“I’ll try to prevent that, sir. Thank you,” I said as I left.
Moose followed me out and took me to the hall. Yuri had to wait for his parents. At least I didn’t get that part of the punishment.
“Sorry about that, David,” Moose said.
“Don’t worry about it. I understand that we have to follow the rules. Someday they might get some common sense and dump this zero-tolerance bull.”
“Next time just kick the shit out of him. The penalty would have been the same,” he said with a smile.
I GOT HOME AND WAS immediately bored. I called Tish to see if we could use the time to practice. She agreed, and I would meet her at the dojo. Before I left I put a roast in the Crock-Pot, with all the fixings. It would be ready when I got home. I spent the afternoon learning my film-fight choreography. By dinnertime, we were doing the first sequence at three-quarter speed. I was starting to have fun with it.
I WAS SURPRISED TO see Tracy and Peggy waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Ladies,” I greeted them.
“I have your homework,” Tracy said.
She handed me sheets of paper from each of my classes. There was a math quiz in the pile. I smiled, as I figured I might do well on it. Along with my assignment from my Government class, there was a cover note from Coach Hope, telling me that I had to turn in everything when I got back on Friday. There were also six DVDs of St. Joe that I was supposed to watch.
“I need to go take a shower. What do you want with the roast?” I asked Peggy.
“What are our options?” Tracy asked.
I looked at both of them funny.
“It’s Tuesday night, David,” Peggy told me. “I need to get my rest for the meet tomorrow.”
I decided just to go take my shower. I knew Peggy was aware of what Tracy and I had done last week. I was surprised that she’d be so casual about Tracy being here tonight. About the time I had women figured out, they threw me a curveball. This one made my knees buckle.
WHEN I CAME BACK DOWN, Mom and Dad had come home. They were talking to the girls, and Dad had a beer, which was unusual. He normally didn’t drink, but he had one every once in a while. I sat down next to him.
“So, do I get one?” I asked.
“Get one for everyone. I think we’ll need it when you explain how you got suspended,” Mom said.
I went and got the beers, and found they were ‘near beer;’ they had no alcohol in them. There was also a can of biscuits I could throw into the oven, so I grabbed that, too. After everyone had their beer, I put the biscuits on the cookie sheet and put them in the oven. I checked the roast, and it was ready, so I turned the Crock-Pot off.
“Quit goofing around and tell me what happened,” Mom ordered.
I told my tale and told Mom that she was not allowed to call or visit Mr. Palm. He’d done me a favor by starting the suspension on Tuesday afternoon, rather than on Wednesday; if it started Wednesday, that would have made it so I couldn’t play on Friday. The way things stood, Coach Hope wouldn’t be letting me start. He had a rule that if you didn’t practice, you didn’t start. Mike would be getting the first series.
Everyone loved the pot roast. Mary, Tracy’s mom, had given me one of her dad’s recipes for a rub. It had salt, pepper, dried onions, garlic, coriander, thyme, rosemary, dried mustard and crushed red pepper. The closest in flavor you could buy off the shelf would be McCormick’s Montreal Steak Seasoning. It added a lot of flavor to the meat.
Mom and Dad offered to clean up, so the girls and I went to my apartment. On the way upstairs, Tracy stopped at her car and grabbed her book bag. I gave it a curious look, wondering what was in it. We got upstairs, and I was surprised when Tracy opened my coffee table, turned it into a full-sized table, and started pulling out her homework. The coffee table/dining table combo was one of my favorite things in the apartment. Angie had found it when reading about decorating small spaces. It was a great dual-purpose piece.
Peggy took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
“I’m confused,” I said.
Peggy started taking off her clothes.
“You made me realize what I’ve been missing,” she said as she took off my t-shirt. “I was confused when Tracy told me that you’d been missing regular sex. After last night, I understand what she was telling me. I also understand when she told me she had the same needs.”
“What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked.
“You’re going to work your magic on me, and then I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep. Then you’re going to help Tracy out.”
As long as I knew the plan, I was fine. I got an evil grin on my face, and Peggy squealed as I picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
“You want quick and hard, or long and slow?” I asked.
Her eyes got big as I pulled my boxers down. I think she thought I was going to take her virginity.
“Just be gentle with me,” she almost whispered.
I helped her get naked, and then covered her body and began to kiss her. I made sure my legs were outside hers so that Mr. Happy didn’t get any funny ideas. I respected Peggy too much, and if she lost her virginity with me, I wanted it to be special.
I took my time and mapped out all her erogenous zones. Last night had been unexpected, and I’d let my sexual animal rule me. Tonight was more thought-out, and I planned to slowly build her desire. I gave her a full-body massage and prepared her for her orgasm. She shuddered when I finally edged my tongue between the folds of her sex. I think her orgasm surprised her when it finally occurred. I had driven her to a frenzied state; she had three quick ones, and then a huge one that had Tracy watching us.
How did I know Tracy was watching? As soon as I rolled off Peggy, a naked Tracy jumped on me and had her way with Mr. Happy. In my wildest dreams, I had never imagined a threesome with Peggy and Tracy. I was a very happy boy until I came and realized that I hadn’t used a rubber with Tracy.
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” I said as I jerked out of Tracy.
“What’s wrong?” Peggy asked.
“I came in Tracy. I didn’t use a rubber!” I explained.
Tracy gave me a deep kiss to calm my panic down.
“David, you know my story, and you know me. Do you honestly think I’d put myself at risk?” she asked.
“So, you’re on birth control?” I asked.
“Yes. I like that you care about me enough to worry, though. I also like that you use the condoms because it makes clean up so much easier.”
Peggy and Tracy kicked me out so they could talk. After about thirty minutes, they came out. They’d obviously showered and had on two of my t-shirts. I was going to have to get Jade and Range Sports to send me more.
“Should I start ordering t-shirts to fit you girls?” I asked.
“No, we want t-shirts you wear,” Tracy told me.
I guess this was like a guy taking a girl’s panties; it was their trophy. They each gave me a kiss and left. I sent Sandy Range a text saying I needed more t-shirts. That triggered a phone call.
“What’s this I hear you’re going to shave your head?” she asked.
“It’s for the film I’m doing. Let me send you what they want me to look like,” I said, and sent her a text with the drawings they’d sent me.
“You’ll look hot. I like all the tattoos. Do you plan on running around with your shirt off for the whole movie?”
“Boy, I hope so!” I shot back.
Sandy laughed at me and then wanted to talk about Christmas.
“Joanna can’t wait for you to visit at Christmastime. She wanted me to ask if you’d be interested in going out.”
I had met Sandy’s friends Joanna and Olivia at a club in Park City during my first photo shoot. Joanna had tried to make her ex jealous. He’d been dumb enough to think that the grass was greener and that they needed to take a break so he could sleep around. She had immediately demanded the same opportunity and, like an idiot, he told her to go ahead, thinking she could never find anyone. His problem was that he made a big announcement at lunch, where word got around. He was shocked when none of the girls wanted a one-night stand.