22 comments/ 22372 views/ 5 favorites Is Winning Everything? By: fgmntfmgnshn I am nobody. I used to be somebody. Two months ago in fact. That seems so long ago. In June things were wonderful. I am Kyle Anderson, a 5'11" slender kid, who looks like a stiff breeze would knock me over. I was a junior in high school and the captain of my chess team, captain of the quiz bowl team (like jeopardy but with a team), and second chair on the debate team, with a solid 3.94 GPA. I had friends and a small social life, laser tag on Fridays baby! Yes, I was a nerd. Today I just celebrated my 18th birthday with only my mom, grandma, and my gift, a plate of hamburger helper. Things really have changed. What happened was my father left. I don't just mean divorced my mom and went to a new city. No, he kissed my mom good-bye and left for work as he always did. He went straight to the bank, emptied the bank account, went to the airport, bought two tickets, and he and his secretary flew to Fiji, permanently. He left my mom, who dropped out of school to marry that asshole when he knocked her up, with no money, no job, and the rent due. After mom figured he wasn't coming home, we left the only home I knew in Minneapolis for the panhandle of Texas, and grandma. After the move, mom got a part time job as a maid in a fleabag motel and grandma is getting social security, which means we are broke. I did my part and got a bus boy job at the local diner. Not much, but it's something. Every night I'd come home to my mom crying, with grandma constantly yelling in her ear. "I told you that son of a bitch was a no good bastard from the very beginning!" Grandmas, though ornery, always want to be right. It is now the first day of school and I am nervous and excited. Nervous to be at a new school but excited because the last six weeks were tough with just my mom, grandma, and a part time job to keep me busy. I barely made it to all my classes on time. I just sat at my desk and thought, time to earn my scholarship. I started reading the syllabus and taking notes for every class. By the end of the day I realized two things. One, I would need my own Texas thesaurus. Really, what does gully - washer and pole -axed mean? Two, Football is huge. Every conversation I heard was will we when conference, regional's, or states this year, or something about how great Coach Adams is, or can he bring us our twelfth title this year. I feel I am in way over my head. After classes let out, I walked around the school grounds. I was tired of being lost. Maybe I didn't want to hear grandma bitching at my mom. Nah, it was because the football team and, more importantly, the cheerleaders were practicing. They both have talent. After watching them do a couple cheers, I decided not to be a pervert on the first day of school and headed to the library. I started studying and lost track of time. It was going on 6:30, and mom was going to be pissed. I collected my things and left for home. I decided to cut through the park to save time when I heard some talking by a cluster of trees. I glanced over and made the outline of a man in a hooded with a cheerleader on her knees. "That's it, take it all in. Good girl." I smiled faintly. Who wouldn't want a good blowjob to get through the first day of school? Wish that was me. I took a few more steps and heard the girl say "Please stop... No... I don't want..." The man interrupted. "Please Stop." Then he gave a chuckle. "I'm going to have you every which way I can. By the time I'm done with you you'll be a certified whore. Hell, I may just leave you tied to this tree so anyone can have you." I froze. I thought about my options. One, I walk away, she gets away. Not likely. Two, I walk away; she doesn't, leaving us both haunted for the rest of our existence. Three, do what I can. Option 3 sucks. I sprinted toward the man as fast as I could and completely surprised him when I dove at him, knocking both of us down. I wish I could say I fought the good fight but this wasn't chess or debate. We tussled on the ground for a moment before getting back up. I swung. I missed. He swung. He swung again, and again, and again. I was doing great at stopping his punches with my face. I keeled over to the ground. I looked up and saw the cheerleader grab her bag and run. I smiled. The man looked right at me, then at the girl, then back at me. "Who, the fuck, do you think you are?" I smiled wider. He then proceeded to lift his leg and kick me hard in the head. Lucky for me he was wearing steel-toed cowboy boots or this confrontation would've lasted longer. I woke up in the ER with a massive headache and no recollection of how I got there. The nurse by my bed asked "Hey Sunshine, how are you feeling?" The only thought I had was the girl. "Did she get away?" I desperately implored. "Not sure what you mean. Your dad, mom, and sister are waiting out there for you. I'll send them back, okay Sugar." Dad, here, and when did I get a sister? Suddenly I heard a big booming