "Sorry to hear that," I replied.  "I was wondering if you and Dad could
do me a favor."

   "That depends," Mom answered.

   "My friend Anders Voight is planning to visit Lancaster County after the
wedding this weekend.  He didn't realize that he'd have a problem finding a
hotel room.  He has no reservations."

   "Oh, he does have a problem," Mom said.  "Would you mind if he stayed in
your bedroom?"

   "I was hoping you'd offer that," I said.  "You're the greatest Mom. 
I'll give Anders your number and he can make arrangements with you tomorrow
after the wedding."

   "Is Anders uh..." Mom giggled.  "...Uncle Jon's nephew?  I bet he has
some interesting stories of his uncle."

   "Actually, of his whole family," I explained.  "Ander's dad is a famous
songwriter.  His other Uncle Barry nearly got himself blown up in Mount
Saint Helens.  You'll enjoy his family stories."

   "I'm looking forward to meeting him," Mom said.  "You behave yourself at
the wedding reception.  Tell Kelly hi and that I love her."

   "I will Mom," I answered.  "I love you.  Bye," I added as I clicked the
phone off.  Looking back at an expectant Anders I said, "You're all set. 
You'll stay in my room.  Mom is really looking forward to meeting you."

   "Cool!" Ander answered, grinning.  "I appreciate you helping me out."

   "No problem," I answered.  No problem at all."

   Shawn's recommendation of Billy's Diner was spot on.  The portions were
huge.  The food was excellent and the prices were reasonable.  None of us
would have to worry about lunch before the two o'clock wedding service.  We
piled into our three cars and headed back to the Hampton Inn.

   Leigh Ann, Kelly, Anders and Evan went ahead when we got back to the
hotel.  I hung back with Zack.

   "Are you prepared to execute your best man duties this time?" I asked
teasing.

   "Of course I am!" Zack insisted.  "I have the ring right here," as he
patted his pocket.  "The only time it has been out of my sight since I got
here is when I had it locked in the hotel safe last night.  I'm not taking
any chances with you or any of your co-conspirators."

   "I'm hurt Zack," I protested.  "Why would you think I'd ever do anything
to jeopardize Aaron's wedding?" I laughed.  "I have my revenge already.  I
don't need to repeat that prank."

   "You're really chipper this morning," Zack answered.  "Is that from
getting laid last night..." he snickered.  "... and this morning too - or
is it more?"

   "You're perceptive," I replied.  "Getting laid is nice, but it is more.
Kelly and I had a good talk last night - about our future - our long term
future."

   "And?" Zack asked expectantly.

   "We both think we have one," I replied.  "We both hope we end up like
Aaron and Tania after college - together." Zack started to speak but I
waved him off.  "I know what you're going to say.  `I need to concentrate
on football.  Kelly is a distraction.  My total focus has to be the game.'
I can't do that Zack.  Kelly is too important to me.  I have to be with
her."

   I finally paused to let Zack begin his lecture.  "You're right Kyle,"
Zack began.  "You, Will, my brother, my parents, everyone who told me to
find a nice girl to settle down with - all of you are right."

   My jaw dropped in shock.  "Who are you and what happened to my
quarterback?" I asked.

   "I'm still here," Zack answered, laughing.  "I'm probably a little
smarter now than before, but I'm still here.  Leigh Ann and I had the talk
you and Kelly had last night a few weeks ago.  We aren't engaged or
anything yet, but we're planning to get married next spring after she
graduates from college.  We're going to make things official after the
football season is over."

   "How'd you come to change your mind about mixing relationships with
football?" I asked.

   "I don't have a choice," Zack explained.  "Almost as soon as I met Leigh
Ann, I knew she was the one.  I never felt this way about any other girl,
including Beth, my high school sweetheart.  Leigh Ann occupies my thoughts.
I hurt when I can't be with her."

   "I understand," I replied.  "Do you expect to be effective at
quarterback next season?"

   "Yes, some how," Zack answered.  "Leigh Ann understands about football.
I'll manage to make things work."

   "That's a relief," I said.  "The whole school is counting on you."

   "I know," Zack said quietly.  "Believe me, I know."

   I followed Zack back into the hotel lobby.  I was beginning to
appreciate the burden my friend carried - the hopes of 70,000 football
crazed students and the hundreds of thousands of Penn State alumni.  I'll
do anything I can to help him along.

   My teammates and friends hung out in the lobby for an hour or so, just
talking and passing the time until we had to get dressed and head to the
church.  Kelly and I headed back to our rooms to change around a quarter to
one.

   -------------------------------------------------

   The wedding was in the Phillips' family church, the First United Church
of Christ in the center of Easton.  I was surprised when I found the
building.  It looked exactly like the United Church of Christ in New
Holland.  They could have used the exact same plans for the buildings.  It
was a Georgian style brick church with a tall white steeple.  The date
stone said it was built in 1775.  It was a very handsome and dignified
structure.

   Pete Klein and Shawn Byrd were ushers for the wedding.  Pete seated us
on the groom's side of the church.  I found out later that Shawn was
Tania's usher because the Byrds and the Philips were close friends of many
years, not because Aaron had mentored Shawn last fall when he started
football at Penn State.

   I scanned across the church, looking for friends and acquaintances.  It
looked like about a quarter of the Nittany Lions team was at the wedding.
Coaches Burton, Czarwinski and Schneider were all there.  Coach Bradley,
the defensive coordinator for the Lions until last season, also came for
Aaron's wedding.  Phil DiStefano and Glenn Walker, stars from our team's
recent past, came too.

   Leigh Ann sat with Kelly and me when she and Zack arrived.  Zack was the
best man, so she didn't have an escort during the ceremony.  I happily
filled in for Zack.  I made sure Leigh Ann and Kelly knew that I was
sitting between the two prettiest girls in the church.

   Aaron, Zack and the rest of the groomsmen trooped in when the organist
started the prelude.  The bridesmaids looked gorgeous in their long flowing
dresses as they walked elegantly to the front of the old sanctuary.

   The organist struck up the Wedding March as Tania and her father
appeared at the back of the sanctuary.  Tania's father looked refined in
his black tuxedo.  Tania looked pretty enough to be a queen, ready to
present herself to her subjects.  Mr.  Phillips led his tall willowy
daughter down the aisle gracefully before he turned her over to Aaron in
front of the alter.

   Reverend Blackburn, pastor of the church, gave a short sermon on the
dignity and importance of marriage and how this was a lifetime commitment.
We sang a few hymns before Aaron and Tania exchanged their vows and
promised to love and honor each other for the rest of their lives.  Both
Kelly and Leigh Ann had to wipe their eyes when the minister pronounced
them man and wife.

   We stood and clapped as Mr.  and Mrs.  Morano marched triumphantly out
of the church to the swelling organ music echoing through the building. 
Zack escorted the Maid of Honor, Anita Patterson, Tania's college roommate
and best friend.  The remainder of the wedding party followed them.

   Tania's brothers and Aaron's brother and sister along with Shawn and
Pete handed out bags of rose petals to the guests as we lined up outside
the church.  We showered the newlyweds with red, pink and white rose petals
as they made their way from the church to their limo.  The driver sped away
to take them to the Green Pond Country Club, a few miles away.

   The guests dispersed to their own cars, to follow the happy couple to
the reception.  Kelly and I hopped in my car and followed the parade of
cars to the country club.  The country club was a very swanky place, much
nicer than any golf course I had ever seen before.  The reception was in
their banquet hall, a great room with high ceilings and exposed wooden
beams.

   The head table in the banquet room was reserved for the Morano and
Phillips families, of course.  Zack and Leigh Ann managed to avoid sitting
there.  They joined Kelly and me, Evan, Anders, Phil DiStefano and his wife
Cathy, Glenn Walker and his date Taylor Pittman.

   All the guys took off their jackets and loosened their ties.  It was
time to party.  We raided the hors d'oeuvres table and then hit the bar. 
The bartenders were meticulous at checking IDs.  Kelly and I settled for
Cokes.  The rest of the people at our table grabbed beers for themselves.

   Anders disappeared as soon as we went back to our table.  He reappeared
a couple minutes later carrying to more beers.

   "It won't do for you two to be tee-totalers tonight," Anders explained.
"Enjoy yourselves, it's party time!"

   Kelly and I gratefully accepted our friend's offerings.  We enjoyed
hearing how life was going in the NFL from Phil and Glenn.  Phil was the
third string QB for the Bears.  He hoped to beat out the other guy and
become the back-up when training camp started in July.

   Glenn's career had taken a much better path than Phil's since
graduation. Seventy-seven catches, 1100 yards and a pro bowl spot did
wonders for your professional standing and self esteem.  Glenn was the #1
receiver for the Titans.  He predicted that his team would improve on their
wild card berth of last season and head for the Super Bowl.

   Zack entertained Phil and Glenn with his tale of how I was converted
into a linebacker last winter.  I countered with reminders of the various
pranks I had pulled in retaliation, culminating in Zack "losing" his
brother's wedding ring last spring.  The guys enjoyed hearing about how
"Old State" was doing.  Phil, Zack and Glenn told stories about how other
people were converted over the years.  My favorite story was from when
Glenn was a freshman.  They had convinced Paul Poluszny that he was going
to play quarterback instead of linebacker.  The older guys told him that
Coach Paterno had finally learned his lesson from when he wanted to convert
Jim Kelly into a linebacker back in the eighties.

   Anders and Evan kept the beer flowing for Kelly and me.  The bartenders
were particular about IDs at the bar, but didn't seem to pay any attention
to who actually drank the beers after the bottles left the bar.

   Phil and Glenn teased Zack about the College Football News magazine,
which featured his picture on the cover and touted Zack for the Heisman
Trophy.  Evan, Anders and I defended Zack.  I truly believed Zack was the
best QB in college.

   The country club served a fabulous wedding banquet.  My prime rib and
Kelly's Veal Marsala were excellent.  The waiter didn't blink when he
served Kelly and me champagne in fluted glasses just like the others at our
table.

   Zack went up front and gave the best man's toast for the happy couple.
He had confided to me that he was recycling the same toast he used for
Sam's wedding a couple months ago.  Zack delivered it with polish.  Tania's
mom had to wipe away a tear before Zack finished.  Everyone toasted to
Tania and Aaron's good fortune, long life and happy marriage when Zack
finished speaking.

   The band started off with traditional Italian music for Aaron and
Tania's first dance as husband and wife.  Zack and Anita joined them on the
floor for the next dance.  Couples took the dance floor after the second
dance.  The band did a few more traditional tunes and then switched to
modern music, to the relief of most of the younger guests.  Kelly and I
danced most of the evening,

   As the evening started to wind down Kelly and I got a chance to talk
with Aaron's brother and sister.  Aaron's sister Elizabeth, known as Beth,
was nineteen and was starting her second year at Columbia this fall.  She
was studying English Literature.

   Aaron's little brother Adam was turning sixteen next week on July 6th. I
remarked on how close his birthday was to mine.  Adam took after his older
brother.  Both were about six foot tall.  Adam was thinner than Aaron.  He
had scraggily sideburns and was attempting to grow a mustache.  He played
football with a passion, just like his older brother.  He played both ways,
splitting time between wide receiver and cornerback.  Adam hoped to earn a
college scholarship just like Aaron did.  He had his heart set on playing
at Penn State too.

