Team Spirit: Part 5

Team Spirit: Part 5 of 7

Heading toward finals.

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

If it matters, make it count.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor told me yet again as she did absolutely every lab.

"I have I ever told you how lovely your eyes look when fired by unmitigated hate?" I answered.

"No, that is a new one," she growled. I took my failed results and went back to my lab partner Barney. He shook his head wondering why I kept going back for the punishment.

When we finally turned in the proper answers that met her exacting specifications Eleanor intensely met my eyes.

"Can you come by my place tonight at eight?" she whispered. I nodded. I was afraid I knew what this was about.

At eight I showed up at her little apartment and knocked on the door. I heard some rustling inside and when the door opened it was clear that Eleanor had run over her roommate with the short black hair to there first.

"Hey Craig, come on in!" she panted. Eleanor virtually dragged me inside.

"Hey," I managed to get out to her roommates before she led me upstairs and into her room.

"Ah, Eleanor?" I wondered.

"Quick, get out of your clothes," she said hurriedly. She was already stripping out of her own. I started doing the same. Before I was finished she was already under the covers staring at me.

"Eleanor did you invite me over here solely so we could have sex?" I inquired. She thought about it for a moment.

"Yes."

"I'm your Booty Call?" I sounded confused. She hesitated and had the heart to sound embarrassed.

"Yes."

"What do you do if I walk out that door?" I threatened. She looked hurt and a bit shocked at what she'd done.

"I don't know," she said weakly. I regarded her cautiously before my next statement.

"Good thing you are not going to have to find out," I grinned. "Now scoot over."

She did that quickly and I went under the covers and into her arms. I rolled on top of her began savagely kissing her. She began making that little warbling noise she made when she was sexually excited. My hand slid down her body making gentle feelers.

"Mmmm," she purred without me going for the classical tits and ass erogenous zones.

This woman was a lot of fun for a man who liked to use touch to excite. I moved my kisses down to her neck, shoulder and the earlobe, which got her more turned on.

"Craig, I want to do it," she groaned. Eleanor was a virgin and had been pretty adamant about staying that way.

"That will cost you dinner," I teased as I ran my hand along the swell of her hips and belly.

"Bastard," she gasped. I punished her for that by going back to her vulnerable earlobe. She was soon writhing in my gasps and crying out. The second I ran two fingers along her vulnerable virgin slit she came.

"Oh Craig!" she shouted. I now decided to show off and began to seriously working her over. My thumb and finger worked over her cunt while my other hand tweaked her breast and my lips ghosted over everything from chest to eyelids. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and her breath was coming in ragged rasps.

"Please," she begged.

"No way," I gloated and she mewled like a kitten. "I'm going to make you come and come," and I did. After the third mighty spasm I had mercy. She had soaked the bed with her sweat the sheets were totally messed up where her fists had clenched them in to balls.

"I can't walk," she groaned but I realized there was a fatigued smile etched on her face.

"But are you happy?" I suggested.

"Desperately happy ... are we going to do this again?" she hoped.

"Not tonight Doctor. You've had thee orgasms in one hour and you need a rest, but maybe tomorrow," I instructed.

With much effort she pushed herself on top of me and soaked up my energy.

"I have to go; PT at six a.m.," I explained.

"I'll miss you," she whispered somewhat fearfully.

"I'll miss you too," I assured her. "Not that I've been with all that many woman -- okay three -- but you are super-energetic and very exciting to be with."

"Even if I'm small?" she worried.

"If you were bigger could I do this," I teased as I pulled her up and sucked her whole breast into my mouth. Eleanor gasped and pulled on my hair.

"I suppose not," she moaned happily. She made a disappointed little sigh when I released my mouth lock.

"I have to be working out in the morning," I reminded her.

"Okay," she allowed as she rolled off to the side. I hurriedly got dressed and 'forgot' to put on my shirt as I pulled on my hoodie and made for the door.

"Tomorrow I can make it around ten thirty," I told her

"I'll make the time," she smiled. I headed out the door and found all three women working on their computers when I came down. They all stole glances at me. I went over and fixed myself a glass of water, drank it and headed for the door.

"Three?" the short-haired girl teased.

"I'm Craig; you are?" I extended my hand.

"Denise," she answered and shook it. She had a good grasp.

"Yes three, but then she had mercy on me and released me to go home. I swear you grad students are pent up sexual volcanoes," I grinned.

The girls exchanged glances unsure how much I jested. I took that moment to make my leave. My knee was still hurting and it was a long way back to the dorm. Once there I found that Jesse had the 'warning' mark out, indicating he had company in the room, so I made myself comfortable in the common area and finished studying to well past midnight. Practice in the morning sucked.

(Tuesday)

I dragged my way through classes and opted for a nap instead of lunch to put a few more hours of sleeplessness behind me. I snacked on energy bars between classes and met up with Jamie and Emily for a study session around dinner time. Around nine I made my excuses to my friends, worked out at the sports facility for an hour, showered and went to Eleanor's.

This time the red-head Tammie answered the door. She gave me a friendly smile then called over her shoulder to the room in general.

"Eleanor, your Jackhammer is here!" Followed by looking back to me and said "Come on in Craig."

"You know I'm a sensitive guy with feelings," I joked with her as I entered. I put my book bag at by the door and took off my jacket.

"What would you prefer?" she answered.

"Love Doctor ... no wait; Passion Piston," I puffed out my chest. She patted me on the ass and chuckled.

Before the conversation could continue Eleanor came racing to the top of the stairs, wearing my shirt I'd left for her and drying her hair. The general idea I thought we all had was that she had nothing on underneath the shirt either. I took the stair two at a time and Eleanor giggled and raced for her room.

I kissed her in the middle of the room and ran my hands over her back and ass.

"Thanks for the shirt; it smells of you," she smiled appreciatively. I stuck me face into her hair and neck.

"Let me get the smell of you," I responded. She sighed. I began working off my hoodie. When she started to take off her shirt I stopped her. She looked at me curiously.

When I was naked I moved up to Eleanor and slowly pulled her shirt up. I knelt down and kissed her stomach when it became revealed. I slowly moved the shirt up kissing my way with it; each breasts getting each own tongue twirl. When I got her shirt off she was vibrating with sexual tension.