voice from the hall. "Go check on your brother while I talk to the Doc." I was trying to sit up when I saw her. To say she is beautiful is an understatement. She stood about 5'6" and had flaming red hair done in a ponytail with white and gold ribbon that matched her cheer outfit. She wore a pair of black rimmed glasses and had a bear paw face painted on her right cheek, covering a few of her freckles. Go Bears. But most importantly I knew it was her. "How are you? Are you okay?" I asked very concerned. "I'm fine, thanks to you." she responded with a smile. "What's going on here?" "I'll tell you more as soon as I can, but your name is Brandon, my parents are your parents, and they'll be in here in a minute." "What?" "Quiet. I hear them coming, I'll explain it as soon as I can. By the way, my name is Ash. Thanks again and just go with what is said." The doctor and her parents came in. Her dad was at least 6'8", big and muscular. Just the look of him terrified me. Ash's looks came directly from her mom, definitely Ash 20 years from now. I sat back as I heard doc tell my dad I had suffered a minor concussion and I should be more careful next time I decide to climb a tree. I was free to go and the doctor left. Ash's dad said, "Get your things..." then leaned over and whispered something quickly to his wife. She whispered back then he finished, "Brandon." When the car door shut, Earl, Ash's dad, first asked where I lived. I told him and he headed the car in that direction. It was now time for my scolding. "Do you know what we had to do to keep this quiet? You can't just come down here and get involved in our lives! You need to understand what life is down here!" My head was spinning. I looked at Sandy, Ash's mom, and she sat there solemnly. I glanced at Ash and her eyes were looking at her knees. "I'm sorry, but was I not supposed to prevent the rape of your daughter, sir?" He slammed on the brakes, looked right at me and harshly said "If you know what is good for you, you'd go back where you came from!" The words shocked me. But the look, the look surprised me. At face value it was anger, but in his eyes was fear. They dropped me off at 11:30. As soon as I shut the door, Earl sped off, as if to disassociate with me as soon as possible. Mom came running out of the house. She had been crying. She started to scream something, and then stopped, seeing the bandage on my head. She gave me a big hug. "Where were you? What happened? Your grandma and I have been worried sick. It's not like you to be so late." "I was at the ER." "I called there!" "Did you ask for Brandon?" I went on and told her both stories, the one I most recently heard about falling out of a tree and the one I was sure happened with the hooded man and Ash. She didn't know how to respond. I excused myself to go to bed, determined to go to school the next day. I needed to find Ash and hope she can explain why I was in the ER for something I did but apparently didn't do. I made it to school at 6:30. I wanted to give myself time to look and ask around whom Ash the cheerleader was and where she might be. I ran into my sixth period English teacher, Mrs. Johnston, and inquired. I found out her name was Ashley Jacobson and she had the same sixth period I did. I guess I was just too busy studying yesterday to notice her. I decided my best option was to wait after class, for what I wanted to know couldn't be summed up in a quick talk before hand. Between the lack of sleep and the slight headache I still had, the day was brutally long. Sixth period finally came. I tried to hurry but I was still the last one to get to class. I took my seat and looked around. I saw Ash get up and come over to me, looking as radiant as ever. She whispered in my ear. "Can I come over to your house tonight?" Damn. "I would really like that but unfortunately I have to work 4-10 tonight." "When do you take your break?" "I take it right after the dinner rush, at 8:30." "I'll see you at 8:30 at the diner then." She turned and walked away. I immediately tried to piece this puzzle together. Why couldn't we talk after school? How and why does she know where I worked? And most importantly will she be alright getting home tonight? I have too many questions. She arrived right at 8:30. I punched out for my break, grabbed 2 Cokes, and sat with her at a booth. "I know you must have quite a few questions. I'll try to answer them all but first let me say thank you once again. It meant a lot for someone to stand up to him, especially for someone like me." "Wait a minute. You know who it was? Did you go to the police? Why is there a cover story?" "Whoa, slow down. Yes I know who attacked me. It started two decades ago. This town doesn't have much. I'm sure you've noticed. The one thing we do have is high school football. We are a great team, now. We had never won anything until Coach Adams arrived. Now we're a powerhouse. After his first title, he started having an affair with a cheerleader. Next year it