   The single girls at the reception had fun when Tania tossed the bouquet.
Leigh Ann made a spectacular leaping catch over top of her competitors. 
The catch would have made me proud if I had made it.  The guys all teased
Zack about being the next guy to get married.  Zack was silent, answering
his tormentors with a smile.  I understood.  Marrying Leigh Ann was
definitely in Zack's future.

   Next it was the bachelor's turn.  We congregated in the center of the
dance floor, jostling for position.  Aaron fired Tania's garter high in the
air above us.  I timed my jump, expecting to out leap my competition.  Pete
Klein, that crafty linebacker, neatly shoved me aside just as I jumped.  He
snagged the garter and held it aloft triumphantly.

   "We're next honey," Pete said, waving the garter over his head.  The
girls congratulated his fiancé.

   Anders and Evan had kept Kelly and me well supplied with beer during the
evening.  We weren't feeling any pain by the time the evening wore down. 
Everyone cheered Aaron and Tania as they left for their honeymoon night at
the Hampton Inn.  Tomorrow morning they were flying down to Jamaica for a
week long honeymoon.

   They reception closed down when Aaron and Tania left.  Kelly and I
helped each other gather our things for the drive back to our hotel.  Zack
and Leigh Ann walked out to the parking lot with us.  I had some trouble
getting the key in my car door when I got to my Golf.

   "You OK Kyle?" Zack asked solicitously.  "How much did you have to
drink?"

   "Not that much," I answered, laughing.  "I'm fine."

   "Yeah, we're OK Zack," Kelly added.

   Zack eyed me suspiciously and then stepped up to me.  "Why don't I drive
you back buddy?"

   "I'm fine," I insisted.  "I didn't have that much to drink."

   "Give me your car keys Kyle!" Zack countered.  "I'm going to drive you
two back.  Leigh Ann, You follow in my car OK?" He tossed his keys to his
girlfriend.

   "You really don't need to do this Zack, I'm fine," I replied.

   "Humor me," Zack said in his quarterback voice.  He held the back door
of my car open for me and Kelly.

   "Yes sir," I answered obediently.  I climbed in after one miss-shot at
the open door.  Kelly tumbled in after me, giggling when she landed on me.

   "Home James," I ordered, laughing hysterically.

   Zack rolled his eyes and answered, "Very good sir."

   Zack pulled into the Hampton Inn parking lot ten minutes later.  I
staggered out when Zack held the door open for me and helped my girlfriend
to her feet.  Kelly had trouble standing up straight.  Maybe we were
drunker than I realized.  Leigh Ann and Zack helped us upstairs to our
room.

   Kelly and I got ready for bed back at the room.  We weren't drunk enough
to suppress our natural impulses.  Kelly insisted that we had to make love
when we ended up naked in bed together.  I let her be on top and ride my
nice hard cock.

   The phone rang when we were in mid-debauch.  I reached for the phone but
Kelly pushed my hand away and took the phone herself.

   "Hello, the Martins' room.  May I help you?" Kelly asked sweetly.  She
listened for a second and repeated, "Hello....  Hello?"

   Kelly shrugged her shoulders and hung up the phone.  "No one was there.
Isn't that strange?"

   "Yeah that's weird," I agreed.

   The two of us went back to making love.  We went on for a few more
minutes.  Every few minutes Kelly asked, "Are you close to cumming Kyle?"
I'd shake my head no.  She would add, "You can't cum in me, it's the wrong
time of month."

   Each time made me a little hornier.  By the fourth time I admitted, "I'm
close honey.  I'm going to blow!" I answered.

   "Don't knock me up Kyle," Kelly declared.  "This is the wrong time of
month."

   "Arghhh!" I growled as my cock shot the first of many sticky white
strings of sperm into my lover.  "CUMMING!" I grunted through clenched
teeth.

   Kelly smiled and slammed down hard on my cock, driving it as deep as
possible into her belly.  "I can feel your sperm filling me up Kyle," Kelly
said triumphantly.

   "OoooOOOhhhh..." I groaned as my balls emptied into my lover.  She
leaned down and kissed me, my softening cock still plugging her pussy so my
sperm couldn't escape.

   "I love you Kyle," she said.

   "I love you too Kell," I answered.

   We disentangled and went to the bathroom to clean up.  Five minutes
later we were cuddled together and ready to sleep.  The clock said it was a
few minutes after midnight.

   ---------------------------------------------

   I woke to the blaring sound of a phone ringing loudly.  I rolled over
and grabbed the phone.  "Yeah?" I asked through the pain pounding in my
head.

   "Good morning sir.  You asked for a nine o'clock wake up call," the
voice said.

   "Yeah, thank you." I said before I hung up the phone.  Kelly stirred
beside me.

   "Oooohhhh..." my lover moaned.  She shut her eyes.

   I blinked as I looked around our dark room.  The sunlight around the
edges of the curtains was too bright.  I blinked a few times until I got
used to it.  My head was pounding.  This wasn't the worst hangover I'd ever
had, but I certainly had a lot to drink the previous evening.

   "Come on honey," I said, pulling the sheet off Kelly.  "We have to be
out of the room in an hour.

   I grabbed the aspirin from my bag.  "Do you want aspirin and some water
honey?" I asked quietly.

   "Yeah," my lover moaned.  "It's too damn early!"

   I got Kelly a glass of water and gave her two aspirin.  I waited until
she took them.  She lay down on the bed again.  I went to the bathroom,
drank two glasses of water to hydrate myself and then stepped into a nice
hot shower.  Ten minutes later I felt almost human again.

   I coaxed Kelly into having a couple glasses of water and then having a
long hot shower when I was done in the bathroom.  I packed up while she
cleaned herself.  Twenty minutes later she reappeared, looking slightly
more alive than earlier in the morning.

   We packed our things and took them out to our cars.  I checked us out. I
used my aviator specs to shield my eyes from the harsh sunlight.  Kelly
wore her darkest sunglasses.  We went across the street and grabbed
breakfast at the Dunkin Donuts.  The two of us lingered too long over our
donuts and tea.  I had to kiss Kelly good bye, tell her I loved her and run
for my car.  It was almost 10:30 and I had an hour and forty-five minute
drive to camp.  Mr.  Holloway expected me to be back to camp by noon for
the staff dinner.

   I drove back to camp as fast as possible, trying to make up for the
fifteen minutes I lost earlier in the morning.  I drove back the camp road
way too fast, missing the noon deadline by two minutes when I walked into
the dining hall.  I slipped into a seat between Ed and Trent.  Mr. 
Holloway didn't comment on my tardiness.

   Ed looked me over and arched his eyebrows questioningly.  I mouthed
`Later' in response to his implied question.  Ed grilled me on the details
of my weekend after lunch.  I headed for the pool after that to get ready
for the horde of Boy Scouts that would be appearing shortly for their swim
tests.

   Will eyed me suspiciously when I walked into the pool office.

   "You look like shit little brother," Will declared.  He pulled the
aviator glasses off my head and peered into my eyes.  "Have you been
drinking?" he asked quietly.

   "It was a wedding reception - you know how it is," I explained.  "All I
had was a few beers.  Anyway, I had a late night with Kelly too.  You know
how it is when you're away from your girlfriend for a month."

   Will shook his head and said, "What you do on your time is your
business. You're on my time now.  We are expecting 227 kids and leaders for
swim tests this afternoon.  I expect you to see that things run smoothly."

   "Things will be fine Will," I promised.

   I was as good as my word.  Trent and I ran things smoothly while Will
gave the orientation lecture outside the pool fence to each troop as they
arrived at the pool.  We tested and gave swim tags to 223 scouts and
leaders over the course of the afternoon.

   I thought about how lucky I was as the swim tests went on during the
afternoon.  I had the best girlfriend in the world.  I only needed to
persevere through four more weeks before we got a long weekend together.  I
knew I would be able to stand our separation.

   (To be continued)

   Chapter 20

   ==========

   Monday morning one of the third period Canoeing Merit Badge kids showed
up just as the second period finished.  He found a seat at the picnic
table, pulled a magazine out of his backpack and started reading while he
waited for the start of class.  I looked the kid over.  He probably was
about thirteen.  He was dressed in a Penn State #6 Hayes football jersey. I
noticed he was reading the College Football News magazine article about
Zack Hayes and the rest of our team.

   I decided to have a little fun.  I asked, "Are you a Penn State fan?"

   "Yeah!" he answered enthusiastically.  "They're the best.  Did you know
that their quarterback is from Lancaster County?  He only lives about ten
miles from my house."

   "Zack Hayes is an excellent quarterback," I answered.

   "Do you watch their games?" the kid asked.

   I smiled and answered, "Yes, you could say I follow the Nittany Lions
games very closely."

   The kid went back to reading the article.  I knew that the third page
had pictures of our best receivers, including me.  I was waiting to see the
look on the kid's face when he connected all the dots and realized who I
was.

   I was disappointed when the kid read through the third page and flipped
to the fourth page of the article without recognizing me.  I guess I look
different in scout uniform instead of pads and a football uniform.

   I started class when the rest of my would-be canoeists arrived and it
was eleven o'clock.  I saw the light click on in the kid's head when I
announced to the class, "I'm Kyle Martin and this is Canoeing Merit Badge."

   He tentatively raised his hand.  I acknowledged him.  He asked, "Are you
really THE Kyle Martin?" He held up his magazine and pointed at my picture.
"This one?"

   I smiled and nodded my head.  "That's me.  I play football for the
Lions." More of the class realized what we were talking about.  They stared
expectantly at me.

   I switched to my serious face.  "For the next fifty minutes, I am your
canoeing instructor.  When class is over I will happily talk to any of you
about football, the Nittany Lions or anything else.  Until then, everyone
focuses on canoeing - is that a deal?"

   My class readily agreed to concentrate on their merit badge until class
was over.  I went through the parts of a canoe and canoe paddle and then
sent the kids out onto the water to start learning the strokes I
demonstrated while my CIT served as lookout.

   Half the kids in the class stayed around after class was over to hear
more about my experiences in football.  The kid in the Hayes jersey, Josh
Westbrook, gushed, "I can't believe you really know Zack Hayes!"

   I assured Josh and the others that I really knew Zack.  I patiently
answered their questions about last season, the Rose Bowl, and the Blue and
White Game.  The kids finally ran out of questions after about ten minutes.

   Josh summed up the groups feelings.  "You are so lucky to know somebody
as big as Zach Hayes.  He's just the best quarterback in the world!"

   "Don't put Zack on too tall a pedestal guys," I replied.  "Zack is an
excellent quarterback but he isn't that much different from you guys.  Zack
was just like you a few years ago when he came to this camp.  He was
probably thirteen or fourteen when he took Canoeing Merit Badge here."

   "He took canoeing here at this lake - for real?" Timmy asked.  Timmy was
one of the other Penn State fans crowding around me.

   I nodded yes and explained, "That shows you what you can do when you set
a goal for yourself, work hard and sacrifice to attain your goal.  I
learned that from Zack."

   "I'd sure like to meet him," Josh replied.

   "What do you do sixth periods?" I asked.

   "I plan to go to the free swim at the pool," Josh replied.

   "Let me make a phone call," I said.  "Maybe I can get Zack to stop by
some day on his way to visit his girlfriend.  She lives a few miles from
here in Myerstown.  I see him going past the camp two or three times a
week."

   "Really?" Josh asked, looking at me with wide eyes.  "You could do
that?"

   "I'll call Zack and ask," I replied.  "I'll let you know at class
tomorrow if he is able to do it sometime this week."