"I want to do it," she gasped. I nodded because I wasn't sure what to say when agreeing to be a woman's first. "I have rubbers." So did I but I didn't feel that saying it was appropriate at that moment. She opened the drawer and handed me a box.

"Extra Large," I noted. "Why does everyone get Extra Large? Are we all supposed to have tree trunks between our thighs?" I groaned.

"You can't use them," Eleanor sounded disappointed.

"No, all guys get Extra Large so it is a pretty much catch all. I'll do just fine, but I still like to bitch about it."

"Well quick, put it on!" she urged. Man she was hungry for sex so I ripped the condom rapper and rolled it on.

I led her into bed and put her beneath me. She was clearly terrified so I developed a plan. I gently caressed her body but that didn't help, but this part of the plan wasn't supposed to. When I could see panic about to overwhelm her I made my move. I tickled her under her arms. Eleanor jumped.

"What are you ...' she then lost the ability to speak except with giggles. "No," she gasped.

I wouldn't relent. Soon she was laughed and thrashing about the bed unable to escape my greater strength and fast hands.

"Please," she begged between hiccups. I had maneuvered her so that we were spooning. Only when I rocked my hips forward and up a bit did she realize; I was about to enter her.

She tensed up slightly so I tickled her again.

"I'll be good," she giggled. I actually slipped inside and she whimpered. Damn she had a tight vagina but then she was as small woman. I had one hand underneath her and was groping her breast. My free hand teased her ear, neck, ribs, and waist.

Eleanor pushed down slightly and tensed.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"I want to do this," she moaned, part ecstasy, part pain. All I could think that when this woman set her mind to do something she was determined.

We began to push in and withdraw incrementally until I felt we had reached that critical point.

"Hang on," I warned her. She nodded and I then pushed.

"Ow," she cried softly then sobbed with her back pressed against me.

I held her tightly. She kept trembling until I pushed in a little deeper. She gasped, but I pressed a little more before withdrawing. I pulled back a little more then I felt her push down.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Yes, for a minute. Let me adjust. I hear that makes it feel better," Eleanor answered. A little while later she pushed down again and I began rocking my hips for her. I also began moving my hands over her body and her painful trembles became ones of pleasure.

"Craig, yes yes," she panted. I few more pumps and a stroke over her lower stomach and she screamed out "Fuck yeah!" which was the first curse word I could recall her saying.

After she came down, I kept my free arm draped over her for a bit.

"How about we lay here for a while," I suggested. From my experiences with my first girl, Jamie, Eleanor would be sore and uncomfortable with sex.

"That would be nice," she murmured and snuggled in against me.

We remained spooned until she asked me a question about cellular mitosis. I thought about it before answering. She turned over and looked into my eyes. The next few questions were more difficult and I began wondering what it was she was getting at. I began answering with 'I'm not sure,' which didn't seem to bother her at all. I finally had to ask,

"What is this about?"

"Just checking that you loved Biology," she sighed.

"You are a graduate student Eleanor. I can't hope to compete," I complained.

"I'm checking to see if I'll see you next semester," she responded quietly.

"Planning on dragging me back to your place every night and having your way with me?" I teased.

"Pretty much yes," she countered playfully.

"We don't have to have classes together for this to happen," I told her.

"I find the thought of you beneath to be exciting," she grinned sheepishly; women.

"This is it for a week," I informed Eleanor.

"Fall Break," she sighed.

"I'll be back on Wednesday for training for the game," I hinted.

"We need to talk about your finals," she smiled.

"Emily will be back with me and Jamie is coming back on Friday," I told her.

"Monday week," she asked hopefully.

"Crap Eleanor, are you trying to kill me?" I grinned.

"Consider it a biology experiment," she suggested.

"On that note I'm heading out," I made an exaggerated sigh. I slipped out of bed, disposed of the rubber and began getting dressed. Again Eleanor sat back and watched as if not sure what to make of me or if I was even real. When I was about done she took hold of my arm.

"I'll see you home."

"I'll see you downstairs," I responded. She began putting a shirt and pants on while I made my way to the common area.

"Hey Stud," Denise said. I laughed.

"I hate to bust my Macho Mystique, but I'm afraid this is more a case that Eleanor is dynamite in bed."

That made Tammie, Denise, and the tall woman all exchange looks yet again.

"We won't tell anyone," Denise joked.

"It is always the quiet ones," Tammie smiled.

"So you had nothing to do with it?" the tall one added.

"I won't go that far," I suggested at which point Eleanor came pounding down the stairs. She took me by the shoulder and headed me toward the door. Two coats and a car later Eleanor turned and kissed me passionately.

"Huh?"

"That's for the 'dynamite' bit," she chortled happily; girls and eavesdropping.

(Friday)

Jamie and I were going over out midterm scores when Emily and Amber came walking up. We were all riding home together which was going to be a bit awkward. It actually turned out better than expected. Amber and I exchanged maybe twenty words, but they were civil. Emily and Jamie kept the conversation going.

We all agreed to meet up at the high school game after I dropped everyone off. It was good to see Mom at home, but then it was good to see Mom at all the way work jerked her around. I hadn't been at home more than an hour before Jamie called me to come get her. I made my quick good-byes and drove over.

"Shit Craig, I forgot how much I hated this place," was how Jamie greeted me. Her dad was still at work and all the people she knew and cared about had gone to school with her.

"Emily's family is going to want her to hang around until game time so I guess it is you and me for now. Is there any place you want to go?" I asked as we went down to the basement.

Jamie flopped down on the sofa.

"Craig, promise me we won't drift apart," she asked.

"What's got you in this mood Jamie?" I responded.

"You and Amber; I want you and me to always remain close Craig. I've felt that about you for some time but I wanted you to know it." I sat down and wrapped an arm around her.

"It is a deal Jamie. No matter what happens we will always be friends and not just friends, but best friends," I assured her.

"What about Emily?" she sighed as she leaned into my shoulder.

"I can't say for sure. You were Emily's first and I believe you are her favorite. You've been there for her twice and Emily isn't someone who would throw that away," I said.

"She almost did when we first showed up," she pointed out.