was with more of them. As soon as they would hit 18, he would give them a birthday present. After a couple of years, he decided he wanted more control. He first let the football team do whatever they wanted, gaining loyalties. After they graduated, he would use his influence to get them into public offices. Mayor, judge, sheriff, school board members, etc. They do whatever he wants. The rest of the town just loves him because he brings them hope with the championships, a reason to have pride. They never had that before. Then he started taking over the selection process of the cheerleaders. Anyone that would catch his eye that would be 18 by October was selected for the team. If someone he wanted wasn't of age until later, he would have them fail and hold them back a year. Mrs. Myers, our cheerleading coach, puts us all on the pill and encourages us to support the team in any and every way we can, especially the most important member of that team, Coach Adams. We're not even allowed to talk about what happens. The whole town knows, but if it's not discussed, its okay, just swept under the rug. It is considered our duty to the team. I didn't even want to be a cheerleader, which most girls consider an honor. I was handpicked. I didn't even tryout. I had to do it. If I didn't, I would never graduate, be stuck in this town, and be treated like a leper, banished into solitude. But more importantly, I needed to do it for my sister, Mary Anne." "You have a sister?" "She's four years older than me. When she was in school she wanted to be a cheerleader in the worse way, not knowing this was going on. She worked at it every year. Freshman, sophomore, junior, she just couldn't make the team. Finally, her senior year, she made it. She was ecstatic. After her birthday, it was implied what she must do. She thought it was a joke. Coach didn't. He came up to her first chance he got. She got away and went straight to the police. They took her story, congratulated her on getting away, and even gave her a ride home. The next day at school, she was arrested. She was charged with raping a football player who was 6'6" 245lbs and built like Arnold Schwarzenegger. She was my height and 120lbs of nothing. It went to court. She wasn't even allowed to testify. They bought the football players story and she went to prison. She's still there. Worse yet, we don't even know where she is. We can't contact her. I am supposed to make it up to the coach for the embarrassment it caused him. He even told my parents he could get her an early parole if I cooperate. He surprised me on the first day of school. I turned 18 just the day before. I thought I would be ready, but I wasn't. I know what I have to do, but I'm really scared. He called my dad and told him what happened, blaming you. He said he'd give me another chance because I didn't run until you showed up. After I started running, I turned around and saw you lying there. I called the ambulance and then my dad. He told me to lie about what happened and give you a false name so he can take care of the expenses." I just sat there a moment, trying to take it all in. I was horrified for her, her family, and everyone else caught in this web. After a few seconds, I responded. "How did you know where I worked?" "Everyone knows. It's a very small town, Kyle." It was the first time she said my name. I smiled. She looked up and saw my manager staring at us with his arms folded. "I feel we should've done this somewhere else. I don't think your boss likes me talking to you." "Can I see you again?" I asked hopingly. "You better. Here's my number. I'd be careful though. Now you know you're going to be under a microscope. Because your new, he might forgive you for yesterday, but don't count on it. Don't forget to call me, hero." "Hey, I got my ass kicked and you didn't get raped. I can live with that and anything else if it means you're safe." She smiled and left. I had a few minutes left and I just sat there thinking of all the horrors I now know. Then my thoughts drifted to Ash. What could I do? After work, I couldn't wait. I had to call Ash. We talked for a couple of hours. It was nice to talk to her without a cloud of doom hanging over us. We had so much in common. Before we knew it, it was 3:00. We said our goodbyes then I went to sleep. I'm late. Classes started ten minutes ago and I was just at the school entrance. I was walking quickly, heading for first period when I saw a football player heading toward me. When he got close, he drove his shoulder into my chest, sending me hard into the lockers. "You'd better watch where you're going Yankee!" He said as he walked away. I finally arrived at first period. Mr. Palmer gave me a dirty look. "I don't allow tardiness in my class." "I apologize, Mr. Palmer." "No apology needed. Here's your detention slip. Go to room 106 after school." I took my seat. Two minutes later the football player walked in. "Hey teach." "Good morning Jack. We're on page 8." Mr. Palmer then