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A Tale of the Technician Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



*Know who your friends are and why they are your friends*

After my parent's divorce Mom and I moved around a good deal. I tried to get involved in school activities but all I was ever good at was computers and football, and football was how I normally got a foot in the door because I was more into weights and cross country running than being a geek.

At my new school I opted to try out for quarterback for my senior year. I was fast and accurate and had a powerful arm. Unfortunately I wasn't tall, blonde and the popular senior. The coach liked the guy and if the other back-up quarterback had been able to hit a guy at fifteen yards I would have ended up as a half-back. 

I was a bit bitter. My mood wasn't improved by being assigned a tutor because the new school system didn't feel my old school's curriculum wasn't up to par for their Gifted Program. By day two, everyone at school knew about by need for a tutor too. My tutor turned out to be a lanky anti-social nerd with glasses and a perpetual slouch. She'd done some kind of infraction (I suspected smoking weed) at the end of last year so she got the duty.

Our first day together she was pleasantly surprised to see that I wasn't an idiot jock. We blew off the rest of our study period talking the merits of processor speeds and graphic cards. When she pulled her hair out of her eyes she was actually quite cute. When I told her so she blushed. Something told me she was a late bloomer.

"So," I asked, "what do people do in this town on Friday nights?"

"Oh, outside of football I guess they go to the movies or hang out at the Dairy Queen," she suggested.

"Do you want to go out Friday?" I inquired. She looked stunned and stammered without saying anything.

"Yes?" she got out.

"Fine; what is your address. I'll pick you up at six-thirty," I said in an off-handed manner. She remained speechless for some time after she told me where she lived.

So that was how Jamie Watts went out on her first date with me, Craig Dawkins. People made little snickering motions behind their hands at us so I countered them by putting my arm around Jamie. She didn't know how to take that. When she started to get upset by the attention we were getting I got her talking about her favorite Web comics. Ménage a 3 duked it out with Sluggy Freelance and I couldn't shut her up after that.

Saturday we went down by the lake and talked over blogs and who was who in the local geek community. We spent the rest of the afternoon going to the few electronics stores building our dream system in our heads. Jamie kissed me when I dropped her off. It turned out that when she stood up straight we were the same height (5'10"). She had really clear emerald green eyes. I don't think any guy had told her she was pretty before.

Monday at practice I was teased about dating the 'Lich' as Jamie was known. I took it good-naturedly. I'm not one to force my preferences on other guys, no matter how stupid they act. Teasing me was fine. During the scrimmage I tried not to show Blair Woods, the star QB of our team, up to much because I still harbored the hope that I might play in the last quarter of our first game.

Coach Ingersoll informed me that he would consider it since we were up against Hoover, the worst school in the league. The game was supposed to be a blowout, since we were considered one of the top three teams in the conference. I thought we had the talent, but I also thought we were sloppy. I had come from a much smaller school my sophomore and junior years where everyone had to play doubly hard to fulfill a roster.

I also got to meet Emily Parker, the head cheerleader who was so stereotypically blonde, smoking hot, and bubbly that I expected to find a made by Mattel label on her back. She was (drum roll please) Blair's girlfriend. They were the 'it' couple and they had every reason to believe that all of high school life revolved around them. The only thing more stunning than Emily was that Emily was talking to Jamie when practice ended.

What can I say; Emily was basically a nice person and now that Jamie was dating a football player, even a second string one, Emily was trying to bring Jamie into the football cliché. Jamie babbled incoherently all the way to her house where we worked on homework until her Dad finally showed up from work around seven.

It was clear he didn't know what to make of me either. I was a handsome man dating his daughter who he had resigned himself to being boy-free for all her high school years. When he found out my 'social status' at school he had to sit down. After making an excuse to get Jamie out of the room he leaned across the table in a conspiratorial way and said,

"Are you using protection?" I found that kind of sad. His daughter wasn't a skank.

"We haven't progressed that far," I nodded sagely, "but if we do I'll make sure to do the right thing." The father gave me this eager nod which was the first time I could even imagine a parent asking me to screw their offspring.

My week pretty much went downhill from there. The other jocks learned I wasn't missing their classes; I was actually taking advanced classes which meant I actually knew some of the people they regularly look down on. I wasn't much into hazing or using my position on the team to get things. To the majority of the kids at school though I was still a jock-asshole, but there was a small group that gave me credit for more than two brain cells to rub together. I was eighteen and not on the first string so I figured college would have to come from academic achievement.

Our game versus Hoover was nearly a disaster. We came to play the worst team in the conference. They came to destroy us and they damn near succeeded. The little bastards played their hearts out and had their running back been a second faster, they would have beaten us. As it was the game was seventeen to fourteen and wasn't decided until the last play of the game when Hoover failed to get the ball into the end zone.

Our celebration was muted. Jamie and I went with the team out to the lake, but everyone knew we'd screwed up. Jamie took my hand and led me down to the water's edge and put an arm around me.

"Don't be so angry," she told me. "Next time the coach will let you play."

"Ha," I growled. "The next game is versus Panther Hill and they are the team to beat this year, and they are going to clean our clocks. Even if we make only half the mistakes we made tonight, they are going to kill us. I'm not used to playing somewhere things are 'good enough'. That's why I want to build a computer with you. Any idiot can buy one off the shelf. I want one that's going to do what I want it to do spending whatever I can give it."

"Dad gave me a condom," Jamie whispered. "I'm a virgin."

"So am I," I responded.

"Really?" Jamie sounded perplexed.

"Jamie, I'm eighteen and I've never stayed more than nine months in any given town. The only time I thought I might, Mom told me we were moving the next month so nothing happened."

"I would have thought ... you are handsome, and a jock ..."

"If it is any consolation I've killed millions of sperm cells looking over internet porn," I joked.

"Oh gross," she giggled. "Remind me to never use your keyboard." I laughed at that too. 

The next Monday one of my team mates ragged on Jamie for being the Lich-slut. I stuffed him into the closest trash can and got sent to the Assistant Principal's office. I got a lecture about school spirit, team camaraderie, and not taking 'good natured' ribbing so poorly. I agreed with his reasoning. I told him in a good-natured voice that his wife one fine looking whore which earned me a day's worth of detention. 

Like all good secrets it was all over the school by the time I got to lunch. No one knew what to make of me yet again. The coach called me over and made up some crap about me being on detention for Tuesday would render me ineligible for play that Friday night. I took the news without comment.

"What do you have to say about yourself?" he persisted.

"You are the coach. If you say I can't play, I can't play. Do you want me to suit up?"

"Suit up. Sitting on the sidelines might teach you something about being part of a team," he remarked. I wanted to ask him why Jamie doesn't deserve the basics of common courtesy and what that might do for my team spirit, and if that prick in the trash can had shown a little concern for me as a team mate we wouldn't even be having this discussion. I wanted to play; that was the bottom line.

When I was walking back to the table that I shared with Jamie and some of the other advanced students Emily flagged me over. She was essentially the Queen of the school so I felt it is wise to obey.

"I think you did a very noble thing," Emily declared loudly. "If someone called me a bad name I hope you would stuff them in a trash can too."

Blair had his hand on Emily's thigh right at the edge of her skirt; a typical property move.

"I'd do more than that to them," Blair joked; "besides it was only the Lich and we all know why he's dating her."

"Take that back," I said in a very deadly tone. Things start getting quiet around us as Blair stood up. He had three inches on me, but we weighed about the same -- the weight lifting again.

"Stuff it, second-stringer," Blair gloated.

"You have five seconds before you wear my lunch," I growled.

"I'll bust up your face pipsqueak," he countered.

"I'll settle for breaking your hand," I sneered. That took him aback because he realized I was not kidding. I'd ruin his whole damn career over a girl he barely knew existed.

"No!" Emily insisted as she stood up. She picked up her tray in one hand and put the other on my bicep, steering me away from the confrontation.

"Babe," Blair whined.

"No," she repeated. "If you won't apologize to Jamie then I'm going elsewhere. Craig, where is your table? I'd like to finish my lunch in peace." I took her over to the geek table, did some introductions and we all sat down. It was clear that Emily hadn't talked to any of these people since grade school and equally clear they didn't mind.

I got my ass handed to me at practice the Wednesday. It would appear that no one wants to block for me and the defense keeps forgetting this was a scrimmage. Blair was laughing it up, but Emily seemed beside herself. She ran water out to me twice as I was picking myself up off the ground; it seemed they also have forgotten to help me stand up after planting me in the field.

"I'm so sorry," Emily said quietly. I laughed loud and hard.

"If this is the best our defensive line can do, Panther Hill's offense is going to bury them in our end zone -- repeatedly." I wanted those pansies to hear me. On the next play they double-teamed my smack down so I made a point of leaping back to my feet. 

I caught up with my assailants, patted them on the back, and wished them better luck next time. I ran the ball for fifteen yards on the next play. The coach screamed at me for not following the play he'd sent in. I agreed to be a good boy. Next play I ran for seven yards and got out of bounds -- where they buried me; in a real game that would be a fifteen yard penalty, but who was counting. The coach benched me and Blair went back in. They handled him like he was porcelain.

At the end of practice Jamie helped me off the field. Emily stormed off the moment the cheer squad was dismissed causing Blair to shoot hate my way. Jamie got to see me in my underwear when she came to my house and rubbed me down. I was not thinking about sex and I hoped she wasn't because at that moment breathing hurt.

The next day Emily made a point of finding me between classes and seeing how I was. Everyone else in the school was aware of my feud with the entire football team and treated me like I had the plague. When I got to lunch Jamie was shaken up and had been crying. Emily saw her distress and popped over to see what she could do.

It seemed that three of my team mates cornered Jamie between classes and touched her. Emily wanted to go to a teacher. I wanted to know who they were. Jamie described them and Emily gave them names. Emily told me I Iooked like a dark storm front moving across the horizon. Jamie didn't deserve my grief and I had little trust in the facility to turn on the football team.

The coach unwittingly gave me my chance at the first SOB on my second play in during practice. The grinning buffoon came into the huddle and gave me a wink -- idiot. I ran my play, which was short, sweet and painful for me. At least some of the players were trying to do their jobs today. I got the idiot back in the huddle and faster than most of them can see; I stepped up and nailed him in the nuts as if I was trying to kick a fifty yard field goal.

The idiot grunted and stumbled forward once his feet touched the ground again. I grabbed him by his face mask and kept him from falling over.

"This bastard touched Jamie. If any of you have a problem with this, I've got more were that came from," I snarled like a cornered wolverine. No one said anything.

"You are going to run this play and then you are going to leave the field," I told the idiot. "Until you beg Jamie for forgiveness in a public place, don't get into a huddle with me -- clear!" He nodded weakly.

Two plays later, asshat number two came within my sights. I accidently stiffed armed him in the throat so hard he temporarily lost the power of speech. The next play I hit the lead assailant so hard in the head with the football it knocked him off his feet. I still got buried though this is again a penalty in normal play. I nailed him twice more before the coach figured out that there was nothing wrong with my aim.

On the sidelines with the guy who had trouble talking I gave him the same speech; I'd keep coming for him until he publically apologized to Jamie. Before the end of practice Mr. Football-to-the-Head wobbled over to me.

"You fucker, you are going to pay," he said as he punched a finger into my chest. I noted the coach caught this but was doing nothing.

"You'll find me a bit tougher than a scared little girl, you cocksucker," I seethed. "I see you are already feeling fucked up. I've been taking your shit, and everyone else's shit for two days now and I can't wait for tomorrow. Do you really think I'm afraid of someone who can't even face me in public but has to hide behind the coach?" 

I glared unmitigated malice at him. For the first time since he laid eyes on me the bastard was uncertain. "Apologize publically to Jamie and I will stop kicking your ass. Get some of your buddies to jump me in the parking lot and I will take particular pleasure in busting your knee."

I grabbed him by the face mask and shook the bigger man's head.

"There are forty-seven of you and one of me; what have I got to lose?" I let go of his helmet and he walked away muttering.

Jamie wasn't there, but Emily made a point of pissing Blair off by walking me to my car. I imagine she thought she was some sort of protection. No one showed up to teach me what was what. I stopped by Jamie's house and we talked about normal kid stuff. No one talked about the serious events of the day.

The next day a football player in a raspy voice came up to Jamie and apologized for whatever in the hallway between classes. Nut-shot guy didn't show up for school, or for the game. The last guy was being a dick. Jamie sat behind me at the Spirit Rally and put a hand on my shoulder while Blair and Emily acted the role of King and Queen.

Our game started out almost as bad as I feared. Panther Hill got the ball first and drove into our end zone in seven plays. Blair got everyone psyched up and led the Offense onto the field. On the first play they nearly got him but Blair got the ball away. We ran it on the second down for a grand total of one yard.

On the third down we went for a screen play but someone blew through the lines and hit Blair low and hard right as he gave the ball up. They recovered the fumble and the crowd was moaning. Things immediately got worse. Everyone with eyes could tell that a leg wasn't supposed to bend to the side like that. Blair was screaming and even before the coach could move the EMTs were scrambling to get Blair.

Emily and two of her cheerleader friends went onto the field but the coach had the presence of mind to have some players pull them back. Blair was taken away, the game settled down into some semblance of order, and the penalty was assessed. Most of the fans on our side thought it was a deliberate move on Panther Hill's part. Coach came back, glared and tossed me the ball.

"Don't lose the damn game," he snapped. Considering I hadn't even been allowed to warm up, I found small comfort in his sterling opinion of me. The coach sent in a play-action fake, right out of our playbook. I groaned because I had a feeling Panther Hill knew what I knew and that was never a good thing.

I stood at the line, took one look at the defense and went audible. Several of my players shifted uncomfortable. It was a miracle we didn't get called for 'off-sides'. Panther Hill was ready for the 'play action' with only five men rushing and all my wide receivers and corner backs running hell for leather down field. My center was really good at his job.

I cradled the ball and cut through the middle. One defenseman almost got me then I was free for eight or nine yards. I'm fast, just not running back fast. Two of their secondary fell on me like a ton of bricks but after that week's practice I was used to it. They clubbed me to the ground at the eleven yard mark. I was pulling grass out of my helmet, but I'd done the job.

With the next play the coach sent it was a lethal warning to stick to the game plan. The coach wanted as to run because we always ran at first and whatever when we were at mid-field -- always. I drilled a wide-receiver with a pass on the right side which he dropped. Had he kept it, it would have taken us over to Panther Hill's side of the field.

The next guy who came in told me the coach was apoplectic, and I was not even sure the football player or the coach knew what it meant. We were to do a pass to the right side. Second and nothing, we always pass. I passed but put it right up the middle. I hit the guy so hard he fell over, covering an extra two yards. Now we were at third and two. 

When the coach's guy came in I didn't even bother. I dropped it into Mark Quantrill's hands at twenty-two yards out and he ran in for the touchdown. When I got to the bench the coach told me I was done. He warmed up the replacement-replacement, Wilcox. A series of downs later the score was 21-7 against us and the coach put me back in. The coach had the sportsman's ethics of a weasel.

When I got back in the huddle everyone was grinning at me.

"Gentleman, let's go to war!" I declared. Of course, it sounded cool, but all of us could only do so much. In the end, it was our defense that won the game. After half-time they only gave up three points. We scored three more touchdowns because we really did have the talent this year, not because my ego carried the day.

When the clock wound down, our fans flooded the field. The first person to me was the coach who warned me that if I was to have any future with the team I had to see him first thing in the morning. He didn't like the smile I gave him. I didn't care. I was looking for Jamie. I noticed that Emily wasn't around but I figured she was on her way to the hospital to see Blair.

Jamie found me and threw her arms around me. It was the heady aphrodisiac of martial conquest, or so I told myself. Right after my first French kiss with her, I large hand touched my shoulder. It was Mr. Football-to-the-Head.

"Sorry," he muttered. Jamie nodded her understanding then returned her attentions to me.

"Let's get out of here," she shouted. I looked at my crummy, sweaty football gear but followed along anyway.


A Tale of the Technician Ch. 01



"I need to change," I begged.

"You aren't going to leave town in a month, are you?" she teased. My mental response to that was 'Fuck Yeah!' I made a solemn vow right then to win every game that season.

"Where do we go?" I asked as we pushed our way to my car. Undoubtedly everyone we stampeded over knew exactly what we were running off do and we even got some shouts of encouragement. Jamie's pale skin flushed, but she never let up running with me. When we finally sped out of the parking lot Jamie was grinning.

"Dad will be having a microwave dinner by the TV dinner downstairs in the basement. We can sneak up to my room," she said with eyes burning bright.

"Do you have contraception?" I inquired. "Mine are in my locker, with my clothes."

"I have one. We will have to make it count," she sighed.

I pulled into her driveway with the lights off and we padded around to the back door and up the stairs to her room. I was stripping off my gear when I got through her door. I would have thought that I would have spent more time looking at her naked body, but getting out of the football harness took all of my attention.

When I looked she was in bed biting off the cover of the condom. I stumbled out of my pants and launched myself into the bed. Jamie scooted over and I was pressing myself up against her. She pressed her hands against me then reached for my penis. When she touched my penis, it drew both of our attentions. This was the critical moment -- real sex.

Jamie rolled the condom down and I groaned from deep within. It felt so good to have a woman's hands on my member. As if mesmerized, Jamie began to stroke me before she reached up and began kissing my neck.

"Aaahhh!" I shouted as I started pumping semen into the prophylactic. "Oh shit ... I'm sorry."

"Can we reuse it?" Jamie said with much disappointment.

"I don't think so," I sighed. "We can try it later ... tonight?"

"Craig," Jamie said after a moment, "do you promise me that you've never been with anyone."

"Yes, but ..."

"Craig, I'm on the pill, and if you are safe, I know I'm safe ... we can do it now if you want," she said in a shaky voice. My response was to pull my condom off and put it in a small wastebasket.

"I think you are supposed to tie that off," Jamie giggled. I reached in for it, but she pulled me back.

I rolled back toward her.

"What now?"

"I don't know," Jamie said fearfully.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" I offered. Jamie's eyes grew wide then she nodded.

"I've never done this before, but I've seen some pornos. I think you are supposed to tell me what you like," I instructed Jamie.

"I can do that," she panted. I moved down the bed and gently pushed her legs open. I was afraid of the smell, but Jamie actually had a sweet, slightly musky odor. 

I took a deep breath and dove in. I licked from the middle point up to the top. Jamie hopped.

"Oh ... yes ...I like that. Keep at it Craig!" was her enthusiastic response. I started licking all along her pussy, figuring out that she liked it at the very top and the very bottom. My vast pornographic knowledge told me the protuberance at the top was her clit so when I kissed and sucked on it Jamie ground her body up against my mouth.

I placed a single finger in and started rolling it around at the bottom of her pussy which seemed another orgasmic point for her. Jamie was tossing her head back and forth the arched her back and my mouth and chin were splashed repeatedly with a whole host of hot vaginal fluid. I found myself lapping it up from her cunt and down to the sheets.

"Damn ... Craig ... that was ... fantastic. I've never come that hard," Jamie breathed heavily.

"Hold on," I couldn't help but grin. I pushed in my sole finger that was then thoroughly soaked half way up my arm. I pulled it down and traced a line farther back until it touched her anus. Jamie jerked then held very still. I teased the opening and Jamie started moving her ass around.

"Craig, isn't that dirty?" Jamie struggled to say. She was clearly enjoying herself.

"No, it looks okay and it smells like you -- which I like. Do you want me to stop?" 

"No ... if you would please," Jamie said after a moment's hesitation. I responded by pushing in a tiny bit which earned me more heavy breathing on Jamie's part. 

I kept up steady pressure until the tightness suddenly ended and I entered her. Jamie bucked and thrashed.

"Fuck yeah," she whispered. "Oh please Craig, don't stop. It hurts but it is good." I was happily thankful that I'd (occasionally) ignored the warning on sites in past years. I knew to take it slow.

It took about a minute before I was all the way in. I twisted and turned the finger and Jamie rewarded me with a pleasurable moan. I drew out and pushed back in. Her breathing picked up a pace and I then returned my attention to her pussy. I tried this time to see what effect tongue-fucking would have on her. She likes it but doesn't seem to be the best thing for her so I go back to the top and bottom.

I found that by sticking my tongue at the bottom of her pussy and licking in deeply while pushing in and out of her ass with my finger is what she enjoys the most. That time when her orgasm hits I'd instinctively shut my eyes right before I was flooded, but some went up my nose causing me to gasp and choke. At the same time her ass clamped down on my finger, holding the whole arm in place.

I had to prop myself up in order to clear my sense.

"Craig," Jamie moaned weakly.

"Jamie, I can't see," I panted through my mouth.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she gasped. I felt her move around and heard some familiar rustling of tissues. She sat up and began cleaning my face off.

"Blow my nose please," I requested. I'm propped up with one arm and my other hand had a finger still inside her butt. Jamie blew my nose for me.

"Did I do all that?" she said in a worried tone.

"Twice," I grinned.

"What now?" she smiled. I wiggled my finger which caused her to moan and tilt her head back, exposing her neck to me. I eased my finger out so I could lean forward and kiss her on her throat. By now I was hard again and I moved up so that my cock was up against her vagina. I rubbed the head up and down her slit while looking into her eyes.

"Do it," she whispered. "Fuck me," which wasn't the most romantic way I could think of, but for a teenager it was fucking Laura K. Hamilton (my Mom's books I swear). Somewhere in my mind I knew I was supposed to take it slow and gentle. I rammed it in because I was so God-damn horny. Tears welled up in Jamie's eyes and I immediately felt like a shit.

I still kept sliding in and out of her.

"Hurts?" I asked stupidly.

"Like a son-of-a-bitch," she ground out, "but keep going." Before long she was grunting as I bottomed out in her and she began moving her hips with me.

"Does it still hurt?" I persisted.

"Yes damn it. Stop asking me and keep fucking me," she gasped. I was starting to get tired; it had been a long, hard fucking week and I hurt all over.

"Roll over," I told her. Jamie looked momentarily confused then started to turn to her side. 

I stayed in her as long as I could. Even when I fell out, I quickly got her situated so that I could plunge back in. As I had both hands on her hips, Jamie went from her hands and knees down to one elbow crooked around her head. With her other hand she reached for her pussy and began rubbing around the clit. That gave me the idea to reinsert a finger into her ass.

She came -- I came; I felt like the epic champion from hell. I fell on her back and she crashed onto the bed.

"You are heavy," she murmured after a moment. I rolled off of her. I've felt less exhausted running a 10K race.

"I'm going to have to change the sheets," Jamie said in a fatigued voice.

"You can crash at my place tonight," I told her. All of a sudden Jamie was really my woman and we could share everything, parents be damned. Besides, Mom would be in bed by ten so I could sneak to my room then let Jamie in through the window.

"Jamie?"

"Yes Craig," Jamie responded.

"Are we going to be able to do this again soon?"

"Are you really asking a eighteen year old girl if she wants to have sex with a guy who will go down on her first and give her more than one orgasm? Have you taken too many blows to the head?" Jamie teased me.

"Yes," I replied feeling stupid that she would put it that way.

"Well, it is clear I'm the smart one in this relationship," she said with a poke to the ribs. "Now let us get cleaned up and strip the bed. Then we can go to your place and see what happens."

"Actually, I want to get changed and go see Blair at the hospital," I informed her.

"Why? That guy hates you," Jamie wondered.

"He is a team mate. Just because they are dicks doesn't mean I have to be," I explained.

"Okay," she allowed. "You are not going to go to see Emily are you?"

"No, I feel I should check up on Blair," I insisted. "I've got a girlfriend and she's turning out to be more than I can handle. I don't need double the trouble."

"That's good because she's a lesbian," Jamie confessed.

"What?" I blinked.

"Yeah, she's a lesbian and I'm pretty sure Blair is gay. I'm absolutely convinced that Emily has been hitting on me since the first practice game. Blair's problem isn't that he's gay; it is that he's an enormous prick, conceited and arrogant," Jamie states confidently.

"How do ... are you sure?" I mumbled.

"Yes and I'll prove it to you but you have to agree to do me a favor first," Jamie offered.

"Sure, what do you want?" I accepted.

"When the time is right you pretend to date both of us," Jamie smiled.

"But ... she's a lesbian ..." I stammered.

"Yes and I'm bi-sexual," Jamie told me. "I've had the hots for Emily since she developed breasts, but I've liked guys too. Until I met you, Emily was a pipe dream, but she really likes you so I figure I have a chance now.

"Why do you think she likes me?" I wondered. Jamie sighed.

"Craig, what would you do if you found out she was a lesbian?" she started.

"I would keep her secret I guess," I admitted.

"Exactly; you are a safe guys and when you look like she does such guys are few and far between. She was cultivating you as a guy friend she could trust," Jamie pointed out.

"What happens if you are wrong?" I said.

"Well, I'm already a freak and social outcast and you don't give a crap what people think about you. Nothing changes for us," she explained. "Are you okay?"

"Let's get cleaned up," I grinned. "I'm starting to get sticky and not in a good way." As I learned, cleaning up your sexual partner has its own rewards.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 02



*Compassion and passion are not matters of gender or preference*

We took a shower together when we got to my place. Jamie and I were busy exploring one another with soapy hands when Mom knocked on the door and started to come in. I hustled Jamie behind me so that the shower curtain concealed our outline.

"How was the game, dear?" she asked while barely not looking in.

"I got to play. The coach wants to talk about my role on the team tomorrow morning," I informed her.

"How was that little girl you've been seeing ... Jesse?" Mom inquired.

"It is Jamie, Mom. We had hot steamy post-victory sex and she's in the shower with me now," I confessed.

"Funny, young man; do we need to have 'the talk'? I don't want some girl getting you in trouble," Mom worried.

"Mom, I came here a virgin. Do you really want me to stay that way forever?" I asked. There is no immediate answer.

"I want you to be careful Craig. Use protection; do I need to buy you some condoms?" she said. What was it with parents shoveling rubbers on me and my girl? Did we have 'desperately seeking sex' stenciled on our foreheads?

"That would be nice Mom, you know, in case we get to be more serious. Can I finish my shower now? It feels kind of freaky with having you here with me," I lied.

"Good night Craig. I'll talk with you tomorrow," she said before shutting the door.

"If that had gone on for another minute, I would have started giving you a blowjob," Jamie teased.

"Weren't you a shy, retiring flower when I first came here last month?" I marveled.

"You clearly didn't pay attention to the books on my bookshelves," Jamie giggled. "I like my romances dark, bloody and raw."

"What are we doing together again?" I teased back.

"You asked me out Craig," Jamie smiled. "I was eight the last time a guy asked me out."

I turned off the water and we helped each other dry off. We got back to my room and dressed then I gave Mom another fifteen minutes to drift off to sleep before leaving with Jamie. She had to direct me to the local hospital. We weren't the only ones to have made that trek we discovered. My reception varied and I could already sense the rift forming in the team. Some guys saw me as the Winner, while to the others were Pro-Blair.

Quantrill pulled me aside and gave me an update. The specialist had yet to arrive, but they thought his knee was blown, with major reconstructive surgery needed. The doctor had tossed around anything from two to five months. The cold analysis meant that I'd be carrying the team for more than half the season. My coach hated my guts and most of the team was taking delight in my suffering only yesterday. What's not to love?

Some older guy came up to me and told me his son would be back soon and not to get too comfortable in the top slot. I was diplomatic; I told him that I knew I was the second stringer. I may have despised Blair, but I wouldn't deny that he had charisma. He was a good quarterback too -- I was better. Jamie and I went looking for Emily and found her with her two closest friends.

I was not sure what to do. I had no idea what the dynamic was here, between those two, Emily, and how they felt about me stepping into Blair's position as QB. Emily looked up, clearly distressed and propelled herself into my arms.