"She's allowed a freshman infatuation Jamie and that is all that relationship was. Some hot girl came on to her publically and she lost her head. Can you forgive her?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah I can. It hurt though thinking that she was gone from my life," Jamie confided.

"Were you ever afraid you lost me?" I inquired.

"You? No, I know I have you whipped," she grinned up at me.

"Jamie, have I ever told you what a wonderful bump you give to my self-esteem?" I smiled back at her.

"No," she answered.

"Well, with comments like that I'm not likely to," I joked.

"Honey, your happiness is nice, but all I really need is for you to sex me up on demand," she cooed.

"I refer to my earlier comment on self-esteem," I groused. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Our hand met and our fingers intertwined. This was play, not sex and it was really good to be free of all those kinds of pressures. Jamie parted our kiss and gave a coquettish grin,

"Does it make you feel better to know I want you?"

"Indeed Jamie, from the first day I met you," I answered.

"Are you trying to get lucky?" she teased.

"No, I'm trying to be honest," I replied and she reacted by hugging me and then kissing me on the neck. We played around until Emily called us and said her entire family was heading over to the game.

Quantrill and Gina met Jamie and I in the stands and after some urging, we two guys went down to the field to talk with the team. The coach varied between ignoring me and sending hate my way. He wasn't my problem anymore. Not only had Quantrill and I gone on to college, five of our teammates had gone on as well. We swapped stories with each other and with the guys who had taken our place.

It was easy to talk with the former-juniors, now seniors, who had been on the team the year before. For the rest, it was a strange mix of awe and envy. We veterans had won Regionals, while this year we were struggling to win the conference. Mostly it was good. Their quarterback was Lynn Puller, a hard working junior with a willingness to run the ball. We liked each other on the spot. It was freaking weird to have anyone tell me he 'admired me'. I was nineteen!

The tough moment came when I caught Emily and Amber down with the cheerleaders. The girls were doing pretty much what Mark and I were doing; catching up with old friends. Amber gave me an odd look but didn't say anything. When the game started we got off the field and back with our families; Jamie and me were family. We watched the team beat Panther Hill, but it was strange to be on the outside since I'd only come to town my senior year. Jamie insisted I wasn't missing anything.

(Week Nine)

Jamie and I agreed that we would spend Saturday with our individual parents. At noon Jamie gave me a call and told me that she was going crazy and that I needed to save her. I told her to suck it up, they were our parents and we should give them a chance. Fifteen minutes later Jamie told me that if I came over she would have sex with me. What followed went like this:

"Mom, I'm going over to Jamie's."

"Craig, are you sure we can't spend some more time together (watching TV)?" Mom said.

"Mom, if I get over there right now I can have sex," I responded. Mom laughed.

"Okay dear, have fun," she joked, clearly believing for some strange reason that I'm still a virgin.

I knocked on the door to Jamie's house once and came in.

"Hey Mr. Watts," I called out. I figured Jamie's dad was in his man-cave so Jamie would be in her room. I pounded up the stairs without hearing his reply. Her door was open so I swept in and shut the door behind me.

"I shouldn't have come home," she let into me, clearly frustrated. She was sitting on her stomach on her bed, legs kicked up in the air and looking at her laptop. I wanted to sit beside her, but took off my jacket and sat on the floor in front of her instead, cross legged.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Dad tried to have a conversation with me Craig, and I wanted to cry. We have nothing in common. Since mom left, we've had nothing and now it hurts, Okay!" she blurted out.

"I'll make arrangements for Winter Break," was the only thing I could think of to say. Jamie didn't want platitudes; she wanted some sort of action.

"What?" she looked down at me hopefully.

"Freshmen have to live in their dorms first semester, but not the second. We go out and find a place we can afford with our scholarships and whatever our parents can kick in," I suggested.

Jamie closed her laptop, crawled off the bed all snake-like and kissed me.

"You really think we can pull this off?" she murmured.

"I get a decent housing allowance," I confessed, "and I think we could swing Emily over too. If we add Mark, that's rent four ways and you know I can cover you if you are a little short."

"I'll make it up in trade," she purred. I pulled her on top of me as I fell back.

"That's good because right now I want to fuck your brains out," I growled hungrily.

"Craig," she whispered, "you say the sweetest things." She pushed up on my chest and when she straddled me lifted her shirt off. Ah, no bra and wonderful breasts and nipples already were getting hard. As I reached up for them she pushed my hands back down and shook her head.

She reached down and began pulling my shirt up and over my head. When she had my hands bound over my head she reached down and kissed me, finishing up by biting my lower lip. She worked her way down, tongue and teeth to my nipples and began working me over well.

"Fuck! Jamie, that hurts," I cried out.

"It's supposed to," she giggled. I freed my hands and took hold of her shoulders.

"I'm not on the menu," I insisted. She growled seductively and her eyes lit up on fire. She stood up and began pulling off her jeans then panties. I followed suit, kicking off my shoes then wiggling out of my own pants and underwear.

"Let's get on the bed," I suggested.

"I want to do it on the floor," she responded.

I came back with, "It's cold."

"I'm going to be on top," she grinned. It is hard to argue with that logic. Jamie walked over me, turned around and sat on my face, looking down my body. She was always doing this to me.

I focused my tongue into a funnel and used it to poke along her vaginal slit up and down. Her moan was lost in my own as she started taking my penis head into her mouth, her tongue doing its own masterful work on my slit. I pushed her legs farther apart so I could slip one arm beneath her and made my way to her breast while my other started rubbing along the bottom of her pussy and getting her really wet.

By now she was running her free hand from my balls and back to my shaft in a gentle stroking motion. By painful experience we knew that yanking on my balls has an undesirable effect; mainly that I started to cry. When she got wet, I started using my finger to draw a wet line from her vagina to her anus which earned me a playful wiggle.

I was getting to the point she loved, my finger pressing against her ass when she stopped sucking.

"Wait," she told me. She pulled herself up and turned around.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She smiled.

"I'm doing what you like to do for once Stupid," she smiled down at me. She positioned herself over my cock and slowly lowered down on it. Man, it felt good. I put my hands on her hips as she began to go up and down. I liked it soft, loving and easy; I'm romantic that way.

