I hit a wall and just wanted to go to my apartment and get a good night’s sleep. I made sure the girls I’d brought had rides home and said my goodbyes. Tracy made a point to remind me I was taking her out tomorrow for her belated birthday.
When I got home, I found Peggy Pratt in my kitchen. I gave her a curious look.
“Babysitting,” she said.
“How is my baby? Did you let him out?” I asked.
“He insisted I put him in his crate. He’s in your apartment.”
“Thanks. I’m beat. Greg and Angie should be home soon.”
I went up to my apartment and found Duke sound asleep in his crate. He was funny in how he had to have a set program. I took another hot shower and let the tension from the day flow off of me and down the drain. I fell asleep in no time.
At some point, someone joined me in bed. The smell of her hair told me that it was Peggy. She wrapped her arms around me, and I fell back to sleep.
◊◊◊ Saturday September 19
I woke up to Duke wanting out of his crate. Someone must have slept through their last trip outside last night. I didn’t want him to wake Peggy, so I found a pair of shorts and let him out. As soon as I opened the door, Precious pushed us out of the way and disappeared into my apartment. Duke and I took a tentative check to see why Precious felt she needed to be inside and found Buster on his back, getting his belly rubbed by Rachel. It kind of ruined his big tough act.
Duke is typically the first one in line for a belly rub, but he had other urgent matters he needed to attend to.
“Hey, David, I got Buster his training collar.”
I checked it out and smiled when I saw she’d put in on inside out with the spikes pointing out. I showed her how it was supposed to go.
“Now try it. Walk Buster to the end of the driveway and back and make him heel,” I said.
Buster wanted to go play with Duke, so when Rachel gave the command to heel, he wasn’t planning on minding. She gave the leash a little jerk, and for Buster, it was like a Scooby-Doo moment: ‘Ruh Roh!’ With the collar, Rachel was able to get him to heel and follow her lead down-and-back on the driveway. He even sat when she told him to without having to tug on the leash. Buster had obviously been trained but needed to understand that Rachel was the boss.
“Are you going running today?” she asked.
“I usually don’t run on Saturday, and Sunday is hit or miss. It normally depends on how dinged up I get playing football,” I said.
There were other factors for the Sunday run, but I didn’t figure Rachel was old enough for me to explain why I might be otherwise busy.
When Duke finished with his backyard patrol, I called him because we had a kitty to find. I hoped that the cat hadn’t decided to hide. When we got upstairs, it didn’t take me long to locate Precious. She was curled up on the bed, letting Peggy scratch her ears.
“I didn’t know you had a cat.”
“I don’t. That’s Precious, the cat from hell, who belongs to my neighbor, Brit.”
“She seems like a nice kitty. Why did you call her ‘the cat from hell’?”
I told Peggy some Precious stories and how she hated men because Brit’s brothers had abused her as a kitten. While relating my stories, I sat down on the side of the bed and began to massage her feet. Peggy looked sexy in my t-shirt with her red hair a mess from sleeping. She was starting to show her pregnancy. When I switched feet, her legs came apart, and I saw she didn’t have any panties on.
I made an executive decision, spread her legs more and crawled up and began to lick her sex. I heard a little gasp of pleasure. I froze for a moment when Precious decided to get off the bed by walking down my back before jumping off. I was glad when I wasn’t bleeding.
“I want you inside me,” Peggy ordered.
I lost my shorts, and she rolled onto her side. I got behind her and slid in. For now, this was the most comfortable position for Peggy. I was nervous about how vigorous I should be with her being pregnant. I kept everything slow and loving until Peggy couldn’t take it anymore.
“DO ME!”
“Are you sure? What about the baby?” I asked.
“The baby’ll be fine. Now get busy.”
Every time I had sex with Peggy, it was special. I’d had a crush on her ever since she’d dated my brother. I still worried that I might damage the baby but picked up the pace as she ordered. I reached around and began to massage her button. Peggy hunched forward and screamed my name.
“DAVID!”
I would need to get a sign like McDonald’s: another happy customer served. I especially liked repeat business. I kept going through her orgasm, which triggered another. The second one was all I needed to join her. I wish guys could orgasm like women do. It would be great to be able to have two or three right after one another, in my opinion. Peggy seemed to really enjoy it, if the look of bliss on her face was any indication.
Peggy had to get going, so she took a shower while I relaxed in bed. I was feeling lazy today and wished I hadn’t agreed to take Tracy out tonight. I imagined sitting in front of the TV all day and watching college football. I thought about the best place to go watch the games, and I remembered the setup Pam’s dad Cal had in their basement. He hadn’t threatened to kill me for at least a month, so I wondered if it would be safe for me to watch the games there. Cal had it set up where you could watch seven games at a time.
I called Pam, and she decided it was an excuse to have an afternoon party. I would let her sell that to her parents. Pam instructed me to invite a few guys over. While I figured out who to call, Peggy came out and kissed my cheek as I talked to Tim. He wasn’t really up to going out. He said he wasn’t sure when he would have his surgery because the swelling had to go down first. Peggy left while I finished up talking to him.
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Pam neglected to tell me her parents were away for the day. We went downstairs, and she showed me how to work the seven TVs. Cal had a gigantic center TV and then three smaller ones on each side. They had a dedicated tablet to control everything. I put number 14 Georgia Tech vs. number 8 Notre Dame on the center screen. Cal had the Big Ten, Pac-12, and SEC TV packages. Most schools were playing nonconference games, but there were a few I wanted to see: number 15 Ole Miss at number 2 Alabama, Stanford at number 6 USC, number 19 BYU at number 10 UCLA, and finally Nebraska at Miami (FL).
I’d invited Alan, Jim, Ty, Wolf, and Jake. Alan and I settled in and critiqued the games while everyone else had a good time. Pam had invited all the cheerleaders. We were at halftime of the second games when Brook and Tracy came over and each sat on one of my legs.
“Time to go,” Brook told me.
I still hadn’t been told what I was supposed to be doing with Tracy tonight. Brook had planned it all. The extent of the planning became clear when I saw a garment bag with my clothes the girls had picked out. I went up to Pam’s room, showered, and found what I was wearing. Someone had picked out Jade slacks and t-shirt and a Dakora jacket. I came downstairs, and Halle checked to make sure I was ready. Tracy and Brook were wearing little black dresses. I guess I didn’t realize that Brook was going with us.
“We must be going somewhere nice,” I said.
“We’re going to my grandma’s birthday party. When I told them you’d forgotten Tracy’s birthday, Grandma insisted that you bring her,” Brook said.
Tracy squeezed my arm to tell me she wasn’t mad I’d forgotten. I let the little dig go, and we were soon in my car.
“We need to swing by State to pick up my date,” Brook said.
I wasn’t sure how I should react to Brook. Was I mad or relieved that she had a date? Then it hit me: Brook was the female version of me. This was how the girls I dated must feel when they saw me on a date with someone else. That revelation made me relax. There was no way I would date someone like me.