I kept an eye on Halle, and she was having a good time. I got pulled onto the dance floor and found myself between four girls who each tried to out-sexy the others. At first, I would gently push them away if they became too physical—as in grind their butts against Mr. Happy. Mr. Happy seized control of my body when one of them rubbed her backside up against me, grabbed my hands, and put them on her breasts.
I was happy to see Wolf and Tim join us. They were on board with groping and grinding. Halle grabbed me before I bent the girl over and took her on the dance floor. Apparently, I was the one who needed saving.
“I need you,” Halle said with meaning.
I let her lead me to the basement. There were three night-lights plugged into wall sockets to give the room a faint twilight. She pointed me towards a couch and sat me down in the middle. Halle was wearing a skirt. She reached under her hem, and her panties appeared.
“Put these in your pocket,” she ordered.
Halle dropped to her knees and spread my thighs. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants so she could reach in and pull out Mr. Happy. I let my head fall back as she took me into her mouth. I then had a naughty idea. My glasses were in my shirt pocket; I put them on. I’d share the video with Halle to show her how sexy she looked when giving me head.
She got my member wet and then crawled up to straddle my waist. I pulled my jeans down to give her better access. Halle grabbed my package and guided it to the Promised Land. She was sopping wet. We both groaned when our pubic bones collided. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs so I could grasp her butt to guide her up and down my hard shaft.
I was shocked out of my pleasure when Wolf and Tim sat down on each side of me. My aroused brain focused, and I saw the girls they’d been with on the dance floor were working on getting their jeans undone. I looked at Halle, and she was in her own world as she rode me. I looked next to the couch, and Trip knelt between a girl’s legs, giving her head in the big Barcalounger. When had this turned into an orgy?
Halle came hard on my member. She pulled off and pushed Tim to get him to move. He took his girl and had her sit on the arm as he fed her his junk.
“David, try her,” Wolf said.
I blinked to get my head around what he’d just offered. His girl pulled off him and took me into her mouth. I was in shock when Halle grabbed her by her ponytail and guided her up and down on me. Wolf got naked and removed the girl’s jeans and panties. I was happy to see him put on a condom; I guess one case of clap was enough for him to figure out the dangers of unprotected sex.
The girl, Donna, pulled off me to moan as Wolf stuffed himself into her sex. Tim had gotten naked, as had his girl, Marge, and he was slowly doing her on the armrest. Trip had his girl in a reverse cowgirl as she rode him. I looked at Halle.
“What did we get ourselves into?” I asked.
“You set a bad example,” Halle said.
“Hold on. It was you that pulled me downstairs.”
She just grinned as she grabbed Donna’s ponytail and had her start sucking me again. I leaned over and put Halle into a serious lip-lock. Donna had an orgasm that left her quivering. Wolf pulled out of her, and she curled up on the couch next to me. Wolf took off his condom and offered his package to Halle, but she shook her head no. Wolf then stepped over to Tim and Marge. She eagerly sucked him.
Halle was reenergized, so she straddled my waist again. I loved the feel of her tight little sex as it squeezed me. Donna was a dirty little girl. She had Halle get into a reverse cowgirl position so Donna could lick her as I did her. When I finally approached my climax, I pulled out, and Donna did her best to deep-throat me as I found my release. That was intense.
It turned out the three girls were the other three cast virgins. They said they could get friends to join theater if this were what happened at the cast party. We may have started a new tradition.
◊◊◊ Sunday April 10
The baseball team showed up at noon to get ready for our game with State. The surprise was that our coaches were there waiting for us.
“Go get dressed in your uniforms. You’re representing Lincoln High,” Moose said.
I was stunned when Yuri and Justin also showed up. Justin was our best pitcher, and since this wasn’t an official game, Moose had called both him and Yuri and told them to help us today.
I was even more surprised when the guys all brought money.
“We have your back and don’t expect you to pay for us,” Jim explained.
When we walked out onto the field, the stands were filling up. There were college recruiters and a few scouts who represented professional teams seated behind home plate. Moose had found some men to act as umpires for the game. Jeff Delahey waved me over.
“I hear you decided to take on more than you can handle today,” he said.
“What makes you think we can’t win?” I asked with a smile.
“It might be because they are better at every position.”
“We only have to beat them once.”
“Good point. So, are you going to win?” Jeff asked.
“Hell, yes. They disrespected Lincoln High baseball.”
He shook his head in disbelief. I really couldn’t blame him.
State showed up and looked like they were nervous because of the big crowd. I think the entire high school had come to watch this game. Jeff Delahey was known to both teams and considered neutral, so he held the money.
I couldn’t believe we were playing a college team. I’ll give them credit; they didn’t act like a bunch of ass-hats. My guys followed my lead and showed we also had class. We’d played some games in football we weren’t supposed to win. Wolf and Tim showed some leadership, even though they weren’t playing baseball. They pulled us all together.
“I hear Johan, Jim, and David got us into this,” Wolf said. “I want you all to know that everyone thinks you’re probably not going to win. State is a college team and a good one. What they don’t know is Lincoln High are the Bulldogs. A bulldog can take down a bull that’s several thousand pounds heavier than it is. If you saw the two before the battle, you’d think the bull would crush the bulldog.”
He shook his head, and Tim jumped in.
“You’re about to show State that they might be the better team, but they just ran into bulldogs who don’t give up. When a bulldog gets into you, you have to kill it to get it to let go. Go out there and make us proud!”
We sprinted out onto the field to the sound of those damned cowbells. State was the visitor, so they were up to bat first. I looked around and saw that our guys were all focused and on their toes. That gave me a good feeling.
The first State batter looked confident as he came up to the plate. I guess I would be too if I were in his shoes: used to college ball and about to face a high school pitcher. What he didn’t know was that Justin wasn’t just good, he was one of the best high school pitchers I’d seen. He was still learning, but under the right circumstances, he could get just about anyone out.
I grinned when Moose had me move into short center field so we had essentially an extra infielder. Moose had me standing on the edge of the dirt behind second base. Our other two outfielders cheated towards center field to help cover me deep. The batter got a big smile on his face when he saw our unorthodox defense.
Justin got ready and threw him a high hard one. Their batter couldn’t hold back and hit it a mile high, right to me. I didn’t even have to move. The next hitter was shocked to see Justin throw a nasty slider that tailed away from the left-handed batter. Justin got him to swing at three straight pitches. I grinned when his teammates gave him good-natured shit about being struck out by a high school boy.