This time I took her in the missionary position. Harper seemed to be really enjoying herself. Suddenly she had her claws in my butt, urging me to do it harder. When she started to peak again, she grabbed my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. Her passion caused me to find my sweet release. Harper was a fun sex-partner. I could see staying in bed all day and seeing how many orgasms we could have.
I rolled off her and took care of the condoms, and then went to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles. We hadn’t said a word, which was weird. It was as if we didn’t need to. She looked down and my manhood was getting hard again. She gave me a funny smile and found my condom stash. She bent down and sucked me until I was ready for another round. She pushed me onto my back and put on the condom. She then climbed on for a ride. With her in this position, I was able to play with her breasts. They were supersensitive, and she was soon grunting again. I reached down and played with her button. Her eyes got big and her body locked up as she got her release.
This went on all morning. Every time I climaxed and started to wilt, she would suck me back to life. I had never had this much sex at one time. Harper was insatiable. The more she got off, the more she wanted. Finally, at almost noon, her stomach growled, causing us both to laugh.
I finally broke the silence.
“Come on. Let’s take a shower and go eat.”
“That sounds good. I need food before we do it again.”
I just groaned and she laughed at me.
I CAME OUT OF THE SHOWER to find Harper talking to Missy and Tami.
“Holy crap, I can’t outscrew him,” she complained. “I just give him a blowjob and he’s hard again. I think I’ve lost my touch.”
I walked up behind her and kissed her neck.
“Her plan is to feed me so I have enough energy for this afternoon,” I told them, then turned my head to face Harper. “Go get in the shower so I can eat.”
She went and took her shower. I collapsed in front of the monitor.
“Oh, dear lord, she’ll be the death of me,” I moaned.
Missy and Tami lost it. I picked my head up and gave them an evil look.
“Don’t you dare tell her that she’s done me in. I think she’s more competitive than I am. I’d never hear the end of it.”
“She says she’s so tender that she doesn’t think she can do it again,” Missy shared with me.
I got a gleeful look. Tami started shaking her head.
“Don’t even think about it. Her ‘other option’ is virgin, and she wants to keep it that way.”
“You’re no fun.”
They both gave me looks promising pain if I did it. I chuckled when Harper put on a skirt with no panties. She must really be sore. I said goodbye to the girls, and Harper and I went into the house. Mom had leftover Monical’s pizza heating up. Actually, Greg’s wannabe-girlfriend had loaded us up with pizza on the way out the door. Angie teased him that he needed to pay her in sexual favors for all the free food. Greg volunteered me for the task. I told him he needed to handle his own problems. I didn’t need her following me around like a lost puppy.
BY THE TIME WE’D WOLFED down leftover pizza, it was time to go to the game. I was suspended, but coach told me I had to keep the pitching charts while Alan did the other stats. At least we could sit in the stands so I could talk to Harper during the game. It never dawned on me that Alan and Harper should never be allowed near each other.
Harper sweet-talked him into telling her every embarrassing story he knew about me. He even got his tablet out and showed her my perm in middle school. To this day I have no idea how Tami talked me into that.
Mike had an off day and gave up three runs in the third. Justin came in and shut them down, but they only needed the three. We lost 3–2 for our first loss of the season. The good news was the varsity found their offense and was able to offset another bad pitching performance. They won 9–7.
DAD, COACH HOPE, AND Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan had all gone to Wesleyan for the weekend. I’d called Teddy Wesleyan and he was putting them up in his house on campus. So I wasn’t excited when Jim asked me to go into the house with him to get Cassidy. I just knew Brad would be running around like a jerk.
I walked in to find a keg being tapped in the living room. The bunch of ass-hats wasn’t even smart enough to put it outside. They’d never get the living room carpet clean. I had to laugh when they couldn’t figure out how to tap a keg. Tommy Cox gave me an evil look when he saw me laughing at them.
He came marching up to me, and I heard Jim groan as he hurried off to go get Cassidy. Tommy thought Jim was scared, and that he could bully me. I have to admit that next year’s seniors were getting bigger. I was going to have to figure out what they were doing. We were missing something in our workouts.
“You have a problem, Dawson?” he sneered at me.
I’d long ago explained what was going to happen the next time Tommy pulled some shit. Brad walked into the room in time to see me punch Tommy in the nose. I thought for a moment that he and I were going to go at it, but Cassidy showed up. She took one look at me and Tommy and turned on Brad.
“Are you brain-damaged? You let that dumbass near Dawson after what he pulled? You know if Tommy keeps it up, he’ll end up in jail,” Cassidy lectured her brother.
Then she saw what Brad was up to.
“Dad’s going to kill you,” she predicted.
“Shut up. I can have a party if I want to.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. And don’t even think I’m helping you clean up.”
He gave her a slight nod.
We got into the car and I gave Jim some shit.
“Nice backup, man.”
“Hey, I knew you could handle Tommy. I was worried Brad and the rest of his hooligans would show up. I figured Cassidy would enjoy kicking their asses.”
“I missed a fight?” Harper asked.
“It was no big deal, I just gave a kid a bloody nose,” I said, and then turned to Jim.
“Do you guys have a lot of fights? Are you going to fight again tonight?” Harper asked.
“No, and I don’t know yet. I might have to kick some guy’s butt if he hits on you,” I teased her.
Wesleyan wasn’t like the rest of the world. A fistfight was unheard of, according to Tami.
“In reality, it’s more likely that Cassidy will get into a fight,” Jim told her.
“You mean girls get into fights?”
“Cassidy usually kicks a boy’s butt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her kick another girl’s butt,” I told Harper.
“Oh dear God, is it going to be safe where we’re going?”
“Don’t let them tease you. David’s only been in two fights this week, and I’ve only hurt one boy,” Cassidy told Harper.
“Is that true?” Harper asked.
I just pounded my head against the back of the front seat as Jim reassured Harper. She was a little jumpy as we went to State to go to a restaurant Jim wanted to go to. All he would say was that they had good hot wings. We pulled up and the place looked a little run-down. Harper wasn’t sure she wanted to get out of the car. I took her hand and led her in. Inside was nicer. It was a spin-off of Hooters. Girls were in short-shorts and half t-shirts. Cassidy wasn’t pleased with Jim’s choice. To tell the truth, neither was I. The girls weren’t good-looking enough to outweigh the smell of stale grease from the kitchen.
Jim got outvoted and we left and went to a nice steakhouse. Harper visibly relaxed after she called Tami to find out how rough it really was here. I think she thought we were going to be mugged.