   The guys thanked me for talking with them about Zack and Penn State. 
They headed back to their campsites to get ready for lunch.  I phoned Zack
while I walked back to the staff area.  I caught him as he was heading for
lunch after a meeting with Coach Schroeder.  Zack was spending most of the
week in State College reviewing plans for the season.  He was coming back
home to Lancaster County on Thursday night.  He had a date on Friday
evening with Leigh Ann.  He was happy to stop by the lake on his way to
Myerstown to talk with his young fans.

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   I got a disturbing e-mail from Kelly on Monday evening.  It asked me to
be on-line at ten o'clock so we could chat.  We had a serious problem.  I
found Kelly on-line at 10 pm as expected.
REDTOP10: We blew it big time this weekend Kyle.
FASTWR87: What's up?
REDTOP10: Do you remember that phone call that happened while we were
fucking on Saturday night?
FASTWR87: Careful what you say.  People can read over my shoulder here
in the staff lounge.  What about the phone call?
REDTOP10: I found out when I got home that it was from Daddy.
FASTWR87: Why didn't he talk to you if he called?  Why are you in
trouble?  We told him you and Leigh Ann were staying in Room 212.  How'd he
find out I was with you?
REDTOP10: Daddy lost the room number.  He asked the front desk for the
O'Keefe/Bowman room.  They didn't have any record of Leigh Ann or me. 
Daddy found out that there was a Mr.  and Mrs.  Martin registered at the
hotel.
FASTWR87: Oh Shit!  What happened?  Are you grounded?
REDTOP10: No, I'm nineteen.  He can't do that.
FASTWR87: What happened then?
REDTOP10: I got a long lecture from my parents about responsibility,
chastity and saving myself for marriage.
FASTWR87: That`s it?
REDTOP10: Daddy was very disappointed that you took my virginity.  He
was blunt about you.  He demands to know if you'll do the right thing if I
end up pregnant.
FASTWR87: Did you tell him you're protected?  That you won't end up
pregnant?
REDTOP10: Of course not.  Do you think I'm going to tell my parents that
I'm using birth control right after they find out that you and I have been
having sex?  No WAY!
FASTWR87: Assure your father that I promise to marry you if you end up
pregnant.  He will not need a shotgun at the wedding.
REDTOP10: That will appease him a little.
FASTWR87: Are your parents going to allow you to come out to my house
next month?
REDTOP10: We're still negotiating that.
FASTWR87: Tell your parents that you will be sleeping in the guest room
in the basement, not in my room when you visit.  That may help.
REDTOP10: I don't like that!
FASTWR87: I won't be sleeping in my room either.  I'll be downstairs
with you.  You don't need to tell your parents the last part.
REDTOP10: I'll give it a try.
FASTWR87: I love you Kelly.
REDTOP10: I love you too Kyle.  I'll talk to you later.

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   I received a couple phone calls during the week from Anders Voight.  He
was having a blast staying with my family.  Andy took him to the restaurant
where he works for dinner one night.  Anders enjoyed playing with my
nephews when he was done touring each day.

   July 1st came and went without any sign of my little brother or sister.
Dad told Will that the doctors were going to wait a few more days and then
induce labor.  I called and talked with Mom that evening and wished her
luck.

   Josh Westbrook hung out at the lake as much as he could during the week.
He had an inexhaustible supply of questions about Penn State.  I answered
them one-by-one, but only after class was over.

   Josh and the other Penn State fans fawned over Zack Hayes when he showed
up around 4:30 on Friday afternoon.  Zack happily signed autographs and
talked about his experiences at Penn State.  I had to chase the kids back
to their campsites at five pm.  Zack needed to get to the Bowmans before
dinner and the kids needed to get in uniform for the family night dinner.

   Anders called me after dinner to talk.  Dad had arranged for him to have
dinner at with the Amos Stoltzfus family.  The Stoltzfuses lived on the
farm behind my house.

   Anders loved the visit.  "The Amish are a lot different than I imagined.
The families are so close.  Did you know the Stoltzfuses have three
generations living together?  We don't do anything like that in my family."

   "The Amish cherish family," I agreed.  "How was the food?"

   "Starchy," Anders answered, laughing.  "Meat, mashed potatoes, bread
stuffing, corn, rolls.  Don't get me wrong - the food was great, but man,
I've never eaten so many starches at one sitting."

   "You enjoyed the evening?" I asked.

   "Hell, yeah," Anders answered.  "It was great.  I have one question - do
the Stoltzfuses believe in bathing?  The body odor was intense.  Are all
Amish families like that?"

   I chuckled.  "Amish don't believe in bathing quite as often as we do. 
They take a bath every Saturday night to get ready for church on Sunday,
whether they need it or not."

   "You're kidding!" Anders exclaimed.

   "No, I'm not," I countered.  "You got the intense introduction to Amish
culture.  It wouldn't be nearly as bad if you had dinner with them on
Monday or Tuesday."

   "Thanks for lining things up for me to stay with your family," Anders
said.  "Your family has made this week so much fun."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I replied.  "I guess I'll see back on campus
in a month."

   "Back at campus," Ander agreed.  "Til' then."

   I received good news from Kelly in my Friday evening e-mail.  Mr. 
O'Keefe decided that a shotgun was not needed if I was serious about his
daughter and her happiness.  Kelly would be allowed to come to Paradise for
a long weekend before I went back to school for football camp.

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   I was surprised Sunday morning to wake up to the sound of my cell phone
ringing.  I glanced at my watch before answering it.  It was a few minutes
after six in the morning.

   "Yeah?" I said groggily.

   "Hey man, sorry to wake this early," the voice said.  I recognized the
voice after a moment's thought.

   "What's up Anders?" I asked.

   "I wasn't sure if you heard the news yet," Anders explained.  "Your dad
took your mom to the hospital in the middle of the night.  The baby is
coming."

   "It's about time," I said.  "Have you heard any more news?"

   "No," Anders answered.  "I'm here with Andy and Liz.  We're waiting for
your grandmother to get here to watch the twins.  I have to leave in half
an hour to go to the airport.  Liz and Andy are going to hospital as soon
as they can."

   "Thanks for calling man," I replied.  "Have a good flight home."

   Anders said good bye.  I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't.  I
didn't get more news until breakfast time.  Will called me to the head
table right after the chaplain said grace for breakfast.

   "Did you hear the news Kyle?" Will asked.

   "Just a little," I said.  "Did Mom have the baby yet?"

   "Yes," Will replied.  "We have a brand new brother.  Mom and Dad named
him Hunter Allen Martin.  He was born at 4:55 am, measures 21 ½ inches and
weighs 7 pounds, 9 ounces."

   "How's Mom?" I asked.

   "Mom's fine.  Dad's ecstatic.  Everything is copasetic." Will explained.
"I set things up with John.  He is going to give us time off tonight after
we finish the swim tests.  You, Abby and I can visit the hospital after we
process all the new campers.  You interested in going?"

   "Hell yeah Will," I exclaimed.  "Count me in."

   I was a little distracted as I worked with the other staff members after
breakfast to help the cub scouts and their parents get packed for home and
then to run the closing games before the flag ceremony and dismissal for
the cubs.  The cubs and their parents cleared the parking lot and went home
by 10:30 am.

   Ed, Trent, Dustin, Matt, Cody, Dave and I went to the parade field to
pass the football around to kill the time until lunch.  Ed and I packed our
essentials up after that.  This week our troop was coming to camp.  We
debated a little, but decided to move to our troop's campsite for the week
like we had other years.  We didn't have close friends among the scouts in
the troop anymore - it was all younger kids now.  We decided we shouldn't
break with five years of tradition.

   After lunch the aquatics staff headed to the pool to wait for the
campers to arrive for their swim tests.  I talked with Cody Stevens.  He
was my CIT for the week and would handle sign-ups for Canoeing Merit Badge
after dinner while I was visiting Mom and my new baby brother.

   Our troop, Troop 312, was one of the first to show up at the pool for
swim tests.  I greeted the guys warmly as they lined up for the test. 
Danny Hornberger was acting as SPL this summer.  Danny was going to be a
junior in the fall.  He normally was Eric Connell's assistant senior patrol
leader.  Danny was running the troop this summer since Eric was working on
staff.

   I gave Gary Harrison a high-five when I saw him.  I talked with the
younger guys a little, to calm them down and get them ready for their test.
I made sure Mr.  Clark, our scoutmaster, knew Ed and I needed a tent for
the week.  He promised to save us room at camp.

   Trent's troop from Manheim came to the pool about twenty minutes later.
Josh, Christian's little brother in the lead.

   "You here as a camper this week?" I asked.

   "Yep," Josh confirmed.  "I'll be back in two weeks to work for the rest
of the summer."

   "How's your brother doing this summer?" I asked.

   "Good..." Josh replied.  "...but you can ask him yourself.  He's here
this week." Josh pointed back past the thirty-some kids and leaders to the
end of his troop's line.  Christian gave me a big smile and wave when I
spotted him.

   "Are you going to work out with us after lunch?" I asked.  Josh had
practiced passing with our group during staff week.

   "Absolutely!" Josh answered enthusiastically.

   "Good," I replied.  "I'll see you later." I headed down the line to talk
with my friend.

   Christian gave me a big handshake when we met.  "I thought you weren't
coming to camp this summer," I said.  "At least that's what you told me
during finals."

   "I wasn't," Christian explained.  "My troop had trouble getting enough
adults to help this week.  Here I am."

   "It's good to see you," I replied.  We spent the next few minutes
catching up with each other, talking about all our experiences since the
middle of May.  Christian told me he planned to work out after lunch with
our football group.  We had enough guys practicing with us to field a
football team.  In addition to the guys on staff - Ed, Trent, me, Dustin,
Matt, Cody and Dave - we had Christian, his brother Josh, Gary Harrison,
Ryan Lapp and Josh Strickler.  The last three were guys from my troop who
didn't work at camp.

   The last of the 223 scouts and leaders finished their swim test around
quarter of five in the evening.  Will left Trent and the other staff to
close up the pool for the day while he, Abby and I headed for the Women and
Babies Hospital in Lancaster.

   I changed into street clothes at my tent.  Ed had already moved his
things up the hill to our troop site.  I would need to do that when I got
back later that night.  I met Will and Abby at their cabin.  We grabbed
some supper on the run on the way through Lititz.

   We found Dad at the nursery window, staring at his newest son, when we
arrived at the hospital.  Hunter had the whitest wisps of hair on his head.
He was taller and thinner than the other babies in the nursery.  He had the
Martin body shape.  The nurse came to get Hunter for his next feeding while
we were watching him.  We followed him back to Mom's room.

   Mom greeted us warmly when we came into her room.  Poor Mom looked like
she had run a marathon that day.  She casually slipped her nightgown down,
exposing one breast, took Hunter and let him feed while all of us talked.

   Andy and Liz showed up while we were visiting.  They brought Noah and
Connor along.  The hospital encouraged families to let the little kids
visit too, so they could get used to their new sibling (or uncle in our
case).  The twins greeted us enthusiastically, to cries of "Unka Wiii",
"Aun' Ab-bee", and "Unka Ky".  They weren't quite sure what to make of
Hunter.  Andy tried to explain that he was their Uncle Hunter, but that
didn't make any sense to the boys.

   We had an excellent visit.  I found out Mom planned to spend an extra
day in the hospital to get her tubes tied.  She said five kids was more
than enough for an "old lady" like her.  Those were her words not mine.

