The crack when she smacked my butt sounded like a shot had gone off.
“Oh yeah! That’s it. Smack my ass!” I moaned. "I think I’m in love!"
Jill was about to lose it. She grabbed my arm and dragged me off the table.
“Come on, Lover Boy, before you take on more than you can handle.”
I turned around to leer at Becky, but when I saw her face, I figured I’d better let it go.
The ice bath was pure torture. They filled one of the whirlpool baths with water and then dumped bags of ice into it. When I noticed that my balls had decided to crawl inside me, I was determined to get out, but Becky pushed me back in. She only made me stay in for another ten minutes or so, but it felt like an eternity. When I crawled out, my skin was bright red.
At that point, I no longer cared. I pulled my jockstrap off because it was wet and freezing cold. The trainers didn’t even flinch. Jill threw me a towel to dry off. They made me get onto the massage table and started to work on me, using an analgesic rub that both deadened the pain and warmed me. I felt a mix of pleasure and pain as they worked me over. When they were finished with my back, I was limp as a cooked noodle.
“Turn over,” Jill said smacking my ass.
They started on my front. I definitely was going to have to get a tub of the cream they were putting on me. Both of them knew how to give a massage. I could feel them find a knotted muscle and work it until it felt like a spring as it released. Surprisingly, I wasn’t turned on in the least. I think Mr. Happy was afraid they would dunk him back into the ice bath.
I fell asleep at some point. I slowly woke to find the entire training staff and Coach Lambert standing around me as they talked about me. Luckily, the girls had slid my shorts back on. Coach Lambert was pissed.
“Look at him. He looks like he was in a car wreck. Do we sit him this week?”
“Coach, he’s one of the toughest players I’ve ever seen," Becky said. "He took shots last night that would have killed most players. He has a very high pain tolerance, which is bad because he keeps playing. As a training staff, we let this young man down. I’m embarrassed to say we let him back in the game after that first play,” Becky said. She looked at me and gave me a concerned look. “Good, he’s awake. David, roll over so I can show them your neck.”
I did as I was told.
“Look at this bruise,” Becky continued. “It was caused by the edge of his helmet pressing into his spinal cord. In college, I saw the exact same bruise. That player never walked again.”
Jill had me roll on my side so they could see all my bruises.
“We rubbed him down with an analgesic to deaden the pain. The good news is we think that the damage isn’t as bad as it looks.”
“We’ll work on him until Wednesday and see if we can get him ready,” Becky said as she turned to Coach. “At the end of practice, we’ll evaluate him. No physical activity until we clear him.”
Mr. Hasting, the head trainer, weighed in.
“Coach, if I see him get blindsided in the next game I’m pulling him out, so you better fix your backside blocking or you won’t have David playing. His future is not playing high school football, and we can’t risk his health for a short-term gain. Eastside lost last night, so we’re a game up and in control of our playoff destiny.” He turned on me. “Next time Coach tries to pull you, let him. Good God, we were up four touchdowns.”
I felt bad. There was no reason other than pure selfishness for staying in that game. I’m sure they thought I was showcasing my talent on TV. The real reason was almost as bad: I was pissed and wanted to crush them. Listening to the concern everyone showed made me feel irresponsible. The training staff went into Coach’s office, so I got dressed and left.
LUKE CALLED ME WHEN I got back to remind me that tonight was guys’ night out and asked if I needed a ride. I still hadn’t heard from Cindy or Suzanne, so I decided to make the best of a bad day and take him up on his offer. He picked me up, and we went to Monical’s Pizza. He gave his brother Mike and Tim Foresee a ride also. We had a good time cutting up in the car. Monical’s was packed with families as it always is on Saturdays. They’re famous for giving you a lot of food for a reasonable price.
We saw many people we knew, and spent some time after we ordered to work our way through the restaurant, going from table to table. It turned out that only half of the guys showed up and none of the girls. The breakup of Beth and Gary really messed up attendance. I was happy to see that Jim Ball showed up. He still had a black eye, and was moving a little slowly.
We all finally sat down when our pizza was ready. Then it quickly became ‘pick on David’ time, and Magic was first at bat.
“So David, how was your hot threesome last night?”
“Dude! Totally uncool!” I said with a scowl. “First of all, Cindy and Suzanne are friends of ours. You know talking out of school will get all our balls cut off.”
I saw everyone nodding because they all knew that those two could do it.
“Secondly, when have I ever talked out of school about a date?” I asked. “But because you guys won’t be satisfied without some scoop, nothing even close to a threesome happened last night. And finally, I think you have all met Suzanne’s brother, Jim.”
Their heads snapped around when it dawned on them that they were talking about someone’s sister. That was a serious breach of the bro code! Magic had a sheepish look on his face.
“Sorry, Jim. I was just giving David shit.”
I smiled brightly.
“I did get a naked rub down and had my ass played with today, though.”
That remark lightened the mood. Jim gave me a nod to acknowledge that I had headed off a potentially embarrassing situation for him. Luke, who seemed to live for my adventures, had to ask.
“There has got to be a great story behind that.”
“Why, Luke, there is. First, I want to show you the results of not blocking for me.”
I stood up and lifted my shirt. I could see the shock on all their faces. I heard a gasp behind me, and I felt a cold hand run up my side. Looking at me with concern was Gina. She almost had tears in her eyes. I was suddenly concerned for her.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay. I might be out a week, but nothing’s broken. This time.”
It took a moment for that one to sink in.
“Shit! I might have to go back to quarterback,” Magic scowled.
Kevin, our All State linebacker and defensive captain, looked even more pissed. Magic was switched to cornerback and was now our lockdown guy. Kevin could potentially lose his best cornerback. I winked at the guys and turned back to Gina.
“Hey, let’s go somewhere for a little bit.”
I could see the look in her eyes that told me she knew that I was playing with the guys. Then she shocked even me when she got on her tiptoes and kissed me. She had achieved her desired goal, because all of us had our mouths hanging open.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I met you.”
“Uh.”
The gears in my mind were in a locked position. She grabbed my hand and guided me to her table. Sitting there was an older version of Gina. She looked to be in college. They both were exotically pretty. I knew from talking to Alan that they were of Indian descent. I sat down in their booth beside Gina and across from her sister.
“David, this is my sister, Emily. Emily, this is one of Alan’s best friends.”
Emily’s eyes lit up. Emily was the oldest of the three sisters.
“Don’t tell me you’re the David that Gina talks about. I think if she wasn’t dating Alan, she’d take a run at you. I can’t say that I blame her.”
Gina blushed, which made me laugh.
“What happened to the woman I know who’s always in control? Looks like your sister can push your buttons.”
Gina slugged my arm.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“Actually, it’s the other side.”
Somehow, that earned me another slug. I eyed their pizza because I could see the guys had devoured ours while I talked to Gina. Emily saw me, and she served me a couple of slices and filled a bowl of salad for me. Monical’s special was called the ‘Family Pleaser’ and served family-style. Most everyone got that, which was a pizza, pitcher of soda, and a huge salad. The girls watched in fascination as I polished off their leftovers.