“Isn’t that a little cliché? The head cheerleader dating the quarterback?” I asked, and she just stared at me like I was mentally deficient. Well, they did call me ‘stupid boy.’ “Tell me more about the benefits.”
Mona leaned over and kissed my neck, and then moved her lips up to nibble on my ear.
"Okay, okay!" I laughed.
I loved the feel of Mona’s mouth on me. I gave her a big squeeze, and she pressed her body into mine and pushed her groin against my thigh.
"Come here!" Mona said with a mischievous grin and pulled me to my bedroom.
She opened the door and quickly swung me into the room, kicking the door shut behind us. She pushed me backward onto the bed and jumped on me; her mouth feverishly found mine.
"Wow, what’s gotten into you?" I asked.
Her only response was to keep kissing; she kissed my neck, my chest, and my stomach, while her hands went to work to unbutton my pants. Mr. Happy wrested control of the body from the big brain and caused me to moan in anticipation as I slid my hands up and down her taut teenaged body.
Mona freed my member and began to stroke it with one hand, using the other to pull my pants down. I lifted my butt so she could get them off. Mona smiled at me when I was finally naked. Her eyes roamed my body. Then she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, between my legs, and kissed down the flat of my stomach to my inner thigh. She licked my length and finally my sack.
Gawd, Mona could turn me on! I moaned in pleasure. It occurred to me I hadn’t showered since having sex with Pam, so I hoped the lake water had washed any residue from my body. If she noticed, it didn’t seem to stop her from sucking me. Mona bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper with each attempt. Then she took as much as she could comfortably and sucked hard.
I cupped her cheek with my large hand and guided her up and down my member. I found a spot on the ceiling and concentrated hard to not get off too soon. I loved the skill Mona had brought to the game. I always enjoyed sex with her. That was never an issue, but I enjoyed sex with Pam too. I honestly would rather spend my time with Pam. It was just neither one of us was in a place to be more than a friend. With Mona, there would never be more than this. Yes, she was a friend, but she was never going to hold a special place in my heart like Pam potentially would.
"Oh, yes!" I groaned as I exploded.
I must have blacked out for a moment because suddenly I opened my eyes and a smiling Mona looked down at me.
“So, will you date me?” she asked.
“Hell, yes!” I said, and immediately regretted it.
◊◊◊ Monday August 24
I woke and was greeted by my trusty hound looking me in the eyes. He was absolutely not allowed on the bed, but I guess it was my fault because I had allowed him up when he was frightened by the thunderstorm yesterday. When Duke saw I was awake, his tail thumped against the bed. I gave him a stern look.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
He answered by licking me in the mouth!
“Yuck! Off! Get off the bed right now!” I ordered.
Duke thought I was playing and swatted me with his paw. I grabbed his collar and led him to his crate. I had to stuff him in and latched the door as I went to get dressed. I’d read an article that said it takes twenty-some straight days to make something a habit when training your child, so I figured the same applied to Duke. Apparently, it only took one day if they really liked something, like sleeping on my bed. I heard him complain and rock his crate as I shaved and brushed my teeth to get rid of any remnants of dog kiss.
I didn’t plan to run today because it was near certain that Coach Hope would run our butts off on the first day of practice. This was always my favorite time of year. I didn’t have any injuries and felt great. Plus, this was when every football player across America thought they were going to have a great season. The first day of practice was always filled with optimism. I decided to go ahead and dress for practice, instead of waiting until I got to the locker room. I put some street clothes into my duffle bag and set my slightly upset dog free.
If you ever want a Lab to come to you for affection, just ignore him. Duke was a people-pleaser to the nth degree and couldn’t stand it if you pushed him away. I rolled my eyes as Duke acted cute and nudged my hand so I would scratch his ears. I couldn’t stay mad at him, so I complied. I had to chuckle when I realized he had me trained pretty well. Who was in charge here, anyway?
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Duke became alert. This told me the Callahans’ cat, Precious, was lurking somewhere outside. Precious was the terror of the neighborhood who had somehow adopted my pup. She seemed to keep an eye on him but made a point of stalking him and putting him in his place on a regular basis. Duke was almost quivering with excitement when I opened the back door. He went from zero to sixty in a second as he bounded straight at Precious, who had her back turned to him. I tried to grab his collar to save him, but he wasn’t passing up this opportunity to roll his friend/nemesis.
Ever watch National Geographic where the lion stalks its prey only to have events turned on him? Precious had laid the trap perfectly. When Duke was only a couple of lopes from success, she flipped around and let out a yowl that froze me in terror. Your typical house cat did not sound like a bobcat in attack mode. Duke realized his mistake and tried to dodge the leaping feline, but went sprawling. Precious sailed over him, which saved Duke from certain death, or that’s what it looked like. He got up with as much dignity as possible in a situation like that, and Precious walked up to him and rubbed up to his side.
I shook my head as they bounded into the back yard so Duke could take care of his initial business and then do his main job: squirrel patrol. I let them chase each other and run off some energy before calling Duke and sending him in to get his morning loving from my mom and dad. I about shit when Precious darted into the house after him. I reached down to stop her, but she took a swipe at me, and I jerked my hand back. She was out of sight before I got to the kitchen. My mom was going to be pissed.
“David Allen Dawson!” Mom yelled.
I grabbed a towel to protect myself with and quickly walked to my parents’ bedroom. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing when I saw Duke had claimed my mom’s pillow and Precious had my dad’s. Both my parents had a healthy respect for the damage Brit’s cat could do and were pressed against the wall.
“Get that cat out of my bed!” Mom ordered.
I tossed the towel to Dad.
“Throw it over her and then you can pick her up,” I suggested.
Who would have believed your own parent would say such things about you? Ever since I saved Precious from the mastiff, she’d been okay with me. Well, ‘okay’ might be too strong a term; she tolerated me. I told Duke to get off the bed, then reached down and Precious let me pick her up. She eyed my dad and hissed. For some reason that cat hated men. I suspected Brit’s brothers had done something or somethings awful to her, which pissed me off. She might be the cat from hell, but she was still a pet, and someone loved her. Duke and I took Precious home while my parents got their day started. Brit answered the door and smiled when she saw what I had in my arms.
“What did she do this time?” Brit asked.
“She followed Duke into our house this morning and chased my parents out of their bed,” I said with a big grin.
I needed to wipe the amused look off my face before I got home, or Mom would skin me alive. I started to leave, but Brit touched my arm to stop me.
“I need to ask you something,” she said and looked down nervously. I just waited her out. “They’re having cheerleader tryouts today. I’m on the fence as to whether or not I should go out. My brothers are against it. They say you only date cheerleaders, and that there’s no way they’d allow that.”