   I got to hold Hunter for a couple minutes.  He was so small and light
weight.  His fingers were impossibly tiny.  Life was truly amazing.  I
looked forward to the day, hopefully in the distant future, when I would
find out the obvious joy of being a father I saw on Dad's face and had seen
on Andy's face last year.

   Will, Abby and I headed back to camp around 8:30 pm when Andy and Liz
took the twins home.  We arrived back at camp before the opening campfire
was finished.  Abby and Will went to their cabin.  I gathered up my
belongings and headed up the hill to my troop's campsite.  I waited under
our dining fly until the troop returned so I could find my tent for the
next week.

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   I enjoyed spending time with the scouts from my troop during the week. I
had a few scouts from my troop in each canoeing class during the day.  Gary
Harrison was in the second period class.  I felt good that I could spend
some quality time with my friend's little brother.  God knows, Gary missed
his brother Greg.

   Tuesday after lunch some guys from my troop and some from Trent's troop
came by while we were practicing football.  They asked if we'd be willing
to play a game instead of just practicing.  The group decided some two hand
touch sounded good.  We split the experienced football players up between
the two teams and added the non-players to try to balance things.  Ed ended
up teamed with Christian, Trent, Ryan Lapp, Josh Strickler and Dave.  I
ended up with Dustin, Matt, Josh Hunsecker, Gary Harrison and Cody.

   The game was fun.  We agreed no one could throw a pass deeper than
twenty yards.  I knew Ed could throw deep to Christian all day.  I
suspected Matt could pass deep to me anytime we wanted too.

   Matt continued to impress me.  I was used to handling balls with a lot a
zip on them, thanks to working with Zack, Ed and Jay over the years. 
Matt's passes arrived with just as much authority as any of the other more
experienced quarterbacks I was used to.  Matt's decision making continued
to improve too.  Logan Mitchell was going to be in for the fight of his
life in August when the Wolverines' football practices started.

   We had so much fun on Tuesday that we played again Wednesday, Thursday
and Friday after lunch.  I was sorry when Friday arrived, since I knew we
wouldn't have nearly enough people the next week to continue to play
pick-up games.  We'd be back to the usual practice routine - useful for
building skills but quite boring.

   I waited through breakfast on Friday for Will to embarrass me by having
the camp sing Happy Birthday to me.  He didn't.  Lunch was quiet too.  I
thought for the first time since I turned eleven that I would have a
peaceful birthday.  Hah!

   Will interrupted the chaplain at dinner time Friday night just before
the scouts and their parents said grace before the chicken barbeque.  Will
insisted on having the nearly five hundred scouts, parents and siblings
sing to me to celebrate my nineteenth birthday.

   I got my second surprise while the big crowd sang to me.  Dad, Andy, Liz
and the twins joined me up front during the song.  I gave Dad and Liz hugs
and then hoisted my nephews up in my arms.  The laughed and cheered "Unka
Ky!  Unka Ky!" as the song finished.

   Mr.  Holloway approved giving me the family dinner off so I could join
my own family.  I went through the line with Dad, Andy, Liz and the rest of
my troop.  We found a place to sit together and enjoyed our dinner.  Andy
bought and downloaded a couple albums for my MP3 player.  Liz bought me a
Penn State Football sweatshirt to wear around campus in the fall.  Mom and
Dad gave me the best present any college student could get - cold hard
cash.

   Dad explained that Mom wanted to come but was still feeling a little
sore from her tubal ligation.  She also didn't think Hunter needed to be
outside all night when he was only five days old.  He could visit camp next
summer when he was older.

   I felt a little bad for my new brother.  He was going to experience a
lot of birthdays away from home like I did.  He had the added whammy of
sharing his birthday with the rest of the country - July 4th.  I promised
myself, where ever I was, I would try to make sure it was a special day for
him.

   Will and Abby brought Dad's ice cream from the commissary building up to
our troop site after the campfire was over.  Dad produced a birthday cake
for me (and the other thirty-one hungry scouts).  Andy tried to interest
the twins in cake and ice cream, but they were too sleepy.  They had conked
out during the campfire and slept the rest of the evening in their
stroller. I thanked everyone for a great birthday before they headed for
home.

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   The weeks of scout camp flew by.  The first two weeks Dustin as my
assistant at the lake.  The next two weeks Eric Connell assisted me.  I
made sure both guys knew rowing and canoeing inside and out.  I didn't want
any slip-shod teaching after I left for school.

   Will asked me for my recommendations for the best two CITs from the
first half of the summer.  Matt Sauder was my first recommendation.  Nathan
Bradford from New Holland was my second recommendation.  Apparently Trent
had similar recommendations.  Matt and Nathan were called into Mr. 
Holloway's office and offered paying jobs on staff for the rest of the
summer.  Nathan accepted immediately.  Matt hesitated until he was assured
that he was able to leave for home in time for football practice's start on
August 16th.

   The fifth, and my last week, Will sent both Dustin and Eric to work at
the boatyard with me.  They taught the merit badges that week and I
supervised.  Josh Hunsecker was Eric's CIT.  I enjoyed the extra free time.
I worked with some of the slower learners in the rowing and canoeing
classes, helping them improve their strokes.

   Wednesday night Ed, Trent and I packed all our belongings in our cars,
except a uniform and sleeping bag.  All of us were dismissed after sixth
period so we could get home and prepare for college and football camp.

   Ed and I arranged by cell phone for a night out with our gang of friends
back home on Thursday evening.  Ed was leaving for his drive to Gainesville
on Friday afternoon.  Jeremy was also leaving around the same time for his
drive to South Bend.  Thursday would be the last night everyone would be
together for at least six or seven months.

   Dustin and Eric would be jointly responsible for the boatyard when I
left.  Will would fill Trent's duties himself while Matt and Nathan filled
the open instructor positions at the pool.

   I got a call from Kelly Thursday during fifth period's open boating
session.  She had arrived at my house and was settling into the basement
bedroom.  She couldn't wait for me to get home.  I assured her that I was
all packed and ninety minutes away from departure.  I promised that if
traffic was light around Lancaster that I would join her for dessert with
my family at dinner time.

   I waited impatiently for the minutes to tick off until my release from
scout camp.  I helped Dustin, Eric, Josh and Kelby, the other CIT, secure
all the rowboats, canoes and kayaks when sixth period finally ended.

   I turned my keys over to Eric and Dustin when we were done and jogged
back to camp.  I stopped by the pool office and let Will know everything
was secure at the boatyard.  I jogged over to the camp office and thanked
Mr.  Holloway for his help this summer.

   Mr.  Holloway asked as I signed out of camp, "Do you plan to work here
again?"

   "Absolutely!" I answered with a big grin.  "I love it here and wouldn't
miss it for anything."

   "Good luck with football Kyle," he replied.  "I'll see you next summer."

   I jogged over to the staff area for the rest of my things.  Ed was
getting the last of his things together when I grabbed my sleeping bag and
dirty clothes.

   "See you at DQ?" I asked.
"7:30" Ed confirmed.  "Race you home."

   "You're on!" I declared.

   The two of us sprinted for our cars, stuffed our loose things in the
back and took off.  We obeyed the camp road speed limit, mostly.  When we
hit the highway we were off to the races.  Unfortunately the race only
lasted until we hit Lititz, a few miles down the road.

   Traffic crawled through Lititz, Neffsville and onto Lancaster.  Things
were momentarily better when we got on the Route 30 bypass.  That lasted
until traffic backed up again near the end of the bypass.  Summer afternoon
traffic sucks on the bypass.

   Ed was stuck in the left lane.  I was in the right lane.  I smiled and
waved to Ed as I turned off onto the Old Philadelphia Pike so I could
follow back roads home to Paradise.  Ed glared back as I got myself free of
the traffic jam.

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   It was a quarter to seven when I finally pulled up in front of my house.
I was barely out of my car when I was hit by a red haired guided missile
homing in on her boyfriend.  I tried to return the shower of kisses and
hugs as Kelly welcomed me home.

   "God, I've missed you!" she repeated between kisses and hugs.

   When Kelly finally calmed down enough, I gave her a proper hug and a big
kiss.  "I missed you too honey." Both of us jumped when a car passed and
blew its horn at us.  We looked.  It was Ed.  He gave us a smile and a wave
as he went by.

   "We need to get moving," I said.  "We're meeting my friends this evening
for ice cream..."

   "I know," Kelly said.  "... at the Dairy Queen.  I talked to Jeremy
before dinner."

   "Good," I added.  "Help me carry my laundry downstairs.  I can get ready
for a night out with our friends."

   Kelly helped me carry my backpack and laundry bag downstairs to the
basement.  I said, "I'm going to take a shower," I explained.  "Can you
start a load of laundry for me honey?"

   "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with the shower?" Kelly
teased.

   "You know how that works out Kell," I replied.  "We don't have time for
you to help me in the shower.  We will have all night for fun AFTER we meet
our friends."

   "OK, laundry," Kelly conceded.  I headed for the bathroom.  "Slave
driver," she teased as I stripped and climbed into the shower.

   Kelly was sitting on the big king-sized bed waiting for me five minute
later when I stepped out of the shower.  Kelly snatched the towel I had
around my waist when I passed her.

   "Aahhh...." she teased.  "I see what I want." She gave me a slap on my
ass.

   "Behave or we'll never get out of here," I warned.

   "Tempting offer," Kelly replied.  She gave me another slap on the ass.
"You're right.  Get dressed so we can see your friends."

   I put on some shorts and a polo shirt.  Kelly and I headed upstairs,
found Mom and Hunter in the kitchen and said good bye, and then went
searching for Dad.  Noah and Connor spotted us when we checked the family
room.

   "Unka Ky!" "Keh-EE" They screamed as the charged at us as fast as two
toddlers could go.

   "They know your name?" I asked as I picked up Noah.  Connor begged for
Kelly to hold him.

   Noah squealed when I gave him his airplane ride.  Connor was smothered
with kisses from Kelly.  We traded twins and repeated the process.  We let
the boys go back to Andy on the couch when they calmed down.

   "I spent a couple hours playing with the boys this afternoon.  They
learned to say my name," Kelly explained.

   We found Dad in his study.  I let him know we'd be back around ten pm or
would call if our plans changed.  Kelly was pleasantly surprised at how
easy my parents were on the plans.  Her parents would have required a
timetable before she was allowed to leave.  Deviations would not be
permitted.

   Kelly and I hopped in my car and headed for the Dairy Queen in Gap. 
Jeremy had lined up a good crowd of our friends that evening.  Jeremy was
there with Kathy.  Hal and Tammy made it.  Ed pulled up with Paige Anderson
a couple minutes after us.  Drew McCormick and Stacie Thompson were there
when we arrived.  Jake Kring came with his friend Morgan Wentz.  Kenny
Weaver came with Amanda Peterson, a girl he had dated a few times.

   All of the guys were football players heading for Division I-A schools
soon, except for Kenny.  He had a scholarship at Division I-AA Villanova
University.  Us old hands (hah!) tried to explain to Jake and Kenny what
was coming up this fall as they prepared to play football at this level.

   Ed and Jeremy were leaving on Friday for school.  Jake's parents were
driving him to Syracuse tomorrow too.  Kenny and Drew were leaving on
Saturday morning.  Hal and I were lucky, we didn't need to leave until
Sunday morning to reach school on time.

