I pulled out and placed the head against her rosebud as I caught my breath. Though I remained hard, I was satisfied. I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow Mr. Happy was a couple of inches into Zoe’s backside. She must have shifted because I hadn’t initiated anything. She let out a moan of pleasure I hadn’t expected. I worried she would have my jewels on a necklace for shoving my member in her bottom. The condom was lubricated with her juices, and I let nature take its course as I pushed forward. If I thought her kitty was tight, her rear was equally tight but felt warmer.
“Do me,” Zoe ordered.
The last girl I had been with who truly enjoyed me in her derrière was Suzanne. I would have guessed Zoe to be the last person who would appreciate it. She was just full of surprises. I worried whether I could keep up once she fully realized her sexual potential. All I knew was that I wanted to do this with her repeatedly. The naughty nature of the act with someone as innocent as Zoe made it a huge turn-on for me.
She reached under herself and stuffed two fingers into her slit as she worked to bring herself off. I threw my head back and did what came naturally. Her hot little butt had me close again when she climaxed. I loved it when she came while I was buried in her kitty because the walls rhythmically grasped my length. When Zoe came with me in her backdoor, her anal ring snapped around my girth, and it became almost painful. I jerked out as my orgasm began and jerked off the condom and painted her upturned butt with my baby-makers.
I collapsed on her, she gave me a shove, and I found myself on the floor. Zoe began to giggle when she saw me below her. Grasping the back of her neck, I pulled her down for a kiss. I soon had a happy girl on top of me but started to feel claustrophobic, being pinned between the seats with Zoe on top of me. I might have freaked out if she hadn’t just had her way with me.
“That was a surprise,” I said.
“I want to try new things with you,” she admitted.
“Get your list together, and we can see if I can help you check them off.”
“Sort of a sexual bucket list. I like that idea. I’ll work on it this week,” Zoe promised.
She was serious. I was excited to think of a few ideas of my own.
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When I arrived home, I called Pam, and we talked about how we wanted to handle things at school. I told her what I’d told Zoe. While she didn’t like the idea that she might come off as a gold digger, I explained we would put the focus on her dad.
“David, can you be honest with me?” Pam asked.
“We’re having a baby together. If we plan to raise him with a united front, I would expect we’d need to be honest to make it work.”
She caught the ‘him.’
“Did I ruin our friendship?” she asked.
“I’d be lying if I said I was thrilled with you right now, but I understand you didn’t do anything malicious towards me. I do think you should get some help. You need to figure out what makes you so passive when someone pushes you too hard, if for no other reason than for your own safety. I could easily imagine someone taking advantage of you against your will, and you not being able to fight back,” I said.
“So you still like me?” Pam asked.
“Yes, I still like you,” I admitted.
“In the agreement, it said you had to take care of me,” she said.
I loved this Pam, the one that teased me and tried to talk me into stuff.
“I think it said I had to help with expenses for the baby,” I clarified.
“Oh,” she said. “David, I think the baby needs a new smartphone.”
I couldn’t help myself! I began to laugh at her antics. When Pam had come back from California, she had taken me phone shopping and tried to get me to buy her a new phone. I had resisted her then, as I fully expected her to talk her dad into buying her one. He hadn’t fallen for it either. Of course, Pam was just pulling my chain, but it did bring up an interesting issue. I didn’t want her to feel like she needed to come to me with hat in hand for money if she really needed it.
“The baby’s a little young yet for that,” I teased back.
“Oh.”
“I do think you’ll need money, though. Why don’t we go to the bank tomorrow and open an account for you? You can get a debit card.”
“Oh. You do know I was only teasing,” Pam said.
“Yes. It doesn’t change the fact that there’ll be things you’ll need. I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ll be here to help you in any way I can.”
“David.”
“Yes?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” I said.
“David.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said.
“David.”
“Yes?”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Pam,” I said and hung up.
◊◊◊ Monday November 2
This would be a huge week, football-wise. We would play King High School in Indianapolis in a nationally televised game on ESPN. Because the game would be played on a Thursday night, we would travel to Indianapolis on Wednesday and practice there. Bud Mason, my quarterback coach and the former offensive coordinator for the Oakland Raiders, would fly in today to help us get ready. I’d asked him several weeks ago if he would help our coaches put together a game plan that would give us a chance against King High School.
I had reason to worry about this game. King had been rated in the Top 25 nationally all year. I’d read the current ratings, and they had moved up to number 3. While we might be the best in our state, we didn’t have the depth of talent that you would find in some states. States like California, Florida, or Texas, who were at the top from a national perspective; or in, say, Ohio in the Midwest. King had a rich tradition of sending players to Division 1 colleges. This year’s team had eight seniors who had all received D-1 offers, compared to our one, Jim. They had one player, Todd Davis, who was rated five stars, which meant he was one of the top thirty or so players in the country. I’d met him on my visit to Notre Dame.
I was driving to school when my phone rang.
“Answer,” I said so my Bluetooth would have the Jeep connect to my phone.
“David, we have a problem,” Ms. Dixon said.
“What now?” I asked.
“Kendal handed me a phone this morning and wished me luck. I wasn’t sure what it was for, but it’s been going off all morning,” she said.
Well, shit. That would be the recruiting phone. After we fired Brandon, Kendal had gotten it back. I needed to do something with that because it would also be a big week recruiting-wise. No way did I want to pay Ms. Dixon to deal with it at her hourly rate. Maybe I could pay Lily more to help with that, too. I didn’t want to hand it back to Tracy, because she’d been worried it would be too much for her.
“For now, turn it off. I’ll ask my mom to swing by and pick it up. It’s my phone that’s used for football recruiting,” I explained.
“I’ve been reviewing everything Tom and Kendal do for you, and you’re going to have to hire some people to replace them. You need to hire a PA with a wide-ranging business background as a top priority. You also need an agent for the modeling side of the business. I talked to Tyler at AT Modeling, and they’re willing to take over that part of the business for you. Kendal told me you would prefer them over using Ford.”
Tyler was also an attorney. She would help me with the review of contracts. My only problem with her and AT was they wanted a premium to represent me. I would need to talk to them about à la carte services. In many cases, it would be cheaper to pay Tyler by the hour than give them a percentage off the top.