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Cal had told Hector that they would be at the same hotel, leaving it up to the groom if they wanted to get together. Hector mentioned the fact to Maddy when they managed to get out of bed mid-morning on Saturday, and she immediately got on the phone to Cheryl. The four ended up sharing a large brunch, giving the girls time to recover before heading for practice.
Having discussed it beforehand, Cheryl and Cal made no remarks about the newlyweds' first night, nor did they ask any questions. There were plenty of other things to talk about. The mood for the entire meal was so upbeat that just before they stood to leave, Cal said "Isn't it great to know you've found the right person for you?"
Cheryl almost attacked him right there, and she forgot all about being sore for practice when they got back to the room. After a vigorous interlude, she said "I'm not even going to shower. I hope the girls can all tell what I was doing from the smell."
Cal had arranged for Claire and Bert to drop his car by when it was time for the girls to go to practice. Naturally, the guys went with the girls, planning to watch practice for a few minutes, then work out.
As might be expected, the team was all set to give Maddy the hazing of her life. The only problem was that she was bulletproof. The most inventive gibes did nothing but widen her smile, and the attempts died down very quickly. Seeing Hector's bulky frame watching from the stands at first probably dampened the would-be tormentors' enthusiasm a bit, as well.
Cheryl was her usual intense, aggressive self. Maddy was a dynamo, even more active and vocal than usual. The team was excited about the tournament, but more than a little upset at the seedings. Being undefeated, having beaten some very good teams, and ranked twelfth nationally, they felt they should have headed one of the sub-regionals. Instead, they were in the same grouping as the number three ranked team, and had to play at that team's gym.
That happened to be the one team from whom Maddy had received a scholarship offer. They were rather notorious, even within the heavily lesbian women's athletic world. Their hitters were tall and muscular, and the entire team was mouthy and vulgar. Maddy would never have fit in there.
Actually, the slight in the seedings gave the coach the extra incentive that is often so valuable in preparing a team. The 'we'll show them' attitude guaranteed that no one's mind wandered from the drills, even Maddy's.
Cal and Hector worked out without a lot of conversation. At one point, Cal did ask "No regrets?"
"Not even close!" Hector answered emphatically. "Waking up with your lover is unbelievable. I'll never get tired of it."
"No argument here. Going to bed with her's not too bad, either, huh?" It was the closest thing to suggestive that was said the whole weekend.
Cal was berating himself that he had not made arrangements for another wash and set for Cheryl. She did not seem to mind, though, and they chatted lightly as he watched her work on her hair. As with most athlete's, she had chosen a style that was easy to maintain through all of her showers.
They both dressed up again, and this time Maddy and Hector joined them in walking to a nearby nice restaurant. "I can't believe you're giving up your scarce honeymoon time to eat with us," Cheryl teased her friend.
"We look at the rest of our lives as our honeymoon," Maddy came back quickly. What can you say to that?
On the way up their room afterward, Cal sensed a bit of tension in Cheryl, but he did not try to ask about it. He was certain that he would find out before too long.
Sure enough, in the afterglow of a tender and lengthy session, they were lying in their preferred face-to-face position with their bodies pressed together and their limbs entwined. "Have I got you in a good mood?" she asked.
"So, I'm going to find out what's been bugging you since dinner, huh?"
"Um, yeah. Promise to listen and not get upset, OK?"
"OK."
"I talked to the basketball coach last week," she told him.
"You're going to try out?" he asked in amazement.
"No, silly! The men's basketball coach. He still wants you."
"Why is this so important to you?" he asked, not upset, but more than a little puzzled.
"Look, don't take this as criticism, please, but you haven't found anything that makes you want to go for it, as far as a career, right? You could work for your dad, like Pete is doing. You've got the brains to be a lawyer if you decided to. Maybe an MBA? None of those things have really gotten you excited, have they?"
"I thought it took a lot of years to get to be a shrink."
"Funny. Honey, you could do one thing that only a small, small segment of the population could do," she told him.
"And that is?"
"Be an NFL player. You could have a fifteen year career and make enough money to do anything else you wanted."