"Thanks," I groaned graciously. She stretched her arms over her head and I understood the implication. I moved my hands up to her breasts and rubbing them.

I licked my fingers and went back to her nipples. Apparently she liked that because Jamie picked up her pace. I pulled on those nipples until was forced to fall forward because of the pain. She was moaning and grinning like a maniac as she did though. When I got her low enough, I raised my head to the point I could start sucking on a nipple while pulling and teasing the other.

With my free hand I went back around her hip to her ass and down to her ass.

"No you don't," she moaned so I bit into her nipple until she whimpered. If I could have my fun so could she. My finger found her puckered hole and she tried to wiggle her hips away.

"Don't," she whimpered.

"Are you my little slut?" I teased. She shook her head negatively. I chewed on her nipple until she cried out. While she was distracted, I moved up my finger pressure until I slipped in.

"Fuck you," she panted. "I wanted to do it your way."

"I know, and that made me all the more hot for you Jamie," I whispered to her. Now she was really riding me hard.

Jamie arched her body and pulled mine up until she could grab my head. She brought our mouths together and sucked in all my breath. She shivered then screamed into me. I felt like my lungs would burst from her outpouring of breath. She flooded my lap as well, but I didn't mind because the way her vagina tightened when she squirted was just fantastic.

Our mutual experience now began to show through because Jamie didn't let up. To the best of her ability Jamie rode me until I felt myself tighten and then it was my turn to scream into Jamie's lungs. Her hands held onto my head with desperate strength that reminded me of the passion we felt for each other. In less poetic terms; it was fucking great.

"This never gets old," Jamie panted down at me as she seared me with her gaze.

"If you keep doing that to me it won't get old because you'll kill me," I giggled unlike a real man.

"Don't be such a baby," she murmured. I kept rubbing her back and ass.

I felt myself still stirring within her but another noise disturbed us. Jamie's stomach rumbled. Sometimes Jamie forgets to eat.

"Let's get cleaned up and some food," I suggested.

"Waffle Shack," she sighed. "I want to get out of the house."

Twenty minutes later we've arrived at our favorite high school hangout and the manager recognized us. He started laughing and giving me shit; seems he was a Central fan, but he also gave both of us a free meal for old time's sake. Jamie warned me to check for food poisoning. She trusted the guy, but he was a Central fan and I was State.

(Wednesday)

Jamie, Emily, and I packed up and are reading to head out when I get a call from of all people; Amber.

"Craig, have you hit the road yet?" she asked.

"No, you want us to come pick you up?" I responded. Amber's Dad was bringing her up on Friday, but I had this feeling that something is not right. There was a pause.

"Could you? I want to get back today," she told me.

"I'll be at your place in ten minutes if that's okay with you," I informed her.

"I'll be ready and ... thanks Craig," she said before hanging up.

"Gang, we are going to pick up Amber," I spread the word to the other two women.

When we got to Amber's she looked terribly serious and conversations got nowhere fast. It was a two hour trip but ten minutes out Amber suddenly unloaded.

"Jack kept coming around, that loser," she growled.

"Someone told him you and Craig broke up," Jamie sighed.

"He's working with his uncle at the auto parts place and thinks he's got a good job. He was telling me what a jerk you were, Craig, and how we should get back together. I couldn't take it anymore, especially since my dad sees it the same way. Dad never liked the four of us hanging around anyway," Amber let loose. Emily bit her lip.

"He's also been spending some time with Gina," Emily said softly.

"Does Mark know?" Jamie asks.

"I wasn't sure how to handle that," Emily admitted.

"We make sure one of us calls Gina every night and that Mark calls her every other night," I said. "There is no way we are leaving her vulnerable to that asshole. He'll hurt her again."

"We also arrange for Gina to make trips up here every other weekend," Jamie added.

"Craig, Mark and I can get her game tickets too," Emily pointed out.

"Let's make those arrangements when we finish unloading," Amber insisted. Suddenly we were four friends working together again.

"Emily and Amber; Jamie and I are looking to get an apartment next semester," I stated. "Would either one of you be interested in joining in? We could pool our money and get a better place." Emily was thinking about it but Amber surprised me.

"I'm in. I hate dorm life," she declared. "I can put up $450 a month."

I know I don't have Amber back, but knowing that she doesn't hate me was a great burden off my mind.

"We could get Mark as well and that would mean Gina would have friend when she comes up," I said. That got a round of nods. "Hell, we could float it past Mark first, but maybe we could get Gina up full time too. She can get an actual job around campus and get more than she's doing back home," I suggested.

"Then I'm in too," Emily declared. "With six people we can get a really nice place and not some dump." With that we had a plan. Mark took a little convincing; after all he was still a teenage boy on a campus with a 50/50 guy/girl ratio. But he also knew that Jack was sniffing around and the worry wasn't so much that Gina would fall for him as that he might try to do again what he'd done to her last year, still thinking he'd get away with it.

Gina couldn't say yes fast enough. She hated her job, hated living with her mother, and was afraid of Jack and what he might do as well. Plus she loved Mark and the idea of having him around all the time was something she found to be very attractive ... being a teenage girl and all. Amber and Jamie decided to go house hunting the next day while Mark, Emily and I were preparing for the game versus Gideon.

Workouts were murder after a half-week off. Mark and I took turns in the hot tub and getting rub downs like everyone else. After Thursday's practice I went by Eleanor's Bat Cave to see how she was doing. She looked very surprised to see me. She was even more surprised by my kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Do I need an excuse?" I responded. She thought about that then shook her head. "Just wanted to say 'hey' and now I have to go again. Catch you later Eleanor."

When I got back to the dorm I had a message to meet up with the girls so I crawled my tired ass to the local yogurt place and joined the trio.

"We have started working on the problem; we have a realtor," Jamie smiled.

"How much is this going to cost us?" I asked.

"They work on commission dummy," Amber taunted me.

"How much is our budget?" Emily asked. This caused Amber and Jamie to exchange a glance.

"$2500," Jamie grimaced. I sighed because it could have been worse.

"I think we can swing that," Emily approved. Jamie and Amber grinned. It was a start and somehow I hoped we could find a way to make it work. I was unsure how Jamie would make up her share, but I was damn sure I'd find a way to help.

