“I think that last segment will draw an audience,” David admitted. “We could make it a weekly bit where Cassidy kicks Oliver between the legs to end the show.”
“Piss off,” Oliver said as he rolled up onto his knees. “Mate, give a hand.”
David leaned down and helped him up.
“I might have to chuck a sickie tomorrow,” Oliver said as he bent over and then looked over at Cassidy. “You owe me a date.”
She nodded ‘yes,’ which made him smile.
Good lord. He might be winning them both over. Maybe Oliver wasn’t as bad as David had first thought.
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Professor Blum had volunteered to help David edit his vodcast. David had gotten the Song Girls to dance to USC’s traditional song, Fight On, which he used as his intro. They’d also done a cheer—‘Go Trojans’—that they added to the beginning of each segment.
The next task was graphics. They created a title for the vodcast, Trojan Inquirer, with the added tagline Presented by USC Cinematic Arts. David wanted it to be clear to the NCAA that this was a class project.
They were adding music for when a segment ended when David’s phone chirped a notification. It told him that an article about one of his friends had hit the internet. He saw it was about Alex, his roommate last semester. David read the story.
According to officials, Colombian winger Alejandro Sandoval was conscious in a hospital Monday after the 20-year-old collapsed during his side’s World Cup opening match with Brazil.
It happened suddenly in the 39th minute of the match. A hush fell over the crowd. Sandoval’s teammates gathered around him, and one of them appeared to stick his fingers in Sandoval’s mouth to clear his airway.
He was then given CPR on the pitch by medics.
People gathered outside bars in Bogota, many in tears, during the period when Sandoval’s condition remained unclear.
The scoreless game was stopped for 27 minutes while Sandoval was tended to and then placed in an ambulance and taken to a nearby hospital. His condition was unknown as of the end of the match.
In the end, Brazil claimed a shocking 1-0 victory over Colombia.
David showed it to his professor. He explained that he and Alex were friends.
“Do you want to table this for now?”
David thought about it for a moment. Alex and his family would be wrapped up right now. Stopping to call would only interrupt their family time. He could wait since it looked like Alex was alive.
“No. There’s nothing I can do, so let’s get this done,” he decided.
David did send a text to Alex’s sister to ask that when she knew something, to let him know. In the meantime, having real life pierce his college bubble took all the fun out of working on his vodcast.
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Chapter 19
Colleen
“Just so you know, this is not going to become a regular occurrence,” Colleen declared as she walked into David’s room.
David looked up with a smile. He’d just gotten home from class and was emptying his messenger bag so he could study.
“What’s not?”
“Me calling; me just showing up in the middle of the day like this,” she said.
“Yeah, but you didn’t just show up. I had enough time to grab us a couple of Italian beef sandwiches,” David said as he pulled the bag out and set it on the desk. “These are the closest I’ve found to Portillo’s, my favorite place in Chicago.”
Colleen noted that his dog, Duke, sat next to him, expecting to get some. David told him to go lay down. She took her sandwich and unwrapped it.
“Chicago; is that where you’re from?”
“Not exactly,” he said, clearly focused on his sandwich.
“Well, uhm, where, exactly?”
“Do we really have to talk about this right now?” David asked as he was busy using a napkin to stop the juices from running down his hand.
“Yes. Because we have been … uh, whatever … for a couple of weeks now, and I feel like I don’t know the most basic stuff about you.”
“Sure, you do,” he said, looking confused.
“Where did you grow up?”
“All over.”
“Where did you go to high school, then?”
“Lots of places.”
“See? That’s what I mean. These are not real answers,” Colleen complained.
“So? The real answers are boring,” David said with one of his sexy smiles.
“So, you’re saying you provide girls you sleep with only what they need to know?” she asked.
“Yep.”
By now, he had finished his sandwich and leaned over and tried to kiss her. Colleen put her hand out to ward him off. He sighed, seeing that she insisted on getting some info.
“I grew up in a small community in downstate Illinois. Not exactly what people here consider cool.”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she asked.
“It was torture,” he said and then winked at her. “Now that I’ve eaten, it’s time for dessert.”
Colleen had a third of her sandwich left. She waved it at Duke, who hurried over and snatched it out of her hand. David kicked his dog out and lured her into his bed.
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Colleen was gasping for breath. David’s tongue seemed possessed as it darted about and teased, tasted, pleased, and punished her sex. She gasped each time he brushed against her swollen clit, never giving it the full attention it deserved.
David chuckled as she called out his name once again in frustration. She grabbed his hair and pulled him off her so she could look him in the eye.
“No more stringing me along by teasing my button,” Colleen said with some heat.
She pushed his head back down where she wanted it. David was no pushover, which he proved when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands out of his hair. Colleen tried pushing her sex onto his lips to help her get over the edge. She was so close.
David put his lips firmly over her pearl and sucked lightly while his tongue flicked back and forth across it. When she began to quiver, he deftly denied her release. She struggled to get her hands free, but he held them firmly, transferring his hold so he could restrain both her hands with one of his own. Such big hands! He blew his hot breath across her moist folds, causing her to groan.
David’s fingers opened her, readied her for more, ensured her juices were plentiful. He didn’t push his fingers into and out of her, though, as if the tiny pretend members were supposed to bring her satisfaction. Rather, he eased two into her and slowly separated them. Colleen felt the sides of her channel open up enough for him to insert a third and then fourth fingers, stretching her to the limit.
A deep, guttural sound rumbled from her depths. The pitch of her moans went up a few octaves as her legs began to tremble.
Once more, David backed off.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I will bite off that lovely dick of yours,” Colleen warned.
“Patience.”
Again, he started, and his fingers filled her, stretched her, while his mouth and tongue teased and tempted her release. Her legs jerked back to give him full access. This time, when she managed to free her hands and reach for his head, David didn’t fight her off, but he didn’t yield to her evident desire.
Colleen growled in frustration as she sought her release. Her pleas for an orgasm grew more vigorous, more adamant.
“Do me; just please fuck me, David,” she begged and then demanded, “Now!”
He lifted up and placed his hands on her thighs and held them apart as he licked his lips.
“Don’t move.”
Colleen whimpered and looked down to see him tearing open a condom and carefully rolling it down his cock. His oversized love muscle. Donkey large. When she’d first seen it, she’d worried whether it would fit, and if it did, how much it would hurt.
With his condom in place, David covered her body as his lips found hers.
“Don’t hold back,” he said.
Colleen’s bottom lip quivered as she worried what he meant by that. He went back down her torso as he licked and kissed his way south. He finally landed on her pussy as he brought her right to the edge once again.