continued on with the lesson. During my first day, only a handful of people said anything to me. Today, no one did. The teachers even ignored me when I raised my hand. Any time I walked by anyone, I was referred to as a "No Good Yankee". In the halls, I was open game. I was blatantly hit, shoved, books knocked out of my hands, feet stomped at, and more shoulder blocks were steadily given to me. I felt like a pinball at one point. I got bumped by one into another. Who shoved me into a third. Who spun me around into a fourth. Who tripped me to the ground. Tilt. The only thing that got me through was the thought of seeing Ash in sixth period. When I got into class, she wasn't there. My mind flooded with terrible thoughts. I took a deep breath when she finally arrived, albeit 30 minutes late. She did not look well. She was pale and looked as if she was about to cry. She gave Mrs. Johnston her office pass and sat down. 30 minutes later, class was over. I got up and immediately went to Ash. Before I spoke, she started crying. "I'm so sorry Kyle." I went to respond but I was interrupted by Mrs. Johnston. "KYLE ANDERSON!" I jumped a little bit at the force of hearing my own name. "Don't you have detention right now in room 106?" Yes mother, I thought, but went with the more conventional "Yes Mrs. Johnston, I'll be there in a minute." I turned back to Ash. "NO! NOW! GET MOVING!" I took a couple steps and glanced back at Ash. "I'll call you after work tonight." "I'd like that." she said with a smile. I walked into room 106. There was no one here. I took a seat, assuming someone will be along shortly. 15 minutes passed and I was just getting up to go to the office to verify I was in the right room, when a man entered. He was in his late 40's, about 6'4" 225lbs. and toned. He carried with him a binder and a whistle and wore a white and gold jacket with the inscription 'Coach Adams' on it. He picked up a chair and put it in front of the desk. As he sat behind the desk, he made a pointing gesture to the other chair, encouraging me to sit there. As I walked over, he was staring at me, like he was sizing me up. As I sat down, he shook his head and gave a short chuckle, as if to say I can't believe this is the no good Yankee who's fucking with my universe. I started. "Is it just me in detention today?" "This isn't regular detention. This is your detention. Now let me ask you something? How was your day? Was it rough?" "It was good." I lied. "Oh, really, huh." He paused. "I want you to know I pulled your transcripts. 3.94 GPA, not bad, that A- in honors calculus cost you that 4.0 though. Yeah, I also talked to a Mr. Cambridge up there. Does that name ring a bell, Yankee?" "He's the computer lab director at my former school." "Yeah, he seemed to like you a great deal. Told me you were always helping your teachers with various projects. Even on weekends if need be. You also offered tutoring to other students who needed it as well. As if that wasn't enough, you found time to lead your quiz bowl team to a state championship. Damn son, you're the Yankee patron saint of the Great Lakes State." Land of a 1000 lakes, I thought, but I let it go. I wanted to know where this was going. He now leaned forward and seemed to peer right at my soul as he continued. "This Cambridge fellow also told me you were his assistant on several computer projects. That if needed, you were able to be real creative with a computer. What do you think of that?" "I don't know what to say sir, except why am I really here?" "Ah, straight to the point, I like that. Walk with me son." We walked out the classroom and then outside. We were heading toward the football field. "What was it like to win that state title?" "It was good." "C'mon. It was more than good, wasn't it?" "Actually, I was elated. I walked taller and prouder for at least a week." He smirked a little, knowing he broke down my defenses for a moment. "I know how you feel, you see, we've won a few state titles here as well, and I expect another this year." We stopped at the 50 yard line and he watched his team practicing ahead of us, his assistant calling out the drills. "You see son, this is where you come in. "Seriously, I know very little about football." "Yeah, I know you don't know much about football but you do know computers. I want you to get me the playbooks from my opponents. I also want you to break into the other schools computers and change grades for certain players, making them ineligible." "What? I can't do that." "Can't or won't?" "I don't want to be a part of this. I won't do it!" "So you could." "Well... It doesn't matter, I won't." "Do you like Ashley Jacobson?" "What? Why?" "I know she likes you. Only Lord knows why. Do you know why you had detention?" Is Winning Everything? "I was late, but probably to meet you." "Yeah, yeah, your right but not about the late part. You see I have this teacher that witnessed you punching another student." He pulled out a piece of paper from his binder. "I