   Jeremy had invited Penny to come join the group that evening.  She was
taking a long weekend and had left already to spend time in New Jersey with
her boyfriend Marco.  I was sorry I missed her before I left for school.

   Our group had a good time reminiscing about our time together in high
school and talking about what was to come in college this year.  Ed brought
up the subject of spring break.  We discussed it and agreed that we would
try to see if our group could fit in a repeat of last year's trip to Panama
City Beach in the spring.

   The parting was bittersweet.  It had been fun to spend time together,
but we all knew we wouldn't see each until January at the earliest.  All of
us, except Kenny, had dreams of our college team going to the BCS
Championship game and then we wouldn't see our high school friends until
spring break.  There were a lot of hugs and kisses for the girls and hearty
handshakes for the guys before we split up and headed for home.

   Kelly caught on to my mood as we drove back to my home.  "I enjoyed
visiting with your high school friends, they're nice people," she said.

   "Yes they are," I agreed.

   "It'll be nice to see our friends at college," Kelly said.  "I've missed
Bev, Cindy and Jen."

   "You're right," I agreed.  "I miss Jay, Trevor, Shawn, GJ.  I especially
miss Damian.  I've got the best roommate around."

   "Don't you miss Christian too?" Kelly asked.

   "No," I answered.  Kelly looked at me, surprised.  I grinned and added,
"Christian and I spent a week together at scout camp a few weeks ago.  I
haven't had time to miss him."

   "You!" Kelly said accusingly as she slapped me on the arm.  "College
friends are good friends too.  I'm actually looking forward to when classes
start in a few weeks."

   "I am too," I agreed.  "I'm looking forward more to the start of
football.  I'm so excited about our offense this season.  I think we can do
great things with Zack at the helm.  I think we have a real shot at the BCS
Championship."

   "The pollsters don't agree," Kelly observed.

   "Ranking us #8 in the nation is bullshit!" I replied.  "With Zack in his
fifth year, with all our returning starters, with Hassan, Anders and me to
catch passes and with our big old offensive line; we are going to dominate
the Big Ten in offense.  I don't see how anybody will be able to stop us."

   "Losing three all-Americans is going to hurt our defense," Kelly
answered.  "I think that is what the pollsters are looking at."

   "Coach C will get our guys playing well," I said.  "I have confidence in
him and the guys."

   "We'll see," Kelly said.

   "We'll start seeing on Monday," I added.

   Kelly had been successful in bringing my mind back from its melancholy.
I was fired up now.  I give my girlfriend credit - she was one smart
cookie. A feisty, combative boyfriend is going to be worth more in the sack
than one mooning over the loss of closeness with his high school friends.

   We arrived back at my house around 9:30.  Kelly and I grabbed some
left-over cake Mom told us about and headed to the family room to chill for
awhile until it was time for bed.  Hunter and the twins were asleep
upstairs, so it was just us "grown-ups."

   Dad was in a playful mood.  He teased Mom as we watched TV.  "You know
the doctors said three weeks until we can have fun again." Dad grabbed a
feel of Mom's swollen breast.

   "Behave you horny old goat," Mom answered, knocking Dad's hand away. 
"You have three more days to wait." Kelly tried to hide her shock at my
parents.

   "I'm forty-three, I'm NOT old," Dad insisted.

   "You still have to wait three more days," Mom insisted.

   "You two can be disgusting sometimes," Andy said, rolling his eyes. 
"I'm going upstairs to take a shower and go to bed." I noticed a growing
bulge in my brother's shorts.  I felt sorry for Andy.  He didn't even have
privacy in his own bedroom to jerk off and relieve his sexual frustrations.

   Liz didn't blush or bat an eye at Mom and Dad's sexual innuendo and
teasing.  I knew she and Alex Mueller had been dating nearly every weekend
this summer.  They weren't going steady yet, but I expected to hear that
anytime based on the e-mails Liz had sent me while I was at camp.

   Alex and Liz were going out again on Saturday night, undoubtedly their
date would include parking in some secluded place so my sister could get
properly stuffed.  Liz probably had more sex in the past month than the
rest of us put together.

   Dad turned on me and Kelly when Mom rebuffed his advances.  "Well Kyle,"
Dad asked.  "Is Kelly a screamer?  Do Mom and I need to get ear muffs for
Hunter tonight?"

   Kelly turned three shades of red at the questions.  I smiled and
replied, "No, we'll be in the basement.  Kelly is properly appreciative of
my efforts, but I doubt we'll wake anyone on the second floor."

   "We promise," Kelly managed to squeak out in her embarrassment.  "We'll
be real quiet tonight."

   "Let's go honey," I suggested.  "All this talking is getting me hot. 
Why don't we go to bed?"

   My family's teasing followed us as we headed out.  "Have fun you two."
"Do get a little sleep." "Don't forget to lock the door.  We don't want
Noah and Conner to get an eye full in the morning."

   "Good night all," I replied as we headed through the kitchen to our
room.

   When we were safely downstairs and had the door locked, Kelly said, "I
can't believe your parents are like this about sex.  I've never seen
anything like this."

   "It was a little over the top even for Dad," I agreed.  "I suspect he's
getting pretty worked up after probably a couple months without sex."

   "Your parents are so different from mine," Kelly said.  "My brothers,
sisters and I don't even know that our parents have a sex life."

   "Your parents have seven kids," I countered.  "They have a sex life. 
Anyway, my Dad's behavior shouldn't surprise you.  My horniness is
inherited."

   "Well Mr.  Horny, can you control yourself for ten minutes?" Kelly asked
as she undressed.  "I'm going to take a quick shower."

   "Do you want company?" I asked, giving her a leer.

   "You're clean already," Kelly said.  "You had a shower a few hours ago.
I haven't had one since last night.  I'll be back in a few minutes
sparklingly clean."

   "Clean enough to lick?" I teased.

   "Oh, I hope so," she said with a wink before she disappeared into the
bathroom.  I undressed and sprawled out on the bed, waiting for my lover. I
fisted my cock, keeping it hard for the coming fun.

   Kelly returned, naked, about ten minutes later.  She climbed in bed with
me.  We started off exchanging deep kisses and we cuddled and rubbed our
bodies together.  I left a trail of kisses across her neck and down her
chest until I reached my first objective, my lover's bountiful breasts.  I
spent a few minutes letting Kelly know vividly how much I appreciated them.

   I kissed my way across Kelly's ticklish belly as she giggled.  I
switched from kissing to tonguing when I passed Kelly's carefully trimmed
tuft of bright red pubic hair.

   "Ooohhh....  Yeah" Kelly exclaimed as I licked down her slot.  I circled
my tongue around the opening of her vagina and licked along her perenum.  I
continued down and circled my tongue around my lover's sphincter.  I paused
when Kelly shuddered.

   "Do you want to try more anal tonight sweetie?" I asked.

   "Ohhhh..." Kelly moaned.  "Oh yeah!"

   I hopped up and retrieved my bottle of ID Glide lubricant.  I put a
little on my right forefinger and massaged Kelly's rosebud.  "Relax honey,"
I suggested.  Kelly sighed and let my finger invade her rectum.  I wiggled
it and stroked it in and out, helping loosen the ring of muscle at my
lover's backdoor.

   "Yeah...." Kelly sighed.  "That's good."

   I continued massaging and stretching my lover's hole.  After a couple
minutes I added more lube and gently inserted a second finger into her.

   "Are you OK honey?" I asked as I looked up to her face.  Kelly raised
her head so we could make eye contact.  She smiled and nodded yes.  I
pulled my fingers out and added more lube to them.  I inserted the two
fingers again and gently wiggled and massaged her backside.  When she was
comfortable with that, I leaned down and began licking her lovely pussy.

   I spent the next five or six minutes stimulating Kelly with my tongue
and fingers.  I could feel Kelly's rosebud slowly relaxing, giving my
fingers freer access to her insides.

   "Do you think I'm ready to go all the way yet Kyle?" Kelly asked.

   I gave her clitoris a lick and replied, "I'll see.  Let me see how three
fingers feels." I sat up and poured more lube onto the two fingers sticking
in her backside.  I tried working a third finger into my lover.  It was
really tight.

   "How's this honey?" I asked solicitously.

   "Tight," Kelly answered through pursed lips.  "Really tight."

   I continued for about thirty seconds more, without success.  Kelly
squirmed and frowned as I tried.  Kelly was too tight to fit more inside
her that night.

   "I think we better stick to more conventional things tonight honey," I
suggested.  "I don't want to hurt you."

   "I guess you're right," Kelly replied.

   I continued massaging and stroking my two fingers in and out while I
went back to licking and teasing Kelly's pussy with my lips and tongue.  I
only needed a few more minutes to excite Kelly to orgasm.

   I pulled my fingers free of Kelly's clasping asshole, sat back on my
haunches and watched my lover shiver and squirm through a glorious climax.
I let Kelly enjoy her climax for half a minute until she started to recover
her senses.

   Kelly got up on all fours and directed me to sit down with my back to
the headboard of the bed.  "It's your turn sweetie," she said decisively.

   Kelly spread a little of my lubricant on her hands and worked it into my
balls and the root of my cock.  She leaned down and began licking around
the head of my cock.  She did this for ten or twenty seconds before she
slipped her hand down below my balls and felt around my backside.

   "Do you like ass play?" Kelly asked sweetly.

   "Umm....." I gasped as Kelly slipped a lubed finger up my butt.  "It can
be good.  Do you know about my pros...."

   Kelly wormed her finger deeper into me, probing.  "Oh SHIT!" I yelled as
Kelly found my prostate.  She rubbed it vigorously as she sucked and licked
my cockhead.

   "OoooooOOOoHHHhhhh...." I moaned just before blasting a huge load of cum
into my lover's mouth.  I fired spurt after spurt into Kelly's mouth until
my balls were drained completely.  I collapsed on the bed, totally spent.

   Kelly sat up after she pulled her finger out of my backside.  "Yes,
Kyle," I said triumphantly.  "I know about your prostate.  I've been
reading on-line.  I take it that you enjoyed that?"

   I just smiled and nodded my agreement while I collected my wits again.
Kelly hopped out of bed and washed her hands while I was recovering.  I
joined her after about thirty seconds.  We lingered at the sink, kissing
and hugging.  My cock started to swell as we kissed.

   We staggered back to the bed and made out for a bit until my cock rose
to its full seven inches.  Kelly pushed me over on my back.

   "Can I be on top honey?" she purred into my ear.

   "Sure," I replied.  "Whatever you'd like."

   Kelly threw her leg over me, lined up my cock with her hole and engulfed
my hard erection.  Kelly rocked and then rose and impaled herself
repeatedly on my hard cock.  My lover knew just how to pleasure herself
with my steely appendage.  I played with her breasts as she rode me.

   I thrust up into Kelly as she brought her body slamming down on my cock.
I needed half a dozen minutes to bring on my lover's next orgasm, which I
helped along by fingering her clit while she rode me.  After a brief pause,
Kelly pursued another orgasm, enthusiastically riding me again.  Since I
already had one good cum that evening, I was hard and ready to oblige her.

   Kelly brought herself to a second and a third orgasm before she started
to tire.  "Honey?" she gasped between pants.  "Are you....  [pant]
....close?"

   "A few more minutes sweetie," I answered.

   "Why don't....  [pant] ...get on....  [gasp] ...top?" she asked.

