Storiesonline.net ------- Opportunities by Dual Writer Copyright© 2008 by Dual Writer ------- Description: A freshman scholarship student is trying to define his life direction and goals. While trying to figure out where he is headed, he enjoys opportunities as they happen. This is a relationship story, bordering on a romance with sexy stuff on the way. (There are chapters with a lot of sex and some with only implied sex.) Codes: MF rom sch cons het group interr BF WM safe oral ------- ------- Chapter 1 You do know anything can happen. What makes all the things in life happen? Fate. Opportunity. And this case Youth. As a college student in 1960, the United States was in a transition. Still recovering from the Korean war, in a little recession with the presidential elections approaching. I was a small town Florida high school basketball standout that was sought out for a scholarship to play at a "small" out of state, mid-west university. My only close full ride offer was from an in state big city school that I didn't want to go too. The other two big in-state schools always seemed to find students from the Midwest to fill their teams. All my other offers were from mid-west schools. I was a "go with the flow" type of guy. When confronted with life's decisions, I was taught to let destiny lead the way. Whatever opportunities there would be, would become evident and all I had to do was "go with the flow." At that point in time, freshmen athletes were not usually given a whole lot of attention. It was usually just practice, practice, practice, and then wait your turn when they needed you on the varsity squad. This school however, had it's own way of using scholarship kids. The first question from the athletic department was, can you play anything else besides basketball? I played baseball in high school and was even scouted by the big leagues and was told I could go fairly high in the draft. When the coaches heard this I was immediately whisked off to practice with the baseball team. Baseball is a fun game so practice is fun too. I had a good glove but only batted about 350 which was not a very good average for college baseball. Then came the football coach. My high school was very small and did not have a football team. The closest I had been to football was a few PE classes where flag football was played. The football coaches tried me at receiving passes, playing a little line backer and finally decided I should be a tight end. Occasionally catching a pass but mostly I would be used to block for runs and quarterback protection. Not very demanding and it was neat the way the football guys were fed. Lots of food was available to football guys. That is important to an underage (just 17) freshman player. Food is perhaps not more important than sex to a hormonally unbalanced youth, but a real close second. But then you have to remember that mores were pretty arcane in 1960. Prudes were abundant and virginity common and guarded. Anyway I ate at the training table. I could have seconds and thirds when I wanted and as much milk as I could drink. The football coaches said I needed more weight so I was asked to drink three egg malts a day. I wasn't going argue with that. They even had snacks whenever I wanted something extra to eat. And there was fruit and sandwiches available for us anytime we walked down to the cafeteria. The football coaches wanted me to maintain at least 185 pounds on my six four frame. The only way that could be done is with weight training every day and food, lots of food. At that time of the school's athletic program, football took second behind basketball. The schedule showed that because the football team only played eight games beginning the middle of September with the last game the weekend before thanksgiving. College football was not as important then except if you were in a major conference school, a military academy or Notre Dame. Meanwhile the basketball coaches thought I might be putting on too much weight so they had me running wind sprints constantly to keep me fit for basketball. You might not think that would be a problem for a young guy used to baseball and basketball wind sprints but now the college basketball court was ten feet longer than the high school court. Obviously the coaches of the different teams did not work together with some mutual scholarship students. Football practice was fun but mystifying if you have not played before. You run your ass off for two-three minutes then sit around for fifteen. When you are working on a specific group of plays you may run around for fifteen to twenty minutes at a time. But mostly you sit and were supposed to watch how the other players were messing up with your position. I had walked back to the water barrel for a drink and noticed a very attractive female on the first bleacher row. She was standing on the seat and looked like an amazon with the sun at her back. She turned slightly and gave a profile of a huge chest. This big babe looked directly at me and smiled. Oh wow! To a seventeen-year-old, big tits were important, really important. She was big, lots of meat on her bones, tall, with large breast. (Keep in mind the 17-year-old perspective.) wide hips with a nice rounded butt. I could not take the time to say "hi" at that moment so I went back to wait for my turn to do tricks for the coaches. When practice was finished, I checked the stands and alas the babe had vanished. Oh well, perhaps another day. Earlier that day, Jack Kennedy, a Senator running for President of the United States came to campus. He arrived at the football stadium in a large bus that he had been touring the state with while campaigning. Kennedy, his wife and a couple of other notables got into a big limousine convertible and drove slowly around the track surrounding the football field waving and shaking hands with those who could get close enough. He then went up on a platform in the middle of the field and spoke for over thirty minutes. As a seventeen-year-old, I couldn't vote and didn't have an opinion on who should be our next president. Even though I was a political agnostic, it was exciting to be in a crowd that was enthusiastically cheering and applauding. When his speech was finished, he walked to his bus, drove around the track once more then left for his next campaign stop. The daily football practices started to hold a special appeal as the big, tall large-breasted babe appeared each day, often with several other beauties to watch the boys at play. The coaches started to give me plays where I hit a defender off the line then ran diagonally across the field as a supposed receiver. The only time I was to be thrown the ball was when the wide end or split end was covered. We actually practiced the play with me receiving the ball, cool. A football is easy to catch, a lot easier than a basketball thrown your direction with speed. Football players will argue about that but let them get in a tight basketball game when your forward or fellow guard pushes a ball at you without looking. You have to feel it coming, receive it, dribble once or twice, knock some guy on his ass then either pass it off or lay it up. That was a hell of a lot tougher than catching an oblong ball and holding on to it while some jerk tries to cut you in two. Amazingly the next Saturday on the second play of a real game the stupid coaches called me to go across the field. No sweat, I put a defensive back on his butt the way I was taught then ran across the field with my right hand up. The idiot quarterback couldn't see the wide-open end down the field so he threw the ball to me. Easy catch. I took a step, planted my left foot then turned up field to run as hard as I could. All I knew was to go as hard as I could toward the end zone. The other team's players kept hitting me but not in the legs to I kept my legs moving till there was too much weight and then I collapsed. The quarterback actually helped me up from the ground, cool. He was senior. I was a freshman. That was really cool. We ran a couple of running plays then they called my number again to go across the field. The guy guarding me was right at the line so he was easy to bump hard. I ran across the field thinking that I was a diversion but all of a sudden the ball was in my hands. Again I planted my foot and ran like hell toward the goal. It was only a couple of yards but wonder of wonders, I scored. I didn't know what to do with the ball so I just dropped it at the back line and ran to the position I was assigned to for special teams. Guys were slapping me on the helmet and back, yelling good stuff, That game was my big deal in my college freshman year. I actually was thrown nine passes and caught eight. There was one that was at my feet and I didn't get it. We won by 17 points. The other players forgot I was a freshman and were all very congratulatory to me. The coaches all gave me an attaboy. The next week in practice I was a tight end and a wide end which was probably closer to a split end. Anyway, there was about five plays where I did something to be able to be thrown the ball. We practiced ball handling where I held on to the ball while all the defensive guys used their finger nails to try to rake the ball out of my hands along with the skin on my wrists. Not cool. They never did get it away from me as I was used to jump balls on the basketball court. That week in practice was cool, as the big, tall, large-breasted babe was there every day. I was too busy to go say hi to her but she did recognize me with a nice smile. Someway, somehow, I had to find out who she was and try to meet her. My time was cramped even more as the basketball coach was having practices, getting ready for the non-conference games coming up in the early season. He was excusing me because of football, but I don't think he liked it. This week the other presidential candidate, Richard Nixon, showed up for his campaign speech. This happened to be the guy who lost the election later that year and just this campaign stop probably told the story as to why he lost. Kennedy had arrived in a bus campaigning at small towns everywhere. Nixon arrived in a helicopter after arriving at a nearby airport. Kennedy rode around the track in a convertible with his attractive wife shaking hands with many. Nixon walked to the podium, gave a dry speech, got back in the helicopter and left. This stop for each candidate was to influence the entire Southern tier of the state. Easy to see who made the best impression, even on that university campus. The next Saturday we traveled to Miami of Ohio. It was cold. I'm a Florida boy and not used to the cold. The guys were razing me about me trying to stay warm but I didn't care as I was too cold to worry about what anyone else thought. One of the equipment guys gave me his equipment gloves which were funky looking, white with blue knit cuffs and little rubber black dots on the hands. Anyway, when we went on offence the first time, I was still wearing the gloves. Uh oh, the coaches called my number on the crossing route play. I hit the defender hard then ran across the field, the ball came my way so I easily caught the ball then turned up field. No one was in my way so I ran as fast as I could. I didn't look back as I knew that would slow me down perhaps that little bit that would keep me from scoring. I made it to the end zone and dropped the ball continuing to run back to where I was supposed to be on special teams for field goals and point after kicks. When I got back to the sideline, a coach got in my face instantly. "What the hell do you have gloves on for?" "To keep warm sir." I answered. "Who the hell told you that you were supposed to be warm?" He yelled. "No one sir." "Get those fucking gloves off and act like a man." He yelled then turned back to the game. The next offensive series was all run so I didn't see any action, but my hands were freezing. Since I was a freshman, my jersey didn't have any pockets for my hands to keep warm. Only upper classmen got the benefit of the more expensive jerseys. The next series my number was called on first down. The ball was right where it should be, but my hands wouldn't close fast enough to bring it in. I actually didn't even feel the ball when it hit my hands. The idiot offensive co-ordinator called the same play again. Again I leveled the defender but the ball bounced off my hands. Benched. The line coach and the receiver coach came to me and asked what was the problem. "I can't feel my hands, they're too cold. I need gloves or something to keep my hands warm between plays." "Put them in your pockets." They said simultaneously. "My jersey doesn't have pockets." I answered. One coach grabbed my jersey on the side and pulled it too him. Yep, no pockets. "Okay, get those pussy gloves you had on before and let's see if you can catch a fucking wimp pass." The equipment guy gave me his gloves again and I was able to warm up my hands before the next series. The first two plays were running plays that made good yards then on a second and two they called for a T4go which meant for me to block my defender, run to the middle of the field then go straight toward our goal. The quarterback said he would throw on three so I would have the ball about on four. I blocked the defender hard then ran down the field going to the middle,. On the count of three I looked for the ball and it was almost to me. Easy catch. I was already near full speed so I turned it up as hard as I could and made it to the five before some guy wrapped up my ankles. Almost eight yards. Two plays later we ran it in. "So you need gloves to play in the cold, huh?" The receiver coach asked. "Yes sir." I answered, "Let's see those gloves." He held out his hand. "Where did you get them?" He asked. "Rick, the equipment guy." I answered. "Hey Rick." He yelled. Rick came jogging over to the coach. "You got any more of these gloves?" The coach asked. "Sure, a whole box full, most of a dozen." Rick said. "Get a pair on all the receivers right away and tape them to their wrists and arms so they don't come off." He directed. Rick looked at me with a smile and shrugged then took off for one of his footlockers full of toys. I didn't see another pass that day, but the other ends saw a bunch. The gloves helped with the cold and we were able to hold onto the ball when it was thrown to us. The next Monday at practice there were a bunch of new plays that we worked on. This time I was more than a blocking tight end. Actually it's fun to put some guy on his butt on every play, even when he knows it's coming. Actually it's more fun when he knows it's coming. The big tall babe was back. She even waved to me. Awesome. I have to figure out how to meet her. The cheerleaders were practicing their thing on the sidelines fairly near the bench. The coach had a senior tight end practicing my plays so I edged near the girls hoping not to be seen by the coaches. I got the attention of one of the girls and was able to ask her about the girl in the stands. "You want to meet her?" She asked nodding toward the big babe. "Yeah, the tall one, she's here almost every practice, she fascinates me, she's tall and big." I said. "You could do better you know." She said. "How so?" I asked. "Look at us, most of us are white. That girl is colored. You can't do anything with her." She said. "You're probably right, but I'd like to meet her anyway. She really does fascinate me." My Southern heritage was taking over. These Northern folks had a thing about colored that us Southern boys didn't. "I'll tell her to meet you for dinner. You eat at the training table right?" She asked. "Yep, thanks." I said. "Even though you're a freshman, ask me out, you won't be sorry. I'm tall and I like tall guys. From the way you look at me, you think I'm at least decent looking. My name's Misty and live in the same dorm as your fascination does. Ask for me sometime." She said patting me on the hand and walking back to her group. That evening I ate while constantly looking for the big tall girl. She wasn't in the dinning hall. When I walked out the door, there she was complete with a huge smile. I walked to her and held my hand out. "Hi, my name is Chuck Johnson, thank you for coming to see me." "Hi there, my name is Sarah Williams, do you think it's okay that we talk?" She asked. "Sure it is. We're just talking. Come on, let's go to the student union and get a coke or coffee or something." "I didn't eat yet so I need to go to my cafeteria for supper." She said. "Why didn't you come in and eat with me?" I asked. "I don't know whether I'm allowed to come in there." She said. "Why not?" "You know, cause I'm negro." She said looking down. "Nearly half the football and basketball team is colored, who cares." I said. "This is just another dining hall that has some special foods for the athletes. Come on let's get you something to eat then we'll go to the student union. I pulled her back into my cafeteria and walked her through the line. I got another tray and had some more food. You know me, the bottomless pit could always use some more food. We ate and talked about her always coming to practice. She said her brother, Adrian, was the good junior running back and she was there to watch him. She even noted that I didn't have many plays that I was used on that day. After dinner, we walked back to the student union where I found out she was a sophomore and was probably going to become a teacher when she graduated. She was from a nearby city and marveled at me coming all the way up there to school. I told her it was out of necessity, as if I didn't get a scholarship, I would be working in the fields at home. We both needed to study so I walked her back to her dorm and went next door to mine. We parted friends, buddies. Her being my friend didn't keep me from fantasizing about her gorgeous big build that night. Wow! Wet dream city. At practice the next day, the coaches used me to practice a couple of blocking plays and a couple of open flats plays. During a lull after one of my blocking plays a very thick dark skinned guy came over to me. "You messin' with my Sis?" "Huh?" I responded brilliantly. "She told me you two had supper at the training table last night. What you want messin' with a little colored girl? That girl be my Sis." He stated using some slang accent that you could tell was a put on, but I'm sure he was a little put off having to talk to a freshman. "Um first ah Adrian, your Sister isn't little. She's almost as tall as I am and probably weighs about the same as me." Actually she probably outweighs me. I was getting wound up. "Second she is a nice girl and I enjoy being around nice girls. And most important, Sara and I like to have dinner with each other. If you want, come eat with us tonight, Sarah would enjoy that I'm sure." "Eat with you, a freshman? No way. Besides you two eat earlier than I do." Adrian was going to walk away but turned back. "Just remember she's my Sis and she's a good girl. Keep her that way or we gonna talk bout it." During one of my benched periods I walked over to Sarah and confirmed dinner for tonight again. It got me a big smile from her, some frowns from the cheer squad, and some strange looks from several of the other players, dark and white. I came out of my dorm and was headed toward the training table dining hall when I heard my name called. Sarah jogged up to me and said she had just walked out of her dorm and saw me. She yelled so we could walk together. At dinner, a couple of other players and a couple of cheerleaders came to our table to eat. Everyone was comfortable, as it became a larger mixed race group instead of just the two of us. One of the football guys was also a basketball player and told me that there were workouts planned for Sunday and the next week. We would have to have the coaches' figure out how to split our time. Our busy schedule was going to get busier. After dinner Sarah and I walked back toward the dorms. I told her that I was going to get my stuff and head to the library as I needed to get some reference material and that I would study there, as it would be quieter than the dorm. She thought that was a good idea and asked if I would mind if she came to. We both went in to get out study materials and I met her in the lobby of her dorm. She had changed from a skirt and blouse to a pair of jeans and a loose low cut top. She looked good, big, very big and good. We sat at one of the medium sized tables so we would have room to spread out. She started right in on some of her work while I went off in search of the two books necessary for the questions from history. They were not due till next Monday but if I didn't get a jump on it, the books would be checked out and I'd never finish. I was at the table reading when Sarah stood up to stretch. She said she would be right back and left toward the restrooms in the corner. When she came back she leaned over the table placing her hands on each side of a book almost halfway across the table to read something. I glanced up and swallowed my tongue. Her loose top gaped open to display two huge dark breasts totally free of man made cover. Oh wow! My gasp and choking noises caused Sarah to look at me quizzically. She looked at my bugged out eyes then looked down at her gapping exposure. She looked back at me and grinned the grin of "got cha." The next thing she did stretched my chinos. With her hands still holding herself up while leaning over the table, she shook her upper body making those massive boobs wave all over the place. I choked. She giggled then sat down retaining her shit-eating grin. Sarah smiled at me, leaned toward me and whispered, "Wha' chu lookin' at?" I turned as red as she was brown and had to try to look back at my books. We both giggled a bit but were able to get back to studying. About nine we packed up to head back to the dorm. I watched closely to see if I could get another shot at those beauties but it was not to be. I had a difficult time watching her, as her breasts were so firm it was as if she had a bra on. They would only wiggle and bounce a little as we walked. On the way back to the dorms we took the long way through a little wooded section called the maze. The paved walkways curved back and forth and around through the area giving the walkers a pleasant private walk. There were benches along the way. Some had a couple talking or making out. We stopped at a bench set back in the shadows and sat together. Sarah sat close, really close, much closer than I would have. She took my hand in hers and we just leaned together, sitting, feeling our feelings, not talking. 'This is strange isn't it?" Sarah asked. "How do you mean?" I asked back. "You know. You white and all." Sarah said. "Do you mind?" I asked. "I don't but what about you?" Sarah asked. "I hope you can tell I don't care. I don't see you as being any different. Just try to look at me the same as anyone else." I said trying to figure out what to say about this thing that was presenting itself to us. Sarah looked at me a little funny then asked, "How come you don't mind being around a colored girl? What makes you different?" "That's easy." I said smiling. "Where I grew up and lived, colored and whites get along pretty good. A lot of my childhood friends were colored. We played together, and went to the early school together. The city kids didn't get along that well but the country kids, who lived near each other always have gotten along. There's really not any open dating or obvious boyfriend, girlfriend stuff between them but I'm sure it goes on." She looked at me a long time then asked softly. "You think we could be more than study friends?" Oh boy. Didn't see that coming. She wants more? More of what? Damn, how do I answer that. Honestly I guess. "I'd like that." I said turning to look her in the eyes. Sarah did the same then put her big soft lips on mine. In a couple of short seconds we went from a gentle kiss to a firm mashing of the mouths. Then our kiss had her tongue flicking across my lips with her hand on my leg then to both of our mouths open and my hand on her waist with a breast laying against my forearm. We pulled apart panting and stared at each other. Sarah gave me a passionate look. She let her hand graze across my very stiff dick then stood. "We better get out of here or I'm gonna make my Momma a Grandma." Her comment startled me. I stood but took her in my arms and gave her another toe curling kiss feeling her breasts poke into my chest and letting her feel my poker on her public area. We walked slowly back to the dorms holding hands. She went in, resisting kissing me before going up to her room. I stumbled back to my room thinking I needed a cold shower. I took the shower and relieved the pressure twice. My roomy was still hitting the books but I didn't have any trouble going off to dreamland featuring "Sarah." That weekend was homecoming weekend. There were several functions going on but I was required to be in bed by nine on Friday before a game. I saw Sarah at dinner and ate with her and Adrian. He didn't particularly like the way she was sitting so close to me and leaning against me but he was being cool. On the way back to the dorms we straggled behind just a bit and stepped behind a giant oak tree for a quick hug and kiss. When I went up to my room, Adrian was sitting at the study table. "You two been doin' stuff?" "What do you mean Adrian?" I asked not even defensively. "Sarah told me you had her fired up inside. She said she wanted you. So you two been doin' stuff?" He asked again. "Ah, um, not like doing anything but a couple of kisses." I said. "You feelin' her up, fingerin' her?" "No, we haven't done anything." I said holding my hands up palms out. "You will, if she says she wants it. You be careful. I love my Sis and don't want her hurt. Don't be doing bad stuff to her. Don't be tellin' her shit you won't or can't do." He stood, looking down at the table, then dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box. "You do stuff, you use these. Sarah don't need no babies. Specially half white ones right now." And Adrian stomped out of the room. I picked up the box. One dozen Trojan prophylactics Now that gave some help with my dreams. ------- Chapter 2 Saturday was strange. As soon as I walked into the locker room, I ran into Adrian. While we were stretching out on the field Adrian was next to me. During warm up practice on catching drills I ended up either in front of him or following him. At the beginning of the game, we had a good run back after catching a punt for our first possession. On first down I had a pull blocking assignment for a running play. I put the end on his butt and started down field to clear linebackers. I chipped one out of the way while the running back was on my heels. I was able to hit a safety while the back turned away from the play. I was tripping over the head of the safety when I realized the back was in the end zone. Adrian came over and gave me a hand up and whacked me on the back for helping on his run. I didn't know he was the one running the ball! The next possession we were moving down field with running plays. Then on third and five at their forty, my number was called for a flats play. These guys were hitting hard so this was going to hurt. I chipped my defender then headed downfield toward the middle on the count of two I looked for the ball and it was going to be long. I jumped really high and caught the nose of the ball in one hand. On the way down I was able to bring the ball into my arms. A helmet hit my arms and another hit my side but by holding the ball with both hands hugged to my body it didn't come loose. I landed on a linebacker. He helped soften the landing a bunch but the wind was still knocked out of me. Adrian was right there giving me a hand up then pushing me toward the sidelines. Good thing he pointed me, as I was a little out of it from the hard landing. The linebacker that I landed on had to be carried off the field. Two plays later I was back in and we were going to do a sideline pass to a split end with me in the middle as a second target. I leveled the end then ran to the middle of the field about fifteen yards down. Our end was double covered and I was alone. The quarterback threw before I had turned so the ball surprised me when it came at my head. I caught it after juggling it a bit and, just as I turned up field, a blur busted a closing line backer. I ran hard dodging a couple of defenders and was accompanied across the goal line by a grinning Adrian. He had been my key blocker. Adrian scored again, the quarterback ran one in and a wide receiver caught a bomb in the end zone and we kicked a couple of field goals. Pretty good. We won 41 to 9. Once again Adrian was with me constantly. We ended up showering next to each other, sitting next to each other at the end of game meeting then walking out of the locker room together. Waiting for us were his girl friend, Mandy, and sweet Sarah along with all the other girls waiting for their guys. I said I was starved and wanted to hit the dining hall immediately. Adrian said we should go over to Mandy's apartment and have some pizza. I had to pull Adrian aside to tell him I didn't have enough money for pizza. He laughed and just said, "come along poor little white boy and learn to live with the high rollers." Mandy and Sarah laughed with him. We stopped and picked up four pizzas and a bunch of coke on the way to Mandy's. Adrian paid for it with a crisp fifty he pulled from his pocket. He looked at me and said, "you'll be getting these soon my friend. Keep pulling in passes like that and the alum's will be showing their love real soon." I didn't understand what he meant but thought an extra fifty could go a long way. The girls each ate a half a pizza. Adrian and I each ate a pizza and a half and could have gone back to the dining hall for more food. But the company was cool. Adrian and Mandy disappeared while Sarah and I sat on the couch chatting. It wasn't long till Sarah was turned so she was lying in my lap with me leaning over her kissing her. We were into some long deep kisses when her hand caught mine and brought it up to her big full breast. I passed my hand over the stiff covered nipple, then cupped and cradled the massive beauty. She moaned. I panted. We continued kissing then Sarah began unbuttoning my shirt. She was fast. She pulled my shirt off then lifted my T-shirt over my head. She sat up and pulled her top off to reveal her braless chest in all its glory. Sarah rolled to her side still pressed against me, kissing me passionately. She reached between us and rubbed her hand over my stiffness. She took my hand and brought it up under her skirt between her legs. Oh my, fuzzes, no panties. While I explored those tight little curls I dropped my head to kiss one of those beautiful dark pink brownish nipples. This not only elicited a groan but also brought both her hands to my belt and zipper. In three seconds flat she was tugging my pants and shorts down. I heard something and froze. "Sarah, what about Adrian?" "Listen," she said. You could hear Mandy's rhythmic "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh" accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings. Sarah pulled my pants off while I kicked off my shoes. She undid her skirt and was instantly nude. The word "Nubian nude" ran through my mind. Or would that be "nude Nubian." "You're acting kind of scared. You do this before?" Sarah asked. "Just a couple of times. I don't know how to do it right yet, how to make you feel good. You surprised me," I said with a shaky voice. "Not to worry Chuck, let me teach you how to make me feel really, really good," she said huskily kissing me with some tongue. She lay on top of me - this was a first for me. A totally nude babe lying on top of me. She let her legs spread and drop on both sides of me, straddling my lap. Sarah raised up, took hold my very stiff dick, raked it through her moisture then stuffed into herself. Wow, that feels great. Good stuff. She easily slid down taking me completely inside her body. We started kissing, now more passionately than ever while she began raising and lowering herself on me. Her pussy was going into convulsions and her breath indicated she was having difficulty breathingShe jammed down on me hard, trying to suck my entire body into her. Sarah sighed then collapsed, breathing heavily. A minute or so later she raised up on her hands and looked at me. "You're gonna get yours this time." Then she started to slide up and down on me again. I was just about to warn her when the thought of Adrian came to me again. "Stop, baby, stop. I don't have a rubber. We aren't safe. Let me out before I squirt," I begged. Sarah gave me smoldering look then locked her lips to mine while rapidly fucking me. Rubber or no rubber, I squirted. I shot the Sheila; I juiced, and came, sending an entire nation of fertile little squiggles up her pussy. Sarah came again from the intense activity then again collapsed on me. "That was intense, really, really good," I said kissing her neck and ears. "You can say that again Chuck, that hit the spot," she sighed. "Aren't you afraid I made you pregnant?" I asked. Sarah rolled to her side reached down and scooped up fingers full of our mixed drool and held them to her mouth. "I love this stuff just like it is and not out of a rubber. S'matter you don't wanna knock up this little colored girl?" "That's not a nice question. I'd love to put a baby in that gorgeous belly of yours but we both need to get through school first," I countered. "I ain't gonna get pregnant. I just finished my period yesterday so I'm good for a week or so. So when I can't have this put where it belongs I get to get it direct. Know how I do that?" "How?" Sarah slid down my body to face my dick. She opened her mouth and slurped my soggy hardening dick into her mouth sucking it back to life. This was a shock but I recovered enough to moan, "Oh Sarah baby that feels really good," I said with pleasure in my voice. "Let me teach you how to do me too," she said pulling off my dick. She lay back on the couch and pointed to her juicy pussy, "kiss it." I had heard of cunnilingus but had not had the chance to try it. I was a little put off by the abundance of my juice drooling out of her but dove in anyway. Sarah directed my kisses and licks around her pleasure area till we ended with me sucking on her clit while her pubic bone pounded my nose. Raising up over Sarah I aligned myself to her then slowly slid into her warm pussy. With a mutual "Ah" we began a slow satisfying fuck that lasted well over a half-hour. By the time we came we were pounding at each other near yelling our pleasure. This time Sarah got up and went to the bathroom came back and started putting her clothes back on. I took her lead and dressed as well. We straightened up the couch and turned over the wet cushions. Sarah went to Mandy's bedroom door and told Adrian we were on our way back to the dorm. He grunted. We left. On the way back to campus Sarah was talkative. "Hope you don't think I'm a bad girl for liking to do that stuff?" "How could something that feels that good be bad?" I answered with a question. "You have been with a girl before, haven't you?" she asked "Yeah but we only did it a couple of times. We fumbled around at it but didn't get a chance to get very good before she moved away," I said. "Can I ask you how you got so good at it?" "You can ask," she said smiling and bumping her hip into me. "One of these days I'll tell you all about it." "So does that mean we get to practice some more?" I asked hoping for the right answer, Sarah looked at me, kissed me on the lips as we were walking, and put her heard on my shoulder. "I would like that and enjoy that a lot. We need to practice lots to get it right." We walked the rest of the way quietly, both of us mentally thinking of our next time to be together intimately. This time when we got to the dorm Sarah wrapped herself around me and gave me a toe curler. We looked at each other, then she was in the elevator. I went back to my room, stripped and went to bed. Lying there, I kept thinking about getting the opportunity to fool around with a big sexy girl in my first semester at school. It was hard to believe that it had really happened. "Hey man, there is some babe downstairs asking for you. Better go down and see what she wants," some guy was saying to me. I looked at the clock. It was eleven fifteen. Oh my! I slept late. I pulled on my pants and a T-shirt and went down barefoot to find out who wanted me. There was Sarah dressed nicely. "You going to sleep all day?" she asked. "Go clean up real quick so we can go to church." "Church?" "Yeah Church. I go every Sunday. You probably need to go with me," she said standing with her hands on her hips. With me barefooted and her in heels, I was looking up to Sarah instead of eye to eye. I smiled at her and ran back to my room. Fifteen minutes later, after the triple S, shit, shower and shave, I was dressed in my only suit with my good wingtip shoes walking with Sarah toward the campus chapel. This service was the second of the day and was fairly short. It was the usual, a couple of songs, a sermon, a prayer, and some announcements. We left the chapel and headed for food. The dining hall did it up great for Sunday dinner as no supper was served on Sunday except for athletes. We ate our fill then I had to go for the scheduled basketball practice. I said I would come to the dorm for her when practice was over so we could go to the library. Practice was lame. Just a lecture on how practices were going to go and what would be expected of everyone. We did a couple of drills then were let go. When I met Sarah at her dorm lobby to go to the library, Sarah asked if I wanted to go over to Mandy's to study, as the apartment was empty. Sounded good to me. I asked if we could stop for some coffee grounds as I was dying for a good cup of coffee. We got the coffee then were at Mandy's in a couple of minutes. While the coffee was brewing Sarah started to fool around ending up with her on her knees sucking me. I raised her up and stripped her then stripped myself. I laid her on the table then sat on a chair between her legs saying I was going to have dessert now. After getting her off a couple of times I stood, plunged into her very wet pussy then enjoyed pounding her till I completely filled her. We cleaned up, dressed and actually studied for three solid hours. We were just beginning to get kissy again when Mandy and her roommate along with Adrian and another guy came in. "Hitting the books, huh?" Adrian asked. "Got to keep that scholarship," I said. "Same for me," said Sarah. "We were getting ready to leave so we could get a hamburger on the way back," I said. We left and went to "Burger Chef" - the new competition to the golden arches. Besides, it was on the way. I had three hamburgers, fries and a shake while Sarah had two burgers, fries and a shake. That means mine was 75 cents and hers was 60 cents, fifteen cents for burgers, fifteen for fries and fifteen for small shakes. I still had a dollar so I was in good shape because I would receive my athletic allowance of ten bucks tomorrow, Monday. We walked through the woods on the way back to the dorms and did some smooching on the shaded benches. It had been a nice weekend. With promises of seeing each other at practice on Monday, we parted. Monday I was told to go to the gym for basketball practice after our football team meeting. I missed seeing Sarah. Basketball practice seemed tame after playing football for a couple of months. When I was in my playing shorts and shirtless, everyone ooh'd and ahh'd at all my bruises from the weekend. All we did were some lay-ups, free throws, set shots and wind sprints. No real drills. The coaches counseled me about dual sports saying that since I was a freshman and probably wouldn't make varsity anyway that I needed to be there for the last hour of practice and do my hundred free throws. I figured to be out of there early as a player could skip every thing after twenty-five straight free throws. I was deadly from the stripe! I cleaned up and left for the dining hall. Sarah was standing out front looking a little worried. We ate while I explained what my schedule was going to be. We agreed that the one place we could guarantee to see each other was the dining hall so we would now meet there. The next football game was the last of the season. We weren't going to any small school bowl games even though we were 7 and 1. Saturday's game was tame for me. I was only in one offensive play where I was given the ball. I got almost ten yards after the catch but didn't see the ball again. I blocked for Adrian a couple of times but no big plays. Ho hum, we won. Glad that's done for the year. The coaches all said I'd be a starter next year again and they would look forward to coaching me for spring practice. I took my jock and left for the indoor court. At this school, basketball was king. If you played on the varsity basketball team, you were a real big man on campus. Even the junior varsity squad seemed to garner respect so, as a new guy, I wanted to at least make the junior varsity. I primarily play guard when playing basketball. Not really a shooting guard but in that position, more of a deep penetrating guard that loves shooting from the corners. I like to drive the baseline too, as that is where you get manhandled and can hand out some elbows along the way. The other new guys and I were getting used to each other so we tried all the drills just so we would know how each other handled the ball. We practiced faking each other doing double pumps and any other tricks we knew. The first skirmish with the varsity was fun. We were considered the third team so the varsity had already played fifteen minutes against the second team. We were fresh and already clicking pretty well. We kept making them make mistakes, stealing the ball and fast breaking for an easy lay up. Our key forward and our center kept feeding me the ball when I was set up in the corner. I went five for seven over there but was called on a charging foul when I drove the baseline. It wasn't charging as far as I was concerned because the defender came into me while I was moving toward the basket, my lane. We did fifteen minutes and stomped them twenty to nine. The next skirmish the coaches mixed up the second and third teams and we didn't do well that way. No one knew how the other played. Basketball season is busier than football. Basketball often had two games a week plus practices every day. Finding time for classes, studying and food is a chore. Now put washing clothes into the mix and there just isn't enough time. I used three dollars a week of my athletic allowance to have my laundry done. That left seven dollars for pencils, paper and the occasional snack. Sometimes I would get a letter from home with a ten or twenty tucked in, so there were times when I was flush, just not often. Sarah and I ate together daily. On weekends we were together almost all day except for practice and games. We were able to use Mandy's apartment fairly often as long as Mandy and Adrian were an item, which seemed to be a lock. Christmas. I didn't have the cash to go home for Christmas. The folks didn't have it either this year. Farming sometimes didn't pay a lot of cash. So I planned on staying on campus. Adrian and Sarah were getting ready to be picked up by their folks for the holidays. Sarah wanted me to come with them but I said that invitation would have to be from her folks after they met me. Adrian said he wasn't looking forward to his folks finding out about me but Sarah was insistent that I was going to be introduced. Adrian and I were in Sarah's dorm lobby when Adrian's Dad came in. About six four probably two seventy-five, really big. When their Mom came in, it was a senior version of the Sarah. A queen sized tall luscious buxom lady, wow. Sarah appeared about the same time so the four of them were hugging and talking all at once. Sarah pulled back, took me by the hand and shoved me in front of her folks. "Mom, Dad this is Chuck Johnson the boy I've told you about. Chuck my Mom and my Dad." I reached out with my hand toward Sarah's Dad. The scowl on his face would undo the Mona Lisa. Her Mom was doing an "Oh" with her hand to her mouth. Adrian came to the rescue. He stepped to my side, put his arm around my shoulder and said, "This is the guy that help me score a bunch of points this season. Best downfield blocker we had. He's a good guy, a real gentleman." Dad's frown lessened a little. Mom's "Oh" closed. But my hand didn't get a shake. Sarah took it and held on. "Guess we have to go Chuck. See you in a couple of weeks." She kissed me on the cheek. Adrian shook my hand. Mom was recovering from another "Oh" attack and Dad's frown was becoming permanent. The Christmas break was great. I slept and ate and slept and ate. I finished a big paper that was scheduled for second semester. I read all my texts for the second semester as well. I ate and I slept. Of course there was still practice for those who stayed on campus. The second week everyone playing basketball had to be back as we were hosting a holiday tournament. Four games in five days but I didn't get to see any floor time as I was only a freshman. Just feed me all that good food, I'll play along and wait. When Sarah came back, Adrian came up to my room to get me. Sarah was waiting for me in the lobby. I expected her to jump in my arms or something but she looked a little sad and said let's go to the dining hall and talk. Adrian came along. We three were sitting and eating when Sarah calmly said, "We have to break up, I can't go with you anymore." Adrian jumped in, "It's not her fault. Dad said he would pull her from school if he finds out she were still seeing you. I'm sorry Chuck; I did everything I could. Mom even came around but not Dad. He's just too old to know us kids feel different about race. He didn't believe me when I told him how mixed races got along down South." Tears were streaming down Sarah's face. "I have to do what he says or I won't be able to graduate from school. My scholarship is only academic and my room and board are not covered. Dad pays for that. Chuck, I don't know what to do. I want to be with you but I have to obey my Dad." I was choked up some too and I didn't know what to say. "Thanks for taking up for me Adrian. Sarah we'll be through with school in a couple of years, if it's meant to be, we'll be there for each other." "I guess that's all we can do Chuck. I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss studying with you. I think you were responsible for my good grades last semester. Adrian, do you think we could still study together? We wouldn't be studying at Mandy's just the library. That way you would know we were not alone together," Sarah pleaded. "You can try that but you have to be careful," Adrian said. "Dad has too many friends here that will know if Chuck is walking you back to the dorm and stuff. You guys can't eat together every day either. I'll invite Sarah to eat with me once or twice a week and you can eat with us then Chuck. We'll just have to see how it works out. If Dad gets wind of something going on, he's going to be pissed." The next day during practices Adrian and Sarah were watching from the bleachers. The coaches had the JV scrimmaging with the varsity. With some luck I was now a first-five starter on the JV. The JV was putting it to the varsity. We were breaking up their plays, stealing the ball, and scoring at will. On three consecutive plays I did a pick on a defender then set up in the corner to receive a pitchout. All three were swishers, all net. The next time we did the same play I easily passed to a driving forward who had an easy lay up attracting a foul on the way. We were slaughtering them and getting a little cocky. We were in the defensive end of the court in a zone when a senior forward made a slow sloppy pass smack in front of me. I easily pushed the ball forward to break down the court. Our point guard broke in front of me so I pitched him the ball at just the right time for him to leap and stuff it. I had slowed after passing the ball off and at that split second an elbow hit the base of my skull. Lights out! I came to on a training table choking from the smelling salts under my nose. What a headache, my vision was blurry and my arms and legs felt like lead. A student trainer was trying to help me sit up telling me what had happened. Seems a senior varsity back up player was pissed I showed him up so easily and laid me out for my effort. The head coach came over to me and told me there would be no revenge on my part. He would take care of the guy who gave me the cheap shot. He complimented me on the JV's play and left. Funny how those guys are so sweet when they recruit you but become so distant as soon as you show up for that first practice. It took me an hour to get my feet under me, take a shower then dress. When I walked out of the locker room Adrian was standing there waiting. "You okay?" he asked. "Got my bell rung pretty good," I smiled. "Shit, you round ball guys are worse than football. You guys are rough under the basket and that guy just ran up and leveled you with his elbow. You hit your head when you fell but it looked like you were already out," Adrian was saying. "You want to eat before the table closes?" he asked. "Yeah, I better. You eat yet?" I asked. "I was waiting to see how you made out. Sarah left to eat and go to study. She has quizzes tomorrow," he was telling me as we walked to our cafeteria. After supper I didn't feel like I could study so I went up to my room. Adrian followed and kept asking about my condition. I seemed to be okay and told him so. He said he was going to go tell Sarah that I was okay and left. I crashed without cracking a book. At six thirty, my usual time to get up, Adrian was standing over my bunk giving me a shake. "Come on, let's get breakfast and see how you're doing." I groggily did the triple-S and went to the table with Adrian. Sarah met us outside with a concerned smile on her face. "I know how to take you out now, just a quick elbow to the head," she said touching my head where I had been hit. I also had a goose egg on my forehead from hitting floor as well. We ate then Adrian went off to do whatever. Sarah and I stayed till twenty to eight then left for our first classes. Thank goodness no one asked me any questions the entire day. I didn't seem to have a good grasp of what was going on at all. All the Profs seemed to be giving us hardly anything to study so I knew I would be able to catch up that evening with my reading. At practice the coaches and trainers checked me over and wouldn't let me dress. I had to sit around the coaches offices then get examined by the school physician. The doc gave everyone shit for not sending me to the hospital yesterday. He said I had class something or other concussion and would be out for a minimum of a week. He gave me a paper to show my Profs about my condition and to excuse any inattention in class. My problem wasn't inattention; it was focus and concentration on what was being lectured. That evening, after supper, Sarah and I studied at the library and I seemed to able to concentrate pretty well. She said we needed to have a talk tomorrow, Friday, and she said she would meet me for supper where we could talk. Friday was early supper as there was a game. The JV would play before the varsity so I wanted to be there to watch even if I couldn't play. Sarah was there without Adrian when I got there. While eating Sarah said we couldn't continue to just be study buddies and we both needed some friendly companionship. "I don't know what you're saying," I asked confused. Sarah frowned a little then said, "We can't meet or do anything or Dad will take me out of school. I need companionship. I want to at least date. You need someone too." "Well yeah, I know I'd like for us to do more but we can't right now. At least till I can convince your Dad that I'm an okay guy," I said. "That's not what I'm saying Chuck, I want to go out with someone," Sarah told me looking down at her plate. "Since it can't be you, I'm going to go out with one of the guys from the football team, one of Adrian's friends." What do you say to that? I didn't know what to say or do. Sarah looked up at me with a determined look, moisture in her eyes. "I still really do care for you Chuck. I'm just lonely, you know." I nodded thinking 'you ain't lonely, you're just horny.' That's about all I could figure out to do, just think. I leaned back in my chair looking at Sarah trying to figure out what to say. "Hey, mind if we, ah, join you?" Adrian was standing next to the table with the tall cheerleader, Misty. "Sit Adrian. Thanks for coming Misty," Sarah said. Now I was really confused. "You going out with Misty?" I asked Adrian. "Shit no!" he exclaimed while being whacked in the arm by his sister. "Watch your mouth," Sarah said. Misty sat next to me and put her hand on my arm, "I'm here to take you to the basketball game. Considering your head, you need a care taker for a bit and I volunteered." I smiled at Misty then looked at Sarah with a questioning look. "Try this and see how it works. Give this a try. I'll see you Sunday at the library and we'll talk about it some more," Sarah said trying not to look me in the eye but grabbing Adrian's arm while getting up. "You two have a good time tonight, huh Chuck? Huh Misty?" Adrian said frowning as he left. Misty patted my arm again. "I'm good company, besides I've been waiting for you to come to your senses and ask me out." "I thought freshmen were kind of taboo to you guys - upper-class cheerleaders I mean," I asked still a little confused over what had just happened. "Trust me Chuck, you have made a name for yourself on the football team as well as playing basketball." Misty was smiling, "you're not looked at as a freshman but a team member. I'm the one that's lucky to hang out with you. Besides, I'm only a sophomore." "Come on, let's go watch the JV game and see how they do without you," Misty said getting up to leave. ------- Chapter 3 We walked to the gym, flashed our ID's then found seats behind the bench. The players all said they were glad to see me up and around. One of the staff trainers told me to come in Monday to get checked out and then with a smiling leer at Misty, "don't hurt our boy here, we need him to play soon." Misty laughed then said softly in my ear, "don't you know that guy would love to be in your shoes right now." The game was okay, kind of boring as neither team really took control. They just seemed to wander back and forth stalling around till someone would take an outside set shot. Keep in mind, this was way back before shot clocks. The wide free throw lane was still only a few years old. One of the forwards came off the floor for a break and sat in front me. "We need you Chuck, there's no one to keep yelling at all of us to set up and make a play." "You're the forward, you're supposed to do that. Get back in there and start yelling. Pick it up, work the ball inside. Use Bret, the jv center, and post him. The other team is just staggering around out there in a zone defense. Drive on the post. You guys are a team even without me, now do it," I pep talked him. Misty was clutching my arm, beaming trying to show everyone she was with me. The assistant coach who was doing the jv game sent Jack, the forward, back in then reached back and patted my leg and gave me a