"I could only be a kicker. Too slow for a DB."
"So? Have you looked at pro kickers' salaries? Tell me what other job you could get right out of school that pays like that and let's you compete."
"Hmmm."
"I know, you don't want to go through all of that time and work to just get in on kicking plays. But think of the hourly pay rate? No, forget the pay rate. The important thing is that sports is where you belong. Competition is the one thing that always gets you interested."
"You're talking football, now, but you started talking about basketball," he pointed out.
"It's competition - competition where you could excel. Someday, I can see you as and NFL coach, or maybe an NBA coach. I think the more high-level competition you can be involved in, the better will be your resume when you want one of those coaching jobs," she said earnestly.
"Hmmm," was once again his only reply.
"Now, here's where you might get mad at me," she warned. "If not for football, would you really see any reason to be here at school?"
"You forgot the number one reason - you," he said, thinking he had scored a point.
"I knew that, and it just proves my argument," she proclaimed. "I don't see my man as the kind who just follows his girlfriend around."
"Ouch!" he exclaimed. "If I didn't love you so damn much, I WOULD get mad right about now." Just in case, she was fondling his cock, hoping to drain off any anger that way. "So you think I should work toward a career in sports because competition is the only thing I really get excited about?"
"Can you tell me I'm wrong?" she challenged.
"Actually, I can barely think with you doing that," he said, trying to deflect the seriousness of the conversation. After a lengthy pause, he said and admitted "No, I can't say you're wrong.
"The problem is, competition has always been for enjoyment. I don't know if getting serious about it as a career would spoil the enjoyment," he complained.
"Face it. You will have to get serious about something within a couple of years. Like I said before, I can see you as a trial lawyer, maybe a DA. That's competitive. I can see you as a cop or a soldier because it meets your need for significance," she explained.
"Significance? How did you know about that? We haven't really talked about it."
"Maybe not directly, but I know," she assured him.
"Coaches can have to move around a lot," he stated, looking for anything to weaken her argument.
"That's OK. Doctors can be pretty mobile, too."
"Won't you feel bad if I'm competing and you're not?" he said, trying to find another chink.
"Nope. I love to compete. You know that. But I've always had my dream, my long-term goal. Sports is great while I'm on the way to that goal, and it's helping me get there. You don't seem to have a goal like that. I'm saying that you should make sports that goal, and do everything you can to build your resume."
"Why didn't someone warn me about the problems of living with a genius?" he groused.
She chose to ignore that comment and plunged right ahead on a different tack. "You don't know how wet my pussy gets watching you on the field or on the floor. A big part of the reason I want you to go out for basketball is so I won't have to wait until next fall for that tingle."
"But I won't be able to get hard watching you!"
"Sorry. Realistically, I'm not good enough for basketball. This fall has been so tough that I can't think about another sport, anyway. It would be crazy. My big dream is too important to take any more chances on not getting there."
The stimulation from her 'anger prevention' was getting to him, and the last few exchanges had cranked up the emotional level. He also needed a break from the conversation, and he knew just what kind of break he wanted. Rolling her over, he moved into position to enter her. It was unusual for him not to work at arousing her first. She understood, though, that he might have felt somewhat under attack and needed to take the lead. Not that she had any objection.
He did not 'take' her in an aggressive way, though. Once inside, he started talking as he took long, slow strokes. "I think you want me on the team just to beat Pat Clancy out of a job, don't you?" He thought he was teasing, but her expression quickly set him straight. The subject of Pat was still an open wound for her.
"I want you to embarrass that bastard!" she hissed. "But really, Honey, that's just the start. Every time you swish one of those three pointers, it feels almost like what you're doing right now. Unhhhhh!" The grunt followed a hard, quick thrust that broke his slow, gentle rhythm. "Do that! Do that while I think about long shots dropping through the hole!"
It was wonderful the way she could let herself go from an intense discussion to outright horniness. Just one of the many things that he loved about her. All of his training had conditioned him to be an opportunist, and this was a most enticing opportunity.