(Week Ten)

The last play of the game against Gideon didn't make too much sense for me, but the coach called it and I dutifully put it into action. We swung right and punched it for a five yard gain. I was feeling less than enthused until one of my linemen grabbed me and pointed to the scoreboard. There it has my name and my stats for the game: Passing 125; Rushing 101. Now I was damn happy too but not for the reason most would be thinking; I was thanking my coach for the opportunity.

This time we made the booster party, Jamie, Emily and I. Half the team was there, most of the cheerleaders and dozens of upperclassmen I had seen once or twice. Things were wild; there was too much alcohol, a large indoor pool and ... bedrooms. I quickly got dragooned by some of my teammates for some of pleasant male bonding rituals that made school swell -- funnel drinking, jello shots with nubile co-eds, and an outdoor waterslide in the freaking cold!

I was trying to put my head back on as well as my clothes when my body informed me it was time to pee. The first floor bathrooms looked stacked so I found my way upstairs. Outside what had been described to me as the second story bathroom I found Emily with three other girls. They had her up against the wall and were kissing and fondling her. I had to take a moment to watch, and then I realized two of them were her ex and her ex's current girlfriend.

Emily turned to me saying,

"Craig," and I knew that wasn't a tone of surprise, greeting, or pleasure ... it was a cry for help. I came storming up to the three girls and the closest one turned to confront me. She looked at me and sneered.

"We haven't finished playing with her," she chuckled, daring me to do something.

"She's going home with me now," I responded meeting her condescension with some real anger of my own. When I reached past her to Emily; she knocked my arm aside and pushed me. That was all it took. I pushed her back so hard she collided with the girl beside her and they both went down.

With the way Emily looked at me right then I was reminded how delicious she could be; beautiful, majestic, and pure. I grabbed her hand and we made our way downstairs. Finding Jamie wasn't too difficult; she was dancing with two of my teammates in her wild, unpredictable, and somewhat uncoordinated style.

I took her hand, she took one look and myself and Emily and nodded. The three other cheerleaders caught us at the door, two of them brandishing pepper spray. I had never been hit by pepper spray and I would have been happy to never have the experience. I saw them coming for Emily and I so I turned around, crouched and shielded her with my body. I had no idea how much protection that would offer.

They had no idea what Jamie got like when she was pissed. She tackled Emily's ex like a pro. The ex's current turned to do something so I smacked the spray cylinder from her hands. I then grabbed that girl's shirt and propelled her into the third girl pushing the two aside.

"Don't move," I threatened them.

I reached down and with one hand I pulled Jamie up by her belt. She was still screaming, kicking, and scratching. Jamie was so crazy that I had put her on my shoulder to get her out of there with Emily right on my heels. I was getting into the car when Crazy Bitch number one came up screaming at me.

"This isn't over scumbag," she cried out. I walked toward her, fists clenched.

"Don't make me forget how I was taught to not punch a girl. Had you been a group of guys, I'd have thrown you out the second story window. Touch her again I'll throw you off the fucking water tower," I promised them. She met my glare.

"I get what I want," she snapped.

"Well, I guess we have a problem because so do I," I shot right back.

"This isn't over," she repeated.

"I'm willing to dish out as much pain as you're willing to ask for," I growled back.

"Craig, let's go," Emily called out from the car. "I can't hold Jamie back much longer." I snorted. If Jamie got out of the car there would be a full-blown melee. I backed up to the car, got in and left. I had not traveled three minutes before Jamie was on the phone talking to Amber. We 'agreed' to meet up at Jamie's place.

Amber was there to meet us looking a little groggy; it was late after all. We trekked up to Jamie's room and I figured we would talk about it, do a little cuddling and make some plans for meeting in the morning. Jamie derailed that right off the bat. She grabbed the comforters off of both beds and arranged them on the floor.

"What about your roommate?" I questioned.

"Oh, I drew pentagrams on the walls and told them I was a Satanist. They were gone before I returned from classes the next day," she informed me. "Now everyone get their clothes off." Jamie could have the sensitivity of a bulldozer. I looked to Amber who looked back at me.

"Jamie I'm not sure that ..." and I noticed Emily smiling at Jamie and sensually peeling off her clothes. Jamie was the smartest one of us too. Amber and I peeked at each other than got naked as well. Man it was good to see Amber's body in all its glory again, especially because I thought it would never happen.

Jamie quickly had Emily sitting with her back to the bed while Jamie worked feverishly between her legs. Emily was undulating and moaning. Amber reached out to her and Emily drew her to her, letting her legs straddle her face. Now it was Emily's turn to taste Amber's nectar. She gripped Amber's buttocks and started licking deeply but steadily.

I opted to kneel beside Emily and start licking her closest nipple while gently rubbing her other one. She thrust her chest up to me so I picked up the intensity of my attention. As I switched nipples and worked a hand down to caress Emily's pelvic region and run my fingers through Jamie's hair. She looked up quickly, lips sticky with Emily's juices, and grinned before returning to her exciting action.

Emily stretched and cried out as she bent her head away from Amber's muff.

"Jamie!" she exulted with passion. Emily didn't let go of Amber though and soon went back to Amber's pleasure center. Amber wasted little time moaning and running her hands over Emily's head and pushing her deeper.

About this time something occurred to me; instead of having too many guys' dreams of breaking in a lesbian with my throbbing cock of manliness, I realized I'd been broken in by a lesbian. It was kind of fun actually. As long as I behaved like a gal I was okay. All I had to do was keep my penis out of the way or at least keep it from ruining the moment for Emily.

Jamie touched my hand and motioned me down. We switched up, pushed her legs up and apart and I began delving into Emily's wetness. I chose to alternate between fingers and tongue and by the way her thighs started to shake I was getting somewhere.

"Jamie," Emily panted.

"That's Craig," Jamie giggled. Without missing a beat,

"Craig," Emily panted yet again. Jamie began working over Emily's breasts being a lot more vigorous. Jamie liked biting a bit more than I did.

"Ah, ah, ah ..." Amber gasped. She bent back like a bow and grabbed two handfuls of Emily's hair, "ah Fuck!"