smile. "Good job," he said. They picked it up and left the other team in their dust. With some enthusiasm, the team functioned with some fire. After a 20 - 20 first half, my guys won 55 - 32. That was a lot better. When the varsity came out for their game, I noticed that the guy who had knocked me down was not dressed or even there. He wasn't a starter so it didn't matter that much but I did wonder and kept looking around for him when the varsity center, Kenny, came over to me. "You don't have to worry about Jerry. He's gone. When the coach ate him out for acting like a baby and told him he was going to sit out a game, he quit. Good riddance, maybe there will be place for you up here on the bench." He was checking out my arm hugger and grinned. "Hey Misty, baby sitting tonight?" "Naw," Misty said. "I've got date with a good guy. You can report to Mom and Dad about it too." When I looked at the center then at Misty with the questioning look, they both laughed. Misty cleared it up. "Kenny is my older brother, by about five minutes. He tattles on me to the folks all the time." "You watch yourself with her, she can be a handful. Ah, maybe that isn't the right thing to say." He laughed and then went to warm up. At that, I asked Misty why she wasn't cheering. "Only about half the cheerleaders cheer at basketball games at a time," she advised. "Usually the seniors and some of the juniors do the basketball games and hardly ever a sophomore." The varsity game was decent. Both teams acted like they wanted to win. Our guys were just a little better than the other guys. We won 78 - 73. After the game Misty and I went to the Student Union for a snack and coke. She knew most of the guys couldn't afford to do too much as far as treats. I could afford the ten-cent coke and the quarter hamburger. We joked that Macdonald's had cheaper hamburgers but these were bigger. On Friday and Saturday nights the student union used the large rec room for dancing. Student bands used the place for experience and to showcase themselves for local clubs. We danced a few times finding out that we were pretty compatible. I didn't want to do any fast dances, as I still wasn't all that stable. It was getting late so we walked back toward the dorms. Misty guided us toward the maze so we could walk through the dark paths. At a bench, Misty pulled me to sit with her. "You know I like to be with you." She was clutching my arm, turned toward me with her other hand under my coat holding my side. "I'm not a baby either. You can kiss me, I'd like that." I looked at her with some wonder. She was grinning at me. "That's kind of forward of me but you're not being very aggressive." I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a soft kiss that turned hot pretty quick. She had her mouth open with her tongue between my lips really quick. "Hmmm, that was nice. You can do that some more," Misty purred. We kissed some more and she took my hand and placed it on her breast, a nice, firm, pointy nipple breast. We kissed and I massaged. This was pleasant. It was very nice to enjoy some female companionship. My mind kept flashing on Sarah and the times we had sat on these same benches. We were shivering from the cold so I suggested we go back to the dorms. As we walked back, we held hands and walked fairly fast as it was getting colder by the minute. I expected Misty to give me a hug and peck then get on the elevator the same as Sarah always did but she led me into the dorm parlor. It was a large living room with love seats and couches strategically placed to give each setting a little privacy. Misty led me to a loveseat near an alcove on an inside wall. As soon as we sat, Misty took her coat off and pulled me down to sit with her. She instantly had me pushed down half laying on the loveseat nearly on top of me. Wow, she was really after me. We kissed and kissed till I was dizzy from the hormones exploding in my body. Misty had reached down and was rubbing on my hard on. I was so hot I was going to come in my pants if she didn't quit rubbing on it. "Misty, you gotta stop. You've got me so hot, I'm going to mess up my pants," I pleaded. "Ooh that makes me hot Chuck. Am I really making you that hot?" she asked. "You know you are. You can feel me, I can't hold on much longer. You better stop," I continued to plead. "Wait a sec," Misty said and jumped up, grabbed her coat and disappeared through the alcove. I heard a door open and close then Misty came back with a girl I recognized as another cheerleader. The other girl had a magazine and sat on the loveseat while Misty pulled me toward the alcove. On the other side of the wall she opened a door and shoved me into a room and locked the door. Her dorm room was the first room off the parlor. Misty pulled my coat off then attacked my belt and zipper. She was fast, my pants and shorts were at my feet in a second. Misty reached under her skirt, stepped out of her panties then pulled me on top of her while lying back on a twin bed behind her. I caught myself from falling on her with my hands because my feet were still tied up with my pants. Misty took hold of my dick and placed it right at her entrance and rubbed me up and down in her moisture. With a thrust from her, and a hand on my butt pulling me down, I slid completely into her. "Jesus Misty, you feel good," I moaned. "You stretch me good Chuck, now do me," she said insistently. "I don't have a rubber on, don't you want to be careful?" I asked. "Not right now, I'm hot, I'm horny and hopefully safe. Now do me, hard." We did the deed. I thrust for a surprisingly long time considering I had been right on the edge before we came into the room. Misty was obviously enjoying herself as she stuffed a pillow into her mouth and was grunting and groaning enthusiastically. "Ready or not, here it comes," I moaned slamming into her with short strokes while blasting her insides with my juice. I was still holding myself up with stiff arms over Misty when we were finished. She pulled the pillow out of her mouth and then wrapped herself around me and pulled herself up to kiss me. "Oh that was good Chuck, really good," Misty moaned. "Sure was Misty," I said feeling my dick trying to swell again. "We don't have time for any more right now. We'll figure out a way to get together. I promise," Misty said pushing me to my side. She grabbed her panties and sopped up the drool leaking from between her legs. "Wow, you really did fill me up. I feel full of your stuff." She was grinning while she said it, so I didn't feel admonished. I pulled up my shorts and pants and buckled up. Misty didn't put her panties on but threw them onto her bed then opened the door and looked out holding her hand out to me. She pulled me through the door then into the alcove. She looked out into the parlor then pulled me to the loveseat sitting me between her and the other cheerleader. "Cherry, Chuck is dreamy. Thanks for giving us a few minutes," Misty said then turning to me. "Chuck this is Cherry Binder my room mate. Cherry, you know Chuck Johnson right?" "I know of him. We haven't met yet but now we have. Wanna be my friend too Chuck?" Cherry leered trying to snuggle up to me. "Down girl," Mist grinned, "let me break him in before you try to steal him okay?"" "Oh all right, I'll give you another thirty minutes before it's my turn," Cherry laughed. Then from the doorway to the parlor a gruff voice announced, "All right everybody. It's time. Any men left here in five minutes are mine for the night and I won't be gentle." The two girls with me giggled. Cherry said, "if Susie ever does decide to keep a guy she's going to kill him." "I heard that Cherry," Susie said. "Perhaps I should keep your little sweet heart for myself tonight." "He's not mine Susie, he's Misty's," Cherry said. "Get him out of here unless you want to share him Misty. If you've picked him out he might be worth keeping," Susie said while swaggering around inside the room hustling other guys out the door. Misty gave me a quick kiss then started pushing me toward the door. Cherry grabbed my arm turned me around then gave me a toe curling kiss before releasing me and pushing me again toward the door. I left amid giggles and laughter from all the girls in the parlor. When I walked into my dorm, Kenny met me in the lobby. "Hope you were a gentleman with my sister tonight." "I think I was as good as your Misty wanted me to be," I said hedging the question a little. "As good as she wanted you to be might be more than my Dad and I would want you to be," he said, but was smiling. Kenny slapped me on the back then put his arm over my shoulder and guided me to the elevator. We got off on my athletic floor and he walked me to my door. "Listen, Misty has always been on the wild side. When she wants to be crazy you're not going to have much to say about it. Just be careful with her and treat her with some respect. I think you are probably a good guy so just watch her and yourself and don't get in any trouble." Kenny held his hand out and said, "Friends?" "Friends." I smiled back at him and shook his hand before he turned and walked down the hallway. I yelled after him, "hey Kenny, what's your last name?" "Burns," he said over his shoulder I walked into my room and my roommate was reading a magazine while lying on his bunk. "Whew, somebody had fun tonight. Jesus you smell like a whorehouse." I didn't really have anything to say, so I stripped, put on some clean shorts grabbed my towel and kit then headed to the showers. While I was showering, I marveled at my girl luck, my second semester and my second lady that initiated fooling around. ------- Chapter 4 Saturday morning I hit the dining hall at seven thirty. As I walked out the door Kenny joined me. Surprisingly Misty and Cherry were already sitting with four other cheerleaders. Kenny and I went through the line loading up with lots of food. Misty and Cherry made room for me between them while the other girls made room for Kenny. Kenny was grinning, "I'll have to eat with you more often Chuck, you seem to draw a nice crowd. I like your crowds." We ate with lots of joking and laughing. Everyone at the table was a sophomore or better. Misty and Kenny were sophomores so they were only a year older than I was. All of them were razing each other about associating with a freshman. I recognized one of the girls as being in my advanced algebra class. She gave me kudos saying that I was a standout in her class. Kenny said I could help him study as he always struggled with math. When they found out I was carrying sixteen hours for the second semester in a row they all said I was a nut. Kenny said all you had to take to stay on scholarship was ten hours but most guys were taking twelve hours a semester. I told everyone I didn't want to stay in college forever so, if I could, I was going to try to finish early. I figured I could take enough classes during the summers to finish a full year early. They all just looked at me commenting, "good luck!" When breakfast was over I said I had to do the dreaded "laundry" chore as I didn't have enough extra cash to have it done this week. Misty said she needed to do laundry too, especially her bedclothes. We gave each other a conspiratorial look then headed back to our dorms promising to meet for lunch. I did my laundry, then gathered my books to go to the library. I had a paper to do and needed to use one of the typewriters there to finish it. Kenny stopped at my room and, seeing I was going to study, he asked if he could join me. The more the merrier I said and he went for his stuff. We walked next door to the girls' dorm. Kenny went into the parlor, through the alcove and out of sight. He came back a minute later saying Misty and Cherry were going to bring their books too. We were out in the lobby area when Susie came out. Susie was probably six foot one, about two twenty, but not really fat, just big, square, and tough looking. "Hey look who it is, Misty and Cherry's little toy." She laughed. "Who's your long tall friend honey?" "That's my brother Susie," Misty said coming into the lobby with her books. "Twin brother," Cherry added following Misty with her books too. Susie looked lustfully at Kenny and said, "I may not be much to look at but come see me if you decide you would want some quality loving." With a red face Kenny grinned, "I bet you would be a treat. What's your name so I know who to ask for?" This time it was the blustery Susie with a red face, "just ask for Susie, I'll be right out." "Come and eat with us Susie," Kenny said still smiling totally serious. "Let me get my coat," Susie answered excitedly and vanished. The girls looked at each other, then at Kenny. "You know I like big girls, Susie is a hunk," Kenny said defensively. We ate heartily then got ready to go to the library. Kenny said he and Susie were going to do something together and would catch up with us later, maybe supper. We all hit the books. I typed up my paper and didn't have to correct it very many times. Cherry had a paper and asked me if I would type it for her as she couldn't type well. Amazingly I finished hers in record time without having to use the eraser once. About five we were all stretching and whispering about supper. "We've all done enough for today. How about supper and a movie at the student union? The movie is supposed to be a comedy, a Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie, what do you say?" Misty said, "great for me, want to come with us Cherry?" "If it's all right, I'd like to come along with you guys," Cherry replied. "Listen Cherry, Chuck and I are just buddies so far. You and I are a team. Chuck's just part of our team, okay?" Misty said. Cherry looked at me, "you good with that?" "Hey, I'm the lucky guy with two good looking cheer leaders on the arm, what more could I want?" I said this smiling with my chest out in pride. We ate then went to our rooms to clean up. I met the girls in their parlor. Both were in skirts and loose sweaters, bobby socks and low heeled shoes. Both had brushed with some make up on and both smelled great. Their smell of good perfume made my knees weak. Saturday night movies were popular and were pretty crowded. Since the seating was all folding chairs or the floor, everyone scooted around till they could get into little groups of friends to watch the movie together. The movie was fun. The room was filled with laughter, hoots and hollers. When the movie was over, the snack bar was swarmed. I financed some ten-cent cokes for us. Cherry bought a bunch of potato chips so we adjourned to the dance area for some dancing. This time I tried some swing dancing, or what we used to call jitterbug or fast dancing. We joined into a stroll, did the calypso and danced all the slow ones. I was alternating between Misty and Cherry. Whoever I wasn't dancing with was back on the dance floor with another guy quickly. Misty did her best to get me hard too by rubbing her pubic mound into me. Cherry rubbed equally as hard but was a lot shorter than Misty so she was rubbing her tummy against my fly and pushing her bullets into my stomach. While dancing I discovered both the girls were braless. Very brazen I thought. Their breasts were so firm you really couldn't tell. Both had some nice fat B cups that sat high on their chest and barely wiggled. About eleven-thirty we donned our coats and headed back to the dorms in the now frigid cold. In the parlor the girls had me sit while Cherry took the girls coats to the room and Misty went wandering down the hallway from the lobby. When Misty came back she took my hand and we went through the alcove into her room. Cherry locked the door behind us then asked Misty about Susie. "Her door has her "Do Not Disturb" sign. Wonder if Kenny's in there?" Misty speculated. "Who cares?" Cherry asked. "We have Chuck and privacy, let's get him." "Take it easy on me, you know I'm a casualty," I said putting my hands up in front of me. "Well we think we can interest you," said Misty. Cherry and Misty turned their backs to me, leaned over and flipped their skirts up over their backs. Oh my, two very cute luscious bottoms were presented to me. How could I resist. I reached out with both hands and grasped a cheek in each. "Oow, he's taking the bait," Misty said. The girls turned around attacking me. Cherry started unbuttoning my shirt while Misty undid my belt buckle and zipper on my corduroys. This time I wasn't going to be caught with my pants stuck on my feet and pushed off my loafers so I could step out of my slacks. As Misty knelt pushing my pants down, I pulled her sweater off over her head. As soon as I tossed the sweater toward their study table I pulled Cherry's sweater off too. Oh wow, now I had two topless beauties in front of me. It was difficult not to compare these two lithe beauties to the full figured lush Sarah with the pendulous breasts. But in this case Sarah wasn't here and two bushes in hand were a hell of lot better than one in my dreams. Cherry stepped out of her skirt, grabbed my stiff dick and said it was her turn to try me out first. She pulled me toward the bed but stopped at her purse for a second to pull out a small tin foil packet. She had the packet opened and me sheathed with a Trojan really fast. She pulled me down on top of her and immediately tried to get me inside her. She was wet but it still took some working around to get my broad shaft into her. Once fully seated she gave an "Ah" and began working me in and out. She worked hard for her orgasm then hugged me tight to her when she was coming. As soon as she came she was pushing me off telling me to play with Misty. She was a real use 'em and lose 'em type babe. Misty was lying back on the bed completely nude. Her long, thin body inviting my attention. I leaned over her and kissed her softly while running my hand over her tummy and breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. I leaned down to suck on each of her nipples while she stroked my very hard dick, pulling the rubber off me. Misty's blonde pussy invited me to use some of the knowledge I had so recently learned. I got down between her legs then kissed those lower lips. She smelled and tasted heavenly. This was just the right amount of excitement to make me want to dive in headfirst. I swiped it several times with my tongue, ending up licking and sucking her clitoris. Misty had started coming from the first kiss I gave her pussy and had not quit. She was pounding on my back trying to make me quit. "Enough, stop already," Misty begged. "Jesus that is so intense. I can't take that for very long at a time. Give me a second then do it some more. Oh my goodness that feels so good. You make me come and come." I kissed her then sucked her stiff nipples a few seconds till she pushed my head back down to her pussy. I repeated everything with her getting the same results. She was almost suffocating herself with her pillow to keep from screaming. Raising up to slide into her I thought I should ask, "Misty should I use a rubber?" "Oh no not after that. I want the real thing in there squirting all the good stuff," she moaned. We slid together and the best way to describe our actions would be "we fucked like bunnies." We started off slow, but ended in a marathon finish pounding each other. I was thrusting so hard that when I started coming, my dick popped out of her on the second or third squirt and shot my juice straight up between her tits onto her mouth and nose. We both pushed the squirter back into her and I finished filling her up. While I was still thrusting, Misty pulled me down for a kiss that just happened to contain some of the juice that had escaped. We pulled apart panting and gasping from our exertions. Cherry was lying across the bed staring at us with her mouth open. "That was something, I want that, I want you to do that to me. That was hot." I smiled at Cherry and lay next to Misty catching my breath while my dick shrunk. Misty got up on an elbow and leaned across me for more kisses while her free hand was toying with my wet noodle. "This is something I want to get used to. We fit good together." Misty kissed my lips then slid to my chest to suck on my nipples. No one had ever done that before so the new sensations were awakening my used tool. As Misty kissed my nipples, I felt another hand then lips on my dick. Cherry had decided to see if I would resuscitate quickly. With lips kissing and tongue licking and teeth nibbling and a mouth sucking, I was hard in an instant. Cherry was pulling me toward her. "Do me like you did Misty," she begged. I kissed her gently for several moments till she relaxed her lips and let them go soft. While kissing her I ran my hands over her body, gently touching all of her, smoothing her skin, teasing her breasts and nipples. I worked my way to her breasts and kissed and sucked her pointy nipples. She was worked up enough that my nipple kisses and gentle strokes over her pussy lips were enough to make her cum. When I got between her legs to kiss her pussy Cherry stiffened up, like she was scared. It took several deep licks from bottom to top for her to relax. As soon as she did, she locked her legs around my head and squeezed tight. When she relaxed, I looked up to see Misty holding a pillow over Cherry's face. She must have gotten loud but I couldn't hear her as her thighs had cut off my hearing. I went back down and gave another long lick then fastened my mouth over her clit and flicked it rapidly with my tongue. Cherry's clit was bigger than Misty's but was just as sensitive. I heard her groan loudly, then she clamped those thighs again cutting off sound and almost my breathing. As I raised up between her legs, Cherry grabbed my dick and tried to stuff it in her pussy. "Don't we need a rubber, Cherry?" I asked. "Oh no, not right now, I need your dick, I need to be fucked, right now like you did Misty," she panted. I slid into her creamy depths then began thrusting slowly. Cherry tried to make me go faster but I kept a slow steady pace that soon had her wound up as well as the quickie we had earlier. She came and came till she was totally relaxed smiling up at me as I began to pound her. She was trying to pull me down on top of her wrapping her arms around me as I was getting closer to coming again. At the last second I pulled from her, squirting up between her breasts over her head onto Misty's leg and stomach. Some of the squirts started landing on Cherry's face then her tits. I unloaded a ton. Misty started giggling then even Cherry started giggling. She pulled me down and kissed me thoroughly. "Thank you Chuck for not letting me have all that stuff in me," Cherry said hugging me. 'You would have knocked me up for sure. I am smack in the middle of my cycle and very ready for some of that stuff to give me an instant baby. You are so sweet to think of me. Let me up though. I better go douche anyway to make sure you didn't leave anything in there." Cherry put on a robe and was out the door. Misty pulled me up to her and was kissing me, playing with my dick. "Should I do what Cherry did to get you interested again?" "What's that?" I said not understanding. "You know, use my mouth. Suck on you a little to get you hard." "Why don't we just kiss and hold each other a little while. Just doing that will get me up." "My body is hot enough to do that to you?" Misty asked a little hesitantly. "Most definitely. You're long, lean and good looking. Who could resist those puffy nipples of yours? Your breasts are a perfect handful, just right for kissing and sucking. And your pussy is to die for. You taste great and respond to my kisses and licks so nicely. Here, let me show you some more." I got back between her legs and gently feasted on her pussy. Kissing and licking each lip and stretch of skin. When I reached her kernel, I flicked it with my tongue. Misty was already breathing rapidly and this put her over the edge making her push her pubic mound up and down rapidly. As soon as she relaxed on the bed I crawled up and thrust into her. We were really going at it when we heard the door open and close. I was thrusting as fast as I could with her long legs crossed over my butt pulling me into her. We reached that special moment together with her pussy clutching and my dick squirting. I collapsed onto her and she pulled me down hard onto her kissing my face and cheeks. To relieve my weight off of her I got up on my elbows. When I did this Misty looked over my shoulder and went rigid and gasped. At that precise moment, someone smacked me hard on my bare ass. "Okay sweet thing, time to unsaddle and get out of here." Oh no, Susie's voice. "That is unless you think you can come to my room and do a better job than Misty's brother. Shit, if you can do that, I'll just assign you a room. Now get up and get dressed, it's time guys were out of here." Susie left and Misty and I scrambled around finding my clothes. Misty put on a robe while I dressed. Cherry said, "sorry about that. Just as I went down the hall Kenny came out of Susie's room with her following. She shooed me into the john while she let Kenny out. She came into the bathroom with her douche stuff in her hand and when she caught me already in the middle of cleaning myself out she figured something was up. She made me wait while she cleaned up and then she came back here with me. I'm sorry Chuck, I didn't mean to get you in trouble." "Don't worry about it Cherry. I can't be in too much trouble if Kenny was just leaving too," I said. "Let's get you out of here. We'll meet you for breakfast," Misty told me while pushing me out the door. Susie was waiting for me and checked the lobby before opening the door to let me out. "Night stud. You be careful with those two. Be sure to take precautions unless you want to be a very young Daddy." Susie smiled at me and actually gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before pushing me out the front door. I heard the doors lock as I walked back toward my dorm for a night of sound sleep. While I was drifting off, I thought how wild it was that I had just been with my third girl sexually here in college. It was truly amazing. ------- Chapter 5 Sunday breakfast was fun. Kenny plus several of the first five and the bench were there, plus a bunch of cheerleaders came with Misty, Cherry and Susie. There were so many we had three tables pushed together end to end. We talked about early basketball practice and who wanted to go to the library later. If we kept this up, the library would have to open a conference room for us. There were going to be about fifteen there as a group. Misty, Cherry, Susie, Kenny and I walked to the campus chapel for the early service. Everybody was happy with themselves for being good little girls and boys for going to church. After church we walked back to the girls dorm picking up a Sunday paper on the way for us all to read. We camped out in the parlor till it was time for Kenny and I to go to practice. Practice was from ten-thirty to twelve-thirty or one depending on how fast you did your free throws. I was finished with my twenty-five straight and was shagging rebounds for Kenny before he had a dozen sunk. I made him settle down and do the motion. You know, the gentle push using your fingertips to make the ball gently spin in reverse so it would either come off the backboard into the basket or if it hit the back rim it would spin into the net. He finally did twenty-five in a row but he was at ninety when he did it. A quick shower and we were off for the dining hall. The same group was there so we again pushed our tables together and had a great time stuffing ourselves. When we went into the library we sat in a group at several tables clustered in a corner. The staff, who were sure to bitch, eyed us to watch if we were rowdy but all of us needed to study, we could be rowdy later. I was surprised that Sarah didn't show up. Guess I would see her later or at breakfast. After four hours of studying we were all yawning and stretching so we left. Sunday night the only people who could get food were the guys eating at the training table. Everyone else had to shift for themselves so the bunch of us agreed that we would put our books up and go dutch to Mac Donald's for supper. Now we were rowdy. We had a great time walking the mile, or what seemed like a mile, to the red and white tiled restaurant then nearly taking over the place. (Mikey D's used to be small.) After eating we all walked back to campus. Some of us went to the student union lounge while some went back to their rooms. Susie, Kenny, Misty, Cherry and I went to the student Union and shot some pool and listened to the jukebox. They had free coffee and cookies so Kenny and I had crumbs everywhere. About nine, we all agreed that we needed to go back to the dorms. The girls and I went into the parlor for a few minutes and sat on a loveseat hugging - one on each side of me. I got some kisses, then they told me it was time to go, no playing in the room tonight. When I stood to leave, Kenny stood at the same time at another loveseat hidden along a wall. A dreamy eyed Susie stood with him. Kenny and I walked back to the dorm to crashing early so we would be fresh for a new week. While getting ready for bed I was wondering about Sarah so I walked down to Adrian's room but he wasn't there. His roomy said he hadn't seen him all weekend. Monday morning breakfast was a repeat. It seemed we now had a steadily growing group who ate together, laughing and joking making meal times fun. I didn't see Adrian or Sarah but figured on seeing Sarah at the library after supper. The day sped by including practice. Most of the group who had gone to the library on Sunday showed up Monday evening. Again no Sarah, wonder what was up. Tuesday night was a home game, so I went with the two girls. They were talking about being selected to be in the rotation for basketball cheerleaders because some seniors had to study so they were going to start back to practice. The jv did okay as did the varsity. The team looked pretty good. They were not hitting that well from the field, barely fifty percent. Wednesday morning I saw Adrian at the dining hall but when I went to go ask him about Sarah, he had vanished. He probably didn't see me so he left before I could get to him. Wednesday evening still no Sarah at the library. Guess she has a new place to study. Oh well, I thought sadly, it was fun while it lasted. Thursday morning I noticed one of the football guys on crutches with his face bandaged up. Looked like he had been in a car wreck. I didn't see Adrian though so I thought I would go to his room later before practice. After my last class and before practice I put my books in my room then went down to Adrian's. I knocked, a voice yelled to come in and I walked in. Adrian was at the table along with his roomy with their books spread out. Adrian's right hand was bandaged up and he took it off the table and put it underneath as soon as he saw me. He wouldn't look at me. "Whaddaya want?" he grunted. "Wondered how Sarah was. I haven't seen her around," I said. "Whaddaya wanna see her fa?" he grunted again. "Adrian, Sarah and I are friends, I miss seeing her," I said with exasperation. "Leave her alone, she's not here right now and may not be back. If she does come back, leave her alone," he said still not looking at me. I went over to the table and put my hand on his shoulder turning him to me. "What's wrong Adrian, is Sarah okay?" The roomy started to get up when Adrian used his bad hand to push my hand off his shoulder. I put my hand up for the roomy to sit still. "Adrian, you have to talk to me and tell me what's up. It's not like I'm a stranger." Adrian looked up at me with a pained expression, "Just leave it for right now okay. I'll talk to you soon. Man, just leave it, I can't talk about it right now." I could see the pain in his eyes and couldn't figure out what was going on but decided I best "leave it" like he asked. "See ya later," I said as I left. While I was at practice there was a buzz about a couple of the football guys having a big fight. Seems it was bad enough that both of them may lose their scholarships. Wondered whether that was the guy from the dining hall and the other was Adrian. No one had the details, just the glorified rumors. I was feeling like I could go full out at practice so was checked out by the doc and the trainers and told to see how I would do. No sweat. I was out of shape but had no problem handling the ball and could still hit the basket from the corner as always. Even my jumper from twelve to fourteen feet was working. The coaches had me do some drills with the varsity and then we did some scrimmaging using me in my natural positions. It worked pretty well. Kenny was a great center. He would block out the defender and position himself for a clean pitch in and had a smooth hook shot that was deadly. He was good on the defensive boards too. You had to be careful on the offensive boards with him as his elbows were always flying around. I passed on too many shots from the corner and was yelled at by the coaches to take the shots when I was open. I started taking the shots and hit most of them. After that practice it took me forty-two shots before I had my straight twenty-five. I shagged the balls for Frank till he got his then we showered and went to supper. That night after getting back from the library Adrian was waiting for me in my room. "Sorry about not talking to you. Come on down to the day room and talk to me, okay?" he asked. We went to a small room with a couch, tables and chairs between sections of rooms. They called it a day room as guys could use it for study or table games or just to sit and gab. We sat at a table, alone in the room. "I don't want you to hate me but something really bad happened." Adrian looked at me to say something but it was probably best if I was waited till he said what he needed to say. "The guy I fixed Sarah up with messed us up. Sarah, Mandy and me, he messed us all up, he hurt us all," Adrian was staring at the tabletop. "How did he mess you up, how did he hurt you." I asked concerned. Adrian looked at me, grimaced then stared back down at the table. "This is hard Chuck. If you weren't a stand up guy I wouldn't even begin to tell you. Please don't hate Sarah or me either." "So tell me, what is so bad?" I asked. "You're going to hear about it soon enough anyway cause it's now on public record. Benny, that's the guy that I fixed Sarah up with, gave us the clap." "Huh?" I was stunned. "Last Friday night we all went out, then to Mandy's. We stayed Friday and all day Saturday. Sarah had said she needed somebody to take care of her itch so Benny did that," Adrian said still looking down. "Okay, so how did he give you and Mandy the clap?" I asked wondering how that could happen. Adrian was shaking his head. "Sarah and I fool around some times. We were each other's first. Mandy left the apartment to go shopping Saturday evening so Sarah and I played around. Then later Sunday night, Mandy and I got it on and I gave it to her." "Oh my!" I said in wonder. "How did you find out you had gonorrhea?" "Easy, my dick was dripping by Monday morning and Mandy said she had some kind of infection Tuesday too. I went to the clinic to find out what was wrong. They make you tell them who you've had sex with and to have them come in. That meant I had to tell Mandy, then get Sarah to get Benny to come in. Benny said it couldn't be him as he insisted he was clean. I convinced him to go in so he had to get bandaged up while they checked him out. He was some kind of carrier that didn't show all the characteristics of the infection." "So where's Sarah?" I asked. "Home," Adrian stated. "The clinic called home to tell them about the two of us. Dad showed up a few hours later and took Sarah home without even getting any of her clothes. He wasn't happy with me either." "Did you tell him that you two had been fooling around?" I asked. "No, Dad just thinks the four of us were swapping around and that's how we all got it." Adrian was still looking at the table. "The clinic didn't go into how we all came down with it, just our contacts. Sarah didn't name you as a contact as she was afraid that Dad would find out. Besides you're clean, it was Benny." "So how's Sarah and Mandy?" I asked. "All of us got shots and will have to have two more. Mandy's okay with Sarah and I. She already knew about us. Sarah is the one I'm worried about. She's only nineteen but Dad still thinks she's ten. I don't know what he'll do when he sees me. I don't know what he has said to Mom." "How come Sarah didn't use a rubber? She was into her fertile time wasn't she?" I asked. "Yeah she was and is. Who knows? She was horny. She gets crazy wanting to fool around some time. Then when she gets a chance she throws caution to the winds," Adrian said shaking his head. "So you beat up Benny, huh?" I asked the obvious. "Yeah I did. The coaches, they won't do anything about it but because of the venereal disease I may be put on probation. You know like social probation where you can't go off campus and do extra curricular activities." "So when are you going to hear about Sarah?" I asked. "I'm going to call home and ask Dad to let her come back to school. She's going to be a teacher and we need good teachers. Dad will listen to that and probably bring her back," he said. "Well, let me know what's up. I hope Sarah gets to come back to school. I miss her," I said standing getting ready to leave. "You still miss her after all this?" Adrian asked. "Sure I miss her. You know we had something pretty special going for a while. We enjoyed each other and had a good time together," I said emphatically. "Would you still go out with her?" he asked looking at me. "Sure. We might want to wait till she gets a clear test before we do any fooling around, but yeah I still like your sister and want to be around her," I said. "You know people may find out that she had the clap? How would you feel about that?" he asked. "I don't know, guess we'll have to see how it goes. But tell her I miss having her around," I said still standing ready to leave. "So what about Misty? And I heard you were hanging with that other cheerleader Cherry too?" "Neither one of us are serious about anyone. We are just having a good time together. That was neat of you to bring Misty too that meeting," I said. "I didn't do it. She begged me to convince you that she was right for you instead of Sarah. She's got guts, I can tell you that for sure," he said shaking his head. "Yeah she is brazen. The two of them together are a disaster looking for a place to happen. Time for me to hit the bed. See you at breakfast okay, eat with us, eat with the big group." We shook hands and I left him sitting at the table. The next morning at breakfast Adrian ate with us but was very quiet waiting for something bad to be said. I noticed Benny wasn't there which made me feel good. After breakfast Adrian started walking with me to my first class. "Dad's bringing her back this morning," he said. "That's good news," I said. "He wants to have lunch with you." "Huh?" I asked staggering a little. "He just told me to ask you to have lunch with him. Will you?" Adrian pleaded. "Sure, where should I meet him?" I asked. "He'll come with us to the dining hall. You two can eat off by yourselves until you get talked out about what he wants to say." Adrian was looking down again. "Should I be worried?" I asked. "Probably not. If he didn't really want to talk to you or for you to have anything to do with us, he would just ignore you. Just be yourself, he'll be fine," Adrian said looking up at me and smiling. Lunch found me with Sarah's Dad in a secluded corner of the dining hall a little apprehensive but still hungry as usual. "How old are you Mr. Johnson?" Sarah's Dad asked. "Seventeen sir, and please call be Chuck," I said. "Is Chuck your name or is that short for something?" he asked. "Charles, sir." "Call me Adrian," he said. "Sir is for the Army and I'm not in the Army any more." He looked at me then said, "Oh yes, was your Dad in the military?" "Yes sir, ah, I mean Adrian. But that's not where I learned that from. All of my family says yes sir, no sir, yes ma'am and no ma'am. It's just the way we were raised," I explained. "You know many Negroes?" he said gruffly. "Yes sir, quite a few. I grew up playing with a lot of kids, some Latin, some colored but we were all kids together," I said. "What would your family say about you seeing a Negro girl," he asked even more gruff. "So far they haven't said anything. I told them before that I had been eating with and studying with a Negro girl. My Dad asked me why I thought it was so important that I told them the girl was colored," I said. "What did you say?" he asked. "You had already told Sarah not to see me anymore and I was trying to explain how I felt to them. I missed being able to enjoy Sarah's company. I told them that you were from the North and probably wasn't used to folks getting along." This I said looking him in the eye. "Oh!" he said with what looked like glistening eyes. "I'm sorry I was rude to you. You're right I am from the North and up here we don't mix very well. I've heard that there are even mixed couples down South and out in California. Although some states down there in the South have laws against mixed marriages. I guess I'm just confused over how you kids look at things these days." Sarah's Dad shifted around in his chair then continued. "Sarah had some problems and I took her home. I was going to pull her out of school. Then Junior or Adrian Junior talked to me about how she needs to go to school to be a teacher. He's right, she needs to go to school. I also think he was right when he said that if you and Sarah had been seeing each other Sarah wouldn't have had her problem. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I misjudged you. I'd love to meet your folks someday. Sarah is back and if you want to still eat with her and study with her, please ask her. I think you would be good for each other here at school." With that Mr. Williams raised his hand and waived. Adrian and Sarah showed up with their trays and we finished eating. I shook hands with Mr. Williams before I had to take off for class. I told Sarah when I would be eating supper and that there was a large group of us eating together now and that most of them all went to library together afterward. Adrian walked with me as his next class was in the same direction. "So how'd it go?" he asked. "Real good. Sarah and I don't have any restrictions. He seems to have reconsidered us," I said. "Good. Hope we can all be friends again," he said. "What about Mandy?" I asked. "She's cool," he answered. "She and I are probably going to get married when we finish school. She says no more fooling around with Sarah if Sarah's going to be with other guys!" "Good thing she's open minded," I commented. "Yep, it sure is. I think she and her brother may have had a relationship. That's probably why she's so agreeable about Sarah and I," he said. "Well I'll see you for supper and study," I said as I split off to go to class. Supper was fun. I had Misty on one side and Sarah on the other. The two of them seemed to get along well. Cherry was kind of put off as she usually sat on the other side of me. Guess it would be first come first sit. (Ha) Sarah was surprised at the new huge group that went to the library together. What was really surprising was how well behaved a large group like that could be. There was a lot of interaction between the enthusiastic study group. Student helping student to understand something. Also there were enough of us who knew how to type so papers were ready to turn in. The group was working out well. Friday was a travel day for a game Saturday at a distant city. Travel days sucked as you spent all morning turning in your homework and getting assignments for work to be turned in on Monday. We were going by bus, about eight hours there, sleep, eat, play, and eight hours back getting back Saturday night late. I studied all the way up on the bus finishing everything but not being able to type up a report I had written on the way. Amazing that profs knew we would be on a bus for sixteen hours and give us work that would have to be researched in the library and or typed up. Real smart for supposedly intelligent college folk. We ate and I went to bed to sleep soundly till six. I got up and put on my tennis shoes and went out for a run before team breakfast at eight. I ran for an hour with a couple of other players that felt they needed to stretch their legs then went directly to the banquet room set up for our meals. We filled up then went up to shower and harass our sleep-in roommates. Amazing how hard a pillow can be thrown. At the early lunch the coach told me I would be dressing for the varsity game and to plan on playing as the starting guard had some kind of flu bug. That would have made me nervous but I had practiced with everyone and was comfortable doing anything they asked. I looked up Kenny to tell him that I would probably play. He and I went for coffee and he and the point guard talked to me about tendencies of the team we were going to play and how they were going to play them. Defensively they said we were going to shift back and forth between man to man and zone defense. I talked the coach into letting me warm up with the JV so I was able to get a few more shots in before the varsity warm up and game. I was hitting everything pretty good. The varsity warm up was cool. Kenny was passing sharply for our lay ups and doing kick outs for outside shots. They did a rotating post where each guy stood at center doing rapid kick out passes. I was ready. The nerves were gone. Before the game started, the starting guard went to the locker room looking pretty green. Coach nodded at me so I took off my warm-ups. The game was a laugher. We scored inside, from the outside, from the stripe and on about half dozen technical fouls. I did three for three from the corner plus two jumps from about ten feet, plus four free throws, fourteen points and five boards and only two fouls. Not bad for a freshman who got to play for about half the game. We ate then did the eight hours back to school. This time I slept most of the way. We got in about midnight and were all amazed to find a group of fans waiting to meet us. Surprise, surprise even some cheerleaders. Misty and Cherry gave me some hugs and kisses saying that they had listened to the game on the radio and heard how well I had done. That's cool, I didn't know the game was broadcast. Because of the hour, we couldn't go into the parlor to visit so we all went to bed. ------- Chapter 6 Sunday breakfast was rowdy. So rowdy we were asked to tame it down or they would have to bust up our long table. We were now large enough that we filled up about eight tables. Funny how Misty and Cherry both beat Sarah to the table. Sarah sat next to Misty and we all chatted. Sarah asked me whether I would go to church with her. I said that would be great and asked everyone else if they wanted to come to the early service. Mandy was there so she and Adrian went with Sarah, Misty, Cherry, and I along with about a half dozen others. After church we went by the student union for donuts, coffee and newspapers before lunch. Since yesterday was a game and travel day there wasn't any practice, so when it was time for the library a lot of the group went for the study time. I typed up my paper and went over everything else that was coming up for the week. We all needed some relaxation so we went to the student union for cokes. Adrian and Mandy took off early as Mandy lived far enough off campus that it would take Adrian a while to get there and back. Misty and Cherry became involved in a discussion with the usual large group of cheerleaders that hung out at the student union in the evenings. It was time for me to crash to I went over to tell Misty I was going back to the dorm, she frowned but said go ahead as they had some things that were being discussed that she needed to be there for. Sarah and I began walking back to the dorms. As we were walking slowly, Sarah guided us into the maze and stopped at one of the dark hidden benches. As soon as we sat she snuggled into me. "This is the first chance I've had to talk to you alone," she said. "Yes it is," I agreed softly. "I have so much to say to you I don't know where to start, so let me ramble a while and see if I can get most of it said, okay?" she asked. "Okay," I answered. "First I want to apologize for just dumping you and running off with someone. I know this sounds nuts but sometimes my body wants sex so bad I will do crazy things just to get it. That makes me a wicked person, I know but I think from now on that I can control whatever urges I have. I really wanted to be with you but you were off limits so I grabbed at the first opportunity that came along. I'm thankful that what I caught was curable and not something worse. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am for having been such a slut and especially for you to have found out. As you found out before though, I like sex. I like sex a lot. If I could, we would play everyday, a couple times a day. Luckily I don't think I'm pregnant but my period is not due to start till Tuesday or Wednesday. Wish me luck. I took all the shots but have to have another smear and a blood test this week sometime. If all the tests are good then it should be okay for us to be close. That is if you still want to." "That would be nice," I said. Sarah hugged my arm. "Wait, I'm not done yet. Adrian said he told you about us. For whatever reason, I'm not embarrassed for you to know that. We learned about sex from each other. We taught each other how to make love and kept each other happy while we were in high school and during my freshman year here. Besides Adrian and you, I've only been with a couple of other guys. And that's too bad as you and Adrian are the only ones that really made me feel good. Like I said, I like sex so when I can get it, I want it to be good, fun sex." Sarah again hugged my arm and took a deep breath. "So knowing all this, can we still be friends? Can we still see each other?" I turned and held her cheek. "Of course we can. I don't exactly know how to feel about what happened. I understand but it still makes me feel a little strange. I think I understand about you and Adrian. I would have probably done the same with one of my sisters had the situation been right. My older Sis and I even talked about it once but we never did anything. Sarah, you're really special to me. What happened, happened, it can't be undone. I like you a lot. I want us to be friends. I think I'd like us to more than just friends." I leaned to kiss her but she turned away and looked down. Sarah said softly, "no, you can't. I can't let you touch me till I have the tests back. I want to kiss you but I would rather be careful. I like you too much to let you catch something from me." "Fair enough," I said a little disappointed that I didn't get to feel those big, soft lips on mine. "I'm getting cold Chuck, can we go to the dorms now?" Sarah begged. We walked back to the dorms where I got a quick hug before she got on the elevator. I was turning to leave when Susie called out while walking toward me. "Hey stud, you makin' out with all different sizes and colors now?" "I have a variety of friends Susie, even you I hope," I said leering at her with a grin. "You want a treat honey, let me get you in my room for a couple of hours. I'll show you what a woman can do better than all these little girls," she said poking multiple D cups at me with at least a tall size sixteen frame. "Looks like you got what it takes all right. Makes any man shiver to think of it," I smiled. Susie gave a belly laugh then slapped me on the back. "Go in the parlor, there are a couple of cheerleaders that asked me to intercept you if you came in. Be careful staying too late. If those doors are locked, you can't get out. So watch it stud." I went into the parlor and over to the loveseat by the alcove. Misty and Cherry came out and sat on either side of me. Cherry turned my head to her then gave me a searching, searing kiss, tonguing my mouth and licking all over my lips. She pulled back from me and smiled. She picked up my right hand brought it to her face and appeared to smell my fingers then kissed them. Misty gave me a nice kiss then gave my left hand the same treatment that Cherry gave my right. When I looked confused, Cherry announced, "you passed. You haven't been necking with her or playing stinky finger either. As a matter of fact you don't even smell of her perfume." "Is that good or bad?" I asked. "Since we're a little jealous that's good," Misty said. Then Cherry added, "but since we know you like her, that's bad." Misty kissed me again then asked, "is she free to see you more than at the library now? Or was it because Adrian and Mandy were along?" "Her Dad has agreed that I'm an okay guy and we could be friends again," I said trying to keep this on a low key. "If she has anything to do with it, you'll be more than friends. You'll be snuggling with that dark beauty in no time," Misty was saying. "I just love you Misty, you are so blunt and to the point," I said laughing. "I wish. I'm the one that's fallen for a big tall Southern boy," Misty said hugging me. "Can you figure?" Cherry said. "Here's this fine specimen of a first class cheerleader and she goes and falls for some Florida bubba who is sucking up to a colored girl. Not that there is anything wrong with your big dark beauty, she is good looking." When Cherry said that she licked her lips and looked off like she was thinking of something. Misty laughed. "Seems I'm not enough for either of you. Chuck, you're just a stud that everyone wants. And Cherry, you're just a slut that can't make up her mind whether you want dick or pussy." I was shocked by the conversation, shocked and aroused. Misty had one hand on my thigh, very close to my zipper. Cherry wasn't as circumspect and had a hand massaging my very hard dick. A head poked between Cherry and I. Susie whispered, "take this stud out of here before you cause a riot. Be quick though as we close early on Sunday night." The girls had me off the couch, through the alcove and into their room in two seconds flat. As soon as we in the room, they were attacking my pants and shirt. Since I was wearing two pullovers, my top half was bare in an instant. As my pants were being pulled down, I was pushing off my loafers so I could get my feet out of my pants. Cherry dragged me to her bed, pushed me onto it then sat on my chest. "Do me with kisses please. I love what you do to me," Cherry said placing herself over my mouth. I felt kisses on the head of my shaft that turned to licks then the full mouth sucking me in. This only lasted a few minutes till Misty straddled me and with several forceful strokes opened up to have me deep inside her. Meanwhile I was doing my best to make Cherry feel good. She was easy though, as it was easy to tease her big clit out to play then just as easy to send her into spasms by holding her clit in my mouth and flicking my tongue over it. Cherry came quickly and very, very hard. With some moans she fell over to lay on her side next to Misty and I. Misty leaned down to kiss me. "Ooh you taste so good. Your Cherry flavored kisses are perfect." I had to laugh at her joke. Misty was perfect. She knew how to have fun while we loved. "Turn me over and do me hard, Chuck. Fuck me hard and fill me up," she pleaded. As I was turning us over I had a thought. "Um Misty. Should we use a something? Seems you said you were going into your most fertile time." "Don't you want to knock up a cheerleader? Don't you want to put a baby in an upper-class person's belly? Come on Chuck, fuck me, fill me with those strong little wiggly things that will make a baby," Misty begged. As I was thrusting firmly into her, I was having all kinds of strange emotions. Sure I'd love to squirt right into her womb and knock her up. I'd love to see long tall slim Misty with a big belly. But I'm not ready to be a Daddy yet. Cherry came to the rescue, "Here, pull out a second and let me put this on you. That dumb slut doesn't know what she's talking about. She's just in heat." I had pulled out and Cherry had rolled a condom on me quickly. "Now fuck that nasty slut till she can't walk. Come on Chuck, pound her." I slid easily back to the depths of Misty and continued doing her hard. She kept right on with her montage of "come in me, make me a baby, squirt me, make my belly big," the whole time we were together. She finally froze up pushing her pubic area straight up, arching her back at least a foot off the bed then sank back down hugging me and kissing me while thrusting her pussy with my strokes. "I love it, I love it, I love it. Oh so good." Just as I was about to let loose Misty pushed me off her to my knees. She raked the condom off me then leaned over me and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She leaned back and looked up at me smiling while she was wildly jacking me off. "Come on me, squirt me, cover me with your juice." I blasted long thick ropes of milky white cum all over her face and her chest. A couple of shots even got on Cherry who was dabbing her fingers into the mixture then tasting it. "Not bad fresh like that. I think I like it second hand, out of Misty better though," Cherry was commenting. "Oh Chuck, that was so good. Thank you Cherry for saving me from a dreamy pregnancy. God, I know it's crazy but in my head in seemed that's what I wanted more than anything. I wanted to feel Chuck shooting into me, deep in me, making me our baby. Wow, I got it bad," Misty said then pulled me down to kiss me soundly while squishing around in all my juice. "If there were more time, I'd want you to do me too Chuck," Cherry said, "but it's only ten minutes till curfew and locked doors. Let's get you cleaned up and out of here." While Misty just lay there stretched out totally satisfied, Cherry mopped up my chest with a towel then threw it on Misty. Cherry gave me a very sexy soft kiss and told me she wanted some too as soon as possible. I dressed then kissed both of them again. Cherry had put a robe on so she could check the hall then the parlor so I could leave. She gave me one last lingering kiss then pushed me toward the lobby. Susie was standing by the doors as I came to them. "Where do I take a number stud. Damn I'd sure like to find out what all that noise is about that you guys make." "I'm sure Kenny does a great job Susie," I chided. "Yeah but I don't know how long I can hold his interest. He's such a hunk one of those wispy little fluff balls is gonna hook him and I'll never see him again," Susie lamented. "You might be surprised Susie," I laughed and gave her hug. "Kenny seems to be really taken with you. Treat him right and he'll be panting around following you everywhere." "You think?" Susie asked. "I'm positive. Just use those womanly wiles you have. You'll catch him." I left her contemplating our conversation. My roomy was reading his playboy with one hand under the covers when I came in. He wasn't embarrassed at all. He kept his hand moving around under the blanket. "Wow, you smell like sex again. Is that some kind of after shave or what?" he said. I just grinned at him, grabbed my towel and kit then headed to the showers. Adrian was just coming in when I got there. We both put our stuff down and went into the huge shower room. There were ten showerheads on the wall. I've seen the place so full that guys were even sharing showers, but tonight there was just the two of us. "You fool around with Sarah?" he asked. "No," I said. "She says I can't touch her till after her tests come back." "Smart. Can't be too cautious. She tell you everything?" he asked. "I guess. I really don't know what everything is," "You know, about her and I. She talk about it?" he asked curiously. "A little. She mainly wanted me to know she was embarrassed about what the two of you have." "Had, you mean," he said firmly. "Have!" I said equally as firm. "Listen jerk, she's still your Sis, she still loves you. You said Mandy didn't care so I figure it's your fault Sarah and you all got caught with a bug. If you had been taking care of your Sister like she needed, she wouldn't have told me to take a hike and she would not have been banging some stranger, catching the clap. You know it is kind of your fault." Adrian was standing there with his mouth open staring at me. It was as if I'd smacked him senseless. He finally blinked and closed his mouth. He turned around and was muttering, "Shit," "Damn," "Damn, Damn." When I shut off my shower and left the room he followed. "You really don't have a problem with Sarah and I doing that?" "I might if it was keeping me from enjoying her too," I stated. "No, I don't have a problem with you guys doing that. It's your business, no one else's." Adrian was standing with his shorts in his hands with his mouth open and staring at me again. We dressed and both of us brushed our teeth. As we were leaving, Adrian held out his hand to shake. "Damn I love you like a brother. I sure hope you and Sarah stay hooked up for a while. I want you as my friend." "Thanks Adrian. It's an honor to be your friend. As far as Sarah is concerned, we'll just have to wait and see," I said. He slapped me on the back and we went in two different directions. ------- Chapter 7 When I got to the dining hall for breakfast, my two cheerleaders were already there with an empty chair between them for me. A few minutes later, Sarah and Adrian entered deep in conversation. Sarah came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, gave a quick hug to the two girls then sat next to Cherry. The still sleepy group took up all eight tables with more and more folks sitting at tables adjacent to us, participating in the conversations. The usual loud ruckus was considerably quieter at this Monday breakfast. A new addition, Susie, was sitting and laughing together with Kenny. After breakfast Adrian walked with me toward our first classes. "Want to come over to Mandy's after supper to study?" he asked. I smiled at Adrian and said, "that would be neat but there is a pretty good sized group that go to the library together. It's kind of nice to be able to get help in almost any subject with this group. You saw it yesterday. Bring Mandy and come study with us. You can still leave early enough to enjoy Mandy for a little while afterwards." "Might do that. Kind of thought you and Sarah would like some private time," he said. "Not yet, she wants to wait till she gets her tests, then there is her period. Hope she gets it," I said contemplating the alternative. "No shit!" Adrian exclaimed then walked off to another building. Practice was intense. The coach had me working every practice play. We would walk through what he wanted to do then run through it. Then he would have us walk through with defenders, then we would do it at game speed. We were working on getting the ball inside as our next game tomorrow was with a good defensive team. We also worked boards. You know, recognizing and anticipating how the ball was going come off the board or rim. The coaches would have two people together to go up for a rebound. Best two out of three got to sit. That doesn't seem so difficult but you wouldn't believe the abuse you take from elbows, shoulders and hips. It took me three guys before I could sit. I'm just not aggressive enough on the boards but I was still trying. Kenny had a cool move. With his height he didn't need much but he would hold his hands out from his body to keep guys from bumping into him. When he would jump, he would almost always use one hand on the other guy holding him down. He was so sneaky you had to see it and feel it to believe it. Supper and library were normal. We all walked back to the dorms en masse, bypassing the student union. I wanted to get to bed early, as tomorrow was a travel and game day. We had a blast at breakfast. Kenny started telling jokes. That meant that as soon as we stopped laughing at one of his jokes someone else was telling one. By the time I finished eating, my sides hurt. I gave my two cheerleaders a kiss and Sarah a hug and said I would see them tomorrow morning. Adrian and I took off for the class buildings. I gathered up all my anticipated work then headed to the dorm for my bag. Kenny met me coming down stairs so we walked to the gym together. This time it was only a two and a half-hour drive to the game site. I did my reading and finished writing a report that once again was going to have to be typed. I went to the front of the bus and asked one of the coaches to help me find a typewriter when we got there, as we should have a ton of time before warm-ups. There was a typewriter in the sports offices I could use. I typed my paper, then two more for other players. Both of the other players' papers were tough as their writing and grammar sucked. I actually had to go get both of them so they could interpret what was written. We had a real nice meal in the dinning hall with the other team. Kenny started his clown routine that turned the entire hall into another joke feast. We lay around the locker room then went out on the court for some early shot practice. The coaches cautioned us from overdoing it so we wouldn't be worn out for the game. Finally it was game time. The other team was not only good defensively but were runners. Their fast break was whenever they touched the ball. The only way to slow them down was to hustle and clog up the middle with players so they had to slow down and work the ball in. Kind of like a half or three quarter court press. Our practice on working the ball inside was helpful as we were able to constantly post Kenny and either drive to the ball or pick someone else's defender on a pitchout. They let me hit four consecutive shots from the corner before a defender was pushing me out of bounds every time I headed for the corner. Twice I caught a pitchout while on the line, tuning the ball over. At a time out, a coach was joking that he was going to put a dunce cap and stool in the corner for me. Kenny told me to look like I was heading for the corner, fake toward it and turn in for a push out from him at about ten feet. He said do that a couple of times then go back to my corner. Mix up my approach. On the next offensive procession the team was working the ball to other side so I started for the corner, faked the step inside at the perfect moment. Kenny had just been pitched the ball and just redirected it to my hands. Easy jumper with the defenders hand slapping my arm. I got the free throw making it a three-point play. A couple of times when Frank pushed the ball out to me I was able to just hand the ball to someone driving the open lane to the basket. To me, assists were as good as baskets. I was able to fake inside and go to the corner a couple of more times making it a nice night for me. I had 21 points, five defensive boards, three offensive rebounds and only two fouls. Kenny ended up high scorer with 26 points and fifteen total rebounds. We won but by the skin of our teeth, 88 to 86. We were on the road by ten so we made it to the campus by twelve-thirty and in bed by one. Everyone was boisterous at breakfast because of the win. I took a lot of ribbing when Kenny told everyone what the coach said about me being pushed out of bounds. They all thought the dunce hat comment was funny. Because of the previous early night we had a light practice working on a couple of plays for the coming Saturday game. When we went out on the court one of the cheerleader megaphones had been wrapped with black construction paper and was sitting at one of the right corners of the court. White cut out letters spelling "Dunce" were pasted on the side. My face was red but one tall cheerleader came over to me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big smooch causing all the guys to hoot and holler. Misty said when unwrapping around me, "but you're a sweet dunce." The coaches had a good laugh then proceeded to tell me I needed the weight room so I could shove defenders and cheerleaders away from me. Supper was fun but Sarah and Adrian were not there. We all did the library, then the student union for cokes and then off to bed. I was bushed. Thursday was pretty much a repeat. Sarah was at breakfast but I didn't get to talk to her. She wasn't at super again and didn't show at the library. Friday came and went pretty much the same as the day before except no Sarah at breakfast Friday or Saturday. Saturday's game was home right after lunch so our meal was real light. The JV played at ten in the morning and the varsity game was at one. The regular senior guard was feeling okay so he started. Before the first quarter was over, he was dragging and I was sent in. The forward and Kenny kept calling plays to my side so it looked like I was being a ball hog. Kenny kept directing traffic my way until at half time I asked him to stop. "Why, rookie? You're playing shooting guard," Kenny said. "Those guys think you're just a flash in the pan and think you will start making mistakes in your little corner and on your side. If they try to stop you like the one guy did, you just pitch it back to me for an easy lay-up. Don't worry about it. The coaches are signaling me to go to you so you are it when you're in there." The senior started the second half but only lasted about three minutes. Our guys were fast breaking on every one of the opponent's offensive blunders. That wears out everyone. As soon as I went in, the forward motioned me to the corner then pitched around till Frank was open who forwarded the ball to me for an open look at the basket. I played most of the remaining third and fourth quarter. Because I was being fed the ball all day, I had twenty-eight points making fourteen of eighteen attempts. I wasn't fouled once but did have two fouls but collected six defensive rebounds. No offensive rebounds as I was always shooting. We won handily 90 to 74. Since I was high scorer, everyone was slapping me on the back and yelling praise. I was embarrassed. The head coach came over to me and put his arm around me. "You know, if you would just shoot the damn ball instead of passing it all around to everyone else, you might be a basketball player one of these days." He laughed and added. "I'm serious Johnson, you passed up at least a dozen good looks. When you're open, shoot. No one is going to think ill of you if you win the game single handedly. Especially if the other team thinks you have b.o. So from now on, no more deodorant for you and take the damn shot." Son of a gun, the coach actually talked to me and wasn't yelling. We showered and dressed then walked out to a mob of people clapping and yelling. Nice, this was very nice. We all walked back to the dining hall to fill up on what we had missed for lunch. Again, Sarah wasn't there. My two cheerleaders bracketed me and kept me embarrassed with all the praise they were heaping. I finally stood up, hollering for quiet. "Kenny, stand up," I asked. "Today, every time I looked up that giraffe was throwing me the ball. Hey, you other first five stand up too. All of them, every one of them were passing me the ball yelling for me to shoot. I shot a bunch and they are all bitching at me because I didn't shoot enough. These guys are the team; I'm just a guard. So it's Kenny's fault. Congratulate Kenny and the other guys because it was the team that won the game." I sat down to a barrage of applause. Clown Kenny took a couple of bows then threw a roll at me saying, "shoot it Rookie, shoot it." No one felt like studying so the library was out and dancing was in. The girls wanted to dress up so I went for some dressier clothes too. I wore slacks, open shirt with a sleeveless sweater and corduroy sport coat. It was warm enough so I didn't have to wear a heavy coat over the sport coat. We danced and drank free punch all evening. Cherry was dancing with another cheerleader most of the night. Misty said Cherry was hot for that little girl. I raised an eyebrow at Misty but she just said, "don't worry about it, you're mine for tonight." When we tired, Misty and I said goodnight to everyone and headed back to the dorm. She sat me in the parlor on our favorite loveseat then left for a few minutes. When she came back she took me into her room and locked the door. "Susie has her 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door so she'll be busy for a while. It's only eleven and they don't lock the doors till two on Saturday nights so we have lots of time." We played and made love for two solid hours. Then finally instead of making love, we fucked. Bone grinding, body banging, fucked. When we came that last time we just collapsed. I pulled the blanket over us as we were sweating pretty heavily. Bad move. I woke up groggily with Misty wrapped around me. I looked at her electric clock and went into shock. It read four ten. Oh shit. I tried to wake up Misty but all she said was to go out the window or wait and go out the door in the morning. I looked at Cherry's bed to see it was empty. I went back to sleep until Cherry came bouncing into the room at seven. "Holy shit, Chuck. Did you stay all night?" Cherry asked. "He sure did and darn near screwed me bow legged," Misty said while sitting up rubbing her eyes. "If you want to leave, do it now, the parlor is empty and Susie still has her sign up," Cherry told us. "Guess I better," I said getting into my clothes quickly. "Then on the other hand, may be you should stay and take care of me now," Cherry said in a May West accent. "I gotta pee and I don't think the other girls here would appreciate the seat up," I said putting on my jacket. "See you girls for breakfast in about twenty to thirty minutes. Dress for church. Check out the hall and parlor for me Cherry." I kissed Misty who was still groggy and left kissing Cherry on the way by her in the alcove. I did the triple S then walked back to the girl's dorm. The two of them walked out right about the time Misty's brother Kenny came stumbling out the door. "So how was your night Kenny?" Misty asked. Kenny looked up at her with blurred vision. All he said was, "awesome," then left through the front door heading toward the men's' dorm. Breakfast; church then the student union for donuts, coffee and newspapers. A great way to enjoy a Sunday morning. Everyone wanted to watch a football game on television later so we left early for lunch. You had to be back at the student union early for the football game as the huge black and white screen on the TV was still only nineteen inches and you wanted to be close. This was the final professional football game of the season, what would have been the super bowl for that time so we were all up for it. We watched the game, then headed to the library. All of us there actually studied hard for about three hours. We all walked to Burger Chef for their broiled hamburgers. Some said the fries at Mickey D's were better. I didn't care as long as I could have three burgers and a shake for sixty cents. Back at the girls' dorm, Misty and I decided we should let things cool for the evening as we had overdone it a bit the night before. I went back to my dorm and went looking for Adrian. His roomy said he had not seen him the whole weekend. Monday morning breakfast was the typical groggy Monday bunch until someone started telling jokes then everyone woke up to participate and laugh. Adrian was there and nodded to me. After breakfast Adrian and I started for our first class. He handed me an envelope, "This is from Sarah, she's dropped out of school for the semester and won't be back till probably fall. When you read it, if you have any questions, ask me. I'll see you later." I had to get to class and didn't have time to read the darn thing. With such a short time between classes I wouldn't have time to read it till lunch or later. Lunch was busy with people and my class after lunch was with Cherry so we walked together. After that class she walked with me to the gym as she and Misty had cheerleading practice while we were practicing basketball. After practice there was supper, still accompanied by my dynamic duo then the library for study. Finally, at nine-thirty I sat in my dorm room at my study table and opened the letter. Dear Chuck, I wish I could tell you everything again in person. I'm so sorry I didn't wait for us. I'm so sorry I chose the wrong thing to do at that time. For some reason the anti-biotic did not work and I still have an infection. The problem could be that I still didn't have my period. That scares me too. My Dad thinks it will be better if I just come home and as he says, "learn how to be a lady again." Chuck, please don't hate me. I'm very fond of you and want to see you again when it is possible. I will write to you through Adrian and keep you informed. Love, Sarah That didn't help me sleep. I did finally fall asleep and slept fitfully till the alarm got me to my feet. After breakfast I cornered Adrian and asked him how his blood tests had turned out. He said that his and Mandy's turned out fine. They even had gone back to take it over again when they found out that Sarah's didn't work. I told him I would write her a note later in the week so he could send it. The days went on. Practice and games were cool. I never did score twenty-eight points again. A couple of games I did over twenty but just a little over. The regular senior guard was back and the season was closing. Oh boy, baseball. Spring break was upon us. Dad sent me some money and told me to buy a round trip bus ticket home or at least go somewhere I could relax. I was pretty homesick so I planned on going home for a couple of weeks. When I talked to Misty and Cherry, my plans got screwed up. "Chuck, you gotta come with us," Misty said excitedly. "Where you going?" I asked. "Ft. Lauderdale for spring break," she said. "Sounds like fun, how are you going to get there?" "Dad is bringing his station wagon to trade with Kenny so we can use it. Kenny is going to drive us," Misty was really excited. "That would be neat. I have a place we can stop at for a free meal and bed on the way down and on the way back. How about it." I said. "Where at?" she asked. "At my home, in Florida. It's on the way to and from there," I said. "Would I meet your parents?" she asked smiling. "You sure would. They will be happy to meet you. My brothers will go nuts over you and Cherry though," I said. "Then they are going to be crazy over the Delta and Trish," she grinned. "Those two are going with you?" I asked. "Darn right, both of those girls have money. They'll pick up the hotel room for all of us plus Delta and Trish are old enough to buy beer," she lectured. "When do we leave?" I asked thinking of the two sexiest looking cheerleaders in school. Those two caused a commotion wherever they went. I wouldn't mind seeing them in swimsuits. "We're all leaving Friday. When is your last test?" she said. "I only have one and it's Thursday. I've been excused from all the rest," I said proudly. Misty hugged me saying, "I just love a nerd athlete." Kenny and I talked about the trip. He said that it would be perfect for us to stop over night at my place. He and I, with help from Susie and the other girls, would drive straight through to my home, stay over night, then go on to the beach. We would repeat the process on the way back and perhaps even an extra day at home to rest up and visit. I called home. At a buck a minute, I didn't call very often. I was smart and called on Sunday evening so it would only be thirty-five cents a minute. Dad was happy to hear from me. I thanked him profusely for the money and described the adventure we had planned. He said he looked forward to seeing me. Mom thought it was great that I was bringing a bunch of friends along. I told them we would get there probably Saturday afternoon or early evening. I told her to tell my brothers to be on their best behavior because there were some nice looking girls coming. Would Friday ever get here? I had a duffel bag with my clothes packed on Thursday night. Misty and Cherry didn't have any finals Friday either, so we wandered around together till Cherry took off with a girl friend of hers. Misty and I ended up back in her room discussing what we were going to be doing over the summer. When I told her I was opting to take two classes at that time she was very excited that she would have a friend over the summer break. She had stayed over the previous summer and was bored to tears, as the other students that had stayed seemed to have an aversion to cheerleaders. If you don't know cheerleaders, you would think they are stuck up but what really is the deal is that most cheerleaders are bashful unless they are among friends or they are in their uniform in front of a crowd. Hard to believe but most of them are a little bashful and self-conscious. The morning's discussion disintegrated into some hormone appeasement. In other words we did our bunny impressions till lunch then we showered and were ready and waiting with Cherry, Delta and Trish at Kenny's station wagon for everyone else to show up. Kenny and Susie showed up at twelve-fifteen looking worn out and disheveled. Misty had to razz her brother, "S'matter Kenny couldn't wait till we got to Ft. Lauderdale?" Susie instantly came to his defense. "My fault. I had an itch and he is the man to scratch it. Besides, how much privacy is there going to be with seven of us sleeping in a room." "Two rooms," interjected Delta. "Two rooms with a connecting door. One of the rooms even has a kitchenette so we can cook something if we want to." We piled in and quickly left the campus heading south. Keep in mind this is before Interstates were barely begun so most of the highways were two lane until you got to U.S. 19 then it was four lane in most areas. As soon as we were under way with Kenny and Susie in the front seat, Delta and Trish in the middle and Cherry, Misty and I in the back, I knew I had a problem. The wagon was big enough but the problem was my knees. My legs were just too long to sit comfortably in the back seat. I thought I would stick it out for as long as I could before requesting some relocation. "So how many beds are there?" Asked Susie turning in the front seat. "Three total. The room with the kitchenette only has one bed so that place is reserved for our 'sweetheart' couple, you guys, Kenny and Susie. The other room has two giant beds and is for our resident freshman stud and his harem," Delta laughed elbowing Trish who was blushing. Cherry squinted at the comment but Misty just snuggled into my arm and asked, "think you're up to handling four hot cheerleaders?" It was my turn for a pink face. Delta turned around and patted Cherry on the knee. "Don't worry Cherry when Chuck is busy with someone else, Trish and I know what makes you smile." Cherry gasped then looked at me quickly to see what my reaction was. I grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. I whispered in her ear, "This vacation is for us all to relax and enjoy ourselves. Just be yourself, let yourself go, enjoy all of us." Cherry looked at me with wet eyes. She turned and put a lip lock on me that made my chinos tight while grabbing hold of Delta's and Trish's hands that were still on her knee. When she came up for air she only said, "I'm looking forward to it." Two hours down the road Kenny asked for a driver swap. Susie had been napping and was still groggy. I volunteered and said for Kenny to get into the middle seat as the back seat was way too small for his long legs. After filling up with gas, Misty sat in the middle with Cherry riding shotgun. Kenny and Susie went right to sleep while the two girls in front chatted about everything that girls talk about. It was perfect to keep me awake and alert. The next gas stop Cherry and Trish swapped seats and I kept driving, as I seemed to be rested. Trish and Misty went right back to discussing everything that Cherry and Misty had been talking about. We stopped at almost midnight to get something light to eat and fill our thermos with coffee. Kenny said he and Susie would drive so the rest of us could crash. He suggested putting down the seats and lying on some blankets and a comforter in the back. It was kind of crowded but we all snuggled up and were really pretty comfortable. When I went to sleep I was hugging Misty's back with my hand over her waist between Misty and Cherry. Trish was behind me with Delta behind her. Misty put my hand up on her breast and wiggled into me. Trish put her hand over my waist holding my stomach and scooted into me pressing her into my back. A very nice, snug sleeping arrangement. I woke up about five and had turned over during the night. Now I was hugging Trish with my hand on her breast and her hand holding me there. Misty was snuggled into my back with her hand on my morning attention getter. I quietly asked the front if they needed me to spell them but Susie leaned over and told me to go back to sleep, as they were fine for a while. ------- Chapter 8 About seven I woke up because someone was kissing me. I opened my eyes seeing the huge bright blue eyes of Trish with the dark eyed Delta watching me from behind her. Trish increased the intensity of the kiss while giving me a full body hug. My arm was around Trish but Delta had my hand massaging one of her very large boobs. Misty was giggling behind me while still holding onto me. "You guys are bad," I said groaning. "How's a guy supposed to be a gentleman when you're teasing me like that?" "Who said I wanted you to be a gentleman Chuck?" Trish whispered. "I want you to be all man baby," said Delta huskily. Misty kissed my ear, "don't forget Cherry and I. We need you to." Kenny pulled into a truck stop and we all made a dash for the rest rooms with tooth brushes in hand. I washed my face real good getting the sleep out of my eyes, brushed my teeth then came back out to the car for all of us to go into the restaurant together. Frank said we had made some great time and we were already in Florida, about an hour out of Tampa. I said we would take 60 out of Tampa to get to the farm. It would take us about two hours to get there. Frank told me to drive the rest of the way and he and Susie would nap. We made it to the farm by eleven on Saturday morning. Dad and my brothers came walking around the barn while my Mom and one of my sisters came running out of the door. As soon as the excitement died down, Mom ushered us into the kitchen to sit down for lunch. Mom had the seven travelers sit at the table where she served us several platters of food. Dad and my siblings were at the dinning room table eating their lunch of soup and sandwiches. Never let it be said that anyone ever went hungry around our house. Mom was used to cooking for a bunch of teenage boys so she knew how much a bunch of college students could eat. After lunch, Dad came to sit with us at the kitchen table while my siblings dragged chairs in so they could be a part of the audience. My youngest sister, Sissy, sat on my lap happy to have me home. I gave everyone a longer introduction as to who they were and what they did at school. My family was impressed that I hung out with a bunch of cheerleaders from school even though I was only a freshman. Susie being the senior member of our group advised them, "the kid has made a name for himself. So far he's become a football star, then Kenny will tell you Chuck is a real asset on the basketball team and, from what I hear, he's already playing on the baseball team. If that isn't enough, he posted some of the best grades among freshman his first semester. So he's doing real good." The whole time Susie was talking Kenny and the other girls were agreeing saying, "yeah," "that's true," "you wouldn't believe it," "he's great." Mom, Dad and the boys were all just staring, listening to all of it. I was embarrassed as usual as I really wasn't all they were saying. Dad helped out, "he's pretty good at baseball and basketball but I didn't know he knew how to play football." Kenny advised them, "scholarship athletes have to try out and try to compete in all sports. They get double and triple duty plus from all the guys, especially if they make varsity like Chuck. Keeps you running though." I took everyone on a tour of the farm. We walked through the barn, patted the horses, and explained that the big gray birds were guinea hens then walked down to a nearby creek named a river to see if there were any gators around. We saw a couple sunning themselves on the bank so the trip for some Northerners was complete. After supper, we all sat in the living room discussing the farm with my Dad and school with my brothers and sisters. Even my oldest sister came over to visit with her husband of a couple of years. All my school friends were impressed at how big my family was. There were only seven of us kids and we all commented that a couple of our neighbors had bigger families. The Wilson's down the road had twelve kids and the Worth and Hoffman families both had eleven. Sally, my next oldest sister wanted to play some music. When she asked my friends if they wanted to hear the family play, my fellow travelers all wanted to hear us play. Sissy ran off and re-appeared with my Gibson acoustic and my twelve-string offering them both to me. I took the twelve-string so Sissy said she would play my Gibson. Christine came back with her banjo. We played a couple of good country songs then Sissy begged Dad to get his fiddle and play some mountain music. We did two real hoe-down pieces that were fun and exciting. I told everyone that we were all tired and needed to get some bed rest so we could go to the beach the next day. My friends applauded our performance often and said it was neat that the family played music together. Bedtime was fun; the girls slept with my sisters and in my bed. Frank and I slept in bunk beds in my Brother's room. Everyone was up at five, as the chores had to be done. I went out to help as much as I could then came in to take a quick shower and get ready to leave. We said we would be back in five days and would probably be tired and hungry. Kenny wanted me to drive, as he wasn't familiar with the area. I got on 17 south and made good time to Ft. Lauderdale. We found the hotel where we were staying amidst literally thousands of other kids in a party atmosphere. Our hotel was plush, right on the beach. We checked in and everyone wanted to go to the beach immediately. I went to get my trunks and was surprised by four girls stripping down to climb into some fairly skimpy two piece suits. Delta and Trish said they would wear their more conservative suits this first day but to look out. I told them all I wanted to do was to stay in the room and watch them change. Pillows flew at me telling me to get over it and get changed. With my evident interest in the opposite sex, I had to turn away to keep from displaying myself. Once again the pillows flew making me stumble over the suit half way up my legs. I displayed my very hard dick for all to see. Delta, "oh my, can I have some of that." Trish, "wow, I've never seen one like that. That's scary." Cherry, "you don't have to worry, I know how to take the starch out of it." Misty, "that's mine. Be nice or I won't share." With the help of a gallon of "Coppertone" we played on the beach all afternoon. Guys were swarming us as the four girls were magnets to every guy on the beach. It is an amazing phenomena that if there are some really good looking girls more good looking girls migrate to the group until there are more really hot chicks congregated together in one place than anywhere else. The surprise was Susie. She may be big but she looked good in her swimsuit. She was built like a tank, but a big busted good-looking tank. I think Kenny spent the day trying to keep his front covered while in Susie's company. When it was suppertime, we all put on some shorts and shirts and went to a local seafood restaurant. Dad had slipped me another hundred so I had enough to have a good time. Cherry, Misty and Kenny had received money care packages from home for spring break and Susie said she received a big allowance so she had plenty. The high rollers were Delta and Trish. When we went into the restaurant, the Maitre D seemed to recognize the two girls and seated us in front of others waiting. We all ordered reasonable meals as we were figuring on going easy on the money in order to have enough for the whole time. Delta, Trish, Kenny and Susie ordered liquor to drink while the rest of us went with iced tea. Kenny wasn't old enough but the waiter didn't object. Just as we were finishing dinner, an older well-dressed couple came up to the table. Delta jumped up and hugged the woman and the man, "Mom, Dad, what are you guys doing here?" "We knew you were going to be in down here so we wanted to surprise you and visit with you a little. How are you Trish, it's good to see you," said Delta's Dad. Delta waved at all of us, "Mom and Dad, meet my friends, this is Susie and Kenny and here is Cherry and Misty, fellow cheerleaders and this is Chuck. Guys, this is my Mom and Dad, Carol and Dan Hawthorne." Kenny and I shook hands with Mr. Hawthorne then asked him if he wished to join us. He said they had just finished and didn't wish to disturb us while we were eating. I asked the waitress for our checks but Mr. Hawthorne patted me on the back, "I've taken care of this evening for you all. Thank all of you for bringing along our daughter and her friend." Wow, that was neat, that would have been over ten dollars with tip. We all wanted to go dancing at a club and asked Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne where we could go. He announced that the perfect place was just a couple of doors away. We walked over to a club with a line at the door. Mr. Hawthorne led us to another door, opened it, and talked briefly to a large bouncer type then led us into the main club. We were seated near a stage that had instruments ready for the musicians. Delta said she didn't think her Dad would bring us here, as this was the first time she had been in the club to go dancing. Mr. Hawthorne told us to call them Carol and Dan and drop the formal stuff. I was about to order a coke when Mr. Hawthorne ordered "Long Island Iced Tea" for all of us. When the drinks arrived I took a big drink. Oh my, this was booze and I'm not good with too much of it. Delta and Trish were laughing at the face I made. Dan said, "careful with that. It has quite a punch. If you drink it slowly, it will treat you okay." We had a great time. I danced with all the girls including Carol. She was a good swing dancer and was ready for every dip, spin and whirl. The girls were all besieged by guys and were on the dance floor continuously. I only had one more "Long Island Iced Tea" and finished the evening drinking cokes. Most of the others were getting tipsy. When it was time to go, surprisingly the only one to really object about leaving was a very tipsy Carol. The girls were all turning down offers for a place to bed down. We all walked back to the same hotel. When we got on the elevator, we pushed the second floor while Dan pushed twelve, the top floor. Delta asked, "do you have the suite again?" "Yeah, we took the whole thing this time. Thought you guys might want to come up and party with us sometime during the week," Dan said. Delta gave her Mom and Dad a hug and said, "we'll see you for breakfast about nine, okay?" We left them for our rooms. We all crashed in the beds, finally getting into some night type clothes. Delta, Trish and Cherry were in some near transparent baby doll type pajamas while Misty had a knee length wispy gown that was equally see through. All I had was my shorts. That was going to have to do. We were all tired and snuggled up with me between Cherry and Misty while Delta and Trish shared the other bed. Almost as soon as we were settled we heard some obvious noises through the open connecting door. That just gave the imagination enough stimulus to get a rise out of me and for Misty, whose back I was against to wiggle back into me, raise a leg then reach back and place me into her very moist folds. She slid down onto me then softly told me, "go to sleep." Amazingly, I did. Morning found me still or once again very stiff and very well ensconced into a warm wet pussy. I gave a few enjoyable thrusts before realizing the pussy I was plundering was Cherry's not Misty's. Cherry must have lost her panties some time during the night as she was bare bottomed with the baby doll pulled up above her tits. I thrust till she quivered, gave her a kiss then pulled free to turn over to Misty. She wanted me on top so I slipped into position but asked her about a rubber before I went into her. She said she was okay today so we made love for several minutes before we came together. We got up and went into the bathroom for the toilet and a shower where Cherry joined us. Trish and Delta were still asleep. When we came out, Delta was sitting up in bed with the sheet over her chest, her shoulders were bare. I was wearing my shorts and when I came close to her bed, she reached out and pulled on my shorts, pulling me toward her bed. "Come over here so I can see what I may have missed this morning." When she reached for me the sheet fell down exposing her bare breasts. It didn't make any difference that I had recently gotten off. My dick was instantly hard from the sight. Delta grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of her while kicking off the bedclothes revealing a gorgeous tanned body. She pushed my shorts down while positioning me between her legs then placing me into her. As soon as she had me in position to enter her she used both hands to hold my head while she enthusiastically kissed me. The kisses and softness surrounding the head of my engorged dick invited me to sink into her. She was tight, very wet, but extremely tight. It took several thrusts and withdrawals to finally get myself seated. Delta was hugging me to her and whispered, "now do me, do me fast, do me hard, just do me, please." I did her hard and fast the way she asked. We must have gone at it for over five minutes till Delta raised her butt off the bed and held me up in the air while her pussy clutched me in a series of ripples and quivers. When we collapsed she was kissing me rapidly all over my face whispering loudly, "I love it, I love it, I love it." Trish pulled me off Delta and asked, "You didn't come in her did you?" I looked at Trish with a guilty look but shook my head no. "Good, she's too dumb to take care of herself sometimes. Hold yourself up a sec." She rolled a condom onto me then pulled me to her. "Put that in me gently okay? I'm not very experienced at this." She wanted to kiss, and we did. I kissed her neck, then down to suck her nipples. As soon as I did that she positioned my dick at her entrance and began thrusting up at me. This was heavenly. Another tight pussy, my fourth in well under an hour. I was close from having been banging on Delta so I was glad Trish started making happy noises and her pussy start squeezing me. I came in buckets, completely filling the rubber. Trish seemed satisfied and gave me a nice kiss with a big hug before wanting up to go to the bathroom. Delta had been lying on her side watching us while Misty and Cherry were cuddling on the other bed watching too. Cherry was behind Misty with a hand tweaking one of her breasts. Delta got up and took my hand, "come on stud, let's get a shower and go to breakfast." We went into the bathroom and I again showered with two girls. By the time we finished I wanted to start over again and was looking at Misty lustfully. She told me, "down boy. Wait till later." We ate breakfast, and then the nine of us went out to the beach. It was fun to spread the Coppertone on some sexy backs including Carols while Dan was enjoying helping the good looking Trish and Cherry get covered as well. Once again the girls were magnets and by noon there were a couple dozen stone foxes hanging out with us which meant there probably were a hundred guys drooling around our place in the sand as well. At lunch, we ate bratwurst on the beach and washed it down with beer. The beer folks all had tents set up with free beer and various kinds of sandwiches. Some places you had to pay a quarter for a beer or sandwich, other places it was free. By three in the afternoon, we were all near drunk and tired of the sun. Carol and Dan told us to meet them down stairs at seven as they had reservations for eight o'clock at a nearby restaurant. So far the trip had been near free, just my part of the gas and the food on the way down. I was looking forward to going back to school with a couple of bucks in my pants. Back in the room, we all showered off the sun tan lotion and sand then lounged around in our underwear. Misty and I necked for a bit but didn't start anything. We all ended up in Kenny and Susie's room where the refrigerator had magically been filled with beer. We ate chips and drank beer till it was time to get ready. Kenny and I put on slacks with a decent shirt while the girls all put on summery dresses. It was nice to see the girls dressing in the brighter colors after the dreary darker clothes for winter. This night we went to a restaurant that didn't have many spring break students, almost all diners were mature couples and groups. Dan told us all to order everything we wanted as tonight he was going to treat. That was probably the wrong thing to say as we all really chowed down. Before dinner we all had some kind of mixed drink then we had wine with the meal. After dinner we went out on their cigar patio and had some fancy wine while Dan, Kenny, and I had a cigar. I was amazed when Carol, Susie, Delta and Trish each lit up small sweet smelling cigars with us. Misty said she was for making it an early night. Cherry, Delta and Trish wanted to go out dancing again as did Dan and Carol. Kenny, Susie, Misty and I went back to the hotel where all of us immediately washed our mouths and brushed our teeth to get rid of the cigar breath. We had a beer then Misty and I went into our room and turned on the TV. We watched "77 Sunset Strip" then curled up together to make love before falling sound asleep. The next morning the three club crawlers were hung over and had all piled into the bed together. They were all topless wearing just their panties. Even hung over, the girls were a lovely sight. Not often you get to see three sets of very nice titties at the same time. They decided to stay in bed while the other four of us went for breakfast. We found out that there were going to be some big time parties on the beach today and where they were going to be. There was a bulletin board that had handbills posted on it for the various parties along with a big map of the beach with the hotels marked on it. That afternoon we went to two beach parties that had food and booze. All of us including Dan and Carol were pretty soused by seven. Thank goodness there was lots of food or we would have all been in misery. We all elected to just go back to the hotel and call it a day. At the hotel, we must have gotten a second wind, as we all now wanted more food and more booze. Dan said we should order pizza and that he and Kenny would go to the liquor store and get some more beer and some bottles of liquor. We went up to Dan and Carol's suite to party. Their place was huge with a giant living room. The full-length windows faced the ocean giving a spectacular view of the beach. We ate and drank till near midnight then adjourned to our room for the night. Delta and Trish decided to stay in the suite and would see us in the AM. Cherry, Misty and I went to bed and fooled around till almost three. The booze must have energized us. I think we were all well satisfied that night. I was surprised as in the morning I didn't have a hangover and was in the mood to run. I got Kenny up and asked him to run with me. He didn't want to go but Susie and Misty did. They put on their skimpiest bikinis and made me put on some Speedo's along with socks and tennis shoes. We ran for a half-hour down the beach then back up. It was a blast watching Susie's huge jugs bounce up and down. Misty's bounced too but she was nowhere as big as Susie. Susie even complained that she probably bruised them with all the flopping they were doing. I offered to massage them for her but she said she was sure Kenny would help her with it. Misty and I showered, playing around till Cherry came in to scold us saying she wanted to eat. Dan and Carol said that today they were going to be a little laid back and not traipse all over the beach going to parties. They said for us to meet them at seven for dinner and we would go out to have some fun. The seven of us went to another beach party but didn't drink a lot of beer this time. We actually had dime cokes instead of free beer with the free sandwiches. Dinner that night was at a fancy Cuban restaurant. We had great pulled pork with some great black beans and rice. You're supposed to have white rice with beans but I love yellow rice so that's what I had. One thing about a Cuban restaurant is that when you are served, your plate is full. So full you need sideboards to keep the food on the plate. There wasn't a speck of rice left on my plate. It was clean. We went back to the lounge we had gone to on Monday. Again we entered through the back door and again we had the table by the stage. Another great night of dancing with some drinks but not very much as I didn't want to get stupid while in the company of all these girls. We slept soundly then repeated the Tuesday morning love-in where I got to play with each of the girls. This time I had to use a rubber on Misty, Delta and Trish but Cherry said she wanted to feel it shoot deep in her. I had already filled Cherry up and was really going at Misty. She had already gotten off and when she felt me getting ready to cum again, she pushed me off and pulled off the rubber and had Cherry lay back to get a second dose of love juice. Cherry got so hot getting a second loving that she came again as I filled her. Delta and Trish were very loving; it even seemed like it was more than just sex with them. Don't know how Delta and Trish became so close to me, but they were. Shower time was fun with all of us going in and out of the shower. I bet the cleaning people wondered how we got so much water on the outside of the tub - if they only knew. They rest of the week was more or less a daily repeat. Play on the beach, go to beach parties, eat with Dan and Carol then usually go dancing. It was lots of fun but I was glad when it was the last night. We ate well then partied at the lounge with the table by the bandstand. This night we didn't drink too much and we actually left around eleven. Dan and Carol wished us a safe trip home then hugged Delta saying they would be home and expected to see her and Trish when they got back. They also needed to plan their trip for summer vacation. We woke up rested and ready to go. Misty and I showered and had just begun to play around when Cherry showed up and said for us to get going, no fooling around. Well, what the heck all that pussy and no fun. While getting dressed and packing up, I got the word. Delta, Trish and Cherry all started their periods. Oh my. We drove up to my home and had a great lunch and supper then started off the next day for school. We had four days before school started but we wanted to get back to settle down and get rested. Besides, baseball practice started up two days before school did. The drive back was the same as the drive down. I ended up driving till about ten PM then Kenny drove us the rest of the way. We landed at school about noon. Just in time for lunch. The girls had to pay thirty-five cents for their lunch as their cafeteria passes were not good till Saturday. Thursday, I went to the baseball coach's offices to see if I needed to do anything special. He had me dress and work out with the guys who were there. Thank goodness I had brought my bag with my shoes and gloves. The school had a pitching machine so each of us had about a half-hour of batting practice on the machine. We did some fungo fielding then we took turns popping up outfield flies so everyone could get used to catching the ball. I love baseball. Friday was intense practice. We did everything including real pitching by the pitching coach and some of our own pitchers. I was doing okay hitting. It was probably because of the practice the day before. It was a reality. The more I practiced, the better I hit. Kind of like free throws. Saturday practice was even more active. All of us had to practice stealing and sliding. The coaches were all over us while we were batting. Calling for a bunt, then hit to right field, then to left, then back to bunt. For infield practice they were grading us for starting positions. I'm a good short stop, but there was a junior who had a magic glove. That guys glove arm seemed to stretch out an extra foot sometimes to snag a hard hit ball. The coaches tried me at second and third to see how I did. Florida boys play baseball twelve months a year so it really didn't make any difference where I played. I didn't like to catch and my pitching was accurate but not fast enough. I was penciled in for second. Saturday night the girls sneaked me into their room for the night. We played almost all night. In the morning I left dragging. I showered then met the girls for breakfast and church. After church the girls said they wanted to go back to their room "alone" and rest. I ate lunch, went back to my dorm, dusted and mopped then laid down for a nap. Adrian came into the room about four saying for me to hurry up down stairs to see Sarah. I jumped up and went down with him. It was good to see Sarah. She gave me a very serious hug and kiss. I pulled back and looked at her a little skeptically. "I'm fine now. I didn't get all the shots before because Dad took me home. This time I got everything taken care of. My period came as soon as I was relaxed over getting rid of the infection. I'm coming back to school in the fall and I'm looking forward to us studying together again." She gave me another big kiss then took my hand and led me outside where her parents were. "How are you Chuck?" Mr. Williams said sticking out his hand. Mrs. Williams actually came to me and gave me a hug saying, "I'm so glad my two kids have you for a friend." "Nice to see you both again," I said. "I'm glad to hear Sarah will be coming back to school. Now we will both be in the same year." "How would you like to go to supper with us Chuck? Our treat," Mr. Williams said. "That would be great," I answered. "Let me put some clean clothes on and I'll be right out." Sarah told me to go get ready as she said she had someone she wanted to invite to go with us. When I came out to where the Williams family was, Adrian had Mandy with him now and Sarah was walking toward us with both Misty and Cherry with her. She introduced them to her folks then