"Blair was happy you pulled the team through," Emily lied; either to me or herself, or both of us.

"I'm going to stay here until the specialist arrives," I told the three women. Jamie was sticking close by but her anti-social background was weighing her down. It was clear that the other two haven't let Jamie into their social club yet. I stroked Emily's back as she dry sobbed into my shoulder.

"Ladies ..." I started.

"Kati and Amber," Amber volunteered. We were in the same tier now so suddenly it was important that we knew each other -- what a fucked up situation.

"Kati and Amber, Jamie and I are going to hang out here with Emily. I think it is okay if two you go home. I'll make sure Emily gets home alright," I expressed my opinion.

I can see the two weigh the implications of what I've said.

"Thanks," Amber responded.

"Amber, can you give your number to Jamie so if Emily needs anything we can call," I instructed Amber.

"Sure," the cheerleader said. She went over and exchanged digits with Jamie, which in the pointless hierarchy of high school confirmed Jamie's status as the QB's girlfriend. When the two other girls cleared out, Jamie and I sat down with Emily and comforted her. Jamie held her hands and pulled Emily's head onto her shoulder.

This allowed me to go keep tabs on Blair. I finally got in to see him. The QB was doped but he knew who I was. It didn't make him love me much.

"You pulled it through," he mumbled.

"Someone told me you wanted to take us to All-State this year," I suggested.

"Don't get used to the top spot you second-stringer," he muttered.

"Do you think one-tenth as many people would be here for me if it was me in that bed?"

"You don't belong on the team at all," Blair growled.

"Well, thanks for that ringing endorsement Blair. I'll leave you now," I responded sarcastically. I turned and left the room. There was nothing more I wanted to do to get off his shit-list.

The specialist arrived and someone caught word that they are going to move Blair to the University hospital to repair the damage but there wasn't to be a definite diagnosis until Monday afternoon. Everyone broke up and departed. We took Emily home then I dropped off Jamie.

(Saturday morning)

Coach Ingersoll regarded me with his beady little eyes. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's gotten the initial prognosis for Blair. 

"If you want to even consider the top spot here boy, you need to get with the program," he brow-beat me. I stood up and made to leave.

"Where in the hell do you think you are going?" he snapped.

"Is there any confusion about who won the game last night," I responded in a cold, disdainful voice.

"The team won, damn you," the coach snarled.

"Yes, and without your ten year old playbook. Frankly I don't know why this school has had a winning season in the past five years. You teach rote, not initiative. If you want this team to win, give us a chance. Did you see Quantrill run? They're not five people in conference that can catch him yet we have no long passing plays," I pointed out.

"We'll do it my way or you are off the team," he threatened me. I finish walking out the door and don't bother shutting it. I could hear him sputtering as I left.

A few hours later it was Jamie, Emily and I sitting around the table at the Waffle Shack drinking sodas and talking things over.

"I can't believe you walked away from the team," Jamie wondered aloud. I felt she was proud of me.

"People aren't going to like that," Emily warned me. "Football is big in this town."

"I didn't walk away from the team, just the coach. If I play, I play to win," I countered.

"The coach's plays were okay for Blair," Emily explained.

"Blair was happy to be starter, but not all that concerned about winning. The team went eight and five last year, and all Blair wanted to do was win one more game. It didn't take me two weeks to figure out we had more talent than that," I stated.

"And you think you can do better than the coach?" Emily questioned.

"I led us to victory over the second best team in the conference," I told her. "I couldn't have done it without the talent, but the coach can lose even with the talent we have. It doesn't matter though. I'm off the team and now it is Wilcox's turn," I referred to the third-string quarterback who had lasted all of one series of downs against Panther Hill.

"What if I can get you back on the team," Emily asked. "Would you agree to play nice with the coach?"

"Don't go sucking up to that bastard on my behalf," I cautioned her. Frankly I didn't trust the pervert around her alone in some smelly office.

"Oh, I'm not going to the coach; I'm going to the Chamber of Commerce," she grinned. I didn't know she was using the codename for the Dark Conspiracy that ruled this town. By Monday morning I was back on the team.

(Next Friday Night)

We'd stayed at the requisite victory part before I made my departure with Jamie and Emily. I'd been building up Emily as my social director, not my girlfriend. Even Emily seemed comfortable with her role. She kept me informed about who was doing what to whom and which football player I need to talk with. I was seen doing what she asked me to do so no one thought it odd when the three of us left together.

There were five people in the establishment as the midnight hour drew near, and two of them, the waitress and the cook, were out on a smoke break. Emily thought nothing of it when Jamie sat beside her at the booth. Emily got off texting on her phone when I grabbed her attention.

"Emily, what are we going to do about Blair?" I asked.

"What?" she sputtered over her drink. "What do you mean?"

"He's not in the picture and he's not going to be seriously in the picture before the end of the season. So, where are we going to stand between now and then?" I question her.

"I ... wait ... no," Emily stammered. "Craig, you are my friend. I'm sorry if you thought of us in any other way."

"I want to date you, even if it is just an act," I lied. I so seriously wanted to date her for real.

"What about Jamie?" she said in a panicked voice and sent a pleading gaze toward Jamie.

"I would want to date both of you," I responded. "I don't see why we can't work this out."

"I'm okay with it if you are," Jamie offered as she put a hand over Emily's. Emily flushed a deep red and her breath caught.

"I can't; I'm sorry but I can't," she panicked. 

"Let's take you home then," I suggested softly. Jamie immediately slid out of the booth allowing Emily to get some space and slide out too. I got up, paid for our drinks and proceeded to drive the girls' home. I was worried after Emily left, but Jamie was ecstatic. Personally I thought Jamie was delusional and that I'd sunk myself with Emily in this mad scheme.

(Monday morning)

Emily fell on me and Jamie as we hung outside the school entrance before school started with our normal scholastic crowd. She hurriedly motioned us aside. Jamie shot me a curious look. One we had some privacy Emily turned on us, nervous as hell.

"Okay, I can do this, but there have to be some ground rules," she blurted out. I nearly fell over and I was stunned Jamie didn't do a 'happy dance'.

"Those would be?" I managed to choke out without sounding too eager.

"First off, Jamie and I would have to remain friends," Emily demanded. "I don't want people to think we are fighting over you. That wouldn't be fair," was Emily's reasoning. I looked to Jamie and we both nodded.

"No sex. I'm saving myself for marriage. Blair played along with this and you should too. I will not be a sexual plaything," Emily insisted. Jamie had the audacity to nod in agreement the conniving bitch (who I loved).

"Can we live with this?" Emily said hopefully.

"I have a counter-condition," I stated. Emily looked crestfallen. "I would like you to spend some private time with us. I don't care if we sit around, do homework, watch movies, or TV. I want some quality private time."

"You promise to respect my person," Emily cautioned.

"I swear to you that I won't make a single pass at you unless you come on to me first," I pledged. I carefully left Jamie out of that equation which had been the plan all along.

"Deal!" Emily agreed. I shook her hand the Jamie followed suit. Emily left with a special spring in her step.

"Jamie," I whispered out the side of my mouth, "if you break out into song I swear we are going straight to bondage." Jamie started whistling instead.

(Two and a half weeks later)

After 'my' latest win the local paper came up with my nickname. I was christened the 'Technician' for the precision way our offense marched down the field. We weren't all that flashy. No single player stood out as spectacularly above the others. We were a well-oiled machine and I was the technician that ran it (I know; how terribly catchy and original).

That meant less to me the more we went into the season. I was having regular and spicy sex with Jamie. I was eternally grateful that her father didn't search her websites or cast a glance toward her personal library. Our biggest sexual hurdle turned out to be getting the credit card to order stuff online. I convinced my Mother to get me a bank card then paid off the credit charges with my allowance money.

What did mean a great deal was that we'd navigated the stiff social waters that allowed Emily to hang out with us in a suggestive manner. Some people thought Emily was a promiscuous slut that was jumping from one QB to the next. Others thought I was the Man by doing two girls at the same time. I said the Emily and I were good friends which no one believed. After all, if I wasn't sleeping with her I had to be gay.

That evening Jamie's dad had surrendered his private man-cave to the three of us. In theory we were watching some downloaded movies. After which I was to head home and Emily would be staying for a sleep over. Emily had virtually leapt at the opportunity. I'd had to raid my Mom's wardrobe to find something provocative for Jamie to wear. I didn't want to think why my Mom had all of that kind of sexy lingerie.

Anyway, the three of us were sitting downstairs. I was on the sofa and Emily and Jamie were laying on their stomachs in front of me, feet up on the air and heads propped up on elbows as we watched the French version of La Femme Nikita. Emily sold it to us as a chic-empowerment flick. In the loosest definition of the term, she didn't lie.

Emily was entranced by the action and Jamie rolls onto her side and gave me a look. My responsive gesture told her to go for it. Jamie reached out and put her hand on the small of Emily's back and got no response. Slowly Jamie moved her hand up and down, expanding her scope each time. Finally she stopped at Emily's ass and began massaging it. 

Emily made this adorable little purring noise and lowered her head onto her arms. When Jamie gave Emily's ass a good squeeze Emily's head suddenly snapped up. She looked to Jamie, to me, then back to Jamie. She was speechless. I pretended to watch the movie while Jamie smiled to Emily and went back to stroking her ass and lower back.

Emily seemed totally lost between fear and arousal. Jamie scooted forward until her face was only inches away from Emily's. Emily closed her eyes and Jamie kissed her on her scrumptious full lips. Sometimes girls have all the fun. Emily moaned then shook herself.

"I can't ..." she stammered.

"With him?" Jamie indicated me. Emily's eyes got even wider but she finally acknowledged the distinction.

"Craig, are you okay with it just being Emily and me?" Jaime demurred.

"Of course. I want you and Emily to be happy," I smiled.

"Craig ... I never meant to hurt you," Emily said fearfully. I shook my head.

"Jamie has kept my eyes open from the beginning Emily. All I want is for us to remain friends," I confessed.

"But then ..." Emily looked dumbfounded at Jamie.

"I've been beautiful in my eyes since the first time we started to change for gym class Emily all those years ago. I never dreamed I'd have a chance with you until Craig entered my life," Jamie told her. Emily was almost at a loss for words.

"I had no idea," Emily murmured.

"Craig was the first person besides my Father to tell me I was pretty. He made me feel like I belonged anywhere besides my own dark world," Jamie explained.

"Wait, you are boyfriend and girlfriend?" Emily asked.

"Yes Emily; I'm bi-sexual. I gave Craig my virginity; he gave me his, and we've been having a lot of sex since then, but when I told him about you he convinced me to ... seduce you," Jamie winced worried what response she might get.

"Wow Jamie, it was Craig who made me notice your attractiveness. I might never have woken up to how pretty you were if Craig hadn't brought you to practice," Emily gushed. Jamie didn't reply with words but instead ran her hand along the line of Emily's body.

"Would you feel more comfortable if I left?" I asked softly. Emily looked to Jamie who only smiled.

"Actually, I feel safe with Craig here. Jamie, you scare me," Emily said but I could see Jamie was hurt, "but only because I feel so strongly about you. I've been fighting these feelings for years. I've been afraid to give in; to admit to other people how I feel." Jamie's frown melted and she kissed Emily again. I dared not move.

Jamie took Emily's hand, forcing Emily to turn onto her side, facing Jamie. Jamie placed that hand on her own breast and Emily instinctively squeezed it. Emily briefly pulled her hand back. I noticed that Jamie's nipple was painfully hard with arousal. Emily put her hand back and massaged and stroked the breast. Jamie bit her lip. Emily took the initiative and pushed Jamie to the ground and hovered over her. She sexually surged over Jamie with hands and lips letting loose years of sexual repression. 

Jamie soon matched Emily's intensity and worked off Emily's pink spaghetti top, letting her breasts spring free. Somehow they managed to get themselves into a sitting position and Jamie lost her top. They took turns fondling and suckling one another's breasts and moaning in pleasure. Neither one surrendered control so first one rose to dominance only to be overwhelmed by the others ministrations.

Finally they parted for a much needed intake of breath. Watching the two sensual women gasping with their breasts rising and falling was very exciting, but I didn't want to come off the sofa and let my eighteen year old hormones take over. Emily fixed Jamie with a look of hunger and pushed Jamie down again.

While she kissed Jamie's nipples, her hand went down to the short pajama bottoms and pushed them down. When the sexual dynamics became difficult, Jamie rose up and wiggled out of the bottoms. Now she was totally naked before her beautiful blonde lover. It didn't take fifteen seconds for Emily to reveal and revel in her total nakedness as well.

I let out a low whistle. Jamie smiled while Emily gave me a more cautious glance.

"You are both very beautiful, my ladies. If you would accept a piece of advice; tell each other what feels good and what you want to do. You are both very smart and can figure out what brings you the most pleasure." Did I just sound like a Cosmo advice column?

"It works for Craig and me, "Jamie confessed. "I've done things I'd only dreamed about before. It allows us and explore without fear or regret." Jamie took a page from my book and touched Emily on her inner thigh right about the knee. Emily gave a slight gasp, standing very still. Jamie traced a line up higher until I could barely see it. Emily trembled.

Jamie rubbed very slight along the labia. Emily pushed her body against Jamie's hand and Jamie purred as she moved her finger along the inner lips. Emily stole a look my way, uncertain and looking for affirmation of her actions. As I nodded a great weight lifted from her shoulders as she was free to be true to her desires for the first time in her life.

Emily returned Jamie's actions and soon Jamie was squirming. Jamie pushed a finger into Emily that elicited a pleasurable intake from the cheerleader. Jamie then did what I considered the most highly charged erotic move so far; she brought her penetrating finger up to her lips and sucked the juices off.

"Mmmm ... I like," Jamie purred. Emily pushed her finger into Jamie with predictable results. Emily brought Jamie's juices up; drawing the finger along her lower lip as she grinned then puckered up and drew the finger into her waiting mouth. All I could think of was how in the hell did I get into that action.




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 02



Emily went back to Jamie's nipples but her real intention was to go farther down. Jamie stroked Emily's golden locks as she kissed her stomach. With rapt attention she began running her fingers through Jamie's pubic hair then touching the top of her vagina before pulling back to repeat the process. Jamie's stomach began to convulse from the sensations.

"Am I doing this right?" Emily teased; all Jamie could do was nod vigorously. Emily kissed Jamie's belly button as a reward for Jamie's enthusiasm. I knew how much Jamie loved oral sex so Emily was in for a treat. Right when Emily kissed the top of Jamie's cunt where her clit was hiding, Jamie popped up.

"Wait!" she shouted. Emily looked shocked. "Move around," Jamie beamed and when Emily looked confused Jamie moved sidewise far enough around to touch Emily's stomach. "We'll 69," Jamie explained. Emily inhaled deeply and smiled.

"Okay ..." Emily said trying to sound reluctant but actually coming across as over-eager. 

Emily shifted her body as Jamie wiggled underneath her. Seeing Emily lift her leg up so that Jamie could position herself beneath her lover became the new 'most erotic' sight. Emily had to lower herself down slowly but once she was close enough Jamie wrapped her arms around Emily's thighs began licking her pussy with a vengeance.

The cheerleader stopped her own actions long enough to let out a long, deep moan.

"That feels so good Jamie." Jamie responded in what I suspected was a tongue whirl; a trick I had learned to use on Jamie were I put my tongue in, swirling it from deep inside up to the clit in one continuous circle. I was glad to see some of my hard work and experience was paying off for my lover. I wondered if I was even old enough to think of having a 'lover'.

"Jamie I ..." Emily said in a cautionary tone. Jamie made slightly pleading noise from Emily's muff. I thought I knew the problem.

"Jamie, stop trying that. You like that," (referring to anal sex) "but Emily might not -- so stop it."

Jamie made another sound; that one of disappointment. Emily looked at me long enough to shoot me a grateful look. I shrugged and smiled -- that was my job. Before long I caught Emily shifting her arm and hand slight. Jamie gave a start.

"Oh Fuck!" she screamed and as she was racked with spasms Emily started to sputter and gulp.

"Wow ... that was ... a lot," Emily gasped after a moment. "I don't ... wow." Jamie didn't stop her assault on Emily's pussy and was soon causing Emily to tremble and shake. Emily was still propped up between Jamie's legs, but her eyes were closed in concentration.

"Yes yes yes yes ... Oh Jamie! Yes!" Emily shouted as she came violently. She didn't come nearly the volume of Jamie, but her whole body tensed up and pinned Jamie's head down between her shivering legs. Jamie was moaning and slurping. Emily was left panting and shaking.

"Craig," Emily said weakly. "Help me, I can't move and I'm afraid I'll fall on Jamie."

"I'm okay," giggled Jamie. Sadly for her, Emily's opinion was what mattered in this decision. I went to Emily and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up to me then over to lap as I gently fell back.

Emily curled up on my lap and put her head on my shoulder. Jamie rolled up on her side and looked at the two of us smiling like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. Emily stroked my arm so I gently put my hand on her hair and head.

"That was awesome!" Emily exulted. "Thank you too Craig." I had to laugh while Jamie snickered evilly.

"Jamie?" I questioned.

"I have to agree with Emily; it was awesome; more than I'd hoped for," Jamie sighed. "What about you Craig."

"If I don't have sex in the next ten minutes I swear I'll explode," I begged.

Emily wove her arms around my neck and put her face an inch from mine, her open blue eyes searched for some kind of understanding.

"Craig, I love you as a friend. You are my second most favorite friend and I appreciate what you've done for me, but you and I can only be friends. I hope you understand."

Emily, the most desirable girl/woman I've ever met was naked, in my lap, in the basement of my best friend's house. I kissed her on the cheek, nodded.

"I understand," I managed to say for which she kissed me and hugged me even tighter.

"Oh," she giggled, "you really are big and hard." I didn't know about big, but I was definitely hard.

"Don't stroke it," Jamie teased.

"What?" Emily asked.

"If you do he'll come in his pants," Jamie joked. "I speak from experience."

"Thanks," I responded with fake bitterness.

"I'll take care of you," Jamie promised. She got up and got onto her knees before me, looking damn sexy doing so.

"Can I watch?" Emily asked. Jamie smiled greedily, not wanting to waste an opportunity to look desirable before Emily. I was an eighteen year old with the faintest glimmer of hope that the head cheerleader might be bi-sexual, so I could have only one response.

"I don't mind," I coughed.

"You are such a great guy," Emily insisted as she sensually flowed up out of my lap. I was still watching her naked ass move away when Jamie started working on my pants. I already had my shoes off so I focused my energy on removing my shirt.

Jamie had taken care of me in the past few days so I was not so overcome by the sexuality that surrounded me. As Emily had pointed out, I was more than ready to go. Jamie took my pants down along with my underwear as I moved my butt off the sofa. She tossed my pants aside then put a lone hand on my cock. She gently tugged up on my member while she got this devilish grin on her face.

She moved between my knees as she began pushing her spare hand up my chest. When she kissed the top of my cockhead I gave a guttural moan and look up at the ceiling. When I looked back I saw immediately that Emily had moved close while returning to her knees. She seemed to be fascinated with both the existence of my penis and the blowjob that had only now started.

Jamie focused her attentions on me. We had learned together and licking along the shift and giving deep kisses on my balls. So far playing with my ass had become something that both weirded me out yet I didn't mind as much as I had thought it would. It still drove Jamie over the edge though, so she kept trying to share the 'joy' with me. 

Jamie had also gotten much better at taking more of me in her mouth. Her gag reflex lessened with practice and we practiced almost every day. Perhaps the greatest thing she had learned though was how to keep me on edge without sending me over into orgasm. She was working on that right now. It also gave me a sudden shot of inspiration.

"Emily," I beckoned her to the sofa. She came over hesitantly. "Trust me," I asked to which she nodded. One of my hands touched her jawline; a finger lingered before drawing a line down to a nipple. As I teased it between my forefinger and thumb Emily gave a deep breath that caused her chest to heave. She closed her eyes and I figured she was imagining someone else doing that to her.

Jamie switched hands on my cock and put her other hand between Emily's thighs. Emily spread her legs and lowered herself onto Jamie's palm in response. Jamie wasn't being overly gentle, but she had Emily panting and clawing at the sofa cushions in no time.

"Climb up on the sofa beside Craig," Jamie ordered. Emily looked at Jamie momentarily dazed then scrambled up keeping her eyes on her dark-haired lover.

Jamie took her hand back from Emily's snatch and used it to position my cock as she climbed up over me and lowered herself down.

"So good," Jamie breathed as more and more of my penis entered her. Jamie had not ceased to be a tight fit. I wondered if all girls were like this, but not for long. The present was too good. When I fit the last of my length into Jamie I had to caution her.

"I'm close," I said with a strained voice.

"Hang on a little longer," Jamie responded urgently. She put her now-free hand back between Emily's legs and began to push in and out rapidly. Emily jerked slightly and I imagined it was a little uncomfortable, if not painful, but Emily didn't speak out.

"God you are so wet Emily," Jamie commented. "Do you like this?"

"Yes," Emily whispered.

"Are you a slut?" Jamie asked.

"What?" Emily responded; a bit shocked.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jamie teased.

"No," Emily panted earnestly.

"Are you a slut?" Jamie repeated.

"Yes," Emily answered after a few seconds of hesitation.

"Emily, I want you so much," Jamie moaned. "Kiss me." Emily quickly obeyed which was too much for me.

"Fuck!" I growled as I lost control. Jamie rode me even harder. Even as I was pumping the last of my semen into her, her vagina closed rapidly on me. I had hold of Emily's nipple and now pulled on it hard.

"Craig!" Jamie screamed as she thrashed about on tome of me. Emily pulled her head around and kissed her deeply once more. Jamie's hands had not let up. If anything, Jamie's thrashing had driven Emily farther down toward her own climax. She reached out to me and dug her well-manicured fingernails into my shoulder making me grind my teeth in pain. 

"Oh Yes!" Emily gasped through tortured lungs.

As Emily writhed in orgasm her fingernails dug deeper into me until I was afraid she might actually snap my collarbone. Her whole body shook even harder than it had the first time. I kept massaging her breast with my hand until she stopped me with her own hand.

"Thank you," Emily smiled at me. "If you weren't a guy ..." She slumped down on her butt, still on the sofa. Jamie fell on me and pressed her hands against my chest. I felt myself contracting within her. It wasn't until slipped out and more fluids followed did I even realize how soaked the cushions and I were. Jamie had an amazing capacity to cum.

"What do we do next?" Emily asked softly.

"I think we all get cleaned up and then we finish with the movie," I suggested.

"Then we send Craig home and it is you and me all night long," Jamie added.

"Great!" Emily jumped then looked suddenly guilty toward me. "Sorry," she said in a small voice. I laughed.

"I don't mind. As you said, we are all friends here. That is what is important to me."

"Isn't Craig the cutest fuck-toy in the whole world?" beamed Jamie.

"Hey!" I faux-squawked.

"Second-best," Emily giggled. It was Jamie's and my turn to blush, but for different reasons.

Le Femme Nikita really was a female empowerment flick and when it was over I made my good-byes, getting to French kissing both the girls on the way out. I left pretty fucking awesome myself and dreamed things that might be which normally dwelt in the spank-banks of most of my classmates.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 03



*Standing up for what you believe in may hurt now; not making a stand hurts forever*

(Friday Night)

On Friday night we buried Goslin, our major competition for Conference Champions. Our two running backs scored more than I did, but I could have cared less; it was a big win. At the end I even had some Goslin players pick me up and tell me what a good game I played. When asked about our toughest game though, I told the reporter that it had been Hoover, the smallest school, because they never quit; never stopped giving a 110%.

Our win was also big for another reason; Blair was back for the game. He couldn't play, but he could make commentary and I tried to be polite enough to listen. He clearly despised me and I worried just a bit about what he said on the sidelines when I was playing. At the after party, Blair drank too much and got a bit pissy, but I ended up being thankful because his poor sportsmanship helped me become more solid with the undecided teammates. 

Had it not been for the obvious cock-block, I might not have noticed that Amber was with my little cliché of hotties (technically Jamie's little cliché). Her BF, Jack Rollins had gotten hurt on one of the last downs and had to miss the party. Amber was nice; she'd been Emily's friend since the eighth grade, so there was some mutual tolerance between her, Jamie and me.

(Saturday Afternoon)

You would think that in the days of instant communications that people would be more mindful of what they did a little more, especially with camera phones, audio recordings, and text messaging. I received the call shortly before two in the afternoon from Emily that I had to get to her place ASAP. I grabbed Jamie along the way and we're ushered into Emily's family's home. I was the QB -- which appeared to be an all-access pass to any high school girl's bedroom. What was wrong with these people?

Jamie went to Amber while Emily came to me. We had a pretend kiss which had a little more heat than I was used to which made me suspicious. Amber looked like she'd a rough morning. She was whispering with Jamie while Emily pulled me aside and showed me some pics with Jack and some girl I barely knew. They seemed to be having a good time.

About pic five I saw that they were having too good a time. She was in too few clothes, and too drunk, for this to be a situation that ended well. Apparently she was too far gone to get any more pics out after that, but she'd woken up a few hours ago thinking that she and Jack were an item and was texting that to everyone she could think of. I could have heard that train wreck from the next county over.

Right after we got there the counter-text campaign began. Jack was claiming that Gina Orwell was some skank he'd met while buying some beer and she's been all over him. He apologized to Amber and threatened Gina if she didn't quit her delusional attacks and got over herself. How a person with the sole talent of being able to throw a stupid football more than ten yards was supposed to handle this emotional minefield was beyond me.

I started at the beginning (for me):

"Amber, do you want Jack back?" Amber looked at me confused and distraught.

"What do I do?" she muttered.

"Tell the asshole he blew his chance with you," Jamie insisted. "You have friends. Finding another guy to date shouldn't be too hard."

"This close to Homecoming?" Amber all but wailed.

"We'll let you have Craig," Emily promised which surprised the hell out of me. Was I consulted on this major social upheaval -- No.

"Sure," Jamie agreed. "Emily and I will go as a couple." Jamie hid her smirk well.

Amber looked over at me hopefully, "I wouldn't want to get in the way of anything," she protested. I knew what came next. I stepped up and took Amber by her hands and looked into her eyes.

"Amber, would you like to go to Homecoming with me?" Amber looked totally taken off guard.

"I must look like a total mess," she evaded. Her gaze when to Emily's who nodded. Jamie nodded too.

"Okay," Amber said.

"It will be just you and I, unless you have some friends you would like to bring along," I hinted. Amber smiled for the first time I'd seen today. One I got over the attractiveness of Amber's smile did it dawn on me how much I would be on the hit list of every other heterosexual male who didn't have a date to Homecoming (and maybe a few that did). If it mattered at all, I could reconcile myself with the knowledge that Amber was the friend of a friend and nothing more.

(Monday)

Remember what I said about instant communication? By the time I walked in the doors with Emily and Jamie I was back to 'Who is this guy?' Even my scholastic friend didn't know what to make of my latest social blunder. Jack Rollins knew what to do though.

"Craig, what the fuck are you doing?" he snapped at me in the hallway before first period.

"Going to class," was my hopeful reply.

"What the hell are you doing with Amber? Aren't Emily and Jamie enough for you?" he was positively growling now. I was wondering how to best put this.

"Clearly not, besides "... and he shoved me. I rocked into several people and I was suddenly glad Jack hadn't brought an army.

"Jack, Amber dumped you because of those photos," I said as I evaded his next rush, "and I wasn't going with anyone, and she was right there ... and it sort of happened. Can we still be friends?" Wasn't 'can we still be friends' the kiss of death for a relationship?

"Fuck off!" he snarled then stormed off through the crowd. To my classmates credit they all didn't look away like nothing had happened. Some had real sympathy, but I wasn't sure for whom.