   "If you want me to," I replied.  "Lean down honey." Kelly laid her torso
down in my chest.  I wrapped my arms around her and asked, "Ready?" Kelly
nodded yes.  I rolled the two of us over so she was on her back with me
planted between her wide spread legs.

   "Do you want...." I asked

   "HARD!  Do me hard Kyle." Kelly gasped, correctly reading my mind.  I
obliged my lover, pounding away.  Kelly never quite finished her last
orgasm.  Her pussy continued clenching and spasming around my rod as I
drilled her.  My rutting was stimulating her clitoris.

   Kelly grunted and burst from another orgasm as I thrust.  The
stimulation was enough to finally bring the familiar tingle that grew until
it exploded out of my groin.  My cock throbbed and pulsed, blasting my
sperm and semen into my lover's womb.  I rutted a couple more times as I
came, trying to bury myself deeper in my lover as I came.  Finally I
collapsed in a heap on top of Kelly.

   We lay together, benumbed by our experience.  Kelly roused herself first
and pushed me aside, my semi-turgid cock pulling out with an audible plop.
I rolled on my side.  Kelly rolled up against me and kissed me while I
recovered.

   "I love you Kyle," Kelly declared between kisses.

   "I love you too sweetie," I replied as my thoughts came into focus.  We
cuddled together and kissed.  Kelly pulled away a little and stared into my
eyes after a few minutes.

   "Do you want to go again Kyle?" Kelly asked.

   "This isn't a sprint like the last couple visits," I answered.  "We only
had a couple hours in Tommy's house.  We had two nights at Aaron and
Tania's wedding.  This is more like a marathon.  We have four days to enjoy
each other.  We need to pace ourselves.''

   "OK," Kelly agreed.  "I guess you're right." The two of us cuddled for a
little bit more and then went to sleep.

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   Kelly and I shared a great night's sleep, getting up a little after
eleven o'clock on Friday morning.  We had good intentions when Kelly and I
decided to share a shower together, but they didn't last.  Rubbing my hands
all over my naked lover is more than I could stand.  We made love in the
shower after we cleaned each other.  Thankfully Dad had installed a large
shower stall, not a small one, when he remodeled the basement.

   We were dressing when I finally asked Kelly how she had managed to
convince her parents to allow her to come this weekend.  Kelly explained,
"Things were pretty tense the first couple days after I got home from the
wedding.  Daddy decided that we should have a family meeting to discuss my
behavior."

   "You're kidding?" I asked.  "Why would your parents want the whole
family involved in this?"

   "It wasn't the whole family.  Sean and Laura weren't included,' Kelly
explained.  "I think Daddy's plan was to get moral support from my brothers
and sisters to set me on the `straight and narrow' again."

   "It didn't work?" I asked.

   "He started lecturing me about my improper behavior.  He was like,
`Young women should never put themselves in such a situation where they
risk their very souls by giving into a young man's lusts.' I was totally
shocked when Ann interrupted and `Daddy, you're being totally
old-fashioned. This is the 21st Century, not the 1950's.  Women today are
just as interested in sex as guys.  WE like having sex.' Ann emphasized the
we.  I was shocked she would admit to doing that to help me."

   "Really?'I asked, following Kelly's story.

   "Mom and Daddy didn't have time to recover from the first shock before
Billy added that he had sex regularly with his girlfriend," Kelly said.

   "That isn't surprising," I replied.  "Bill Jr.  and I talked about that
one night before we went to bed.  He knew we were doing it too."

   "That wasn't surprising.  My brother is twenty-two years old.  The shock
was when Mike chimed in to add that he first had sex almost a year ago.  My
parents weren't sure what to do next.  They looked at Patrick, waiting to
see if there were any more announcements.  Patrick fidgeted and said,
`Don't look at me like that.  I think about it all the time but I haven't
done IT.  I haven't even gotten a real kiss.' Daddy ended the family
meeting pretty quickly after that," Kelly said.

   "Does that mean we're in the clear with your parents?" I asked.

   "No," Kelly replied.  "Expect that Daddy will have a serious talk with
you the next time the two of you meet."

   "I'll be ready honey," I promised.  "I think I have the correct answers
to any questions he may have - we love each other, we're in a long term
relationship, and we are careful to make sure you don't get pregnant."

   "Don't be smart when you talk with Daddy," Kelly said.  "... and don't
talk about birth control.  Daddy doesn't need to know about that."

   "I'll be the model of diplomacy when I see him," I promised.

   We dressed and headed upstairs after we finished our discussion and
finished dressing.

   Squeals of "Unka Ky!" and "Keh-EE" greeted us when we appeared in the
kitchen at the top of the basement steps.  Connor and Noah toddled to us as
fast as their little legs could carry them.  I scooped up Connor while
Kelly grabbed Noah.  Each twin received kisses and nuzzles before we traded
twins.

   Mom was at the kitchen counter, apparently making a pie.  Hunter was in
his bassinette, sleeping quietly on the kitchen table.  The twins toddled
over and watched as Mom-Mom worked.

   "What's up Mom?" I asked

   "I'm just enjoying a little domesticity before I go back to work in a
week," Mom explained.  "I thought apple pie would be nice for dessert
tonight.  How does that sound?"

   "Sounds good Mom, but we're not going to be here for supper," I
answered. "We're going to Herseypark this afternoon.  We probably won't be
back until dark.  Save us some pie please."

   "I will honey," Mom answered.  "Are the two of you going to have some
lunch before you leave?"

   "I'm going to make us some pancakes," I replied.

   Mom suggested that we could have bacon with our pancakes.  Kelly and I
cooked up our breakfast while Mom finished her pie, with eager assistance
of her grandsons.  The three of us had a good time talking about our
experiences this summer, working at camp, working at a paper as an intern,
and watching over three little ones.

   Kelly and I were nearly done eating when Noah tugged at Mom's shorts and
said "Inky... Inky." Mom excused herself and led Noah to the changing
station Mom had in the living room.

   Hunter woke up with a start a few seconds after Mom left the room and
began to bawl.

   Mom called from the living room, "Honey could you hold your brother for
a bit while I finish with Noah?"

   "Sure Mom," I replied.  I picked Hunter up from his bassinette and put
him over my shoulder.  He fussed and tried to squirm lower.  My brother was
groping me, trying to find a breast to feed on.  "He's hungry Mom."

   "Take care of him for a minute," Mom answered.  "I'm almost done."

   "No lunch here little bro," I said as I stroked my struggling sibling's
hair.  Hunter squirmed and felt around, certain his next meal had to be
around nearby.

   "Do you want me to hold him?" Kelly offered

   "Only if you want felt up by a new-born," I countered.  "Sorry little
guy.  I'm just not equipped for what you want."

   Mom rescued me seconds later.  I handed Hunter over to her.  Kelly and I
went back to finishing our breakfast while Mom breast fed my little
brother. Noah and Connor both stared at Mom as she nursed.

   "They look envious Mom," I teased.

   "Grandmothers don't nurse their grandkids," Mom replied.  "These two are
simply out of luck."

   Kelly and I finished our breakfast, cleaned our dishes and then headed
out.

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   Kelly and I had a great time at the amusement park.  We rode all the
coasters, even the venerable, all-wooden Comet.  The Waverider and SeaQuel
were a lot fun too.  Both of us loved getting all wet on that hot
afternoon. I treated Kelly to a Philly steak sandwich when I grabbed one as
we finished at the Boardwalk portion of the park.  We grabbed other treats
as we worked our way across the park, enjoying the various thrill rides
that made Hersheypark famous in our region.

   We finished the night by stopping off at a refreshment stand for some of
Turkey Hill Dairy's delicious ice cream.  We climbed in line at the Comet
and rode one more time.  We headed for home as the sun set.  We got back to
my house about an hour later.

   Mom saved two slices of apple pie for us, as she promised she would. 
Kelly and I enjoyed the pie as we talked with Mom and Dad in the kitchen
before bedtime.  Mom reminded me that my purpose this weekend was to
prepare for college.  I assured her that I had everything in hand.  I'd
have all my packing done tomorrow.

   Kelly and I headed downstairs to our bedroom lair when Mom and Dad
headed to the family room to watch the Ten O'clock News.  Kelly suggested I
shower first before bed.

   I dropped the towel around my waist in the chair and settled on the bed
when Kelly took her turn in the bathroom.  I perused a magazine and teased
my cock while I waited for my lover.  I noticed that Kelly's birth control
ring was laying on the nightstand.  I remembered that Kelly took it out
once a month.  That was how long ago we had been at Aaron and Tania's
wedding.

   I was mildly surprised when Kelly came out of the bathroom wearing a bra
and panties.  She stopped short when she saw me lying on the bed.

   "Kyle!" Kelly exclaimed.  "You're naked!"

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "Shouldn't I be?"

   "What if my parents come downstairs?" Kelly exclaimed.  "We'll get
caught!" I caught the wink she gave me.

   "Your parents?" I said, realizing we were going to do some role-playing
again.  Who was I this time?  "Sorry, I'll put my boxers back on." I
grabbed them from the floor and pulled them up over my now hard cock.

   "That's better," Kelly said sweetly.  "Daddy would kill you if he
thought we were fooling around down here."

   "We'll be careful, I promise," I said.  I motioned for Kelly to join me
on the bed.

   She did.  We cuddled together and began deep kissing.  We did that for a
couple minutes.  I slipped my hand down as we were kissing to fondle
Kelly's breast.  She reacted immediately.

   "Behave Kyle!" Kelly insisted.  "You know I'm a good girl."

   I pulled my hand away from Kelly's tits.  "Sorry honey," I answered.

   I understood our role-playing a little more.  I was the horny boyfriend
pushing the sweet innocent virgin in depravity.  I kissed Kelly some more,
doing my best to turn her on.  I nibbled on her ear and kissed around her
neck, heading for the cleft where her collarbones met.  Remembering my
moves from ninth grade, I rubbed her sides with my hands, slowly
approaching her breasts.

   Kelly didn't object this time as my caresses edged onto the sides of her
breasts.  I slowly teased them, along the sides and running my fingers
under them.  My tongue and Kelly's tongues tangled together as we kissed
deeply.

   Kelly allowed me to fondle her tits after a couple more minutes of
kissing and playing.  Certain that I was to keep pushing, I hugged Kelly
tight to my body.  I fumbled with the clasp to Kelly's bra, pretending not
to know how to undo it.

   "Kyle!" Kelly protested.  "What if my Daddy comes downstairs?"

   "He won't honey," I begged.  "I just want to see your breasts.  They're
so beautiful." Kelly made a half-hearted try to stop me, but I got her bra
undone.  I pulled her bra off while Kelly held her arms over her now bare
tits, pretending to hide them.

   I pulled Kelly's arms out of the way and goggled her breasts.  "They're
beautiful honey.  Please let me touch them," I pleaded.

   "I shouldn't," Kelly said quietly.

   "Just a little....  Please???" I begged.  I massaged around the edges
and under her breasts, slowly getting more of my hands onto the luscious
orbs.  Unlike the naive schoolboy I was playing, I knew exactly what Kelly
liked when I played with her breasts.  Kelly didn't protest anymore when I
had my whole hand on them.

   Kelly and I lay on our sides as I continued massaging and caressing her
breasts.  Kelly shuddered when I teased her hard nipples.  I pulled my
lover to me again and went back to deep kissing.

   I slipped my hand down and rubbed Kelly's tummy while we kissed.  My
sweet little virgin did not complain.  I took that as approval to go
further.  I slipped my hand down to Kelly's panties.  I rubbed outside
them, feeling the wet spot in her panties.  I continued rubbing.