we all got into the Williams' car and went to one of the nice restaurants in town. We had a nice meal while we all got caught up with each other. I still didn't figure on what Sarah and Misty had going. After supper we all went back to the campus where we said goodbye to Sarah and her folks. Mrs. Williams made me promise I would write to Sarah to let her know how I was doing. Adrian and Mandy started off campus toward her apartment leaving Misty and Cherry with me. I asked them if they wanted to go to the student union or what they would like to do. They both said for us to go to the parlor for a bit then go to bed early to be ready for Monday morning classes. As soon as we were in the parlor, they again sneaked me into their room. This time we only necked for a while, no real intense making out. At nine-thirty they got me back out into the parlor without a problem then gave me some nice kisses and sent me to bed. ------- Chapter 9 Breakfast Monday morning was big, loud, and rowdy. Twice the cafeteria folks told us to settle down. Our entire group was happy to be back together. Adrian walked with me to our first classes then separated to our own buildings. I had forgotten that I had my first class with Delta. She came up to me and put a sizzling lip lock on me. "How's my Spring break stud doing." she asked. Delta is such a stand out good-looking babe, all the guys going into the room were eyeing me enviously. After class Delta walked with me toward my next class until we met Trish. Trish gave me a very nice kiss with a bone-crunching hug. "Great to see you Chuck." Again, guys observing me getting the attention of another great looking babe, were drooling. The girls said they would try to eat supper at the training table dining hall that evening if it would be okay with my girl friends. I told them that it should be fine. We had a scrimmage for practice. I played short stop with the second team and even got two decent hits out of four at bats. Probably should be better because the pitchers weren't up to speed yet. We needed to get ready for a home game Thursday and an away game Saturday. Supper was fun. I was bookended by Misty and Cherry on one side and Delta and Trish on the other. Frank and Susie were across the table from us and made numerous obnoxious remarks about our spring vacation trip. Guys have a hard time not staring at the four girls I was with. One alone is a major disturbance. The four together were a riot. After supper the usual group left for the library. Delta and Trish looked at each other and said, "you know, we're going with you guys. We need to get our grades up too. Do you mind?" Everyone said almost at once, "the more the merrier." After the library we went for Cokes. The jukebox was playing dreamy stuff so I danced with Misty, then Delta insisted on a dance. I turned to go to the dance floor area and saw Cherry and Trish dancing close together. I wonder about Cherry. We all went back to the dorms. Delta and Trish lived in a dorm next to the one where Misty and Cherry lived. We said goodnight to them as they went inside at their dorm. After saying goodnight to everyone in Misty's dorm, Misty stayed with me in the parlor for a few minutes. "Do you think we are going to be a pair?" Misty asked. "We already are, aren't we?" I asked. "Sort of," Misty answered. "But I was thinking that just you and I and not all the other girls you seem to have coming on to you." "Serious huh?" I asked. Misty looked down then up into my eyes, "I don't know. Sometimes when we're together I want us to be alone, you know, exclusive, together forever. Sometimes I love it when Cherry and I make love to you. Spring break was fun and I loved watching you play with those two girls but back here now, and with Sarah wanting to get back with you, I'm feeling jealous. Even though you and I are together, I can't help feeling you're not mine alone. Like I said Chuck, I don't know. I want you and most of the time I don't feel threatened by other girls but right now I do. Can you understand that?" "I guess so. You've never asked me to be exclusive. I haven't asked you either as it wasn't my place to ask that. I'm probably too young to be thinking of anything permanent yet but I do enjoy being with you and I do really enjoy how we feel about each other. From now on when you feel threatened or when jealousy pops up, give my hand a couple of squeezes so I know when to give you more attention." Misty gave me a watery-eyed loving hug and kisses, "night Chuck, I really do like you a lot." She gave me another tender kiss then, "night baby." She got up and rushed through the alcove. Tuesday and Wednesday were about the same without any new jealousy outbreaks from Misty. I did try to pay a little more attention to her though. Thursday was busy. The baseball team was going to travel all day Friday. That meant I had to gather assignments and to make arrangements for someone else to turn in my work for Friday or to delay it till Monday. Profs just love sports guys,,,,, not. They hate to have to make constant exceptions to their class rules. My only advantage was my good grades. At practice I found out the Saturday game turned out to be a tournament that we were thought to only play Saturday morning and when we lost Saturday afternoon, we would come home, driving all day Sunday instead of playing in the semi-finals and finals. When I heard the coach's projections, I was disappointed in their attitude toward the players. We were not bad. We needed more practice but I know baseball and decent baseball teams. Our defense had a ways to go but at bat we were probably as good as any other team. I told the infield coach how I felt about what I had heard. He defended his position by saying that college ball was faster and tougher than the high school baseball I was used to. I reminded him that I came from a school that constantly had major league scouts at our practices and games and that I had played two seasons of American Legion ball that is supposed to be as good as single-A pro ball. He said, "tell you what Chuck. All three of you guys who are trying to make starter at short are about equal. I'll play each of you three innings. Show your stuff and I'll start you in the tournament. You'll get at least one at bat, maybe two. Get a hit; show the coach and me what you can do. Then we'll go stay in Wichita for the entire weekend." He was walking away when he turned around, "now I'll have to go write notes to all your Profs that Monday will be a travel day so you guys can be excused. You're right though, we should expect to win instead of expecting to lose." Before the game, the head coach or manager or whatever you want to call him had a few words to say about today and us getting ready for the tournament in Wichita. He told us that several starting positions were open for grabs so for us to play our best. I played the fourth, fifth and sixth inning. Defensively the fourth was a no brainer. First out was a pop fly to the third baseman. The right fielder and I almost collided getting in position to back up the play though. Then there was a pretty hot flat grounder that I scooped up and tossed to the second baseman that relayed the ball to first for a double play. The play didn't show off anyone's ability even though the ball was hit pretty hard. Since it stayed flat on the ground not hopping around, it was an easy catch. I was second up at bat in the bottom of the fourth. The first batter walked. The third base coach held me on the first pitch. It was a ball, low and inside. I figured he would have me bunt the guy to second but he gave me a swing sign, surprise, surprise. The pitcher threw a very slow change up right down the middle. It seemed like I had to wait an eternity to swing. It's hard to hold up your swing when you are expecting an 80 to 85 mph fast ball or curve and you get one at 50 mph that wants to die in front of the plate. Because I had been holding up, I didn't get a full swing at the ball but made good contact. I pulled it over the third baseman's head sending the ball into the corner of the chain link fence. Balls don't bounce off chain link. The guy on first had been given a run sign so he made it all the way home while I was held at second standing. I went to third on a long fly to right field then scored on a single up the middle. We ended up scoring five runs that inning looking much better than our coaches were forecasting us to be. The fifth inning was routine defensively with my only participation covering second for an attempted steal then covering second again on a slow grounder to third for a force out. Yawn. The sixth inning was cool. Our pitcher must have been getting tired. Two long singles had runners on first and second. I was signaled to play my position deep and let the runners be. I was playing just to the right of the pitcher when he hung a curve for a good hitter. The ball came off the bat like a rocket, right for my face. My glove protected my face; I pitched the ball to the second baseman, who relayed it to first in time for a triple play. I know that play looked good even though all I was doing was defending myself. I got back up as first at bat for the bottom of sixth. They had a new pitcher that sprayed nothing but really fast rocket fast balls. I said sprayed as they went everywhere. He threw three straight balls then it looked like he changed his position on the rubber. This one came straight down the middle. My swing was about a week late. I could have used the post office. I watched the pitcher set up exactly the same and was ready. I started my swing and actually pulled the ball again as it flew down the line going foul over the fence. I'm not a long ball hitter but that one went a mile. Full count. The pitcher went back to standing on the rubber like he had done in the beginning so I was wary that he couldn't throw a strike from that position. I needed this hit but I also didn't want to swing at a ball over my head on in the dirt. I was ready but thought that if it was close, I would try to at least foul it. The ball was outside. So far outside it almost went into our dug out. If nothing else, that was a good walk even if it didn't count as a hit. I watched the guy's feet while leading off on first and saw he was in his control stance. Three straight strikes that the batter didn't even come close to. Between batters I told the first base coach what I saw about the differences in how the pitcher would stand on the rubber. He told me to go down on a knee and to hold my ankle. While the trainer was looking at my ankle the first base coach waved the manager and third base coach over to the new batter. The manager sent in my next inning replacement to run for me and I walked back to the dug out to look for splinters. Our batter who was usually a good hitter took a first pitch fast ball down the middle. Then you could see him get ready, the pitcher went to his control position and let fly. Home run. The big bat hit the fast ball hard and it flew out of the park. The next batter got up and saw the pitcher go into his control stance and brought one down the middle at top speed. Then he changed his stance. You could see the third base coach holding the batter. Ball. The next two pitches were the same then the pitcher changed back to his control stance. The batter was able to foul off that pitch and the next two. The pitcher changed his stance again and the third base coach gave a hold sign to the surprised batter. Ball four and a walk. The manager/head coach came to me and said, "that was damn observant of you to pick up on that guys stance. That's good baseball." The third short stop got two at bats in the seventh and eighth inning getting two nice hits but didn't have much activity defensively. I kind of thought we were all pretty even so in my mind I could be sent back to the second team without feeling bad. After the game the manager gave praise for having cleaned the other teams clock. He said we had beaten them offensively and defensively. He even made mention of my noticing how the rocket pitcher stood on the mound and had sense enough to tell someone. Point for me. I was told that I would be traveling to the tournament. That made me happy as I might get in a game anyway. At supper I made arrangements for Delta, Cherry and Misty to turn in my class work and to advise the Profs I would probably not be back till Tuesday because of travel. We all went to the library and worked hard getting papers completed. I was able to do Thursday's assignments as well as Friday's. I wish I knew what was going to be assigned for over the weekend. The only class I was concerned with was a stupid history class because the grad staff Prof. liked to assign papers to be turned in on Monday. Trish said she knew the Prof. and went up to the library office and called him. I listened to her explaining what she needed to know and why. Trish was sweet-talking the guy about how mean he was to assign so much for the weekends. She finally hung up with a smile. "Not only is there no paper for Monday, but no assignment at all. How's that for a working a guy?" "My heroine," I said giving her hug while walking back to our group. Friday morning I ate with the hordes, gave a hug and kisses to Misty, then Cherry, Delta and finally Trish. I was standing at the dining hall door shaking my head in wonder but smiling when Adrian came up. "Should I ask for a kiss too?" he said while punching me on the arm. "You have so many babes hanging on you that you'll never have time for my Sis when she comes back." I grinned at Adrian and just said, "I'll make time." He left and I went to the dorm for my travel bag then went to the baseball offices to get on the bus. Eleven long hours later we pulled into the campus at Wichita. The folks led us into the dining hall and fed us a late supper then herded us into a wing of a dorm with a couple dozen rooms ready for visiting teams. The next morning we had early breakfasts then dressed to warm up for the first game at ten. The infield coach came to me and asked if I would be upset if I didn't start. I told him that was a silly question as I was a freshman and would willingly ride the pine until it was my chance. He slapped me on the back and said, "stay ready, now go get some batting practice." The first game was a yawn. We could have stayed in bed and won. The team we played only had three hits and no runs. They did excel in errors through. I think every infielder had at least one error as well as two of the outfielders. Their short stop wouldn't have made a grade school team back home. We ate lunch then kicked back till three-thirty. This team was supposed to be good and supposedly the best in our conference. When they walked on the field assuming the home field defensive positions for the first inning they looked normal to me so that meant they were beatable. The infield coach was sitting next to me and was describing how good these guys were. I asked him what were their weaknesses and he just looked at me. "Why?" he asked. "If we know what they have trouble with, then we can play to their weaknesses instead of losing to them before we step up to the plate," I said with confidence as I was parroting what my high school coach always told us. "Point taken. Watch them, see what you see and tell me," he said then walked over to stand with the manager. The first inning we managed a walk and a hit but left both of them stranded. When we were in the field our pitcher was decent. He was consistently throwing low and on the outside of the plate. He missed some for balls but did a good enough job that he had two strikeouts and grounder to second. Second inning our sixth hitter blooped one over first base. I saw the coach signal for the base coach to give the steal sign. As soon as the sign was given, the short stop was edging toward second. I went to my infield coach and told him they had our base signs. He told the manager who signaled the first base coach who held the runner. I watched the short stop go back to a deep position as soon as the sign had been given. Wonder how they knew all our signs. The other pitcher was on three balls and one strike. Our first base coach went to the runner and told him something then signed the third base coach something. That coach gave a swipe across the chest understanding then gave the batter a salute. I was confused. The pitch was fat. It was a hanging curve that didn't curve. Good speed, right down middle, belly button high. Two run homer, see ya. The pitcher had lost a little confidence and walked the eighth hitter. The opposing team must have thought our ninth hitter would be a nothing but our manager liked to have a decent bat at number nine so his leadoff guy could advance him. Nine got a double. Our lead off guy was thrown out at first, which held the runners on second and third. Our number two batter waited through three straight bad balls then drove in two runs with hot single to right center. The third hitter drove one hard straight at the third baseman. Three outs but now we were up four zip. During the seventh inning, the other team hit a bouncing single up the left center. The short stop leaped for the ball, catching it and sending it to the second baseman. The short stop came down funny on his foot twisting his ankle. You could see it twist when he landed. The trainer was out of the dugout before the ump had called the out at first for the double play. My coach said for me to grab my glove then waited for the trainer to bring the injured player in. I reported to the ump then took my position. We were still up four zip with two out in the seventh. The batter hit a liner straight to the center fielder and we were up for the top of the eighth. The short stop had been next in the line up so I grabbed my bat and loosened up while the infield and pitcher warmed up. The third base coach told me he would hold me on first pitch then let me swing away. He told me that he was going to be flashing all kinds of signs to the first base coach but for me not to try to read them as they would all be bogus. He said he would touch his belt buckle whenever he was going to give me a real sign. I was lucky, first pitch was a ball. Second pitch was wild, all the way to the backstop. The pitcher kicked around on the back of the mound trying to get his focus. I figured this to be probably a fast ball low down the middle. There it was right on schedule. I hit that sucker hard. But about half way to the center field fence, it died and dropped into the center fielder's glove. Darn. The next two batters did what I did and flied out. Top of the ninth saw a pitching change for us. Our new pitcher was a tall string bean that could throw heat with some control. He struck out the first two batters then the next guy singled into right. Our second baseman broke late on the ball like he had been day dreaming. The runner was acting fidgety like he was going to steal. I alerted the second base so he would break on second when the runner took off. Sure enough, the runner broke on a swinging strike but the catcher threw a perfect strike to the first base side of second. The ball sailed right past the second baseman's glove. I was backing up the play so was able to glove the ball. I hadn't taken the ball out of my glove yet and was walking over to the second baseman to give him some shit. The runner was wandering around second dusting himself off. I tagged him thinking that he had probably called time but the ump jerked his fist up yelling out. The player started cursing. Oh boy, not the thing to do in baseball. The opposing manager ran out on the field yelling that his player had time out. The third base ump came over and confirmed no time out had been requested. The player was ejected and the manager was warned. I was in the dug out by the time the manager figured out that it had been the third out. We were winners at four zip, looking ahead to an evening game and definitely playing tomorrow. The infield coach asked me why I had done that, had tagged the runner. I told him we were taught to do that as backup to second a long time ago. I was supposed to give the second baseman shit for not catching the ball but was always supposed to tag the runner whether he was on the base or not. He just nodded his head and said, "good thinking." We had a light supper with a promise of some good eats after the game. We were tired, as was the team we were playing. One of the things about this tournament was that they had two fields going all day. There were sixteen teams doing a modified single elimination so that means if you lost the first game, you still got to play another game. If you lost two times, you were toast. The winners on the losers' side played in the semi-finals the second day. The evening game was pretty dull. Pretty dirty too as we only had two uniforms so after changing between game one and two, we had to wear the same uniforms for game three. The pitching was sharp, the bats were dull. We finally got to the pitcher in the sixth and before they brought in a reliever we were up two to nothing with men on second and third. Those two were stranded but it didn't matter, the rest of the game was like the first six innings, nothing happening. The entire infield game was routine. After the game the staff took all our uniforms and said they would be clean for tomorrow. The manager praised us, saying that he was glad that we were doing so well. He cautioned us about being over confident as he said the teams coming up for us tomorrow were winners and we would need to be sharp. As promised, we had a great supper then all of us just lounged around in our rooms and were asleep before ten. Sunday morning was busy. The teams that had been eliminated were eating first to get on their way home while the teams still in the tournament were trying to stuff extra calories for the day. The first game was at noon so that meant we had time to jog a little, do some extensive batting practice, a little fielding then have a nice lunch finishing at least an hour before game time. We were all expectant for the first game. This team had beaten their opponents by a ton of runs all three of their games. We had one of our better pitchers slated for this one and our best to either relieve early on this one or to play the evening game. The evening game would either be for first or third. We were home field so we were on defense first. Our pitcher had good control of a fast ball, a decent curve or more like a slider, and a crawling, wiggling change up. You would almost think it was a knuckler but he had control. Nothing came off their bats except fouls and one hit straight up that the pitcher caught. We didn't do much better until the fourth inning. Their hitter connected with one that went over my head. The left fielder charged the ball, scooped it and threw to second because the runner was trying to stretch the hit to a double. I had covered second and easily caught the throw and tagged the sliding foot. The other foot complete with metal spikes connected with my head. Night, night. The runner was ejected from the game for intentionally kicking me in the head with his metal cleats. I came to in the locker room getting bandaged after being stitched up on the cheek and the forehead. I sure know how to get hurt, always in the head. When I was clear headed I went back to the dug out to find we were one run up on them going into the top of the ninth. The pitching coach sent our tall skinny guy out to do the ninth. This guy was so skinny when he turned sideways before pitching the only thing you can see is his head, hat and glove. We won but the opposing manager protested the game as he said his runner should not have been ejected. The umpire asked if he, the opposing manager, thought it was okay to eject the other two players that had taken swings at our players when they were tagged out. It was an amusing shouting match. We were in the finals. That is my team was going to play but I was hunting splinters. Damn. I hate to have to watch. The original short stop said he should be able to play if he was taped up enough. All I could do was check my messy face in the mirror and cringe. I wasn't dizzy or disoriented but the trainer said that I would not dress for the final game. We lost. Not bad, but we lost. Just not enough bat. We did take second for the tournament though. That's the tournament that the coaches said we were going to play two and out. We had a nice dinner Sunday then went to bed. When I woke up Monday morning my face was sore and puffy. When I looked at the mirror, I almost puked. The whole side of my face was purple. The coaches gave me an ice pack and told me to just wait for the healing. I slept for most of the long ride home. We got in and were fed a special late meal then we all went to bed. I was to report to the trainer after breakfast so the doc could look at me. Tuesday morning breakfast was not pretty. I was ugly enough that it was hard to look at me and still be hungry. I built a couple of egg and bacon sandwiches on toast and told everyone I'd see them at lunch or supper. The doc looked at me then took me to see another doctor who did a few things to the stitches then gave me a bunch of salve to spread over the cuts. Our doc took a bunch of pictures of my face and said he was going to petition the league to sanction the team that played the way they did. The coaches had lunch at their offices for me, as I didn't get back to school till almost two. I was not to go to classes Wednesday and after being checked I could probably go Thursday or Friday. I was excluded from practice till cleared by the doctors. Student trainers were given my class schedule and told to get my work for Tuesday and Wednesday so I would have something to occupy my time while healing. At supper Tuesday people were not as put off by my face. Misty and Cherry were solicitous but didn't know how to take some guy with a face that messed up. The salve seemed to be taking the purple and red out of my face. The group went off to the library while I retreated to my room. Adrian stopped by to tell me how ugly I was and to tell me to write a note to his sis. I actually wrote a note to Sarah telling her about the tournament and that, once again, I was banged up. By Wednesday evening my face was looking pretty good with only bandages on my forehead and lower cheek near my jaw. After supper I went to see the trainers and was taken to a doctor at the local hospital who checked over all the cuts then spent far too much time making sure I didn't have a concussion. I just joked with the guy that I must have a glass jaw. I was cleared for school and sports. Thursday morning I joined everyone for breakfast then went to classes. All the Profs had to say something about how dangerous all sports were and how it was too bad that I would probably be disfigured. They were all happy I had stayed current on their classes. The way I figured, I had an easy A going into the end of the semester and should even score some graded averages. Thursday evening after the student union Cokes, Misty and I were sitting in the parlor. She surprised me by telling me she had plans for Friday night. She told me that she thought Cherry did too. Wow, from asking for an exclusive relationship to spreading out in less than a week. Oh well, girls are strange. I got a hug, no kiss goodnight, and started out the door. ------- Chapter 10 "Hey stud," Susie called out to me as I was leaving the girls' dorm lobby. "What's happening Susie? "I answered. "Not my business but one of your addle brained cheerleaders is flying the coup," she said sarcastically. "Yeah, I heard about it tonight," I said still confused by what had transpired with Misty. "No big deal, I'll live." "Well I have some good new for you," she said smiling. "The good-looking babe next door, you know the little rich girl cheerleader, Delta? She was all over Misty for stringing you along. She was saying all kinds of real sweet things about you. Look for her, she would be nice company." "That is good news," I said giving her a hug. "No sweat, I still owe you for clueing me in on Kenny. He's not as fickle as his sister is. See ya later stud," Susie said heading back to her room. Friday morning, no Misty or Cherry for breakfast. But Delta and Trish were there. Delta wanted me to go out with them that evening. They wanted to go into town and go to a club. When I told them that my budget couldn't handle heavy partying, Delta told me she would talk to me after breakfast. When we finished and I headed out, Delta grabbed me and pulled around the side of the entryway of the dinning hall. It was fairly private and hidden from the heavy foot traffic. Delta turned on her million dollar smile and held my arm, "Chuck, I know you don't have a lot of money and I'm not a gold digger that demands you spend everything on me. I'm lucky, my folks are pretty well off and spoil me. That's why I have a car even though I don't use it much. Listen when I want to take us out, that means I'll take care of what it costs. I won't embarrass you about it or say anything at all. Just come with Trish and me and have fun. Wait till you meet Trish's folks, they make mine look like paupers. Come with us, please?" "Okay sounds good. I think I'd like to have some fun. Hope you don't mind the face, it's not very pretty," I lamented. "Don't worry about it. You're a guy and guys do stuff like that all the time. I like what's inside you not the picture on the box," Delta said, giving me a hug. We walked off to our classes with me thinking that women sure were strange. Half way to my class, Misty waved at me. "What were you doing with Delta at the dining hall?" Misty asked with a cutting tone. "Huh?" I said now really confused. "I saw you two talking outside by the entrance, what were you two doing?" she repeated. "Well actually she was asking me to go with her and Trish tonight," I said. "You're going out with Delta?" she asked acting shocked. "Well since I don't have any plans tonight it sounded like a good idea," I said. "Look I have to get to class, I'll talk to you at lunch." Misty sputtered a couple of times then just stood there while I walked off to class. Wonder what that was about. At lunch Delta was there but not Misty. Delta said that she wanted us to leave right after practice and go out to eat first. She said reservations had already been made and that it was a little dressy so I might want to wear a coat and tie. When I started to object, Delta just wagged her finger at me and said, "don't be that way. This is my treat. It will be fun." On my way to my last class of the day, I saw Misty and Cherry walking with some guy I didn't know. They were both hanging on him pretty tight. That must be the new person of interest. When I came out of my last class and was on the way to practice, Misty and Cherry hailed me. "Chuck. why don't you go out with Cherry tonight?" Misty said. I was a little peeved so I said, "would it be a double date with you and your new guy?" "What do you mean my new guy," she said huffily. "You know, the guy you have a date with tonight. You know the one you had plans for tonight? "I said then had an inspiration, "you know Misty, the guy that you had breakfast with today and the guy you two had lunch with just a little while ago." "Are you spying on me now?" she said. "No Misty, it was just a good guess," I said with sadness in my voice. "I saw you with a guy walking out of the central dining hall and just figured that's where you had been. Look, I don't know what you want with me but I've always been up front and straight with you. I don't like to play games. If you think you have something that you want, go get it but don't act as if you can keep me on the side for whenever you may want to play with me. I get to play too." Misty had confusion and hurt on her face but Cherry's face said it all. She was red faced, looking down, embarrassed at being caught trying to play both ends. "Have a good time tonight Misty. I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast or whenever. See ya," I said then went off to practice. Freaking women. They sure can mess with your head. I actually got to play during practice. I did some batting practice but that was about it. No games till Monday but we had practice scheduled for both Saturday and Sunday. Back at the dorm I shinned my shoes and cleaned up getting ready for the date with Delta. My suit still fit well and my white shirt was clean and pressed so I was ready. As I walked past Misty's dorm, Susie came out and hollered for me to come in a second. When I got to the door she met me with a red rose with some paper around the bottom. Susie gave me kiss on the cheek and said, "good luck catching that babe, she is nice." I walked to her dorm and told the desk attendant who I was there for. When Delta came out of the elevator I almost dropped the rose. She was stunning in a simple black dress with spaghetti straps holding it up. The loose bodice seemed to float over her nice chest. She was wearing some really tall high heels making us almost eye to chin instead of me towering over her. When I extended my hand with the rose she actually gasped. She gave a huge grin then said she would be right back. She went into the elevator and disappeared. The other girls in the lobby were all standing there staring at me. I guess that was a good move. I had to remember to thank Susie. When Delta came back out of the elevator she gave me a hug but didn't kiss me, as she was all made up with crimson lipstick and all. She had put on a black lace shawl over her shoulders in the event it was chilly out. We walked out of the Dorm and she headed toward the street. At that split second a black Cadillac limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver jumped out and opened the door for us. Delta got in then scooted over in the seat. Seeing my surprised expression, Delta asked, "you okay?" "Just awestruck, I've never been in a limousine before. It's pretty neat," I said with big grin. Delta held onto my arm while we chatted all the way to the restaurant. Again the driver held the door for me so I got out then gave a hand to Delta then offered her my arm as we went to Maitre D's desk. Delta whispered in my ear, "just tell them the reservation is for Charles Johnson." When I gave the information to the head guy, he led us to a secluded table with curtains separating us from foot traffic. It gave the illusion of total privacy. A waiter showed up and said our refreshments would be served with the appropriate foods as they were delivered. Since we were not given menus I was surprised when they delivered a plate of funny looking things with shells. Another waiter came and poured some white looking wine. "Eat up Chuck, those will be good for you," Delta said. "Um, Delta, what are they," I asked a little bashful about being ignorant of the food. "The little ones are snails. I just love those. The big ones you should know what they are, they are oysters," she said. "Okay, they do look familiar now. The way we eat them is to have a bunch chilled after soaking them for a couple days then we shuck them and eat them out in the yard so we don't make a mess," I said. Next we were served a salad that was tossed next to the table before being scooped onto a plate. With this we were poured a different kind of white wine. Delta was having a great time watching my face each time we were served. She could tell I had not witnessed this type of service before. For our main courses, Delta was served something interesting looking with a good smelling sauce on top. She said it was veal Marsala. They poured her a light pink wine. The waiter brought me a huge steak, steaming hot, along with a baked potato. The wine guy poured me a large wineglass of red wine. This was the first good steak I had had since I left home. It was tender and juicy, the way I liked it. Who ever ordered for me did it perfectly. After our delicious meal, they brought a gooey looking cherry desert that was very odd looking but very good. Neither one of us could eat that much of it but it was very delicious. When we left, we didn't pay anything or sign anything; we just left, strange. The limo drove up when we came out the door then drove us to a neighboring country club. An attendant opened the limo door for us and again I helped Delta out. We went in and again I was told to tell them the reservations were for Charles Johnson. This time when I told the guy at the little front desk my name, he smiled very big and asked us to follow him. We walked into a very lavish looking lounge with a restaurant and were led to a table that had Trish and an older couple sitting there. Trish and the man stood. Trish said, "I wish to present Charles Johnson and of course you know Delta. Chuck, I wish to present my mother, Cecile McPherson and my father George McPherson." I had taken the hand of Trish's Mom and gave her a little bow then I shook hands with her Dad. "Call me George, can I call you Chuck?" he asked. "Yes sir, you sure may," I said. "And you can call me Celle," Trish's Mom said. "Thank you," I smiled. "Okay, now that all that formal stuff is done, let's party," Trish said. George asked, "so this is the guy you went to Florida with on Spring break?" "Yes Daddy, it is. He's the one I told you about who has played on the football team, the basketball team and now is the shortstop on the baseball team," Trish said proudly. "So you're quite the athlete and dating my daughter too?" he said seriously. I was pretty surprised by the remark but noticed Trish acting all proud that this were so. I didn't know I was going out with either one of them since this was actually my first date with Delta. Celle commented, "isn't it nice the way Trish and Delta enjoy and share everything. You know Chuck, these two have been friends since before pre-school. If you go out with one, you go out with both." Delta said while holding my hand, "I don't think Trish and I have really explained our relationship very well to Chuck yet. We are going to have to let him in on it a little at a time so we don't scare him off." "Don't worry Chuck," George said, "these two have always twisted me and Delta's Dad around their little fingers. Just go along for the ride and I'm sure you will have fun." "So how did you like the restaurant Chuck?" Celle asked. "Ah, it was great. The was food delicious," I said. "Did I order for you okay. Was everything fine?" she asked some more. "It was great, the steak was perfect," I said. "Trish tells me your family raises cattle in Florida," George said. "Yes sir, we have a fairly large operation there. We farm about a thousand acres and run about three hundred head of cattle," I bragged. "That is a big farm. I'm sure your folks miss your presence on the farm. Every boy in a farm family is important," George commented. Some music began and Trish wanted the first dance. While we were dancing she explained that Delta was my real date but that she was along for fun too. She told me her Mom and Dad love the idea that she is going out with an athlete with good grades and do not mind that she shares with Delta. I told her I guess I understood but it was all fairly confusing. She just told me to enjoy as her Mom and Dad lived near and loved to entertain her friends. I danced with Delta who seemed very happy tonight. I danced with Trish's Mom too and was surprised that she danced very close and enjoyed being guided around the dance floor. George danced with both the girls as the night progressed. About eleven I told the girls that I shouldn't stay up to late as I had practice Saturday and Sunday. They understood and said we would leave right away. Celle said to me, "would you let my plastic surgeon take a look at your face? He does great things for those who have been injured in car wrecks and the like." When I hesitated, Trish punched me on the arm. "Thank you Mrs. McPherson I would enjoy having help with this. I am concerned that I will be scary to all my friends." "Oh shush Chuck." " Celle said, "looks are not that important. Men seem to get beat up in the looks department pretty often. That's why I have a great plastic surgeon to help out putting a face back together." Delta, Trish and I left in the limo heading back to the dorm. Delta leaned over and said, "I wouldn't let Trish get us a room tonight because I thought you might feel that would be too much all at once. But next time big boy, we are getting a room so we can play." Trish said, "Well next year is our last year so we might get an apartment. That way we could entertain whenever we wanted." "Yeah we could," Delta agreed. "But I want to finish with good grades and if we had an apartment we might want to play too much." "You're probably right Delta," Trish said. "We'll just have to keep studying with Chuck here to make sure we get good grades." At the dorm I helped both dazzling girls out of the Limo then we all went into their parlor. Their parlor was a little bigger and didn't have the seats arranged as well so there wasn't as much privacy. Even without the privacy some of the couples were almost making love on the couches. The three of us sat together and hugged for a while. Delta whispered in my ear, "I'm really horny and wish we could get together." Trish must have been able to hear as she added, "if you think you can have him by herself, your nuts. I get to come along for all the fun. I'm horny too." "Oh my, you two are a guys dream. What in the world are you doing messing around with a freshman. I'm sure you two get many offers every day to go out," I said. Delta was quick to respond, "not really Chuck. Most guys won't approach us for fear we'll turn them down. You're one of the few guys who aren't dumb around us. You at least talk to us and treat us like the ladies we are not." she was laughing loudly disturbing some of the intimate petting going on. "Whatever the reason, you have my attention. Just help me keep from drooling and slobbering when I'm around you two," I laughed. I was rewarded with two very intense, smoldering smiles. "Well let's meet for breakfast and continue this conversation. The atmosphere around here isn't helping any of our conditions." I stood, then pulled both the girls to their feet and headed for the door. I swear one of the couples were actually doing the nasty right out in the open in the parlor. I gave both the girls a hug and a kiss. They looked at each other and giggled. Trish wrapped her arms around me and gave me a blistering kiss. Then Delta kissed me with lots of tongue causing me to almost cum in my pants. "Night Chuck," they said as they got on the elevator. As I passed Susie's dorm, the guy who Misty had been walking with was stumbling out the main door with his shirt open, jacket over his shoulder, working on his pants and belt buckle. Susie came to the door and yelled out at him, "If I catch you in one of these dorm rooms again I will have you expelled and arrested." I had to chuckle, as the girls couldn't get up to their usual stuff with Susie now. She was going to keep them on a short leash. Saturday morning breakfast was unusually loud and rowdy for our dinning hall. Everyone was in a good mood because it was warming nicely outside and looked like it was going to be a nice day. Delta and Trish said they were going shopping with Trish's Mom and would try to catch up with me in the afternoon or perhaps at supper. I had practice at nine in the morning. I got to the locker room at eight, dressed in practice clothes then went for a jog around the field to loosen up. By the second lap several guys doing the same thing joined me. The coach started us off with some infield practice rotating to the batting cage. He wasn't using the machine today. The pitchers all took a couple of batters giving medium speed fat pitches down the middle. The coaches wanted a three-inning scrimmage so he divided us up and let the relief guys do the pitching. For a Saturday morning, it was a spirited practice. A bunch of hard hit grounders came up the middle at me so it made playing that much more fun. When we were done, he rotated the rest of the reserves in and rested a few of us, including me. When I went toward the dugout, I saw Trish's Dad in the stands. There usually is only a hand full of people who watch baseball practice, especially on Saturday so he was easy to recognize. I caught his eye and we gave each other a wave. After a two-minute team meeting with instructions to meet at nine Sunday morning, the coach let us go. When I came out of the locker room, George was standing waiting for me, "Come on, let's get some lunch," he said. He led me to the nearby parking lot where we got in a black two-door Buick hardtop. We went out to his country club and had sandwiches at the outside bar along with a draft for him and a coke for me. "You're pretty good with a glove," he was saying. "Okay, I guess. I've been playing a long time," I said. "So I understand you passed up the baseball draft and a minor league contract," he was digging. "How could I pass up going to college to play baseball," I answered. "College will help me forever, baseball would be a maybe. I'd get drafted into the military anyway so why not go to school instead of playing ball for a almost a year before going to the army for two years. After the army I might not play as well as I did so it would be a maybe." "Good thinking," he smiled. "Not many young men think of their future the way you are." We talked about several topics until he asked if I played golf. When I said that my Dad played but I had not taken the time to learn the game. He invited me to learn the game from him if I wanted. I told him I would get back with him so we could work out a time. After lunch he took me back to campus where I got my books and went to the library. There were not to many of the regulars there on such a nice day. ------- Chapter 11 About five-thirty I was bleary eyed from reading so I packed up and took my books back to the room. Kenny was in the lobby when I was on my way out to eat so he came along with me and we stopped to get Susie on the way. Amazingly Misty didn't even come up in conversation especially after Delta and Trish came bouncing up to out table. They left their purses and went for food. The evening conversation was about Greeks. Seems they had been on a rampage lately, a frat house population raided a sorority house causing a ruckus for the campus Key Stones. Susie asked the girls how come they were not in a sorority. "We almost pledged our freshman year," Delta explained "we went to a couple of rush parties and had settled on the Tri-Delts. At the last interview we went to, they said Trish and I would not be rooming together because we would need to live with an upper-class person so we could learn to be good sisters. That could have been a deal breaker all by itself. Then when we went to a party after the final interview, they were fixing us up with some frat guys who were all hands. Both of us kept pushing them away till the sorority president got us to the side and told us that if we wouldn't be sweet to the frat guys we might as well leave. We did, and are both glad we did. They tried to get us to pledge anyway, as they knew Trish's folks are well off. That bunch is too stuck up for us." Trish added, "when I told my mom what happened she called the national chapter advisor and told them what had happened and she would not be supporting her former sorority any longer." Delta came back with, "we've had a great time just being ourselves. We made the cheer squad our first try and have been a part of all the campus social stuff. We just don't date much. Everyone thinks Trish and I are a couple of lezzies. So we just let them think whatever they want to think and enjoy somebody like Chuck here that wants our company." Kenny asked me if I had been rushed. My answer was easy "when they said it would take fifteen hundred for initiation fees, I laughed. I told them if they would take fifteen hundred weekly payments of a buck we could work something out." I added, "the Tau Kappa Epsilon said that since I was on a sports scholarship, they would find me a sponsor to pay the initiation but I didn't think that would be the right thing to do. I'm glad I turned them down because the first day I talked to the coach that had signed me, he told me that if I took anything from a frat sponsor that I could lose my scholarship." Delta offered, "we have our own group anyway. We're the co-ed GDI's" Everyone but me laughed. Being the freshman I was, "what's a GDI?" Susie swatted at me, "okay kid, we'll teach you." Susie explained amidst everyone else's laughter. "A GDI is a God damned independent." After supper when we walked out of the dinning hall, Trish said that she wanted to take us for a ride. We went to the student dorm parking lot where she unlocked a pretty new four-door Chevrolet Biscayne, a pretty mundane car for a rich chick. Trish got in the driver's seat while Delta opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in the middle of the wide front bench seat. Trish said her Dad had gotten her this car when she came to the university since it would be parked in the school parking lot all the time. She said she used to have a real neat MGTD that had been fun in high school. I didn't know where we were going so I brought up to Trish that her Dad had come to baseball practice and had taken me to lunch. "He told me that he was going to take you out to the country club. Did you play golf?" Trish asked. "Sorry," I said "haven't really played golf before. Your Dad said he would teach me if I wanted to learn though." Delta instructed, "take him up on it. He's a really good scratch golfer. You'll need to play golf for business later. Besides, you're a jock, you'll love to play." We drove to the Northwest part of the city where the upper class folks congregated. All the houses were huge with beautifully landscaped yards and big trees. It all looked rich. We pulled into the front of a huge brick and stone home with a brick driveway that made a circle to the front door. Delta and Trish were out of the car opening the front door with a key instantly. It took me a couple of seconds to catch up with them. By the time I got to the opened door, all I saw was the two of them going around a corner in the huge entryway. I shut the door and followed them through a huge living room then into a very large kitchen. They were reading a note on the kitchen counter. "Mom says there are snacks in the fridge for us along with Cokes and Seven Up," Trish said. We went back to the living where Trish turned on a huge television set. This thing had to be probably twenty-five inches. When the screen came on, I was amazed, it was a color television. I had seen one at Sears and Roebuck the previous year but no one I knew had one. We all sat in front of the TV snuggled together on a couch with me in the middle. Each girl was holding one of my hands. In unison, they lifted my hand and put my arm over their shoulders then snuggled even closer with their free hands playing with my shirt. I was curious, "have you two always ganged up on guys like this?" "Yes and no," Trish said "when we were little, we did our first show and tell with a little neighbor boy together. When we were in grade school we tried kissing with a little boy together. In high school, the boys were all too pushy for us so we picked out a boy who was nice and we had a lot of fun making out with him. We did all kinds of kissing and petting. We almost made him our first but we never got around to it. We were having so much fun doing the stuff we were doing." While Trish was relating this, they both were beginning to rub around gently on my bulging zipper. Delta did a stage whisper, "let's show him what we used to do with Jimmy. I'll go first. You get him ready." Delta stood up and pushed a coffee table away from in front of us then stood and swayed back and forth teasing her blouse buttons. She unbuttoned her blouse completely revealing her white bra beneath. Next she turned and bent over wiggling her skirted bottom at me then stood up, fingered the side fastening and let the skirt fall to the floor revealing her white panties. Delta was giving really good strip tease. Trish was slowly unbuttoning my shirt. After undoing each button she would put a finger inside my shirt raking a fingernail over my chest on top of my T-shirt. Delta let her shirt fall from her shoulders and arms next leaving her in just her bra and panties. She put both hands behind her back and her bra sagged loose under the weight or her good-sized breasts. She let the bra fall to the floor then cupped her breasts, offering them to me. Trish now had my shirt off and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Delta knelt between my legs still in my chinos, leaned over and kissed my tummy and belly button. Trish leaned over kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. Wow, the dual stimulation was hot. Delta raised up and took my hands and put them on her breasts. They felt wonderful so I massaged them and caressed them, feeling their weight, teasing her stiff nipples with my fingers. While I did this, Delta and Trish attacked my belt buckle then the button and zipper of my pants. Within seconds Delta was pulling my pant legs while Trish was pushing my pants waist down. Delta pulled my shoes off then tugged on my pant leg bottoms to finish pulling them off. I was wearing boxers with my boner now stretching the fabric. Trish reached into my shorts and pulled my hard on out while slowly using her clenched hand to rub up and down the length of the shaft. I wasn't going to last long with all this stimulation. Delta looked at Trish and asked while licking her lips, "Should I?" "Do it Delta. The way's he's jerking around he's not going to last long," Trish said that as she lifted my throbbing hard on to Delta's lowering mouth. "Oh my," Delta licked the head of my drooling dick then put her lips around it and lowered her head taking half of me into her mouth till I hit the back of mouth. Delta choked or gagged a little then worked her head back off to flick her tongue all over the head that was still in her mouth. "Delta, watch out, I'm almost there. Hurry get something to catch it," I said quivering, beginning to feel my juices start up my shaft ready to blast. Delta just increased her tonguing and continued to raise and lower her mouth with me in it. "Oh Delta it's coming," I moaned with a lustful emotion. She stayed there continuing to raise and lower her head, licking and sucking every burst of juice into her mouth. When I quit throbbing and began to soften a little, Delta sat up and gave me a big smile then licked her lips grinning, "Ahhh." Trish got up and Delta in only her panties sat beside me. She took my shaft in her hand and gently worked it up and down while kissing me. In front of us Trish was repeating what Delta had done. First a sexy slow unbuttoning of her blouse, then the undoing and dropping of the skirt followed by her blouse. Next off came her white bra revealing another nice set of breasts nearly as large as Delta's. Trish walked up to me and leaned over me putting her hands on the back of the couch on both sides of my head. She lowered a breast to my lips then after I had kissed and sucked the nipple she pulled it from me and put the other into my mouth. Meanwhile, Delta had me completely hard again, already feeling like I would come again soon. Trish pulled her breast from my mouth then stood on the couch taking my head in her hands then rubbing her panty covered pussy