Because of their earlier session, he knew that he could go for a while, probably until his arms gave out. There was something he had to be sure of first, though. "Baby, you're not trying too make up for upsetting me, are you? You didn't, you know. I love you for saying those things. I needed to hear them."
"I wasn't worried," she assured him. "It's just that thinking about you scoring all those long shots... honestly, it gets me going. Now, YOU get going. Enough talk!"
Opportunity - invitation - plea - demand - who cared what it was? Beneath him was her sleek, taut body, every muscle seeming intent on drawing him inside of herself and wringing him dry. Her intimidating mind, her competitive fire, her caring spirit - all of that would have been enough. To have it all in such an erotic package made him the luckiest of men.
The wringing dry part would take a long, lovely while. One way or another, he would make sure that she got there, too. Of all of the wonderful things about her, the privilege of seeing her in orgasm was worth any amount of self-denial or discomfort.
As had often happened before, Cheryl converted any type of emotion into arousal. Apparently, she had gotten herself to quite a high level of anxiety before broaching the subject with him. In an amazingly short time, she was showing all of the signs. He knew, though, that the signs did not guarantee completion, so supporting himself on one arm, he moved the other hand down between them to her crotch.
He had learned that once he got her over the edge during intercourse, his hand was no longer needed. By thrusting strongly and rubbing their pubic bones together on each downstroke, he could provide plenty of stimulation to keep her orgasm going. That time, it all worked beautifully.
After rolling over, panting their way back to speech capability, and sharing endearments, Cal asked "So, the coach is OK with me not showing up until New Years?"
"He can't wait. His only good outside shooter is a strong forward that he needs to keep inside. He says he has no decent court leadership. Cal, you could be starting right away!"
"You were pretty sure you would convince me, huh?"
"I knew you would see the logic. And I knew you wouldn't have an ego problem listening to what I had to say," she told him.
They cuddled silently for a while, then he asked "Do you think I should go pro after next year - after you leave for med school?"
"You have to get your degree," she insisted.
"But the pro season still leaves half a year for school," he pointed out.
"What if I go to med school here?"
"Is that a possibility?"
"More so than I thought it was."
"Then maybe I would play for four years here," he stated.
Cal managed to catch the basketball coach on his second stop by the basketball office early Monday afternoon. Because he had a football schedule, he had only two afternoon classes, and they were early on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
He almost turned around and left when he saw the man's mood. The coach was definitely not happy. At Cal's questioning look, the coach asked "Did your girlfriend talk you into it? I sure hope so because I need some good news right now."
"Yes, she talked me into it. Did you doubt that she would?" Cal said.
"Well, that's one smart woman, and I was hopeful. You seemed dead set against it, though," the coach responded.
"She's thinking of becoming a psychiatrist, you know," Cal explained. "It sure worked on me. You, uh, seem to have gotten some bad news."
Waving a paper, the coach said "I just got notice that I will be losing two scholarship players at the end of the semesters, both starters. One's my point guard, such as he is. The other is a power forward, but the only decent three point shooter we have."
"Academics?"
"Yup. They don't have a chance of making it, now, the dumb shits. They both had good years last year, so they think they can get rich in the NBA and not have to study. They'll end up playing semi-pro for fifty bucks a game. Anyone on the football team who can play? How about Hector. If we just put him under the bucket, no one could get close." Cal had to admire the man's spirit for joking when he had just gotten such devastating news.
"I'm afraid basketball is not Hector's game. I know one guy, though. His name is Ryan Ulrich. He's six-five and slim, but he has been working out hard for a couple of months now. He was Pat Clancy's high school teammate."
"Not sure that's a good recommendation," the coach grumbled.
"Oh?"
"Let's just say I'm not sure I'll get my scholarship money's worth out of that kid," the coach replied. "I'm not sending his high school coach a Christmas card, either, after the sell job he did."
"Maybe Ryan made Pat look as good as he did in high school. I've seen them play together, and they are opposites. Ryan is controlled, heady, and smooth. He's on an academic scholarship, so he won't be flunking out on you."
"See if you can find him and bring him to see me. I don't want to waste any time, here."