also have this typed letter signed by Ms. Jacobson saying the same thing. A permanent dismissal from school I believe is in order." I fell to my knees. "And she signed it?" I said deflating. "Well, to be honest, she didn't know what she was signing until after her signature hit the page. She thought it was some cheerleading waiver form. You should've seen her face when I told her what she signed. She actually started to cry. Now why do you suppose she did that? I'll tell you what, I'll forget about the dismissal and you work your magic on the computer for me. Hell, I'll even make sure you get that 4.0 you want and you won't even have to do a single assignment. Does that sound good to you Yankee?" "I need more. I need Ashley to be left alone. I can't work if I feel she is threatened." "Well son, I can accept that. There's always other Ashley's in this school for me." He pulled out another sheet of paper and dropped it on the ground in front of me. "Here's the list of schools we'll be playing and the players I want out for each week." Then he kneeled down to my level. "And if you don't produce, if we lose one game, whether it's your fault or not, if you try to fuck me on this, I swear your GPA would be 0.0 and no college will touch you with a 10 foot pole. If that's not enough incentive for you, I'll take that strawberry tart you like and pass her around the football team every day before and after practice. She'll wish she wasn't born. Believe me when I say I have no problem destroying yours and hers life. Now stand up." I got up slowly. "Sir, there's one more thing." "What now?" "I don't have internet service. My stuff is useless without it." "It will be done tomorrow. Now get! I have practice to run." I started walking away when I heard his whistle blow. He yelled. "Alright boys, live tackling drills!" Moments later I was planted. I now know why they wear so many pads. Another player picked me up. "Thanks." "No problem, Yankee." Boom, I went down again. Picked up, tackled, picked up, tackled, a seemingly never ending cycle. It finally stopped after an hour when coach came up to me. "How's your day now, still good son? You better hurry; you're going to be late for work if you don't get a move on it. You only have 15 minutes. I let you go an hour ago and you only got 20 yards. And don't you even think about calling off on good ole George. Me and him go way back and he doesn't need a no good Yankee screwing him over." OOWWW! Is all I could think. I made it through work despite not being able to feel my legs, arms, or anything else for that matter. I was completely numb but I had a phone call to make. "Ash?" "Oh Kyle, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Coach told me it was an injury waiver form. I was just happy he didn't want something else. I just signed it. I didn't know. Please forgive..." "Ash. Calm down, it's alright. I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you everything from here on out is going to be fine. Coach Adams is going to leave you alone. No worries." "What did you do?" "I made a deal. Well, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse." "What's the deal?" I told her everything, though I did hesitate when it came to her and the football team but she had the right to know. I heard a sniffle. Before her emotions got the best of her I added. "I know we've only known each other for a couple of days now, but please trust me. I can hold up my end of the bargain if needed. The first game isn't for two weeks, plenty of time to work this out." The consoling worked, even though I exaggerated how easy this would be for me. "Did he say anything about Mary Anne?" I told her, trying to be as optimistic as possible. "Unfortunately he did not. My first goal was keeping you safe. I'm still working on that one. Try not to worry, I'll figure something out. Hey, I know what will make you feel better. Would you be interested in going out tomorrow night? Maybe you can show me all the great spots this town has to offer." "Definitely, after all you've done, it's the least I could do. I'll meet you after cheerleading practice." "That sounds great. See you tomorrow." "See you later." Even though I was completely exhausted and my body felt like jelly, I knew I had to lay some groundwork down. I went searching for some programs Professor Cambridge and I worked on. It was going to take some time. I had a myriad of disks to go through. Porn, porn, porn, porn, chess strategies, porn, porn, risk, porn, porn, aha, here's one, just need to find the others. I need better organization skills. Almost an hour later I found the other programs. I really have too much porn, but hey, I'm a teenager. For the first time I'm glad coach said I didn't have to do schoolwork. Between my sore muscles, constant cramping, and having a date tonight, I was in a daze all day. Sixth period came and Ash traded seats so she could sit next to me. She looked stunning. "I can't wait for tonight, hero." "Neither can I. So