   "Ooohh....  Kyle...." Kelly protested weakly.  "We shouldn't...." I
continued rubbing gently.  I could feel the wet spot growing larger. 
"Ohhh.....  What if my Daddy....." I rubbed near the top of her slot,
knowing I would hit her clitoris.  "Oh God!" Kelly moaned into my mouth as
my tongue teased her lips.

   I pushed her panties aside and slipped my hand in the leg hole and
rubbed her labia.  Kelly moaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled.  I
rubbed up and down her well lubricated slot, teasing her more.

   "Ooohh... I don't think we should...." Kelly moaned.  I continued
rubbing and teasing.  Kelly squirmed as I stimulated her.  I rubbed along
her slot and ran my finger around the hood protecting her clit.  I
concentrated there, bringing Kelly closer to orgasm.

   "Oh... Oh....  Ooooohhhh...." My lover groaned as she neared climax.  I
rubbed a little more and sent her into orbit.  Kelly moaned "Ooohh GGggod!"
as she climaxed.

   I sprawled out again, pinning my lover against the bed.  I kissed her
while she rode out her orgasm.  We went back to caressing and kissing when
Kelly recovered.  Kelly slipped her hand down and rubbed my cock.

   "Is it normally this big?" she asked, feigning innocence.

   "You make it really excited sweetie.  Do you want to see it?" I asked.

   "NO!" Kelly said instantly.  "I shouldn't be doing this."

   It's OK honey," I promised.  "Nothing bad is going to happen."

   Kelly continued rubbing my hard-on.  "Does this feel good?" she asked
sweetly.

   "It feels great," I answered.  "It would feel even better if we rubbed
our bodies together."

   "How should we do this?" Kelly asked.

   I positioned myself and rubbed my hard, boxer covered erection against
Kelly's panty clad pussy.  My pre-cum wetted my boxers as I rubbed it into
the wet spot in Kelly's panties.  We rubbed together for a couple minutes.

   "It would feel better if we took off our underwear," I suggested.  I
reached between us and tried to pull her panties down.  Kelly tried to stop
me.

   "We can't go all the way tonight Kyle," Kelly pleaded.  "Daddy would
kill us if he found out." She grappled with my hand as I tried to pull at
her panties.

   I leaned in and began kissing, attempting to distract her.  Kelly
relaxed and let me at her panties.  I pulled them down as I rolled Kelly on
top of me.  We continued kissing while I pulled them below her knees.  I
used one leg to pull them the rest of the way off while we kissed.

   Kelly rubbed her bare pussy against the bulge in my boxers.  Kelly's
juices soaked through my boxers.  I rolled the two of us over so I was on
top again.  I rubbed as I continued kissing my lover.  The rubbing drove
Kelly to a second orgasm.  I kissed her cheeks, neck and upper chest.  I
took advantage of the pause to pull my boxers off.

   I pressed our naked bodies together when Kelly stopped shaking.  I
rubbed my hard cock up and down through her wet slot.

   Kelly moaned, "Oooh... Oh yeah....  That's nice Kyle...." I kept
rubbing.

   I decided that the time was ripe.  I dipped my cock lower the next time
I pulled it down her slot.  I angled it correctly and pushed the tip into
my lover's hole and stopped.

   Kelly's eyes flew wide open.  She mouthed a silent `oh.' I nudged my
cock in a little more.  "We can't do this Kyle!  It's wrong."

   "It'll be nice Kelly," I replied.  "Please let me keep going." I poked
my erection a half inch deeper, stretching her pussy lips tight around the
head of my cock.

   "We can't do this Kyle!" Kelly insisted.  "I've never let a boy go this
far."

   "Please..." I begged.  "You'll love this, I promise." I froze, waiting
for Kelly to break down and agree to our lovemaking.

   To my shock, Kelly tried to pulled away.  "We can't do this Kyle.  It is
the wrong time of month.  I might get pregnant." I pressed in a little
more, preventing Kelly from disengaging us.

   "Please honey," I implored.  "It will feel great.  I promise."

   "No Kyle," Kelly said decisively.  "We have to stop." I squirmed and let
my cock burrow a little deeper into my lover's pussy.

   "I'll pull out before I cum, I promise," I entreated.  I thrust hard,
burying half my cock in my lover's pussy.

   "You promise Kyle?" Kelly asked.  I nodded yes.  "You have to pull out
Kyle.  My period is due in two weeks.  I'll get pregnant for sure if you
cum in me."

   "I promise sweetie," I pledged.  "I'll make sure I pull out before I
squirt."

   "OK Kyle," Kelly said.  "You better be careful."

   I thrust my hips hard, burying my cock all the way into my lover.  I
started thrusting in and out.  Kelly dropped the play acting for the time
being and simply enjoyed our coupling.

   My humping and grinding coaxed Kelly to an orgasm after a few minutes. I
continued pumping in and out.

   Kelly cooed and sighed as we mated.  After a couple more minutes Kelly
said, "Remember Kyle, you promised you would pull out before you cum."

   "Yeah," I grunted as I thrust.  "I promise honey." We continued sharing
ourselves with each other.

   "Are you close Kyle?" Kelly asked.

   "No....  no, not yet," I promised.  Kelly put her hands on my ass cheeks
and pulled me into her as I thrust.  We continued making love
enthusiastically.

   Every minute or so Kelly asked, "Are you close yet Kyle?  You have to
pull out." Or "Please don't get me pregnant Kyle." I promised faithfully
that I would be careful.

   When Kelly was approaching another climax, I ratcheted up our game.  I
thrust hard repeatedly and grunted.  "I'm getting close Kelly.  Should I
pull out?"

   "Ooohhh....  Not yet....  Just a little more, pleaaaasseeeeee....."
Kelly begged.

   "Gotta stop... Ooohhh... almost there...... need to pull out....." I
grunted while I pumped in and out hard.

   "Nooooooo....." Kelly pleaded.  "Don't' stop.....  I want......" Kelly
pleaded.

   I thrust in hard two more times as the sperm rose up my cockshaft. 
"Ooooohhh...." I howled.  "I'm cumming soon!"

   Kelly wrapped her legs around my butt and pleaded, "Pull out Kyle! 
Don't get me.....  pregnant.....  Aaaaeeeeiiiiii" Kelly squealed as she
came.  I planted my cock as deep as possible in my lover's belly and
squirted pulse after pulse of sperm into her womb.  Kelly clutched me to
her as she shook from her orgasm.

   We clung together desperately while our orgasms brought us relief.  We
rolled on our sides and panted as we recovered from our coupling.

   "I'm sorry Kelly," I teased.  "I wanted to pull out but it felt too
good. I'm sorry."

   Kelly's eyes twinkled as she answered, "What are we going to do if I get
knocked up?  I can't have a baby.  I'm only fourteen."

   I gave her a kiss.  "I'll marry you if you have a baby.  I'm sure our
parents will give their permission if that happens.  I love you totally
Kelly."

   "I love you too Kyle," Kelly answered.  "I'm glad you were my first
boy."

   We cuddled and kissed for a couple minutes.  I sat up and broke the
spell.  "I guess we better get cleaned up for bed."

   "That was a good fantasy, wasn't it Kyle?" Kelly asked.

   "I love how imaginative you are," I agreed.  "This was really fun."

   Kelly and I cleaned up and returned to bed, spooned together.  I pulled
the sheets over us before we fell asleep.

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   I woke early in the morning with a piss hard-on.  I quietly climbed out
of bed and went to the bathroom.  Kelly had rolled over when I came back to
our bed.  I climbed in.  Kelly opened her eyes and smiled.  "Good morning
sweetie," she said.

   We exchanged kisses and then spooned together.  My thoughts were less
than pure as I pressed my body against Kelly's naked back and I fondled her
breast.  My cock rose and wedged its hardness into the crack in Kelly's ass
cheeks.

   Kelly squirmed when she felt my hardness prodding her.  It didn't take
long for our lustiness to take hold.  Kelly and I made love on our sides,
slowly and gently until both of were satisfied.  The sun was just beginning
to light the eastern sky when we fell back asleep.

   I woke later in the morning to the sound of the shower running.  I felt
the bed beside me and found Kelly was missing.  I lounged in bed for ten
minutes while I waited for Kelly to finish.  I took a quick shower when she
was done.  We made ourselves some breakfast.

   We spent the last hour of the morning packing, organizing and loading my
things in my Golf for my move back to campus on Sunday.  I found a few odds
and ends that I forgot in June when I was buying things for school.  Kelly
and I headed to the mall in the afternoon.

   We picked up the sundries I needed and then spent some time window
shopping in the mall.  We went by the Sports Authority store.  They had a
nice window display that said, "Support Lancaster County's own - Zachary
Hayes - #6, Heisman candidate and Kyle Martin #87, All-American".  I was
pleased that our PR department was on the ball.

   Kelly decided she wanted to buy one of my jerseys to wear on game days,
so we went inside.  I teased the clerk as he rang up Kelly's purchase, "You
need to update the display out front because you're missing some of Penn
State's Lancaster County players."

   "You're probably thinking of #85," he explained.  "Kyle Martin switched
numbers this spring.  He is wearing #87 now."

   "I know, I'm Kyle Martin," I answered.  The clerk did a double take but
didn't say more yet.  I continued, "I mean you are missing two more players
- #82, Christian Hunsecker and Charles Taylor from here in Lancaster.  I
don't know Charles' number.  It won't be assigned until Monday morning. 
People in Manheim will buy Christian's jersey.  I'm sure of it.  Kids from
McCaskey would probably want Charles' too."

   "You're really him?" the clerk asked.  I nodded yes and showed him my
driver's license.  "I'll void this sale and let you have the jersey for
free if you'll do a few autographs."

   "I'll gladly do autographs for you," I replied.  "But I can't accept the
jersey for free.  The NCAA takes a dim view of that.  Go ahead and finish
ringing up Kelly's jersey."

   "You got it Kyle," the clerk answered.  He finished the sale and took
Kelly's money.  When he was done he took the PA mike and announced,
"Shoppers, Penn State's All-American punt and kick returner Kyle Martin is
in the store for a few minutes and is willing to sign autographs.  We have
a full supply of his jersey available for sale at the front counter."

   I spent the next ten minutes signing autographs and talking with Penn
State fans.  The store manager was pleased.  He sold nearly all of my
jerseys while I was there.  When the frenzy calmed Kelly and I headed
outside to the relative anonymity of the mall.

   Kelly and I headed for home around 4:30, after I had picked up
everything I needed for school.  Dad grilled some steaks outside and Liz
added fried potatoes and a salad for dinner.

   Kelly and I finished loading up my car when dinner was over.  We talked
about going dancing at the Green Iguana Club in Lancaster, but decided that
we wanted to be home earlier since both of us had long drives tomorrow.  We
decided to go play mini-golf at the course between Strasburg and Lampeter.
We stopped in at the Ice Cream Store in Strasburg on the way home.

   Kelly and I headed to the basement bedroom after we said good night to
my parents.  Kelly had me shower first.  I hung out on the bed when I was
finished, with boxers, in case Kelly wanted to play "sweet young virgin"
again that evening.

   Kelly came out of the bathroom bare-ass naked when she finished her
shower.  She gave my boxers a funny look.  I shucked them immediately.  She
joined me in bed and we began making out.  We did this for a couple
minutes.