(Lunch)

It was all over the school by the time I joined my (now three) ladies. Jack had aimed at getting even with me and Amber and had made the next obvious move. He'd asked Emily to Homecoming, figuring that I'd burned her the way he'd been burned. Emily had been very sweet and polite, but insisted she already had a date.

Jamie had been next his target. She'd been less diplomatic. Jack had made the mistake of making a public display of allowing her to go to Homecoming with him. Jamie had giggled in his face then informed him that she was going with Emily ... plus Amber and me. After that emasculation no girl wanted to touch him.

Jack hadn't been my enemy before this, but he quickly gravitated to Blair's circle. Some of my allies made a point of coming over and talking to me and Amber, giving some good-natured ribbing. In my favor, the Cheer Squad was completely behind me (and Emily and Amber); my geek buddies basked in the peripheral coolness; so I could deal with two pissed off jocks.

(Saturday -- Homecoming)

Our Homecoming game had been against Columbia Creek. They were at the bottom half of the league so they didn't give us too much trouble. They played a fair game so we didn't run up the score. It turned out that our game didn't matter too much because on the same night Panther Hill lost their Homecoming to little Hoover. Consider how rough a game Panther Hill had played with us, we could only cheer Hoover on with all our hearts.

What placed all that back to the corner of my mind was how good Amber looked when I came by to pick her. Jack was an idiot for stepping out on this girl. Her look of uncertainty was tender when she came into the den where I sat with her mother father and little sister. She really didn't know me and now I was in charge of one of the two most important days of her High School life. I had no idea what we would do for Prom.

"Wow," declared as I stood up. "You look stunning." Amber gave a relieved smile then moved to her mother and gave the woman a hug.

"I want you back by eleven," the father instructed me.

"Father!" Amber gasped.

"Mr. Trenton (Amber's last name), I was thinking we would stay out until one, but I promise you we'll be with Emily the entire time," I countered. He measured me and my intentions. I was somewhat pleased he wasn't giving me a box of condoms and a hotel room key.

"Very well, Mr. Dawkins," he nodded. "It is an important night and we trust Emily."

He didn't trust me, but as hot as Amber was looking, I didn't totally trust me either. I took her to my car; got her to her side and she rewarded me with another smile. Once we are headed to the dance Amber turns to me.

"Thank you," she told me.

"Sure; no problem. What are you thanking me for?"

"I know that you would rather be going with Emily and Jamie," she offered.

"Amber?"

"Yes?" she answered.

"I want to be going to the party with you. I'm not saying I was ready to do this a week ago, but I'm certainly happy that I'm doing it now. You look fantastic and in the week I've got to know you I'm sure we are going to a great time," I informed her. She didn't give me an audible answer but did reach across the seat and held my hand.

I was a little late so we had to park farther from the banquet hall and with storm clouds over head I was really worried about the possibility of rain. We got to the dance okay and we hadn't been inside when we were jumped by Emily and Jamie. Emily looked absolutely perfect with the right mix of sensual and demur. 

Jamie made me gasp. The girl wore a black silk and lace number that reminded me of the twisted not-so-little girl I'd been attracted to initially. Her cover story was that she was the 'male' in the Emily-Jamie couple. I may have been the only other person who appreciated the joke. What I did get was the obvious attention of three women. I made a point of keeping Amber in the dominant position. Emily had taught me well.

Several of my football friends came over and asked Emily and Amber to dance. Jamie responded by asking several of their dates to dance -- all in the name of comedy of course. Jamie got away with so much crap, doing close dances and even dipping some of her partners. When Emily and I joined in the fun -- why I got the pleasure of dancing with one of my own lineman I'll never know -- and we got Amber to join in as well.

Before long odd partner swaps become the thing to do, not that there was anything home-erotic about it at all (right). By the time we left around ten I had to tease Jamie for bringing about the moral decay of Middle America. Jamie declared it was about time. Initially Amber and I thought we'd go to the local hang out to see and be seen but Emily told us she felt a bit nauseous and convinced us to go by her place.

By some miracle of pre-sentience Emily had informed her dad that I would be taking her home, so I was left packing up all three girls and going to Emily's. Emily's dad was up and he was pleased as hell to see me with his daughter, even if it was with friends. We climbed up the stairs to Emily's room and when we got the door shut Emily and Jamie fell onto the bed giggling like, well, school girls.

"Do we need to be going now?" I suggested. I really wasn't sure how much Amber was willing to digest. Play-acting at Homecoming was one thing, but this could be very different.

"Don't you dare," Jamie declared. She began wiggling out of her dress. I wasn't counting on the fact that Amber had seen girls disrobe hundreds of times so she took Jamie's actions in stride.

This gave me the time to appreciate some of the purchases we had been making for Jamie. What can I say; Jamie likes things slender, black, and lacy. I had about as much as I could take when Emily started taking off her dress as well. Why her parents allowed her to own baby-blue sheer underwear was beyond me.

"I'm going to put on some jeans and a t-shirt Amber. I have some of your clothes here if you want to change as well," Emily stated innocently. I could barely detect the undercurrent of nervousness.

"I ... Craig," Amber stuttered.

"I'll step outside," I offered.

"Oh Amber," Emily teased, "you two are dating now. It is okay." Amber stole an embarrassed look my way and all I could think of was how I promised her dad that I would keep us in Emily's company.

"Okay," Amber responded hesitantly. I turned away so that I could only get a side view of Amber. I quickly figured out that she knew what I was doing but was performing anyway. As I waited Emily handed Amber some clothes then she and Jamie proceeded to get dressed themselves.

"Well?" Amber said to me, sticking her chest out suggestively, even if only to tease. I reached out and ran my finger from her ear to chin.

"Very hot," I grinned. All three girls smile.

"What about you?" Jamie said accusingly. I looked confused until Emily pulled off her comforter and revealed a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes for me.

My first thought was how in the hell did Jamie get my stuff then I realized she knew the way into my room by way of the window, that tricky witch.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Emily prodded.

"Fair is fair," Jamie added. I looked to Amber for some release but she seemed overcome by events.

"Fine," I conceded, "but turn your backs while I change." The three girls all exchanged looks.

"Of course we will," Jamie assured me. I started to change and I caught all three girls pulling the same stunt I'd pulled with Amber. I felt horribly naked yet I'd been unclothed with two with these women before.

"Very nice," Amber congratulated me. I looked down into her face, searching for some level of surrender, and when I found it I kissed her. She kissed back cautiously.

"He's a stud," Jamie joked, "he's more than the two of us can handle, and he tries to make us happy. What more could a girl want?"

Amber looked amused then laughed out loud. Emily stepped up and hooked my arm.

"Craig's a sweet guy," Emily reassured Amber.

"Sweet tasting guy," Jamie giggled. I did my best to look mortified.

"Oh," Amber said in a way that could be taking well or poorly. To clarify for me, Amber came up and took my other arm.

With both arms pinned Jamie came up and stroked my chest.

"Just so we are clear, we aren't going to have a three-way tonight," she taunted. I moaned and Amber gasped.

"Craig I want to make it clear. I'm not that kind of girl," Amber clarified.

"What? You aren't going to torture me with sexual innuendo, skimpy clothing, and provide a false sense of masculine accomplishment?" I responded teasingly. Amber put her hand beside Jamie's.

"No, I'm not going to lick you from eyelids to toes and give you a blowjob that will leave you blinded with pleasure on the first date," she falsely panted.

"Excuse me, I think I have to go to the bathroom," I groaned. The three girls ignored my needs and led me out of the house after that. After I put Jamie and Emily in the back seat I was putting Amber in the front when she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so nice to me. You really are a fun guy." What could I say? At least she didn't call me nice.

(Later That Evening)

We were one of dozen couples at the Waffle Shack when Blair and a few of the football players came in. Blair and another guy, Ned, pulled up some chairs and helped themselves to our table.

"So tell me Craig, who gets to be on top?" he snickered. He'd been drinking more than was safe for someone of his average mental capacity.

"Blair," Emily pleaded.

"Shut up!" Blair snapped.

"Watch yourself Blair. I'd hate to have to put you back in the hospital," I said blithely. "Besides, you know what a screamer Emily is," I taunted the closet homosexual who had once been Emily's faux-boyfriend.

"Bastard," Blair growled.

"If you must know," Jamie grinned pleasantly, "I get to be on top and Emily sits on his face." Emily blushed furiously. Ned openly gawked and Blair sputtered. Amber nestled in closer to me seeking some level of comfort and stability. I put an arm around her.

"Now you are trying to nail another one," Blair observed. "At least Jack loosened her up for you."

"Excuse me," I told the ladies as I stepped up. Ned stood up to meet me.

"Ned I don't have a problem with you," I managed at which point he clobbered me. I was lying on the ground when the first foot hit my guts. I was trying to curl up into a ball and defend myself when I heard Jamie screaming furiously. Something got Ned off of me.

I was struggling to my feet when Ned threw Amber down on me. We splayed out on the ground. I could now here Blair screaming for Ned then Jamie squawked.

"God damn it!" the cook hollered. I used the confusion to get up and pulled Amber with and behind me.

Ned had Jamie back pressed painfully over the table. Emily hauled off and slapped him while her face was streaked with tears. I was getting ready to fling myself at Ned when I heard the cook shout again.

"That's enough. Let go of the girl and get the hell out of here," he directed to Blair and Ned brandishing a hot skillet. Emily, Jamie and I were pretty regular here.

Ned let Jamie go and backed away. Blair got on his crutches and when I saw his face he'd clearly been mangled by some fingernails. Only when the door shut behind those two did I allow myself to sit back down.

"Okay, what in the hell just happened?" I asked.

"I think Amber saved your ass," Jamie wheezed.

"Jamie attacked Blair," Emily added.

"Amber, you attacked Ned? He's twice your size," I wondered.

"You ... you are my date," she sounded embarrassed.

"Remind me to never piss you off," I said as I stroked her cheek.

"Amber, I'm proud of you," Emily added as she reached across the table and squeezed Amber's hand.

"What about me?" Jamie pouted.

"Jamie, we already knew you were crazy," I grinned to which Jamie responded by sticking out her tongue.

"How about we call it a night gang?" Jamie suggested. I had to nod. "We can go back to Emily's, get our clothes and head home." We gathered ourselves up and made the trek. Jamie and Emily didn't hesitate to give me more in the way of kisses than I normally got or deserved. Amber didn't only kiss me at the door; she ran her hands over my chest and thanked me for a wonderful night. Getting my ass kicked didn't turn out to be all that bad after all.

(Next Saturday)

By the next Monday everyone at school knew that Ned kicked me to the ground. What happened was a Cold War between my friends on the team and Blair's. The coach gave a pep talk that laid the blame fully on 'people that reach beyond themselves' which I took to be me. To my friends credit they saw through the bull crap.

Friday we fought a tough game against Panther Hill again. This time the outcome was never in doubt. For the second half we stayed two touchdowns up and I had to feel pretty happy how the team pulled together. I put in only the briefest appearance with Emily and Jamie before making our exit from the victory celebration.

On Saturday I promised to make it up to Amber. We went to the local place to be seen and acted like a real couple which seemed to make her happy. We were into some heavy petting in my car when Amber pulled away with a very serious look in her eyes.

"Emily is my best friend Craig. I'd never hurt her." 

How does one say that my two girlfriends are probably doing the exact same thing in Jamie's basement that we are doing right now? 

"Amber, if you don't feel comfortable about this I can take you home or we can go see what Emily is doing and just hang out there," I told her. That gives her a second's pause then she reaches across the car seat and starts kissing me again.

I have my hand inside the sweater and shirt but outside the bra when the phone rang. I groaned because I was really starting to believe Amber puts out on the second date and there all kinds of little tricks I'd learned with Jamie that I've been dying to try out on another girl. It was Emily with a 911. Seconds later I get the same from Jamie.

I didn't burn any red lights, but I didn't' dawdle either getting to Jamie's. I was in the 'Man Cave' within seconds and Jamie was shoving a phone in my face. What I saw filled me with a cold rage. Jack and some of his buddies were making Gina Orwell pull a 'train'. The girl was clearly distraught and teary-eyed, but Jack was egging her on so she submitted. Only when the last guy has come on her body did Jack grab her by the face, tell her what a whore she was, and walked away did Gina fall to pieces. 




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 03



No one had to coach me on what to do this time. I called Quantrill, my favorite wide-receiver and told him to gather up six guys. We had something to do. Emily insisted we have to find Gina first so I had the guys gather up and meet with me later. Tracking her down required us to travel from the back of the bar where she was jumped down the road to her little home on the wrong side of the tracks.

She was staggering home when we found her. She looked like hell. Her blouse had been torn so that here are no buttons left and her bra had been torn and mangled to the point it was useless. He skirt was a mess, according to the video her panties have been torn off, and her hose were torn. Her torso, face, hair and back were spackled with jism and it was sticking to what clothes she did have. In essence, she'd been humiliated again by being forced her to walk back home like this.

Her initial reaction to my approach was fearful. She knew my car and made the assumption that some of us jocks had come back for seconds. Amber, Emily, and Jamie had to pour out to the car to convince her that we were here to help. The presence Amber elicited was its own kind of fear until she grabbed the tearful Gina and pulled her close. Amber, Gina, and Emily piled into the back seat. Gina was mumbling about her clothes and Emily was promising to her new stuff. Jamie was a lot more succinct.

"Kill the bastard," she commanded me. I really didn't need the encouragement, but nodded to Jamie anyway. I dropped everyone off at Jamie's and she told me she was going to use her dad's car to pick us some stuff for Gina. I rendezvoused with my teammates after that. One of our guys has found Jack on the porch with three of his buddies, which is providence because I would have hated to having to hunt them down one at a time all night.

There was no preamble to the fight. No one said something macho. Jack and his buddies knew why we are there and my buddies knew these assholes were a stain on our team's honor. We slammed into them like a merciless wave. There was a reason I brought so many guys. I'd never intended this to be a fair fight. You earn fair fights. This is a lesson and we proceed to administer it with a vengeance.

We were polite enough to be waiting on the police when they arrived. This was not something I'd be running away from and my buddies stuck it out with me. We even helped the cop pile Jack and his bloodied buddies in the squad car and followed him to the station. This was a time when I proved that being the QB was worth something; we all showed up to face the music.

They called the Chief in, showed him the video Jack and his buddies took of Gina and were let off with a warning about disturbing the peace. I heard him saying something about 'boys being boys' before he dispatched Jack and his cronies to the clinic. Gina deserved more but in this town I figured this was what she's going to get. For the first time at school I'd laid down the law and wonder of wonders, people listened.

I sneaked into Jamie's place around four in the morning. She's left the door unlocked so I assumed I was welcome. I tried to be quiet but Jamie stirred when I came in. She was snuggled up to Amber on the sofa. Emily had her arms around Gina on sleeping bags on the floor. Soon all the girls were staring at me.

"We put Jack and his buddies in the hospital. The police have been dealt with. Gina, I sorry, but I doubt the cops are going to look into this further," I informed her.

Amber, Emily, and Jamie exchange a glance then kind of sneak looks to Gina.

"Why?"

"Essentially I think the cops are spineless," I responded.

"No," she clarified, "why did you do it?"

"Gina no one deserves to be treated like that, especially if they hide behind the name of my team. Would you rather I had not done it?" Gina seemed to think that over.

"I'm ruined in school now," she sobbed, "No one will want to touch me, much less go out with me." Sadly I knew that is not the truth. Anyone seeking an easy score would take Gina on a date, give her a few beers and expect her to put out. After all, she fucked four guys at the same time, right? What could I say?

"Gina, you are welcome at my table anytime," I offered.

"Sure, we would be happy to have you," Emily, the Queen, assured her.

"Of course. We both think Jack is a total douche. That has to count for something," Amber added.

Gina hugged herself into Emily's blossomy embrace. Emily shot me an awkward look that I'm willing to bet has more to do with arousal than anything else. We both knew how horribly inappropriate coming on to such a vulnerable girl would be. Amber being in the room made it all that much more impossible.

"Well, I thought you deserved to know," I told the girls as I turned to leave.

"Come back here and sit on the sofa," Jamie instructed me. I went to sit beside her in the corner when she scooted aside and left the space between Amber and Jamie the only place to settle into. I put my ass down, sliding a bit into the seat and was tandem attacked by both woman. The put their heads on my shoulders and proceeded to go back to sleep. Emily got up and cut the light off before joining Gina back on the floor. 

(Sunday)

I woke up to see Gina stretching as she sat on the floor, arms reaching toward the ceiling. She saw me looking at her and immediately blushed and looked away. I caught Emily looking over her shoulder at me. She'd been watching the show too. Gina had on a Nightwish t-shirt that was a little tight around the breasts and gym sweats which didn't do too much to hide her figure.

Gina went down on one elbow and looked Emily in her large blue eyes.

"Last night really happened didn't it?" Gina asked.

"Yes, but we've been trying to make it better," Emily answered. Gina then surprised both Emily and I being crossing the distance and kissing Emily on the lips.

"That's for not letting me be alone," Gina whispered. Emily nodded. Gina looked up at me, "Where you serious about letting sit at your table?" Before I could respond, Jamie piped in.

"Of course he was serious," she yawned.

"Woman, for the love of God, let me answer my own damn questions," I elbowed Jamie. To Gina, "I would be honored if you would, after all the crap my teammates put your through, spend some time with me in and out of school."

"You don't think ..." Gina began close to tears.

"I think you are pretty and tough," I finished for her.

"If he tries to have sex with you he'll have to go through me," Jamie declared.

"And me," Amber chimed in. Where the hell did that come from?

"And me too," Emily added a moment slower.

"Wow, I always thought you guys were so stuck up," Gina wondered.

"What me; stuck up?" Jamie faux-gasped.

"Actually no," Gina responded. "I kind of thought you were crazy."

I had to laugh. For some reason both Amber and Jamie decided to elbow me at the same time. With this kind of synergy I should put these girls on the team.

"Amber, um, aren't you angry about Jack and me and all the stuff I did?" Gina worried.

"I think I traded up," Amber corrected her. Now I was a used car ... who still wasn't going to get any sex anytime soon.

"I think we need to go out and be seen together," Emily announced, "after church that is." I groaned which Gina took the wrong way.

"Don't worry about Craig," Jamie smiled, "he's just watching his chances of sex going down the tubes for today." With that last addendum she patted my arm compassionately. 

After that, Amber, Emily and I went off to get ready for our Sunday ritual. Jamie and Gina would remain behind. I told Jamie to behave to which she gave me the 'who me?' expression. I couldn't get through the service fast enough and I was relieved to find Emily and Amber were waiting for me to pick them up for 'studying', or so the cover story went. We picked up Gina, took he by her place to check in with her mother and get her school stuff, we gathered back at Jamie's.

What Gina found to be the oddest part (to date) of our little troupe was that we actually studied and did our homework. Gina's horizons had always been limited to some low-paying job around town. The rest of us were aiming for college, but Emily didn't miss a beat drawing Gina in. Emily had this magic when it came to making people feel good and believe in themselves. It had worked gangbusters on Jamie.

Gina gravitated toward me which only made Amber territorial. Somehow I was trying to remember that I'd been having sex with Jamie and Emily (sort of) only two weeks ago, I found Amber's possessiveness odd. Soon Jamie and Emily had Gina boxed in and concentrated on her studies and Amber had her sole attentions on me.

By the time we were ready to go, Emily had decided that she would be dropping Gina off first. She made a great show of walking Gina to her home and even stopping by for a few minutes. We then drove past Amber's to drop Emily off and finally we stopped by Ambers. She gave me something way beyond the normal goodbye kiss.

"I don't want you feeling lonely," Amber murmured.

"Amber, I've been trying to get with you for days now. You are well worth waiting for," I promised. That made her happy, which was more than it did for me watching those tight-ass jeans skipping up the walkway. I went home and yanked furiously for an hour.

(Monday)

I set the record straight for waiting with Emily and Amber by Gina's bus. I had little doubt she'd been treated like a pariah onboard so the appearance of me on the scene escorting Gina in was a definite shock. Gina's spirits picked up noticeable and then something even more miraculous happened; several of the guys who had been with me when I went after Jack came by and made a point of talking with her too -- no coaching or anything.

By lunch Gina was close to being out of her shell. People she'd thought never even knew she existed stopped her in the hall and made small talk with her. In the twisted, convoluted system that was the High School hierarchy, Gina had become popular. To add to all the madness, my close buddy Quantrill came up and sat with Gina. She stammered repeatedly but he was a nice guy about it.

Jack stayed the hell out of my way and even non-jocks were giving him grief. At practice the coach pulled me aside to threaten me with the disruption to the team but his grip had slipped so far that I blew him off without repercussions. Blair joked within earshot about me now being with three whores. 

I asked him how it felt having Emily prefer to be with one man with four ladies as opposed to being with one man who clearly couldn't perform. Hitting so close to home made Blair angry as hell. It made Emily nervous but Jamie and Amber found it to be hilarious. Jamie even joke about which one of them wasn't worthy of being labeled a whore.

On Tuesday, Quantrill asked Gina out to the victory party; she just about fell out of her chair. After agreeing she cornered me and begged me to tell her if I'd put him up to it. I denied any involvement since that was the truth. I did catch up with Amber and Emily but they seemed as confused about it as I was. Even Jamie disavowed all knowledge, claiming that Quantrill must be a really nice guy.

Gina still asked to be part of our study group; good for her academic outlook, but another dark cloud on my sexual horizon. I did discover that I had lower than expected sexual boundaries with Amber. Her ass and the sides of her breasts were allowed to my wondering presence. She also did an excellent job of sucking the fingertips (figuratively) off my fingers -- God damn this girl had some suction. She had this look she would give me when she was doing it that whole finger-sucking thing was one part angel of innocence and one part tantalizing seductress. 

On Wednesday night Jamie pulled me aside and told me that Amber was about to explode, which I told her made two of us. She told me to come by tomorrow, but not to worry about studying. I didn't get too much sleep and I coasted through classes in a dream-like state. I couldn't get the girls and get to Jamie's fast enough.

(Thursday)

Jamie met me at the door with a t-shirt and not much else.

"If I had been your dad?" I joked.

"I would have been surprised that my dad had to knock and I'd have told him I was about to take a shower if he'd lost his keys," she said as she teased me with a turn of the hip that showed me the bottom of her black panties.

She attempted to saunter down the hallway with some dignity, but I pursued her and grabbed two handfuls of ass. Jamie squawked and swatted my arm.

"Me -- horny," I responded in my best caveman impersonation.

"Behave or you will be me-sexually frustrated," Jamie threatened. I put my hands around her hips and kissed her on her neck.

"If you want we can do it on the sofa," Jamie mused.

"I think we agreed to meet everyone downstairs," I sighed regrettably. Jamie reached up and patted my cheek.

"Good boy," she rewarded me. "You've made a commitment to Amber and I'd hate you if you became some selfish High School jerk." Sometimes girls are like landmines; you don't know you've made a mistake until they go off.

We made our way downstairs and I was brought up short. Amber and Emily were lounging on the floor wearing as much as Jamie, with the added bonus that they weren't wearing bras.

"You look nice," Emily greeted me. Amber said something a bit more direct.

"Get over here," Amber requested. 

She was nervous so I walked over to her, went to my knees and kissed her on the lips. When she started kissing me back I pushed her back onto the ground. Amber wrapped her arms my neck and held herself against me as I bore her down. Without waiting for me she began dry-humping urgently. Since she couldn't have been that sexual deprived I was thinking she was trying to make an impression. 

"Too many clothes," Jamie whispered in my ear. She started working my shirt up over my head. At the same time another set of hands were unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Emily even managed to plant a kiss on my hip and waist before moving down to Amber. It was cleverly done.

When I pushed up and let Jamie pull my shirt off Amber pulled off her shirt too. I slipped down and pressed my mouth to one nipple and started one of those tricks Jamie had taught me -- suckling with pulling with the teeth. I massaged the other breast with my hand taking great pleasure with the hardness of her nipples.

Amber began rubbing her hands through my hair and moaning softly. Jamie and Emily worked down my pants and underwear in several sharp pulls. Sex makes men ignore many types of pain; those that lead to the promise of sex being the easiest to ignore. I was now pressing my very aroused member against Amber's thigh. How did I get so lucky?

I moved up so that my penis was rubbing against her still covered pussy. Why was I the only one naked? That question didn't stay unanswered for long as Jamie moved down and leaned in close to Amber and me, breasts exposed and inviting. I started going from Amber's lips to Jamie's breast.

I was a bit freaked when Jamie slid a hand between us and starts rubbing Amber's breast that until recently I had been suckling at. Instead of reacting poorly Amber bucked harder against me and moaned, "Yes, yes," between kisses. Emily was placing gentle kisses along my hip and I assumed Amber's hips. I knew what Emily wanted and needed, so I scoot off Amber and use my free hand to pull down her panties. 

Emily took over and finished getting the panties off and then started kissing the inside of Amber's thighs. This seemed to be driving Amber nuts so Jamie upped the ante. She started nibbling on Amber's ear, Amber turned to look at her and Jamie kissed her. I took this as my cue to move down and start working on Amber's breasts again and playing with her cunt with my fingers.

Emily's fingers join mine and I can feel her lips come to Amber's labia which she uses her fingers to push aside before she went diving in. Emily was working her best friend over well and it wasn't long before Amber cried out and arched her back. Emily drank her up hungrily while Jamie stole her breath away with a passionate kiss.

Amber propped herself up and looks down at Emily whose cum-drenched lower face was filled with fear and indecision about what she's just done.

"Amber I ..."

"Emily, you have been my best friend forever. It isn't like I didn't suspect you of being a little different," Amber assured her.

"I was afraid you wouldn't understand," Emily said happily.

"I'm not sure I understand either," Amber began, but seeing Emily's worry added, "But I liked it. I liked it a lot. Now if the two of you don't mind, I want to get Craig's rocks off." Amber for the win! "He looks like he's suffered long enough."

"Why don't you get on top?" Jamie suggested. "I have something in mind."

Amber nodded and I was over-eager so I quickly found myself on my back and Amber was poised over me. With one hand she opened her flower to me and she pressed down on my chest with the other hand. Amber did a quick intake of breath and lowered herself incrementally down onto my penis. Amber wasn't as tight as Jamie, but she was warm and comfortable and special in her own way. Maybe guys put too much emphasis on tightness and not enough on how warm and wonderful it feels to be inside a woman.

I soon found another pressure down farther on my legs and was rewarded with the picture of Emily cupping Amber's breasts and nibbling on her neck. Amber closed her eyes, moaned and was totally getting into getting pleasured from below and behind. I would have seen more if it wasn't for Jamie straddling my face and smiling down at me.

"Please Craig," she asked gently. I shook my head in the affirmative because I just loved the taste of Jamie. I immediately found the location of my old companion in ecstasy, Jamie's clit, and teased it with my rolled up tongue. I then proceeded down her folds once before starting to drill my tongue in and out in sharp moves.

Jamie shuddered slightly. I couldn't hear much as her thighs bracketed my head but she was getting progressively wetter and rocking back and forth. I was caught off-guard when she moved forward and stopped. That pretty much left me without a safe option to breath. Only later did Jamie tell me she'd closed with Amber and they'd begun kissing and biting each other's lips. 

All I could tell at the time, beyond the shortness of breath, was that Amber began grinding herself against me furiously. Now I'm a good athlete and that means I have good breath control so I wasn't frantically tapping on Jamie's thigh, but I was stroking it firmly indicating I needed air. Jamie stat up then rolled backwards; a maneuver I rewarded her with a full length lick from clit to anus. She stayed there, clearly hoping I would repeat the action.

I began to probe her butthole with my tongue which gave her a shiver. She really loved this stuff. I had barely entered her when she gave with a mighty spasm of the hips and fluids on my chin and neck. On shaky legs Jamie dismounted my face and moved so that she was kissing me deeply on the side of my face, neck, and lips.

