“Kendal, for something like this we need to talk to my parents. I’ll talk to coach and the school to see what day works best. Later in the week may work so my bruises have a chance to tone down. I need Cindy and Angie to pick out my clothes. Can they get paid a little something for their help?”
“Oh, man! You’re killing me! You haven’t made me a dime, and you’re already acting like a prima donna.”
“Ask Tracy, you don’t want me deciding what to wear. She used to come over and pick out what I was to wear. I think she still would, if I asked her.”
“How’s $50 each?”
“Sweet, I’ll let them know. I’ll call you later after I talk to everyone here.”
Everything got organized for Friday by the end of second period. Kendal planned to pick me up, and we would be at the photo studio by 10 a.m. I was happy to be having some serious cash potentially coming in. When I called Mom, she was cautious. She insisted on going with us on Friday. I was secretly glad she was going to be there. I liked Kendal, but I know Mom would look out for me.
FOR MY CLASS BEFORE lunch, I brought a small duffle bag. It had a box of condoms, towels, air freshener, and my lunch. I didn’t want the band practice room to smell like sex for the rest of the day. When the bell rang for lunch, I rushed to the band room. Lisa was already there. We found a practice room and I put a piece of sheet music in the window. Peggy had come through with a great place for a little fun. I started to get undressed, and was down to my boxers and socks when I saw that Lisa was just watching me.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?”
“I’m not as experienced sexually as you think I am,” she said, as she bit her lower lip.
I did a double take. What did she just say?
“You’re so hot. I can’t imagine that you’re inexperienced.”
“This is embarrassing. I normally can get a boy to roll over, and I rub their tummy like a puppy. I’ve tried three times with you, and each one hasn’t even come close to that. You have me either running away or willing to let you have your way with me. I guess I’d better say it: I’m a virgin.”
“But...” I stammered, as I was in Hell. “Can I ask you something: why no panties?”
“Allergies and my family’s a little free-spirited.”
“And all the rumors?”
“Just guys wanting to make a rep for themselves,” she said, and then giggled. “You’re actually a much bigger slut than I am. I heard Gina, and figured I’d mess with Mister Studly. Dummy me, I figured I could control you and keep you begging for more.
“I’ve decided something,” she said.
“Yes?”
“You’re going to be my first. Get some lambskin condoms so we can be prepared.”
“Okay.”
“I also don’t want my first time to be in the band room.”
I had been aroused for almost a full day, waiting for this. If she told me to put peanut butter on my member, I would’ve done it without question. I would figure out the logistics to make this happen.
I got dressed and she left first. I ate my lunch and followed her when the bell rang. I raced to my next class. As I ran, I wolfed down a sandwich. Alan waited on me, and he just smirked. I think our little Alan was growing up. Either that or he’d finally gotten laid and understood about discretion.
Chapter 12 – Truth or Dare
Friday November 22
KENDAL SHOWED UP AT 7:00 to pick up Mom and me. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Sun walk into the kitchen with me. I had my garment bag full. Cindy and Angie had shown my mom what went with what. It was a little insulting that they didn’t trust me to remember.
“Do you want some coffee?” I asked Kendal.
“Of course I do, I’m a college student. We all seem to live on the stuff.”
I poured her and Mom each a cup. I got Sun an orange juice. Greg wandered in and did a double take when he saw Kendal. Angie followed him with Kyle. My brother got the back of his head smacked.
“I talked to the photographer last night, and we may have gotten lucky. He has a model who needs new photos for her portfolio. Her agency wants some shots with a guy, and he asked if you’d be willing to help out.”
“I have two questions,” Mom said. “Will this affect David’s potential contract with Ford Models, and what’s he being paid?”
Mom was very direct when it came to business. Kendal didn’t miss a beat.
“The model is currently under contract with Ford. I talked to them and they’ve agreed to allow David to do the shoot. The photographer has agreed to waive his fee for David’s shoot. All we have to pay for is materials. Ford has agreed to pay David $1,000.00. That’ll cover his costs.”
Kendal pulled a contract out of her briefcase she had stashed under the table.
“Our firm charges 20% for representation. After a long discussion this week, we’re prepared to cut our fees in half. As Tom explained it to me, you’re a potentially huge client in the long run. Our finance people project your modeling income to be in the six-figure range by the time you’re seventeen. Even if you never play football, you could be set for life by the time you’re twenty-one.”
She gave a pause to let that sink in.
“Or you could be a complete bust,” Kendal continued. “What we’re doing is believing in you. I also get you as my initial client. The firm is looking at you for the long-term.”
“How does this affect my football status? I know you want to get into sports management at some point, and I can’t sign with a sports agent.”
“We’ve decided to put those plans on hold. Our focus is going to be in the entertainment and modeling representation. When you declare for the draft, after your junior year at the University of Florida, we’ll become registered sports agents.”
“You have a lot of faith that David’s good enough,” Sun laughed.
I was surprised when no one at the table even smiled. Kendal explained.
“David is currently rated the fifth-best quarterback prospect in the freshman class, and that’s a national ranking. We believe he has the potential to be an NFL first-round draft pick. Our firm takes David’s abilities seriously. We’ve had independent sources verify that, at his current development, he’ll be ‘good enough.’”
Kendal went over the contract and explained each section. Mom was familiar with contracts because of her real estate background. She asked several questions, and Kendal answered each one. When she was done, she had Mom and I sign the contract. Kendal then signed it.
We left for the photographer’s at 8. It was going to be an hour-and-a-half ride, so I stretched out in the back seat and fell asleep.
I WOKE TO HEAR KENDAL and Mom talking.
“I’m thankful he’s my second son. Greg put us through hell with his popularity with the girls. I don’t know how many times I had conversations with pissed-off mothers because their daughters were no longer virgins. For a while, I think he was on a personal mission to deflower every pretty girl he came across.”
“David confuses me. One moment I’m convinced he has no idea how good-looking he is; he’s just a normal teenager. Then it’s as if a switch is flipped, and I’m worried that if he asked me for a date, I would go. Hell, he’s expanding his harem,” Kendal said, sharing too much information, in my opinion.
“What!” Mom looked over the back seat to see me grinning. “David Allen Dawson, you better have a good explanation for this.”
I sat up so Kendal could see me in the rearview mirror. When Mom used your full name, you didn’t try to talk your way out of it. It was complete truth time, or die.
“A guy at school was being a jerk to Sun. She was sitting on my lap before math class, and we were just talking.”