Just like that, Cal was set to move right from football to basketball. He had not shot a basket since their summer Saturday morning pickup games. There was an open gym that was not crowded very early or very late, so he would have to modify his schedule for the next month. Being in shape was not a problem. If he could sharpen his shooting, he felt that the other basketball moves would come back to him quickly.
He knew that Cheryl was in the library right then, so he hurried to see if she knew how to contact Ryan. That started an almost comedic scramble. Cheryl did not know where Ryan was, so they called his home. His mother was at work, so they called Claire and asked her if she could somehow find Glenda Ulrich.
Claire seemed to know everyone in town, and less than twenty minutes later, Cal's cell rang with a call from Glenda. She knew Ryan's schedule, and Cal tore off to meet him after his current class let out.
Though it was not his usual style, Cal decided to steamroll Ryan. As Ryan left the classroom, Cal just told him "Come on. I'm taking you to the coach's office.
"Coach? Why? I don't play football."
"Basketball coach. You're trying out for the team. So am I."
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Ryan protested. "I've got a class. And besides, I already decided to forget about basketball. And... and Pat's on the team."
"You're about to skip your first college class ever. You can't just forget basketball. I know. I tried, until Cheryl straightened me out. And Cheryl told me not to let Pat steal basketball from me. We'll run his ass right off the team, OK?"
"What makes you think I can make the team? Tryouts were a while ago."
"I convinced the coach that you're the next Bill Bradley," Cal insisted. "Think how impressed Sharon will be."
That was fighting dirty, but it was for a good cause and it worked. Within minutes, Cal was making the introductions. The coach wanted them at practice, which started in an hour and a half.
With Cal never letting up, they got to his car, picked up their clothes, and hurried back to the gym. The coach had arranged for them to get into the gym early and provided a bag of balls so they could shoot for a while.
All of the time in the car, Cal had been talking to Ryan about Pat and not letting Pat be a factor in how he played. "Look, he almost sucked you down with him, right?" When Ryan grunted in agreement, Cal went on "Well, you're big time pissed at him, right? Just show it by playing better than you ever have before."
"But I'm rusty!"
"Same here. How much weight have you gained since you started working out with Sharon?"
"Twelve."
"And how much have your weights increased?"
"A lot. But what if I shoot bricks?"
"It'll come back. Coach knows you're rusty. Let's have ourselves a ball. Your mom doesn't even know you're doing this. I only told her I needed to find you. Think how proud she'll be."
"Not if it screws up my grades."
"After a bad introduction, I think I know you well enough to know that will never happen," Cal assured him.
Neither Cal nor Ryan could resist keeping an eye on the locker room door as they shot, wanting to see Pat's reaction when he saw them. It was worth waiting for.
Pat actually took a small step backwards, then stood stock still. Unknown to Cal and Ryan, the coach had been watching through a one-way window as they shot. He had found out all about Pat's brushes with the law and had come within an ace of booting him from the team.
In the end, he had decided it would be hypocritical to cut Pat, considering some of the legal scrapes a couple of his other scholarship players had been through. Further, he had gone straight to Harlan Clancy and learned the terms of the agreement.
The coach had indirectly found out about Pat from Cal's remarks, and he realized that using the incidents as a basis for kicking Pat off of the team would make Cal in technical violation. At the time, he still had hopes that Cal would change his mind and join the team.
He was a good coach, and had been doing working at the college level for eight years. In that time, he had usually taken his teams to winning records, but no championships or tournament appearances. The school did not have a strong basketball tradition, and he had been unable to build one.
The last few years, in particular, he realized that he had fallen into the talent search trap. He had gotten some highly regarded recruits who were indeed exceptional athletes. What he had not gotten, though, was discipline and leadership. He also had the fear that his players were too often in it for show, rather than a true competitive drive. Add to that the number of top players that went pro after only a couple of years, and his job had provided more frustration than satisfaction.
Those fears were what made him so interested in Cal. He was good friends with the football coach. The football coach would never say it to Cal's face, but he credited Cal with being the competitive spark that changed the whole character of the team. True, Hector was also very responsible, but Cal was the one who had 'ignited' Hector.