"Oh fuck!" Amber panted, "That is so hot!" Emily took that moment to twist both of Amber's nipples and nibble on her ear. Amber's muscles rippled through her vagina in a way that was completely new to me. She kept grinding back and forth against me and I was close enough that I grabbed her hips and held her in place.

"Wait Craig; are you close?" Amber asked in an excited voice. It dawned on me that I'd never asked Amber about protection.

"Yes," I ground out between stressed impulses.

"Emily, scoot down," Amber asked. Emily slid off, confused but not for long.

Amber moved down me far enough to wrap her lips around my cock and start sucking with her lips while pumping me with her hand. It was fantastic. I was able to prop myself up and stroke her cheek.




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"I'm close," she pumped even harder, "Oh God ... cumming!" Amber wouldn't quit; she kept swallowing and swirling her tongue along the head as she milked me of every last drop.

Amber climbed up my body and I saw she had some of my semen in her mouth. As she leaned into kiss me Jamie caught on to what Amber was doing and squealed in delight.

"Me too!" 

I left that to Amber and we exchanged bodily fluids for several seconds before Amber turned to Jamie and they repeated the process.

Emily looked a bit left out so I motioned her toward me. When she came up to my side I cuddled next to her and smiled.

"No one has gotten you off, now have they?"

Now Emily looked really nervous, but also intrigued.

"Poor Emily," Jamie said sympathetically as she crawled around from behind.

"We really can't have you suffering like this," Amber said coming around in front Emily. Now Emily was shivering. She looked to me for support so I kissed her.

"It is going to be okay," I reassured her. She smiled up at me, taking comfort in the trust we shared.

Jamie put her hands on either side of Emily's head, tilting it back so she could plant a kiss on Emily's forehead. Amber came to Emily's knee and kissed it at its apex. She ran a hand from behind the knee to mid-thigh. Emily closed her eyes as Jamie moved her head from my shoulder into her lap. Jamie ran her fingers through her scalp to her cheeks and finally to Emily's lips where they were kissed lovingly.

There is a lot guys can learn by watching women make love. First off, it isn't a race to get to the breasts; it is a slow dance played with a level of control and acceptance that I wasn't used to. Jamie took it so delicately that Emily was able to trace behind her movements along her chin, neck and breastbone. Emily was reacting to it in such a manner that I wasn't sure she was even aware of Amber's progress between her thighs.

I knew she wasn't following Amber's movements because she gave this little start when Amber go close enough to breathe on her outer lips. She moaned and shook her head slowly between Jamie's breasts. Amber was taking her time, moving in with deeply passionate kisses then withdrawing to let the sensation to be savored by Emily. She repeated this process again and again, picking up the pace each time until she finally gave them one long kiss and her first lick.

Emily tried to push herself down toward Amber's teasing mouth but Amber was having none of it. Emily moaned in frustration. Amber put both her hands on Emily's hips and began increasing her exploration. Pulling upon what little experience she'd gained from Emily's efforts minutes ago she simply did to Emily what Emily had so expertly done to her.

Right when I was starting to feel like the fifth wheel Jamie tapped my head and motioned me to Emily's closest breast. I scooted down and quickly moved aside Jamie's questing fingers and took Emily's nipple and as much breast as I could take into one slow wet oral embrace. Emily's hand came down to my head and caressed it. This much she would allow me.

I was so caught up in Emily's gyrations I almost missed Amber taking one hand down and inserting at least one finger into Emily. That set Emily off and she was shifting back and forth violently before she screamed out and stopped thrashing.

"Fantastic ... "Emily panted. "Amber, thank you." Amber looked up, very pleased with herself and wrapped in success of her first time.

"That was pretty good for me too, but I still think I'll stick with Craig for the time being," Amber admitted.

"I think it is more a matter of bringing Emily around to our way of thinking," Jamie joked. "I'm pretty happy with Craig too. Emily?" Emily responded by coming up to me and planting another kiss on my lips.

"For a guy he's kind of nice, but he's still just a friend," she sighed lovingly.

"I'm okay with that," I told. What could I say? Emily was a really good friend and if she was going to be different I was a good enough friend to respect her wishes.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 04



*Friendships don't latest forever, they are built forever*

(Ten Months Later)

A quick recap: Jamie was having sex with Craig and Emily in equal measure; Amber was having sex with mostly Craig but occasionally Emily; Craig and Emily were not having sex but were good friends. Does that make sense? If so, explain it to me; Craig.

High School football was great. We took our team to All-Regional, losing out All-State to Dillon City but since they were twice our size we didn't take all that bad. The real benefit was that a dozen of us got scouted by some colleges. I was stunned by getting three offers. I immediately went to the women to figure out what we would do.

Jamie got a scholarship to State in Computer Engineering (did I mention that she was the brains of the outfit?), Emily got a partial scholarship for Cheer Squad to State as well and Amber could swing the tuition. I took State's offer though it promised the least play time the next two years. Their quarterback was really, really good.

In high school we got endless ribbing for our choices. It was all made better by my good buddy Quantrill's choice to go to State as well. It would be good to have a guy friend because sometimes guys need to hang out with guys. Quantrill and some of my other teammates claimed it was a desperate need for sleep.

On the plus side I broke six feet before I started tryouts. I also put on twenty pounds which made me more of a fireplug. Quantrill got taller and faster -- fast enough to make the team as a walk on. It didn't hurt that I could hit Quantrill from Mars we were so good together. Mind you, Lawrence Morgan, the real QB, was quicker in the scramble, had a better arm, and was taller which comes in handy when the defensive line is trying to block you. Against him; he wouldn't run the ball and he was arrogant, both fueled by his (and most people's) certainty that he would go pro.

In a turnabout from High School, I loved the coach, his style, and his playbook. He liked my enthusiasm too. He promised me that if I held out for two years I'd be his man, and I believed him. This guy had a way with people. I did well in scrimmages and developed a great rapport with 'my' guys on the offensive line.

School-wise Emily went for Journalism, Amber went for Sports Medicine. They were happy with the possibilities so what could go wrong? I went for Biology because I actually wanted to study something other jocks weren't in plus I actually was good at it, and Jamie, as mentioned, went for Computer Engineering. I took one look at her course work and had a strong desire to do a practice without a helmet.

(First Week)

Our first day of classes was a massive shock. Sure we knew things would be different, but we went from being somebodies to absolutely nobodies. Even being part of the football team didn't mean anything. My own senior teammates treated me like I barely existed. To teachers I was someone who had to earn the grade all on my own not some pampered elite. 

No one at school knew my name and it was weird to walk across campus as a non-entity after such a phenomenal senior year in my little high school in a town virtually no one could find on a map. I took a seat in my first class and grabbed a place in the middle of the room. I caught the guy across the way looking at me.

"You are that guy," he stated.

"Huh?"

"One of the freshman on the football team," he said.

"Hi, that's me. I'm Craig," I offered my hand. The guy shook it.

"I'm Barney," he told me. "So what are you doing here?"

"I was dumb enough to place out of 101," I laughed. Barney also chuckled.

"Me too."

"So, why are in in advanced Biology? You have football," Barney asked.

"Dude, the odds of me going pro in the NFL is 20,000 to 1; the odds of me finding a job at a pharmaceutical corporation are 10 to 1. Guess which odds I'm playing?" I grinned. Barney nodded.

"Do you want to study together?" Barney offered.

"Deal," I agreed. The teacher came in to bring the class to order. I thought he was a bit young then I learned she was a graduate student. Freshmen classes didn't deserve the attention of actual teachers. Better yet, our 'teacher' informed us that a quarter of us wouldn't finish the class. Her name was Eleanor Cosby and I loved her optimism.

After the class our teacher pulled me aside and waited for most of the students to leave. She looked terribly ferocious for a small woman. She started off by poking me in the chest.

"Listen up Mister. I don't care that you are part of the football program. I'm going to ride you doubly hard. If you don't perform to my expectation I'll flunk your ass." She stormed out without me getting in a word and I was left wondering what I'd already done wrong.

When the gang gathered for dinner (along with half the student body) we compared our day. Everyone was upbeat, especially Jamie who found it cool to be with people that almost as smart as she was. We all thanked her for that. Only I had a bad experience. No one knew what to make of it. Emily was strangely distant.

This was how things went horrible wrong (or right). We were in our pre-season game with Hudson State. Morgan had a flawless game. He did so well that the coach put me in for the second half. I did surprisingly well. I didn't get horribly mangled and ran in for a touchdown, proving that I was just as dangerous inside the twenty. A few reporters asked me about my time so I told them that was up to Morgan and the coach.

After the game a new truth came to light; we weren't in rural Kansas anymore. Emily showed up with her date, an honest to God girl. She was a junior, very attractive, and a bit condescending. She could legally buy beer after all. Jamie took the news a bit hard so Amber gave the two of us the night. It was a sensitive night like we hadn't had since the beginning.

Later at night I was rubbing Jamie's shoulder and gently pushing deeper into her ass when my roommate, Jesse, showed up. I yanked some covers up in time so we avoided total embarrassment. He made some excuses but Jamie refused to stop her pleasure and pushed against me.

"Harder Craig," she groaned, "I want it harder."

My roommate made a hasty exit and I pinched her ass. That made her wiggle with pleasure so I stroked up to her nipples and began twisting and pulling on one of her nipples. Jamie turned her head and bit my arm hard enough to leave a mark. Something about her and pain was such a turn on. I pounded her harder and she let up on her hold to concentrate on the sensation. 

Seconds later I felt her ass clench and I was shooting off into her. 

"Thanks Craig," Jamie moaned into the pillow. "That was great." I wrapped my arms around her even as I felt our combined juices soaking into my crotch and the bed. The reality of sex is that you often have to change your sheets and flip your mattress. For Jamie it was worth it.

(Second Week)

The first game of our season was against Carson. State has two rivals, Central, who we hated with a passion and Carson who we despised. I hadn't been in school three weeks and I hated Central through osmosis. I really couldn't explain it any other way. Carson was our out of state rival and our rivalry was relatively short term; say fifty years or so. They'd also won the past five outings. They were in a rebuilding year though.

We went on the field and warmed up as the game got ready to go. Carson got the ball first but only got to our thirty. I was sitting on the bench talking to our punter when the coach called me over. I trotted over to see what he wanted.

"Yeah coach?"

"Where is your helmet?" he asked. I looked back to the bench where I'd left it then it dawned on me what he meant. My mouth gaped. I grabbed my helmet and ran onto the field. I had the distinct displeasure of telling Morgan to go see the coach about this whole unasked for change in events. I had to make the first play. I reminded myself of every defense Carson ran.

I swept to the right and got eight yards. As we marched up to the line I looked over to the sidelines but the coach stood there like a stone. Our fans realized what was happening and started booing me. I could hardly blame them. I tossed for a first down, ran a running play for the next two, and put three more before putting it in the end zone with a goalpost dive. Now everyone was cheering.

The coach didn't explain anything when I sat down, but Morgan glared an all too familiar brand of hate. Hadn't I left high school behind to get away from this? Morgan and I alternated between series of downs and Carson was never able to adjust. The coach played it all brilliantly and we won the second most important game of the season. The point that I was now 'somebody' didn't suck.

Nothing strikes up the masculine allure like victory and now that I was a victor. I suddenly had all kinds of upperclassmen woman (is that how it is said?) wanting to know me. Those made me feel full of myself right up until Jamie came up and put me into a headlock.

"Mine!" she shouted. A few people were stunned, a few teammates laughed at me, and a few daggers were glared Jamie's way.

When we broke through the crowd I put my hand around her waist and held her tight.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Hell Craig, do I have to put a brand on your ass?" she smiled evilly. Somehow I thought she was only half kidding.

"I'll be good," I swore.

"Actually I want you to be bad," she teased me while playfully drawing one of my fingers to her lips and biting it.

"I can do that to," I promised.

We caught up at a party with Amber and she rushed into my arms and buried me in kisses. Her friends seemed suitably impressed that she knew me. They were confused about Jamie until they exchanged their own kiss. From that point on I was The Guy -- the Weird Sexually Twisted Guy, but still The Guy.

It was our first night together on campus and the bed was tiny for three but we made it work. Amber sat on my face and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled and kneeded them hard. She was bucking against me and when my tongue found her clit I wouldn't let up. I even snuck a finger in underneath and began finger fucking her with it, which only drove her harder. 

Jamie was riding my crotch and scratching my chest so much I knew I was going to catch hell from the physical trainers come Monday. At the time it was well worth the pain. Jamie, the little vixen was getting off on it too because she was the first one to cum. I came right after that and I kept playing with Amber until Jamie came up my body and took control of Amber's breasts and nibbling on her earlobe. Amber came with a shudder and I drank her up.

We had just finished flipping the mattress (again) and putting on new sheet when Emily called sounding really upset. Twenty minutes later she was up at my place and crying into Amber's shoulder. It seemed that her new 'friend' had only been using Emily to make her previous paramour jealous and now that they were together, Emily was dumped to the curb.

We found ourselves cuddled on my bed, Emily against the wall and head resting on my shoulder, Jamie on top of me with her head on my chest, and Amber on the outside, my arm around her and resting her head on my other shoulder. Surrounded by three warm bodies I felt like I was being cooked alive. That is when Jesse walked in. He looked us over with disbelieving eyes.

"Jesus-Fucking-Christ man! Three?" he groused before turning and slamming the door.

"That guy has issues," Jamie observed.

"Is this going to be okay?" Emily asked.

"We'll deal with it," Amber said she put her head back down. I was asleep before I gave it much thought.

(Monday)

"Do it again," my favorite female grad student who was both my teacher and lab instructor growled at me. I looked to Barney who shrugged.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I pleaded. This was our first real lab experiment and I wanted to get it right. It only got harder from here.

"Figure it out on your own?" she gloated. I walked back over to Barney.

"Sorry for dragging you down with me," I mumbled to him. Barney shrugged.

"Eh, we'll get it right," he added and we did. When I brought it up she went over it studiously. She finally gave up in frustration.

"Completed."

"Thanks Eleanor," I sighed with relief. Right then I figured I'd fucked up again.

"Ms. Cosby," she seethed. "You will call me Ms. Cosby."

"I've heard the other students call you Eleanor," I griped.

"You are not most students, Mr. Dawkins. If you want to know how special you are you can ask any number of those drooling coeds walking around campus," she replied with anger.

"How about I try this again," I said hopefully, "Hi, I'm Craig, Ms. Cosby. What have I done to piss you off?"

"You breathe, Mr. Dawkins," she spat back. I responded logically; I held my breath. She didn't know what to make of that and left me hanging for nearly a minute.

"Get out of my sight, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I started breathing again and left. As I did so I imagined I might have seen the tiniest of smiles. Barney caught up to me and slapped me on the back.

"I thought she was going to let you choke out," he grinned. I could only nod.

Over the next few days Emily was all over me; I was her anchor in the strangest way considering her and Amber's relationship. I had a few teammates ask me about her in all kinds of sexual ways and I found myself beating them off with a stick. Why do so many guys assume that all a lesbian needs is a big stiff dick? If pissed me off for guys to think of Emily as if something was wrong with her.

Amber and I had the same circle of school acquaintances, Jamie and I shared the same math course, but Emily and I had the actual sport. I initiated the actual flirting on the field. The first time she seemed confused and a bit stiff, but afterwards she got more attention from other members of the cheer squad and the process fed on itself. 

The only people not happy with my activities were the coach (whoops!) and Emily's ex. Apparently Emily was supposed to take weeks to rebound and certainly not with someone like me. Emily got so excited that she came to me after one practice and pressed into me.

"You know, I almost want to have sex with you," she whispered.

"Would that be weird?" I responded. "You are my best friend." She hugged me even tighter.

(Third Week)

Claremont was our second game of the season and a solid victory. This game I got to play the last bit of the fourth quarter. It wasn't good but then I didn't expect much. The coach didn't hold my hand, but then that wasn't his job. Morgan gave me a bit of a verbal slap but I didn't care. For my freshmen year my numbers were good enough for me.

I did get an odd meeting with someone I came to identify as a 'booster'. He offered me a deal on a new car and praised me on my performance. He mentioned an 'off campus' party a few of the fans were holding for the team. I asked about bringing some friends and he asked me how many so I told him it was my three girlfriends. He stared at me then suggested that we do it next time.

It was okay; we cruised the local mall that had nearly had more stores than our entire town. We did things like order Chinese food and get sundaes before grabbing a movie. It was normal date stuff and we fell into our older order of me with Amber and Jamie with Emily. It felt great to leave the hectic world of college behind us for a few hours and be our old selves.

On Monday afternoon the college world came crashing back in the form of Ms. Cosby. As she reviewed my work she couldn't help but comment,

"Not the star athlete, are you Mr. Dawkins?"

"We won, didn't we?" I countered.

"Not with much help from you," she taunted me. I decided on a different tact since being reasonable wasn't getting me anywhere.

"Please call me Craig, Eleanor and I must say how stormy your brown eyes look today," I grinned. I swore she was about to take my head off.

"Do the work again, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I beamed kindness her way.

"Call me Craig please and I'd be glad to spend more time with you." I heard her teeth grinding as I walked away. Barney looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Dude, you are pissing off a woman who can make killer diseases," he whispered. I could only shrug. If I couldn't pass freshman Biology labs then I was sunk anyway.

On Wednesday night I begged off the women and was catching up with my studying when I got a strange call. It took me a moment to place it; Gina Orwell.

"Gina, what's up?" I asked.

"Craig, Mark and I had a fight and I don't know who else to call?" she answered. Of course, calling Jamie, Emily, or Amber seemed like better choices to me but okay.

"What can I do for you?" I said.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she stammered.

"Gina I'm at State," I replied.

"So am I," she came back with. Now the essence of her fight with Mark Quantrill became clearer.

"Sure, where do you want me to pick you up?" I inquired.

"I'm at the Little Caesars," she informed me.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," I replied. I said goodbye and put on some sweats. Thirty minutes later I had Gina back at my place, pretty upset and confused. 

She had hitchhiked to college to firm up her relationship with Mark and he'd gotten upset with her. She was left without a way home and no place to go. I had been the first one to answer their phone so here she was. After minutes after getting the story Emily called me, found out I already had Gina and seemed okay with us spending the night together. WTF?

Gina and I used the bathroom surreptitiously then got back to my room. She stripped down to her bra and panties -- sexy as hell because they were meant to entice Mark -- and crawled into bed with me. When she moved close to me and began softly crying I knew what hell was like. She was so hot, so vulnerable, and so way out of bounds. I was still thinking about my bizarre life when Jesse walked into the room and cut on the lights.

"Shit man! Another one," he snapped. I sat up with my t-shirt still on. Gina sat up beside me and held the blanket to her chest.

"No!" I shouted. "This one's clothed and everything; she's a friend from my hometown who needed a place to crash." Jesse stared at us.

"It is true," Gina responded. "I came up to see my boyfriend and things went poorly. I'm sorry." That mollified Jesse.

"Okay, as long as you two keep it down," he muttered. When Jesse had crawled into his bed on the other side of the room Gina put her hand on my covered chest.

"So, you want to screw around," she murmured. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.

"Mark is my friend and I don't know which one of the girls or Mark would kill me first," I whispered in return. That made her giggle; she ran her hand to the waist band of my pants but stopped there. Gina put her head on my chest.

"Thank you," she sighed before drifting off to sleep. I guessed she was grateful for not being treated like a slab of meat.

In the morning Jamie, Gina and Mark got together to talk things out. Gina was contrite; Mark was apologetic and we all pony-upped the money to get Gina a bus ride home. She had our numbers if she needed things. Emily, Amber and I will there to see her off. Only as she was hugging me goodbye and thanking me for the place to stay did Amber discover where Gina had been the night before. I had some explaining to do.

When I got back to my room Jamie was waiting. I considered this to be a really good thing until I saw the look in her eye that told me that she knew something that I didn't but should have.

"Jamie, who let you in my room?" I began with the basic question.

"Jesse did. We had a talk," she nodded.

"Do I still have a roommate?" I cringed. Jamie could be a bit ... confrontational.

"Sure. We had a good talk and I think I know what the problem is," she grinned. I didn't like that grin.




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"What would that be?"

"I think he's jealous of all the activity in your bed," she continued.

"Is this going anywhere?" I groaned.

"Trust me," she continued to grin.

"Okay, so we should meet at you, Amber's or Emily's place," I concluded.

"Oh," she giggled, "he doesn't object to us having our little bit of gymnastics on your single bed."

"You've lost me again."

"He'd like to make a little adjustment about who is in bed with whom," she responded.

"He wants to sleep with you ... or Amber or Emily?" I guessed.

"You aren't the one he wants to replace," she snickered.

"Huh?" she'd lost me again. Jamie rolled her eyes.

"Craig, he wants to replace me, Amber, or Emily," she sighed in exasperation.

"But that would ..." I worked it out.

"He's gay," I finally saw the light then I had some real fear and uncertainty. Jamie could see that.

"Oh, he's not all that into you, but seeing you with all these girls he figures you are a man-whore," she was grinning again.

"He thinks I'm an easy lay?" I felt suddenly cheapened.

"Well he is normally into the whole gothic slender sensitive types. Don't worry, I didn't tell him you were initially attracted to my dreary dark looks or that you are boy-camouflage for a lesbian," she smiled triumphantly.

"Thanks I think," I mumbled. Sometimes I need to be reminded that the whole world's sexuality didn't revolve around me. Of course all of this had a plus side.

"Figuring all this out made you horny," I teased Jamie. She came up and kissed me and our clothes began to fall off. Jamie loved being right and she loved having sex with me and when the two of them came together she could be quite creative.

The next day was Friday which put me back in Biology with my buddy Eleanor. I made a Four on Wednesday's test which made me smile but I had a note to see Eleanor at the end of class. Barney sent a tiny prayer my way but retreated in haste. When it was only the two of us, she opened up her class planner and asked to see my notes.

"Sure thing Eleanor," I sighed pleasantly. "Can I ask what this is about?"

"I think you cheated," she said with some anger. This made me pissed.

"How many other Fours did you check?" I asked.

"You are the only one who cheated," she shot back.

"Lady, what is your problem? I've tried to joke about it, I've tried to be nice, and I've tried to shove this attitude back in your face, but now you are plain nuts." She didn't take my accusation well. Instead she went back over my notes.

"Am I keeping you from something?" she hinted.

"Like I trust you not to make something up if I go away," I seethed. She glared back. We spent a half hour picking through my stuff before she gave up. She slammed my notebook back to me.

"Eleanor," I said in a hushed tone.

"What?" she slipped up. Normally it was Ms. Cosby.

"Do you realize how hot you look when you get angry?" I grinned as I packed up and headed away. I didn't wait for a reply or even a reaction. Take that Bitch!

(Fourth Week)

Our third game was against Mountain State and it was ugly. Mountain was supposed to win the Conference Championship and they showed us why. They beat the crap out of Morgan in the first half and in the second half it was my turn. The coach told me that he wanted to keep Morgan fresh for our next game. I didn't care because game time was game time. 

I played the last two minutes of the game with a crippled shoulder that felt like someone shot me with a nail gun. The coach noted that I toughed it out and sent me to the trainer. He slapped me in a sling and gave me some happy pills plus a regimen of therapy for the week; still he said I had a good chance of being ready for next week. What more could a jock hope for?

Jamie and Emily went to an after-game party while Amber and I settled in to our room. Jesse came by a bit later and shuffled around the place. Not being totally dense I sent Amber out for some dinner than sat down across from Jesse.

"What's up?"

"Did you and Jamie have a little talk?" he responded.

"Sure," I tried to sound nonchalant, "Though I'm definitely not a man-whore." That put him somewhere between confused and amused.

"You aren't going to be weird about this?" he said.

"Jesse, I really don't feel that what you do is any of my business," I said.

"So I can bring dates by?" he hazard to say. I laughed and he took it the wrong way and looked pissed.

"Jesse, is that what you are worried about?" I chuckled. He glared. "Jesse, as many girls as you've had to put up with my only advice is what you gave me and that was to keep it down if I'm trying to sleep."

Jesse measured that response then smiled.

"Cool. I was worried that you being from some small town would be a hard-ass about it."

"After meeting Jamie? Not likely," I grinned.

"Sometimes cool chicks date real dicks," he countered.

"Point," I allowed, "but in this case it was mutual attraction. Everything else is a convoluted story best gone over when we are drunk."

"Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you if you get drunk?" he chuckled.

"Are you going to dress like a girl?" I leered.

"Nope."

"Then we are good," I saluted him.

Amber got back, we ate and then Jesse suddenly remembered some research he had to do with some friends at the library. He told us he'd be back by midnight and Amber and I made best use of the time. Afterwards Amber looked over my injury and decided to help me. I reminded her that she was a freshman with a month's experience. She told me that I was her test dummy.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor declared. I walked up, looked at her and took the paper.

"Whatever you want Eleanor," I smiled, holding the paper in our grasp a little longer than necessary. Today I was using some of Jamie's advice on the seduction of women. Eleanor looked at me with uncertainty then real hostility. I was worried she might slap me.

"Craig, I swear she is going to cut your dick off if you keep that up," Barney hissed.

"Trust me my loyal henchman," I whispered, "I have an angle."

"It had better involve track shoes," he replied.

"Well, running for my life is the backup plan," I grinned.

When he finished up and were out of time I took our work up to Eleanor again. I was pretty sure Barney and I had gotten it right this time, but then I thought we got it right last time too. Eleanor looked it over intently. When she looked up she found me leaning on the table and looking into her eyes. She glared back.

"You pass this time," she growled. She looked at me. "What are you looking at?"

"You," I answered.

"I could can you right now for sexual advances," she snarled.

"But you won't do it," I told her. Eleanor laughed.

"Why not?" she grinned viciously.

"I would bring up your own policy of harassment," I began, "but mainly because you get off by making me suffer. I don't know why but you do."

"What?" she coughed.

"You are getting off being sadistic to me," I responded. "Admit it; you don't give me any of the breaks you give anyone else. You know I like this course, and you know I'm doing well at it but all you want to do is make me fail. How is that not sadistic?"

"Get out!" Eleanor snapped. I was seriously hoped I haven't read this situation wrong.

That evening the girls gave me their advice. Amber told me I was stupid, Emily said I should go to my curriculum advisor, and Jamie suggested I should secretly tape her then go to the professor. I try to make light of it as we all have things we need to concentrate on but the girls caution me I could get expelled.

(Fifth Week)

By Friday I was ready to play tentatively but the coach told me he was going to have me sit out the game so I didn't stress the shoulder. I was happy with the decision because the coach was looking out for both of our futures. Our game was at Saint's Cross; our first away game. We could and do win, Morgan puts up impressive numbers and Emily got to spend much of the game with me.

We spent the night coming back so the girls went out and celebrated without me, though they sent me plenty of fun and racy pictures. The thing that was a change of pattern was I got a call from Barney. We met up late at night at the local Waffle Shack (I loved that place). He looked highly displeased.

"How do you do it?" he began with after our coffees arrived.

"What exactly am I doing?"

"Get women?" He sighed.

"Mind putting this in context for me Barney," I asked.

"Betsy Atkins is a girl in my Chemistry class and I finally got up the nerve to ask her out and she laughed at me ... in public," he groaned. I began to see the problem.

"What did she look like?" I led him along.

"Oh, she was hot, really smoking," he said dreamily.

"Barney, what is your biggest asset?" I felt like Jamie. He looked confused so I answered it for him. "Barney, you are smart. You are not terribly good looking and you are not a jock -- you are smart."

"Okay," he responded curiously.

"Dude you are going to be seen as attractive by smart girls, not models," I enlighten him.

