I came out of the bedroom to find the black girl I’d had sex with earlier with a cute brown-haired girl with blue eyes that captivated me.
“There he is. You have to try him,” my lover said.
The new girl looked me up and down and then checked out my hard manhood. She had a feral look that told me I would enjoy this. We found a bedroom, and I decided enough with the quick sex and the women just using me. I slowed her down and gave her a massage to relax her. I’ve yet to meet a girl who doesn’t enjoy a good rub down. I just wished I had my massage oils so I could do the job right.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she almost purred.
I spent a long time on her firm little butt. When I rolled her over, I continued to massage her but added my lips, tongue, and teeth. This girl was a wiggler as I focused on giving her pleasure. She had a sexy way of squirming under my ministrations. When I finally made my way to her sex, she about went out of her mind. She was one of those girls who, once she began to climax, did so again and again. She was the kind of girl every guy should meet at least once to make his ego feel good. I swear everything I did seemed to cause her to get off again.
I was sure her cries of pleasure could be heard all over the house. When I finally mounted her and began to do her in earnest, she was a writhing mess. I’d never had a girl who was constantly in motion. I have to admit, it was sexy as hell.
When we finally found our release, I didn’t stop but continued to caress and suck and lick the spots on her body I’d found that excited her. When I felt myself recover, I put on another condom. I rolled her over and took her from behind. It was all I could do to hang onto her hips and not have her buck me off. This girl made up for all the average sex I had ever had in my life. I wanted to pack her in my duffle bag and take her home with me. It wouldn’t be creepy if I chained her to my bed, would it?
At one point I slipped out, and when I pushed back in, she froze. I looked down and saw Mr. Happy buried in her behind.
“I’m sorry,” I said and started to pull out.
“No! Wait!” she said. “It’s been a while. Just give me a minute.”
I left half myself in her bottom and looked down to see her slowly push back against me and take me to the hilt. She felt great. When she was ready, she did me as much as I did her. She stuck two fingers into her sex and rubbed while I took her backside. She came once more, and I pounded her and unloaded again.
We rolled apart, and I removed the condom. We both just panted as we tried to catch our breath. The girl crawled next to me and put her hand on my chest so she could feel my heartbeat. I was done. I’d just had sex with four girls and a blowjob from another. I mentally checked, and this was my personal best. I’d been with four women at Prom my freshman year. I really felt if I tried, I might be able to do six. I would have to make that a goal for later.
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I must have drifted off to sleep because I jerked awake when someone kissed my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Sadie smiling at me.
“Go take a shower. It’s time to go.”
I did as directed. Sadie brought my clothes and put them on the sink while I got the smell of sex off of me. As I got dressed, I felt disappointment. I’d not gotten the girl’s name who I’d had sex with last. When I looked around at the few remaining partygoers, neither she nor the tall girl who’d introduced us was among them. I asked the hostess, and the woman said she didn’t know either of their names. Tonight had been the first time they had participated.
When I got back to the hotel, Sadie gave me a kiss and thanked me for an interesting evening. I went to my room and saw the time; it was 2:30. I called the front desk to schedule a wake-up call. We were supposed to be at breakfast at 9:00. I needed to be up and checked out by then.
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Chapter 17 – Learning to Skydive Sunday September 27
I met my guys in the lobby. Both Alan and Brandon were missing. On the way over to breakfast, the guys gave me the scoop on what happened last night.
“The gymnast I was with was so flexible. I didn’t know a girl could do the splits and you do her from behind,” Ty said.
“I was afraid I’d break mine, but she took it all. Damn, she was tight,” Wolf said.
“Mine was so small I could just pick her up and put her in any position I wanted. I have a whole new appreciation of small girls,” Jim added.
“Did you end up with the mean one?” Wolf asked.
I just nodded and gave them a cryptic look. The guys knew me well enough to know that I wouldn’t give out any details. I couldn’t help smiling when they told me about the fun they’d had. I didn’t dare admit I had gone to the swingers party or next trip they would want me to find one. I was just glad they had fun too.
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When we arrived at breakfast, Wes was already there. I went up to him and said good morning. I acted like I hadn’t seen what I had. I wanted him to know that I didn’t judge his lifestyle choices. Being in football, it was hard to admit you were gay. Wes would have to hide it, or he would be unfairly judged. It was the same reason I didn’t flaunt my religion. Even though people thought they were so enlightened and accepting, many really weren’t. All you had to do was look at how Michael Sam had been treated when he admitted he was gay. For me, it was Tim Tebow. Of course, I would never have to admit to being a virgin. In a lot of ways, it was more acceptable to be gay, at least in how the press treated ball players.
We met the coaches’ families. The wives had made us breakfast. There were a variety of breakfast casseroles, biscuits and gravy, breakfast burritos, and hash browns. I was happy camper when I found they had hot water and a variety of teas. I wasn’t a coffee guy yet but would have tea to get me going in the morning.
After breakfast, we had our workouts. Wes and I went toe-to-toe again. Some things would never change when you threw two top dogs in together. He was much better today, but so was I. In my mind I was the Alpha Male. While Wes gave me a good challenge, anyone that knew anything about football saw I was the better quarterback. Well, anyone but Wes, but I understood his need to believe he had redeemed yesterday’s failure. Being a quarterback, you had to have confidence in your abilities. There was nothing worse than a tentative one. That was a recipe for disaster.
By now both Brandon and Alan had shown up. Alan was a dead man walking because he had love bites all over his neck. When he got home, his girlfriend would take one look and know what happened.
After our workouts, we all met with the coaching staff. Brandon and I met with Coaches Haber and Hightower.
“David, I’m not going to mess around with this: we want you to come to the University of Michigan. We knew you were good from all the reports we had seen and game film we watched, but seeing you in person and how you handle yourself tells me that you’d be a leader who’d help us win national championships,” Coach Haber said.
“Do you plan to offer Wolf Tam, Jim Ball, and Ty Wilson?” Brandon asked.
“Each of them has shown us what we need to know to make the offer,” Coach Hightower answered for his head coach.
“Do you plan to take a quarterback in this class?” I asked.
“While I normally don’t talk strategy with a recruit, I will tell you that we try to take at least one in each class. We will offer Wes,” Coach Haber said.
I think he expected a negative reaction from me.
“Good. Wes would be a good fit for your offense.”
He would be a good fit at almost every college in America. Wes wouldn’t work out well if you ran the wishbone, but if you didn’t expect him to run the football, he would be successful.
After the meeting, I thought about the Michigan program. Was Coach Haber the guy to turn them around? I thought he might be. I was glad it would be another year before I had to decide. I put them in the same category as Florida. These were two programs that, if they got their act together, could be national powers again.