She nodded and I put one on. I kissed her with all the passion I felt; her hips lifted up, and her legs spread. I slid back until my member was free and the tip settled into the folds of her sex. The head began to stretch her entrance. In one smooth motion, I eased half my length into her hot little oven. When I stopped, she exhaled loudly as I moaned in pleasure.
“Oh, David,” she moaned in my ear, and I felt I was close.
I heard myself moaning.
“You’re perfect.”
“So good.”
I could see the signs of arousal. I slowly started to move. She responded by wrapping her legs and arms around me so that she could get maximum contact with my body. Alice started to chant in my ear.
“Oh, David, I love this. Oh, David, I love this.”
We had sex two more times over a two-hour period. The last one was just wild monkey sex. Sometime during the second one, Marcy got up and left the room to give us our privacy. When we finally collapsed, we cuddled and didn’t say anything. We just enjoyed the afterglow of good sex.
Alice started to tremble. I wrapped my arms around her, suddenly concerned that something was terribly wrong.
“This shouldn’t have happened. You weren’t supposed to make me feel like this. It was just supposed to be friends having a good time. I want you so bad my chest hurts. I had one orgasm after another. You’ve ruined me. You’re leaving in less than twelve hours. What am I supposed to do? At first, I thought it was just the sex talking, but I know it’s more than that. Why did you make me feel so much? Why do I know I can’t live without you?” she asked as her lips quivered.
I pulled her tight against my chest and just rocked her while she cried. She finally fell asleep in my arms. A little after midnight Marcy came in and crawled into bed with us. She snuggled up to my other side and fell asleep on my shoulder.
Sunday September 29
I WOKE UP AND LOOKED at the clock. Shit! It was 7:30 and we were supposed to meet everyone at eight.
“Wake up, girls, we need to get a move on.”
I grabbed a towel and shampoo and sprinted to the showers. Both girls came into my shower and giggled as we hurried to wash each other. I’d had fantasies about two girls in a shower. This wasn’t the time for it, though.
At least we weren’t the last ones to show up. John gave us some funny looks. I would let him take it up with his sister. Alice was in a much better mood this morning. We just enjoyed the time we had. I’m not really sure about all that went on, because Alice and I were so focused on each other. When I had to leave, I walked her over to her mom and let her comfort her. I felt like hell having to leave her. I know I left a little piece of my heart behind.
I MET TOM AT THE HOTEL at ten and we checked out. We were airborne by eleven. Tom wanted to talk.
“So, how did you like Kentucky?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love the college and the people, but if I become good I want a shot at a national title. If Kentucky’s even close, I would go there.”
“Do you want to go to Florida sometime this fall?”
“I can’t, it would jeopardize my standing with the NCAA. I can’t have a booster fly me on their private jet. Especially since Kentucky has already made me an offer.”
“What? They seriously made you an offer?”
“I know. I think they’re crazy too. They told me my intangibles were off the charts. They loved my competitiveness, my focus and my leadership abilities. They told me to find a real quarterback coach, like yesterday. They were almost as happy as Joe was when they found out we run the veer option. They said in a worst-case scenario they would play me at fullback or switch me to defense. But the offer is solid as long as the coaching staff is there.”
“What type of offense do they think you need to run?”
“They’re suggesting a pro-style offense. They had Coach Lambert send them video. The staff watched me almost pull a rabbit out of a hat on Friday. We were trying to run the West Coast offense. They said it didn’t fit my style. It needs a super-accurate short-range dink-and-dunk kind of guy. They liked it much better when I was throwing downfield. My mid to long throws are my strengths. I guess Coach Lambert is looking to find someone who can retool our offense without making us crash and burn. Kentucky has come up with no one. Maybe you can talk to your Florida contacts and see if they know of anyone.”
“I’ll call my boss and see if he can help. How did the thing with Marcy work out?”
“We had a good time. I actually met Lori Winnick. She’s great. I also met Teddy Wesleyan. He owns the academy that Tami’s going to attend. He helped get her the scholarship. I decided not to go to the party. I figured there’d be too much temptation to drink or do other things. I ended up going to Marcy’s and spending the night, and before you ask, we didn’t go all the way. Sorry, that may be more detail than you want.”
“I’m sure Tracy will appreciate that.” He saw my look and understood. “Just give her time. She loves you to death. She just needs to get her head on straight and let it happen.”
“I know, Tom. I’ll wait on her. She’s worth it.” I hope.
Chapter 18 – There it is
Sunday September 29
I didn’t call or text Tracy when I got back. I think Tom knew there was trouble in paradise, so he got one of the partners to drive us home. I stopped in, talked to my folks for a couple of minutes, and then told them I was going to go say goodbye to Tami. They told me that Uncle Jim was going to be arriving on Monday. I went up to my apartment, took a quick shower, and changed my clothes.
I sent Tami a text, grabbed my bike, and rode over. Today was truly a day to celebrate. One of our own was escaping our small town. Most of us fled once we graduated high school. I think the biggest fear was you would become a lifer. My goal had always been to escape with Tami. She was just getting to do it sooner.
I stopped at Jerry’s Ice Cream and got a quart of vanilla and a container of hot fudge. I knew Tami and her mom loved Jerry’s soft serve. As I paid, I got a text that let me know Tracy was at Tami’s house. I suddenly didn’t want to go. This afternoon was for talking things out with Tami. A big part was what I should do about Tracy. It wouldn’t be possible to be open if she was there. I suddenly felt cheated. I guess it was my own fault for not getting a ride from Tracy when I got home.
I wouldn’t let our issues get in the way of my saying goodbye. The emotions of the day finally caught up with me and I felt sad. My best friend would be moving an hour and a half away. I know we joked about me coming to see her, but we both knew I didn’t have a car. The only way I could do it was by either train or bus.
Tracy’s Mustang was parked at the curb. I pulled my bike into Tami’s garage and walked in the back door. A long time ago, we started to treat each other’s homes as if they were our own. Neither one of us even thought about knocking. I went to the cabinet that held the bowls and got out four. I made ice cream with fudge for all of us. I found Mrs. Glade watching TV in the living room. I handed her a bowl and a spoon and leaned down to let her kiss my cheek. It was our little ritual.
There was no Mr. Glade. She had found herself pregnant as a senior in college and had broken up with Tami’s father a few weeks before she found out. Their breakup had been bad, so she never told him about Tami. When Tami was 12, she decided she wanted to meet her father, but he wouldn’t see her. I remember finding her crying at odd times for a while after that. I’d just hold her, not knowing what else to do. We never talked about that now.
I went back to the kitchen and got the other three bowls. I didn’t even ask. I just knew Tami was in her room. I was about to nudge the door open when I heard Tracy.
“I think I’m losing him. He’s going places, and I’m afraid I’m going to hold him back,” Tracy whined.