Amber wobbled aside and sat on the bed breathing heavily. Jamie sat up and began kissing Emily and licking Amber's fluids off her face. Her fingers kept twisting and pulling on Emily's nipples. Emily's thighs began really humming and then she climaxed again. Emily kept kissing Jamie for almost a minute before Emily pushed her back.

Emily kept pushing Jamie back until she accessed her breasts and began returning the treatment Jamie had been administrating. Jamie fell back until Emily was on top. She showered Jamie with kisses before working down her breastbone and stomach. Jamie stroked Emily's face and ear until Emily slipped between her thighs.

Emily had her legs folded beneath her as she began twirling her tongue into Jamie. I could tell Emily was on a slow burn. Jamie lay back and enjoyed it; Emily having explored Jamie in this way longer than anyone else. I reached around and began touching Emily's side and hip. She sighed contentedly so I reached around father to her back and ass.

She wiggled slightly in encouragement. I had to smile at how far our relationship had progressed that Emily would trust me with her pleasure. I stroked around her ass and thigh until I touched the back of her vagina and Emily moaned. I slipped a finger in and Emily pushed against me. I pushed a second finger in and begin to pump deeper.

I slipped my thumb in and slipped my first to fingers to sandwich her protruding clitoris. I was twisting and rubbing it back and forth enjoying the silky feel of her in her hand.

"Slow down," Emily pleaded. I slowed my pace into a feather-light touch and she press receptively against me. See, I was being a good boy.

Jamie's orgasm came suddenly as Emily caught her off-guard with something that caused her to jump. Emily slurped like a madwoman as Jamie twisted around on the comforters.

"I'm okay," Emily smiled back at me. I pulled my hand back and she sat up. She pulled me around so that we could kiss.

"Best ... friend ... ever," she said approvingly.

"What about me?" Jamie panted.

"Or me?" teased Amber.

"You are my lovers," Emily answered which seemed to be a good enough for those two ladies.

(Monday)

Between the return to classes, training, and study groups I ended up at Eleanor's pretty exhausted.

"You seem to be somewhere else," Eleanor commented.

"Sorry Eleanor, I'm just really tired right now," I apologized.

"You didn't have to come over," she told me.

"I wanted to come over. I like it here and I like you," I responded. She looked at me for a moment then came across with this uniquely womanly smile. She wiggled her way up my body and pressed my head against her chest.

"Get some sleep," she murmured.

"That's not fair to you," I protested.

"It is fairer than you know," she said in a comforting voice. "Now go to sleep." I curled into Eleanor, nestled my head on her breastbone, and was out like a light.

It was five o'clock when the alarm went off. Eleanor crawled over me and cut it off.

"You have to get to PT," she yawned.

"Don't you want me to ..." I said. She stroked my hair from front to back.

"Last night was fantastic," she purred. I was starting to wonder what my body had done without my knowledge. Seeing my confusion, she added, "I've never had a guy besides you want to spend time with me, much less choose to hang out with me for nothing more than companionship Craig. For you it may come easy, but for me it was special."

"I keep telling you," I grinned, "if find you to be wonderful." Her eyes glowed.

"You need to get going before I decide to take you up on the offer and you end up being late," she teased. "By the way, I loved the 'your touch makes me feel electric' comment during labs."

"Barney is sure that you give me some sort of wasting disease before finals," I chuckled. Eleanor laughed to. I got up, dressed and made my way across campus in the pre-dawn light.

(Thursday)

Jamie came limping into the evening study session with Emily and me. Someone had done a number on her. We both jumped up to her and helped her sit down.

"What the hell?" I asked. Emily nodded.

"Those three dykes from the party decided to have a little talk with me," Jamie winced.

"Oh God," Emily cried, "I'm so sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about Emily," Jamie's grin caused her split lip to make her wince. "I told them I didn't talk to people with IQs smaller than their cup size. Apparently they don't like my sense of humor."

"Jamie, don't you worry about this," I assured her.

"Be careful," Emily cautioned. "They could cause you trouble."

"I warned them," I stated. Emily looked to Jamie for support.

"I want him to kick their asses," Jamie growled. Now all I had to do was wait for tomorrow's practice.

(Friday)

It was a full-gear practice and I was on the field when the cheer squad came down. I waited for my moment so when I finally got to the sidelines I made a b-line straight for Bitch One. She smiled wickedly at me and set herself for my attack. As I closed in more and more people began to notice what was going on.

"Bitch!" I snarled as I came in. Right about then the Bitch's foot connected with my head. Somehow I'd missed the fact that this woman had some martial arts training and I was paying the price. She kicked at me again but I was able to shift my thigh to avoid her breaking my nuts. She punched twice and I got up my arms to defend myself. I figured I was facing total humiliation.

"You are going to be the bitch," she gloated. I staggered back and go my bearings. Right off the bat I realized she'd reset her stance to the same spot she'd started out in. I knew rote when I saw it; football teaches you how to read opponents. I figured out what I was going to do.

"Your mistake bitch was stopping to talk," I growled.

I came at her in the same old way and she kicked in the same old way. This time I rolled past it and pushed. She took a moment to get her footing and I punched her right between the eyes. She staggered and fell; at which point about a dozen hands grabbed me and dragged me away. I end up in front of the coach. He looked disappointed.

"Is there anything I say to help you understand what just happened," I sighed.

"Three cheerleaders beat up one of your girlfriends," he said in a calm voice. "If you want to stay on this team; such actions will never happen again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal clear," I nodded sadly. The coach motioned the others to give us some space.

"You have real talent and a good head for the game. You can go far if you learn to control your temper. Now you have to find another way to handle this problem that doesn't involve you punching out a cheerleader on YouTube," he pointed out.

"Crap," I groaned. Sure enough I gained a whole new kind of popularity.

(Week Eleven)

The game with White River was almost a picture perfect execution of the game of football. Morgan threw for four hundred yard. I came in during the last of the fourth and doove in for another TD. We won it 35-7 and the resultant celebration was pretty popular. This time Amber agreed to fly wingman for Emily. Jamie insisted she could go it alone.

The girls should have worried about it; the cheerleaders came for me.

"Hey ladies," I said cautiously. The moved to block me in but at least I had the pleasure of seeing the lead bitch had two black eyes.