what, dinner and a movie? Or something else?" "How about dinner and something else?" "Sounds good." I arrived at cheerleading practice with 20 minutes to spare. She always looked great in that outfit. When they were done, she ran up to me. "I told you I'd meet you after practice. I wanted to go home and change first." "I couldn't wait, besides you could change right here. I'll pretend not to look." With that remark she slapped me lightly in the arm. "Uh-oh, now I may have to sign a letter that you punched me this time." "Hey!" With that, we walked to the diner, hand in hand. After we ate, I asked "So what's this something else?" "You'll see." We walked down the road about a 1/4 mile past the last store on the street. We went left down a big hill to a creek. She started walking aimlessly, looking closely at the bushes and trees lining the creek. "This is my favorite spot on earth. My sister and I used to come down here every day when we were kids. We had the best of times here. Thanks for asking me today. I was worried you would think I was trouble. You really are different from all the other guys down here. You haven't tried to cop a feel or talk football not once. You actually listen and respond to what I say. Now be honest. When I said something else, did you think sex?" "Normally I might have but after what happened a couple days ago, I can honestly say no, not at all. Besides, we're just starting to get to know each other" "You're really sweet Kyle." The rest of the night, we just sat by the creek and talked. I held her in my arms under the full moon. For this night, nothing else matters. It is just her and I. Ash and Kyle. It was perfect. The next two weeks were a blur. For me, it was school and work. For her it was school and cheerleading. We spent all our other evening hours together. We even found one more thing in common, kissing. From little pecks on the cheek to full blown making out, it was great. I also had a secret night life. From whenever I got home till sometimes three or four in the morning, I was on my computer. I first worked to set up everything Coach Adams wanted. I got the playbook for the first team and gave it to him but I wanted to wait for the last possible day to change grades. I was also working on something else, something bigger. It was one thing to go through poor pass codes of coaches and the week securities of schools but quite another to try to get into the Texas department of corrections. I had to find Mary Anne and see what I could do. It proved more difficult than I thought. So, as the game approached, I made the grade corrections. I felt like shit. I vomited. It was now game night and Ash and I started a pregame ritual. She and I were under the bleachers giving each other a good luck kiss that lasted ten minutes. Wow. Afterward, I made my way to the field. Coach Adams wanted me right next to him. If something did not go his way, or he was caught off guard, I'm afraid he may have strangled me with his whistle and have the football team bury me in one of the end zones. The other team won the toss and elected to receive. I then stood in fear as they took the opening kickoff all the way for a touchdown. We were losing 7-0. Coach just looked at me, mumbled something and turned his attention to the team. Through the years, he found out the other coaches tendencies, and this year he had my information. He had nothing to worry about. They didn't score again. His offense scored 66 points and the defense only allowed 38 offensive yards. The team was well coached and it seemed like they were in the huddle with the other team. Not far from the truth. A couple of weeks have gone by and everything was status quo. Every Monday I would bring the next playbook. Every week he would take it, usually with a girl in his lap or under the desk. I would slowly reduce the grades of players until the week they played us they'd be ineligible. Then I would slowly bring them back up. Every week the team wouldn't just win, they would annihilate the opposing team. Tonight is a warm night. It's the first Thursday in October. Ash and I were hanging out, sitting by the creek, our normal spot. It's so peaceful there and no one bothers us. The leaves on the trees had either changed color or fallen. The moonlight shone down and there was a slight breeze carrying the scent of her perfume. I was in heaven. We would go from kissing to talking to just me holding her. I couldn't be happier. On this night I decided to tell her how I unsuccessfully trying to locate Mary Anne. "You're trying to do what?" "Well if I find her, I might be able to use my software to try to get an early parole or something. Did they give her a pseudonym? I looked through all 53 prisons with no luck." "When they took her they did change her name for coach's sake but we weren't told what it is." "Hmm. Do you have a picture? I can match the picture to the inmates' photo." "Really? I can get you that. Give me a day or two. Mom packed them all away