"But I want Betsy. She is so attractive and funny," Barney whined.

"Okay Barney, let me put it this way; of all the guys who possibly want to date her why is she choosing you?"

"I ..." he stammered. "I'm smart and a good guy."

"Barney she can't see inside your noggin and she doesn't know you to be a good guy because you are pretty shy around girls," I told him.

"Well, you could take her out on a double date with you and Amber," he offered.

"Exactly how is this going to work? I'm supposed to go up to her and ask her out with my other girlfriend. That will not end well, trust me," I promised him.

"Well, you end up with Amber and Betsy will end up with me. She'd love me and we can start dating."

"No Barney this will make her pissed with me for lying to her, for you hitting on her when she thinks she's dating me and Amber for being there. Trust me, women are complex and unforgiving." Barney looked hopeless.

"I think I know what we can do; I'll talk to Emily -- she's the best people person for this kind of thing. 

If she has the time she'll wrangle a meet and greet with Betsy and the girls. Then we have girls on one side and guys on the other. That way she ends up with you without ending up with you, if you understand that?" I suggested. He didn't get it.

"She won't feel trapped with you and if she's not doing well the girls will all retreat; it is a girl thing -- they hunt in packs," I informed him.

"I thought we did?" Barney responded.

"That's a myth they tell us to make us stand still long enough to be captured," I grinned. That made Barney a little less depressed.

"So you really think I have a chance?" Barney sighed.

"No," I told him. He was less than happy to hear that. "Barney, you share on course in common. Do you even know her major?"

"Economics," he said hopefully.

"Barney," I shook my head, "she's taking Chemistry as her Science Elective."

"But ... is there nothing I can do?"

"Barney, why should you? You are a great guy and all you are doing is wasting your time with this girl. After a few days what are you going to do? Trust me, unless you are really good at it, sex is going to last you fifteen minutes. What do you do for an encore?"

"But she's hot," he persisted.

"If you had to choose between beautiful but shallow versus normal but smart which would you choose?" I inquired. He hesitated. "Look at in in reverse; how would you like a woman to choose?" That brought him up short.

"Thanks, I think," he admitted, "but I would still like to have Betsy."

"Wanting the hot girl is normal, but getting the right girl is far better," I gave my fortune cookie wisdom. He grinned.

"Lesson learned."

"Do you want me to talk with Emily?" I asked.

"Let me think about it," he moaned. I thought I'd helped him, but not right at that moment.

Barney and I separated each making our own way home.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor growled. Since it was only Barney, me and her in the room again, I smiled dreamily back. "What are you looking at?" she added with a snarl.

"Oh, realizing how attractive you are," I sighed. The blood vessel in her temple throbbed.

"Get back to work," she ground out angrily.

"Whatever you want Eleanor," I smiled.

"Bro, when you go missing her name is on the top of my list of suspects," Barney whispered when I got back to our table.

"Don't worry about it. If she kills me she won't be in the state of mind to cover it up," I grinned back.

On Wednesday we had another test with Eleanor and this time she hovered over me. I painstakingly went over my answers, but I was really good at this. By accident I turned to her when I had finished to Eleanor handing her my paper and I was face to face with her chest. I sort of kept my face inches away while she was studying my paper.

When she noticed her whole body tensed up and she made a choking, strangled noise, grabbed my paper and stormed off. I met her at the end of class and she was clearly on the tip of rage. She didn't trust herself to say anything she was so pissed.

"I apologize," I said softly. "I shouldn't have done that." Eleanor grunted in reply.

Thursday I did Barney a solid. Amber, Emily and I met Betsy and Barney outside of his Chemistry class. I made a show of greeting Barney and told him we were all going out that night if he could find somebody. He immediately put Betsy on the spot and she clearly was uncertain. A weird situation developed; Betsy thought that her Economics major made her smarter than Emily and Amber; Barney was a goober, but I was something unknown -- a jock who could string three words together. 

I'd never thought that Betsy would be such a snob. All I could think was what Barney saw in this girl. Betsy rolled her eyes thinking about our offer.

"Hey, we were just thinking that since you didn't have any friends you might want to hang out. Barney is a buddy and is popular so was having pity on you," I grinned. Betsy's eyes went wide and Barney groaned. Emily and Amber kept their own council.

"What makes you think I don't have any friends," she stammered. I glared right at her.

"Face it Betsy, you act like a bitch but you are clearly smart," I glared. "You've qualified for Economics, so you are intelligent, but you feel the need to give Barney grief for being nice to you, which means you are being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch. Thanks for wasting my time. Barney, let's get out of here," I suggested. Barney staggered along.

"What did you just do?" he wailed when we were around the corner of the hall.

"Barney," Amber explained, "that girl was a bitch and would have only hurt you. Either she will take the bitch-slap well or you are better off without you."

"Craig, you were a bit harsh," Emily consulted. "But Barney, she's not a nice person."

(Week Six)

Our road trip to Central was the biggest game of season. At the end of the first quarter Morgan went out with a bruised thigh with the accompanying groans from our side. What followed was a defensive match up. I couldn't get us to score inside the twenty and they almost had the same problem.

In the last part of the fourth it was Central 10 to our 6 when I finally began to drive down the field and I smelt blood. I tossed for fifteen, my favorite running back broke loose for twenty two, and I tossed one to our cornerback that took us to the eighteen. I missed the next pass and our running back went nowhere. People began writing us off.

Quantrill caught one on the nine and the crowd got back in their seats. I looked over the defense and saw they were at that crucial moment. The expected me to go back to the pass but we ran it and picked up six yards. Everyone was screaming when I went in with the play. Some famous guy once said 'winners want the ball'. My running back blew me a hole and I dove through.

I knew I was inside. I heard the whistles even though I was buried. Only when the elation passed did I realize that my left side hurt. As the pulled the bodies off the hurt became real pain. Still, I was happy with our results so I tried to stand up. I bit down a scream and fell back down. People began running around me and the rest of the game was a blur.

They told me that we'd won and that I would live. I hadn't torn anything but my knee was going to be an unhappy camper for two or three weeks. The coach came by and gave me the game ball, my first. Okay, I'm a nut but that was the best painkiller I had that night. The next day I was on crutches, painkillers, and in my ladies' arms but without sex.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor snapped.

"You are a picture of loveliness today Eleanor," I smiled.

"In much pain?" she smiled back evilly.

"Seeing you makes it hurt less," I responded.

"Get back to it," she growled. I turned and used my crutches to hobble back to the work area.

"Bro, I head she bought a skinning knife," he said softly.

"At least she's thinking of me," I grinned.

"You are one sick dude," he sighed.

On Wednesday I spent much of the class dreaming about the previous night with Amber. Jesse had given us the room for the night and even though Amber had to do all the work (well most of the work) it was great sex and personal time.

"Mr. Dawkins?" Eleanor asked. I'd clearly missed something. I struggled to think of something appropriate.

"Sorry, I was not paying attention," I admitted. She smiled.

"That will be a failure for today's lesson Mr. Dawkins," she noted. I could only shrug. Afterwards I took the end of class test with her watching over me again. Once more I took a peek at her chest because she stuck it right in my face.

"How are we doing today, Eleanor?" I said at the end of class. 

"I'm glad to see you've finally given up," Eleanor grinned.

"What?" I muttered.

"I've been waiting for you to slip up Dawkins and you finally have," she grinned.

"I'm not giving up," I said with determination. "Last night was a long night with my girlfriend is all. I'll be on the ball next time." I clearly said something wrong because she was back to look of total venom. She ripped up her class stuff so quickly her laptop shot off and hit me in the hip. I cried out in pain and fell over.

Eleanor came running around the lecture table and stared down at me. I was struggling unsuccessfully to stand up and when I saw her face she was both furious and ... something else. I kept looking up at her, too concerned with her attitude to make a plea for help. She picked up the computer, checked it out and then put it on the table then went back to studying me.

I gave up on any hope of mercy and started to push myself up off the ground. Eleanor grabbed my arm so hard it hurt and yanked me up. I fell back against her and we stayed there for a second.

"Get off me," she seethed. I hurriedly did so.

"Eleanor, sorry, thank you and could you help me with my crutches," I apologized. She debated that for another second reached down and grabbed up my two crutches. Being a guy I took that moment to scope out her tight little ass. She almost caught me at it, but slammed my crutches into my chest instead. We parted in silence.

On Friday I limped through the day and even in Eleanor's class I left her class without comment. I had to admit between classes, crutches and physical therapy I was feeling like crap. I made my way through the rest of the day without thinking much about things.

(Week Seven)

We played an away game with Laudan which we won without me even being in attendance. I spent the game with Jamie and Amber. My only real advantage is that we had the sports facility to ourselves pretty much. Amber loved the place and Jamie thought it was extravagant. It didn't stop her from using half the equipment in the place.

I went to Amber's place and we spent most of the night playing and talking about what we thought about college life. We discussed Jamie, the whole football- girl thing, and what we were heading for as school progressed. I told her I was thinking about still looking for a Master's program when we graduated while Amber wanted to work for a major gym network. We were freshmen with dreams.




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 04



(Monday)

"Do it again Mr. Dawkins," Eleanor snapped. I took it and started wobbling my way back to my seat. "What, no comment?" she shot at my back. I turned and looked at her.

"You were right and I was wrong," I grinned to her. Eleanor glared at me.

"What do you mean?" she snarled.

"If I'm going to be serious about getting into a Master's Program I need to work harder," I confided. Eleanor snorted.

"You will never make it Mr. Dawkins," she promised.

"Yes I will," I countered.

"What makes you think you can possibly make it," she stated angrily.

"I want it and I get what I want," I challenged. Eleanor glared pure hate. "I know you hate me and I don't know why, but I was told to never stop fighting for what you want." 

"Do it again Mr. Dawkins," she repeated with distain.

Wednesday brought the normal test at the end of Biology. Once more I had Eleanor's presence. I finished, she studied my progress and I made ready to leave.

"See me in my office at four o'clock," she told me as I was getting ready to limp out of class. I could only imagine what kind of curveball she was going to throw next. I found her office in the bowls of the Life Sciences building. She had a tidy little cubby hole that could have doubled as an eighteen century jail cell.

"Eleanor," I coughed. She looked up from her computer with reading glasses on.

"Oh," she grimaced. "I think we got off on the wrong foot." Not that I thought I understood women before this but now I was totally lost.

"If you say so; I hope I haven't been too much a pain in your ass," I said. She looked at me to make sure I wasn't making fun of her.

"One thing I need to know: why do you keep taunting me?" she asked.

"Huh?" I responded and she looked hurt then it hit me, "You are a smart, cute girl and in my major." Now she looked suspiciously at me again. "What? Well we know we have the same major so are you telling me you aren't smart, or you're not cute?" I teased her. She mumbled.

"I'm smart," she murmured. She didn't mention cute so I had to handle that.

"Did you find it insulting that I stared at your breasts while you were giving me the tests?" I inquired.

"What?" she babbled and her face flushed.

"Well, when you caught me at it I couldn't tell if were insulted or not and when you kept at it I didn't know if you hated me more so you kept at it or you found it exciting," I tried to explain.

"I ..." she muttered. I gave her an open honest expression. Her blush deepened.

"Well, I liked looking. You are quite attractive," I said while trying not to sound like a letch. She studied my face then sighed.

"Mr. Daw ... Craig, get out of my office. I'll see you in class on Friday," and suddenly the gulf of teacher and student existed again, but at least we weren't antagonists.

(Week Eight)

We had to play A&M that weekend but again I was not playing. I made it a guy thing with Barney and a few of my coarse buddies for the celebration party; sometimes guys need to be guys and sometimes athletes need to be non-athletes. I'm not sure when I lost it because it all quickly became a confusing blur, with lots laughing. When I woke up I was in a nice warm comfy bed -- not my own.

I was suddenly aware of a body moving along the left side of my body. They had a leg resting on my left leg and moved it slightly. I turned to them and opened my eyes. It took me a second to put eyes and face structure to the different flowing hairstyle of the woman looking at me.

"Eleanor?" I whispered. I suddenly realized I was naked under the covers with my teacher.

"Yes," she replied with a strange little smirk.

"Did we ..."

"No. You were drunk off your ass and your friends found my number on your phone and called me. They were pretty drunk too," she explained. Of course I had put her name in my phone under the name Eleanor because I'm a sexist idiot.

"I normally don't drink so much," I said.

"You were mixing pain killers and alcohol, dummy," she grinned. Now I felt really stupid.

"How did I lose my clothes?" I asked curiously.

"You threw up on yourself. They should be in the dryer waiting for you?" she responded.

"Why are you naked?" I wondered.

"I'm not totally naked and this is how I normally sleep. The heat in this place is a bit weird," she answered.

"Where is my other stuff?" I continued. She pointed to the end table. I rolled away from her and checked my phone for messaged -- none, and my wallet to see how much money I'd blown.

Finally I took a breath mint because I could only imagine how great vomit-breath was. When I rolled back over I saw her checking me out. I returned the favor but when she realized that she blushed and covered up. I gently pushed the blanket back down to her navel. She looked away. At face value she wasn't much to look at, but I soon found I was mistaken.

Her hair was a medium brown hair half way down her back. Her face was angular but with soft lines, dark brown eyes, and small fine pink lips. Her neck was a slender pale wand that led to narrow shoulders. Eleanor's breasts were small but her areolas were soft pink with distinctive nipples. Her ribs were barely visible she was so thin, but it gave her a taut stomach and narrow waist.

I couldn't see below that because of the covers, but I could feel her legs were thin but strong with defined thighs and obvious hips. I looked her over and then tilted my head so I could make eye contact.

"Hey," I said. She closed her eyes and turned away, releasing the covers and covering her breasts with her hand. Whatever plan she'd thought out was falling to pieces.

That would have been a great time to make my exit. It was more of a girl issue than I needed. I pushed my head up and kissed her. She was stiff as a board; she clearly didn't know what to do.

"Do you want anything to happen?" I inquired. Eleanor stammered so I kissed her again. I moved my hand over her shielding arm, pushed it aside and rubbed her breast. 

Next time I kissed her she had more intense though she was clearly conflicted and confused. Her nipple hardened under my touch. I increased the vigor of my kisses and she was finally responding. I ghosted my hand down from her breast along the side of her body and to her thigh. I pulled it up with virtually no resistance until her crotch was pressing up against my hip.

It took no encouragement for her to start grinding against me and for her throat to make little gurgling noises. Suddenly she put her hand on my chest and pulled back.

"What does all this mean?" she asked.

"I can't promise anything more than right now, Eleanor. I'm with someone."

"Oh, yeah, some ones," she sighed in anticipation of something bad.

"I'm going to tell them about us here right now. I don't keep things from them," I confessed.

"That's nice. What would you say," she said sadly.

"I woke up next to a sexy girl and took advantage of her," I smiled.

"Stop it!" she snapped, hurt. "Don't do that."

"I'm not playing with you Eleanor," I responded both verbally and physically by running my hand back along her thigh up to the lower band of her panties then back again.

"No," she whispered. I stopped and she stared at me. No one said anything for over a minute.

Finally I kissed her again and met no resistance. On my next kiss she kissed back. There were certainly issues here, but I figured that leaving was the worse option. When I pulled her up by her ass until her breast was at mouth-level she pressed me head in. I took teasing lick of the nipple and she gasped but by the way her hands yanked my hair I could tell she liked it.

I soon got her on top, straddling me with legs spread wide and her chest in my face. My hand now creased from the small of her back along her ass crack and down to her thigh. I squeezed and massaged her ass as I did so. I was hard against her and she wiggled her pubic area against the top of my penis.

She broke our body press by placing her hands neither side of my head and pushing up.

"I'm a virgin," she stated with deadly earnest.

"Okay, everyone is at some time," I answered.

"I'm not sure I want you to be the one," she continued. I reached out and stroked her bright pointy nipple.

"Okay," I smiled up at her.

"Huh?"

"We can still have sex without taking your virginity Eleanor," I promised.

"What ... oh ... wow," she finally managed before smiling. "Please continue then."

"If I don't get it right will you make me do it again?" I snickered.

"Yes Mr. Dawkins," she laughed, "I will." I flipped her over suddenly and Eleanor gasped then giggled, which may have been her first sexual giggle in her life. It was certainly a really pleasant sound.

I now paid greater attention to each nipple and sucked harder and with renewed vigor. Eleanor's breath came harder. Her hands scratched my neck and shoulders.

"Ooohhh ..." she went on and on. I finally surrendered my attentions from her breasts and began licking my way down to her navel. I circled it then stabbed it with my tongue. Eleanor pulses her hips up against me. With my free hand now in place I pressed her legs farther apart and pushed them up so that first one then the other where up at shoulder level.

Eleanor's breath began coming in shorter gasps and I was wondering if she was going to cum before I even got to her pleasure box. I hurried my way down, pushed her panties aside and was rewarded with a very beautiful, pink and slender cunt. I immediately began using my tongue and eyes to seek out her clit. I was able to wiggle one finger in and damn she was tight.

I started pumping my finger in rapidly. 

"Please," she whimpered, but I hoped it was a good 'please' so I drilled in even deeper. At the same time her clit revealed herself and I nibbled it.

"Elle I ..." came a woman's voice from the door that had just opened. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh ... OH!" Eleanor went off. I had my head between her legs and was conducting myself with my utmost skill so the newcomer couldn't see who I was.

"Oh God!" came the strange woman's voice. "I'm sorry," she added then slammed the door. 

"Oh Craig," Eleanor panted deeply, "That was unbelievable." I worked my way back her body.

Eleanor she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into an aggressive full-bodied kiss.

"Thank you," she breathed with a big smile on her face.

"My pleasure," I grinned. She kissed me again and seemed satisfied with herself.

"Craig ... are we going to do this again?" she shyly asked.

"Right now? Sure. Later on, I certainly hope so. This was a lot of fun for me too," I promised which made her give me one of those female 'I got it' confident looks.

"I had better get you home or I'm really going to have sex with you Craig. I'll go get your clothes," Eleanor sighed.

Eleanor scooted out from under me, popped out bed and grabbed a shirt off the floor. She slipped it on, gave me a happy look over her shoulder then slipped out the door. I sat in bed until she returned. She handed me my bundle of clothes, slipped on some jeans and sat back and watched me get dressed myself. At one point as I painfully stood up and got ready to put on my shirt she stood up behind me and ran her hands over my back.

"You work out a lot," she murmured. I reach back and held her hand.

"Yeah, my life doesn't allow me to coast by, but thanks for your touch. You have really delicate fingers." She let me finish getting dressed. We then both sat back down and put on our shoes before heading for the door.

It turns out we are in a small apartment broken up to four small bedrooms, a common room, a bathroom, washroom, and kitchen. All three of her roommates were down around the common room table when we came down. The talk dropped off to nothing as they stare at us.

"Do you want something to drink?" the taller bespectacled woman asked. She had long curly black hair and large curious eyes framed in dark rimmed glasses.

One of the other women was a short plump redhead with an open face. The third woman was also dark haired, but hers was a very short bob-cut. She was also somewhat short, but with a larger bust and butt. They all regarded me with curiosity.

"I'd like that. Is there any orange juice?" I replied.

"I'll get it," Eleanor said. She moved off quickly to the kitchen while I was wondering why I wasn't heading straight home. I had the distinct impression I was being assessed. Eleanor came up and handed me an orange juice while she drank a soda. She sort of stood there so I wrapped an arm around her waist. She looked up at me with some confusion then smiled.

"You are that guy," the girl with the short hair asked; "The freshman quarterback." I nodded.

"Elle, isn't he one of your students?" the tall woman whispered.

"Yes, well, it is complicated," Eleanor responded. She didn't seem all that embarrassed.

"Did you two have sex?" the redhead gasped. 

"Tammie, what do you think Elle was just screaming about?" the tall woman said to the redhead who blushed. Eleanor now moved uncomfortably.

"Yes Elle, you are such a screamer," teased the woman with the short hair. I looked up at the ceiling.

"Don't look so freaked freshman," the tall woman told me.

"Craig," I felt compelled to inform her. The three women smile.

"Craig we are happy you popped Eleanor's cork. She's been way too uptight all semester," the short haired woman grinned.

"Well ... thanks ... okay ... you are welcome," I muttered. And here I thought Eleanor had a special hate-on only for me.

"I'm going to take him home now," Eleanor declared. She grabbed my hand, took us to our coats and headed for the door.

"Bye now," the short haired woman called out seductively. Once we were in Eleanor's car I felt need to ask.

"You don't date much?"

"I don't date at all," Eleanor confessed.

"You should get out more," I told her.

"I don't know how," was her depressed response.

"Any grad students you can date?" I suggested.

"Nope," she informed me.

"Any junior or senior students that interest you?" I tried again.

"Not really," she stated.

"Do you want to have sex with me again?" I offered. Eleanor looked at me funny.

"Okay," she said then remained silent the rest of the way to my dorm.

I was safe until lunchtime when I decided to call the girls together for a little powwow. I hit them with the details, as I remembered them, including my ride home.

"Cool!" declared Jamie. "Now you have that crazy bitch off your back."

"That's nice," Emily announced. "I'm glad the two of you worked something out."

"You what?" growled Amber. 

"Amber, I didn't mean for it to happen that way," I apologized. I reached out to hold her but felt her fall back. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Damn it Craig, what do we mean to you?" Amber asked.

"Amber, you, Jamie and Emily are my best friends and lovers. You mean everything to me, but I also need to know what I mean to you. We've all been crazy- busy this semester and we'll have time to re-connect over Fall Break."

"Craig, I want us to ... be something with a future," Amber stated.

"Amber," Jamie intervened, "he's been there for us and he's got the most hectic schedule of us all. It isn't like she's some football bimbo. She's his teacher and we know that relationship is finite. I'm asking you to cut him some slack."

"Craig, I want you to promise me to not do this anymore," Amber asked.

"I can't lie to you, so I'm not going to say it isn't ever going to happen, but I you will always be the most important to me," was the best I could say.

"Craig, that's not good enough for me," Amber said. "I'm not sure we can see each other anymore." I hung my head in anguish. Amber had been the closet girl I'd ever felt to be mine. Emily was Emily and Jamie was too much a free spirit to be anyone's only one. Amber had always represented a secret hope of someone waiting for me to grow up. Now I was fucked, or more appropriately, I had fucked myself.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 05



*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.




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 05



"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."




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 05



"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 dove 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."

(Week Fourteen) 

Our final game of the season was on the road against Montgomery, one of the top schools in the nation. We were underdogs but came ready for a fight. They started out the game scoring a touchdown on us and we couldn't seem to catch up. I started the third quarter. I got inside the twenty twice, but couldn't deliver and that left me feeling like crap. 

We lost by fourteen in the end after a valiant but futile goal line stand in the final minute of the game. Morgan had the last series of downs and tossed one hell of a pass for forty yards, proving he was one of the best quarterbacks in the nation. Had the guy not been clobbered right after the catch it might have meant something. As it was we simply ran out of time. It was a long flight home.

(Monday)

Eleanor had missed class that day which was a bit odd. I had meant to call her but the day had turned hectic with all sort of last minute projects so I found myself knocking on the door more out of habit than anything else. Denise answered the door and gave me a crooked smile.

"Hey sport, what's shaking?" she asked.

"Is Eleanor in?" I responded.

"She's been sick all weekend long," she informed me. "She's probably not in the mood tonight."




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 05



"Can I see her?" I requested. Denise gave me another look, stood aside and let me in. Eleanor was in one of the comfy chairs drinking something that looked like coffee or tea. Her face lit up when I came in.

"Craig, I'm ill," she sniffled. I moved over to her. "Don't," she protested, "you'll get sick."

"I'll risk it," I insisted. "Now scoot over and let me sit down."

"There isn't any room," she protested.

"Then get up and you can sit in my lap," I ordered. Eleanor struggled to obey but when she sat down on me she leaned into me and sighed.

"Thanks," Eleanor sniffled again. She was resting her head on my shoulder. As I stroked her hair I noticed that Denise was looking us over. She gave me a smile and a wink. "Did you miss me today?" Eleanor asked.

"You weren't in class today?" I gasped. "I hadn't noticed." Eleanor responded by giving me a weak elbow to the ribs.

"You are a beast," she groused. I kissed her on the forehead and she wormed her way deeper into my arms.

"Can I get you some tea Craig?" Denise asked.

"Sure; with honey," I requested.

"Here you go," Denise said when she got back from the kitchen. It was warm and good. After a few sips Eleanor looked up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" she inquired.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I responded. The look she gave me was priceless. We put our tea cups down and I hefted her light body up and headed upstairs.

"I'll go get our teas," I said when I had her tucked in. I was back quickly having refreshed Eleanor's cup. We sat back on the bed sipping our drinks in silence.

"I could get used to this," she said between nose drips. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose. "God, I must look horrible."

"You look fine to me," I promised her. She remained quiet for a while.

"Why did you never ask to me to do ... things?" she whispered.

"Things?" I asked. She rubbed my crotch and I assumed she meant a blowjob.

"You never asked and I didn't want to rush anything. I figured we could get to that next year," I told her. "That implies a next year of course."

"You try and get away from me," she sniffled. "I'll hurt you."

"How did you get so feisty?" I asked. She didn't reply, just snuggled in and hugged me. I wrapped her up and slowly rocked her to sleep, getting her cup from her drooping hand. I woke up in the morning with a bit of a back ache from my sleeping position, but it was worth it.

(Thursday)

I was crawling through the library tombs late at night getting the last bit of my bibliography for my final English term paper when I ran across a strange individual working alone in one of the glassed off private rooms. It was Betsy Atkins, the girl Barney had been interested in at the start of the semester. She had a stack of books around her.

"Problems," I inquired. Her head popped up and I could see her mind try to place me. She looked frazzled.

"Oh, it is you," she replied. "I'm only doing some course work." I leaned against the door.

"Where is your study group?" I wondered. She looked depressed by the question.

"It sort of fell apart," she admitted.

"You drove the girls out and the guys left when they realized they weren't going to get any action," I guessed. She lowered her head.

"What makes you say ..." she began then, "How did you know?"

"You are an attractive, intelligent woman with a health ego," I pointed out. "You probably have never had a female friend, you don't suffer fools lightly, and you are naturally abrasive. You attract men, but they don't stick around because you can be cruel and cutting. You have even less patience with women. Am I wrong?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped. She was now close to tears. I could walk away and let her drowned.

"Betsy, is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. She glared at me then shook her head.

"Only if you know your history of Western Civilization?" she mumbled.

"I'm not ignorant," I grinned. "I can find it on a map and I know that Roman Civilization came after the Peloponnesian Wars." Again I could tell she didn't really think I could string three words together. I blamed it all on my High School civics teacher.

"I need to know about Hammurabi's Code and what influence it has on modern law," she told me. I looked over her books and sat down.

"You start with that book, and I'll start here," I offered. We divided up the source material and began making notes. It was past midnight when she had something she could turn in. 

"I ... why did you help me when you don't like me?" she asked.

"Half of us won't make it to our senior years Betsy. A few more of us will make it if we help each other."

"Seriously?" she doubted.

"Why is that so hard to believe? Betsy you chose to be a bitch, but you don't have to be. You are smart and could make friends if you decided to."

"What now?" she said. I was afraid that she thought the worst of me. She was hot after all.

"I imagine you are going to go home and get some sleep and I'm going to stay and finish my English project," I informed her. She began putting her books away and then she was gone. About ten minutes later there was a voice being cleared behind me. I turned and it was Betsy.

"Do you need some help?" she offered. It took us to well past two getting it right. The next morning I learned we had the house. Thank God, because I couldn't have dealt with Jamie without it.

(Week Fifteen) 

It was our first weekend without football though we still practiced. In college, serious programs never stop but are all year around affairs. Considering how much money the football program brought we were expected to put out. We also learned we weren't getting a Bowl bid. Such was the vagaries of life.