all over my face. She slid down till her covered pussy was right on my dick where she rubbed back and forth on it. Next she slid onto the floor taking hold of my now very stiff dick then lowered her head as Delta had done. It was the same, yet different. Trish seemed to just inhale me taking me deeper into her mouth. I could feel her throat close over the head of my dick then sink farther into her. Trish did this only about a minute then I announced that my squirts were eminent. She raised her head until only the head was in her mouth then tongued and sucked me while I pumped another load of my juices into her mouth. This time my dick went from stone hard to fat semi-hard in seconds. Trish pulled her head off still swallowing and grinned at me. She gave an "Ahh" the same as Delta but added, "good stuff." Trish sat on the couch next to me and gave me some nice kisses, "that's what we used to do with Jimmy. At first we used to jack him off and let his stuff fly everywhere. We almost got caught one time while we were cleaning up. We had missed some and Mom found it and was rubbing it between her fingers then sniffed it. She didn't say anything so I guess we got away with it." Delta then added, "One time some of it got on my lips. It didn't taste bad so I licked up some more. Trish wanted to know what it tasted like so she licked up some too. Since it wasn't bad, we thought we would try licking Jimmy to see if he liked it. I licked him about ten seconds and he was shooting his stuff in my mouth, up my nose, in my eyes and hair, just everywhere. The next time I licked him, I put it in my mouth and flicked it. Same thing, he came in seconds only this time it was in my mouth. I liked it so that's how we started doing him all the time." "So who was the lucky guy who got your virginity's," I asked "how did that come about." They both actually blushed, "don't laugh," warned Delta. "Why would I laugh?" I asked seriously. Trish began the story, "we both wanted to do it really bad. We used to sit around masturbating like crazy. There wasn't a day that we didn't finger ourselves into a bunch of orgasms." "I found a fake penis, a dildo, in a trunk of my mothers upstairs in our attic." The next time we were together we played around with it trying to see if we could get it into our pussies," Delta said. "After doing this together almost everyday for a week or so, I took hold of it while it was part way into Trish and pushed. Good thing she was so wet because it would have hurt her even more than it did," Delta added. "Once it was inside of me and the pain of putting it in was gone, it actually felt pretty good. Delta pumped the thing in and out of me and I fingered myself till I had a couple of real good comes. I was a bloody mess down there but I felt good. I was proud that I was not a virgin any more," Trish explained. Delta then frowned and said, "then it was my turn but I was scared because I had seen how bad it hurt Trish." "I told her to get herself hot by twiddling her clit a little. When she was real wet, I gently worked the fake penis into her a little at a time. I kept working it in and out getting it wet so it would go a little deeper. Pretty soon it was buried in her without it hurting or her bleeding at all," Trish was telling me. "It was almost disappointing because I didn't get to feel it tear like Trish did," Delta said. "Anyway it didn't take long till Delta was squirming all over the place having orgasm after orgasm," Trish was saying "now I was jealous." "I must have torn it doing gymnastics when I was little and don't remember it happening. I was kind of like you when I was young, always getting hurt playing sports," Delta smiled. "So did you guys finally get Jimmy's virginity?" I asked. "Nope, the closest he got was to finger us. We let him lick us a couple of times but he didn't get us off. Hot, yes but no orgasms," Trish said. "So when did the two of you start going all the way?" I asked remembering the fun we had spring break and thinking it would be another good story. Trish and Delta looked at each other and softly giggled. They put their arms around me and kissed my cheeks. Delta whispered, "spring break this year." "What?" I asked. Trish then said, "when we went down to Florida with you guys and heard Misty and Cherry bragging how good it was with you, we decided to have you be our first guy. We asked Misty about it and she was fine with sharing. Cherry was the one who was acting jealous. Those two aren't as close as Delta and I." "So that was really both of you guy's first?" I wondered astonished. "Yep and we're about to have some more," said Trish "come on, let's go upstairs to my room. We'll mess up the couch if we play down here." All of us traipsed upstairs in our underwear bottoms. Trish's room was on one end of a hallway while she indicated her folks room was at the other end. Inside her large room was a queen size canopy bed with lace hanging down the sides. Trish turned on a radio station that had some soft classical music playing then went into the bathroom and came out with a couple of towels. Delta and Trish pushed me down sitting on the bed then the both of them pulled off my boxers. Just the little contact that we made had me growing into my usual stiff presentation. The two of them stood back from me beside each other and lowered their panties. They stepped out of them and posed for me, letting me drink in their naked beauty. It was enough that my dick flexed a couple of times and a big drool of pre-cum flowed from the head. The girls came up to me and pushed me onto my back, climbed up on each side of me then started kissing me all over. This time I touched back. While kissing one I would fondle the chest of the other. Then while kissing the other I would let my hand fall to play with the lower curls of the other. I got off the bed and told them to pull themselves up so their heads were lying on the pillows lying next to each other. Standing, I leaned over them kissing each gently while letting my hands wander over their soft skin touching everything I could. I kissed down from their faces and necks to their breasts then to their belly buttons making them squirm a little. I got up on the bed then spread both their legs keeping the legs next to each other trapped between mine while kneeling at their alters of ready pussy. I licked from bottom to clit on one then went to the other to repeat the activity. Going back and forth was exciting them but not getting them close to the desired gut wrenching orgasm I pictured. I got between Trish legs then went after her pussy with my lips and tongue. While sucking on her clit I pushed a finger into her and worked it in and out while rubbing the inside top of her canal. In seconds, Trish was panting, moaning and begging to keep on forever. She quivered and shook then finally screamed holding my head while her juices were pouring out of her. When Trish relaxed she let her hands fall down at her sides groaning that she was done, totally. I got between Delta's legs and reached up to give her some kisses before going for the gold. "My, my don't you taste nice. Trish you taste delicious. We may have to investigate this," Delta laughingly said while licking my damp lips then kissing me. On the way to Delta's pussy I stopped off at her beautiful breasts to kiss and lick them till she was squirming. When I got to her pussy, she was completely soaked. I licked up all the womanly tasting juices till she was squirming around then slipped a finger into her pussy as I had done with Trish then concentrated sucking Delta's clit. A second later Delta was actually screaming. Her pubic bone was mangling my nose she was bouncing so hard while she was trying to pull my head from between her legs. She finally quit screaming and just lay there perfectly still. I raised up and her eyes were closed while her chest heaved trying to fill her lungs with oxygen. I went to her face and kissed her forehead and eyes and ears. Delta slowly opened her eyes, looking at me with an unfocused stare. Slowly recognition returned until she was smiling. "Chuck that was intense. Oh my, that was good. I want more of that every chance I can," Delta said softly. "Hope the neighbors didn't call the cops," Trish said. "Was I that loud?" asked Delta. "Yes you were. My ears are still ringing," Trish chuckled. "Come up here with us Chuck," Trish said pulling at my arm. I crawled up and lay between the two beauties putting an arm under each of the heads pulling them to me. "You did good stuff to us Chuck," Trish said. "That was more than good," Delta agreed. "Glad I could make you two feel as good as you made me feel downstairs," I said. "We have just begun. There is so much more we want to do with you. Hope you stick around with us. We promise to make it worth your while," Trish said. The two girls had discovered my once again raging erection and were gently stroking it together. Thank goodness I was big enough that both could get their hands on it and have enough room to stroke. They were kissing me and whispering. Trish said, "I want to see you squirt your stuff." Delta followed, "How high will it shoot? Will you squirt it up to our boobs or our faces? Think it squirt that far?" They kept whispering nasty expectations and kissing me stroking faster and faster until I raised my hips and blasted. I don't know where it came from but the first squirt shot over our heads landing on the headboard. The next made a stripe across Delta's face, lips and breasts. Another long string of juice did the same to Trish then several smaller squirts hit their breast and tummy's. "Wow, you sure do shoot a lot of that stuff. Glad it isn't inside me today or I'd be making you take a trip to the jewelry store," Trish said licking her lips where the juice had landed. "Me too," Delta agreed while also tasting my squirts "I think I'm probably at the perfect time to conceive. You shot enough that both of us could get knocked up." Trish sat up in bed and looked at Delta and I, "that's what we'll do, we'll do it together. We'll get Chuck all worked up then have him plant a couple of squirts in each of us and we'll get knocked up together." "Oh that's hot Trish. God I'd love to do that," Delta said. "Oh no. We'll do nothing of the sort right now. All of us need to finish school before we start fooling around with Mother Nature. No babies," I begged. Trish pouted but said, "we know but it's hot to talk about stuff like that. We know one guy can't marry two girls but we would like to think we could do it in a way we could get away with it. Wouldn't you want two girls instead of just one Chuck?" "You two?" I asked stunned "what guy wouldn't want you two for himself. You two are gorgeous. You're the best looking two girls in the whole school. Yep, I want you both. I'm on top of the world just to be able to be your friend and your occasional toy. You two can play with me any time you wish." "Let's get cleaned up and go get a snack at my house," Delta said. Trish rolled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom with Delta following. I got up and used the towels we were laying on to wipe off the juice still on me. Trish came out of the bathroom with a wash cloth and cleaned my chest, belly and shrunken dick, gave me a nice kiss then headed back to the bathroom. Delta came out and went to the window and opened it a little. She went to the next window and did the same explaining, "gotta get some fresh air in here. Smells really good in here but I don't think Trish's folks would appreciate the smell meandering down the hall." I copied Delta putting my shorts back on while she pulled up her panties. She straightened out the bed then took the towels into the bathroom. Trish came out of the bathroom pulled her panties on then we all left Trish's bedroom, shutting the radio and light off and closing the door. Down stairs we put our clothes back on then Delta headed to the kitchen with Trish following telling me to follow them. We went out the back door, around a pool and followed a walkway to the back fence, through a gate then another walkway, past another pool then into a house behind Trish's. "Mom, I'm here with company," Delta yelled. You could hear Delta's Mom exclaim, "oh damn." But then came, "well make yourselves a snack and let me get something on and I'll be down." Delta opened the fridge then started pulling lunch meats, cheeses, lettuce, pickles, mayonnaise, ketchup, and mustard putting it all on the counter. Trish was pulling bread rolls out of a cupboard then found some paper plates and napkins in another. Delta told me to make myself a couple of sandwiches and sit at the table. I made up a couple of Dagwood style sandwiches with everything on them then sat at the table. Delta handed Trish and me a new style of twelve-ounce bottle of coke then sat with us. We were just starting to eat when Delta's mom came in the kitchen. She had on a flowing opaque dressing gown or robe or something. It was filmy and lacy but I was disappointed because you couldn't see through it. I stood and said, "good to see you Mrs. Hawthorne." She smiled at me and I know she knew how I was looking at her because she winked at me and said, "I'm still Carol, just remember that," and sat in a spare chair "so what are you three up to anyway on this Saturday night." I blushed. Carol saw it and grinned but the girls didn't catch it. "I wanted to show Chuck my house," Trish said. "Especially while your Mom and Dad are out for the evening," Carol laughed. "It was kind of spur of the moment. I told Mom we might stop by but I really didn't know for sure," Trish answered. "I saw the light on in your bedroom, so I figured you had stopped by. I wondered if you would come over since you two are always together," Carol said "what do you think of these two Chuck now that you've known them a little while. Have you seen one without the other yet?" I thought really hard about the question, "you're right. I don't think I have." "It used to be difficult to separate them to go to bed at night. One of them would have to go home and neither of them ever wanted to leave the other. They would come back to their rooms then talk on the phone for an hour. I'm surprised they made it to school from lack of sleep," Carol said. "Well now it's not a problem Mom," Delta said "since we room together we actually get more sleep now." "I still don't know why you guys need to be in a dorm on campus if you're not in a sorority. You could have all the luxuries of home and still be only minutes from school," Carol lamented. "You just want company is all," Delta said softly "tell Daddy to quit traveling so much or to take you along with him." "Oh he asks me to go with him every time he leaves but he would be distracted if he had to worry about me going with him," Carol said. "If he didn't want you with him, he wouldn't ask. You know how lonely he is when he travels. Neither one of you need to be lonely. Go with him. He'll tell you, he really wants you to travel with him. Mom, I can't tell you how many times he's told me how he wants you to come with him. Just do it. If it gets to be too much then you can stop or only go sometimes," Delta was instructing her Mom. We had finished eating and Delta was cleaning up the table, "guess we should get back to the dorm before they lock it up." "What's the hurry. It's Saturday night, date night. You and Trish never stay out late do you?" Carol asked. "We need our beauty sleep Mom. We're in school so we are supposed to go to class, study and get plenty of rest so we can get good grades," Delta said. "Right, all that and tease poor Chuck out of his mind all the time, I'm sure," Carol scoffed. "We don't tease Mrs. Hawthorne," Trish said. "Oh you don't do you. Just what do you do different than you used to do with poor little Jimmy?" Carol asked. "We didn't tease Jimmy. He was our friend and happy to be around us," Trish said "besides, it's fun to tease a little. We like to see guys drooling over us. That's why we picked up Chuck. He's young, impressionable and trainable." Both Trish and Delta laughed. "Nice to see you again Chuck. Hope that next time Dan will be here so you can see him too," Carol said offering me her hand. "I'm happy to see you again too Carol," I answered. "Come back, don't be a stranger," Carol said not wanting to let go of my hand. We left and retraced out steps through the yards, then into the Trish's kitchen. She opened the fridge and said, "Now let's get some of this stuff to take back with us for desert." There were three different kinds of gooey pies in the fridge. None of them could be cut to take a piece and hold it. They would all get soft quickly and flow out of a paper plate so we decided to eat what we wanted right there before we left. We each had a couple pieces of pie and a glass of milk. We cleaned up, leaving the dirty dishes in the sink, locked up and left, driving back to campus. We actually got back about eleven then sat for a while in the parlor discussing what we might do Sunday. I said I would not be able to go to the early church service as we had baseball practice at nine. I could probably go with them if they decided to go at noon. It was decided that they wouldn't go to church but would take clothes home and use the washer and dryers there to do their laundry. They told me to give them my dirty stuff after breakfast and they would do it for me instead of me paying to have it done. We had a cuddle and kiss then I went back to my room and crashed. My roomy wasn't in so it must have meant he was either on a big date or getting lucky. ------- Chapter 12 At seven-thirty I was shaved and showered, standing in the lobby of Delta and Trish's dorm. They came down in jeans and we went to breakfast where there was a pretty big contingent of our regulars. Misty and Cherry even showed up but stayed pretty far away from me. Oh well. After breakfast I gave the girls my stuff wrapped up in my sheets. I helped them carry everything to Trish's car then walked over to the locker room. I got ready and went out to jog and warm up. A couple of guys were already there and as soon as I was warmed up, I cornered the batting coach for some instruction and inspiration. He worked on my stance and my swing. Seems he noticed I was not swinging level but always trying to lift the ball. I did lift it, right into an outfielder's glove. He bugged me about stepping into the ball as I usually was on my toes when I hit. I did about an hour with him and got a promise out of him to work with me some more the coming week. The rest of practice was pretty mellow. We finished closer to one than before noon so I was glad I had not promised anyone that I would go to church with them. I walked back to the dinning hall to find Delta and Trish sitting with Misty and Cherry. They seemed to be getting along but Misty acted skittish as soon as I came over with my tray. "We'll go," Misty said beginning to stand. "Did I forget my deodorant?" I said grinning. Cherry said, "we know you're mad at us, so we'll leave." "Cherry, Misty, I'm not mad at you guys," I said hurriedly. "You guys can do anything you want to do. We were friends and I hope we can stay friends. We don't have leashes on each other and we don't control each other. Please stay and eat with us. I would enjoy that." They sat back down and we all ate talking about classes and stuff that was going on. When I was finished, I told everyone that I needed to go to the library and study as I had a paper to write plus some research for another paper. The four girls all wanted to come too so we left to get ready. I went with the Delta and Trish to the parking lot to get my laundry from Trish's car. After putting my clean clothes away, I grabbed my study stuff and headed out. I stopped by the dorm next door to see if Misty and Cherry were ready. They were sitting in the lobby and got very excited that I had stopped for them. We went as a group to get Delta and Trish then walked to the library. Three hours later we were all tired of the books and decided to go get something to eat. The choices were usually the student union, Macdonald's, Burger Chef, or if we had enough money, a pizza. We decided to pool our cash and get pizza. Hell yes, I'd saved a couple of bucks on laundry and tomorrow I would get my allowance so let's go. The pizzas were big and good. The price was right too. We ate our fill, which meant we scraped the platter then headed back to campus. I walked Delta and Trish into the lobby and got a kiss and hug from each along with the promise to meet me for breakfast then went back out to where Misty and Cherry were waiting to walk them to their dorm. I walked in with them and they pulled me into the parlor and sat me on their favorite loveseat. They sat beside me each hugging an arm. "Chuck, I'm sorry I'm so flighty and squirrelly," Misty said "I know I had no right to be jealous of you while I was mooning over some other guy. I just didn't want to give you up while I tried out or found out about somebody else." Cherry was sort of kneeling on the loveseat facing me, "that didn't come out right Misty. She's really trying to say that she wants to check out what's on the menu without having to commit to someone else while she stays hooked up with you. I think that's what she means." Misty was looking down and shaking her head, "you're always such a gentleman Chuck. You always treat Cherry and I really nice and try to make us feel good. You are always fun to be with and you influence us to study regularly and generally be good people. Please forgive me for wanting to go out with someone else. I know that's what broke you and Sarah up and then I went and did it too." Cherry tugged my arm, "we didn't play with the guy. We almost did but Susie came in the room and threw him out. Now he's afraid to even come around. Susie said we were going to be watched and she would make sure we didn't have anyone come into our room again. Sorry you can't come in so we could show you that we missed you." She leaned over and gave me a very nice kiss while letting her hand wander down to my zipper. "It's my fault, Chuck," Misty said "I got hot pants for that guy and wanted to try him out. That's the truth of it. I'm like that sometimes. I've never denied myself much so I've been spoiled. Most guys seem to fall at my feet, willing to do anything for me if I'll go with him. You're different though. You tell me off when I act stupid. I'm glad you did. It woke me up." Misty didn't kiss me but hugged my arm and lay her head on my shoulder for a minute then got up, "well time for bed. Another crazy day tomorrow." When I got up to leave, Cherry gave me another toe curler then left through the alcove. Misty said, "hold me a second, give me a hug, okay?" I wrapped my arms around Misty and held her to me gently. She hugged me back firmly then turned her head to look me in the eye, "I really do like you a lot. I'll try to be better about the way I act, I promise." She gave me a soft, slow kiss with a ton of meaning. "Night Chuck." "Night Misty." Breakfast the next day was loud and rowdy again. A welcome revelry to start the new week with. When everyone is happy like that, it starts the day great. Trish walked a little way with me on my way to class, "want a real meal tonight?" She asked. "And what would a real meal be?" I answered with a question. "One of mom's home cooked pans of lasagna," Trish grinned "she called this morning and asked us to come for dinner if you want. She's got a thing for you, you know. Better watch out or dad's going to be jealous." "Dinner sounds great and I don't think your dad has anything to worry about. I don't think I'm your mom's type," I laughed. Trish laughed with me but adding, "it's not just my mom. Delta's mother and my mom are in some kind of friendly competition to see which daughter lands you." "Lands me?" I questioned. "You know how parents all think the reason girls go to school is to get their M.R.S. degree," Trish was chuckling "they think Delta and I should make you a prime target." "Why do I get the impression that you and Delta don't feel like making me marriage material at this point in your life," I said laughing equally. Trish looked at me seriously, squinted at me and said, "we both like you a lot. But you're a freshman and we are juniors. We're probably going to be long gone before you are halfway through. That's not going to work very well. Delta and I have talked about this a lot and feel all of us are too young to talk about a permanent relationship. We want us three to be buddies without any strings attached. We both know you may or may not have a relationship with Misty and perhaps Cherry too and then there is the amazon Sarah if she comes back to school. So how about we just enjoy each other and not let any of this get too serious. Can you do that?" "Trish, you and Delta are really special to me. If I had to choose between you two right now, I would be stumped. If either of you told me that we had to get married, I'd be finding a way to buy a ring. You two are one of the best things to ever happen to me. I value your friendship and want us to stay close. Do I love you two, damn right? Do I want to get married already? Hell no, I'm too young and dumb to be a husband yet. I'm with you, let's just keep having fun and enjoy each other." "You'll never have to choose between us. I think we are a package deal," she said with a smile in her voice. Trish and Delta were not very demonstrative in public but Trish wrapped herself around me and gave me a kiss that made me dizzy. "So are you coming to supper?" she said panting a little. "Wouldn't miss it. See you guys after practice," I said and staggered off to my class. Practice was intense, as there was a game tomorrow. We were going to have simultaneous junior varsity and varsity games so we were being divided up to play at whatever levels the coaches decided. The assistant manager told me to be ready to play on the JV team. Five minutes later the coach/manager told me that he wanted me to be a reserve on the varsity. The assistant manager/coach was standing right there and gave me a dirty look. Personally I would rather go with the JV, as there I would play instead of riding the pine. I couldn't say anything so I just shrugged and went out to warm up. That's why it's best to have the JV game first then the varsity game. If they want to use you in the varsity they can but at least you get some game experience as well as game fun with the JV. Practice ended up being pretty much what the game was going to be. I had batting practice then some light fielding practice. After that I got to sit and watch the varsity work out on the main field and see the JV having a good time practicing on the other field. Since I had not worked up much of a sweat, I changed into my street clothes and jogged back to the dorm where I showered, shaved and put on some fresh clothes and shined my shoes. In anticipation of getting some studying done, I packed my books and study materials in my backpack and went to the girl's dorm. Trish and Delta were waiting for me in the lobby also carrying their books. We walked to the dorm parking lot to get the car. Trish drove the short distance to her home. When we walked in Trish's house, the smell of garlic and Italian spices made me weak in the knees. We walked through the house to the kitchen then watched Delta dart out the back door to go to her home. Trish's mom, Cecile was happy to see us and gave Trish and I a hug. She advised that George, Trish's Dad, should be home within twenty to thirty minutes so we would eat then. Cecile said that we could set the big table and for me to open a few bottles of wine to let them breath. "Breath?" I asked. Cecile replied, "with good wine, especially reds, you should open them and let them breath or air out before serving them. Oh, and Chuck, be sure to sniff the cork to make sure the wine hasn't turned." "Turned?" again I was perplexed. "Oh you know," Cecile said "turned to vinegar. Some times wine will not set correctly and turns to vinegar." Trish was grinning at me, as she understood that as a farm boy from out in the country, I wasn't familiar with wines and what to do with them. She just said, "you'll learn in time." Trish showed me how to use a very neat corkscrew. It had handles on it that you pulled down on after you had screwed the screw into the cork. The contraption lifted the cork out easily and in one piece. Delta came through the door with her mom and dad, Carol and Dan Hawthorne, carrying two more bottles of wine. They all exchanged hugs and kisses including me except all I got was a handshake from Dan. Dan poured some of the wine I had opened and gave everyone a glass saying we needed to toast our first dinner with the girl's new guy. They all laughed and raised their glasses to me. Delta came over to me and hugged my arm, which prompted Trish to do the same on the other side. Carol was shaking her head and commented, "those two are going to keep you busy. I think you have more than two hands full trying to keep up with them." Cecile added, "he doesn't seem to mind being around two of cutest girls in school does he?" "Every guys dream," Dan Said. George McPherson, Trish's dad walked in the back door and gave Cecile a hug and kiss then did the same with Trish and Carol. He gave Dan a handshake then stuck his hand out to me, "good to see you again Chuck. Seems as soon as Celle knew I was going to be in town today she gathered everybody for one her parties." Turning to Dan he said, "pour me a glass of that Dan, I'm ready." George came over to me and kind of pushed me towards Dan. When we three were all together George said, "Dan and I are going to have some fun with the girls. It's about you. Hope it isn't too much for you. We did some research on you and thought it would be fun to tease the girls a little and let their Mom's know all about you. We aren't going to say anything bad about you so don't worry about us embarrassing you. Just go along with us and watch the girls squirm, okay?" I just smiled and nodded which got me a slap on the back by each of them. Carol, Trish and Delta were helping Cecile by getting salads ready putting various breads on the table. Cecile pulled a huge tray from the oven full of steaming lasagna that was at least three inches high. She told us all to go wash our hands and be seated, as dinner was ready. The two girls and I went to the kitchen powder room and crowded around the small sink. When I am in close contact with the two beauties, I'm nearly overcome with their scents and their beauty. It is overpowering. I came out of the little bathroom shaking my head to clear it. Cecile was watching me grinning. She winked at me and told me to go sit. The girls and I sat on one side of the table while Delta's mom and dad sat on the other. The ends of the table had Trish's mom and dad presiding. White wine had appeared in our wineglasses on the table with the salad. The Italian dressing was over lettuce that had been sprinkled with grated Parmesan cheese making even the salad a taste treat. The girls cleared the salad bowls and plates as soon as we were all finished then started serving us plates of lasagna, again sprinkled with Parmesan cheese with some tomato sauce pooled around the chunk of lasagna. Next they brought in smaller plates that had a few stalks of asparagus, a couple pieces of broccoli, a couple pieces of cauliflower, and some long string beans all covered with a creamy sauce. When that was done the girls brought in new glasses then poured everyone a pale red wine. Delta commented to her dad that she was glad he brought the two bottles, as we would need them. "Don't be shy honey," Cecile said "eat up and remember that seconds and thirds are required." "If I didn't travel and have to eat plain food away from home, I'd weigh three hundred pounds," George said gesturing toward Cecile "she loves to cook and loves to watch people eat her food." I ate everything on my plate then ate a second then third plate full complete with more vegetables and Italian bread. The wine was making me hungrier I think or maybe just less inhibited. That is any inhibitions I may have had caused by eating at someone's home. After everyone was stuffed, the dishes were cleared and the girls once again were serving us. This time they brought out coffee. We were all sitting in the afterglow of a great meal when George opened with, "you all may wonder why we called this meeting." Trish groaned, "oh no, now we're in for it." Delta then moaned with her, "jeez, they are going to do it Trish, look out." The girls were both blushing but patting my hands that were on the table in front of me. Dan grinned at the girls, "you know George and I have an interest in the welfare of you two girls. Because we care for the two of you so much, we decided to find out a little more about Mr. Johnson here. Tell them what we know George." George took a small notebook from his pocket, flipped it open and began, "first, Charles Lee Johnson isn't a Florida native, he's a Texan, or at least was born in Texas. His folks moved to Florida in 1946 when the war was over. Chuck's Dad was a rancher in Texas before the war but wanted to have a better growing season so he chose Florida. Seems Lee Johnson, Chuck's Dad, has done well down there. He has some groves, oranges and grapefruit but mostly lemons, he also raises vegetables and his late fall or winter crop is strawberries. According to the locals, the Johnson farm and ranch raises beef stock and have cows for milk. They raise their own grain and hay for their stock too. Lee must be a good businessman as well as farmer." Dan had a similar notebook and said, "the first Chuck here made any waves in his community was playing baseball. At his grade school, what we call junior high here, he was a star infielder with a pretty good bat. Then in high school he continued to be a baseball standout until he graduated. He was solicited to be in the baseball draft this past year but passed it up to go to college." George's turn, "Chuck came here to school on a scholarship. He came on an athletic scholarship that was not baseball. While in high school, Chuck was a pretty good basketball player. He was good enough to be recruited by several schools. One Florida school offered Chuck a full ride but he didn't' want to go to Miami. One of his favorite Florida schools offered tuition assistance but not a full scholarship. That's how Chuck came here. According to Chuck's high school coach, Chuck was easy to work with, easy to coach and always gave everything he had for the team." Dan flipped another page of his notebook and continued, "I think it is worth commenting that Chuck graduated third in his class. The first and second in his class are now in Harvard on full academic scholarships. Chuck was also offered an academic scholarship from the University of Florida but again it did not include housing." George then said while studying his notebook, "here's something I bet you two don't know, Chuck wanted to come here as a music major." The girls' mouth dropped open and they turned to look at me. "Yes sir," George continued "Chuck is not only a drummer or percussionists, but he plays piano, guitar and according to some, just about any instrument that comes along. Seems that during high school Chuck earned money playing in a couple of different bands. He played in a group called the "Melody Four" which played older dance music. Then there was the group called the "Balers" that played pure country. Last is the group that was very popular till Chuck moved here, "The Dawn Capris." This group played rock 'n roll and top 40 music. Dan and I even were able to get a copy of an album the Dawn Capris recorded last year. We were also able to find a radio station that had a couple of 45 releases from the Balers. We'll have to have Chuck play for us." Trish spoke up, "we know Chuck's a musician. When we stopped at his house his whole family played for us. We didn't really know he was in a band that had recorded. He didn't tell us that." The girls were now holding my hands below the table squeezing them and smiling at me with every revelation their Dad's were making. It was Dan's turn, "now the bad stuff." Dan had taken out a pair of glasses and put them on. He had them perched way down on his nose. He was looking over the top of his glasses at us when he continued, "Chuck here is fast. That worries George and I. We might be a little afraid of a guy that's too fast with our girls." Dan looked directly at me and smiled to relax me, "let's see, Chuck was stopped for driving thirty miles an hour over the speed limit a while back but was never ticketed. The state trooper, who is also a neighbor of Chuck 's, couldn't put anything on Chuck's license because he was only thirteen and didn't have a license yet. He was also warned several times before he was sixteen to drive slower on his motorcycle as well as in his old cars. When Chuck finally did get a full license at sixteen it took him a whole week before he got his first ticket for speeding. He got another two months later. Amazingly he hasn't had anymore tickets. It probably had something to do with his dad not letting him drive for anything other than farm work for a couple of months." George then said, "we checked with the University and found out Chuck has had perfect attendance and has perfect grades his first semester here." "So girls," Dan said, "do you know a little more about this kid you're dragging around?" George was grinning, "should we give Chuck the run down on you two now?" "You better not Daddy. Chuck might run away from us if you do," Trish said. Delta squeezed my arm and said, "I'm sorry Chuck. They always try to embarrass us with their knowledge of everyone we do anything with. I should have warned you about them." "Well you two sure did do your homework," Cecile said reaching over to pat Carol's hand. "Makes you wonder doesn't it Celle?" Carol said "both of them are traveling around the country doing business all over the place but still have time to track down all that knowledge about someone. How do they do that." I was smiling, "I'll tell you how they did it. They talked to my Dad. He's the one that knows all about my bad driving and the restriction he put on me. That wasn't public knowledge so it had to be him. He would fit in with your dads very well. Always way ahead of me." "So Chuck," Dan was looking at me with questioning look, "just what are intentions with my daughter, or should that be our daughters." Both the girls exclaimed, "Daddy!" George said with a down home Texas drawl, "we do want to know. Is he gonna jus' cut one of you heifers out for his own or is he gonna rustle both of you?" Everyone laughed at that with Delta speaking up, "Trish and I have another year in school. Chuck has three more years even if he says he can finish in two more. None of us are ready to make in any permanent long-term plans. We're all just good friends having a great time together. That's what we have and that's what we want for right now." I was nodding my head in agreement. When Carol spoke up, "well you two should think long term here and perhaps make Chuck an offer he can't refuse." "Mom! What are you saying," Delta exclaimed. "We're just saying you two don't date very much and since Chuck is such a nice boy, you should help him think of you for his future," Cecile said. "Ladies!" George exclaimed "leave the kids be. They seem to have good heads on their shoulders. Don't muddy up the works for poor Chuck. All you two have to do is keep feeding this kid the way you did tonight and he'll stick around long enough for all of them to make up their minds." "We don't want to ruin a potential golf buddy before we even get to teach him how to play. Have a good time and enjoy yourselves," Dan said then looking at me with a stern look, "just don't have too good a time. There are no mulligans with our daughters. "I promise to be good," I said smiling. "I'll bet you will be good," Carol said under her breath. "Mom! Stop that," Delta said loudly. "We need to study so we either study here after we clean up or we clean up and go to the library. What do you want to do?" I asked getting ready to stand. Trish answered standing up; "lets clean up real quick then study here for a while." Thirty minutes later, while the parents were enjoying some after dinner port, the three of us had everything washed and put away. We grabbed our stuff and spread out on the kitchen table. We worked for little over two hours then it seemed as if we all reached our limit for the evening as we all pushed back from the table at once. "Whew, I'm done. That's enough for right now. The only thing I have left is another chapter for history. I can do that at the dorm before bed," I said standing, stretching. The girls were putting their stuff away when Cecile came in the kitchen. "Chuck how about I fix some desert. While I'm doing that Trish will show you our piano. Maybe you could play something for us." "Oh Mom, Chuck doesn't want to play for us," Trish said. Carol walked into the kitchen listening to the conversation, "come on Chuck, play one of the tunes you recorded. I like country so you could play one of your country tunes." "You're not going to get out of it Chuck, might as well do it," Delta said "Come on Trish, let's show him your music room." We went through the living room to a large room with several couches and big chairs with ottomans. The walls had tons of books on shelves. In the middle of the room was a beautiful grand piano, a full size Steinway. Trish opened the lid on the soundboard then flipped up the keyboard cover. She pulled out the bench then sat on it and pulled me down to sit next to her. "Move over," Delta said and sat on the other side of me. You can't do anything with one without the other being right there. I gently played a few full cords to hear the sound quality of the piano; it was beautiful. I had grown up learning how to play on an ancient upright piano that you could play rolls of music on. You pumped with your feet and the piano read the punched out holes in the rolls and played. The sound quality for that piano was less than good. I was trying to remember some of the music that we had played so regularly less than nine months before. The first thing that came to mind was a Hank Williams's country song; "I'm sending you a big bouquet of roses." As soon as I had played the entrance through Carol and Cecile came running in saying, "play that again." I played as the two ladies sang and their daughters rolled their eyes. When that was done and the two men had joined us with drinks in their hands, I told the girls, "here's a boogie just for you." I did the heavy base beat with my left hand then did the traditional boogie with the right. Trish scooted around and pushed my right hand out of the way and picked up where I had been but with two hands. Delta was giggling as she pushed my left hand off the keys and started up keeping the same base line going. I tried to join whenever I could get a hand in until we all broke up in laughter. "Now I've learned something about you two," I said reaching around and hugging them both at the same time. "We used to do this for hours at a time," Trish said "When my mom couldn't stand it anymore we would just go to Delta's and play there." "Play something from your Dawn Capri band," Trish asked. My mind was blank but looked out the window at the pool and patio then had an inspiration. I did the five-cord intro then began playing and singing, "Splish, splash I was taking a bath, long about a Saturday night." Before I got to 'bath' the other six people in the room were singing along to the Bobby Darien classic. I played and sang "Harbor Lights" accompanied by all then said it was time for me to get back to the dorm. I shook hands with the dads, got hugs from the moms then we were sent off with a wrapped up piece of pie and a wooden picnic fork for each of us. The girls were in a good mood and gave me some serious smooching before I left them to finish my history chapter and go to bed. ------- Chapter 13 Breakfast was loud and rowdy. It was only Tuesday but felt like Friday, time to party. Reality sunk in and everyone settled down to eat breakfast then go to classes. I needed to hustle through the day including lunch as I needed to be at the baseball field early to warm up in case I was called on to play. Shouldn't have bothered. I did pinch hit in bottom of ninth. I got a decent single but it didn't help as no one drove me in. We lost 7 to 2, bummer. Supper and library were normal with a little conversation with Misty and Cherry. I said goodnight to all by nine-thirty and was asleep my ten. I was bushed from doing nothing. Spring flew by. Spring football practice was a physical drain as the coaches were pushing everyone to stay in "football" shape. The receiver's coach was all over me, as I had not gained any significant weight since the end of the season. He said he would give the cafeteria a diet for me so I would put on some pounds. He also wanted me to come to the weight room five days a week. This was going to be tough. I finished the semester with all near perfect grades again and immediately signed up for the long and short summer sessions. I could take nine hours the longer session and one five-hour course for the short session. This would be like an entire semester accomplished. My Dad sent some money so I could take a train or bus home for the two weeks before summer school started. As I was researching a bus schedule before breakfast my last day of finals, Trish wanted to know what was up. I explained that I wanted to go home for a week before summer session. She looked thoughtful for a few minutes and told me to wait there for a few minutes. She was gone about ten minutes and came back with Delta. "Want some company?" Trish asked. "For what?" I asked. "For when you go home," Delta said. "Dad said we can use the car and drive there. That will save the bus fare plus we can all drive so we can go straight through." Trish was saying. "You guys can't go without me so we will have three drivers," Delta exclaimed. We excitedly ate our breakfast making plans for the trip. We three agreed to meet for lunch. They each had a final in the early afternoon so we tentatively planned to leave when they were through. I asked how they were going to handle cleaning out their dorm room because of summer. They just laughed, "Dummy, you're going to be here for the summer so we're going to take classes too so we're just keeping our room." At lunch we finalized everything. I checked with the dorm supervisor and told him that I would be gone a week but be back for the summer session. He said I might have to move as they usually painted over the summer time but not to worry. If they had to they would just move my stuff for me. I cleaned up the room so it would be easy to move everything if I had to then packed my duffel bag. The girls were ready by three and we were on the road by three-thirty. We drove till about nine then I was instructed to pull into a motor court that had an electric sign flashing vacancy. I signed for one of the tiny cabins and found a place to eat nearby. We had supper then were sound asleep after enjoying each other by eleven. The next day we drove till we were near Panama City. The girls wanted to detour there for a night so we drove out to the beach on the inter-coastal island to find a room at a small motel. We played on the beach for a little while, had a Florida seafood dinner then enjoyed each other till I couldn't any more. We arrived at the farm around noon, just in time for lunch. My brothers were ogling the girls in their short shorts and halters. My Dad stared along with them but looked away quickly when he caught the raised eyebrow of Mom. My Mom made a fuss over my face scars. My sisters were all teasing that I would be looking like Frankenstein while my brothers were saying how rugged they made me look. Dad said that with my scars I could pretend to be a rodeo bull rider. Delta and Trish found out what it was like to put up hay in the humid ninety-degree plus summer heat of Florida. We only did about five hundred bales but it was hard, hot, dirty work. Dad had plenty of hired help but he always wanted us boys to be in the middle of whatever was going on. I taught the girls to stack the hay on the wagons and to watch out as some of the guys tried to show off by throwing the seventy-five to eighty pound bales at them. By noon the first day the girls were covered with scratches and tiny cuts from the hay. Mom and my sisters got some jeans and long sleeve shirts on them and then they were a lot better off. The girls and I took a tractor to one of the fields that needed to be turned over. I showed them how the plow worked and we did most of the field before we came in. Trish got a kick out of squirting milk at a cat's mouth. Delta finally figured out how to make the teat squirt the milk into the bucket but her hands tired very quickly. On Saturday night I fired up my old car and took the girls to the VFW hall in town that featured a band for dancing. They were amazed to see how anyone tall enough who could reach the bar could get a mixed drink or beer. Beer was a quarter and a mixed drink was thirty-five cents so you couldn't afford to drink too much. They had a great time dancing to all the country music. I was the envy of all my old friends who came up to be introduced to my two beauties. After the dance we went to the "Eating Place." The little restaurant had a name like "Julie's" or "Pete's" or something but everyone knew the joint as the "Eating Place." We had a greasy breakfast then were home by one in the morning. This is really late for folks who get back up before five to do chores. Mom wanted to take me into town to get some new clothes for the coming school year. I told her that I had saved everything they had been sending me and could probably buy stuff cheaper in the city. She agreed and gave me an extra two hundred for clothes and necessities saying that the strawberries, vegetables, lemons and oranges had brought a good price this year. She said they would be shipping about two hundred head of stock soon so I could expect a little more help this coming year. The vacation was over so we headed back early giving us plenty of time to get back. On the way up through Georgia, there are outlets for everything. We stopped and bought some men's pants, shirts and socks, ladies blouses, some sheets and towels for my dorm room. I stocked up on both lightweight and winter clothes. I even found a great heavy coat for a really cheap price so all I still needed was a couple pair of shoes. I had figured on some new soles and heels for what I had as they were still in good shape but thought another pair of loafers would be good. We spent two nights in motor courts going back to school, catching up on some loving. The girls and I were very happy being together. We were looking forward to getting back to the routine at school. Summer session was going to be intense. Most classes were all morning, all afternoon, or all evening. My two were going to be morning and afternoon, three hours each. Surprisingly, I was told the homework was not going to be as intense as it could have been. The Profs for these classes were all supposedly experienced dedicated teaching professionals that enjoyed the students who wanted to learn. My schedule was going to be a little busy, as after supper I would have to go to the weight room for an hour each day. I could take care of my running to and from the sports complex. After the supervised lifting, I could go straight to the library to join the girls studying. There was still a few days before the session so we decided to enjoy the country club where their folks were members. The first day at the club the girls took me to the golf pro shop to introduce me to the resident golf pro. Delta bounced up to a forty or so muscular guy and gave him a hug. Trish followed doing the same. Delta said, "Terry, this is a special friend of ours and needs your help." "And what kind of help does he need girls?" Terry asked in his deep voice. "Chuck needs to learn how to play golf. He hasn't played before and you are the man to teach him," Trish said. "So how much time can you devote to learning Chuck?" Terry asked smiling at the enthusiasm of the girls. "All of this week, sir," I answered thinking that I could learn this easy looking game fairly fast. Terry burst out laughing, "A week? Chuck there is tour pros taking daily lessons even after playing over twenty years. It might take a little longer than a week." I was a little confused as my Dad played, not well, but he seemed to compete with his friends and he only played once or twice a month. "I'm in school sir so I only have this week between sessions. Could you teach me the basics so I could play some with Delta and Trish's Fathers?" I asked sincerely. "Tell you what," Terry said with a big smile "girls go get your clubs and each of you grab a bucket of balls. Chuck come with me and let's see if we can fit you with some of our clubs then we'll go out to the range and I'll show you a little bit about golf." Twenty minutes later after carrying my new used clubs and the pros huge bag out to the range, Terry was showing me how to hold the driver and how to stand at the tee. He showed me how to go way back with the club, then how to use my body to get more power on the down stroke then to follow through with the club so the ball would go straight. I topped the first ball and it went about ten yards. After he showed me to present the clubface to the ball a couple of times, I tried again. This time the ball took off on a fairly low trajectory and hit the three hundred-yard sign. I wasn't aiming at it; I just whacked the ball. I hit five more about the same trying not to overpower the ball but to just hit it square. Terry told me try to make the ball go farther by hitting it harder. I didn't do all the good stuff I had just been taught and practiced and hit the ball so that it went at a little higher trajectory but curved out to the right almost at a ninety degree angle. "That was a slice Chuck. You didn't present yourself to the tee the same as you had been and you didn't use your hips with the swing and you forgot to follow through. You were driving really well for a new guy till you quit using your good swing. Try it again but think about each of the steps you were doing before." Terry was very considerate the way he was instructing. I went through each of the steps I had been using but swung as hard as I could, keeping in mind to follow through with the club. The ball sailed over the three hundred-yard markers bouncing to the four hundred-yard marker but not in as straight of a trajectory as the other ones. "Chuck that was great. Not many guys will ever hit four hundred yards consistently. You may be another Ben Hogan in the making. Lets try some of these irons and I'll show you how they are each different," Terry said with some enthusiasm. We went through each club with him telling me how they were different and what they were used for. I was astounded with how much there was to learn and told Terry, "I can't believe there is so much to this and all you have shown me is just a little. I wonder when my Dad had to time to learn all this?" "How long do you think your Dad has been playing?" Terry asked. "Probably twenty-five years, maybe more," I said. "There you go. If he had one lesson a year that would be twenty-five to thirty lessons plus he would have