“I really can’t do that, sir.”
“Coach, he doesn’t go here,” Tami said to help clue Coach in.
“Where do you go to school, son?”
“Lincoln High,” I said. “Sir, I hope I didn’t waste your time. I just love baseball and Tami had been on me to pitch. I guess I got a little carried away.”
“No problem. You have potential. If you ever need any advice, give me a call.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
We were now up for the other batting cage. We let Missy go first because she hadn’t gotten a chance yet. I went last. I was rusty but had fun just the same.
When we were done, they took me through the Field House. I was almost drooling. The setup was as good as most universities. I suddenly had an idea. I got my phone out and called Coach Hope.
“Have you seen the facilities at Wesleyan?”
“No, are they nice?” Coach asked.
“They’re out of this world. It got me thinking. We need to upgrade our facilities at Lincoln.”
“The school board will never go for that.”
“Coach, quit thinking like that. We go through the booster club. Hell, if they would pay for Bo Harrington, I’m sure they’d upgrade our weight room.”
“What do you mean, paid for Bo Harrington?”
“It was before we had an actual booster club. Talk to Tom if you’re worried about it. He read the contract. I would suggest you talk to Kendal about the boosters. She knows all those people and worked with them last season doing the hospitality tents. I bet they’d do a fundraiser. This town loves football. I know there’re rules about that stuff, but they seemed to have a clue.”
TAMI AND MISSY TALKED Harper into bringing her boyfriend Ray out to dinner with us. Tami was bringing Trevor. The girls wanted to try this place that served meat on a stick, or Brazilian barbecue. Basically, the waitstaff would come around with different meats; some kinds came in big chunks that they would slice off for you, others came in cubes, and you got hunks pushed off the giant metal skewer. They also had a salad bar that you could eat on for days and not get through everything. I thought the girls had an awesome idea.
You would think the three guys wouldn’t get along if you looked at our interests on paper. Ray was into theater, Trevor was the ultimate geek and I was into sports. We seemed to make it work.
“I hear you’ve done some TV ads,” Harper said to me.
“Let me show you,” I said as I reached for my phone.
Lily had set up a YouTube channel for me. I had just gotten the final cut of the black and white ad I did with Kara in New York. I played it first because Tami hadn’t seen it yet.
“I think this is an amazing video. The concept will really help it get noticed.”
I hit play.
“Dang, David, you’re hot,” Harper teased me. Then she turned on her boyfriend. “When are you going to get buff like that?”
“When you get bigger breasts,” he shot back.
I raised my finger to offer a suggestion.
“Shut it,” Harper said.
Tami and Missy laughed, confusing the boys. Nobody was talking and I knew better than to explain my pseudoscientific experiment.
“These I did over Christmas break. The beach one just got released in Europe. The proposal will play both here and in Europe.”
I played the diamond commercials. Then for fun, I played the Chicago video of when I kissed Adrienne.
Harper had her mouth hanging open while Ray gave me a high five.
“Show them your Range Sports pictures,” Tami said.
I pulled up the ones of me cutting through the virgin snow on a snowboard.
“They told me to get up to speed. I had no idea what that meant. I hit the turn going too fast and then hit the bump that sent me flying down the hill. Every time I did it in practice, I did a face-plant. I don’t know who was more impressed when I survived, the photographer or me. Then, purely as a self-preservation move, I was trying to bleed off speed,” I said, and pointed to the picture of a huge wall of snow going up as I cut hard to change directions.
They all laughed at the picture of me sprawled out right in front of the photographer. I then showed them the pictures with the girl who was a pro. The one with her upside down over my head was really cool. We then switched to the pictures with the four stooges.
“This turned out to be serious. A pack of young wolves tried to jump our horses. The other model fell off his horse and I had to go back to keep the pack off of him. Here I’m chasing them off.”
“Okay, one more, show them the butt picture,” Tami suggested.
I pulled it up.
“I’ve made some good money with this picture.”
“Could I get one?” Harper asked.
I pulled up Mrs. Hill’s website. Harper didn’t even bat an eye at the price. She made a note of where to buy it.
“I see there are a couple more ads. Can we see them?” Ray asked.
“Ask Missy, she’s in one of them,” I said.
“Yeah, it’s coming out soon, so I need to get used to it,” she agreed.
“This was done for Red. Here’s the original ad,” I said as it played. “I thought the girl was too old and the concept was wrong, so I paid to have this one made.”
I played the one with Missy. Trevor and Ray both gave her an appreciative smile. She just blushed.
AFTER DINNER, EACH couple wanted to spend some time alone. I tamped down the jealousy I felt when I thought of Tami going off with Trevor. I wanted to let her live her own life. I certainly had no room to talk; she had watched me be with other women. But I couldn’t help it, I thought of Tami as mine. If I thought this was serious at all, I would have a major problem.
Missy had one goal that night. She’d reserved a room at a local hotel to help achieve that goal. I kept forgetting that most of these kids had more money than they could possibly spend. Missy was no exception.
Once we entered the hotel room, I don’t think our lips broke apart for the next ten minutes. We took our time and explored each other’s bodies. When we finally stopped kissing, clothes went flying. Soon enough we were both fully naked. I pressed Mr. Happy between our bellies. Our skin was warming to the touch and when I caressed hers, I enjoyed its erotic feel. I reached down and picked her up, startling her at first, which made her clutch me around the neck. I got on the bed and knee-walked her to the center of the king-size bed. I gently laid her down and took in the sight.
Missy took my breath away. I had a brief traitorous thought and compared her body to Tracy’s. They could be related! Both had large breasts that sat high on their chests, and curves in all the right places. Missy was more petite, which made her breasts look bigger. Who was I to complain? Above her sex was a small trimmed patch of flaming-red hair. I took in a deep breath and inhaled her scent. She was wearing something that had a slight cinnamon smell.
While I was looking at her, she was taking in my body. There was desire in her eyes when she finally looked up. I wanted to make this special for her. She deserved only my best effort. I’d already formed a plan. I was going to take my time and enjoy every inch of her. My mouth watered at the thought of pleasuring this sexy girl. I began kissing my way down my goddess’s body.
I went to work identifying her erogenous spots. I didn’t want to rush this part. I caressed, rubbed, licked and suckled every inch of her. She was lying back, enjoying the attention. She was also moaning, which gave me clues as to what she liked. I finally got my face down to Missy’s sex, and I took a long slow lick of her aroused muff.
Missy shuddered while pulling her legs back and spreading them to give me better access. With my second lick, I sucked her engorged lips into my mouth. She instantly grabbed my hair and tried to pull me off.