It was strange to see how different I was from most of my teammates. They wanted to go out and party but I still had work to do for exams. Eleanor was kind enough to help me (and Barney) with our Biology final and Jamie helped me with math. The rest I could do on my own, or rather I was forced to do on my own. Monday the exams started.

(Friday) 

After my Friday morning exam it was off to furniture rentals. It was interesting to referee between Jamie and Amber. Emily was much more conciliatory, but wasn't willing to run full tilt at her friends. My main tool was reminding Jamie how much she would have to work at job to make her share of the expenses.

When we finally settled on a design theme I felt like I'd won conference game. Emily hugged me while Jamie and Amber looked at me with the deep suspicion that I'd favored one over the other. That convinced me that I had done it right. The whole heady sensation that we would have furniture delivered in the next day was something I would not soon forget.

(Week Sixteen)

After practice Mark and I hurried to the new home. Jamie had driven down and gotten Gina and the furniture company was in the process of unloading everything. Gina hug-tackled Mark the moment he announced his presence and when I turned to laugh at him Jamie tackled me. She was near tears and that was when I really had saved her sanity. I held her tight and stroked the back of her hair.

"How is the sleeping arrangements going to work out?" said Jesse from the door.

"Barney isn't here yet, but it is Mark Quantrill here with Gina Orwell here. You three don't know each other. Guys, this is Jesse Costas; he's my current roommate. Amber is going to room with Emily here, and Jamie is going to room with me."

"Barney is ..." Gina asked.

"Barney is Barney Ross, one of my study buddies and in the same major as me," I informed her.

"Cool," she smiled. I imagined that nothing could ruin this day for her.

"So, how come you two jocks get to have live in mates?" Jesse questioned.

"Because I don't trust Jamie with Gina," I joked back. Everyone thought it was funny ... except Jamie who took the occasion to punch me. What's with girls hitting me all the time?

By the end of the day Jesse, Mark, Barney and I had all our stuff moved in and we were sitting around in the semi-darkness eating Mac-D's. The power and water wouldn't come on until Monday, which equated to minimum computer time. Cable wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Our whole group laughed about living in the dark ages of the 1980's.

Barney, Jesse, Mark, and Emily made plans to head home in the morning. Amber and I would head out in the next week because we both felt the need to meet with the family before Christmas. That night though I was about to go to bed when I heard some moaning from the room next to me; it was Mark and Gina.

I was trying to get to sleep with visions of a semi-clad Gina dancing in my mind when I felt Jamie's hand on my chest. I moved over and she joined me under the covers. I wanted to make some sort of joke at Mark and Gina's expense but Jamie's poetic nature beat me to the punch.

"Let's fuck like bunnies." That was Jamie for you; the soul of romance.

I twisted Jamie on top of me so I could work off her shirt and get to her nipples. I loved the way they stood out and they had an extra quality to them in the cold air. I reached down for her ass and discovered she had no shorts or panties on; I began to suspect premeditation on her part. Jamie lifted one leg so I could quickly pull my underwear off then she leapt back on me.

We kissed like hungry beasts, or desperate lovers. I held her head in my hands so I could control our intensity and direct my kisses to other places than her lips. Jamie being Jamie; she thrashed against me playfully. It was by accident that I entered her but we fell still when it happened. She looked down at me and I could swear she was smiling. 

Jamie slowly slipped down my shaft inch by tight inch.

"God I love this," she whispered to me. I bent my body up to kiss her in response. Jamie pushed my down and began rubbing up and down against me, her nipples dragging up and down my chest and tickling my own nipples. 

To help her rhythm I grabbed her ass so I could pull up on when she wanted to go up and rest easy as she pushed back down. We shared the labor of our sex and soon our sweat added a new texture, heat and friction. In the cold night air it was exhilarating.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she began grunting. I began pumping my groin into her when I was already inside.

Jamie pushed herself down into my shoulder.

"Craig!" she screamed, partially muffled by my flesh. She kept panting and clawing at my flesh for several long seconds. Jamie's fluids flooded my crotch, ass, and sheets.

"Oh God!" came the cry from the other room. Apparently Gina had chosen not to stifle her own orgasm. I felt sorry for Jesse ... less so for Barney.

I held Jamie tight as we regained our breath.

"Let's go sleep in your bed," I suggested.

"No you don't," Jamie whispered. She began pushing up and down on me again and my hands once more gripped her ass. At the same time she began tightening her vaginal muscles in a new way.

"Damn that is good," I said softly between bated breathe. Jamie picked up her pace and began raking my ribs with her fingernails. It wasn't for lack of effort that she didn't skin me alive. The pain combined with her exceptional sexual dynamic cause my sex to finally erupt inside of her. My body was wracked with pleasure and Jamie gave gloating 'ahs' on top of me.

"Now we can go sleep in my bed," she giggled.

"Now I want your ass," I whispered.

"Really; do you think you can get it up?" she said with a wiggle.

"Do you want to find out?" I tested her.

"Actually my ass if freezing. This house is cold," Jamie sighed. "Let's go to my bed and see what 'comes up' in the morning." I slapped her ass lightly and Jamie squeaked. I had the fun of chasing her across the room and jump into the other bed with her. As far as I could tell we fell into a blissful slumber about the same time.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 06



*You risk much for love, but you risk more by avoiding it*

Thanks to Frontma for all the editing help.

*

(Christmas)

As I came up the walkway to our college group home Jamie came running out to jump into my arms. I was barely able to put my gifts down before she collided with me.

"God, I've missed you," she said between kisses.

"Jamie, I've been gone three days," I responded. I saw Gina standing somewhat self-consciously at the door. I'd been back in our home town spending time with my Mom.

"Hey, Gina," I called out. "Help me unload the car." She shuffled toward me as I hung onto Jamie. Together the three of us went to the car. The second Christmas present Gina pulled out made her pause. I casually looked her way.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"This has my name on it," she mumbled.

"It's Christmas; you get gifts on Christmas," I grinned. Gina attacked the pile of gifts, her smile growing larger. The three of us finally got everything inside and I sighed when I noticed what Jamie had gotten for a Christmas tree -- a fossilized bush completely devoid of leaves.

At least Jamie had the good sense to look contrite when I cast my baleful gaze upon her.

"Well, let's get the presents open," I announced. Jamie and Gina sat down and attacked their small pile of presents. Gina got one from Mark, Amber, Emily, Jamie, and I and she went hog wild. She danced around the place with her clothes, new cell phone, and pre-paid charge card.

Jamie laughed it up with Gina and they both raced back to their bedrooms to change. Gina had the good sense to come out fully clothed but Jamie tempted fate by coming out in her new hoodie and thong panties. Gina was scandalized, but I noticed her gaze kept slipping Jamie's way. It reminded me of the kiss Gina had shared with Emily a year ago.

"What did you get for Christmas?" Jamie asked.

"Two gorgeous girls to do with as I please," I chortled. Gina gulped and Jamie poked me in the chest.

"Don't worry, Gina. When he talks about his two girls he's referring to his right hand and left hand," Jamie grinned.

"Ouch," I cringed. "I came all this way to see you, Baby."

"You came all this way to sleep alone tonight," she taunted me. Gina giggled. I looked pained which only made Jamie happier.

"Don't you want some hot throbbing sex?" I begged.

"I don't know," Jamie said loftily. "Gina, what are you doing tonight?" Gina choked.

"I ah -- Craig, a little help here?" Gina sputtered.

"I'll hold her down and you tickle her," I conspired. Gina looked uncertain but Jamie knew what was coming and bolted for the bedroom. I raced after her and got her right at the bedroom door. I wrapped her up in my arms and lifted her back to the main room.

"Gina! Help!" Jamie squawked. I fell down on the sofa and Jamie thrashed around trying to get free. Gina hovered over us for a few seconds before a whole new kind of smile came to her face and she leapt on Jamie. Jamie started really kicking and screaming in hysterics while Gina tickled her without mercy.

The three of us fell to the floor and soon Gina was tickling me and Jamie equally. I grabbed Gina in desperation and pulled her to us. Jamie was fighting for breath but managed to get on top of Gina where the tickling was returned with intent. In the end we were all struggling for breath on the floor and lying on our backs.

Jamie rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows looking down on Gina.

"You are going to pay for your treachery, young maiden," Jamie panted. 

Gina reached up and stroked Jamie's hair.

"Okay," she responded softly.

"How about I go out and get some food?" I suggested. 

"I'll go with you," Gina insisted in a nervous manner. We stood up and gathered our coats, and I noticed Jamie's confused expression. Gina had some issues, that was for sure. 

Gina sat in silence for most of the trip to the Chinese take-out place. On the way back Gina turned to me, looking very serious.

"You and Jamie are very close, right?" Gina asked.

"Very close. But that doesn't mean the two of you can't be close too," I suggested. That brought Gina up short once more. "What you are feeling is totally natural, Gina. You don't have to worry about Jamie or me judging you," I told her.

"Craig, I like you; I trust you. What am I going to do?" Gina worried. She trusts me? What is wrong with my jock image that makes girls want to trust me and makes me not want to abuse that trust? How less complicated would my life be if I was as total asshole?

"Follow your heart, Gina. Have a little faith in you," I responded.

"What about us, -- you and me?" Gina asked.

"As I've told you earlier, you are beautiful. Mark is my friend and I don't feel there can be an 'us' while the two of you are together. You, Jamie, and Emily are a different matter," I assured her. "Don't worry about me getting jealous; Jamie has always gone her own way and I think Emily likes you."

"She does?" Gina sounded a bit surprised.

"Oh, yeah, trust me on that one. Emily likes you a lot," I told her.

"Amber?" Gina questioned.

"Amber less so, but that has more to do with what she likes than anything personal," I assured her.

"We are not talking about friendship, are we?" Gina asked for clarification.

"Nope," I answered. Gina looked at her hands a long time.

"All of this was going on when we were in high school, wasn't it?" she inquired.

"Yes, it was," I grinned.

"I always thought there was something 'friendly' about Emily and Jamie; they were always so helpful and touchy-feely," she noted.

"Did you like that level of relationship?" I asked. She thought that over for a minute.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "Yes, I did. Do you think Mark will get upset?"

"Are you going to dump him?" I responded.

"No," Gina declared. "Mark is the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Then I think we are okay. The weird thing will be if Mark wants to watch," I informed her.

"That would be -- different," she allowed.

"So, when we get back are you going to want a little alone time with Jamie to talk things out?" I inquired.

"No. I think I've got enough to think about tonight," she smiled happily. The rest of the drive passed with the radio on and a new level of comfort between us.

Life with Jamie is rarely dull or disappointing: case in point, coming home and finding Jamie in a sheer black silk teddy, the thinnest of thongs, and a lacy half-cup bra. She struck a provocative pose at the door right before we came in.

"Hey, Troops," she purred in a perfectly sultry voice. 

Gina turned to me and tugged my arm. 

"Do you remember what you asked me earlier? Well, I'm changing my answer to yes," she moaned.

"Sorry, Gina, can't talk -- blood rushing out of brain," I mumbled. 

Jamie beamed triumphantly.

"You two get inside; it is so cold my nipples are hard enough to cut glass," Jamie shivered.

My hand was half way up to comfort one of those freezing nipples when an idea occurred to me. I took Gina's hand and placed it on one of Jamie's breasts first, then took hold of the other one. Together we forced Jamie back into the house and I kicked the door shut. Gina was already stroking and rubbing the sheer fabric between her fingers and Jamie's flesh.

By the time I safely got the food to the ground Jamie had shifted out of her teddy and was unclasping her bra from the front to give us better access. Gina needed no encouragement but dove straight onto Jamie's nipple, suckling deep and hard. Not to be outdone, I began licking and teasing her other breast. Jamie rolled her head up, moaned intently, and ran her fingers through our hair.

"That's right," Jamie murmured, "keep it up." When I positioned my hand down to Jamie's pubic area I was surprised and amused to find that Gina had beat me there. I quickly worked out a pattern so we could cooperate in pulling Jamie's thong down to pet her pussy. Gina went to town with her fingers and thumb on Jamie's slit while I was left tweaking and pulling on her clit.

"No fair," Jamie panted, "I want -- wanted to -- last longer." Gina and I redoubled our efforts and Jamie began to shake. I quickly dove beneath her legs and opened my mouth to lap up as much of her juices as I could.

"Ah, ah, ah ...-- Gina!" she screamed as I was deluged. I drank and slurped for all I was worth but I was still coated down my chin and chest. Jamie was left putting her hands on my shoulders to support herself.

Gina looked down at me with wide eyes.

"She -- comes a lot," she wondered.

"That's my girl," I grinned as I licked my lips as I stripped out of my shirt.

"Your turn," Jamie growled hungrily, and took hold of Gina's cum-soaked hand then started taking her to the sofa.

Jamie half yanked/ half helped Gina remove her clothing. I was stripping down too, but I had a different goal in mind. Jamie pushed Gina down on the sofa and crawled between her legs. They began kissing hesitantly at first but with more and more energy as Gina embraced the situation. Soon she was pulling Jamie into her and sucking on her neck and earlobe.

Only then did Jamie allow her hand to go below the neckline. First she cupped both breasts and played with them, tweaking the nipples and stroking the areolas while continuing to kiss Gina's lips and chin. Gina shuddered when Jamie's hand flowed along her belly and played with her delicate pubic hair, then began to gyrate on the seat and make little gasping sounds.

Jamie's fingers began reaching into the folds between Gina's thighs and pushed her fingers in.

"Someone's been naughty," Jamie teased, as she brought up two fingers coated in Gina's juices. She sucked them clean and went back for more. Gina blushed furiously but kept bucking her hips against Jamie's hand.

Breaking their lip-lock Jamie began to suck and nibble her way down Gina's body, clearly in a way that Mark hadn't. It was at time like these that I really appreciated all the time and effort Jamie, Emily, and Amber had put into me and my experience with them. Gina brought a hand up to her mouth, biting down on a finger to keep her moaning to a minimum.

Jamie took that as a good sign; rolling her tongue in Gina's belly button before lowering herself to Gina's pubic hair and gently sucking on it. This was a new trick of Jamie's and I blamed internet porn -- or should I say, I appreciated her use of internet porn. Gina certainly showed her appreciation by starting to suck in deep breaths.

Then Jamie reached her clit and went straight for the kill; she bit it. Gina screamed and bowed her body painfully. Before she could recover, Jamie was rubbing two fingers into Gina and sucking her clit for all she was worth. Gina was still fighting mightily to control herself; it was time for me to make my move.

I sidled up behind Jamie and pushed her thighs apart. She began swaying her ass back and forth seductively and when I entered her pussy from behind she let out a deep breath onto Gina's cunt. This was only the prelude; once I had my cock good and lubed up, I shifted it up to her anal ring. 

Jamie picked up her pace with Gina who was now beating her fists into the sofa in ecstasy. I entered Jamie's back door slowly at first but she suddenly thrust against me.

"Oh, fuck!" she groaned, because I knew the move had to be painful. I took hold of her hips and gently entered her the rest of the way until my crotch was pressed against her ass crack.

"Do me, bitch," was Jamie's way of coaxing me on so I was kind enough to obey. I slammed my meat into her brutally and repeatedly. At the same time I was driving Jamie's tongue deeper into Gina's love box where she alternated between one and two fingers. Jamie succumbed first but before she did, she sucked up as much of Gina's cunt juice as she could. 

Jamie's ass clamped down like a vise and she jetted so hard with her juices that my balls were hurt by the spray. Just for that I started slapping her ass. Seconds later Jamie mumbled something.

"What was that?" I questioned.

"Harder, please harder," she moaned. What can I say? I obliged.

Gina was turning out to be a harder fortress to storm. I knew that Jamie was reaching the end of her endurance when I shot off inside her bowels. That gave her a little more incentive, which she used to slip a finger into Gina's ass and the girl screamed. I don't mean called out; I mean a 'the neighbors should be calling the cops because someone was being murdered over here' scream.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh -- Aaahhh -- Fuck!" Gina went off. She was all over the place and Jamie wouldn't relent. She kept sucking on Gina's clit and pumping both holes as fast as she could go. Gina started screaming all over again and I was thinking double homicide before she crashed into a whimpering heap. I yanked Jamie back and the girl immediately crashed into my arms.

"Nailed you, ya little vixen," Jamie gloated between desperate gulps of air. Gina remained still except for her expanding and contracting bosom. I wrapped my arms around Jamie and let her bask in the glow of her handiwork.

"I can't believe I wasted a whole year not doing this," Gina managed to croak once her eyes opened.

"Does Mark not go down on you?" Jamie asked.

"No," Gina admitted.

"Do you go down on him?" Jamie questioned. Gina nodded. "Then we'll have to train him to be a good boy," Jamie continued. "It took us no time at all to train Craig here."

"Hey! I'm still in the room you know," I said defensively. Jamie reached behind her and stroked my cheek.

"Now be a good boy and go get us some towels and wet wash cloths," Jamie grinned over her shoulder. I bent her over, smacked her ass hard enough to make her squawk, and went off to do as instructed.

When I got back Gina was lying on the sofa, head in Jamie's lap. Jamie was twirling Gina's hair and making little cooing noises to her. I slipped a wash cloth into each of their hands then put out the towels were Jamie had been climactic. I joined them on the sofa, putting Gina's feet in my naked lap and started giving her a foot massages. Gina started purring in response.

"Are you two always like this?" Gina inquired.

"No," Jamie snapped off her reply, "usually we have whips, chains and handcuffs."

"Don't scare the girl, Jamie. All we've ever used were handcuffs," I corrected.

"Wait until you see what I got you for Christmas, Lover-Boy," Jamie giggled.

"On that cheery note, let's eat. I'm starved and I think we've all worked up an appetite," I hoped. Jamie and Gina gave me the nod so we were soon pigging out with the added benefit of eating any fallen food off one another's bodies. Hygienic? Not likely, but still fun. It was with some reluctance that we got dressed and watched some TV until midnight.

That evening as Jamie and I were lying in bed and prepared to sleep together Jamie looked to me and whispered,

"Did we do the right thing with Gina?"

"I think so. I didn't touch her and I think Mark will be much more receptive to suggestions from you than from me," I offered.

"Don't guys get weirded out when their girls hit it off with other girls?" she asked.

"Sure, but there is always that voyeuristic desire as well; as I said, as long as you aren't taking their girl away, most guys are curious enough to listen," I confided in her.

"What if Gina decides to hook up with me?" Jamie worried.

"Then we have a problem," I admitted. "Best case: I move in with Mark and Gina moves in with you. Worse case: he moves out and rent becomes a lot harder."

"I'm still not sorry," Jamie confessed. "I think we did Gina some good."

"I feel the same way," I said as I hugged her. 

Right then there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Gina asked.

"Sure," we both said. Gina came over to our bed and looked down at us. I didn't hesitate; I pulled back the covers and Jamie and I scooted over. Gina crawled in, lay on her side facing us, and draped an arm over Jamie.

"Thank you. I don't want to sleep alone tonight," she told us.

"It is okay," Jamie assured her. We all intertwined our limbs. 

I was drifting off when I felt a hand rubbing my cock over my underwear. It took me a second to realize it wasn't Jamie's.

"No," I whispered, "we can't."

"You've been so nice to me, Craig. I only want to make you feel good. I know I can," she said. Mind you, Jamie was lying between us so I wasn't sure how that would work.

"It is not necessary, Gina," I replied. I could feel myself rapidly growing to my full length. "As you can tell, you excite me, but I don't want us making a mistake we may well regret." 

Gina sighed.

"If you ever change your mind, Craig," she promised.

"If I do, I guarantee I'll eat up every inch of you; you are an incredible turn on," I promised. Gina's hand worked up to my chest.

"Now if you two are done," mumbled Jamie, "you had better let me get some sleep or I will get my whips out."

(Two days after Christmas)

I knocked on the door of Eleanor's apartment, present in hand. It took a few seconds for the tall roommate to get the door. 

"Hey, Prentiss," I greeted her. We had finally exchanged names right before Christmas Break.

"Tammy is still out," she said as she let me in, "but Eleanor, Denise and I are all back. How was Christmas for you?"

"You know, the standard jock stuff; naked co-eds, binge drinking, and running from the law," I replied with a hand over my heart.

"Gotchya, jacking off in the bathroom again," she smirked.

"What?" I cried out. "Does no one believe I'm a stud muffin?"

Eleanor and Denise were sitting back watching TV as I walked in. Eleanor jumped up and jaunted toward me. 

"Hey, Eleanor, your Passion Piston has arrived," Denise laughed, and I groaned. Eleanor grabbed my arm, led me over to her chair, sat me down and leapt onto my lap.

"I have a present for you," I told her as I showed her the gift. Eleanor bent over backwards and pulled up a heavy present for me. We exchanged and opened up the package we hoped the other would want. I had two text books and a lab workbook for Organic Chemistry;. I got Eleanor an E-Reader.

"Text books?" I questioned and Eleanor pressed her tight little ass into my crotch.

"You are taking Organic Chemistry this semester?" she grinned.

"Yes, under Pittman," I smiled back. We both knew that Pittman was her professor and any class he taught would actually be covered by her.

"Oh, God!" I reacted in mock-horror. "What hideous cow will they stick me with this semester?" Eleanor grabbed my chin and forced a kiss on my lips. "Is it you?" I questioned innocently.

"You have that right, Mister," she said, pleased with herself.

"Denise," I pleaded, "save me."

"Nope, sorry, Craig. I like you, but I like all my limbs attached more. You are on your own," she snickered. Prentiss waved away any hope of aid coming from her direction.

"Craig," Eleanor sighed happily, "how long can you stay?"

"All day," I replied, which made Eleanor even happier. Eleanor got up from my lap and began dragging me upstairs.

"Help me!" I pleaded.

"Hush, you," Eleanor laughed. To her roommates she said, "We'll be upstairs conducting a biology experiment."

"Oh, that's what you're calling it now?" Denise chuckled.

Once we got into her room she rushed into my arms, kissing me with me kissing her back. I worked my way around her neck and ears and Eleanor wrapped her leg around one of my own.

"Clothes," I murmured. That got us racing to strip down and we fell into bed. I noticed she'd been sleeping with one of my shirts next to her pillow. I held it up with a questioning expression and she blushed; she liked the smell of me.

I decided to make a small leap in our relationship. I forced her hands above her head and loosely bound her hands with the shirt. Eleanor closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. I took the moment to get a condom on; the noise made her lick her lips. She tried to move her hands down but I pushed them back. I started kissing her all over her upper body. 




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 06



While one hand kept her hands pinned, the other ran down her thigh and kneaded her ass, pulling her stomach against my cock.

"Please fuck me," she whimpered.

"You know what I want," I taunted her.

"No," she pleaded. She knew I wanted multiple orgasms from her. It was a not-so-little game we played. I was going to rack her with pleasure though she could stop me at any time with but a word. Instead, she trembled in anticipation as she let my higher hand glide down her arm, settling on the cord of flesh between her shoulder and neck. I rubbed it back and forth and drew forth a full-body response. God this woman's body was fantastic.

I borrowed a trick from Jamie and moved my fingers through her pubic hair then gave it a slow pull.

"Ah!" she squealed, so I did it again and again. "Ah, ah," she continued to groan. I ran my higher hand over until my fingers ran along her lips. She nipped at them even though her eyes were still closed.

I slithered down her body so that I could take her whole breast into my mouth and suck on it for all I was worth. At the same time I rubbed down to her clit and Eleanor screamed out my name and thrashed about the bed. Before she could recover I flipped her over and pulled her onto her knees. This was a new position for us and Eleanor was momentarily uncertain. I was plunging into her before she could react.

"Oh," she gasped. I pushed the rest of the way into her snug, silky orifice and held myself there. Slowly I pulled back until I was half way out. For another second I waited and then Eleanor pushed against me until she'd taken in my entire shaft. Now that I had her going I reached up and pulled her hair, causing her to push up with her arms and give me a stronger thrusting force into her. I also reached around and started rubbing her clit vigorously.

It didn't take much time before she started huffing and sobbing in pleasure.

"Uh, uh, uh -- Craig!" she called out again. Even as she fell away from me, I had my own orgasm. I leant back on my haunches struggling to breathe as well. I was still not done yet. I took off the condom, tied it off, and sank it in the waste basket with one expert toss.

While she remained on her stomach I then spread Eleanor's legs apart and started licking her slit to anus, first slowly and gently, then with greater and greater passion.

"Craig," Eleanor purred. I started alternating between licking and sticking a finger in. When she was ready enough I stuck a second finger in. Even with a thorough fucking she was still tight.

When I felt she was ready I pulled out my fingers and pressed one against her anus.

"Craig?" Eleanor questioned weakly and with a bit of fear.

"If it becomes too painful I'll stop but I think you might like this," I said with compassion. Eleanor nodded her head.

It took it very slow, rubbing with small circles and occasional pressure on the puckered hole. Soon enough she was no longer tensing up so I put on a little more pressure. I could feel her struggling to relax and when she did so, I entered her. Eleanor hiccupped so I held very still.

"I'm okay," she whispered after a few seconds. I gave her an incremental intrusion and waited for her approval to go further.

When I got to my second knuckle I stopped, then withdrew until only the tip remained. I retraced the process, found her resistance weakening, and sped up the progress.

"Craig -- oh, God, Craig -- I'm going to," Eleanor moaned. She came so hard she actually squirted on me, something she'd never done before. I pulled out and let her rest as I lay beside her.

Eleanor untangled her hands and crawled up beside me.

"Merry Christmas," she sighed with contentment.

"Merry Christmas," I responded.

"What made you so inventive today?" she murmured.

"Celebrating a new year for us," I told her. "Do you mind?"

"My butt hurts," she giggled.

"Imagine what actual anal sex is like," I teased.

"Oh, hell, no," she gasped. "A finger was more than enough; there is no way you are getting that thing," she grabbed my soft penis, "in me."

"Please," I begged laughingly.

"Even if it hurts me?" she responded.

"No. I never want you to feel you have to do anything for me, Eleanor," I comforted her.

"What about your other girlfriends?" she asked.

"Which one?" I requested. "I have so many?"

"You really are a beast," she giggled again. "How many do you have?"

"You and Jamie, really; Emily is a good friend, but we aren't like that," I replied.

"Could it ever be only you and me?" she said. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at her.

"Would you like that?" I queried softly. Eleanor studied me.

"I said something wrong, didn't I?" she whispered.

"No. You are giving me your body; you have every right to feel possessive. But Jamie and I have a history that dates back to a real hard time in our lives;. I can't throw that away." I explained to Eleanor. "Does that mean you want me to leave?" I asked. 

She hugged me tightly.

"No," she murmured into my chest. "I'd like you all the time but I'm happy with what I have. I don't want you to get bored with me."

"That's it!" I exclaimed, "I've had it with you." Eleanor looked at me with serious surprise and anguish. "I've had it with your self-doubt. What do you prefer,; spanking or tickling?"

"Huh? What?" Eleanor gasped. Then it dawned on her what was about to happen and she belatedly tried to struggle into a defensive position. I was much faster and stronger than she. Eleanor was quickly face-down over my lap and I was stinging each luscious little butt cheek in turn with sharp slaps.

"Please, please," she begged. I gave ten taps to each cheek then helped her up.

Eleanor rubbed her offended backside gingerly.

"That stings," she said in a hurt tone.

"Are you ever going to doubt that I want you and want to be with you ever again?" I insisted.

"No," she sighed, then winced. I drew her in and wrapped my arms around her as she nestled her head against my chest. Suddenly she started laughing.

"What is it?" I inquired.

"You are going to pay for that in labs," she snickered. Now it was my turn to groan. Still, it didn't stop me from doing the last little thing I wanted to do. I pulled out my wallet and handed her a piece of paper.

