Before we left, Fritz sorted through the practice staffs and found the heaviest six-footer. He told me he wanted me to practice swinging and spinning the Bo staff when I ran in the mornings. The heavier Bo staff was analogous to a weighted baseball bat. Once you got used to the weight, when you went back to the unweighted bat or staff, you were much quicker.
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When we left the dojo, I was starved. Next door, a new Mexican place had opened that was only carryout. I was surprised to see they had a line. I read their menu and they had a burrito they claimed was as big as your head. Of course, I was getting that. I thought Pam might want something light, so I got the deluxe order of nachos. Cassidy ordered two of the giant burritos to take home with her. I tried to feed her and her dad as often as possible because Cassidy didn’t charge me for lessons at the dojo. It was the least I could do to pay her back.
When our food came, it worried me a bit when I felt the weight of the bags. I now understood the line. You got a lot of food for a very reasonable price. I would have to let the guys on the team know because they always wanted to fill up but not go broke doing it.
When I got home, I went up to my apartment and found my trusty hound sound asleep in his crate on his new bed, and Pam stretched out on my couch in sweats, watching Hollywood Central. I deposited the food on the coffee table and went to take a shower.
“David! Get in here!” Pam shouted.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurried out to see what the problem was. She pointed at the TV, and I saw myself dancing.
“They showed a hilarious video of him dancing. This just goes to show you that white boys shouldn’t dance,” the gay guy in the back said. “But we have some exclusive video of David doing lip-sync in a bar.”
It showed me with my shirt off.
“He can dance for me anytime,” the small girl with curly hair shouted out.
“I hear he’s only like sixteen,” Aaron, the show’s host, said.
“I’d do the jail time,” the mean girl who’d gained weight said.
“So, what’s the verdict? Can he dance?” Aaron asked.
The voting was pretty much split guys vs. girls. In the end, I didn’t care what the guys thought. My phone began to ring as soon as the segment was over. It was Harper from Wesleyan.
“Hey, Dancing Stud. You were just on Hollywood Central,” Harper teased me.
“Tell him it’s on YouTube,” Tami said in the background.
“Did you hear that?” Harper asked.
“Yeah, I’ll have it put out on my social media in a few minutes. So, on my dancing ability, were you with the girls, or with the boys, on Hollywood Central?” I asked.
“Do you need your ego stroked?” Harper asked and laughed. “Let’s just say the guys were jealous.”
After the Wesleyan girls had their fun, I began to get calls from all over the country. Some I was surprised at, like Flee and Candy in Miami, while others were expected, like Sandy Range. While I talked, Pam ate my dinner and had Monday Night Football on. Then our ad came on. It showed the four of us walk out of a fog and I thought we looked badass. My tattoos were on full display, and there was a monster gun on my shoulder. Bree and Elizabeth looked hot in their leather clothes. Craig was the tough nerd-boy, if I was being kind.
They showed a clip of Ben and me doing one of our fight scenes, and then me as I kissed Elizabeth. There were a couple of other scenes that showed the rest of the cast, including Lori Winnick. Then it ended with me doing a dance on the bridge of our spaceship after we survived the attack. Pam gave me a funny look when it finished.
“You’re a real movie star,” she said.
I didn’t really know what to say to that. I think that when everyone had heard about me making the movie, they must have just filed it away as another thing David did. To see it on TV somehow made it real for her, as I would expect it would for others.
While that thought had gone through my head, Pam had given me a look that caused Mr. Happy to swell. Being a horny teenage boy, I turned my phone off and forgot about eating. Something more important had come up. I ran to the bedroom and got a condom and returned to find Pam lying back on the couch with a pillow under her head. I covered her body and kissed her. She broke our kiss with desire evident in her eyes.
“I need you now,” she told me.
I got off the couch, lost my shorts, and put the condom on. Pam was no help, so I grabbed her sweats and underwear and pulled them down to her knees. She squeaked when I lifted her legs, got on the couch, and pushed them to her chest. It was sexy as hell to see her fat little kitty displayed between her surfer-girl thighs. I lined everything up and plunged forward. This position made her tight. I made sure she felt every bit as I pushed in.
I felt the dominance that had been missing while I was with the couple at the swingers party. From this position, Pam was at my mercy as I towered over her. I got a feral grin.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I told her.
She just nodded. I held her legs with one hand and used the other to rub the top of her cleft. It didn’t take long for Pam to begin to react in a big way. I wondered why I hadn’t been with her more. While we were good friends, this always worked for us. Pam finally found her release and begged me to stop for a minute. She was too sensitive for me to continue to rub her nubbin.
I gave her a moment and then began to do her again. By now Pam was opening up to my relentless thrusts. She loved it, and verbally encouraged me to faster and harder efforts. I chuckled. Ask any guy, I mean from the shyest nerd of a virgin to the biggest stud: they all believe they can do it hard. Yeah! I could do her hard! Pam had never before responded as she did this time. There was a rapid staccato as our flesh met and slapped together.
She screamed like a banshee, and I felt the walls of her tight little tunnel flutter. My sack tightened, and I felt the wonderful spasm. I leaned forward, and our foreheads touched. We both had big smiles on our faces as we tried to catch our breath.
“Damn, if I’d known doing a movie star was so good, I would’ve been like all those other airheads back home and tried to bag me one,” Pam announced.
I disposed of the condom and cleaned up. When I got back, Pam had gotten dressed. She had left me most of my burrito and half the nachos. I put them in the microwave to heat back up. I sat down on the edge of the couch to eat. Pam wrapped herself around me and watched the football game. When I was done eating, I found there were several messages for me to return.
Pam’s hands found their way under my shirt as I returned calls. She was evil, as she pushed one hand down my shorts and brought me back to life. Pam slowly stroked me while I talked. When I finally finished my calls, she had me lean back as she continued from behind. She seemed happy when I finally got off. I grabbed some napkins, cleaned up, and then finished making my calls.
When I was done, Pam had me held tight as I rested my back against her chest. I was later surprised to find she had fallen asleep. Her dad still acted a little funny around me, so I had to wake her up. Duke and I walked her to her car and said goodbye.
◊◊◊ Wednesday September 30
Tonight at the dojo, Fritz taught us how to defend ourselves while using the Bo staffs. Cassidy was much better at defending and then switching to the attack than I was. For me, it was more self-preservation than anything else. Even with the padded Bo staffs, it still smarted when you were struck. The Bo staff could cause a lot more damage than just a regular hand or foot strike because of the momentum you could generate. While I liked the batons, the Bo staff felt more substantial in my hands.
After my dojo workout, Brook and I drove to the airport to do our final three jumps for our Phase 1 training. We had found that learning to skydive wasn’t as much fun as we expected. For our first jumps, we each had two instructors jump with us. They had positioned themselves on each side to make sure you had the right form. I understood the concern, and even why they did it. They didn’t want you tumbling through the air and to your eventual death. What it lacked, though, was the free form of being able to zip around and try different maneuvers. Brook felt the same way, but the opportunity to do all that down the road made us agree to suffer through the training.