"Let's finish what we started," she snapped.

"No thanks," I grinned. "The coach doesn't want me beating up the mentally handicapped." Bitch One came up and pushed me. "If keep feeling me up like this we should at least exchange names. Hi, I'm Craig."

"Mercedes," the chief bitch said. She got right in my face.

I looked past her to the other two members of the posse.

"Shelly," said one; "Leigh," said the third one.

"Ladies, I'm not going to fight you so I guess we are done," I told them. I moved to back away when Mercedes smacked the hell out of me.

"I said we are going to finish what we started," Mercedes growled.

"How about we not," I joked and I got slapped again. It was hard to stop the tears welling up in my eyes.

"What; not man enough to fight me when your teammates aren't around to save your ass?" she taunted me.

Though my teammates had been the ones who had stopped me form stomping her flat, I elected not to tell her this. She was irrational enough as it was. The coach said I had to find alternate forms of conflict resolution so I tried something new yet time-tested. I stepped right into her face; she didn't back down a step so I made my move.

I wrapped my arms around her tilted her off balance until I dipped her and then I kissed her. At first she struggled, her teeth closed and her hands pressing against me. My whole plan was based on her being at least lesbian/bi-curious if not downright bisexual. I was about to give up hope of anything but running for my life when I let go of her when her teeth unclenched and our tongues touched.

I took it easy and tentative at first, waiting for her to make the next move. When her tongue started pushing back, I met her thrusts and seen we were going at it hot and heavy. I was being incredibly lucky and I knew it. We went over minute and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Shelly and Leigh getting uncomfortable. I brought Mercedes back up, separated and made sure to not smile in the slightest.

She slapped the crap out of me at which point I figured crying and running away were my only options. Mercedes beat me to the punch; she snarled, turned and stormed away, her two little companions in tow.

"Way to set her straight," one of my teammates said as he slapped me on the shoulder.

"Brother, I'm happy she didn't bite my tongue off. The more distance I put between us the better," I declared and I meant it. I spent the rest of the night close to Jamie. About an hour later we hooked up with Amber and Emily and made our way home. No one knew what to make of my encounter with Mercedes and I was happy to remain ignorant of her thoughts as long as she left us alone. The girls did give me ice for my cheek though.

(Monday)

"You are not going to punch me, are you," teased Denise as I walked into Eleanor's. I groaned. I was getting that crap all day long on campus. People thought I was some sort of misogynist asshole, bully, or worse. I didn't bother explaining; Jamie didn't need to be brought into this.

"I don't suppose her kicking me in the head makes you feel better?" I hoped.

"Craig, if you attacked that stuck-up bitch she had it coming," Denise assured me. "Besides, word is already getting around campus that she molested one of your girlfriends and beat the shit out of the other."

"But I didn't say anything," I pleaded.

"But apparently a bunch of other people are," Tammy added. "Your teammates, other cheerleaders, and about every other student that knows you are speaking up about it. Give it a few days."

"How about you let him give me a few hours," Eleanor said as she came out of the kitchen wearing a nice pair of shorts that highlighted her slender shapely legs and one of my jerseys that would have swamped her if she hadn't had it partially tucked in.

We went up to her room, got naked at a more leisurely pace because we were getting to the stage were we liked watching one another reveal themselves and then crawled into bed.

"Do you want to spend the night?" she asked as I settled in on top of her.

"Thanks," I responded.

"Thanks; for what?" she asked.

"For asking me to spend the night of course," I grinned. She wiggled beneath me in joy. Sex is a big step, but so is spending time together before and after sex. Eleanor and I were restricted in the before sex time -- student and teacher after all -- but we could spend the night together and that was something Eleanor and I wanted.

(Thursday)

I walked into my room that evening and saw two disturbing things. The least disturbing thing was my roommate Jesse giving me the look of 'you're fucked up bro' which led to the more disturbing thing of Mercedes sitting on my bed. I would have run right then had I not valued Jesse's life. Instead I walked in and smiled.

"Hey Jesse, Mercedes; what's going on?" I began.

"I got to go," Jesse said hurriedly. I was beginning to value his worthless life a whole lot less. I retrospect this wasn't his problem but at the moment I was in serious need of a wingman and he was bailing. The door slammed shut like a tomb.

Mercedes stood up and glared at me.

"Are you here to hurt me?" I groaned.

"If you ever touch me again I'll kill you," she snarled.

"I believe you," I assured her. She stepped up to slap me and since I didn't want to be slapped I duck and scampered over to Jesses' bed.

Mercedes was right on my heels. She swung and I backed away. She tried again and I went the other way but I was running out of room. She hauled back and I tried to race past her but she caught me with her leg; I tripped and fell. Now, I've been on the ground once before in a fight and it was no fun. I curled up and tried to shield myself from this mad woman

She landed on me and began beating my around the head and chest. I blocked with my arms and by the growls she was making I was pissing her off. She grabbed my hands and pushed them down. Normally I could bench press two of these women, but she was on top and terribly ferocious. She was panting heavily over me and I was trapped between her legs and pinned by my arms.

"Kiss me again and I'll rip your face off," she seethed.

"Okay, I believe you," I begged. Then the worst possible thing happened. She began feeling my hard on that had grown up during the fight. A look of disgust crossed her face.

"What; do you like fighting girls? Does that get you hard? Do you want to stick that in me?"

"No, I don't like fighting girls, and no I don't want to stick that in you -- it is a natural reaction to arousal from fighting. It had nothing to do with you."

"Liar," she declared. She began rubbing her hips up and down my crotch. "You are never going to have this."

"Okay. I accept that. Can you let me up now?" I asked.

"I thought you would be more of a man," she taunted me. "You are nothing." That got me a bit angry.

"How do I prove myself to be a man by beating you up Mercedes? How does that work? You are a lesbian and I want to play football, which means no fighting. Why are we even doing this?" I thought that was a good argument. Mercedes' gaze drilled me to the spot.

Then she rushed into my face and kissed me. This was ten shades of wrong. I had two girls, sort of, Emily, and wanted Amber back. Mercedes had molested Emily, jumped Jamie, and tried to kick my ass on three occasions plus didn't she already have a girlfriend? I kissed her with vigor of a parched man drinking his first glass of water. I rolled over on top of her and broke our embrace.