"What is this?" she asked as she opened it.

"It is my home address if you ever want to stop by," I grinned. That got me a huge hug.

(First day of classes)

Barney and I sat down in next to one another in Organic Chemistry.

"I hope we have a decent grad student this year," he grinned to me. Sometimes I had to wonder how clueless Barney was. He didn't have to wait long. Before class even started Eleanor came striding in and set herself up front. She looked into the seats and frowned at me.

"Oh, God," Barney groaned. "We are screwed," he said, when he saw our nemesis from last year. It wasn't like I was advertising to anyone that I was sleeping with my TA.

"I'll try to be nicer to her this semester," I offer.

"Dude, you could fuck her brains out and she'd still hate you," he muttered. Any other conversation was cut off by the start of class; neither one of us wanted to draw down Eleanor's wrath yet.

Barney and I shared our second class of the day as well: The History of Medieval Politics. It had sounded interesting last year. We settled down to see how bad this would be when I spotted an old semi-familiar face. Betsy Atkins stood at the entrance to the class looking around for a seat. Our gaze met but she was clearly not regarding me as a friend. I motioned her over anyway.

She moved over a few desks until she settled into the seat on the other side of me. It took Barney a moment to realize she was there but when he did his jaw dropped.

"Hey, Betsy, want to join us for the semester?" I asked casually.

"Us?" she replied.

"Yes, Barney and I." I pointed to Barney. She nodded, barely acknowledging him. I couldn't help but be depressed.

"Are you going to help me study?" she asked with a straight face.

"Barney," I turned to my buddy, "is that okay with you?"

Barney's eyes bugged out; he gurgled something unintelligible then nodded.

"Welcome to the team," I grinned to Betsy, who surprised me by smiling back. I snuck a look over to Barney who looked stupid and love-struck. I guessed he'd be copying my notes for today.

No week would be complete without Organic Chemistry lab and when Barney saw Eleanor after we walked in, I could feel a little part of his soul die.

"You can get another lab partner if you like," I offered.

"Who else would take you?" he pointed out.

"I can't argue with that," I agree. We took our seats and laid out our assignments.

"Mr. Dawkins, Mr. Ross,; I'm glad to see you've come back for another semester of grueling punishment," Eleanor growled.

"Ms. Cosby," I smile, "I must say you look fetching today." Eleanor's growl deepened while Barney sobbed.

"I don't mind you dragging me to hell," Barney whispered, "but do you have to pull out the god-damned marshmallows?"

"Would whistling help?" I snickered.

"Shut the fuck up," he grinned.

As normal, we were the last to leave. Eleanor kept torturing us as long as possible. As I was making my way out, she held up her hand.

"Mr. Dawkins, do you think you will do any better this semester?"

"Yes, Eleanor."

"I want you to know I'm going to be very hard on you. In fact, I'm going to ride you all year long," she glared at me.

"You want to ride me?" I whisper. "When is that supposed to start?"

"How about tonight?" she replied with a gleam in her eye.

"I'll do what I can," I smiled. She nodded and let me leave. When I got out Barney looked at me with some sympathy.

"Bro, what did she say?" he inquired.

"The usual; telling me how hard I'm going to have to work it this semester," I replied. I had to wonder when all this came out if he was going to hate me or laugh with me.

We gathered around seven, the house, and went over what we expected the year to look like. As usual, Jamie was pitied or accused of being a masochist for carrying the most classes and most of the hardest ones too. I found her brain to be so sexy. Amber was already angling for a summer internship in the sports program and she hinted that Marcus and I could help.

Marcus and I had our usual sports stuff, plus our course loads, but this was becoming routine so no one bought our complaints. Barney kept bitching about finding a part-time job while Jesse was looking into a semester abroad in the summer. The curious thing was that Emily and Gina had gotten jobs together at a twenty-four hour pharmacy; go figure.

(Second Day of classes)

My 'off" days of classes are like the first day of the week, but with only two classes in the afternoon. It was fantastic to finish up PT with the team then come back to bed for a few hours. I figured I was alone in the place so I stripped off in my room and crashed with the door open. I was dropping off when my fuzzy consciousness tried to remind me that I was not alone.

I was still trying to recall who was in the house when I tilted my head up lightly and saw Amber wearing a black oversized t-shirt and tight yellow shorts staring at me. I moved to draw the blanket over me but Amber didn't move. I really didn't know what to tell her so we kept staring at each other. Finally, Amber took a few steps into the room, turned, and shut my door.

"Craig I--," Amber stammered as she turned to face me once more.

"I've missed you, Amber," I said with a passionate catch in my voice. She walked up to my side and looked down at me with a struggle of emotions in her countenance. 

"We are not getting back together," she whispered, "but, God, I've missed you."

"Missing you doesn't begin to cover it, Amber," I confessed.

"Shut up, Craig," she smiled as she knelt by my waist and ran a hand underneath the blanket. "Hmmm -- I've missed you," she murmured, clearly talking to my penis. She pushed the blanket aside and leaned over me. I began stroking her hair as she drew closer to my cock.

"Mmmm" she moaned as my cockhead touched the roof of her mouth. She rolled it up in her tongue, surrounding it with wetness before pulling back until the lips alone held me there. She repeated this process several times, sneaking looks up at me to assure herself she was driving me absolutely wild with desire.

I let my hand roam down from Amber's hair, along her neck, and coasting down her spine. Around mid-back she let my cock slide to the back of her mouth and tilted her entire head to stare at me suggestively. She knew what I wanted and was debating giving it to me.

"Mmmm - ah," she murmured, which I took to be "okay".

Sure enough, Amber began working off her shirt first, getting one arm out, then her head, and finally her other arm, alternating masturbating my cock with either hand. She then worked her shorts down -- no panties -- and kicked those aside. She wiggled her ass towards me.

"Is this what you want, Craig?" she taunted me.

"Oh, hell, yeah," I assured her. With an exaggerated sigh Amber got up and straddled my chest facing away from me. She spread out, pressing her body down and letting her breasts brush tantalizingly against my stomach. For my part, I grabbed Amber's hips and pulled her crotch down to my face.

Amber began lavishing attention on my penis once more, pressing it down and licking from helmet to my balls. I rubbed my face into Amber's pussy before going at it with my tongue and lips. I was going at it so hot and heavy, I hardly pay attention to the job Amber was doing on my rod.

"Damn it, Craig, that feels so fucking good. The last guy I went out with wouldn't even go down on me," Amber gasped out. Whoever that guy is, he's a damn fool.

I didn't stop; in fact, I was inspired to be even more creative and determined. Amber wouldn't be outdone, though; she deep-throated me in one steady motion, constricting her throat into a pulsing, vise-like grip. My palms rose along her stomach to her breasts, feeling their perfect texture and weight. No sooner did I begin to work on her nipples with gentle strokes than Amber started to tremble.

She became more frantic on my cock, rapidly sucking me in, then going down and taking in both my balls, singularly and together. God, I miss Amber so much, and it is not just for her skill; it is because of the symmetry we share. I shifted Amber down and began to make full on love to Amber's clit; it got my tongue to twirl it, my lips to pull and kiss it, and my teeth to tease it with a hint of pain.

Amber's scream was muted by her mouth being full of my cock but my face definitely got serviced with plentiful vaginal fluids. I know what Amber likes, even if she might not like it this very second. I pulled my arms around while Amber was coasting down from her first climax. One hand slipped along her stomach and approached her pussy from above and latched on to her clit.

The other hand came from behind, over her ass, and slid down her ass cleft and entered her pussy in the rear. Now I assaulted her from both sides and Amber cried out.

"Craig!" she yowled, even as her breathing grew deep and ragged. "You bastard."

I pumped rapidly for half a minute before asking,

"Do you want me to stop, Amber?" I asked with as much innocence as I could fake.

"Cumm -- cumm -- cumming, please don't stop," she moaned. I rewarded her with a plunge of my tongue deep inside her, my face buried in her cunt.

Amber shook and spasmed to through her second orgasm, giving me a slight respite, thankfully, because I'm about to lose it myself. Amber refused to give up on my cock; the second her tremors ceased she was's back at it with extra vigor. My options then were ass or tits so I went for the gentle cycle and the breasts. Now it was my turn.

"Amber -- I'm about to shoot." Amber pinched the base of my shaft and looked over her shoulder at me with a salacious grin.

"Maybe I should go now," she teased.

"Whatever you want, Amber, but please don't stop. I'm about to blow," I pleaded.

"I'll hold you to that, Craig," Amber smiled before she pounced onto my cock once more. It didn't take thirty seconds for Amber to totally erode my control.

"Cummming," I warned her right before I began shooting off streams of semen into her mouth. What makes Amber an even better cocksucker than her awesome technique is her ability and willingness to swallow a whole lot of cum. She didn't disappoint me today.

I took it as a good sign that Amber rolled on the bed toward the wall and not toward the center of the room. She twisted over so that we are now facing one another, her face conflicted but also sated.

"Thanks, Amber, that was wonderful," I praised her from the depths of my heart.

"Don't expect it to happen again," she cautioned me, but even as she said that her hand wandered down to my crotch and began stroking my penis.

My semi-flaccid member twitched and then started to grow and thicken. Amber licked her lips and started increasing her strokes up and down. I tested the waters by reaching out for a breast and fondling it, which earned me no negative reaction. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. Amber responded by looking up. We jointly parted our lips and went in for the kiss.

In no time I had Amber back on top of me, kissing each other madly and her rocking on the tip of my penis, lubricated by her juices.

"We are not going to do this again," Amber panted, as she slipped my cock within her labia. It is clear she is ready to take even more into her.

"How about we do it once a week?" I suggested.

"Good idea," she spontaneously agreed. "Once a week -- we can be fuck-buddies."

"Friends with Benefits," I offered.

"Yeah, that sounds better," she agreed, even as she rose up and begins to pump and grind my rod and crotch in an ever more fevered pitch. Even as we sweated and came together I could see the brilliance in Amber's eyes as she looked down at me. We were lying to one another; my life was going to be a whole lot more complicated. But so what? I had Amber back -- if I didn't blow it once more.



A Tale of the Technician Ch. 07



*Don't fear the waves, fear the undertow*

(One more from Shawhollow)

(Emily isn't an idiot so trust her enough to uphold her end of the friendships she's forged.)

(Two Weeks Later)

School has a pattern; first is the uncertainty of taking something new and deciding if you are going to drop the course before the deadline. Then the boredom sets in as you get the hang of what you think you are doing. Finally comes the abject terror that you've committed yourself to a course you hate/can't complete. We were all on the cusp of Stage Three.

You could say everyone in the house was a bit stressed about school; when you added in the hormones of the young and things got down right anxious. We dealt with this in a number of ways. We divided up kitchen duty, times for our study groups, and who needed rides to work. For that one day, that Thursday, I was pretty sure we had it all under control.

Barney, Betsy, and I are in one corner of the living room doing our history thing while Jesse and his boyfriend Derrick have the other. Mark and Jamie are playing with the X-box, Gina is at work, and Emily and Amber are studying in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Since none of us are expecting company we look around the room to see who would stop what they are doing to answer the call.

Barney losses the battle of wills, sighs and trots to the door. He opens it and stammers something which translates over from Awkward Man-speak as 'hot woman at door'.

"May I come in," a hauntingly familiar and frightening voice asks. She doesn't wait for Barney to answer opting to push past him and enter the entry hall.

I am staring at Mercedes and three thoughts rush through my head; how does she know where we live, what's her plan, and can I reach Jamie before she erupts?

"Hey Craig," she purrs at the same time that Emily skips down the hallway with a big smile on her face.

"Mercedes!" she squeals as she runs up and hugs the newcomer. I would admonish Emily if I wasn't racing to catch Jamie as she comes off the floor.

"Bitch!" Jamie screams as she thrashes in my bear hug. Since I am holding her arms pinned to her chest she kicks out instead.

"Please," Emily pleads to Jamie. "We've made up and Mercedes is very sorry about what happened."

"That's right," Mercedes smiles mischievously. "I was very bad and I'd like to apologize to both you and Craig."

"Oh, to hell you say!" Jamie thunders. "I'm not forgiving shit because you haven't changed, you cunt."

"I accept your apology," I tell Mercedes, taking a different tact.

"Craig, you can't believe this shit?" Jamie gawks as she turns to see if I'd drunk the Kool-Aid.

"I'm cool with it if Emily is," I soothe Jamie as I back out of the living room toward the bedrooms.

"You are a bitch," Jamie screams at Mercedes as we exit the room. Once we are in our bedroom and the door is shut I put Jamie down and she promptly slaps me.

"Don't you ever do that to me again," she snaps.

"Listen Jamie, it is better to have her and Emily where we can keep an eye on them than have her telling Emily that we aren't really her friends," I explain. I also fail to promise her that I wouldn't remove her from an awkward situation when needed.

Jamie vibrates with poorly contained energy, her gaze toward me alternating between impressed and furious. When smoke starts boiling out of her ears I take action. I grab Jamie and kiss her violently, crushing her to me. I give her a little room after a minute.

"Sex! Now!" Jamie demands.

"Later," I assuage her, "we have company."

"RRRRR" Jamie responds accompanied with some heavy breathing. My eyes gravitate to her braless breasts, a move that Jamie catches.

"You are hopeless," she says as she rolls her eyes, but I can tell I've temporarily defused her wrath.

I take Jamie's hand and lead her back to the main room. The conversation subsides when we return.

"So, are we okay?" Mercedes asks sweetly.

"Sure," I respond. Jamie glares at Mercedes but keeps the peace and resumes her place with the X-box. Emily looks at me nervously so I give her a wink and a smile only belatedly catching Mercedes taking in the whole exchange.

I rejoin my study group and we get back to business. I catch Betsy tossing me a questioning look but I indicate that it is a story that takes more than one breath so she lets it lie. Emily and Mercedes go back to their room to 'study' while Amber comes over to the sofa and sits down next to me very platonic-like.

I end up being the one to take Betsy home, stopping on the way to pick up Gina from work. Gina is her warm friendly self as she gets into the back seat of my car, hugging me and almost hugging Betsy who barely recoils in time. Once again Betsy gives me this curious look. 

"I have a bunch more girls as friends than actual girlfriends," I try to explain.

"Of course," she says with a straight face. "It is none of my business anyway."

"Wow," Gina snickers, "she's so hot for you."

"I am not," insists Betsy. "He's not my type."

"No she's not (hot for me)," I add, then, "I'm not?"

"No, you are not and if he's so hot why are you sharing him with all those other roommates of his?" Betsy asks Gina. Gina chuckles.

"I'm not sleeping with Craig. He's Mark's best friend and I'm with Mark. So, what is your excuse?" Gina replies.

"I prefer a prospective boyfriend to have more morals," Betsy informs us. Gina and I exchange looks by way of the rearview mirror.

"What do you mean Betsy?" I inquire. "I've always been nice to you."

"Craig, you sleep with every girl you meet," Betsy explains. Okay...

"What makes you think that?" I have to ask causing Betsy to sigh patiently.

"How many women have you slept with, if you haven't lost count?" she says with a heavy dose of condescension.

"Three," I fire off immediately. I remind myself that Betsy alienates almost everyone she knows in a matter of months.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that?" Betsy replies.

"Craig," Gina questions me playfully, "how many girls have hit on you?" I have to think about that.

"A few," I prevaricate. Gina snorts.

"Mark says that you get all kinds of play at those football parties," she grins.

"Having some sluts rub up against him hardly makes Craig more appealing," Betsy counters.

"One; they are not sluts. Two; it was all harmless fun," I grumble.

"If you say so," she sniffs a rebuff.

"Betsy, do I bother you?" I inquire. She gave me a serious once over.

"No, you behave yourself around me and you are pretty smart for a jock," she admits.

"I feel the same way about you Betsy. You may keep looking at my crotch but you are discrete about it," I tease her. I expect some sort of snappy denial so when she turns and looks out the window without comment I am a bit floored.

"Betsy, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for," I apologize after a moment.

"Okay," is her clipped reply.

"That's good," I tell her. "After all, if you dumped me it would ruin my reputation as a man-whore."

"Well," groans Betsy, "we can't have that." Shortly after that we drop Betsy off and Gina has joined me in the front seat, Gina smiles at me and says,

"You like her."

"Sure I like her but I wish she'd notice that Barney existed. He is so into her and I think he could put up with her crap if they ever got into a relationship," I respond.

"That's very nice of you. I'm sure she'd sleep with you if you went after her," Gina comments.

"I think we both know I don't want to sleep with every woman I find attractive," I reply.

"Don't I know it," she sighs playfully. Getting back is fun to say the least. I really need some quality time with Jamie. Between Mercedes and Betsy I am getting too wound up.

Of course, coming through the door Barney 'manhandles' me into the kitchen.

"Craig, I called Betsy and asked her out on a date," he blubbers.

"Well, good for you," I smile and pat him on the back.

"She said yes ... what am I going to do?" he continues to stutter.

"I imagine you'll pick out a nice place to eat and a movie you think she'll like to see," I suggest.

"Ummm ... okay, right," Barney nods.

"Barney, relax; this is not the end of the world. Take it one step at a time," but I have a feeling Barney isn't really listening anymore. 

The thankful thing is everyone else has crashed out so I clean up and creep into my bedroom, hoping for a little comfort. I am about to pad over to Jamie's bed when I see her in mine. As I slip under the covers she moves over ... and I know I've made a mistake.

"Amber?"

"Yes," she whispers back. "Emily and the whore are getting busy so Jamie said I could crash here." I remain silent. "Yes," Amber snickers, "she is the dark psychic girl," and by she I know she means Jamie.

"This doesn't change anything between us right?" I say quietly.

"No," she answers, then, "Is that your thumb between my legs or are you not hard yet?" I shift around to clarify the matter to her. "Oh fuck, Craig," she hisses, "you are hard as a rock. If you are going to fuck me at least me get my underwear out of the way."

"Do you want to fuck?" I all but beg urgently.

"Wouldn't you rather we cuddle instead?" she tests me. The short, truthful answer is 'no, but would you at least let me get the K-Y under the bed and beat off first', but that's not how I respond. I snuggle up, wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight. Amber presses her head against my neck and takes a deep breath.

"Good night," Amber breathes into me. I resolve to somehow will my erection to obedience and I am making some headway, no pun intended, when I hear a woman go off in a very passionate and vocal orgasmic explosion. It has to be Mercedes, the bitch, and because love obviously abhors a vacuum Mark and Gina begin getting busy on the other side of the wall. Now I know what Jesse had gone through last semester.

(Friday)

I blame myself, really I do. I am so busy getting the story from Emily on how she and Mercedes have hooked back up – Mercedes had come crying to her full of remorse (yeah right) that I forget the other emotional train wreck in my life. Sometimes I think Emily is way too nice a person. An apology led to a coffee, to a walk in the park, to heavy petting at Mercedes' apartment to having sex here at our place.

Barney borrows my car for his date; so far so good. He chose one of the nicest places to eat near campus; even better. Had he remembered his wallet things would have worked out, but he didn't, so Betsy ends up paying for their meals. Betsy asks that she drive back to our place to get his wallet, but Barney insists that he drive and of course he is pulled over.

That is when Barney apparently losses the ability for coherent speech so he ends up going to the police station with a DUI. Betsy is smart enough to call me to come bail him out; I bring Jamie along to take my car and would have brought her in but she decides Barney was humiliated enough. Jesse is good enough to let me use his car for the pick-up.

At the station I meet a fuming Betsy and a friendly officer. After a bit of 'shop talk' about the team's chances next season he agrees to have Barney ROR'ed and he gets to show up to court on Monday to clear this up. The ride back to Betsy's dorm is done in tomb-like silence. At least Barney has enough dignity not to sob.

"Betsy, I'm sorry," Barney mumbles once we stop to drop Betsy off.

"Okay," she says curtly then gets out. I can't bare Barney's heartsick look.

"I'll be right back," I tell Barney. I jump out of the car and race to catch up with Betsy. I find her in front of the elevator.

"Betsy I'm ... Listen, I know Barney can do better. Please give him another shot," I plead.

"Are you serious?" she snaps. I nod and to her credit she takes a moment to think it over. She steps into me, puts a hand to the back of my head and draws me down into a kiss. Tentative at first then our tongues began to dart back and forth.

"Okay," she relents once we break our kiss, "but now we are even for the research paper."

"Huh? You came back and helped me with the English paper. You don't owe me anything," I respond.

"Craig, I would have been lost without your help and I'm smart enough to know it. You would have finished your English assignment with or without me," Betsy relates.

"Why the kiss then?" I have to ask.

"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," she states.

"I ... well ... how was it?" I inquire.

"I'm going out with Barney again, am I not?" she smiles. Now I can't decide if that's a good thing or not. Barney is my buddy and I want him to go on a date because his lady wants to spend time with him, not because she feels she owes me something. I guess I have to be satisfied with the hope that this time the real Barney will shine through and impress Betsy with the good guy I know him to be.

Barney and I get back without exchanging a word. I have a grand total of a year and a half dating experience and I have never experienced anything like this. Barney is even worse off in the girl-thing than me, so he is of no help. When we get home no one acts out of the ordinary.

"Barney, Betsy called and she wants you to call her when you got in," Jamie says nonchalantly.

Barney looks at me fearfully for an explanation like I'm some guru.

"Call her," I advise. Like a man walking to the gallows Barney walks over to the phone in the kitchen. The gang (Mark, Gina, Jamie, and Amber) are watching the TV and aren't likely to cut down on the noise. I figure Jesse and Derrick have already headed out for the night.

I head to the bathroom; see the door is somewhat ajar so I stroll on in. I catch Derrick drying off and our eyes lock.

"I need to use the toilet," I inform him. Derrick secures the towel around his waist before walking past me on the way back to Jesse's room. He smacks my ass as he does so.

"Don't you be play'en now," I tease him which is clearly the last thing he expects me to say. "I know you're someone's bitch."

Derrick gives me another look then laughs out loud.

"I'm going to tell Jesse you said that," he chuckles.

"What; that you are playing around, or that you're his bitch," I grin.

"Maybe I'll tell him you hit on me," he suggests.

"He'll never believe it," I reply. He looks for the punch line and I deliver. "He knows I'm far too afraid of Jamie to ever piss her off by pissing Jesse off that much."

"Ha," he laughs again. "I believe it. Jesse's told me about the scars she's left on your back. I'd be afraid of her too."

"I'll tell her you said that. It will make her night," I snicker. Derrick heads his way and I relieve myself. I pass Barney on the way back to the living room; he looks somewhat beyond stunned.

"Everything okay?" I question.

"Betsy asked if we could try again tomorrow night. I said yes," he mumbles.

"Good for you," I tell him as I put a hand on his shoulder and turn him around. "Jesse and Derrick are getting dressed." 

That is code for gay guys doing stuff that us straight guys might not want to wrap our minds around – being confident heterosexuals and all. For all I know they are really getting dressed for a night on the town, but letting Barney stumble in on them probably isn't wise. We return to the living room, Barney takes the recliner and I start to lay out on the sofa. Before I can get comfortable, Jamie and Amber get off the floor and settle in on either side of me – just like old times.

(Monday)

I'm in second semester Advanced Biology when I get a text from the Coach to contact him ASAP. I muddle through the rest of the class and give him a call in the hallway, or I start to.

"Hey Craig! Congrats," an upperclassman I barely know says as he comes up and slaps me on the back. I think his name is Tony or Tom.

"Huh?" I wonder.

"Lawrence Morgan announced he's going into the NFL draft," he grins. Oh hell, I was supposed to have this responsibility until year after next.

"Thanks, but I think I should see what the Coach has to say about that," I respond. I hope my smile doesn't come across as too feeble. 

I toy with the idea of blowing of Organic Chemistry but I think the Coach will understand that I put a high premium on my course load. Besides, I'm not going to blow off Eleanor and Barney. I call the man and give him my decision. He understands and asks me to come around to his office before lunch because there are things we need to discuss. I can't tell if that is good news or not.

I arrive at the Coach's office without too much drama. He is on the phone, but waves me to a seat. My Father has been out of the picture for some time so I'm a bit thin on male role models, but in the short time I've known him I think I could do worse than Coach. He does his best to tell you the right thing to do and makes you feel small if you don't do it without saying a word.

"Craig, I'm prepared to bring in a rising senior out of Fresno State to take the top spot as quarterback," he begins without preamble. "It is not a rebuke of you or your style, but I want you to get a bit more experience before saddling you with team leadership. You may still end up with the top slot. I'm keeping the team's options open; okay?"

"Absolutely," I nod. I'm neither elated for dodging the burden nor deflated for missing the limelight for another year. I was promised the lead position for my junior and senior years so I'm not really missing anything. "I still want the quarterback slot if I can get it," I add.

"I know you do Craig," Coach grins. "I also want you to know something. You were right and I was wrong."

That catches me off-guard. What can he be referring to?

"Mark Quantrill; I know you encouraged him to come here and try out for the team. You were so impressive at All-State I under-estimated his talent. He's become a real asset and it proves I was right about you; you read your players well. I'll tell you something else."

"Sir?"

"Morgan isn't going to last three years in the NFL. He has a fantastic arm but he doesn't play well with others. There is also the fact that this conference has some of the worst secondaries in the nation. Morgan is going to learn what it is like when he goes up against the professionals. I think he is going to have a rude awakening." 

"He still has the best arm I've ever seen," I counter.

"One of the differences between the two of you is you both have good arms – his is better – but you have a better head for the game. You know what your people can and can't do which makes you a far deadlier opponent. Besides, you should see our defensemen flinch every time you take a hit. I've never seen a defense care so much for the guy on the other side."

By that he means someone on the offense. There is always a rivalry between offense and defense. Whenever one side succeeds in a scrimmage, the other side gets yelled at. It is the way of things. Sometimes we forgot we are on the same team so I make a point of hanging out with the other half of the team when I am on the bench. It is a technique I had learned in high school. After all, you can't win a game if you can't stop the other team from scoring.

The phone rings and Coach answers it. He says a few words before catching my eye.

"Get out of here Dawkins, but I am going to need some of your time next week. We have some recruits coming by the University and I want you to meet them," Coach tells me. The phone rings and I'm dismissed to get back to the scholastic duties.

It is right at nine o'clock in the evening when the doorbell goes off once more. It has not been a great day. I became top quarterback and lost the slot all in a few hours. The Organic Chemistry lab was brutal and Eleanor took particular pleasure in torturing me for reasons unknown. It has also gotten a lot more crowded at our place.

Miracle of miracles, Betsy is spending time with Barney though I have to keep pulling him aside and remind him to grow a spine and stand up to Betsy. Bowing to her every whim is the surest way in my mind for her to go elsewhere. It is not a matter of domination; if you don't challenge her she loses all respect for you – it is that simple.




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 07



Like Betsy, I don't mind Derrick all that much. He is a bit of a flirt but Mark tolerates him and Barney is pretty clueless to his advances. Jamie has threatened to put a GPS tag on his ear so that Jesse can figure out whose room Derrick's snuck off to. Despite the age difference (Jesse is a freshman and Derrick is a junior), Jesse is the more adult member of their relationship and usually keeps Derrick in line.

No, the problem is Mercedes. She's making hanging out at our place a very regular occurrence. Worse, I think I know the reason and that is that Emily is such a wonderful freaking person. It doesn't stop Mercedes from being a vicious, manipulative bitch – that would be too easy. Mercedes has come to appreciate how nice, beautiful, and pleasant a person Emily is and she is falling into Emily's orbit. Since that makes Emily happy we have to lump it.

To make my evening perfect, when I came home from lab today I found out that Jamie has 'borrowed' one of my credit cards to purchase a king sized bed and had our two twin beds taken away; all without my knowledge or approval. It wasn't like I use that card for important stuff – like food, clothing and gas.