somewhere so she wouldn't be reminded of what happened. I can't believe you are doing this for me. 53 prisons in Texas huh?" "Well most are male prisons, but I had to check them all to find which ones." "You really are sweet." She then lied down on the grass and pulled me down to her. I kissed her. "I just want you to be happy. I know you miss your sister and you just want your family complete again. I love you, and your love is worth the risk." "Aw, I love you too, Kyle." I lay next to her and held her. She snuggled up next to me and whispered, "Will you make love to me?" "Are you sure? I don't want to rush anything. I've been waiting my whole life. We can wait longer. After all it was only 5 weeks ago that..." She silenced me with a deep, passionate kiss while unzipping my pants. She slowly released her kiss and smiled. She sat up and slipped off her shirt and bra, exposing her beautiful, perky C cup breasts to me. She reached for my hand and placed it lovingly on her breast. "Don't be shy; you're not going to hurt them." That was all the encouragement I needed. I started to grope, mold, and shape them. She let out a slight moan. She removed my hands and slid down. She pulled down my jeans and underwear in one motion, freeing my rock hard cock. Her head went toward it. When she got close, she stuck out her tongue. She started by doing a swirl motion on the tip. She then slowly moved her tongue down the backside of my shaft, only lightly touching it. One of her hands started caressing my balls. After a moment, she looked up and gazed into my eyes and smiled. She suddenly, and without hesitation, plunged at my cock, taking all seven inches. She slowly and lovingly went up and down. She must have sensed I wasn't going to last much longer as she stopped. She slithered up my body, slowing momentarily to let her magnificent breasts dance around my dick. We kissed lovingly while her index finger wandered aimlessly around my pole. I took this opportunity to explore my first pussy ever. I slid up her skirt and pulled her g-string to the side. She was wet. I put two fingers in. She started to moan and she began moving her hips against the motion I was giving her. She suddenly stopped and got up. She gave me a playful giggle and removed the rest of her clothing. I must say that the renaissance artists were right. There is nothing finer than the form of a naked female and Ashley was sculpted marvelously. She came back down and kissed me again. "Now let me give my hero a true reward." Without hesitation, she straddled me. The sensation of her wetness almost sent me over the top right away. She started slow, going up and down. When she hit the base of my cock she added a slight circular motion with her hips. I began thrusting into her. We rhythmically worked as one. The pace quickly went from slow to fast. I started bucking my hips into her with reckless abandon as she crashed down on me with full force. Her moans became screams of ecstasy. My back stiffened, my neck arched back, and my toes curled. I shot my load deep into her pussy as she ground her body into me one last time. Ash fell on top of me, both of us still panting. We laid like that for what seemed an eternity. Neither of us wanted the night to end. After some time passed, the temperature started to dip. We collected our clothes and started walking to her home. When we got to her doorstep, we gave each other one final kiss. "You can have this anytime you want, hero." With that, she went inside. I made it home and lied down on my bed. It was the greatest night of my life. We celebrated the game four blowout the next night the same way. The next morning was my scholastic aptitude test. For the next six weeks the only thing that changed was us. We were everywhere, my room, her room, school bathroom, movie theatre, and even my work. If you've never had sex while your company pays you, you are missing out. All the while, I couldn't find Mary Anne. There were a plethora of pictures to go through and Ashley and Coach Adams, who wanted me at all the practices now, really kept me busy. The team is now 10-0 and the top seed in the playoffs. There are only five more weeks of breaking the law, except, of course, when I find Mary Anne. I have been doing check-ups on my grades as well, a perfect 4.0. Despite what Coach said, I have done all assignments given but I do wonder if those A's are real. Then my test results came in, 1989. Time to send out those applications! Four more weeks have gone by and four more blowouts, including three shutouts. It is now championship week. By this time I've been receiving full scholarships to top schools around the country, Columbia, Stanford, Yale, and even MIT. Those would be dreams. However, I had more interest in Texas Tech. They do have a great grid computing research center but who am I kidding. I want to be close to Ash. I really love her. She is very addicting. She has done so much for me; I decided it was time to press Coach Adams about