If Cal regarded Ryan highly, the coach was willing to accept that assessment.
The coach was very interested in seeing how the three men handled their meeting and the subsequent presence on the same team. He knew of Ryan's involvement at the apartment. How each reacted would have a big affect on the allotment of playing time for the season.
Pat's initial reaction was near-catatonia. That changed to anger after several seconds. The coach had come out into the gym and Pat literally charged at him. "What are they doing here?" Pat demanded.
"I invited them," the coach said, purposely not reacting to Pat's anger.
"Why? B... Banner's a football player, and Ryan can't make it at this level." Pat declared.
"I need outside shooting and I need floor leadership. Banner can give me those things. As for Ryan: it seems he may have helped make earn you a scholarship. Maybe he can help you make this team. Or maybe he's the one I should have given the scholarship to."
That was the strongest thing the coach had said to a player in a long time. He had been on Pat's case from the very first practice, knowing something of his reputation, but he had never been so openly critical.
Like just about any job, the coach's job was not just about basketball. Having a local star on the team was a nearly essential factor in generating decent fan support. He had decided that Pat was the best local player from the previous year's crop. Pat's high school coach had talked only about Pat, never mentioning Ryan.
The boy's selfishness and low flash point had showed up immediately and would be nothing but trouble in the college game. He already had more than enough selfishness before Pat came along. Point guard, which was what he had in mind for Pat, was the one place where selfishness could be least tolerated.
If he made it at all, Pat was at least a year from being ready for significant playing time. The coach was not thrilled with the way his current point guard was playing that year, and he was losing him any way. For better or worse, Cal would be starting as soon as he was done with football.
After delivering his statement, the coach stared calmly and steadily into Pat's eyes, waiting for a reaction. Pat already understood that the coach was not one to talk back to, having gotten that message quite painfully in the first week. All he could do was stomp angrily away, which he did with the maximum drama.
When all of the players were assembled, the coach informed them. "This is Cal Banner, whom most of you recognize." Cal nodded. "He will be joining us after the bowl game. This Ryan Ulrich, who will be working out with us on a tryout basis. Let's get to work."
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Sunday morning brought a sobering conversation. "Before I fly home, we'd better talk about the other two boys," Elaine told Cheryl and Cal when the couple returned from their reduced 'day-after-game' early workout. "To tell the truth, I'd just as soon never hear about them again," Cheryl responded. "I lost all of Friday night for studying and I had trouble concentrating yesterday. I don't want to be rude, Elaine, but I really have to hit the books today." "I'm afraid you may...
In the first week of the new year, two psychiatrists, speaking for the panel that had been employed to evaluate Greg, came to the Overland mansion to give their report. Brandon, Penelope, Genevieve, and Greg's lead lawyer were in the meeting. After the introductions, the lead doctor took the floor. "We have put Greg through the entire battery of tests and examinations that we described to you beforehand. We can go into as much detail as you would like, but let me summarize. He is...
The romance between Tessa and Vick took off like a rocket. Tessa was never one to dither when she wanted something, and she wanted Vick in the worst way. He, of course, did not have a chance. Not that he felt tricked or coerced in any way. Like a lot of the guys at school, Vick had been fascinated by Tessa, but because of her brains and her apparent relationship with Cal, he did not waste any time wishing for her. Finding out that she wanted him was just too good to be true. Just two weeks...
Robin was pissed. Her anger at that Jeremy character had been building with every report of his smarmy little campaign to subjugate her new friend Darlene. It was two weeks before Cal's return home, and Robin had just heard about Jeremy's last intrusion and Darlene's refusal to return to the club. Well, it was better that Darlene not be there right now, but by God, she would be back if Robin had anything to say about it. Robin and Darlene were worlds apart in life experience, yet Robin...