learned from the other players he played with. Experience and practice is what any sport requires. Do you play sports?" Terry asked. Before I could answer Trish came up to us and exclaimed, "he's on an athletic scholarship and plays football, basketball and baseball. He even made the varsity football and basketball teams his first year. Did you go to any of the games last year?" "Actually all the football games and a couple of the basketball games," Terry answered "what position did you play?" "Tight end, but I only started one game. The rest of the time I was used for situational plays," I said thinking that would be it. "Are you the kid that started wearing gloves?" Terry asked. "Yes, but only when it was really cold. I wore them so I could feel my hands," I said apologetically. "That was very smart to start that. You were the one who did all that blocking for Adrian Williams. I saw you catch some passes too. You're pretty good. What position do you play in basketball?" Terry asked getting excited. "Guard, not point guard but usually on the right side where a shooting guard plays but I didn't start as I was only a freshman," I answered. "How about that guard who made all those shots from the corner. He was deadly," Terry said. I blushed and Delta put her arm around my shoulders and said, "that's our Chuck. His percentage from the corner is awesome." "So you're quite the athlete. What about baseball?" Terry continued. "Shortstop but I sat on the bench most of the spring season," I said. Trish helped out, "yeah, you sat on the bench for all the varsity games so you would be there to help the team. You just wanted more playing time that's why you wanted to stay on the JV team." "Tell you what, lets go to the putting green and I'll show you how to putt then you and the girls can decide if you want to play a few holes today. Maybe I can join you and I can keep showing you more," Terry said. We putted for a half-hour or so then we all went to lunch. After lunch we went to the clubhouse and were able to go to the first tee. There was more to learn there. There were three tee areas. The back one was for men, the middle for both, and the front one was for women and children. Terry said he and I would tee off from the back tee and girls could use either the middle or front, they used the front. Terry talked me through all the set up to drive my ball. This time all I wanted to do was to hit the ball straight down the fairway, I didn't care how far as long as it went straight in the direction I intended. It did, about two hundred twenty-five yards. The girls and I were at about the same distance while Terry's ball was another hundred yards farther down. Terry talked me through a five iron that actually landed on the green, amazing. The girls were not shabby and both put their balls on the green while Terry's ball stopped about a foot from the hole. My ball was farthest away so I putted first with Terry giving instructions the whole way. I undershot by about ten feet. The girls both got within a couple of feet of the hole and Terry tapped his in. It was my turn again and this time I hit the ball too hard and it went past the hole about six feet. The girls both put their balls in the hole. This next time when I putted I was better with the speed just not accurate so I left a foot long putt. The girls were excited with their par while I was almost equally as excited with a double bogey. We played nine holes then went in. Terry told me to come back tomorrow and he would work with me again if I wanted. Golf was fun but was a lot harder than it looked. For the nine holes which was rated at a par 36 shots I ended with 51, not great but not too bad according to the girls. Terry said that I was the first guy he ever taught that finished his first outing with the same ball he started with. Too bad the ball didn't have better directional control, especially putting. Instead of going back to campus we hung around the swimming pool for a while then went to Trish's house for a snack before supper. We were going to eat at Trish's as Delta's Dad was out of town so Delta's Mom was going to eat with us. When Trish's Dad came home Trish was all over him, telling him how well I had played my first nine holes of golf. They said the pro had given me a few pointers and was going to work with me a little each day the rest of the week. George was happy to hear Trish's golf story, "looks like Dan and I have a playing partner for this weekend. You better practice 'cause Dan and I like to wager a little on every hole." "Guess that leaves me out," I said, "I don't have money that I can gamble with. Every dime I have has to last until the fall semester starts. I get an athletic allowance then and that helps out some but its not a lot." "Wow, I didn't know the school was allowed to do that. How much do they give you?" George asked. "Ten dollars a week," I said "it takes care of my laundry and gives me enough for supper on Sunday and a couple cokes during the week." George was laughing, "ten dollars? That's not even enough for a Sunday dinner. Where do you eat, Macdonald's?" "As a matter of fact, I do. There or Burger Chef or sometimes pizza if I can get someone to share it with." "I'm sorry to laugh but I would think they gave you like fifty dollars or more but I suppose with all the people on scholarship that would be very expensive," he said thinking about it. "It's enough, especially when I can make a couple of extra dollars doing an odd job or when my folks send a few bucks. When the farm is bringing in good money, they are pretty generous," I said proudly. "Perhaps Dan and I might have a few odd jobs for you over the course of the year that you could do for us. I'll think about it and perhaps we can work something out," George said thoughtfully. Smiling I cautioned, "remember that I have to practice three sports and don't have a lot of extra time once the fall semester starts. I'm free after Saturday home games and if we're not traveling, I'm free on Sundays except when I have to study." "You are busy," George exclaimed, "busier than I was when I was in school. But then I didn't try to play three sports. I played on the golf team, which took a lot of practice time, and some travel but not like you have been doing. Good luck, I don't know how you have time for class and study with everything else you are doing." "Can you believe it George honey," Cecile said putting bowls of food on the table "he does all that and still has time to date our two girls." Delta's Mom who had shown up during my conversation with George added, "I'm sure he enjoys his time with the girls a lot better than being banged around on the football field." "We hope so," Delta said. "Actually Chuck is a good influence on us," Trish said "he's the one who got us started going to the library every day for a study group. He has about thirty kids that go with him every day and they even show up when he is traveling for sports. He's probably increased the grade point for all of them because they are having a good time studying." "That is commendable," George said sitting down to eat "Celle, we have to figure out a way to help the kids do their studying and reward all of them for the effort they have been showing." Delta waved her hand above her head; "it's easy. Feed us about once a week. The dinning hall is good, but not as good as our Moms' food. How about we eat here or with you guys Sunday evenings. That way Chuck wouldn't be trying to buy us hamburgers. But I have to warn you, I may have to invite a few of the other kids sometimes as Chuck has quite a following." "Chuck doesn't have a following," Trish said dryly "Chuck has a harem in the making. Half the other cheerleaders are hanging around like vultures waiting for Chuck to be free of Delta and I. Some others are already his good buddies. Then there are his other camp followers. He even has one of the dorm supervisors following him around." Delta laughed at that, "Susie does seem to like Chuck a lot but I think that's because he was the one to get her and Kenny together." "Well Chuck," George spoke "you seem to be a pretty well rounded guy. It must be nice to be chased after by all these good looking girls." "I don't think they're chasing me. I think they just enjoy being around all the people I hang out with. Most of the girls have someone special already, they just like the crowd we all go with," I said. "That's okay Dad," Trish said "Delta and I have Chuck wrapped up tight and don't let him get to far out of sight. Besides he seems to always be in the middle of something fun and we want to have fun with him." "Speak for yourself Trish," Delta laughed "I'm chasin' Chuck just as hard as I can. Between Mom's good food and my good looks, I'll be catchin' this boy soon." With that, Trish threw a bread roll across the table at Delta. That brought laughter to everyone along with a bright red blush from me that caused the others to laugh that much harder. Cecile said she had made an appointment with a doctor to look at my scars to see if they could be made to look a little nicer. She said we would go there in the early morning so there would be plenty of time to play at the country club afterward. The doc was a fairly young guy who seemed very thorough checking my face out. He poked and pulled on my entire face before finally saying he thought all of the scaring could be hidden easily. Cecile and the doc worked out a schedule for the work that would be compatible with my classes. When I voiced my concern over the cost, Cecile said she already had authorization from the university for the work. By Saturday I was getting pretty good with the golf clubs. I was learning a little more each day from Terry the club golf pro and getting some decent experience playing with the girls' Mom's every day in the mornings then with the girls in the afternoon. We spent time on the driving range and the putting green everyday too. The girls thought I would do well with their Dad's but I didn't feel that confident. Trish took me out to the club at seven on Saturday morning so I could get in some practice on the driving range and a few minutes on the putting green. When George and Dan showed up I was ready but they spent time practicing before our tee time too. The girls wanted to tag along with us but the Dads nixed that saying this was a guy's only threesome. They could watch but from way far, far away. We played eighteen holes of pretty intense golf. George and Dan were very competitive with each other, digging at each other at every mistake while making wild bets over any half difficult shot. I played the way Terry taught me. I hit the ball fairly hard on each drive but was careful to keep the ball in the fairway. When I thought I would end up in a sand trap, I laid up then chipped to the green. My putting still left a lot to be desired but my short irons had improved to the point that I was getting the ball close to hole on my last approach shot. I actually made every par three and actually birdied two of the five par fives but bogeyed the other three. I bogeyed every par four and double bogeyed three of them. I finished with a very nice 84 while George and Dan both finished with 76. When we walked into the clubhouse, George found Terry and gave him a back pounding, "damn, Terry you are one hell of a teacher. That kid just shot an 84 and this is his first week to ever play the game." "Did you take all his money?" asked Terry with a sly smile on his face. "They better not have," interrupted Trish as she came into the shop. "He is too smart for us Terry. Chuck wouldn't wager, even on sure things," Dan said "but George just donated his lunch money to me for some of the close ball competition we had." Delta had come in with Trish and hugged my arm, "too bad you didn't beat those two. You would have been the hero at the club forever if you had. They take on everyone and usually clean them out. They're bullies out on the course." "No we're not," George answered "we just know how to play the game. If we had not played well today, the kid would have beaten us. That would have been bad on the ego. Chuck, with a little more practice you could be good at this game." "I've never seen a new player shooting par on all the threes and birdying two of the fives even. Terry, you really did a good job teaching him." Dan remarked. "He's an athlete. And he's a good student. Hope he can come back for more lessons. I'd like that," Terry said giving my shoulder a squeeze. We all went to the clubhouse for lunch. George and Dan sucked up some beer while the girls and I made do with iced tea. The guys offered us beer but we thought we should not partake as we wanted to go back to campus for a while that afternoon. Dan told us that Carol was planning on all of us coming to the house for steaks on the grille later and for us to be there by six. I didn't want to miss steaks cooked on the grill so I wagged my head up and down exaggeratedly so the girls would agree. Back at the campus we went to the registrars office to confirm our classes and pay our fees. They were having both Saturday and Sunday late registration for the first summer session. I registered and paid for both sessions with my scholarship letter while the girls wrote checks. We went by the student union bookstore where all three of us turned in our books for a couple of dollars each then we found some used books at a discount for our next classes. Books were not paid for so for these I had to fork out my personal cash. The girls could have afforded new ones but they said they tried to be frugal, as their folks were so good about them staying in the dorm and giving them spending money all the time. I said I wanted to take a shower and change clothes before we went out to Delta's for the cook out so we went to our dorms and cleaned up. I had some shorts, a neat looking collared polo and some white deck shoes so I thought I looked like some of the rich frat guys that strutted around. The girls said I should be a Reginald or a Percy the way I was dressed. ------- Chapter 14 When we arrived at Delta's, George and Dan were dressed in shorts, polo and white deck shoes just like me. I waved at them and commented quietly to the girls, "looks like Percy and Reginald were able to come after all." The girls hammered my shoulders from both sides laughing, "oh you!" The steaks were great. The one they gave me must have been at least two pounds. With the salad, baked potato and corn on the cob, I was actually full by the time the girls brought me pie. They wanted to know what we were going to do Sunday. I didn't have any plans but said I had considered reading the texts for the coming semester. George suggested we all take off early in the morning and go out to a nearby lake for some water skiing and swimming. The girls were instantly excited and asked if I knew how to ski. "Does a Florida boy who grew up in the land of lakes know how to ski?" I asked, "that's like asking you girls if you know how to put on lipstick. Even farm boys start skiing before they start school. My Mom used to ski in one of the shows at Cyprus Gardens. My Dad is one of the best barefoot skiers you'll ever see. Both my little sisters want to try out for the show at Cyprus Gardens as soon as they're old enough." The girls and I went back to the dorms so I could get my swimsuit and some more clothes along with my shaving kit so I could stay overnight at one of their houses. When we came back, we found that their parents had left a note saying they were going to the club for some drinks and dancing and for us to pick a house and give me a room. We were at Delta's so we went upstairs where they showed me the guestroom across the hall from Delta's room. Delta said, "let's get ready for bed then go make some pop corn and watch some TV." I didn't have any pajamas but I had nice boxers that stayed closed in the front so I put on a white T-shirt along with my blue cloth boxers. When I went into the room to change I pushed the door shut. As soon as it closed, it swung back open. I looked up with a "huh?" expression. "Don't close the door, no one else is here right now," Trish said. I stripped down to only my boxers and was reaching for my T-shirt when I was tackled and pushed onto the bed by two naked nymphs. "Gotcha," they giggled. I twisted around till I was on my back with a girl straddling each leg and poking stiff nipples into my chest. Both of them had reached down to try to capture my very hard dick in their hands. "We want some of this before school starts. We thought we wouldn't have a chance till next weekend or longer. How about it, want to take care of a couple horny girls? Do ya? Huh?" Delta was asking while she was stroking me. I didn't argue and was soon doing everything I could to make the two girls very happy. When it came time for the main course, Delta came up with a condom saying it was their time to be safe and that it would keep the wet spots away too. The two of them excited me enough that I got off with each of them then went back for seconds with each of them. I only got off once more the second time around but was able to pound them both into submission before I exploded. That was really good. We went down stairs with the girls being silly acting like they could hardly walk because they said they were so sore between their legs from my vigorous assault. I knew it wasn't real but it did boost my ego. They were dressed in cute little baby dolls that covered everything very nicely. Their PJ's were not even a little risqué just cute. We made some stovetop popcorn and had some cokes while we watched an old black and white movie. We fell asleep with a girl on each shoulder. I became aware of Delta's Mom and Dad but didn't open my eyes. "Oh Dan, aren't they sweet laying there. How are those two going to divide him?" Carol wondered. "I think he must be the luckiest guy on campus. Just look at what he has in his arms," Dan said shaking his head, "Carol I don't think they're trying to divide him and I don't think he wants to throw either one of them back. I think you best have some talks with our little girl who is not so little any more." "Should we wake them so they can go to bed?" Carol asked. "Let them be," Dan said shutting off the TV and the light, "they'll be all right. If one of them wakes up, they will get the other two up and go to bed. Let's go up and act like we're still in school. Remember all the good times we had? Do ya?" Dan was nuzzling Carol. "Ooh, don't do that in front of the kids. Wait till we get upstairs, so I can show you what the other girls in the dorm have been teaching me," Carol said turning and heading for the stairs. There was some commotion by the stairs then Carol said, "stop till I get up the stairs. I can't go up the stairs with your hand in there. Stop Dan." Dan laughed quietly and said he was just trying to reciprocate for her trying to pull him up the stairs by what she found behind his zipper. As I heard them climb the stairs two hands were fishing around in my boxers while giggles were coming from both girls. "My folks are going to get frisky tonight," Delta smiled. "If they're busy, we can get frisky too," Trish said pushing my boxers down. "Umm, who's going for a rubber?" I asked. "You think you can get off again?" Asked Delta. "Hey, it's been a couple of hours so that thing is loaded. Are you both ready to get pregnant?" I asked wishing we had more condoms down stairs. Trish then made up our minds, "I'm pretty safe yet but Delta is almost four days ahead of me so she can't have any." Trish was saying this while she was pulling the crotch of her panties to the side trying to get me into her. Delta climbed up and straddled my face saying, "I'm not being left out, kiss on me Chuck, make me feel good." Because of our earlier loving I was in control of myself and let the two of them use me till they were satisfied. Delta flooded my face while Trish was so wet, I thought she was peeing. "Oh God, that is so good," Trish said, "it excites me knowing I'm close. I want to feel the juice shoot up in me Chuck to know that I could almost get pregnant. Delta, keep pinching my nipples while he fucks a baby in me." Trish's loud whispering made Delta go nuts on my face and Trish doubled her efforts to get me off. Suddenly I became concerned about being a dad too young so I lifted Trish off me and scooted out from beneath Delta. "How about I feed you two a midnight snack instead of making babies?" Trish pouted while Delta lunged at my offered stiffness. Trish knelt on the couch and gave me some blistering kisses whispering that maybe it was time we worked on knocking her up for real. Her words and kisses along with Delta's enthusiastic mouth brought my explosion. Delta didn't miss a drop and when she had it all she smacked her lips loudly. Trish was still kissing me passionately and Delta came up to get some kisses too. We laid back on the couch with the two of them laying on me continuing to kiss. They slowly quieted until the three of us slipped off to sleep. I woke in the morning to someone shaking my shoulder. The girls were still laying on me so it wasn't them. I looked up to see Carol with a finger to her mouth to keep me quiet but was pointing at my midsection with her other hand. Suddenly I was red. I could feel my dick out of my boxers. The real problem was both of the girls had hold of it. Trish's hand was down low holding me next to my pubic bone with Delta's hand over the top of hers. There was still more dick sticking out past Delta's hand. My hands were trapped under the two girls so I couldn't move. I thought that Carol was angry or going to get angry but then I realized she was stifling a giggle. Carol grinned at me and whispered softly, "you had best figure out how to get those two awake. Delta's Dad may not be amused by the picture I see." Still smiling, Carol turned and left for the kitchen. While listening to her putting together coffee, I picked up Delta on the outside of the couch and pulled her across me as I slid out from under them. As soon as I began moving them they let go of me then cuddled together. I stuffed myself back into my shorts then headed upstairs to pee and get dressed. I came back downstairs and went into the kitchen. All I could do was stare open mouthed. Carol and Cecile were standing on the porch looking at each other holding coffee cups with the morning sun behind them. The thin gowns the two were wearing disappeared in the bright morning light showing the two ladies' forms vividly. I was in awe seeing the silhouettes of their breasts, flat tummies and perky bottoms. Wow! What a view. The shorts I had just put on had gotten very tight. Punches on both of my shoulders brought me back to consciousness. "You pervert, staring at our Mom's like that," Trish said. "They are pretty hot looking like that though," Delta said. "It's my turn to stare, Carol was staring at us just a few minutes ago," I said in self-defense. "So what, Mom wasn't staring at a nude you," Delta said. "No but she was staring at both of you girls holding my very hard dick while we were sleeping," I said. In unison they said, "oh no, she didn't?" "She did and that's probably what the two of them are discussing at this very second," I said waving at them. "I need some coffee so why don't one of you get it for me so I don't show off my stretched shorts to them." "We should make you show it off yourself for letting us get caught holding on to you," Trish said with a giggle. "It is funny though, glad Dad didn't catch us." "No kidding," Delta quietly exclaimed, "I don't think he would be happy." "Would you please get me some coffee?" I begged. "Yeah, yeah, right away," Delta said going for the coffee. Trish walked out to the two ladies. Her baby doll didn't let the light through but she stood there pointing at me then at the sun while telling them something. They both looked at me with a hand to their mouths then started laughing. They turned to face me then spread their legs and raised their arms to give me the silhouette of them from the front while laughing loudly. Trish came back past me saying, "they're just showing-off," then went upstairs to get ready for the day. Delta handed me a cup of coffee and told me, "see I told you those two were hot for you. Better be careful." She gave me a very sweet kiss, turned to check on the Moms and when she saw they were watching gave me another more passionate kiss along with an obvious crotch squeeze then ran upstairs laughing. I went into the kitchen and sat at the table with my back to the door. Dan walked in and froze in the door way staring, "wow! Would you look at that?" "Chuck, quick, turn around and look. It's like they're both naked. Holy smokes is that hot," Dan was saying fairly loud. "You old lecher," Cecile said while both wives were still making every effort to give Dan a great view. "Damn, I wish I had a camera that could capture that. George would love it," Dan said. "His loss," Cecile said as the two of them came into the kitchen from the porch. It was amazing, as even up close their gowns were not transparent. You could tell they were bare beneath the gowns on top because you see their breasts shift seductively back and forth but you really couldn't see anything without the bright sun behind them. Cecile said she had to get home to get ready but came over to me and leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I heard the girls had their hold on you." She laughed loudly and said in louder whisper, "I warned you they were after you." "You guys were asleep last night when we came in. You three were so sweet lying there on the couch we just left you. Did you guys ever go to bed?" Dan asked. "They didn't go to bed," Carol said "when I came down the girls were piled on top of poor Chuck. But he didn't look to uncomfortable." Carol winked at me as she said that. "Are you ready for some fun?" Dan asked. "Today is going to be great." Dan and I helped Carol pack a big picnic lunch then she fixed breakfast when the girls came back down stairs. They had their two piece swim suits on with a pair of shorts over their bottoms. Dan got out a cooler and filled it with ice, beer, cokes and 7-up. I carried it out to Carol's Oldsmobile station wagon then the girls and I cleaned up breakfast dishes while Carol got ready. She came down in her two piece swim suit that was skimpier than Delta's saying that she hoped Cecile didn't wear the suit she had on vacation last year. Dan said he hoped she did, as it was a sure attention getter. Dan suggested the girls and I drive Trish's car so the parents could all ride together. A half-hour later we were uncovering Dan and George's boat. It was a nice one, a twenty-five foot Sea Ray with a big Chevy 350 engine, big enough to pull skiers. We went out into the lake a few hundred yards then fastened the rope to the pull bar mounted to the boat. Carol and Cecile said they were first and jumped into the water. The girls handed them skis and they were ready. Dan was driving so he idled the boat out till the ropes were taught then, with a wave, he gunned it instantly pulling the two ladies up. He pulled them for almost fifteen minutes till they hollered and waved then let go of the rope. Dan came back around and we helped the exhausted ladies up. Next it was Delta and Trish. We went all over with the two of them. They were good, crossing each other's lines then splitting way apart while going around a corner. Dan asked if I could drive the boat and of course I could so he and George were next. The motor was powerful enough that there was no hesitation getting the two men up. They were good skiers too as I took them on a couple tight turns. When they tired, Delta said she was going to ski with me. Trish was sort of pouting so I told them to let me get wet and used to the skis and boat then I had an idea that should be fun. George was now driving and was doing some really tight turns that sent me way out to the point only one ski was in the water and even with that I was almost parallel with the water. I waved and let them stop. I told Trish to get the other set of skis and the other tow rope then had Delta put her left foot in the one ski I was wearing while wore the right ski. We both held onto the rope and let the boat pull us up. I told Delta to ski over to get in front of me and to put her right foot in front of mine while I put my left foot behind hers. This was cozy and we were able to ski easily together. I yelled for Trish to get closer and told her drop her right ski then put her right foot in front of Delta's left. When she had hold of our grip she let go of hers and the folks in the boat pulled the rope in. She dropped her ski then stepped on a ski that now had three feet on it. We were doing pretty well. Delta's butt was continuously rubbing on my front and even while skiing, I was becoming erect. Trish said she had an idea then took hold of my waist then put a foot on the right ski then she dropped her other ski and was behind me with her other foot on the left ski. Now I was between two foxy girls going twenty to thirty miles an hour on a single pair of skis. The folks in the boat were hollering and clapping while we were showing off. Trish decided to up the ante by putting a foot on my hip. Then she put her other foot on my other hip and put her hands holding herself up on my forehead. I slowly took one hand off the grip and wrapped it around Trish's right leg then did the same with the left leg till Trish was actually sitting on my shoulders. George thought we were having too much fun so he made a sweeping turn to go back toward where the ski's had been dropped. The turn got tighter and tighter till I yelled at Delta to let go on three so we would all go down together and not hurt each other. One, two, three and splash, clamoring to keep our heads above water. The three of us held onto the our two skis and floated there till the boat came back for us after first going off looking for the other two skis. It was time for a break and to fill up with gas. Actually I was a little tired and needed some rest. Everybody was laughing and having a great time. Dan said that he and Carol had skied with her on his shoulders before but that was the first time he ever saw three on one set of skis before. We ate and lounged around till Dan said that it was couples time and I would be the driver. First it was George and Cecile then Dan and Carol. Next it was Dan and Cecile then George and Carol. The next one was a surprise as all four of them went out with Carol with Dan and Cecile with George. The powerful boat had no trouble getting the four of them up easily. The girls got on the guys shoulders and they rode around like that till they hollered that they were done. The girls wanted to go again so they were next. It was almost a half-hour before they signaled they were tired. I wanted to ski again and said that after a bit I wanted to try bare foot but first to give me some tight turns on one ski so I could swing way out and enjoy the speed. After ten minutes of screaming across the water I signaled for them to slow a little and try to stay in a straight line. First I put my big foot in the water and got used to it scooting across the water. Then I slowly lifted the weight off my ski using the speed to keep my foot skimming, holding me up. I dropped the ski and put my other foot into the water and bent my legs some more as we were really moving. All of a sudden my right foot started to cramp and I tilted the cramped foot forward a little to ease the cramp. Smack, I was face first into the water. I didn't hurt anything but my pride. They came back and picked me up then went in search of the ski I had dropped. The mom's wanted to ski some more, and then the girls wanted another try. Last the guys said they were going to try to go barefoot so did several tries with all of them ending in a big splash. We docked, then cleaned up the boat, storing the skis and coiling the ropes, filling the tanks and covering the boat. All in all, it was a great day. We drove back to Delta's house and took a shower. The Mom's and Dad's wanted to go out to eat and took us to a small Italian restaurant. Great food and from the prices I saw on the menu, very reasonable. The girls and I had brought along our overnight stuff so we could go back to the dorm after we ate. We were back at the girls' dorm by eight thirty. We were all tired from our busy day. Our vacation was over, back to the grind. We met for breakfast then took off for our first class. The Prof. didn't waste any time and got right into his subject matter of Intro to Business Management. The class was broken up into two parts. The break was for bathroom visits, coffee or water or smoke breaks for those that needed it. He gave us our assignments for the week and let us know that the next weeks assignments were available if we wanted them. He advised us our first quiz was going to be the Friday of the second week during the second part of the class. He said we could probably skate through by studying the book thoroughly but said the lectures would clarify the information within the text. Our homework was reading and end of chapter quizzes that were obviously open book. The assignments appeared to be two chapters daily so you knew what needed to be done. At lunch we discussed our first classes and found that apparently all the classes assigned work in advance so folks could enjoy some outdoor activities if they wanted. I thought that grades might be more important than fun so I felt like I would be in class. Since I had weekly appointments with the plastic surgeon I would have to skip a minimum of part of a class to get my face fixed. The girls didn't have afternoon classes so I told them I would meet them later for supper and took off for my calculus class. I like math. I like calculus but from the first time this guy opened his mouth, I didn't like him. He was an arrogant grad staff with no experience teaching. The in-class teaching consisted of him giving page numbers and for us to read the instructions and samples then complete the problems at the conclusion of the lesson in the text. The text was clear as mud so I was instantly lost. We had to turn in the answers to the problems we were to solve so this one was going to be a bad class grade. When the break came, I went up to ask the grad student if there were tutors available for the class. He became very indignant that I couldn't learn from his instruction and told me that perhaps I wasn't cut out for college level math. He checked my file in his folder and told me that jocks didn't usually take math courses and that I should try to get more physical education classes. Again I asked if there were a tutor or study group for calculus and was finally given a room number and time saying that the information was posted outside the door. The second half of class was as confusing as the first so I made sure of the time and location of the tutor and study group then went to supper. I told the girls what I had to do and found that Trish was a math whiz kid and would help. I told her I could use it but wanted to see the tutor and check out the study group. When I got to the appointed room, it was packed. There were only about thirty people in my class and there were probably about the same amount in the morning class. It looked to me like everyone in the two classes was there. Another grad student showed up to be our tutor. She was confused as she said she couldn't tutor this many students and that there were too many of us for an effective study group. I suggested she talk to the department head, explain the situation and ask for his advice. She agreed and left immediately saying she would be back in fifteen minutes or so. Five minutes later she returned with an older gentleman wearing a flowery Hawaiian shirt over khakis. He spoke quietly to several of the students then asked us for our attention. The older gentleman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "All of you go home for the evening and come to class tomorrow. I'll make sure that some special classes will be available for you so you will not get lost with the subject matter. I want you all to successfully complete this class." The next afternoon the same older gentleman was in the classroom. No mention was made of the grad student who had been there. The man introduced himself as Dr. Click, the head of the school of math, then began as if it were our first class of the session. He stuffed us with information, understandable information and gave us some handouts to do before class on Wednesday. Now this is the way to teach. That evening at supper Trish was impressed that Dr. Click was teaching a 200 level Calculus class. After supper and my weight room session we went to the library where I caught up on my business class assignments and completed my calculus work. Trish checked my work and said it was correct. The summer session was now in progress, good progress. Six intense weeks later we three finished the first session with A's. I wish all my classes could be taught by the quality of teachers that I had that past six weeks. I had even thanked Dr. Click. I told him how crazed I was the first day and how great it had been to learn from him after that. He said he would watch my progress in his other classes telling me that A's were not the norm within his classes. The girls and I were a little shell shocked at how intense summer sessions were. This next session was going to be brutal, as there was to be two hours of lecture followed by four hours of lab daily for all three of us in our individual classes. The lab had a break for lunch but it was going to be even more intense than the first session. As a treat to ourselves we all went to the country club every day for the week between sessions. We played golf and got some more lessons in preparation of playing Saturday with the dads. The moms came out and played with us twice plus they joined us at the pool once for some water volleyball fun. We were trying to pack in all the fun we could, while we could. The girls were acting silly rubbing around on my now developing muscles that were being pumped up from the weight room sessions. I was becoming muscular. The Saturday golf game with the two dads was fun. They had played during the week at different courses as part of their business day so both were ready to play well. Once again I played better than a beginner should be able but scored an 82 while George and Dan each shot a two over 74. They were really good. They were also very generous with their praise of my game, bragging to other members how their daughter's friend had done so well. Dan chuckled while we were enjoying a cold drink, "it's tough having both of our daughters going out with same guy. Every man here would give a eye tooth to be in your shoes Chuck." "Hope you appreciate how special those two are," George cautioned "they haven't brought boys around since they became young ladies. Boys were never very important to them. They seem to always enjoy just being together and don't usually include anyone else. You sure have the attention of those two. Be careful with our little girls!" Dan asked, "where do you think your relationship with the girls is going?" Listening to them and now that an answer was pending, I was uncomfortable because I had no idea where our relationship was going. "Right now we are great friends, enjoying a short summer vacation. Soon we will be in the fall semester. Usually everything changes in the fall with new classes, new schedules and new friends. If the three of us are still close after this fall, who knows. They are ahead of me and will graduate next year so that will be a defining issue. I'm just going to enjoy being their friend while I can. I enjoy you two guys too. It's nice to have a couple of adult men to be around. It's a nice change." ------- Chapter 15 That evening we were all eating at Trish's house. After the dishes were cleared away and coffee was served to everyone, Cecile turned the dining room lights down. Delta and Trish came out of the kitchen carrying a cake with a bunch of lit candles on it singing, 'happy birthday to you' then the others joined in and finished the song while the girls set the cake down in front of me. "Make a wish Chuck and blow out the candles," Carol said. I took a big breath and blew them all out in one puff to exclamations of the two families. "So who told you it was my birthday tomorrow?" I asked looking around. "Your Mom silly," Trish and Delta said together. Then Delta added, "when we were there last time, she made me promise that we would give you a party." Trish turned up the lights and announced, "let's have some cake then Chuck can open his presents." I sat there stunned. Cake, presents, what else could there be? After eating the cake and the dishes were cleared away, the girls brought in some brightly wrapped packages and put them in front of me. This was really nice of these folks to do all this. I almost choked up at the emotion of it all. The girls had each given me a nice plaid long sleeve shirt with button down collars. One had a tag on the back that said "Dobie Gillis." This was a character in a TV sitcom that was pretty popular. I didn't know that there was a clothing line named after the character. "These are great. I needed some more shirts. These will work perfectly," I said sincerely. "Dan and I have something for you Chuck," George announced. "You have been so good at taking care of the girls and including them in activities, we thought you would enjoy these." He picked up a golf bag off the floor, full of clubs. "Terry said these would be a perfect fit for you. They should give you a lot of years of fun. "How about coming with us in the morning and try them out? We like to play early on Sunday mornings before church. How about coming with us to play and then go to church with us. Can you meet us at 6:30?" The clubs were not new but they looked like they had never been played. The driver and putter had a few scratches but the rest of the set, as well as the bag, were like brand new. "Wow, thank you, thank you very much. This is more than I could ever imagine. I'll figure a way to be at the club at 6:30," I said still obviously excited. Trish said, "I know how you can meet them in the morning. Let's go get some clothes for tomorrow for your game and for church then you can stay the night here, okay?" She turned to her Mom and asked, "if that's okay Mom, is it?" "That's a good idea," Cecile said. "You girls go get what Chuck needs and come back. Carol and I can clean up then we can play a game or watch TV later." We went back to the dorms where we took about ten minutes to get our stuff together. I met them back at their dorm then we took our stuff out to Trish's car. On the way back Trish took us by the country club and parked behind a maintenance building. As soon as she parked, she turned to me and gave me a toe-curling kiss. When we came up for air, Trish turned me toward Delta who repeated the process. "We had to give you your birthday kisses," Trish said. "Mom and dad might not appreciate us jumping you in the living room." Delta gave me another little kiss and a hug. "Wish we had more time to give you more than just a kiss but right now isn't a good time for any of that stuff. Our daddy's have shotguns and they would both be after you if we fooled around right now. Enjoy our kisses lover boy, more to come..." Trish finished it for her, "later." Back at the house we played seven handed gin rummy for a couple of hours then headed to bed. The girls each came into the room I was in and gave me some very sweet good night kisses while rubbing their stiff nipples covered with nylon PJ tops on my chest. I had just pulled the covers over my excited lap when Cecile knocked and opened the door. She was dressed in a long billowy nylon gown that didn't show anything off but didn't hide her nice figure either. "Just came by to make sure you were okay and had everything you needed," she said smiling and looking around as if the girls were hiding in the room. "Great ma'am, this is perfect. Thank you for the nice surprise this evening, that was special," I said with a big smile. Cecile came over to the bed and gave me big hug, pressing my face between her very nice breasts. "You're welcome Chuck. You are such a good boy with our girls. They've told me how gentlemanly you are to them and how you treat them with respect. Thank you, Chuck, for treating the girls like ladies." She gave me another squeeze then released me still standing in front of me so I was staring at two very erect nipples. I looked from nipples to her face hoping I had not been caught peeking but was feeling flushed. "I'm happy and lucky to be their friend." Cecile put her hand to the side of my face, "I believe they think they are lucky to be your friend as well." She held my cheek in her hand a second and gave big sigh, gave me a wink then left closing the door but not completely closed. I needed to take care of a problem that had come up but there was no way to hide the evidence so I stretched out closed my eyes and forced myself to lay still until I fell to sleep. George woke me up at five thirty to go to the golf course. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and was ready to go by six. George and I had just gotten a cup of coffee when Dan joined us. At the club, Terry came with us to the driving range and stayed with us when we went to the practice green. Dan and George said we were going to play a foursome today with Terry. They were setting up a competition between Dan and George against Terry and I. Terry told me not to worry, as we would beat them easily. The entire round, Terry gave me pointers and tips for each shot. My putting was better but my drives were a little off as I was trying to hit the ball too hard. Terry helped me make up for it with my irons so I ended up with an unbelievable 76. George shot 74 while Dan shot 73. Terry shot a three under 69 helping to beat the Dads by two shots. We went up to the clubhouse for breakfast then back to the house to get ready for church. Those two guys knew how to enjoy themselves. After church, we went out to eat dinner at a nice family restaurant then back to the house. I needed to go do a weight room workout so we left fairly early. Trish and Delta said they would meet me for supper then went to their dorm while I went to my room to change then off to the weight room. Monday was a bear. All three of us went to the chemistry building for class, but to two different classes. The day was so intense it seemed like that the lunch break was only five minutes long. I barely made it back to the lab before the grad staff Prof. took attendance. We were going to have to try another cafeteria that was closer for lunch. One good thing, there was not a lot of homework. The only studying that could be done was from the lecture notes and the study guides that were handed out. Wednesday afternoon was the first footfall practice in preparation for the coming season. I started off playing tight end again but was played at wide out a little and told that tomorrow I would practice with the defense. Practice wasn't difficult and didn't hurt as we practiced without pads. Adrian wasn't there but it was always possible that he wouldn't show up till the coming Monday when the mandatory practices started. The coaches were adamant about the weight room visits so after practice and four laps around the field, I spent thirty minutes lifting. By the time I got to supper, I was beat and by Friday, ready for the weekend. During practice Friday I was back as a tight end working with the first team. We couldn't do too much celebrating as we three had lab homework that could only be accomplished by going to our respective labs and performing the required tests on Saturday. It wasn't difficult but it was time consuming. If you found a person at the lab you could partner with, you could cut the time down about a third. There was an eager, geeky little girl who had been in the crazy math class with me that worked with me very well. We finished our tests and wrote up our notes then left for lunch. I invited her to join the girls and I for lunch and she agreed. Outside the lab she wasn't as outgoing but the girls made her welcome. Little Sandy was a little under five foot, maybe ninety pounds if very wet, with mousy light brown hair and glasses. She did not have a flat chest, just almost. Her little butt stuck out accenting her tiny figure. We were pretty strange looking group as we walked toward our dining hall. I was now a fraction over six five and weighed a colossal 190. The girls were both a well built five nine or five ten and then tagging along was our pet Sandy at under five feet. At the cafeteria, Sandy surprised us all by eating easily as much as I did then sitting back in her chair and patting her tummy. "This is a great cafeteria, I should have been eating here instead of the central cafeteria we were told to go to last year. I figured the other smaller places would have worse food than the big one but this place has really good food." The girls agreed with her and told her how they had begun eating here. I explained that this was where the athletic scholarship kids ate so there might be more food available here than the other places. We decided to put our books away and go out to the country club to swim for the afternoon. We invited Sandy to come along then took off for the dorms to change clothes. The girls told Sandy to bring overnight stuff and some nice clothes for Sunday church. She acted nervous about going off with us but seemed to feel comfortable with the girls. The sun was hot, the water warm and good-looking girls in swimsuits were everywhere. The moms showed up in their suits shortly after we arrived and joined us. I even got to spread some Coppertone on all of the girls' backs. In turn, I had to lay face down and be massaged by oily hands, how terrible. Sandy couldn't swim so we stayed in the shallow water to toss a big ball around. Then Cecile wanted to teach Sandy how to swim and began the usual instructions. By the time we left the pool, Sandy could actually pull herself back and forth across the pool. She had some work to do but was getting it. She was ecstatic to be taught and thanked Cecile profusely. This time we went to Delta's house for a light supper. Carol said we were all going out to the club for prime rib and dancing later. Sandy said all she had brought were shorts and her Sunday clothes. Carol and Cecile said it was a summer casual thing tonight and shorts would be perfect. When we got ready to leave, all the girls were in shorts and various tops making Sandy happy she was dressed appropriately. Supper was great. Dancing was strange. I danced with Sandy and it was like dancing with one of my baby cousins or one of my little sisters. The top of her head came up to my chest. The dads and I danced with all the women enjoying the evening. Back at Delta's I was treated to the two girls coming in to give me some pajama raising kisses with pointy nipples digging into my chest. Sandy came in with a cute little baby doll and said she wanted a good night kiss too. I just picked her up like a little girl and gave her a hug and kiss. She giggled and blushed then I was left alone. A few minutes later Carol knocked lightly then came in the room closing the door almost shut. Carol was wearing a diaphanous lacey gown that didn't hide a lot. It was shear enough for a triple take. "Thought I should look in on you Chuck," she said and looked quickly around the room. "You wouldn't try to keep the girls in here with you would you?" "I sure would Carol but the girls are good girls and went to bed, alone. They wouldn't hide in the closet for me," I said acting sad. "So now you have two and half girlfriends?" She asked. "How did you come up with the new addition?" I explained about Sandy being my lab partner that day and how she had tagged along with us for the rest of the day. "She's not tagging along, she worshipping the ground you walk on. The girls better look out with Sandy around. She wants to be competition," Carol said as if she were not joking. "At the moment, I'm a little involved with two of the best looking girls around. I don't think my dance card has any room right now," I said thinking that would pacify Carol. "You know she's across the hall having the girls tell her all about you. The girls are just raving about you and that doesn't help. You will have to be careful that you don't let her think there is more to this than there is," Carol cautioned. With that said she came to me and pulled me up from a sitting position and gave me a full body hug that had my PJs stretching instantly. "Celle said she gave you a nice hug before putting you to bed so I needed to give you the same at my house." I swear she rubbed against my growing problem before letting me go. She pushed me to sit on the bed where I she then kissed me on the forehead, waving her very nice breasts in my face. "Night Chuck," and she was gone again pulling the door almost closed. Whew, what a way to be put to bed. I stretched out thinking of breasts and legs and soft gowns. I was almost asleep when a figure appeared over my bed. Delta pulled the covers from my body then lay next to me giving me a hug and some kisses. She whispered in my ear, "stay very quiet so Sandy doesn't hear us. If she does then you're going to have three of us to deal with." Delta reached beneath the waistband of my pajamas and pulled my dick out into the open. Raising her gown she lay her naked top on my naked chest, sighing at the contact. While kissing me, she threw her leg over me then slid over raising up to fit me inside her. As soon as I was buried in her she rolled us over till I was on top. She kept our mouths together and began moving her hips, making me go in and out of her. Within a couple of minutes she was quivering and shaking, obviously cumming, but holding back from making noise. She had both hands on the cheeks of my butt, pulling me into her using her hips to create even more movement. I told her that I needed to pull out but she wouldn't let me and whispered in my ear, "it's okay, I'm okay, fuck me, squirt in me, oh yeah, fuck me a baby." I squirted, I unloaded, I shot, gallons. While I was putting masses of baby making juices inside her, Delta came again, groaning, hugging me tight to her. We lay kissing for a few minutes, then Delta said she had to go but for me to be ready for Trish. She pulled off me and quietly went out the door leaving it open. A second later Trish came in closing the door but not shutting it. She walked to the bed and stood in front of me. Without a word, she first bent over me, gave me a kiss, then stood back up and pulled her gown off and let it settle to the ground. She lay next to me and gave me a full body hug pressing her breasts into my chest, kissing me passionately. Trish was touching me all over, almost frantic to let any spot go untouched, "Oh Chuck, I know this is fast but I'm beginning to really fall in love with you. Don't let me scare you away. I can't help it but you have been perfect for Delta and I. You don't push yourself on us, you don't act jealous around us, you're just there with us, always loving us up, always paying attention to both of us." She reached between us and took hold my once again firm manhood. "Now make love to me. Fill me with your love like you did Delta. Make me yours." With lots of kisses to her face, to her breasts then some gentle licks and kisses to her gushing center, I showed her how much I cared for her. With a passionate kiss to help us both stay quiet, I entered her slowly. She wasn't having any of that but vibrated her butt up from the bed, fucking me faster than I ever could move until I could feel her squeeze me as she groaned a drawn out "ahh." With the squeeze of her pussy, I unleashed another load of my juices deeply into her while she hugged me too her with her legs wrapped around me holding me as close as possible to her. Several minutes later she loosened her hold then relaxed. "One of these days we have to take our time making love more slowly so we can have seconds and thirds. It's nice when Delta and I get to be with you together. We kinda share our feeling when you are with us like that." She reached off the bed and brought up a hand towel that she tucked between us to soak up our juices oozing from her. "Oh that feels so good in there. Too bad it isn't for real. I think you will make a good Daddy when the time comes. You never know, it might be with us." She gave me some more hugs and kisses then stood up to put her gown on, "Put your pajama bottoms back on in case my mom comes to check on us again. If she sees that thing all big and hot she might attack you too. Trish and I will change the sheets in the morning so don't worry about the wet spot." Delta gave me a kiss then went out the door pulling it almost closed again. This time I fell asleep and slept soundly till Dan woke me up for our golf game. We played with Terry again, playing the first round of the day quickly. It is nice not to have to wait on the folks in front of you to get off the fairway or green before you can make your next shot. This time I wasn't as good and only shot an eighty. Terry shot a seventy-three and the dads shot 74 and 75. So the dad's won and razed Terry about being able to beat the club pro. Terry told me that if I were going to play competitively with them, I would have to come out a couple times a week for lessons and practice. "There's just not enough time, Terry," I said. "I'm in school six hours a day and at football practice between two and three hours a day. Then there is study time and on Saturday I have lab work to do. I'm just not going to have enough time to do everything." Terry thought for a few minutes. "You know, I'm going to have a talk with the golf coach out there. You have a better game than most of his scholarship kids. I bet I could get you on the golf team. What do you think?" I just shook my head, "Terry, I came to this school on a basketball scholarship and have played baseball and football almost as much as basketball. I don't know whether I could fit in another sport." "I'm, going to talk to Fred Weathers anyway to see what he thinks. There may be a way to work this out," Terry said thoughtfully. The rest of day was normal. Church, lunch, then back to school. I had to do some laundry and got it in the washers quickly when I got back. After drying my clothes I took them up to the room and started ironing what needed pressing, getting ready for the new week. At supper, the girls and Sandy met me at the cafeteria door. Upon entering, I immediately saw Adrian sitting with the other football players. We got our food and sat at our usual places with our new addition, Sandy. One of our safeties, a fairly short guy immediately started after Sandy giving her the rush. Delta and Trish thought it was cute for Sandy to get so much attention. All the guys were constantly hitting on the two beauties but were always gently turned away. It was so weird to be their chosen guy. Or were they my chosen women? Ha, and I thought I didn't have an ego! Adrian came over and sat down with us. "Sarah's coming back next week. She'll be glad to see you. I'm supposed to tell you something for her though. She'll tell you herself again but I'm supposed to tell you she has a new guy in her life. You know her. She's not going to be without someone for very long. He's a nice guy, already graduated from school and seems to be right for her. Maybe he can keep her in line. At least I hope so." "That's cool. Glad she found someone special. It will be nice to see her though, real nice," I said this reaching across and shaking Adrian's hand. "You gonna still do your library study thing this year?" Adrian asked. "Absolutely, it's the best way for all of us to stay in the study habit," I answered enthusiastically. "The library is going to have to give us our own section if the group keeps growing." "So how many hours were you able to make up over the summer?" he asked. "Fourteen which will make me a second semester sophomore when the fall semester starts," I said proudly. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You really are packing it in to get out early. Man, I didn't think you could do it that fast." Adrian was shaking his head then said, "you doing sports, all those hours, all that studying, and you're still hanging around these two girls. When do you have the time? Christ you are something!" We all went to the student union for a Coke and to shoot some pool. The girls, including Sandy, and I left early as we had class the next day. All the jocks had were meetings, workouts and practice which all took place in the afternoon. I finished the semester with another great grade. Without Sandy's help, it wouldn't have been as good but it worked out well for both of us. We even went to registration together with the Delta and Trish duo to make sure we all had classes during the same hours. I was given preference because of my scholarship. The two girls were given preference because of grades and their dad's alumni booster status. We found out Sandy was on an academic scholarship and was only sixteen. Her counselor asked us if we were her student guidance counselors to watch out for her outside of school hours. We were not, and said so. Sandy said she had no idea what happened to the girl who was supposed to be helping her. The counselor asked if we would help her out this year. Delta and Trish promptly told her yes and told her to have Sandy put in a dorm room next to theirs. The girls were trying to be mom's before their time. We now had a week before fall classes started which could only mean one thing, country club time. I would have to be back at school for football practice in the afternoons but my mornings and early afternoons were free. Monday morning the girls and I, along with Sandy and Keith, the safety from the football team, went out to the club. Sandy and Keith wanted to play tennis while I wanted to play some golf and get some lessons. Terry went to the driving range with us for some impromptu instruction then played the first few holes with us. He told me his friend from the university was playing tomorrow and that it would be nice if I played a round with them. The next morning when the girls and I showed up, the basketball coach, the golf coach, and Terry were all waiting for us. The girls said they would play with their mom's who were coming soon and for us to go ahead. I was driving the ball really well, straight down the fairway and long too. My irons were pretty good and all my puts were easy. I looked like an almost pro but I knew better. The basketball coach, who had recruited me, asked why I had not been noticed before for playing golf. "Easy," I told him "my high school didn't have a golf team and I had just started playing golf." Terry confirmed this to the two unbelieving coaches. The golf coach said he could offer me a scholarship and that I would still have three years' eligibility left. "So what about football and baseball," I asked. They just looked at me like I had two heads until the basketball coach asked, "how much did you play football last year?" "Every game. Did pretty good I think," I said unsure of what was expected. "For baseball I was a reserve on the varsity team and didn't get to play much." "You made varsity your first year? On our baseball team?" the coach asked. "Yes sir," I answered. "I know you had a pretty good football season last year but I figured they wouldn't use you much as they have so many scholarship players to play," the golf coach was saying. "Are you going to play much this year?" "I'm not sure. So far I've played tight end, split end, and a little line backer. I'm too tall and skinny to play on the line so they switch me around a lot. Most of all I play tight end," I said not really sure of myself. "What do you play at baseball?" the basketball coach asked. "I'm a pretty good short stop and play all the infield positions. I don't hit that well though. I finished last year here at over .600 but that only means I didn't get that many at bats. In high school I was only a .350 hitter," I said with a lot more confidence. The basketball coach laughed. "You do all that plus you are going to be my starting guard this year. I even saw where you took fourteen hours this summer and still have a perfect 4.0 going into fall." Terry was being a smart-Alec, "and you should see the two girls he's going with, two of the finest. Just look over there at that foursome. See those two really good-looking younger ones? They are cheerleaders. That's what he does for fun." "Oh my goodness. You're going out with both of them? How do you keep them from scratching each others eyes out?" one of the coaches asked. "They're really good friends," I told them. "They just picked me up along the way. We're just buddies." "Not what their Dad's say, my friend," Terry spoke up again, "they both say you guys are serious." I just shook my head. This was not fun. I really didn't know what to say. The golf coach looked at me real hard. "What do you think? What do you want to do? Football and baseball conflict with practice and matches for golf. You wouldn't conflict with basketball though." "How about I talk to the football coach, the baseball coach and to the girls dad's. They should be able to give some good advice. I'll talk to you tomorrow about it." I said this in a daze not really knowing how to handle something like this. ------- Chapter 16 I waited for the girls to finish then we all went into the clubhouse for lunch where I tried to explain what had just happened. Both of the girls were excited. The Mom's didn't understand why I had to choose why I couldn't play all the sports. I told them all that I wanted to talk to George and Dan about it and see what they said. I asked the girls to take me back to campus early so I could talk to the baseball and football coaches before practice today. The baseball coach said if I had been a scholarship player, I would be his starter but since I was a walk on, he had to give his scholarship guys first shot. He said he still didn't understand why I had chosen college over a major league contract. I told him again that I just wanted to be sure to get an education, then if there were opportunities in sports, I might try them. He told me to go play golf unless I wanted to be scouted by the majors again. The football coach wasn't as nice. How could I want to go play some pussy game like golf when I could play football? When I mentioned I was offered a scholarship he looked at me in a funny way then asked, "you? A walk on with me?" "Yep" I answered. "I didn't recruit you?" he asked stunned. "No sir, you couldn't," I told him. "Why not?" he asked. "We didn't have a football team where I went to high school," I answered honestly. "Jesus fucking Christ," he exclaimed. "You never played football before and you were a starter your freshman year? Fuck, now I'm asking myself questions. So if I didn't recruit you, how come you're tagged as an athletic scholarship?" "The basketball coach was the one who came to see me and brought me here," I said knowing that he should have already known this. "Damn," he exclaimed slamming his hand flat onto his desk. "You know you are one of the most natural receivers I've seen. You block well off the line and block down field. Your best position is tight end but so far you have done well every place we've put you. You're just a damn good football player. I could really use you this year. You know, when I was penciling in starters from my scholarship kids I kept putting you in. That's why the total kept coming up wrong. Well it's your call. I don't control you or your scholarship but I'll damn well give you one to keep you playing football if you want." I told him that it was time for me to dress for practice and that I would get back to him. That afternoon everything I did was with the first team and at tight end. I caught a ton of balls easily jumping over the defenders guarding me. The quarterback sent balls my way really high knowing I would go up to get them. During one of my breaks while they were working on a special team's drill I noticed the baseball, basketball and golf coach sitting together watching practice. I also noticed a big, tall, buxom babe in the stands. Sarah was back! After practice I showered quickly and left to catch a ride out to the girls' house. They were waiting for me outside the locker room along with Sarah. Sarah gave me a big hug and a very friendly kiss. "I thought you were, like, engaged or something Sarah?" I said panting in shock over the kiss. "Oh, I am but that doesn't mean I can't kiss one of my favorite guys does it?" she said smiling, not wanting to let go of me. "I guess not. But listen, I have to get out to Delta and Trish's house. I need to talk to their dad's this evening. It's important. I'll see you at breakfast if you're there." I said this untangling myself from her and ushering the girls out. When we got to Trish's house I asked Cecile if I could use her phone. It would be after six PM at home and hopefully Dad would be having a cup of coffee after supper while the kids were finishing up the evening chores. I explained the whole thing to Dad who was surprised that I was playing golf. His only comment was that maybe I could talk one of the coaches into saving a scholarship for one of my brothers or sisters. He just said that I was in college to learn and that was most important. Sports were important but not what I was here for. Dad said he was looking forward to me possibly coming home for Thanksgiving and Christmas this year and that money was good and they were going to be able to help me. You and I will play some golf. That didn't help much as I still didn't have a direction. I guess I really wanted someone to just tell me what to do. Go play football. Go play golf. That evening George and Dan gave me their full attention. We talked for over two hours then they called Terry and had him drop by. They wouldn't tell me what to do either. It was up to me. They had both played football and had been on the golf team when they had been in the same school I was in now. They felt that by playing college level they had gained some valuable experience dealing with people and experiences. They thought I was probably receiving that with basketball too though. They did say that football was good for them as they had met a couple of cheerleaders and were now married to them. Football was fun. Almost everybody in school thought football players were big men on campus. When you did something good on the field, even the Profs were pleased. Baseball was kind of ho hum to a lot of people although it was the most fun to play. Golf was a neat game but was it something that would be good for me later? Football was tough and could leave me with bruises for a long time. Even worse, some guys had permanent injures and would not be able to play any more. Basketball was as hard on you physically and without pads. Baseball was pretty tame unless you were hit by a pitch or a line drive or stumbled over a fence or had some idiot slide into you with his spikes high. Golf could be valuable in business later. George and Dan played golf with customers all the time so it did have some business value later. We went back to campus that night with me having a tough time making up my mind. Breakfast was fun. All of the people who used to eat with the group were back except those who had graduated. There were even a couple of people who had graduated and were now in grad school. Adrian and Sarah were there, Misty and Cherry were happy to see me and in a surprise move by Delta, Sandy sat on one side of me while Trish sat on the other. It was exciting to have all the people I knew back together again. After breakfast I told the girls that I was going over to see Fred Weathers, the golf coach, to talk to him. When I walked into his office, he was standing next to his receptionist desk talking with her. "Hey Chuck, just the guy I need to see. Do you have time to visit with a few people?" he asked taking my arm and leading me out the door. We went to a conference room on the first floor where he handed me a coke and asked for me to wait for him there for a few minutes. About five minutes later, all the coaches came into the room. They all sat at the big table and Fred led the conversation, "Chuck, all four of us want you to play for us. The only one of us that has exclusive rights to you is Jim because he recruited you and has you on scholarship. This type of thing happens every once in a while but usually it's only a conflict between two or three sports, never four. I guess we're lucky you don't play soccer." I grinned at that, as soccer is a popular sport in Florida. Farm kids usually don't have a lot of time for it as we are needed in the fields during the time soccer is practised and played the most. I was pretty good at school but never had the opportunity to participate with our school team. "We've all been talking about you and so far the only thing we have agreed on is that you are a good athlete. Jim says you will be a starter this year so he's not going to let you get to far away. Jack says he's talked to you about having his scholarship kids play before you but he would still like you around for a reserve and you could be a starter if you beat out the other guys. Then there is Big Al. He says he thought you were one of his scholarship kids and even used your grades and field success while he was recruiting this year. Personally you would make a great addition to our golf team. I think we are close to being the best in our division and you would put us over the top. In golf competition, one guy's contribution can mean a lot. Anyway, we want to work with each other to see if you can play for all of us. Al says he'll make sure you get time for basketball practice when the time comes and give me some of your time for my practices. Jack says he would work around your schedule with you so you could play in some games if you want. And I want you to start practicing with our group to learn some of the ways we play golf. Terry even said he would come in to help coach for a big tournament coming up. What do you think? Want to try four sports?" I just stared; totally surprised that I was in a conference room with four University coaches who all said they wanted me to play for them. "My dad reminded me last night why I was here. I'm here to get an education. What's bad is I still don't know what I want to major in." I stood up hoping to keep my head clear, "I really like playing football. Since I didn't know anything about football, the coaches have had to teach me more than the others I think do. Football is a lot of fun, it's a good game to work off any aggressions you have but you can get banged up pretty good." Big Al was sitting up straighter with his chest puffed out grinning. I looked at Jack and continued, "baseball was the first sport I played and has always been my first love but I don't think I'm good enough to be a major league player. Too bad I don't hit better than I do. Baseball is just a great fun game to play." Jack was nodding his head in agreement appreciating my love of baseball with a smile. "Basketball is where I've done really well, probably because I'm so tall, but it is a game that is fun and exciting." I said this looking right at Jim. "There is nothing like the last thirty seconds of a close basketball game. If you get a chance to make a shot or a steal, you feel like you're the best player ever. When I was recruited, I chose this school because it had a very good team and I wanted to be a part of that." "I don't even know how I started golf other than the golf pro at a country club spent some time with me teaching me how to hold a club and how to hit a ball. I've only been playing golf for about three months and now coach Weathers wants to give me a scholarship." Fred was looking a little sheepish. "I'm having a hard time choosing. I'm going to play basketball, that is a certain. If you guys can work it out, I'll play for all of you. If I have to choose only two sports, I don't know what to say," as I sat back down muttering quietly, a little exhausted. Fred took the lead again. "Here's what we've loosely worked out. Right now go to football practices. And Al can see if he has another developing receiver. Since our matches are sometimes on the same day as football games, we'll have to toss to see who you play for when a match is on a Saturday. Today it would be football, tomorrow we'll see. You can make Sunday practice with us if that isn't too much for you. Next spring we will see how this all works out for baseball." I left those guys still not knowing how I could play for all of them. There just wasn't enough time for everything. As I was walking back toward the cafeteria for a snack, Delta, Trish and Sandy found me and walked with me. I told them about what had happened and that I was still confused. Delta said, "you know what? The only thing you need to do is go to school and play basketball to fulfill your scholarship. Everything else is second." "Yeah but he's a good football player too," Trish said, "with us being cheerleaders, it's cool to have a boyfriend who is a football player." "We can cheer at basketball games too," Delta defended. "But it's not like football. Football is the big sport in college. Football is where guys show they are real men." Trish was trying to make her point. "So what about golf?" Delta asked. "Our dad's play golf a lot and use the game as a business tool." "They would have never gotten their jobs if they were not football players. Dad has told me that a ton of times. People who hire kids out of college will look at them differently if they played football. Basketball is a little like that, but baseball and golf, never," Trish continued to pound it out. "Chuck knows how to play golf now so he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in the business world." "Play football Chuck," Sandy got into the conversation. "That way I have a big football player as a lab partner for chemistry and biology this semester." This whole thing was getting nuts. Delta was hugging an arm trying to help me decide. Trish was waving her arms around expounding the benefits of being a football player. And even little Sandy had an opinion. "I'm going to play football this season and see how it goes. I'm only going to be here this season and next if I go to summer school next year. There are professional football players but I don't think that they notice tight ends in small colleges. But who knows I could get drafted by a pro basketball team," I said this making up my mind. "Yeah and you will probably be offered a lot of jobs when you graduate if you don't go to grad school," Trish was saying. "Grad school?" I was surprised. "Who said anything about grad school." "You know you could get a fellowship or grad staff position with your grades. Besides you would still have a year of eligibility left in sports so your scholarship would still pay for another year and summer of school," Delta now had my attention. "You guys are talking grad school and I can't even choose a major," I said. "Don't worry, it will come to you," Trish said. "You could always be a scientist, or engineer, or even go to medical school." "You can go to medical school with me," Sandy said brightly. "With our grades any of them would want us." "I can't afford medical school," I said. "My folks could barely pay bus fare to get me here. The school had to buy the bus ticket." "You don't have to worry, with a good background, there are lots of medical schools that offer full scholarships for people like you. Just keep taking all the pre-med classes like you are now so if you decide to go, you will have the pre-requisites," Sandy answered quickly. "Let's walk over to the golf coach's office so I can tell him I'm not going to be on his team," I said. The four of us went to the sports complex and I had a short conversation with Mr. Weathers. He was okay with my decision but extended a long-term invitation to practice with his players any time I wanted. I went to the football offices and talked to Al Benton, the coach. He was stoically happy. Stoic because I had to give up other sports for football. He did say that he would make sure I had plenty of time for basketball practice when the time came. He said he remembered I had split my practice time last year and that I could do it again this year. With all of that settled, there was only about a half-hour before practice so I told the girls I would meet them at supper and left for the locker room. Since this was my second full year at school, I was able to look at the excitement and bustle of the new fall semester differently than before. I could be more of a spectator than a confused freshman not knowing where to go, what to do or how to do it. Once again all of my classes were early in the morning through one afternoon class. The only messy class was another lab class, this time in biology. Sandy was going to be in the class with me so I would have help if I needed. The little girl was entirely too smart for her age. The first football game was an away game that was a couple of states away, which meant Friday would be a travel day. Since I now had classes with both Sandy Trish and Delta it would be easier to get assignments and make up work. Trish and Delta hardly ever traveled to the away games as they said a lot of the cheerleaders became comfort stations for the ever-horny football players. When I heard that Misty and Cherry were going to be traveling this year I figured that knowing them the way I did, a lot of the team would find comfort. Our quarterback was the same guy as last year and was now a senior the same as Adrian. His experience showed as his passing was almost perfect and he was a runner when given the chance. The leadership he showed on the field was going to be a boost to our season. This first game was with a big-ten team that wanted a patsy for a pre-season practice game. Big Al had coached us hard for several weeks for us to give these guys a game. Going out onto the field of a major college football stadium is an exciting experience. It's easy to awe a country boy when you stand on a field with almost a hundred thousand fans around you. Everyone on the team was in a little shock at how many people were there. During warm ups, whenever the other team's players were close they would say stuff like, "just let us run on by so you don't get hurt," and, "don't let us hurt you boys too bad," and, "what school is it you guys are from?" If this was supposed to scare us it didn't. If it was supposed to make us mad and screw up, it didn't. We were a pretty good team and we knew it. We just had to prove it. We kicked off to them and controlled their run back at the twenty-five. Their first play was a long, long pass to a receiver running flat out down the field. If Keith had been day dreaming it could have been an easy score but the ball was a little short and Keith turned into the ball, intercepting it at our thirty-five while the receiver was trying to come back to the ball. Keith's momentum carried him out of bounds. Our first play was predictable with a handoff to Adrian who gained almost six yards. The play was repeated but on the other side of center for a first down. We lined up the exact same way for the next play. Adrian was to run to the outside of me then up field. I pushed my defender to the inside and the wide out pushed his guy to the outside. Adrian was running for the outside when the ball was snapped and tossed to him just when he turned up field. He was fast enough to get almost fifteen yards before he was caught. Again we set up the same way and all the defenders came forward to stop a run. Our two wide outs had man to man coverage down field so when Stan the quarterback faked a toss to Adrian who was running outside of me again, all the defenders started toward him. Our speedy receiver made an easy reception and ran into the end zone. Our kick off was long so there was no run back. This time they ran the ball, which our defensive coach had planned. They only got about three yards. The next play was also a running play but one of our linemen was able to catch the ankle of their back and trip him up for a loss. For a third and seven play they set up for a run but our coach had set up for a zone defense feeling that they would try to pass instead of run. They tried a double reverse. Our guys stayed where they were supposed to and watched the handoff to a receiver then the second handoff to the other receiver before they converged on the line who was trying to pull us to the inside. Two safeties hit the ball carrier stopping him at the line of scrimmage. Fourth down. I was on special teams for the punt return to block. They didn't seem like they were in a normal punt formation with the exception of the punter who was a little too far back. There were two guys in front of him for protection but neither one of the two looked like they were big enough. Adrian was on my left and I yelled at him to watch for something as I moved farther out to help cover anything on the outside. Adrian yelled at Keith who ran to the outside on his side. Sure enough, one of the protectors received a direct snap while two of their outside guys took off down field. It would have worked if he had not thrown the ball directly at me. It was an easy catch and I immediately started up field with Adrian leading. One of the other team's linemen had an angle on me and went through Adrian and wrapped me up. First and ten on their eighteen. We lined up with two backs and two tight ends showing run. Stan just stepped back and fired to the right side of the end zone to find his favorite receiver. Fourteen zip and only half of the first quarter used up. When the game started, the noise was deafening but at that moment I actually heard a single cough come from someone in the stands. The kickoff was a repeat of the last one so our foe was at their twenty. They made it all the way to the fifty before Keith blasted past the line on a safety blitz and took the quarterback off his feet. The ball flew out from the hit and one of our defensive ends picked it up and carried it all the way for a score. Twenty-one zip and still in the first quarter. The other team was getting a little testy and came with a fierce rush during the point after with a lot of extra curricular punching and jabbing in the pile up on the line. This next kick off was shorter and their guy started at his ten and began running straight forward. He turned to get outside and was in the process of shifting the ball from one arm to another when Keith ran by him. I couldn't figure out why he didn't tackle the guy until the runner just stopped and watched Keith put the ball down in the end zone. Holy smokes Keith had actually stolen the ball right out of the runner's hands. Twenty-eight to nothing against a 1A team and still in the first quarter by fifteen seconds. This time the kickoff was through the end zone so we lined up and the other team ran the ball for four yards. It was finally the end of the first quarter. The coach had us gather around. Big Al told us that the other team was still good and that they had just experienced a whole lot of bad luck and we had played the way we had been coached. He told us to just keep playing hard the way we practiced. The second quarter was not as exciting and the other team finally scored a field goal. Our defense felt pretty good at being able to control such a superior team. The entire half time lecture was Big Al telling us to watch out as these guys were really good and that they had been unlucky so far. When the second half started, the crowd was back in it until our middle line backer who also was our kick off return guy ran the ball all the way to their sixteen. When their defense set up, every one of them to a man looked like they were growling. Adrian must have eaten his Wheaties for breakfast as four runs later he was in the end zone. The point after was pretty rough but it was now thirty-five to three. During the fourth quarter I finally got a touch. They called for a slant off a play action and I was able to get twelve yards and a first down. The other team finally mounted a drive that took almost the rest of the fourth quarter but they did score. We had one last possession but it was all Adrian and all runs. It was a big win for us at thirty-five to ten. We were all jubilant. A big win against a nationally ranked team and no injuries. The buses were pretty rowdy on the way home. I heard later that Misty, Cherry and the other cheerleaders that had traveled were very entertaining. We traveled all night to get back to school in the morning about nine. Back on campus, the team was greeted with great fanfare. You would have thought we won a bowl game the way everyone carried on. Delta and Trish were dressed in their uniforms along with the other cheerleaders that didn't travel. They were jumping and yelling waving their pom-poms. When all the excitement died down everyone of the travelers headed for the cafeteria. The girls had already eaten but stayed with me while I ate. I went back to the dorm to shower and change for church. After church all the group including Sandy with Keith and Sarah with Adrian and Mandy went to the student union for coffee, donuts and newspapers. The newspapers had a big splash about the game but the big city newspaper from farther away was lamenting that the nationally ranked team was very unlucky and most of the team must have had the flu. Not a word as to how well we played. At least our local paper gave us the accolades we deserved. After our relaxation we agreed to get our materials and head to the library to study. I had Friday's work to make up. We lasted till five then packed up to go to Delta's for supper. We could have brought a dozen or so friends with us but we only brought Sandy and Keith along. Sunday was an early night as I was beat from the travel. The girls said they wanted an early night too. ------- Chapter 17 Fall passed fast being busy with school, football, basketball practice and the girls. We seemed to be tighter than ever. Misty and Cherry were off on one of their conquests but Sarah still hung out with all of us. Sarah seemed a lot more subdued than she used to be. The guy she was supposed to be engaged to, or had promised to, came down to school a couple of times a month on weekends. When he was around, we didn't see Sarah. When he left she would re-appear but seemed morose and down. Not down because he had visited and left, but just down, depressed. One Friday after basketball practice, Delta and Trish proposed that we take Sarah out some place and cheer her up. Sandy, who seemed to always be present with us, said we should all do that. Sandy and Keith were being a little distant with each other so it would be me with four girls. It seemed Keith wanted more of a physical relationship than Sandy wanted to give him. She said she was saving it for marriage and he was saying they were close enough and in love enough to do more. Sandy's way to handle it was to tell Keith to go get some girl that wanted to do that stuff then come back to date her afterward. We took Sarah to the country club along with the girls parents. Sarah was a hit with George and Dan. She was tall, busty and luscious looking, a tall, dark contrast to Cecile and Carol. The mom's both had nice slim figures with at least big C's or probably D's up top while Sarah probably had twice what they did. I couldn't take a guess, Z's maybe? It was funny to watch them dance with her as they were actually a little shorter than she was in heels. When I danced with Sarah the first time it was right after dancing with the diminutive Sandy. What a contrast that was to go from a skinny, little girl to a voluptuous Nubian amazon! Delta and Trish kept my mind on them with their full body contact while dancing. The moms were bad the way they were rubbing around on me but were probably trying to get the guys attention. On the way back to the dorm that night Sarah opened up a little. She said she didn't think she could keep up a relationship with her guy because she just didn't love him. She thought he was a very nice guy but didn't think it could be long term. She said she was depressed because she had to tell him and she felt bad about doing it. Her mom and dad said they understood and it was her decision. She thanked us for including her in our night out and that it had helped her feel better about herself. Saturday's football game was a home game so it was okay for me to be up a little late. We were only out till eleven so I was in the sack in plenty of time for bed check. I was laying in my bed reading when the coach stuck his head in. Big Al asked how everything was and was I getting enough time for basketball. I assured him everything was fine. He nodded, said goodnight then closed the door to continue on his rounds. It was unusual for him to do bed checks. Normally it was some of the student coaches who did the deed. The game was with a tough rival. We kicked off to them and over most of the first quarter they made play after play until they finally crossed the goal. This was the first, first series goal we had allowed the entire year. When they kicked off to us we ended up on the fifty so we had pretty good field position. Adrian was stuffed on two consecutive plays then the coach called for a five-receiver set with me a short down field safety valve. I made my bump off the line then ran to my position pretty much undefended. Stan threw me the ball and I was able to get a first down. Two more consecutive runs were stopped and this time I was covered but Stan was able to scramble down field for twenty yards to get the first down. This time on first down Stan faked a pitchout to Adrian then threw the ball to me, very high. I had to jump really high to catch it and was hit by three guys before I could hit the ground. Thank goodness I held onto the ball because I hit the ground in the end zone. I was pulled for the point after and the kick off as I was still trying to recover from getting the wind knocked out of me. Once again this team slugged their way down the field rushing three plays to get a first down. Their offensive line was bigger than our defensive line so they were having their way with us, pushing us back far enough to get three to four yards a carry. The defensive coach had everyone but two safeties rush the line to try to stop the runner. They stopped him twice but then the quarterback dropped back and lofted a long pass down the sideline. Keith was on the receiver so tight he was flagged for interference. Keith came off the field hanging his head. The coach jumped him and told him to stand tall and get back in there and do what he does best. They repeated the two stops then passed again to the guy Keith was defending. Keith waited till the ball was almost to him then jumped up and caught the ball in his stomach. The receiver pushed him out of bounds after the catch but it was still our ball on about our twenty. This time our offensive line found a weak spot and Adrian got nine yards then followed that up with an eleven yard run. Instead of a running play, Stan called a two-receiver slant with me up front and the wide out to be farther down. The play is designed to confuse the defenders and they will usually guard the long receiver and let the short guy get free. When I came off the line I had to push at the defender as he was trying to get to Stan. I got to my position only to have the defender now on my butt with another coming toward me. I saw Stan throw but it turned out he was throwing to Adrian out of the backfield who went almost thirty yards. Adrian ran five more times ending with him just across the goal line. My contributions were just blocking guys downfield before they could get to Adrian trying to come along. We were into the fourth quarter only up by seven when the other team kicked a field goal. Now we were only up by four. On the kick off they shifted to one side signaling their intent to try to do an on-side kick. When this happens all of the receivers were shifted to where ever it looked like the ball would go. They kicked the ball just right for it to bounce high off the turf. I jumped as high as I could and luckily came down with the ball. Lucky because there were at least five of the other team squashed around me. The good thing - we were on their forty. We did the double slant on first down and I got an easy fifteen yards. Adrian caught a pitch-out out of the backfield and gained about eleven. Then the coach called three successive rushing plays. Adrian ran into the end zone behind my block. On the kick off, Big Al wanted to give these guys some payback so he called for an on side kick, but we had practiced this keeping our line looking like a normal kickoff. If they had looked, the other team would have seen only receivers and backs on one side and everyone else on the other. Our kicker had a practiced pooch kick that went up in the air in an arc dropping about twelve to fifteen yards away. Before I could get to the ball, one of our wide outs snatched it out of the air and fell to the ground. With only three minutes left, Adrian and the other back only needed to get a couple of first downs which they did and the game was over. The win was great because the opposing team was such a big division rival. A funny thing happened when I put on my street shoes. It felt like something was in the toe of my shoe. I was about to pull my shoe off when Adrian put his hand on my shoulder and told me to check my shoe later. After the game, Delta, Trish, Sandy and I went to Trish's house for a party. Her Mom and Dad were hosting a big alumni bash. Thank goodness we won so now the party was for a win. Several of my teammates had been invited and Adrian showed up with both Mandy and Sarah. I finally had a chance to go into the bathroom and check my shoe. Stuffed up into the toe of the shoe was a fifty-dollar bill. I didn't know whether to be happy, mad or apprehensive. I really shouldn't accept money like that. When I saw Adrian later he asked me about it and I told him how I felt. He just said don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Someone was playing the piano so I headed toward the music room or music lounge as Cecile called it. Sitting on the bench playing one of Debussy's Preludes was the diminutive Sandy. She was so tiny she couldn't reach the far keys and had to lean and scoot to the right to play the real high chords from the piece. Sandy played beautifully. It took me a while to realize she was playing without music, completely from memory. She had people throughout the room spell bound with the beauty of the music. I went to stand beside her as the Prelude came to its conclusion. Sandy was playing with her eyes tightly shut squeezing out tiny tears that had streaked down her face. When she finished, she placed her hands in her lap and gave a choked sigh then opened her eyes to the applause that surrounded her. She looked up at me then reached up and grabbed my shirt to pull me down to sit next to her. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. She held me like that for a minute then let me loose looking into my eyes. "Sorry to get your shirt all wet, I get so emotional when I play that it takes me a while to get over it. My mom taught me to play and that was her favorite. Since she passed away, every time I play it I get choked up. Sorry Chuck." I hugged Sandy again saying, "no need to be sorry. I'm glad I was right here for you to get a hug." I turned to the keyboard and asked, "do you like Chopin?" "Sure, doesn't everyone?" Sandy replied. "Depends," I said as I began a very recognizable piece for piano students written as a duet. "Oh yes Chopin's "A Wish," Sandy exclaimed and instantly began playing the second part of the piece. "My mom and I played this all the time. Who did you play this with?" she asked while playing the melodious higher notes. "My older sister loved this and now my younger sisters play this together," I said as the music flowed. Delta and Trish materialized next to us pushing Sandy and I together so they could sit on the bench with us. At the intricate key change within the piece, Trish and Delta knocked our hands from the piano and continued exactly where we had been interrupted. At the next change Sandy swept their hands from the keyboard and she I took over again. We were all laughing so hard it was difficult to finish. When we played the final chords there were eight hands on the keyboard trying to find a key to play. Again everyone in the room applauded the beautiful music. Sandy and I left Trish and Delta playing some show-tunes they enjoyed doing together. Sandy and I went in search of food. We heaped our plates full then found a convenient spot at the dinning table to eat. Sandy told me how she used music to soothe her and help her from feeling lonely. She said that since meeting Trish, Delta and I she hardly had time for music and definitely didn't feel lonely. Adrian and I received lots of congratulations for our part in the game. Everyone there had been at the game and most were former players and students. Many of the ladies had been cheerleaders. Some looked it, some didn't. The party lasted very late. Finally, Trish said that we should run back to the dorm for some clothes for tomorrow. It was still mild enough that the guys would want to play golf and we would go to church afterward. We did the round trip and got back in time to help Trish's folks say goodbye to everyone and help clean up. When we had the place pretty well straightened up, Cecile and Carol had us four kids come into the living room for a few minutes. Carol told everyone that she needed to tell everyone something together. Carol was sitting with watery eyes with Dan beside her, his arm around her. She sighed then began, "my grandmother, Delta's great grandmother, passed away this evening. You know she's been in a nursing home for several years. Tonight her pain has stopped, she is finally peaceful." Delta had immediately started sobbing. She put her arms around me with head on my chest and said, "my Grammy." Trish was on the other side of her and put her arms around her and hugged. Sandy just reached across me and petted Delta. Carol continued, "Mom, Delta's grandmother, is coming tomorrow and will be with us for a few days. She might stay here or she might prefer to stay in a hotel. We'll have to see. There are going to be a lot of people in and out for the next few days so just bear with me for a while. Before you ask, there isn't much you can do. The arrangements have been made for a couple of years so all we have to do is call a few of the relatives that we couldn't tell earlier. If you girls want to help, just keep the refrigerator full of drinks and sandwich food for visitors. That's about it. I'll miss Grandma, but at least she doesn't hurt anymore. The poor dear lasted a lot longer than anyone could believe." Cecile went over and gave Carol a hug followed my George. Carol looked up and said, "Sandy?" Sandy jumped but looked back at Carol. "Earlier you were playing one of my grandmother's favorite pieces of music, one of Debussy's Preludes. You played it so beautifully. Would you play it for me again? It will be just like she was playing for me when I was a little girl." Knowing how emotional the music was to Sandy, I looked at her questioningly. She had watery eyes but smiled at. She took my hand and pulled me toward the music lounge. Everyone else followed. Sandy pulled me down beside her, hugged me then began playing again. Once again as she played, huge tears ran down her cheeks. As the piece was almost finished she had her eyes squeezed shut trying to keep back more tears. When Sandy finished, Carol came over to her and hugged her. Sandy and Carol were both crying. Sandy clung to Carol for a long time before finally letting her go. I promised myself to let Carol know why Sandy was so emotional when Sandy wasn't around. The three girls and I went upstairs to bed. I took off my clothes and was sitting in the bed with the only a night-light coming from the bathroom when the door opened and Delta came into the room. She had on a long flannel gown. She came over and climbed into bed saying she needed to be held. While we were sitting there the door opened again and Sandy came in wearing pajamas. She looked at us and asked if we would hold her for a few minutes. We were just finding comfortable positions when Trish came in saying she was lonely and needed to be close to us too. I pulled Sandy up on top of me and had Trish on one side of me with Delta on the other. They each had their head on my shoulders while Sandy had her head on my chest. All the emotion had tired Delta and Sandy. In just a couple of minutes relaxing they were both sound asleep. Trish rolled to me and gave me some sweet kisses whispering, "see how you take care of all of us?" Trish pulled the covers over all of us. Sure glad they had a double bed for the guestroom. Trish snuggled up and went to sleep. I didn't know what to do with Sandy. She wasn't very heavy and didn't restrict my breathing so I figured to just fall asleep. I was just about asleep when Carol and Cecile came into the room. They walked over to the bed and looked at us all piled together and shook their heads. They saw that my eyes were still open and asked, "are you going to let them sleep like that? Isn't Sandy going to get heavy?" I smiled at them and just slowly shook my head. "Thanks for watching out for the girls. They needed comforting tonight. You be good though and don't take advantage of these sleeping beauties," Carol said. Cecile leaned down and kissed my forehead. Carol leaned over me and kissed me on the lips then put her hand on my cheek saying, "thanks." Sometime during the night Sandy slipped from on top of me to in between Trish and I but still had her leg over the top of me. I had turned to my side so I was now chest to face with Sandy and face to face with Trish. Delta was hugging my back with her hand over the top of me lying on Sandy. I looked at the clock to see it was already six. I thought I might just go back to sleep but my morning hard on was sticking out of my shorts touching skin. That realization made it even harder. I tried to move away from Sandy in preparation of getting out of bed but she scooted closer to me and moved her hips around until I could feel my dick push between her lower lips that felt very wet. Oh shit, I couldn't let this happen. My little head flinched and Sandy tried to push herself onto me. She actually had me inside her, almost the entire head. I relaxed back onto the bed thinking that she would roll away but she spread her legs that much wider and hunched her hips to me burying over half of me into her. This woke her up. She stiffened, then looked up at me in fear and shock. Then she smiled, and closed her eyes hugging me to her, pulling off me just a little then thrusting herself onto me till she couldn't get anymore into her. Sandy let out a big sigh then squeezed me inside her. Her pussy was rippling and quivering while she was sighing and gasping pulling off me then pushing me back inside her. Her movements were becoming more rapid and exaggerated. Trish's eyes opened with a puzzled look then as she recognized what was happening she smiled or actually leered at me. She must have seen the panic in my eyes because she said, "do it. Do it to her. Make her happy." Sandy's eyes opened and she turned her head to smile at Trish but got an eyeful of flannel covered nipple for her trouble. Sandy was trying to push me over onto my back but only succeeded in waking up Delta. Delta pushed up on one elbow trying to figure out what was going on then seeing Sandy's passionate glazed expression, Trish's leer and my panic, she pushed herself up so she could kiss me. This gave Sandy enough room to push me onto my back, which gave her the leverage to sink me into her till she was full. Trish moved over me with Delta and I was now getting kisses from both of them while Sandy was wriggling on me with her two hands on my chest holding her up. I could feel myself getting ready to explode and was panicking. "Sandy get off me quick. I'm gonna cum. Oh Sandy, please get off, please," I begged. Sandy had her eyes squeezed shut just like she did when she was playing the piano but no tears. With a fairly loud groan, "I want this, I want this, let me finish, I want this." I was into her up to my balls. If I could have felt the outside of her, I think my dick would be inside her up to her tits yet she was rapidly fucking me with her insides quivering even faster than she was on me. There was just too much stimulation. I couldn't hold it any longer. I could feel my dick swell, the head expand and my balls draw up. When I blasted the first shot into her, Sandy's eyes opened wide, her mouth opened into a big 'O' then she grinned and moaned, "oh yeah!" Delta and Trish immediately tried to quiet her down, as she had been very loud. Sandy kept pumping on me, her whole tiny body shivering, saying continuously, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." My dick started softening after unloading a ton of juice inside the little girl. All I could think of was this tiny little creature with a huge belly carrying my baby. Sandy slowly relaxed and lay on my stomach, kissing my chest and hugging me. Trish got up and brought a couple of towels. She tucked one under my butt to catch what should have been draining out of the little creature still full of my semi-soft dick. "Delta look at that. Look where they're connected. Isn't that awesome? That's so sexy to see the big thing inside her like that," Trish was staring. "She is a naughty little girl to do what she just did. She's trying to steal our boyfriend," Delta added. "I'm not stealing him, I'm just borrowing him," Sandy said in a soft satisfied voice. "Um, a, Sandy. You should not have let me cum inside you. You could be pregnant. Now we'll all be counting the days." "I wanted that. I wanted that real bad," Sandy said pushing up with her hands on my chest, sitting up on me again. "I wanted you to be my first real man and I wanted you to put all your stuff in me. Thank you Chuck. You've fulfilled a dream I've had since I met you guys. And it's just the way I dreamed with Delta and Trish with me." "Sandy, unless you want seconds, you better get off me, you're squeezing me inside and it's waking up," I said cautiously. "Oh, I know. I can feel it. It feels good but I'm kinda sore," she said raising herself off me till I finally plopped out of her. Trish was still sitting near our feet looking at our connection. "What have you done with all his stuff? Usually we leak and drool all over when he comes out of us." "I guess my body wants to keep it inside me for a while. It feels good. I feel full