I'm so pissed with Jamie that I've rebuffed all attempts by her mollify me. She's been sexy, cute, sarcastic and even pleaded but I want nothing to do with her. Even Amber is starting to look worried. Barney has gotten up to get some drinks from the kitchen when the doorbell causes him to deviate and answer it.

"I ... I" Barney stammers. There is a woman at the door but I sense fear more than lust.

"Can I come in Mr. Ross?" the woman asks. I leap off the sofa and race to the door.

"Ah, sure," Barney gets out. Eleanor has barely stepped inside when I wrap her up in a hug and squeeze her tight.

"Dude, it is Eleanor!" Barney hisses in shock.

"Yeah, I know," I respond softly. Eleanor takes a half-step back and looks up at me warmly.

"I guess I didn't make a mistake coming here tonight," she smiles. Barney is dumbfounded.

"It is okay man," I tell him. "We've been together for a while." To Eleanor, "Come on in and meet the gang."

She puts her hand in mine and I lead her back to the living room. Introductions go around with varying degrees of interest. Okay, it is more like 'Who is this girl hanging on me, and why is Craig with her?' because they see a slightly older woman who initially comes across as relatively less attractive than every other woman I've been with.

Eleanor flinches when I point out Amber and is decidedly nervous when she is introduced to Jamie and Emily. Emily perks up and turns on her friendliest manner. Jamie grins as well as she stands up and heads our way. Amber is much tenser. This is the woman, after all, that I let break us apart.

"Hey; The Eleanor, eh?" Jamie beams. "Come over and sit with us," she motions to the sofa.

Jamie separates me from Eleanor, peeling her off to the sofa where she sits Eleanor down between her and Amber. Emily detaches from the love seat and Mercedes to squeeze in on the far side of Amber, effectively denying me a seat.

"Eleanor, do you want something to drink?" Jamie asks.

"Um, a Coke or some hot chocolate would be nice," Eleanor suggests quietly.

"Craig, get us some hot chocolates," Jamie commands.

"Get your own damn hot chocolate," I mutter back.

"Are you saying you want to sleep on the sofa tonight?" Jamie teases.

"Are you saying you want to sleep on the roof?" I retort.

"Craig, would you please get us some hot chocolate?" Emily asks politely. I shrug and head off. Mark and Gina are huddled on the floor and I see him cuddle up next to her.

"Babe, I love you," he tells Gina. He looks back at my four women on the sofa and adds, "I love you now more than ever." Bastard; like having one woman who adores him is so much better than four who torment and confuse me.

I get the water boiling before slipping back to the kitchen door so I can listen in to what the ladies are talking about. 

"It is so good to finally meet you," Jamie starts. "Craig talks about you a lot."

"He does?" Eleanor seems both frightened and curious. I'm not ashamed of Eleanor, but I don't share our private life either.

"It is more like the way he smiles when he's spent time with you," Jamie confesses, "or going to spend time with you."

"He sees us all the time," Emily chimes in, "so we know he makes a special effort to spend the night with you when he can." Eleanor now looks embarrassed and confused.

"Amber," gulps Eleanor, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I messed up you and Craig's relationship and I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to come talk to you sooner." Amber stares at her somewhat blank-faced. I really have no idea what is going on inside her head at the moment.

"It is okay," Amber sighs. "It isn't like you tied him down. Craig made his own decisions and I made mine."

"Okay, I admit I hated you when Craig and I first broke up – really hated you," Amber continues. Eleanor is back to being frightened. "I was upset he wouldn't dump you. Over time I realized that wouldn't be Craig. Hell, I got between him, Jamie and Emily and the world didn't end."

"Thank you, I think," Eleanor responds tentatively. "That sort of leads up to one of the two reasons why I came here tonight; I wanted to meet all of you – Craig talks about you all the time."

"All the time?" teases Jamie. "I sincerely doubt when you two are sexing it up in bed he's thinking about anything but you." Eleanor flushes a furious shade of red.

"I --," stammers Eleanor.

"So, has he started tying you down yet?" Jamie leans in eagerly. Eleanor's mouth falls open.

"That would be a big 'Yes'," taunts Amber. The water starts boiling so I miss part of the conversation. When I get back I'm feeling like a damn waiter. Shouldn't a major university's potential starting quarterback be accorded more respect?

"Thanks," Jesse smirks as he takes his mug. "Are you sure it was wise to give your other girlfriend your home address so she could hook up with your other current and your ex-GFs?"

"Don't' do the crime if you can't do the time," I quote.

"Dude, I like you," Jesse laughs. "That is the exact same look you had on your face right before those two linemen from Central buried your ass last season. No fear!"

"Hey, I got the ball off, didn't I?" I chuckled. I had my wisdom teeth knocked down my throat for an eight yard gain – not my finest moment. I finish up by circling back to the ladies then prop the tray against the side of the sofa before settling down on the floor. I elect to position myself between Eleanor's and Amber's legs because if anyone deserves to kick me its Amber.

Eleanor puts a hand on my head and flexes her hand in my hair in a caring gesture.

"You've got it bad," Jamie tells Eleanor.

"What?" Eleanor questions.

"It is same look I get when I wake up to hear him snoring softly next to me and I suddenly realize he's there for me," Jamie relates.

"For me it was the night of the Prom," Amber adds. "We had gone to the lake after the dance. I felt that first shiver and he had his coat around my shoulders before I could even think to let him know. That's when I figured out he was looking out for me even when I wasn't looking out for myself."

"I'm not Houdini," I sigh. "I could feel the cold breeze coming off the water and if I was cold you probably were too."

"Craig," Eleanor murmurs, "you lost that argument when you put me on your lap when I had the flu. It was a dumb thing for an athlete to do but it was exactly what I needed."

Amber and Eleanor getting along famously is freaking me out so I change the subject.

"So Eleanor, you said there was a second reason for coming over tonight?"

"Yes," she sighs. "I have been accepted for a doctoral program in Chicago; I'm heading there at the end of the semester."

I twist around, get on my knees and settle between her legs with my face within inches of hers.

"Congrats Babe," I beam. "I know this is what you've been working for." I'm about to kiss her when Mercedes chimes in in a sinister probing voice.

"So, to be accepted you had to have finished your Master's program. When did that happen?"

"Last year," Eleanor replies weakly.

"So, why have you been hanging around?" Mercedes persists. I know the answer to that.

"I hope I can make your last few months here as memorable as possible," I promise Eleanor.

"That is incredibly insane, stupid ... and desperately romantic," Betsy admits. "Barney, - pay attention."

"Sorry," Barney gulps. "I'm still dealing with the fact that I went through a semester of hell with Craig for no good reason."

"I apologize for deceiving you Barney," Eleanor responds, "but I would have ridden you both just as hard. You both want to consider a Master's program and that means as high a GPA as possible, especially in the Sciences."

"Speaking of being ridden hard, Eleanor you are spending the night?" Jamie inquires boldly.

"I couldn't," protests Eleanor who is finding it difficult to stand with me in her face. "I have classes tomorrow ... and stuff."

"I have a friend who has a friend in the National Weather Service," Jamie counters. "They say that big storm is coming quicker and harder than projected by the local weather wonk. He says we should get dumped on somewhere between eight and ten tomorrow morning and expect around thirty inches!" The last was pronounced with a Donner Party glee.

"I had better be going," Betsy states.

Barney is struggling to say something but Emily is ready with the hospitality.

"Come on and stay with us. You don't want to be stuck in the dorm if the power goes out."

"Where would I stay if I remained here?" Betsy asks skeptically. The obvious answer (and the one least likely to happen) is that she stays with Barney.

"You could stay in our room," Gina offers. "We never use the other bed." Mark isn't jumping for joy over her suggestion but isn't totally put out by the turn of events either. 

"Fine," Betsy accepts a bit too eagerly for my taste, or maybe I'm learning to distrust women; I'm not sure.

"Whose bed would I sleep in?" Eleanor inquires quietly.

"I tell you what," Jamie grins sweetly, "I'll take you back to our room and if you can pick out which bed is his you can spend the night with him." No one steps up to help Eleanor (tell her that our room has only one bed) and since I want her to stay, I stay quiet as well.

"Okay," Eleanor says cautiously. I sit back to let Eleanor stand. Jamie takes her by the hand and leads her back to our room.

"I like her," Amber comments out of the blue once Jamie and Eleanor are gone.

"Would you like her less if she was better looking than you?" is Emily's insightful question.

"Well," Amber huffs, "I guess I would. I know that's superficial; besides she's also so damn sincere it is hard to stay angry with her. I'll save my hate for Craig," she continues as she thumps me on the back of the head. "Maybe I'd be a little less pissed if you could have Mercedes smack him upside his head again," Amber suggests to Emily.

"I've got you covered," Mercedes grins wickedly as she hops off the love seat and comes my way.

"Seriously?" I look to Amber.

"Fine," Amber grins down at me. "Kiss Mercedes feet and I'll call us even."

I can see there is a still a level of hurt behind her taunts, something that comes from once believing you are the most important person in someone's life and having that certainty torn away. I can't say I regret going with Eleanor; that would be neither right nor true.

"If that brings us a little closer together," I respond.

"I didn't say that," Amber grins mischievously.

"Get to the kissing, Jock," Mercedes snickers as she extends a black booted foot my way. I gaze at Emily but she seems secretly amused which is starting to make as much sense as the rest of my day.

I put one hand underneath the soul of the boot and the other on her calf (they are calf boots). I contemplate how much fun it is going to be kissing leather.

"Not the boot, the foot," Amber insists.

"Fine," I groan, "Mercedes would you ... please sit down?"

"Scoot over Amber," Mercedes chortles, "I want to kiss Emily while Craig is on his knees before me." Amber moves down the sofa and I'm soon kneeling at Mercedes's feet, working her boots and socks off. I can thank my luck stars her feet aren't pungent enough to make this worse than it already is. I rub one hand up Mercedes's calf until it is right beneath the knee.

"Make it count Craig," demands Amber. I nod and place a small kiss on the tip of Mercedes's right big toe.

"Is that it?" Mercedes starts to sneer then I kiss the top of her nail with a tiny show of affection, the first knuckle, the outside then the inside and finishing up with the bottom of the toe.

"That's nice," Mercedes purrs.

"That's Amber and I having a serious fucking talk when this is over," warns Jamie. Eleanor is looking over in shock.

"Is this some sort of bizarre Jock-Cheerleader ritual?" Betsy inquires.

"No and Amber is testing the limits of our God-damn friendship. She knows Craig is crazy about her," Jamie growls, but somehow the heat isn't there. Something fucked up is going on and I haven't a clue what it is.

I keep kissing the entirety of Mercedes's right foot ending at the back of the heel.

"That was nice," she grins victoriously before diving into Emily's lips. She hoists her left foot into my lap and I get back to work.

"Mark, would you do that for me?" Gina whispers to my buddy.

"I will kiss every part of you," Mark murmurs to Gina as he rolls her up in his arms.

"Great," grins Gina, "let's go back to our room for a little oral stimulation."

"Alright," he smiles lustfully at her; the fool is expecting a blowjob. Once they are up, Gina starts to lead him back to their room by the hand.

"I have been dying for you to go down on me," Gina giggles. Mark stumbles, shoots a confused look my way. I see that look as accusatory because he knows a great deal about my sexual exploits.

"I suppose it is a good thing they are getting this out of their system now," Betsy mutters. Only Derrick snickers. We all know that Mark and Gina can often have three or four sexual sessions on a non-school night.

"We should all be calling it a night on the off chance Jamie is wrong about classes tomorrow," Jesse announces as I finish up on Mercedes's other foot. I take a long swig of hot chocolate to drown out the taste.

Amber, Barney and I clean up the living room as everyone else goes to the bathrooms then to bed. I watch Amber and Betsy talk in the hallway as Gina and Mark finish up round one. Since Mark and Gina's room is right across from Amber and Emily's it isn't too awkward. Inside my room I can tell that Jamie and Eleanor are having some issues.

Mainly it seems to be that Eleanor wants to sleep in her jeans, shirt and hoodie while Jamie is sleeping in solely a shirt. I smirk their way and start shedding my own clothes – I often sleep in the nude; especially when a woman is involved.

"Craig, you could have warned me that there was only one bed in the room," Eleanor evades Jamie's glare.

"Eleanor, if you stayed here tonight I would be elated and if you left I was going to leave with you," I confide in Eleanor. Eleanor shoots a guarded look Jamie's way.

"Well," Jamie hesitates, "I did sort of 'steal' Craig's credit card to buy this bed – so he's a bit pissed with me right now."

"Uh," Eleanor purses her lips, "that could be – bad. Are you sure I shouldn't leave?"

"Please don't," Jamie requests. "I'd like to spend the night in my own bed, not tied up in front of the fireplace."

"Craig," Eleanor sounds a bit scandalized (I hadn't completely informed Eleanor about Jamie's and my 'somewhat freaky' relationship"would you have done that to her?"

"No," I assure her. "I would have left her on the sofa; tied up and gagged, but on the sofa." Eleanor studies me to make sure I'm telling the truth.

"Okay then," Eleanor takes a deep breath. She starts stripping out of her clothes which makes Jamie grin while I'm somewhat baffled.

We are all under the covers lickety-split; Jamie, Eleanor and I, leaving Eleanor to wonder why she's ended up in the middle. She's still working on that dilemma when Jamie maneuvers over her and kisses Eleanor on the lips.

"Hi," Jamie moans, "I find you terribly sexy." 

Eleanor opens her mouth to protest, I think, but Jamie lunges down and sticks her tongue down her throat. I give it about five seconds before pulling Jamie away. This becomes more difficult when Eleanor decides to not let her go. Jamie gives me a wild, passionate grin, pumps her eyebrows twice and dives back in to Eleanor. She runs one hand through Eleanor's hair while the other slithers down below the covers.

"That won't be necessary," I inform Jamie. "Her whole body is electric."

"Ow!" Jamie squeals as she pulls up from Eleanor's lips. "This is going to have to be a regular thing."

"Jamie, I'm not a lesbian," Eleanor insists.

"Technically, liking me would make you bi-sexual, not a lesbian," Jamie teases. "Now, if you want me to cease, all you have to do is stop me from kissing you again." She leans down, Eleanor tenses then melts under Jamie's tender attention. I take the moment to kiss Eleanor's ear and earlobe.

Jamie and I move in tandem to teasing her delicate nipples, rolling them and pulling playfully. Eleanor starts whimpering and rocking her hips back and forth. Those precious warbling noises are coming forth from Eleanor's lips, escaping between kisses. I almost miss Amber slipping into the room, pad over to the bed and slip under the covers next to me.

"Wow," Amber whispers, "she looks like a real dynamo," referring to Eleanor. "Mercedes is tearing up Emily so I left before she starts screaming. The thought of Mercedes in bed with her makes me want to vomit."

"Come here," I reply softly. "Let me make it better."

Amber pulls off her shirt, shimmies out of her underwear and crawls on top of me.

"So you are going to make it all better?" she giggles as she wiggles her hips over my hard on.

"I'm going to try," I promise.

"Good, now scoot over," she snickers. Huh? I can't get much closer to Eleanor which means ...

Amber wedges herself between Eleanor and me, blows me a 'Thank you' kiss then rolls over to the Jamie-Eleanor duo; now a trio with me on the outside looking in. Seriously? There are three wonderful women on my brand new king sized bed and I'm not getting any play. How does this happen to me?

"I – I came here for Craig," Eleanor gasps when Jamie lets her up for air.

"We'll back off if you want," Amber soothes her, "but Craig is here for you all night long and tomorrow too. "Let's share what we've learned from him." Eleanor tries to muddle through with her thoughts but Jamie is nibbling on her neck so that all Eleanor can manage is a nod.

Now it is Amber's turn to drink from Eleanor's lips and they are both pretty passionate about it. Despite my isolation from the action I find the interaction between the three very special ladies in my life to be highly-charged and erotic. The only time Amber's hand drops below the breast line Jamie stops her.

It doesn't take Amber long to figure out that the muscle that connects the breast to the chest is incredibly sensitive in Eleanor. She strokes the spot, kisses and licks it until Eleanor stifles a scream into Jamie's shoulder.

"Good girl," Jamie coos, "good girl."

The three stay where they are, Eleanor panting on her back with Jamie and Amber hovering over each side. When Eleanor catches her breath Jamie lets a small smile slip to her lips.

"Get on top of me," Jamie tells her. "I want to rub nipples together and let you hump me." Eleanor shoots me a look seeking reassurance which I quickly give. She's quickly on top of Jamie, hands running through her hair and tongues dueling in their mouths. I can't imagine Eleanor ever this brave if she hadn't saved me that one drunken night.




A Tale of the Technician Ch. 07



"She's making up for lost time," Amber whispers to me. Eleanor is reacting better than expected but I'm hardly disappointed. I know that when she lets herself cut loose she can be so dynamic. By the pleasurable murmurs Jamie is emitting, she's surprised and pleased with Eleanor as well. Amber kneels beside them, running one hand between them and playing with their nipples.

With her other hand she starts at the base of Eleanor's skull and languidly traces a series of circles down to her tail bone.

"Have you broken her in yet?" Amber whispers to me. I assume she means anal sex.

"Once with a finger but she's not a huge fan," I reply quietly. Amber winks at me.

Angling down with her middle finger she goes past the tailbone and between Eleanor's butt cheeks. Eleanor's butt is small but really firm so Amber caresses the cheeks with her splayed fingers with several up and down passes. She finally approaches the anus but instead of running across it she taps it several times with her finger tip.

Eleanor isn't cautious or unsure; she takes Jamie's hands in her own and pulls them over Jamie's head and presses them into the bed. Eleanor didn't miss Jamie's 'tie you down' comment earlier this evening. She also doesn't seem to mind a careful attentiveness to her anus. Amber keeps up her side of the bargain, gliding past the pink star and onto Eleanor's juicy slit.

Both Amber and Eleanor grunt as Amber inserts a finger into Eleanor's cunt. I should have prepared Amber for how tight Eleanor is – isn't hindsight grand? Amber still twists and wiggles it deeper in bringing forth a moan from Eleanor as she looks over her shoulder and smiles dreamily at Amber.

Jamie gets a wicked glint in her eye and starts raising her legs up and open wide. This spreads Eleanor's stance and pulls her knees forward. Soon the two are pussy to pussy; Amber gets the message and starts fingering them both. After less than a minute of that Amber moves behind the two and spreads out on her stomach so that she's eye to cunt with her objective.

I'm taking in the show when the door opens and Betsy stealthily slips inside. She shuts the door behind her, takes in the scene and starts to work the door open again. A look of helplessness comes over her. Betsy shuts the door and slides down it onto the floor, clearly depressed. I grab a shirt off the floor, cover myself and move to her side.

"What's the problem?" I inquire quietly.

"Gina and Mark are at it again," she sighs bitterly, "Mercedes and Emily are doing something that involves buzzing, Derrick and Jesse are clearly busy and Barney is asleep on the sofa. I've got nowhere to go."

"You could share the sofa with Barney," I suggest hopefully. Betsy glares in response. We sit in silence for a bit and observe Amber going from solely fingering my two girlfriends to working her lips and tongue into the mix. Betsy seems both entranced and depressed.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" I ask.

"Wouldn't you rather join in on the orgy?" she angrily challenges me.

"I go where I'm both wanted and desire to be," I shrug. "Tell me what is on your mind." Betsy's shoulders slump before she takes a deep breath.

"I started dating this guy in the middle of my junior year," she starts. "We were in the same advanced classes, had the same circle of friends and I thought we had the same plans."

"His hobby was being a musician; he loved to play bass guitar and I loved to listen to him. It wasn't until last winter that things changed. He was invited to join a band. It was kind of fun at the beginning; going to parties and hanging out with the popular people. We sent in our college applications and we both were accepted to State with scholarships."

"The problem came right after Prom. David, my boyfriend, decided that he would rather give the whole band thing a shot. He told me he'd wait for me – he wasn't into the groupies – but he was staying behind in Houston. He liked going to parties and clubs and smoking dope with his friends. That had become the scope of his ambition. I felt totally betrayed."

"I wasn't there, I don't know the guy so I'm not sure what to say," I admit. "Maybe you two didn't communicate or perhaps he changed his mind there at the end. College can be pretty intimidating. Knowing what little I do about you, I know he must have been a special guy. I bet he discovered something about himself in the music that he couldn't ignore, even if it cost him you."

"Guys don't always make the best decisions when love is on the line," I confess. "I like to think your man made a difficult choice and it wasn't an easy one. You are a very special woman," I tell her as I take her hand, "so his musical talent must have been pretty impressive for him feel that was the path he couldn't live without pursuing." Betsy was silent for a while as we were bombarded by the noise of Jamie and Eleanor racing toward climax.

"He was pretty good; everyone said so," Betsy admits.

"He must have been pretty strong willed to put up with your pushy ass too," I joke softly. Betsy glares at me a few seconds then nods.

"He usually did what I wanted, except for the important things," she admits. "It didn't matter how much I argued with him then; either I did it his way or he did it alone, but he always did what he wanted."

"That sounds about right. You wouldn't settle on just anybody," I grin. She studies me again before finally grinning back.

"So why can't I have you instead of having you throw me at Barney?" she inquires.

"For starters, Barney is a really great guy – just terribly shy because he thinks you are the best thing since the discovery of DNA," I try to explain.

"He is smart, funny, a happy drunk, and he has a game plan for the future," I continue.

"Oh, I agree; he is all that but he's so – wishy-washy," she states then looks forward at the action on the bed.

"He's also – below average." It takes me a second to figure out what she means.

"Are you sure?" I mutter.

"Yes," she sighs, "I tried; I tried really hard. He's around four inches and thick as my thumb." Oh sweet Mother of God! Penis size doesn't have to be a deciding factor in a man's sex life, but it matters. Girls still have to deal with it probably in the same way guys joke about girls with small breasts or vaginas so loose you can barely feel anything going in.

"Is that a deal breaker?" I groan.

"Pretty much," Betsy replies. "Maybe if his technique was better – maybe, but I'm not a starter girlfriend Craig. I don't have the patience. Does this mean I'm out of the study group?"

"Of course not," I assure her. "We agreed to be a study group, not based on sex but on smarts and the willingness to work. You are still just as smart and hardworking."

Eleanor exulting in a raw, wild shout preempts Betsy's words. We now both watch Amber tear into Jamie who doesn't last more than twenty seconds before she bucks so hard that Eleanor nearly spills off the bed. I recognize Amber's frenzied gulping noise from my own long experience with Jamie. When Amber returns to a kneeling position between Jamie's outstretched legs she looks to me and smiles. Her face is covered from eyebrows to chin in Jamie's love juice and she's grinning happily.

"Yes?" she teases me. I get up, drop the shirt covering my crotch and take the very short journey to the foot of the bed and the waiting Amber. I alternate between kissing her and licking her face clean of fluids.

"I should be going," Betsy mumbles.

"No, stay," Amber insists. "You can sleep in Craig's side of the bed. We won't bother you."

"All of you are going to fit on Jamie's half?" Betsy scoffs.

"Hey, Jamie, Emily, Craig and I used to all snuggle into the bed in his dorm," she confides to Betsy. It was actually pretty comfortable except for Craig. Our combined body heat would cook him like a Thanksgiving turkey."

Betsy did the geometry of the situation and unbidden, a smile crept onto her face.

"Wouldn't that be more like a male baked potato surrounded by a layer of feminine aluminum foil?"

"That's rich," Jamie panted and chuckled at the same time. "I've never thought of Craig as a big ole baked potato, but it fits."

"Careful Jamie or I may be fitting you with a baked potato of your own in a place that will make sitting down – interesting," I caution her. I should know better.

"Oh Daddy," Jamie squeals. She shimmies out from under Eleanor, who has been resting dreamily on Jamie's chest, rolls over and thrusts her butt high up in the air. 

"Punish me Baby," she looks my way coquettishly, nibbling a finger. "Hammer me up my tight little bum like the bad little butt-bunny I am." Eleanor and Betsy are stymied by Jamie's actions but Amber laughs.

"You had better nail her hard or she'll keep us up all night long," Amber chuckles.

"I'm not sure I want to forgive her yet," I dig in my heels.

"Please," Amber persists, "let it go; she's your best friend and you're hers."

"Jamie do you know why I'm so pissed?" I ask.

"Yeah," Jamie sighs. "I took you for granted. I knew you'd say 'yes' but I did it anyway without asking. I hate it when people think I'm poor and I did something to prove I wasn't."

"Jamie," I grumble. "Scoot." By the look on Eleanor's face, she's disappointed in what she thinks is my pig-headed rejection of Jamie. Betsy appears a bit put out too. All that dissipates the moment Jamie whoops out, leans off the bed and grabs the tube of KY.

"Jamie was Craig's first and until he gets married he's going to keeping going back to her no matter what," Amber chuckles.

"What if Jamie gets married first?" Betsy questions as she reclines onto one elbow on the far side of the bed. Amber snorts and Jamie laughs uproariously.

"I'm never getting married," Jamie declares. "I love Craig, he means more to me than anyone else ever has and I'd never marry him. I hope that whomever he marries will let me share him from time to time, but I could never submit to another person."

Jamie hands me the tube which I immediately hand-off to Amber.

"This was your idea," I tease Amber. "Get her ready. Eleanor, do me a favor and spank Jamie for a bit." This is a gambit to draw Eleanor further in to our little community. She looks from me to Jamie who promptly resumes her butt-up position.

"Spank me Teach," taunts Jamie. "Imagine how you would feel if I handcuffed Craig to the bed when he promised to spend the night with you."

"Honestly I would stop by to check on the problem," Eleanor reasons, "but I do have a past relationship that will put me in the mood." 

Eleanor sidles up to Jamie's side on her knees, bends over Jamie's back facing rearward and starts to play out a rhythm on Jamie's cheeks. It doesn't cause Jamie to scream, but her butt reddens and the blows elicit gasps and moans from the victim. As a counter-point, Amber squeezes some cool viscous liquid on Jamie's ass cleft letting it ooze down to her anus.

Amber retrieves a slender dildo from Jamie's panty drawer, lubricates it and starts to rub it along Jamie's anus. Eleanor and Betsy seemed entranced with the action.

"You two have never had anal sex?" Jamie gasps between spankings.

"Never," Betsy responds. Eleanor shakes her head, flashing me a quick, worried look.

"Yum, yum," Jamie wiggles her butt. "Class is in session."

"Humph," Betsy grumbles. She doesn't look away though, "Jamie, if there are not Prophets of Doom plowing through the snow drifts, preaching about the impending Ice Age, you and I are going to have a serious discussion about the price of deception."

"I've known her known her a year and a half," Amber chortled then shoved the dildo two inches deep. Jamie squealed and involuntarily pushed her herself away from the intrusion and deeper into the mattress.

"OW!..." Jamie panted. Then, because this was Jamie, "Please Amber, do that again!"

"I am only doing this because I know you Jamie," Amber sighed. "Ladies, never ever just ram it in unless you absolutely know the recipient likes it this way."

"Amber – what do you mean 'one year'? We grew up together and I've known you since kindergarten."

"Please," Amber snickered, "I am forever grateful that you didn't demolish my formative years." She started rotating and working the dildo in deeper. "Would you prefer that I openly fall on my knees and pray to God?"

"Falling on your knees," Jamie grunted, "is enough – grunt – for me. I'll take – grunt – care of the rest."

So I'm sitting on my bed with four beautiful women and not currently having sex with any of them. Why do I want to be chief quarterback to one of the most famous and storied football teams in the nation? I'm certainly not doing for the quick hook-up every weekend, hunting for a plush pro contract and an easy diploma and I only have myself to blame.