“I was embarrassed when the All-Conference list came out today. You both should have been first team. I just wanted to acknowledge my appreciation of how well you both played this year. The good news is that you’ll get some revenge. Our first State Playoff game will be Wednesday against Eastside!”
Hell, yes! The team went nuts and rushed the basketball court. When we finally calmed down, the coaches broke us up into offense and defense, and we went to watch film of Eastside. The first time we played them, we only had Luke and Bill as weapons. Now we also had Wolf and Ed. I was going to run up the score if Coach Lambert would let me.
Coach Engels ran the offensive session. He gave us an overview as he saw it.
“This is going to be a close game. Eastside’s defense plays against a passing offense every day in practice.” He looked around the room to make sure he had our attention. “Our biggest advantage is that they’re used to the West Coast offense. They’ll try to keep everything in front of them because they’re used to that style of short passing game. We’re going to stretch them and force them to make plays. The other advantage we have is Wolf. Their defensive backs are small and fast. Wolf’s size will cause them problems. If we can get them to switch a linebacker to him, we’ll have an advantage.”
After practice, I wasn’t as confident as I was going in. The long passing game was high-risk, high-reward. If things went our way, we could blow them out. If not, well, I didn’t want to think about that.
I WALKED OUT OF PRACTICE to find Cindy had waited on me. I had time today to think about what I wanted to say. I planned out the whole conversation. She just never gave me a chance. She grabbed me, and the next I knew our lips were locked in a death match. She made me forget that we weren’t supposed to be doing this. That was the disadvantage of being a fifteen-year-old boy: a hot, willing girl was very hard to resist. When she was Cindy Lewis, I had no frickin’ chance.
It didn’t help that she wore her naughty Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Something about knee-high socks, a plaid skirt, and a white button-up blouse got me revved up. She grabbed my hand and dragged me behind the shop building. We had more privacy, but we were still exposed. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she got the idea. She kneeled before me and pulled my sweats down. I didn’t have anything else on so my member bobbed free. She took advantage and I felt the warm wetness that caused my knees to lock.
I could tell this was going to be quick. Her eyes showed that she knew I wasn’t going to last. I tried not to push too deep because her gag reflex was strong. I about fell down when I finally got there.
“You about killed me,” I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath.
She looked up at me and smiled when she saw the look of lust on my face.
“I take it you’re not mad at me.”
“You have every advantage: queen of the hot-chick clique; wearing my kryptonite, a schoolgirl uniform; and you just gave me head. I would be insane to be mad at you.”
She stood up and kissed me.
“Will you help me fix things with Angie?” she asked.
“Are you going to screw me stupid?”
She turned around and put her hands on the wall. I shuffled forward because my sweats were at my knees. I flipped her skirt up, and the sight of her bare bottom brought me back to full hardness. I rubbed the tip against her until she moaned.
I took her with one powerful thrust and then just pounded away.
“Oh, David, yes!”
I felt so naughty doing this on school grounds. The thought of getting caught seemed to add to the excitement. I decided right then and there that this was the absolute best way to solve a disagreement. Of course, I knew this meant I lost the argument. At that moment I didn’t care.
She screamed my name to let me know that I had gotten her there. Her excitement caused me to get there also. Then I had a moment of panic.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to wear a condom,” I said.
She smiled at me.
“Don’t be. Suzanne told me you’d been checked, and I’m protected. She and I talked, and she’s fine if you do this.”
“Cindy, this has nothing to do with you personally. Could you do me a favor and get tested? I’m more worried about where Greg and your exes have been than you.”
Cindy froze for just a second, but she took it well. Thank God for small favors.
“I see what you mean. My ex is almost as big a slut as Greg is. If we’re going to do this, you and Suzanne have a right to protect yourselves. I’ll go get a test tonight after I drop you off.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Greg and Angie told me about this weekend. Out of respect for Angie, I can’t take you home right now.”
“I understand. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Actually, no, I don’t.”
We walked around the shop to the parking lot. There were about ten guys standing around. Our appearance left no question what we’d been doing. My first thought was that I would need to defend Cindy. I underestimated the power of the Queen of our school. She gave them a withering look, and said in a voice that left no room not to obey, “If I hear one negative thing about me or David, I’ll make it my life’s mission to see that you are dateless for the rest of the year.”
She made eye contact with each one of them, and Kevin stepped forward. He added his weight to her words.
“And I will kick each of your asses.”
I had no doubt that it would be all over school come morning. These were horny teenagers that had juicy gossip. The only way to keep them from talking would be to put a bullet in their heads. I just hoped I got home before Angie found out. I needed to tell her to her face instead of letting the gossip mill distort what happened. I let Cindy lead me to her car, and she dropped me off at home.
I WENT UP THE STAIRS of my apartment with a heavy heart. I didn’t want to face Angie, but took a deep breath and walked in. I found her sitting with Kyle on the floor. She saw me come in and the look on my face.
“Are you not going to State?” she asked.
“Yeah, we play Eastside this Wednesday.” I straightened my back and faced her. “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, hell, let me guess. Greg did something.”
I collapsed on the couch.
“No; at least, not that I know. No, I need to apologize.”
She gave me a look.
“What did you do?”
Wow, she had the ‘mom voice’ down already. Kyle was screwed.
“I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just tell you: I was with Cindy today.”
She made a circle with her thumb and index finger with one hand and slid another finger into the circle in a sexual motion.
“You mean?” she asked.
I dropped my head. She half turned from me and bit her lower lip. Her shoulders started to shake. This was my worst nightmare. Then she broke out laughing.
“David, you’re not my boyfriend. I could care less who you’re sleeping with. In fact, I think you should sleep with Cindy. She has a great body. Now wait here,” she said, and then left me with Kyle.
She came back with Greg.
“Tell him what you did,” she said as she turned to me.
My face went beet red as he glared at me. I looked at her, panicked.
“Which thing?” I asked.
“There’s more than one thing?” Greg turned to her and asked.
She patted him on the arm as if he were an idiot.
“He’s a Dawson,” she said and then turned to me. “I want you to tell him what you told me.”
I shook my head.
“David, you tell Greg now.” Again with the ‘mom voice.’
Greg watched this like it was a tennis match.
“Tell me what?”
We stared at each other to see who would blink first. I caved, which was nothing new, and I wasn’t proud of it.
“I had sex with Cindy after school.”