Saturday morning could have been a scene from a 'B' movie about high school girls. Of the eight gathered in Teri's rec room, Rebecca and Tessa were as giddy as the rest. Somehow, Cal thought they should have been helping to organize things and bring some order. Didn't happen. Since Sam had asked him personally, he took her first. She had changed into a tube top, which was apparently the uniform for the portraits. He started with the same approach he had used on Rebecca and Tessa, trying...
With basketball finished, Cal had no extra-curricular activities from school to take up his time. He had decided that he was going to accelerate his martial arts training for the entire spring and summer until football practice started in mid-August. The morning after his first naked photo session with Teri, it was easy for him to get up early, as sleep had been very hard to find. The extra exertion of his more vigorous workout was just what he needed to relieve the tension built up by the...
When the van pulled across their path and the men jumped out, Cal's initial reaction was a flash of panic, but in milliseconds he remembered why he had spent all of those years in martial arts classes. The men looked Arabic, and his mind flashed back to the sight of Rachman kicking the helpless Ismi. It was not going to happen again! Mr. Yokata's teachings came to him with the force of deeply ingrained habit. First, the assessment. Two men. No visible weapons. One man, the driver, had to...
When Cal was first able to walk on his foot, he had started taking walks in the cool of the evening. The foot was healed, but it could not yet take the stress of running. On the second night that he walked, his mother caught up with him halfway down the driveway, took his hand in hers, and made it clear that she intended to walk with him. "Teri gets to spend a lot more time with you than I do," she complained. "I've got to grab whatever I can." After a moment of panic that she might...
Two football games had already been played, and Cheryl was very concerned. Greg had gained right around 100 yards in each game, although he had fumbled once. She talked with Cal on Monday night, trying to arrange a time when they could get together. She was adamant that it had to be before that Friday's game. Finding a time and place was actually rather tough. The rendezvous had to be kept secret from both sets of parents and from Greg. That ruled out Cheryl's home, and it made evenings...
Since he had shown Rebecca and Tessa the nude pictures of Rob Krantz, the girls had lain in wait for Cal's return every time Teri went on a shoot. They knew there would likely be nudity if Teri had to preside. "Any naked guys?" would hit Cal as soon as he walked into the house with film in hand. "I gotta have a talk with Mom," Tessa pouted. "I can't understand why only she gets to go on the sexy shoots. It's just not fair!" Cal looked quickly at Rebecca, who had not yet finished her...
To Cal's relief, nothing bad had happened by the time most people had eaten and the sun was getting low. He had relaxed his vigil on Rebecca and Bobby and was talking with Dante Powers about the new basketball coach and the team's prospects. He realized that he had not seen the lovebirds for a while, and when Dante walked off to see someone else, Cal started scanning the beach for them. He was just starting to be concerned when Cheryl came running up to him, followed closely by Tessa....
Rebecca went home for dinner, and when she sat down at the table, everyone could see the static issuing from almost everywhere on her body. Elaine waited until everyone had finished, then asked "Honey, is there something you wanted to say?" "I want to stay overnight at Bobby's so I can help him in the morning," Rebecca said as rapidly as she could. "Help him with what?" Martin asked before Elaine could warn him to keep quiet. "Well, he has to stay lying straight - can't bend at...
At the hospital, Cheryl could see it in her mother's eyes. Darlene Carson had no idea what to do or what was going to happen, and it scared her to death. Armed with her new understanding, Cheryl laid everything out in simple, specific terms, seeing her mother's tension ease with every sentence. It was nice for Cheryl to see her analysis verified, but it was also disturbing to find this out about her mother. Cheryl could not help thinking how much better her home life might have been if she...
In the weeks since her return to the health club, Jeremy had given Darlene five massages. That they were much longer than the fifteen minutes offered on the coupons was never mentioned. She had worn the two-piece suit on the table every time, and he decided to make his move. "Darlene, you've got some tightness here that I can't get rid of with these short strokes. I need to move up and down your whole back." Without saying any more, Jeremy undid the clasp that held the suit top...
Cheryl really wanted to be there for the first part of Jeremy's humiliation, but she understood why it could not work out. As Rebecca drove them all from the airport, Cheryl felt that sense of unreality. It was the first time that she had been home in two months. Everything seemed so familiar, yet strange in a way. And she really was not home. This was just a quick drop-in. Nobody could understand why she was so adamant about being there tonight - well, Cal understood, and maybe her mom...
