We paired up again, and again I got Tim. I don’t know what happened during lunch. I mean, someone must have stolen his girlfriend or beat his dog. He just couldn’t seem to focus. By the end of practice, I would have put Brad Hope up against him and won. I just shook my head in disbelief. Before practice started today, Tim Rogers had been the best quarterback in the nation. By the end of the day, he was nowhere near the top.
The Coaches at Elite 11 had told us we would be challenged. Tim now faced his. He needed to realize that he could work through his self-doubt and turn this around. He may no longer be in contention for MVP, but he sure had a chance to make the Elite 11. When we finished up for the day, he was gone like a shot. I saw him talking to his parents as he left the field. I was a little disappointed in ESPNU as they chased after him.
AFTER PRACTICE, I FOUND Tami, and she had a gleam in her eyes I liked.
“After dinner, you’re taking me back to my hotel room,” she informed me.
“I have to get back before curfew. I can’t spend the night,” I said.
“Come on, everyone’s waiting for us.”
She took my hand and led me to where my parents, brother and Bo were. Dad had rented a minivan so we were comfortable going to dinner. We made the trip to Portland for tapas. Greg had found a place called Toro Bravo. Tapas are basically appetizer-sized servings with a Spanish flair.
I liked the place as soon as I saw it. It was packed with young professionals who looked like they were unwinding after a long day at work. It gave me the same vibe as when I visited Lincoln Park, in Chicago. People just seemed to be out in groups, having a good time. We had a hard time deciding what to order when the server offered us the chef’s tasting menu. She explained the chef would choose what to bring out for our table. I was a little surprised when everyone was game.
I loved it. I tried some dishes I had never even thought of eating. Foie gras was one of the first dishes they brought out. It’s made from fattened duck and goose livers. Of course, I didn’t tell Tami that, or she would never have tried it. Some of my other favorites were oxtail, salt cod fritters, and braised beef cheeks.
Not all the food was great, but I enjoyed the opportunity to try new things. I wasn’t as enthusiastic about the foie gras when I looked it up after I got home. I wasn’t happy to hear they force-fed the ducks and geese corn through a feeding tube. I could say I had eaten it, though.
We were relaxed as we drank coffee and enjoyed dessert while Bo caught us up on last night’s coaches’ meeting. I wondered where he found his information but thought it better not to ask.
“Tim was hands down the leader. I’m not sure what will happen after today. I think a lot will depend on how he closes out the next two days. Doyle continues to improve his attitude and is moving up the chart. They are impressed at his turnaround. Wes was right behind Tim for MVP.
“Roland continues to confound them. They’re wondering if he’s too smart. He purposely asked his coach questions just to challenge him. He had some kind of need to show how smart he is. It’s his insecurity; he has to be assured. If it wasn’t for that, he’d be in the top five.
“Your friend Flee is right on the cusp of making it into the top eleven. He’s performing well, but his size is causing them concerns,” Bo said.
“Where is David in the mix?” Greg asked.
He smiled.
“He has surprised them. His time in Chicago and his off-season workouts have him playing much better than his tapes showed from his sophomore year. They originally thought he was good enough to be invited. Now they’re talking about him possibly being the MVP. They keep talking about his confidence and skills. Yet he isn’t cocky.”
“It’s just a product of a good upbringing,” I said.
“Look out, he’s sucking up to us. Someone must be pregnant, or he wants a motorcycle,” Dad said.
“Hey, you’re lucky to have me as a son. I could be all whiny, like your first one,” I said.
“You shut up,” Greg whined, making everyone laugh.
Bo was smart enough to stay out of it.
Tomorrow the best receivers would be here. They and the rest of us would be put through an NFL-type combine called SPARQ, which measured speed, agility and power. It would give the coaches a score as to how athletic, how powerful, how explosive everyone was, including the quarterbacks.
I FOUND MYSELF BACK at Tami’s room.
“How did you know I was getting horny?” I asked her.
“You poor ‘stupid boy.’ How long have I known you?”
She had a point.
Tami unzipped and removed her slacks while we bantered. She dropped them on the floor and wiggled her butt at me.
“Do you want to take them off?” she asked.
I grinned at her. Of course, I wanted to take them off. But I wanted to get her top off, too. I reached for her and she skipped away and giggled. This was something I would never have expected from my tomboy best friend. She giggled like a little girl. I got on my knees to beg.
"Yes, please," I answered.
Tami arched her hips while I pulled her panties down. The first thing I noticed was the intoxicating smell of aroused teenage girl. I pulled her to me so I could bury my nose between her legs and get a good smell.
“You’re the nasty boy tonight,” Tami purred as she ran her fingers in my hair.
“Get naked,” I said.
As she removed her blouse and bra, I shed my clothes. She could soon see my arousal. I guided her to the bed. We lay side-by-side on the bed and began to kiss. She rubbed her hands along my side and across my chest while we kissed. I cupped her butt and held her tightly to my lower body. I ground Mr. Happy against her stomach. I released her lips and kissed my way down her neck and chest until I reached her breasts. My kisses turned to sucks and licks as I pleasured her breasts. Tami didn’t like light teasing; she much preferred more direct contact. She squirmed when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.
“Oh, David, just like that,” she said as she directed my head where she wanted it.
I took my time as I played with her breasts. I could tell she was getting hot and bothered because I could taste the saltiness of her perspiration. I loved the whiteness of her breasts as opposed to her tanned body. It was like a homing signal drawing my lips. She began to squirm when I began to kiss her stomach as I worked my way down to her arousal.
I ran my tongue gently up and down her sex. I got the taste of her saltiness and the first secretions from her arousal. Her legs seemed to spread wider of their own volition. I licked up and down, spreading saliva and her juices around everything. She had become a slick mess. I pushed my tongue between her folds and found the source of her leak. I tried to plug it with my tongue. She pushed my head back with the palm of her hand, but I rimmed her little hole, which made her moan.
This was different from when we had sex in my apartment. I had been worried about what could go wrong, and how my emotions were still a mess. This time I accepted that this was just sex. Tami and I had been apart for almost a year. During that time, I had gained more experience. I planned to rock her world.
I allowed my tongue to travel north as I split her center. When I found the edge of her nubbin, I rapidly swiped my tongue back and forth three times and then backed off. I paused a moment and then gave her three more pulses. I repeated the process.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and then moaned as I did three more swipes just on the edge of her button.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause.
I watched as my rhythm started to drive her crazy.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause.
She pulled her legs up so her knees were touching her breasts.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, pause.