Mary Anne. I figured with it being championship week, he might be more apt to give her up. I normally give coach the playbook during lunch but I was nervous and didn't want to wait. I arrived early to school and headed towards his office. As I put my hand on the door, I heard someone who sounded like Ash. "He's still looking for my sister." "Since that girl isn't your sister, you gave him a false name, and a picture of someone else, I guarantee he isn't going to find out anything." "Still, it's sweet." "You're starting to like him, aren't you?" "It's beyond like." "Just remember, I want him. I can't threaten him with grades anymore. He'd just change them back. That leaves you." "Don't worry, I got him." "Believe me, I don't underestimate your talents but I know he has aspirations. Just be sure you keep him close. We will never lose with that information he provides." "I'm sure I can keep him." I knew, but I had to see for myself that it was her. I opened the door and my worst fear became a reality. Ash was standing next to Coach Adams. My heart sank. "You mean this information!" I slammed the playbook on the ground. I looked at Ash, "She's not even your sister?" I questioningly asked, now on the verge of tears. "Kyle, I, umm, I..." I turned to walk out when coach spoke. "I have an offer for you." I stopped and looked back. "Why don't you sit down, son? We need to have a conversation." Ashley walked over to the door and closed it. She then took my hand and guided me towards the chair. So many emotions flooded me. Anger, fear, betrayal but mostly curiosity was now with me. I sat down and Ash stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders. Despite being upset with her, it was comforting to know she was there. Coach began. "You have a gift, son. A talent I appreciate. So here's the offer. I want you on my staff. I'm prepared to give you $100,000 a year. You can still go to college, just take the fall semesters off. Think about it, $100,000 for four months worth of work a year. Think about your mom and grandma. How much will this help them? Just keep doing for me what you've done all year. What do say, son?" "$100,000 for four months work every year, how is that possible?" "Oh, we have all sorts of money coming in here from former players who I got full scholarships to get high paying degrees. Their way of paying me back is filtering some money back here every month. Even your father was part of the system." "Dad?" "I keep up with all my former players, and he was on my first championship team. He was a good man, but a bad husband. Your mom deserved better." Not sure if he was trying to play me with that last line. "I don't know. She broke my heart and you broke my soul. Why should I believe you now?" "Ashley told me what she said to you, and it's all true. Well, except the sister part. And I always kept my word as well. You have a 4.0 don't you? And I didn't touch Ashley, did I?" "Did you?" "No, I didn't. I would have never touched her anyway. You see, earlier in my career I wasn't careful as I am now. A cheerleader named Sandy got pregnant. Good Ole Earl, one of my top players at the time, gave up a scholarship to take care of Sandy and Ashley for me. I mean we can't have a scandal now, can we? Now Earl and Sandy don't ever have to work and I bring in the championships. You could be a part of that too. $100,000 a year in a town that will adore you. You can have the same liberties I do and no one will care. No matter what you do or where you go, you will never be what you will be here." "So that time in the park, you were going to rape your own daughter?" "Well when I found out you were coming to my town, I did some research. Your father spoke highly of your computer skills, so I called your school. With what that Cambridge fellow told me, I knew you could be of use to me. I made a plan. Make you a hero. I needed you under control and love is a very powerful aphrodisiac. Ashley and I followed you the whole day waiting for an opening. We almost gave up, till you finally came out of the damn library. We saw you cut through the park and got into position. It was all an act. Nothing was going to happen. I should apologize for the kick, though. I have a huge temper and when you smiled, that just downright pissed me off." I opened my mouth to say something, and then stopped, unsure of how to respond. He definitely noticed my hesitation. He continued. "Do you like her?" I looked up at Ash and she smiled at me. "I thought I loved her." Is Winning Everything? "You know, she will be everything you want her to be. Anything you say, she'll do. Anything you want, it's yours. I'll even give you two a house, any house in town you want. Ashley is yours to do with what you like." I looked up at Ash. She smiled and whispered "I told you our duty was to the football team." She then came around and straddled my lap, put her arms around my head, and gave me a deep, sweet, passionate kiss. Time stood still and I was convinced.