Cal and Cheryl were still cuddling, caressing, and talking when his normal workout time arrived. They dozed off for a few hours, and Cal was definitely groggy when they had to get up for her flight. She was just as lifeless until Robin showed up and explained that she was going with them. It was the biggest shot of energy that Cal had ever seen. Cheryl was absolutely ecstatic. Robin sat in the front seat of the plane with Bud. Several times when she looked back, Cheryl was grinning from ear...
It was late on a Saturday evening, and Cal was becoming concerned that Laura would never give up for the night. He had been hiding in her house for going on three hours, and boredom did not begin to describe what he had endured. At least on the many evenings spent in the blind, waiting for a chance to get some evidence, he could read, study, or talk to Cheryl part of the time. This was the night it had to happen. Two weeks of school had already passed, and he just could not spend any more...
Cal was too startled to say anything, which was probably fortunate. Jolie eventually reached the bed, where she stopped, giving a perfect imitation of a horror movie zombie. Her head turned back and forth mechanically as she repeatedly scanned her mother's exposed body. Far, far from being an innocent, Jolie was still stunned by whatever she had seen. Jolie's confusion gave Cal time to recover from his shock. "How long have you been watching?" he asked, assuming that his cousin would not...
Early Monday morning at his workout was Cal's first chance for some deep thought. Of course, there had been idle time on Sunday, but by dint of long habit, it was while exercising that he did his best concentration. The dominant thing on his mind was what his mother had done the night before. Even before he had gone to sleep, he had decided that he was not upset by it. Oh, it had been embarrassing at first, but her words and her expression had conveyed her true feelings - love and...
The loss of a defensive star like Vick Smaak could not help but affect the football team. There was a good program in the younger grades, though, and even if there was not a direct replacement for Vick, there was enough new talent to make the defense very strong. The offense that had been reshaped the previous year to make up for the loss of Greg and Brad hit it's stride right away. It was explosive and exciting to watch. The coaches decided that a gambling defense that stressed forcing big...
A few days before the volleyball tournament was to start, Coach Meinert caught Cal after basketball practice. "I got a call from a woman who really needs your help. I told her I would see if I could talk you into it." When Cal just showed a blank stare, Meinert said "I'll give you a clue: she's a coach." Still not seeing comprehension on Cal's face, he added "A volleyball coach." Seeing that Cal had finally caught on, Meinert laughed and said "Get your ass to Cheryl's first match....
The night Cal got back from Cheryl's tournament, Martin sat down with him as he was having a late snack. "While you were gone, the calls started." "Calls?" Cal asked. "From football coaches," Martin said with a grin. "They were all looking for a kicker." "Am I supposed to call back?" "I told them that you had already started at your chosen school," Martin answered. "I hope that was all right." "You maybe could have saved yourself a lot of money if one of them gave me a...
Where is the boundary between grief and hate? Between hate and insanity? Had any professional been aware of the importance of these questions in regard to Penelope Overland, she could have been the basis of a fascinating study. The fact that no one suspected anything deeper than the difficulty of recovering from the death of a child told a lot about Penelope's makeup. Genetically and culturally, she was imbued with some very strong traits. First of all, she was undeniably intelligent....
The Friday morning after Thanksgiving was not a common time for a wedding, but with the short notice, that was the best that Maddy had been able to schedule. She wanted it to be in her parents' church, and she knew that the traditional morning time would be most acceptable to her mother. She and Hector had tried very hard to do everything to please their parents, especially hers. They would not compromise on the timing, and they would use birth control. Outside of those givens, they would...
Finally something was going right! Nikolai, the team leader, had been completely frustrated as one thing after another kept one or more of his targets out of town. He had tried to see if two at a time wouldn't satisfy the client, but Viktor had been firm about it. All four of them in one place, bound, and in good condition - it was that or no payoff. There was no way the client was spending all of this money just to have a chat with the four kids, so what was the big deal about good...