"This is not going to happen," I told her. Mind you, she was almost as tall as me with athletic curves, nice breasts and legs to die for. She was very pretty and had thin, long black hair that fell around her like spider's silk. In essence, she was very do-able.

"Why not?" she grumbled.

"Why don't I let Emily and Jamie explain it to you, Mercedes? You don't kick around the people I love then expect me to fulfill some need of yours," I explained.

"You are saying no to me?" she sounded incredulous.

"It looks that way," I answered. I scrambled off of her and quickly stood up.

Mercedes stood up and brushed herself off.

"You'll regret this," she promised me.

"Please just let it go Mercedes. If you have a problem it is with me. If nothing else leave it at that," I asked. Mercedes didn't say a word; she stormed out and slammed the door.

All I could do was calling the girls and tell them what had happened. Emily told me how sorry she was. Jamie said I was an idiot; I should have held Mercedes down until she could have gotten their and kicked her a few times. Jamie also reminded me that I had a whole other year with this girl on the cheer squad. I had forgotten; Mercedes was a junior.

(Week Twelve)

I didn't get much playtime against Baynor College. They had a high-powered offense and Morgan was our go-to guy. Both teams ran up the score but we pulled through by a field goal in the fourth quarter. We won and that was the important thing. Mercedes made a point of taunting me and I made a point of ignoring her.

I decided to forgo the party this time around and headed out with Barney and company. We did okay. Our waitress slapped me and called me a sexist pig. I told Barney that if he pretended to beat me up she might give him her phone number. To Barney's credit he thought it over before deciding that acting wasn't his strong suit.

The manager came over and made the girl apologize. I told the guy that waitress was right, that I had punched a girl once, I was sorry about it, and I fully understood her reaction. The matter should have ended there; she served us the rest of the night and when we were getting ready to leave she slipped me her phone number. What is wrong with this world?

(Tuesday)

The four of us walked through the rambling split level ranch style house. Four bedrooms, three and a half baths, kitchen with an island and the height of high fashion -- from nineteen seventy. It was over-budget considering we had to get cable, phone, utilities, and furniture rental, so I wasn't sure how we were going to swing it.

Amber was with me; Emily and Jamie loved the place. I convinced them to measure the place out, to see if we could fit two twin beds in each room. I would try to swing in extra roommates which would bring us back within our price range. Amber looked at me as if I'd betrayed her while Emily and Jamie rushed me. I made it up to Amber by saying she got veto rights on all the furniture.

When I got back to my room that evening I caught up with Jesse.

"Jesse, what are you doing next semester?"

"Why do you ask?" he said suspiciously.

"A few others and I are thinking about getting a house and I want to know if you would like in. You would still be sharing a room, but rent would be good," I offered.

"How many other people have you asked," he questioned.

"You are the first one," I assured him.

"Why me?" He continued.

"You are a good roommate. You are neat and considerate and you seem dedicated to your studies," I pointed out.

"Let me think about it," he said. I nodded. "Who would I be rooming with?"

"I'm not sure. It could be me or a friend of mine. Do you have a preference?" I responded.

"I would prefer it not to be you. You are a nice guy, but your bed stays a little too busy for my tastes," he grinned. Again I nod.

(Wednesday)

"Barney, I have a proposition for you," I whispered as class started.

"Be quiet," he hissed.

"How would you like to be my housemate next semester?" I said quietly. Barney looked at me in fear then surprise then finally something akin to respect.

"Okay," he responded with barely a breath.

"Good I, "I grinned. "Is it okay if your roommate is gay?" Barney regarded me with curiosity and a certain desire to know if I was joking. When it became clear I wasn't pulling his leg he became introspective then shrugged.

"Sure. I've never known someone who was gay, but I don't see a problem," he answered.

"Alright," I grinned.

"Mr. Dawkins!" thundered Eleanor. "See me at the end of class."

"Yes Ms. Cosby," I replied sheepishly.

At the end of class I patiently waited for everyone to file out.

"Craig, what makes you think you can get away with talking in my class?" she demanded.

"Really I wanted an excuse to see you," I said with a shy smile.

"You could have come down during office hours," she pointed out.

"It wouldn't have been the same as doing this," I murmured as I pressed in and kissed her.

"People could see us," she whispered but she was smiling too.

"Okay, I'll go then," I grinned. Eleanor swatted my ass as I turned away. We had come a long way together.

(Week Thirteen)

Not that the coach was one to 'make up' things with me, but Morgan had run off at the mouth about our win against Baynor and I think the coach decided that I needed the experience. We were up against Prairie State and I ran half our plays. I broke the double-hundred mark again plus I almost broke two hundred yards passing.

After the game Morgan lit into the coach with the reporters, telling them the man was holding down his numbers to keep him in the school for another year. The coach had no comment and I was smart enough to follow his lead. Morgan wasn't my problem. Too bad one reporter had done his homework and called me by my nickname, the 'Technician'; I responded that this wasn't high school. That was when the reporter told me no player had played three games with one hundred yards passing and rushing in the team's history; no pressure.

(Tuesday)

Jamie and I sat in the back of the movie theater holding hands and whispering as the show revealed itself to us. I would nibble on her ear and she would giggle and playfully slap me. We hadn't too much time together recently and it was nice to hang out.

"What do you want to do next?" she whispered.

"Chicken Hut?" I suggested.

"Taco Hell," she countered.

"Fine, but you are not covering me in hot sauce again," I chuckled.

"I licked it off," she responded me.

"It still burned," I reminded her.

"Don't be such a baby," she taunted me. I squeezed her hand. I was sure I was the sole beneficiary of her kink, but I didn't mind. Later on when I took one of those Maxim sex surveys I could truthfully answer 'yes' to so many of the questions.

Later when I got to my room I found Jesse up and reading on his bed.

"Yes," he told me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Yes, I will be your roommate next year. When do you need the first month's rent?" he said.

"December; some of us want to stay here over Winter Break," I informed him. Jesse thought it over and gave me his approval. "Your roommate is going to be a buddy of mine named Barney Ross. He's in Biology like me."

To be continued in Part 6.

By FinalStand for Literotica.