We spent some time getting to know each other. I enjoyed listening to stories about my granddad and seeing probably the three most powerful men in our state think so highly of him.
MY UNCLE SEEMED TO be very happy and somehow sober when I saw him next. Bonnie was going to be a great fit for him. Tami and I stuffed ourselves. After we ate, Mom brought out a birthday cake. I was sad I had to leave, but I needed to catch a flight to Oregon for the Elite 11 camp.
Something I thought was neat about flying after dark on the fourth of July was watching the fireworks go off below you. It was another thing I could scratch off my bucket list.
Chapter 11 – Elite 11: Teamwork
Sunday July 5
Today was the beginning of one of the most important weeks of my football future. The Elite 11 camp was being held at Nike’s corporate campus in Beaverton, Oregon. Beaverton was located just seven miles from downtown Portland. I woke up with an uneasy stomach, which was a good sign. It meant I was ready. All I needed now was to puke and I was good to go.
Tami was in my bed and I watched her sleep. I was still confused about us having sex last week. There was something in the back of my mind trying to puzzle it out. The something was telling me that Tami never did anything without a reason. I hoped the reason was she’d been horny and not something else.
She stirred and opened her eyes.
“Morning, what time is it?” she asked.
“Seven, West Coast time. I’ll need to take a nap later so I’m fresh for tonight.”
Everything started at five o’clock tonight. Last year they had worked the guys out until well after midnight. Most of them only got a couple hours sleep before they had to get up and catch the bus to practice the next day. The whole reason for coming early was so I would rest instead of travel and then go right to camp.
“Not running today?” she asked.
“No. I thought I’d stretch and then take a swim. Maybe you could help distract me.”
“‘Stupid boy,’ all you have to do is ask,” she said as she ran her hand over my chest.
I leaned over and kissed her as my answer. Tami grasped my member. She rolled me on my back and straddled my waist.
“Condom,” I said.
She just smiled at me and lowered herself on my shaft. She held my eyes, daring me to stop her. If she didn’t want to use a condom, I wasn’t about to talk her into it. I wasn’t worried about getting an STD from Tami. My only real issue was there was so much more feeling without one. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to perform to my normal standards. Her tight little tunnel felt great as it completely enveloped me.
I put both my hands behind my head and gave her a lopsided grin.
“Lazy butt,” she chastised me.
I just raised an eyebrow and twitched Mr. Happy. She shook her head and began to rise and fall on my member. Tami was moving around until she found a position that gave her the most pleasure. When she found it, she put her hands on my chest to help balance herself and began to move up and down in earnest. I was watching her breasts jiggle as she would come down hard and grind against me.
I soon felt like I was going to climax. I couldn’t sit back any longer, so I snaked one hand between us and found her button sticking out from its little hood. I wet my finger in her juices and then stimulated her directly. I made little brushing motions back and forth. It caused her to make little whining noises of pleasure.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she panted.
“Come for me,” I ordered.
She doubled her pace.
“Come for me,” I said again.
Her head flopped back and her mouth gaped open. I saw her upper body and neck go flush. Her nipples could’ve cut diamonds. Tami shuddered with pleasure as she came on my member. She ground her pelvis against mine so she could get every bit of pleasure. I grunted as I pumped her full of my juices. I had been pretty free with them lately. I had left a deposit in the two girls in Alabama, plus Tami last week and today. If I didn’t know that Tami was protected, I’d be worried. Plus, she’d been the one to explain to me where babies came from. I think we were ten or eleven at the time, and Alan made some outlandish comment. Tami sat Alan, Jeff and me down and explained the facts of life. When we finally had our sex education class, we were impressed she had gotten it right.
Fooling around with the Alabama girls was stupid on my part. I didn’t know them from Adam (or Eve, in this case), and yet I’d had unprotected sex. It wasn’t normal sex, either. The things we did would make you think they were a little free with their bodies. I knew better and really didn’t have a good excuse. I just hoped they were responsible.
Tami hung onto me and wouldn’t let me go. We both fell back to sleep with her straddling me and me deep within her.
I WOKE UP TO TAMI DRYING her hair.
“I’m hungry. After we eat, I have appointments for us in the spa.”
It was a little unconventional for a teenage guy to go to a spa, but today was all about relaxing and saving my energy for later. I skipped the more girly stuff but enjoyed the soaking in scented hot water followed by a full-body massage. Tami had the full treatment. She looked relaxed and had a glow about her.
She let me go to the pool so I could swim and catch some rays. Tami talked me into wearing my Speedos. I figured she’d earned it. We had a late lunch by the pool, and then it was time for me to go. Family and friends weren’t allowed to watch tonight’s events. I kissed Tami goodbye and took a shuttle to the Nike campus.
AS SOON AS I GOT ON campus, I was assigned a room. My roommate was Doyle Reutter from Madison, Wisconsin. He was the MVP from the Chicago Regional. Doyle was a big boy at six-six and 235 pounds.
“I hear you were the last one selected,” Doyle said.
“I was number eighteen and happy to get in so I can see how I stack up.”
“I think it was nice that they let a junior into the finals. It gives the younger kids hope when they sign up for Elite 11.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant it or if he was trying to get under my skin. His parents came and he went to talk to them while I unpacked. When I was done, I went looking for the guys I knew. I found Flee, Roland and Tim talking to another camper.
“David Dawson, Wes Hunt,” Roland said.
Wes was the number 1-rated quarterback in this year’s senior class. He also had an offer from Alabama that he had verbally accepted. If I went to Alabama, he would be my main competition for three-plus years. Wes had been the MVP for the LA camp. He was from Phoenix, Arizona.
Before I could talk to Wes, Greg and Tami showed up with Mom and Dad. I introduced them to the guys. Mom gave them a stern look.
“You boys are all older than David. I expect you to look out for him.”
I knew she was giving them a hard time, but the looks on their faces were priceless. Roland, being the southern gentleman he was, recovered first.
“Ma’am, it would be our pleasure to watch over David. He’s like a little brother to us.”
“I’m starting to remember why I never let my mom come to these things,” I grumbled.
One of the coaches came through the lounge and told us to head to the football field. It was time to show what we were made of. I hugged my family and Tami and followed the other participants to the field.
COACH TRENT HAD US form a semicircle, with the other coaches and staff gathered behind us. He stepped up front and center to welcome us.
“This is our vision for Elite 11. It’s to take this incredible environment, which we call ‘football heaven,’ and give you the best coaching, the best mentoring, the best opportunity to grow exponentially, mentally, emotionally, and physically. And we get to see it happen.