Thad had always loved his parents' little lake house. It gave him such a pleasant change of pace from the city life he had to endure. (That's where his father worked because that's where the money was!) The post war couple that his parents were, coupled with the above median income level they enjoyed, gave Thad a little edge over other not-so-well-off city kids. Near a secluded lake in upstate New York, Thad's parents bought into a small development along with relatives on his mother's...
The Perfect Shave Joey was a social writer for the Huffington Post and it was her job to comment on advertisements shown on television. She often dissected their deceptions, half-truths, racist, sexist, etc characteristics. Advertising was a symptom of the culture but it also guided the culture sometimes towards regressive ends. It was here that the communications major could get through the noise and determine the advertiser's true purpose. Joey did not live alone in her modest...
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Sean and I dated for the next week or so and found out that we enjoyed one another's company. Sex was great with both of my new lovers and since we were have so much fun together it was an easy decision when Sean asked if I would move in with him and Max. I realized that I would quickly become a sex toy for the two of them. Still the prospect of having a lover that enjoyed my perversion as much as I did seemed like a match made in heaven so I jumped at the chance to move in with Sean and Max....
In my previous story I explained how the cuckold in me came to the fore after my wife admitted allowing my best friend to grope her tits.My thoughts now turned to wanting to watch my wife go further with another man. I found the thought of this both exciting and humiliating and wondered if, in real life, jealousy would take over if an opportunity arose,Well, I only had a few months to find out!We had a birthday night out. Our friends had arranged to stay with us overnight. My friend's wife was...
CuckoldHi ISS readers, I am Rahul, age 28 years, 5ft. 9 inch tall, well built, handsome guy from Mumbai. This is my 3rd posting, in the series THREE SISTERS, the 1st story & the 2nd have been well read & rated hot by the readers, I hope you all will also like this one. Having had several sexual encounters with Baby & Rupali I was habituated to have sex as and when I got an opportunity. Rupali had a big appetite and I was always ready to oblige her. The time she told me that she will be leaving the job...
Incest[Caution: this chapter contains consensual, nonconsensual, and violent sex.] The ache was intolerable. Everything hurt. Even — perhaps especially — her sore inner flesh. Bruised, battered, and violated, there was no specific focus to her misery, only the bitter totality of it. Voices surrounded her. Indistinct. Muttering. Care and fear were beyond her strength. Nor was there much purpose in either, as she still couldn’t move. Could not, in fact, do anything at all except suffer in...
Sally becomes a porn star by accidentThere are key moments in life which, when looked back on, change your direction and perspective completely.The seminar which Sally was contracted to cover certainly changed her life, but in the most unexpected way.Sally was a 24 year old free-lance journalist writing for magazines like Hello and FHM and occasional items for the local radio and newspapers when this story took place. Nottingham born in 1980, she was brought up since she was 12 years old by her...
You can see us, but you do not know where we are. You can hear us, but you do not know what we are. You can even speak with us, but you will not know who we are. We are an invisible empire, a secret kingdom, and we rule the world. PREVIOUSLY: Stanley's affair with Rosalind escalates until he includes his brother, Andrew, in the debauchery. This leads to domestic disharmony when Andrew's infidelity sullies an existing friendship Janet had with Andrew's ex-girlfriend's sister. This...
had been without sex for a long time. I went to the bar one evening & visited with some male friends, none of them had ever appealed to me. We lived in a very small town where everyone knows each other. Aside from the bartender, I was the only woman in the place. James came into the bar and started visiting with my friends. He worked in town and lived in another town. I was immediately attracted to him. I had never seen him before. We made eye contact and soon he was next to me at...
When Priya came home from her evening classes that day she sounded quite happy and excited. She told her me that she had made friends with a new girl in her class. Her name was Jenny. Priya said that Jenny was a really sweet girl and they even went to have a coffee. I was really happy for Priya as she had finally found a friend in her class.Priya was like any other typical Indian housewife settled in US. She was incredibly beautiful and sexy lady but just like any Indian wife she was quite...