   "Could I give you a blow job first?" Kelly asked sweetly.

   "Sure," I agreed readily.  "That would be wonderful." I sat back against
the head of the bed, spread me legs and gave my lover access to my jewels.
Kelly licked and teased my balls, cock shaft and cock head for a minute and
then paused.

   I frowned as she pulled away until I realized she was reaching for the
ID Glide.  She lubricated her finger and returned back to me.  She teased
around my asshole for a few seconds while she licked my knob and then
skewered me with her finger.

   I pride myself on my control when I'm with a woman, but between her
rubbing my prostate and hoovering my cockhead with her mouth, I came very
quickly.  Kelly sucked and sucked, catching nearly all of the cum I spewed
into her mouth.  She gave me the biggest Cheshire cat grin when she
released my spent organ from her mouth.

   All I could manage was to moan, "Oooh... Thanks sweetie..." I sprawled
out on the bed, trying to regain my senses.  Kelly lay on top of me, giving
me kisses as I recovered.

   "Wow!  That was amazing honey," I said when I was alert again.  "Thank
you."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it Kyle," she answered.  "It was my pleasure."

   "What would you like to do next?"

   "I still want to try anal," Kelly replied.  "Can we try again?"

   "Anal?" I said.  "OK, we'll need to try something to help you relax. 
How about a body massage?"

   Kelly agreed.  I had her lay out on the bed, face down.  I spent close
to ten minutes massaging her from head to foot, getting her totally relaxed
and comfortable.  I finished off kneading her ass cheeks until all tension
was gone.

   I poured a little lube down her crack and proceeded to massage it in.  I
carefully inserted one finger and continued massaging, trying to relax her
sphincter muscle.  I added more lube and continued stroking in and out,
stretching her gently.  I added more lube and a second finger a couple
minutes later.

   "Is this going to take all night?" Kelly asked about five minutes after
we started.

   "Patience," I instructed.  "This is going to take some time.  It will
hurt if we hurry."

   "OK, I'll try," Kelly agreed.

   I stretched and stroked her hole a little more and then added another
dollop of lubrication.

   "Here goes honey," I instructed.  I separated the two fingers of my left
hand in her bottom, stretching her and making room for another finger.  I
slipped my right pointer into the gap I created.  I let Kelly get used to
them.  "Is this OK?" I asked.

   "Is it in yet?" Kelly asked.

   "Yes, it is," I confirmed.

   "Goody!" Kelly said happily.  "Let's try your cock now."

   "Slow down," I replied.  "Get used to this first." I worked the three
fingers in and out, stretching and massaging her ring of muscle.  I felt
Kelly relax.  I pulled my right pointer out and added more lubrication. 
When my lover was good and wet I inserted a third finger from my left hand
and continued working the lubricant in as deep as I could reach.

   "Do you think you used too much Glide?" Kelly asked.  "It's running
everywhere."

   "It isn't possible to use too much," I explained.  "I don't want this to
hurt you.  Does this feel good?"

   "I'm OK" Kelly answered.  "Are you going to put your cock in now?"

   "Not yet," I replied.  "I want you to be on top when we do this.  You
need to be in complete control of how this goes." I pulled Kelly up while I
sat on the bed with my legs straight.  We lubed my cock thoroughly to get
it ready for penetration.  I had Kelly stand so she straddled me while she
faced me.  "Sit down slowly, I'll get you lined up."

   Kelly squatted down over my big cock, balancing herself with one hand
behind her back on the bed.

   "Stop for a second," I directed when she was an inch or so above my
cock. I thrust my hips up and rubbed my erection up and down her slippery
crack, spreading more lube over everything.  "Are you sure you want to do
this?" I asked.

   "Yes," Kelly agreed.  "What do I do now?"

   "Take it real slow and settle down on to it honey," I said.  I used one
hand to hold my cock straight up as Kelly lowered herself.  She hesitated
when my cockhead nestled against her rosebud.

   "Here goes," Kelly said.  I felt her apply pressure to the tip of my
cock as she tried to accept it into her body.  Kelly's face scrunched up as
she concentrated.  Her sphincter resisted for a bit.  "It's not working
Kyle.  What's wrong?"

   "It's OK," I said comfortingly.  "Keep trying."

   Kelly pressed down a little harder and suddenly my cockhead popped in.
Kelly settled about an inch, her face displaying her shock.

   "Are you OK?" I asked.

   "Yes," Kelly replied.  "It went in so quick.  It surprised me."

   "You took the biggest part," I replied.  "The rest of my cock will be
easy."

   Kelly put her hands on my shoulders, smiled and let her body sink,
impaling her on the remaining six inches of my cock.

   "How do you feel?" I asked.

   "Stuffed, but good," Kelly answered.  "I think I like this."

   Kelly rose a little and then sank down on my cock again.  She kept her
hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.  She bounced up and down,
getting used to anal intercourse.  When she was comfortable, I started
playing with her breasts, caressing and squeezing them as she frigged
herself on my cock.

   We did the back door boogie for about five minutes.  I was worried that
Kelly wouldn't get off from just my cock.  I started to play with her
conveniently placed clitoris to help things along.  I had an urgent need to
help her get off because I hadn't experienced the tight confines of a
rectum for over a year.  I was approaching rapture faster than I wanted, so
I twiddled her clitoris until Kelly climaxed.  Her squirming and the way
her asshole constricted with each orgasmic contraction pushed me too far. I
unleashed a gut load of sperm as I came.  The two of us clung together for
a minute or so while our bodies calmed down.

   Kelly and I cleaned up in the bathroom and went back to bed.  We cuddled
together and exchanged a few kisses as we relaxed.

   "Was it what you expected?" I asked between kisses.

   "It was good," Kelly replied.  "It was different, but I liked it."

   "Why did you want to try this so desperately?" I asked.

   "Want it desperately?" Kelly repeated.  "I don't know if that's true.  I
want us to have variety in our sex life.  I guess that's why I wanted to
try this.  I don't want you to get bored with sex if we make our
relationship last long term."

   "I can't imagine I would ever get tired of sex with you..." I answered.
"...but I don't mind trying other things with you."

   "You've opened my eyes to so many new things since we started dating,"
Kelly explained.  "You know how my parents are.  They are so
overprotective. This past year between school, my new friends, dating you
and then all the things you've taught me in bed; it's all just blown my
mind.  There are so many things I want to experience.  I'm loving life and
just want to grab it and try everything!"

   "I happy you are so happy," I agreed as Kelly smothered me with kisses.

   I had expected Kelly would be satisfied with the sex we had already. 
No, my lover wanted to grab everything life had to offer - including me. 
We made love a second time, conventionally, missionary style.  Kelly wanted
a long, hard fucking.  After two good cums that night, I was capable of
providing her with what she needed.  We fell asleep tired but satisfied
after our second coupling.

   My alarm woke us at 7:30 on Sunday morning.  Kelly was invited to go to
mass with Kathy Trimble.  I wanted to get to campus by lunchtime so I had
time to move in properly that afternoon before the night's team dinner.  We
each took a shower, dressed and headed upstairs for breakfast with my
family.

   Kelly made sure to thank everyone for their hospitality during her visit
as we ate breakfast.  I said my good byes to Hunter, Noah and Connor.  I
hoped the kids remembered me when I came home for Thanksgiving.

   I had unfinished business with Andy.  I asked, "When is your official
visit to Penn State?"

   "I'm coming for the Michigan game, September 24th," I Andy replied.

   "Cool, that'll be a good game," I said.  "When are your other official
visits?"

   "Rutgers is September 18th, Maryland is October 9th, Temple is October
23rd, and Delaware is October 30th," Andy replied.

   "You're really considering Delaware?" I asked.  "You can do much better
than them.  Any Division I-A school in the country will be interested in
you.  You don't need to settle for a Division I-AA school."

   "It's the only college that is one hour from home that is offering me a
scholarship," Andy explained.  "I can be home on Saturday night after a
game and spend time with my boys."

   "I don't know if you're going to have that much time free," I answered.
"Did you talk to Trent Wilson or Andy Groff like I suggested?"

   "I talked to both of them," Andy said.  "They both said it takes lots of
time to play football for the Blue Hens." After a pause, Andy added, "I
still don't see why it isn't possible to come home on Saturday nights.  How
much football do you study on Saturday nights?"

   Andy knew perfectly well what I did on Saturday nights, not that I could
articulate that at the breakfast table in front of the young kids or our
Mom.  "It's a time to bond with your teammates," I answered lamely.

   "I think I'll bond just fine with my teammates if I catch a lot of
passes in games," Andy countered.

   "Don't think short term Andy," I answered.  "You'll learn more football
and have a better chance to move on up in football if you go to someplace
like Penn State.  Wouldn't assuring you and the boys financial security for
life a few years from now be worth more than a few Saturday nights together
during college?"

   "You make a good point Kyle," Andy admitted.  "I have a lot to think
about this fall."

   "Keep an open mind to Penn State," I replied.

   After I said my good byes to Mom and Liz, I turned to Dad.

   "I guess I'll see you on September 24th Dad," I said.

   "No, I'll see you at the Florida International game," Dad answered. 
"You do know I got season tickets, don't you?"

   "No, how'd you manage that?" I asked.  "I know people are on the season
ticket waiting list for years before they get a chance at tickets.  How did
you get them so fast?"

   "You don't know about the team's family program?" Dad asked.  I shook my
head no.  "The team let's a family get two season tickets to the family
area in the stadium.  I can get the tickets only while you're a team
member. After you graduate I go back to the regular waiting list for
tickets.  I'm planning on coming to five games this season."

   "That's cool," I said.  "I'm glad you're going to get a chance to see me
live."

   It was nearly time for my family to leave for church.  I gave the little
kids, Mom and Liz hugs and kisses before they left.  Dad got a hug and a
hand shake.  Andy settled for hand shake.  You can never be too careful
when you're a teenaged guy about people thinking you're a little gay.

   Kelly and I went out on the porch and waved good bye as my family left
for church.

   "I guess you don't have much time," I said after my family disappeared
down the road.

   "No, I don't," Kelly agreed.

   "I love you and I'll miss you the next three weeks," I said as I hugged
my lover.

   "I love you too Kyle," Kelly replied.  We were exchanging kisses when
Kathy Trimble pulled up to the curb in front of my house and blew her horn.
"I got to go!"

   "I know," I replied as I gave her one last kiss.

   "Write me every day," Kelly said as we walked across the lawn.

   "I will, I promise," I answered.  As Kelly climbed in the car I told
Kathy, "Thanks for taking Kelly to mass.  Tell Jeremy to have a good season
when you see him."

   "I will Kyle," Kathy answered.  "You have a good season too."

   I gave Kelly one last kiss through the window before Kathy pulled away.
"I'll see you in three weeks," I yelled as they drove away.  I stood
watching them leave, alone in my big front yard.

   I went back to the house and checked my bedroom upstairs as well as the
guest room downstairs for anything I might have forgotten to pack last
night.  I grabbed a couple small things and carried them out, locking the
front door on the way out.

   I hopped in my faithful red VW Golf and headed west for Lancaster,
Harrisburg and State College.  My summer break was fun but I was looking
forward to nine months of football, classes, football, homework, football,
my lover and my friends - oh, and some more football.  That would be my
life as a sophomore.

   (to be continued)

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   (C) 2007-8, Douglas Fox

   This story may not be reposted without express permission of the author.

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   This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone
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