and squishy inside," she said grinning now up on her hand and toes trying to look down at herself. She rolled off me to sit next to Trish. "Now I can be sweet sixteen. And boy, have I been kissed!" "Oh jeez, that's even worse. That's statutory rape until you're probably eighteen," I groaned. "I think sixteen is the age of consent in this state," she said authoritatively. "Be back in a sec, I've got to go potty." And she was gone. Delta gave me a kiss then said, "you naughty boy, how could you do that to her." "I think she did that to him," Trish defended me. "When I woke up Chuck looked like he was in a panic while Trish was wiggling around trying to get more of him inside her." "Well, you're big enough to have pushed her off," Delta said. "I had you two on my shoulders, my arms were trapped. Besides I didn't wake up all the way till she had me inside her," I said shaking my head and trying to get up. Sandy came back to the bed holding a hand towel between her legs. "Do either of you have a pad I could use. Chucks stuff started coming out of me in buckets." Trish got up and the two of them left the room. Delta pulled me back down and snuggled up to me. "I'm a little jealous. When you do that with Trish, I don't care but with little Sandy I wanted to grab her and spank her or something." I hugged her to me and kissed her forehead. She wrapped herself around me until we touched from toes to nose. Delta was kissing my neck and wiggling against me. "Maybe I'm just jealous that she might have your baby before Trish or I. Trish and I are supposed to be watching out for her and maybe all we did was watch her get knocked up. Hope not." Trish and Sandy came back and sat on the bed. Trish urged, "Sandy, tell Chuck and Delta what you just told me." Sandy looked a little sheepish, "I woke up feeling Chuck hard against me. It really excited me to be that close to him while he was excited. I kept thinking he was dreaming of playing with the three of us and that made me even more excited. I know Chuck belongs to you two but thought I would borrow him to find out what it would feel like to have a real guy in me. My periods aren't that regular but it's been over a month since I had one and I'm a little swollen up the way I get before my period comes so I thought I would be safe. I didn't think about the statutory thing though. I was just focused on seeing what it would feel like. I'm sorry Chuck. I shouldn't have done that without you wanting too. And I'm sorry Delta and Trish that I used your guy without your permission or approval. That wasn't very grown up of me." I was relieved about her periods and so it was likely that I would not be Dad before my time but I was still concerned about how the girls were taking this. Trish lay down on my other side and wrapped herself around me like Delta then reached and grabbed Sandy's little girl baby doll and pulled her down on top of me again. "So how was your experiment? What did you think of it?" Trish asked. Sandy, now laying on top me whispered, "it was better than I could have ever imagined. It got to the point where I never wanted it to end but if it didn't stop immediately I was going to go mad. Now that I know what it is like, I want to do it again and again but I think I'm going to wait for awhile cause I'm a little sore. I think that when I do have sex again, it should be with someone who cares for me as much as I do him. I know you like me Chuck, but you don't love me like you do Trish and Delta." "You didn't bleed," Trish stated. Sandy answered a little louder, "naw, I busted my hymen years ago playing with myself. Because I was alone so much, I was always messing with myself, touching, feeling and poking. If it was shaped half way like a penis or something that would fit, I put it in me. Until you guys came along, my only entertainment was my vagina. I was so into cucumbers, the housekeeper used to think it was my favorite snack." Delta and Trish both giggled at that and were stroking Sandy as if she were a pet. "I hate to break this up but I have to go potty. That's what Sandy woke up to and I still haven't had a chance to go. Let me up," I said. Sandy sat up between my legs while Trish got out of bed and Delta sat up releasing my arm. I went to the bathroom and drained several gallons from my bladder. Whew, what a relief. I came back into the bedroom and noticed the clock said it was after seven. I told the girls, "guess George and Dan decided not to play golf this morning." "They couldn't silly," Trish said, "it's raining outside. I'll bet if we listen, Mom and Dad will wakeup and have some fun on this rainy morning. Lay back down here and let's see if Delta and I can enjoy you a little." Trish was sitting on the side of the bed and when I approached it to lie down, she reached over and pulled my boxers down exposing my rising pride and joy. When I sat on the bed, Trish reached under the pillow and pulled out a handful of little foil packs of Trojans. "We're gonna wrap that sucker and make sure it doesn't make any more Mamas this morning." Sandy was sitting cross-legged Indian style at the foot of the bed. She would have looked natural with a pencil and pad taking notes. Delta scooted over to the center of the bed on her back with her legs spread. Sometime in the last couple of minutes she had lost her panties but still had on her short gown but pushed up over her breast. She was holding her arms out to me to settle right on top of her. I lay on her and began kissing her. I kissed her lips, her face, eyes, ears and neck until she pushed my head toward her very stiff nipples. After loving her breasts for only a little while she pushed on my shoulders again. When I settled between her legs with them over my shoulders I noticed a towel under her. The girls were prepared. She was very moist, leaking her excitement. I think she started to orgasm from the first touch of my tongue. I kissed, and licked and sucked on her till her pubic bone was rapidly beating my nose. If Trish hadn't had her mouth over hers she would have woken the neighborhood, much less Trish's parents. My hair was too short to pull, so she grabbed both my ears and pulled. When I came up to look her in the eye, her knees were still over my shoulders, bending her nearly in half but presenting her pussy to me to easily slide in slowly till I hit bottom. Delta was so excited and open, it didn't take but one continuous stroke to be 'balls deep' in her pussy. Our pace increased in relation to our excitement and in a couple of minutes our bellies were slapping together at a very fast pace while our mouths was locked together. Delta pushed up on my shoulders to unglue our lips and gave a very loud groan. Trish instantly put a pillow over her face to keep her quiet but she didn't have to hold it there as Delta went limp. When she did, it held off my pending orgasm so I stopped, still connected and still on top of Delta. Trish pulled me from Delta and pushed her from the center of the bed so she could take her place. Trish pulled my head straight to her stiff nipples, which I sucked into my mouth. Just the touch of my teeth on her nipples set her off. She must have been really worked up as she kept coming as I kept mouthing her nipples and breasts. I started to move down to her pussy to kiss it to but she wouldn't let me. She pulled me up over her and reached between us to pull my dick into her. As soon as she felt my little head open her lips she slammed herself upward burying me in her. She had her eyes shut and you could tell she was gritting her teeth as slamming herself into me time after time. She pulled my face down to her and we began kissing fiercely, bruising our lips. We only lasted a couple of minutes till she was groaning a loud "Ahhhh!" even through our kiss and I was filling the Trojan. Trish hugged me and squeezed me hard with her legs wrapped around mine saying, "sometimes I don't think I can get enough of you and just want to push you entirely into me. I just want to swallow you whole through my pussy." Delta hugged us both kissing both of us, then Sandy came up to the other side of us and kissed us three while trying to hug us all with her little arms. "You should feel loved Chuck. These three seem to want to smother you with their kisses and love," came a voice from the doorway. Oops! Trish looked up at her mom with a silly grin while Delta pulled the bedspread over Trish's bare bottom, "morning mom." "Why don't you guys wash up and come down for breakfast where we can have a little talk. Trish, your Dad had to go into his office so hurry and come down, okay?" Cecile said as she closed the door, shutting it. "I thought I locked it last night," Delta said. Sandy who was getting out of bed said, "my fault, when we went to the other bathroom for the pad, I didn't lock it." "Not to worry," Trish said, "I've already told mom I was playing with Chuck. She's not mad." "I hope my mom is as understanding as yours," Delta said. ------- Chapter 18 We got up and I headed to the shower to get cleaned up. Delta and Sandy headed out the door but Trish followed me into the shower. We did wash, but we did as much playing as washing until we finished with Trish leaning against the wall with me behind her. She kept telling me to "pull out, pull out when you do it, don't do it in me, pull out." We groaned through our orgasms and all my juice landed on her back and stomach as she turned around quickly to finish me off with her hand when I came. She left me to dress and I met the three of them in the hall before we went downstairs together. Cecile and Carol greeted us sitting at Trish's big kitchen table. I could see Delta stiffen up in apprehension. Trish and Delta got coffee and brought me a cup then Trish got Sandy a glass of orange juice. As we sat and sipped our drinks for a couple of minutes Cecile and Carol squirmed around a little then Carol elbowed Cecile; they both started giggling. Cecile looked up at us grinning, "gotcha." Carol had a concerned look and said, "Delta, honey you could have talked to me about this. You know I always listen to you baby." Delta was staring into her coffee cup not knowing what to say. She didn't have to as Sandy sat up straight and said, "this was all my fault, I'm the one that started it. Don't blame them, it was my fault." "When I looked in it seems you weren't involved Sandy. Seems my daughter was the one pretty involved with Chuck here," Cecile said. You could see the stumped look on Sandy's face. Trish, who had a very happy expression her face the whole time finally spoke, "I'm glad everyone knows. Now I don't have to worry about what you think Mom. I know I've already told you about it but now that you've seen it with your own eyes, you know for sure." "No mistake about that, from my perspective this morning, everything was on display, even the condom you had on Chuck," Cecile said. My face turned beet red. What do you say to a mom that has just caught you buried in her daughter? I didn't have a clue. "Well Mr. Athlete, Celle caught you with Trish and Sandy said she started it, did you at least pay my daughter some attention?" Carol asked. I was still very red faced but Delta found her tongue. "A lot of attention mom. When Sandy woke us up doing Chuck, I was a little jealous. When I told Chuck how I felt, he showed me he cares for me too." Then with a guilty smile and a shiver, "and it felt wonderful." Carol, with some tight lips smirked, "can you believe the little scoundrel did all three of them?" turning to Cecile. Loudly from all three girls and Cecile, "he ain't little." Sandy wiggled in her chair and repeated, "he sure ain't little." Carol looked at Cecile who raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. "He did you too?" "No mom," Delta scoffed, "she just saw him that's all." Cecile cleared her throat. "Well anyway. You have been caught. You were almost caught by George but he didn't hear Sandy and Delta making all that noise. It's a good thing too as he wouldn't be very understanding about his little kids fooling around under his nose." "Kids? Carol and I know all about hormones in college. We were where you are at right now. We were just as hot to trot as you guys are except we each had our own guy," Cecile continued. Carol then added, "and we married them too." "Come on Carol, be truthful. We both sampled the territory a little before finding guys that were keepers," Cecile said. Sheepishly Carol answered, "but we never brought them home." "No but we sure did sneak them into the dorm room often enough. So don't be too critical," Cecile admonished. "This is the deal," Cecile started again, "Carol and I are not going to discuss this with you dads. And you guys are going to be more careful about fooling around when your dad is here. Chuck, you are going to be careful to make sure our babies do not have babies yet. You girls are going to make sure of that too. And Sandy; I don't know what to do about you. I don't even know whether it's legal for an eighteen year old to have sex with a sixteen year old." "It's legal in this state, I've already found that out. I was planning on getting with Chuck so I looked it up in the library and even confirmed it by calling the Legal Aide Society," Sandy asserted. "Whatever Sandy, but you are really too young to be giving yourself to guys. You need to be young while you can," Carol said. "I know," Sandy said a little downcast. "I'm smart enough to be in college before a lot of kids get into high school but too young to be a woman. It's kind of funny that I can learn anything I want but not about sex or myself." Cecile and Carol looked at each with a mutually puzzled look. Cecile answered for the both of them. "You are right about that Sandy but even you have to agree that just barely sixteen is probably too young to be having a full scale sexual relationship, don't you agree?" Sandy just nodded. Carol reached over and touched Sandy's hand. "Celle and I know you don't have anyone to talk to about this stuff. We didn't know till last night but now that we do, we want you to know you can come to us for anything. To talk, to ask questions, anything you might feel more comfortable talking to a grownup about. You don't know us very well yet, but if you continue to hang around these two for any length of time," Carol was pointing at Delta and Trish, "you'll get to know us very well." "I hope so and thank you both for being so nice to me," Sandy said with watery eyes. Cecile spoke again. "So the deal is this - you four are not to be having 'loud' orgy's when your parents are home. You are not to rub your sexual relationship in either of your parents' faces. And, most important, no babies, hear?" All four of us, "yes Ma'am." We had breakfast, then I suggested the four of us go to campus and get caught up on studying. The moms said we could go back to campus after church and a quick lunch. We made arrangements to have supper at Delta's later that evening. Carol suggested I bring my laundry when we came so I could get it done without having to pay for it or take the time to do it myself. It was a good deal. University life sure can be an education, especially with three ladies teaching you about life. ------- Tragedy struck our little group. Delta and Trish were taken out of one of their classes and then went for Sandy as they were listed as Sandy's on campus monitor. Her Dad had passed away from a heart attack. Sandy didn't even know he had been sick. The girls went to pack some of their clothes then waited till after basketball practice to talk to me. They were going to take Sandy home so she could take care of what needed doing. While we were still in the cafeteria, Cecile and Carol showed up. "We're going with you. Sandy may need an adult for something so Carol and I are going." Cecile said. Sandy was still in shock and was sitting next to me, hugging me. Carol came over and sat next to Sandy. She took her and held her to her comforting Sandy as only a mother can do. "Sandy, you're like my own, so just be like you're ours between Cecile and I. We're here for you, we'll take care of you." With that Sandy sobbed holding onto Carol tightly. They left to take care of Sandy and all the necessary arrangements. Sandy didn't have any sisters, brothers, aunts or uncles but she did have an elderly grandmother who lived with her dad. It was her grandmother who had been with her dad when he died. Cecile and Carol helped get everything done. They even hired a visiting nurse/housekeeper to come take care of the grandmother on a near daily basis. It seemed Sandy's dad was pretty well off so there would be a lot of legal stuff to take care of. Sandy's grandmother said she would take care of all the legal stuff and even agreed to sign a supervisory custody letter for Sandy to both Cecile and Carol. They were serious about taking care of her. It took them over a week to bury her dad and get everything taken care of. Sandy was planning on being home for Christmas. She felt like her grandmother would want to be there and for her to be there for company. When the girls got back to school, they had to work every spare minute to catch up on their classes. They had a ton to make up but were able to completely catch up in a little over a week. Football season had ended and basketball season was in full swing. Our team was as usual pretty good. The football team surprised the other schools these last two years but our school had a reputation for having a good basketball team every year. The coach finally had Kenny distributing the ball a little better. I was being fed about one out of three opportunities instead of four out of five. The looks were more open because of it and I was able to go inside and dump to Kenny easier than before. My offensive rebounds picked up a bunch since I wasn't the one shooting almost every shot. Opponents knew the corner was a favorite of mine so guarded me closely whenever I edged that way. Kenny and I had a well-practiced play where, when I saw him catching the ball leaning my way, I would jump. His pass would hit my hands at the top of the jump and I would shoot from there. It was almost a guarantee I would be fouled. The folks guarding me were not tall enough to out jump me. If the defender took up residence in the corner then I could easily come into pick someone so Kenny could do his graceful hook shot. At probably over the six nine he was listed at, he looked like a giant windmill whirling and jumping, stuffing the ball into the net. Christmas was coming and I was looking forward to spending a little time at home. Our school was the annual host to the holiday tournament so I would have to be back on the 27th. When I called home, I had a huge surprise. My family, with the exception of my two next oldest brothers and my married sister were planning on coming to the university to spend Christmas and New Years with me. Dad said Mom had just mailed a letter to me to fill me in on their plans. Dad also said the oranges and lemons were going to be late and the strawberries could be handled by the boys and the workers we had so he had decided he wanted to see my school and see me play some college basketball. This meant my three sisters twelve, fourteen and fifteen were coming with them. I was really excited. Dad told me he had shipped two hundred head of cattle and that they had all brought top dollar. He had already bought enough calves and stocked enough feed that he really was farther ahead this year than he had ever been. He even rubbed it in a little saying now that I was not under foot he was making big bucks. I told him not to bring his golf clubs unless he wanted to possibly play in the snow. He said my sisters were hoping it would snow, as they had never been in snow before. We talked for almost a half-hour. Like I said, I was excited. I couldn't wait to tell Delta and Trish. At supper I talked continuously about how neat it was going to be to have the family here. I said it would have been nice to go home to the warm weather for a week but I wouldn't trade that for the two weeks we would have together. I was surprised that all three of them knew about it already as my mom had been discussing the whole thing with Carol and Cecile. Wonder what else they had been discussing. Cecile had made arrangements for the folks to stay in a house near the girls' homes. One of the neighbors goes to the French Rivera every Christmas and New Years and welcomed the opportunity to offer their home to my parents. They were alumni too. The place was coming at a ridiculous price including housekeeping staff. Mom and the girls were going to like that. My family was going to get here the twenty-second, meet the owners of the home, drive them to the airport then stay till the second. The owners of the home wouldn't be back till the end of January. Like I said, I was psyched. The twenty-second was a Friday, the last day of finals, which I didn't have any of because of my grades. Sandy didn't have any either and had already left for home while Delta and Trish each had one and unluckily it was Friday afternoon. The girls were waiting for me after basketball practice to take me to where my folks were. Delta called home to find out that my folks were there already. She said she could hear one of my sisters playing the piano in the background. We went straight to Delta's. My Dad's Ford wagon was sitting at the curb with a good-sized box trailer behind it. When we came in the house, my three sisters jumped all over me giving me hugs and kisses on the cheeks. My Mom stood on her tiptoes and I leaned down so she could give me a kiss and a hug. Dad shook my hand then gave me hug telling me how good it was to see me. He said it looked like I had grown pointing to my pants that had gotten short again. I hadn't thought about it but it could have happened, I would check the next time I went into the weight room. They all marveled at how broad my shoulders had become since I had been doing all the exercise for sports. I told them it was all the good food Cecile and Carol had been feeding me. Cecile, Carol, mom and dad all had glasses filled with something other than soda pop. I could tell as Mom and Carol were both acting a little high already. Mom wouldn't let my supposed new height be and insisted I stand in the door way barefoot and be measured. Trish stood on a chair and scribed a line to measure. Delta came with a cloth measuring tape and two girls first measured six feet then with both of them on the chair they dramatically measured six and a half inches. Wow, I had grown an inch and a half. Dad said, "see, I told you." Mom asked how much I weighed now. I just shrugged my shoulders, as I wasn't in the habit of weighing myself often. Delta took my hand and told them we would be down soon. Then with an exaggerated wink, she pulled me up the stairs while those we left laughed. I stepped on her mom's bathroom scale to find out I was a whopping 205 pounds. Wholly smoke. Over six-six and over 200. I was big. Delta hugged me and said she was glad I was getting big enough to take care of both Trish and her. I got a kiss with a smile then we went downstairs with the news. My folks couldn't believe I was so big. My dad said my other brothers were about six-foot and six one but both were heavier than I was. He said they both probably weighed around two ten or two twenty. I asked if Carl, the nearest older brother, was still real good at baseball and was told he had been scouted a few times. Dad said if Carl did anything he would try to go to Florida or Florida State, as he didn't think he would like too be far away from home. Dad said that Danny, the younger of the two left at home, wanted to be a Marine and if that didn't work out, he wanted to be a farmer. Danny had one leg that was a little shorter than the other and couldn't run as fast as other kids. If you didn't know he had the problem though, you would never know it as he walked normal and had adjusted the way he would stand to look even. My sisters tired of the piano and came into the living room where the rest of us were. I was on a couch between Delta and Trish but the three sisters didn't care as they just climbed onto my lap, one on one knee and two on the other with all their arms around my neck. Carol and Cecile started laughing. Cecile said, "no wonder he gets along with his three girl harem, he's used to it. Do you girls do that to him at home?" Sissy, the youngest and boldest said, "he's ours. He's our big brother and we just love him and miss him so much. He was always the one who read us stories at night and sang us to sleep. So you guys are just borrowing him, he's ours." That brought some giggles from the other two sisters as well as Delta and Trish. Dad said he had brought me a couple of my toys. I had no idea what he meant till he tossed Sally, the oldest of the visiting sisters the keys and said, "girls go out to the car and bring his stuff in." Sissy came in dragging two guitar cases, Christine was lugging my big base amp, and then Sally came in carrying my small practice amp and another guitar case. Christine went back out and came back in with big guitar amp with the big Leslie speaker. What shocked me next was both Christine and Sally went out together then came back carrying my big portable road style Jenco vibraphone. They had brought almost everything but my drums. "Dad, I don't have any place for all this stuff. I can't keep it up here," I lamented. Carol spoke up, "you have our music lounge to keep it in. Anything you want to store, you can put it in the basement rec room." I didn't even know they had a basement rec room! Cecile said, "and our music room is even larger than here plus Trish has a separate music room upstairs. Have you seen her music room?" I just shook my head no. "Get out a guitar and play for us will you," Delta asked. I didn't see my favorite twelve string so I took out my acoustic Gibson and started tuning it. I had to go into the music room to use the piano, as it had been a while since I had played. When I walked back in the room, Sally had my twelve string on her lap with a big grin. "Here, you play this and I'll play your Gibson." The twelve string was tuned and ready. It felt so comfortable. It was always a pleasure to play. They frets were low and worn so it was easy to glide up and down the frets merging sounds from one key to another. I knew what Sally wanted. Sally always begged for anything that closely resembled the "Flamenco." From the time I tried to play it the first time till I left home she would ask me to play it for her. She was actually pretty good herself but didn't like the twelve string because she said her fingers didn't fit that well. Surprisingly I was able to play fairly well entertaining all present, especially Sally. She played some chords and picked around a little with the leads backing me up. Together, we filled the living room with exciting sound. I gave the last strum and was surprised that we now had George and Dan there too. "See girls, I told you he played all kinds of instruments. I can't wait till he plays the vibraphone for us. Can you play some Lionel Hampton stuff?" Dan asked. Sissy spoke up, "I've been practicing with the vibraphone and doing pretty good. I use all your jazz records and try to copy them. You do have a lot of Lionel Hampton. But mostly George Shearing and that sax guy you like." "Dad got me a new guitar too. It's like your old Strat but has a real mellow sound like a Les Paul. Want me to bring it in?" Christine asked. "Go get it Christine, we'll go into the music room and have some fun," I said turning to my dad. "How did you bring all this stuff up here, did you bring a truck?" "I bought a nice covered trailer and brought a bunch of your stuff. Whatever you don't want to keep up here, I'll take back with me. I didn't bring any of your drums as most people don't want all the racket you make," he laughed. I took the vibraphone in and set it up close to a wall outlet so we could plug it in. I brought in the big guitar amp, plugged it in and turned it on to let the tubes warm. Next I brought in the base amp and did the same then brought in the cases to set them aside and to open my Les Paul and my Corona bass. I was really proud of the base, as it was the first fretless bass made by that company. I had written them about one and they had sold me their first. It was probably their second as I'm sure someone in the company kept the original for their personal prize. Christine came in with two cases. I recognized my old Strat case and took it out to tune it. Each instrument has its own distinct sound and music to play it with. Sissy was banging on the vibraphone with four soft mallets, two in each hand. She was good. Christine took out her new guitar and plugged it into the big amp. Sally went to the piano and had Delta and Trish sit with her. I used the twelve string and told Sally to start Lullaby of Birdland so we could get used to playing with each other again. I had my bass and kept the volume low so everyone could hear all the instruments. We did just like at home, we broke for each of us to have a sixteen-bar solo while we backed them. Traditionally when I played the bass, I only did eight and they recognized my lead in and we picked up the main thread and finished. George and Dan were clapping loudly. "Lee, you're a lucky guy to have all this entertainment. I'm surprised you and Jesse don't play." Big mouth Sissy told the family secrets, "Mom plays the piano and harp. Dad plays guitar but mostly he plays his banjo. He's pretty good with a fiddle too." "Fiddle? You mean a violin?" Trish asked incredulously. "The way he plays, it's a fiddle," Sissy said with sarcastic tone. "Your dad plays a lot of classical and you know it young lady," mom said. "Y'all just get him going playing all that mountain stuff and he lapses back to his childhood." Delta had jumped up and run upstairs to come back down with a violin and bow. "Here Mr. Johnson, you can play with us. We need more pianos so Mrs. Johnson can play too." Dad tuned up the violin asking for a couple of keys then slowly stroked the bow over then strings drawing out solid long tones going up the scale then back down. He shook his head then told Sally to begin what they had played last week. As soon as Sally began, I knew what was coming. Mom and Dad had played this together often, It was Beethoven's Sonata for violin and piano number seven in C minor. It is complex enough that everyone sat spell bound by the beautiful music. It wasn't a piece someone could play along with but could listen and enjoy the fullness of the violin against the intermingled chords of the piano. We all applauded when they were finished. Dad bowed then stomped his foot a few times and started his hillbilly clown act. He had been entertaining us kids and all the neighbors with his antics for years. Christine ran out the door again and came back in with Dad's banjo case. She got it out and started picking like she had been doing it all her life. Damn if my sisters weren't good. I often wondered about my two brothers. They never did even listen to much music. Oh well. We switched around instruments for over an hour till Carol said it was time to think about dinner. George said he was all for ordering delivery food in order to keep the entertainment going. Dad said we would play some more but we probably should eat as he knew Mom and the girls were tired from the trip and would welcome bed tonight. Dan said, "George, you and I should have put them up. We could have had non-stop fun for over a week." Mom offered, "I brought a bunch of music that the girls need to practice for a recital coming up. We saw the very nice piano at the other house but it needs tuning real bad. Chuck, if you have time, maybe you could tune it real quick. I have a C fork but that's all. Can you do it by ear from there?" "I can try but that may be more than I can do. I'll see though. Sally, you do pretty good tuning, I'll bet Dan has some tools to do it with too," I said. Cecile said with a shrug, "we just call the tuner to come and he does it the same day. We could do that. But before we do anything let me call Molly and see what she wants to do about her piano. They should be at their Villa by now." Cecile spent ten minutes getting the overseas call through and only a couple minutes talking to Molly. When she hung up, Cecile said, "Molly would be very happy if you would look at the piano. She said it hasn't been played in years, since their daughter went off to school. Her daughter is now almost forty." "Let me see if I can get it done first before we spend the money," I said as that was the way my family had always been. We always tried to do for ourselves. The three moms went into the kitchen. Twenty minutes later we were all sitting at the table eating roast beef that had been in the oven. Good eating. After we ate, my sisters, Delta and Trish and I went in Trish's car over to the house my folks were staying at to look at the piano. It was an old Steinway full grand piano not the common three-quarter found in most homes. It didn't look as if had ever been played. When I lifted the key cover the hinges were still tight as if it had just come from the showroom. I hit middle C and cringed. It was so far off I would probably have to check the pads on the hammers to make sure they were still good. I lifted the top and propped it up. All the pads were dry rotted and needed to be replaced. Several wires were broken from having been tightened to tight. One of the tuning whippens was pulled at an angle that it would have to rebuilt or replaced in order to work. I could tune it and probably replace the wires but I didn't know how to fix the whippen. I made a list of what I would need. The felt for the hammers would be cheap but it would take a whole day for me to do it. I wanted to go back to Delta's and ask Cecile about her piano guy. We went back to Delta's and when I told Cecile about the condition of the piano, she was surprised but agreed with me that a professional would be better for a piano of that quality. She said she would call the tuner in the morning. Mom and Dad said it was time for them to go rest and the girls needed a good nights sleep as well so they put away their instruments but left everything in Delta's music lounge. Carol said for everyone to come to the house in the morning for breakfast. She said it would be good. George and Cecile said they were going home too leaving the girls and I with Dan and Carol. ------- Chapter 19 My Gibson acoustic was still out so I went to put it in its case. While I was fiddling with it Trish asked me to play something else for them. In the bottom of the Gibson's case was some music that I recognized as an arrangement I had worked on before coming to school. I brought the music over to Carol and asked how she was at sight-reading. She actually blushed and said she was pretty good. I told her to look at the music for a minute while I turned on the vibraphone. I told everyone that when the girls came back over we could all do this one as it could use a bass line. When I brought Delta music for her to play with her violin she was very excited. Trish was looking at me with a kind of sideways look as if she were being left out. I handed her some music then my prized Gibson and told her, "Trish, I saw the guitar at your house and just know you play. You've probably even had lessons and are probably pretty accomplished considering how well you play everything else. Do this for me. Delta said, "you guessed right. She loves to play the guitar but hides from everyone when she does. She will hardly even play for me and I love it when she does." Trish was smiling as she lovingly fingered the guitar, playing a few chords while perusing the music. I said that Delta had the lead in with Carol and Trish coming in the third bar. I would be filler all through, backing the piano. I told them we would play it straight through the first time then I would show them what I had in mind when I did the arrangement. Delta began "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess. The violin was perfect; giving the eerie sound that almost mimics a voice singing. Carol and Trish came in perfectly. You could almost hear "and the living is easy." I did a mimic or quick repeat on the vibraphone accenting the tune. From the couch Dan moaned, "oh shit." Carol shot him a dirty look for his bad word but kept on playing. We played through the piece and all applauded each other because it sounded so good. I described what I wanted to do with the music and how I imagined it could be played. Carol said she wasn't very good at improvising when she played but would try. Trish was nodding her head about what I wanted and Delta said she wanted to try even though her instructor had never let her go off on any experimental play. They all thought they could do solos for at least half of the theme but try for the whole. I said what we all would do was to follow along and if the person needed the help we would just pick up where they had paused or fallen out. The key was to improvise around the main melody theme then if they got into trouble they could just continue with their music so that the piece would flow. We would play the piece through then rotate solos with the rest of us playing softly during the main theme but only chords then we would play the theme through again to finish. Dan had left the room before we had even finished playing the piece through the first time then reappeared with George and Cecile. All three had drinks in hand and sat on the couch smiling. I counted off pointing at Delta. She began with Carol and Trish coming in perfectly. When I did my part repeating the beginning theme rapidly, our audience exclaimed, "Wow." I thought it would be cool to let Trish go first so I told her to go first. Delta played the main theme softly while Carol did just the main chords. Trish was excellent. She picked through some jazzy renditions of the theme along with some full chords, and then it was Delta's turn who did a nice job mixing in some rapid fingering and bow work to give the violin solo a jazzy sound. We had to pick her up about three-quarters the way through but it worked perfectly for Carol to begin trying her solo. She did great mixing in some various progressions including some that were just dissonant enough to work perfectly. When it was my turn, I showed off but also showed I was not very well practiced as I had a few mallet slips along the way, but I didn't sound too bad. We played the theme through one last time and had a strong ending with a mutual grand chord. Our audience applauded while we four just smiled at each other. Carol was first to speak, "That was really exciting. Do you have more of this type of arrangement, Chuck?" "Wow, did you hear me make my violin sing?" Delta exclaimed. Trish was sitting, quietly playing the chord progressions of the piece on the Gibson, smiling. "That was just wonderful," Cecile praised. George was smiling and said, "Guess we have our own Jazz quartet right here Dan. That was really special. You wrote that Chuck?" "I arranged it George. Another George, George Gershwin wrote it. All I did was hear it a different way and adapted it to the instruments we played at home," I said facing the couch then turned to Carol. "I have tons of stuff like that but most of it is at home. I have a folder in my room that has a bunch of stuff I had been working on when I left home but as you guys know, I haven't had opportunity or an instrument for quite a while." Carol grinned, "well you have to get your music from the dorm and bring it so I can play it. I really enjoyed making some deviations from the theme. I heard it in my head before I played it. It was like I was creating it." I walked over to Carol and gave her a hug, "that's what jazz is all about." It was getting late. There were yawns from different folks so everyone left for bed. The girls and I went upstairs. I had stripped to my shorts and had pulled the covers over me when Carol followed by Delta and Trish came in all wearing comfortable flannel night gowns. Delta and Trish climbed in bed on each side of me and Carol came over and kissed me on the forehead then did the same with the two girls. Carol smiled at us and said as she was turning the light out but leaving the door open, "go to sleep you guys, be good. Night." The girls turned facing me assuming their favorite positions with a head on each of my shoulders. I was getting kisses on each cheek. "Wasn't that neat. Mom just came and told both of us to come get in bed with you so you wouldn't be lonely. Can you believe it?" Delta said. Trish agreed, "I would have thought my Mom would have done that long before your Mom would ever do anything like that." "Well she said for us to be good and go to sleep, so night my lovelies," I said and relaxed as if going to sleep. Both girls began tickling me with Delta saying, "you just think sleep and we'll get you. This just gives us more time as we don't have to wait till they go to sleep or get busy doing something themselves." I pulled my arms from under their heads and flipped over facing them. I kneeled putting my knees between each of their legs then pushed the two girls closer together. I leaned over the two of them and kissed each of them long and slow with lots of tongue. When I started kissing necks they pulled their gowns up over their breasts so that my next stop would be to indulge myself with four stiff nipples and four firm puffy breasts. Trish was really hot and actually came when I just started kissing her nipples. It took Delta all the way till I had sucked and nibbled her breasts before she gave her signaling groan. When I kissed Trish's belly button, she pulled off her panties and threw them. Before I could get to Delta's tummy her panties were tossed away too. I enjoyed both girls and with my fingers, mouth and tongue I brought them both to climax again and again. When they were both totally done, I eased up and kissed both of them gently on the lips. While I was kissing Delta, Trish scooted down and locked her mouth over my drooling dick poking through my boxers. She didn't have to give but a few licks and sucks before I was filling her mouth with come. She came back up and kissed both of us with sperm flavored lips then we snuggled up with a girl on each shoulder and fell asleep. Sometime in the night, Carol came into the room and just stared at us. She leaned over to kiss Delta on the forehead but paused then sniffed then sniffed the air again. She was softly giggling on her way out the door. I was groggily waking up wondering what time it might be when there was a bright flash and the hum of a motor whine. I opened my eyes to see Carol dressed in a robe with a Polaroid camera in one hand and twirling two pair of panties in the other. Trish lifted her head to squint at what was happening then the movement woke Delta who turned to see her mom taunting us. "Mom, what are you doing?" Delta asked. "I thought I told you kids to be good and go to sleep," Carol taunted. "He was good mom," Delta smiled, "very, very good." I just closed my eyes knowing Dan would walk in with a shotgun at any second. "Get up kids. The Johnson's will be here in a few minutes and you need to get up and be ready for breakfast. Now, out of bed, let's go," Carol urged us. "We'll get up Mom. Just leave us alone a minute, okay?" Delta whined. "I want you up now," Carol repeated and walked over to us and pulled the covers back rapidly then jumped back with her eyes bulging at the sight. Opps! Both girls had their nighties still pushed up over the top of their breasts leaving them totally naked from there down. I had my boxers on but my morning hard on was sticking out and straight up. The girls had the usual early morning hold on me. Trish had hold on the base while Delta's hand was holding me above Trish's leaving the big head and a couple of inches protruding above their hands. Carol was just stood there staring with her mouth open saying, "Oh my goodness." She finally recovered enough to back out of the room while her eyes were locked on the girl's hands until she left closing the door gently. I groaned in agony thinking I would be kicked out of the house soon. Delta asked, "what's wrong Chuck, you okay?" "Just concerned about your mom, I worry she will throw me out." Delta let go of me and sat up, "she saw us holding onto you before so what's the big deal if she sees it again." "Um, you two were both naked laying next to me," "We weren't naked, our gowns were just pulled up that's all." Trish said smiling now stoking my morning pride. "And you saw what she was twirling around on her finger?" I asked Delta. "She had our panties, now what did she do with them?" Delta asked as she walked through the door and went across the hall to check in her room. She came back into the room totally naked. "Let's get a shower real quick. I'm hungry." Trish answered for us, "I'll be right there," she said while still stroking me. Delta left for the bathroom while Trish rolled onto me kissing my face. "How are you this morning lover," Before I could answer she was sliding down on me filling herself with my morning pride. "That feels so good," she moaned. With rapid up and down hip movements we both exploded in seconds. Trish hugged me tight and kissed me tenderly then said, "just what I needed. Now I really need a shower." She pulled off me and headed to the bathroom in Delta's room. I could tell when she got in the shower with Delta because Delta let out a squeal and I could hear her loudly giving Trish the business about the stuff running down her leg. I grabbed my pants, shirt and some clean underwear and headed to the hall bathroom. Carol was leaning against the doorway still in her robe but it was gaping open showing me she didn't have a lot or nothing on underneath. She was standing there with the girls' panties still twirling on her finger. "Look here buddy, you said you guys were being careful. Well I just witnessed some un-careful activity between you and Trish. And you guys are supposed to be a little good when the Dads are around." Her lecture was being accented by her shaking her finger at me which was further loosening up the robe so I now knew there was nothing underneath. It was my turn to gawk. I couldn't help it. A big naked nipple with the swell of the two breasts along with a well trimmed beaver showing had my dick straight out again, poking through the split in by boxers. I had my pants and clean underwear in one hand and my shirt in my other so my hard-on was framed for her to see. "What made that happen," she asked startled after seeing it. "Um, a," I stuttered, then nodded at her. She looked down and saw she was so exposed then slowly stood up straight, which caused the robe to totally open showing off both big breasts and her flat tummy. She pulled the robe out showing me herself completely then closed it and wrapped her belt and tied it. She looked up at me and grinned then left for the stairs saying, "thanks, glad I still have it. You guys just watch yourself." I took a quick shower dressed then got all my stuff together in case I needed to make a quick getaway. The girls and I went downstairs to find the two Moms now both dressed, sitting at the kitchen table with coffee and the picture Carol had taken. I looked at the black and white picture to make sure it was decent. It was. It was also very sweet with the two girls on my shoulders and all three of us asleep with the covers up to our necks. The girls and I got coffee and sat at the table with the mom's. Cecile asked, "should we show this picture to your mom?" She was obviously asking me this. "My mom would probably be okay but you might not want to show dad or my sisters," I said. "I can understand your dad, but why not your sisters," Carol asked. "They would have too many questions. Remember they are farm girls and know what's what when it comes to boys and girls. They would be wondering just what the girls and I had been doing." "Me too," said Cecile. Carol elbowed her saying, "it was pretty obvious what they were doing when I pulled the covers down. These two were doing it again. Just like the last time when they were on the couch with both of them holding onto him and he was still sticking way out even with both their hands holding him." "So what. That's what you said they were doing last summer when you caught them on the couch," Cecile said. "But this time they were all naked," Carol said. "We were not naked mom," Delta said. "Our gowns were just up by our necks and Chuck still had his boxers on." "Well he wasn't actually doing it with either of them was he," Cecile asked. "Not then," Carol said, "but when I went up to remind them to hurry, your Trish was on him playing cowgirl and from my perspective she was riding bareback." Now I was really red. Trish and Delta both groaned. Trish smiled and said, "I'm sure you both know what it's like to have an itch that needs special scratching in the morning." Carol and Cecile looked at each other and laughed, "we do, we definitely do." "Come on, let's get breakfast started. Chuck, you start some bacon. Girls you two mix up some pancakes. Cecile why don't you start some biscuits and I'll cut up some fruit," Carol directed. "Oh Chuck, make some of the sausage too. Make some patties, okay?" We all went into action. While I had two pans going, Delta turned on the oven to warm up and took the top off the center of the big stove. Under it was a big grille that we could use for the pancakes. Cecile came over with a large cookie sheet full of biscuits ready to bake and put them into the oven. Delta poured pancakes out while I was pulling bacon out of the pan and putting more in. Dan and George came in the door with some bags. They set their stuff on the counter then rummaged around getting stalks of celery out. Dan washed it then cut it into long lengths. George was putting cubed ice into a big ice bucket then poured giant cans of V-8 into what looked like a clear plastic bucket. Then he put Worcestershire sauce and Tobasco sauce into it and finally stirred in a large bottle of vodka. Ah, bloody Mary's. The front door bell rang and Dan went to let my family in. When they all came into the kitchen, George gave my Mom and Dad each a tall glass with the mix and a celery stalk in it. Cecile asked how everyone wanted his or her eggs. Mom suggested scrambling a bunch, that way it could keep everyone happy. While Cecile started that, Carol used the sausage grease plus a little of the bacon grease and made milk gravy. My sisters asked where the stuff was to set the table and were shown by Delta. Trish and I started carrying in plates and bowls of food completely filling the table. This was very nice. While we ate breakfast Dan was telling my folks about us playing a Jazz arrangement that had been in one my of guitar cases. He said he couldn't believe how good it sounded. Dad just smiled as he was used to his kids making music. He tried to explain. "It wasn't till just a couple of years ago that we got electricity out where we live. Before that we were in the dark ages as the kids used to say. We used gas motors for the water pump and bottled gas for the milk cooler. We were lucky because we had running water in the house including hot water, just no power for lights, or TV. We had a battery-operated radio that Chuck figured out how to make it run off a car battery that he would keep charged by the water pump motor. So we always had radio music and ball games. "But for entertainment, Jessie, taught the kids how to play music. She always taught them how to play piano first then she taught them to play the guitar. I taught Gin, or Virginia the oldest girl to play the violin and now Christine is learning. The other boys aren't into music much but both can play the piano and a little guitar. They like to listen though and are always ready to sit down to listen to the family play. When we finally got the power turned on, we were ready. We already had a TV and a big refrigerator and a freezer along with lights all over the house. Like I said, we were ready. "Chuck here had gone an extra step. He had saved up and bought a stereo from Western Auto. I didn't know it but he already had stacks and stacks of records. He got most of them from a guy in town that services jukeboxes. Some of the big album records he had were jazz. I didn't even know he liked Jazz. I knew he liked rock and roll, country, and classical but I didn't know he liked Jazz. So all of a sudden we were listening to George Shearing, Dave Brubeck, Charlie Parker and just about any of the big names that had recorded. Next thing you know, Chuck is trying to get his sisters into jazz and getting them to play combos with him. That's what got him started arranging music. He even had some jazz for the violin." "That's what he had last night. He had music for the violin that Delta played. His arrangement was really a jazz rendition of Summertime." Dan said. "I haven't seen that one yet but I'd like to. We'll have to do that later." Dad Said. Sissy spoke up, "Chuck, I brought that bunch of folders you had of all your music. I even brought you your two fake books so if you get some jobs playing, you have the music." "You brought all of it? There was a whole file drawer full of stuff." I said. "No just the stuff you have written. I didn't bring all the printed sheet music you had." Sissy said. I turned to Dan and said, "You're going to like some of this stuff. Some is pretty good." "I can't wait to here it." Dan said. "Hey, how about I take you guys out to the University and show you around and show you my dorm room. I'll pick up my music folder from my room so I'll have all my music together. How about it?" I said. The girls were instantly interested in seeing the school and where I lived. Mom and Dad were as interested but were not all that interested in the walking around in the cold. "It looks like it's going to be about fifty degrees so that shouldn't be too cold for you guys. Come on Mom. I want you and Dad to see my school." I begged. I took my family to see the school. I showed them the student union, the chemistry building, my cafeteria and then the dorm. I asked for permission to take my family up to my room and got it of course. I then showed them the small room with the split bunk beds with the study table between them. I had some pictures of the whole family on a bulletin board over my bed along with some bigger posters of Florida. Mom was surprised how clean and neat it was. She commented that she guessed she had taught me well, to see my room kept so nice. I didn't tell her that I had cleaned it up especially for her and that I had a very anal neat freak roommate. The rest of the weekend was full of food, laughter and music. Dan and George kept inviting more and more folks over to listen to all of us. I was able to play my bass to accompany everyone. It was nice to have the solid bass line, as some music really needs it. Especially if you don't have drums. Saturday, Delta, Trish and I sneaked out so I could do some Christmas shopping. I still had money from summer so I had plenty to buy something special for everyone. I already had some special stuff for Delta and Trish. Sunday, Christmas morning I went over to the house where the folks were staying and said we were all to go Trish's house to open presents. We went out for an early breakfast then went to Trish's big home. The place was decorated very nicely with a big tree. Under the tree and around it were piles of gifts. There were so many that it looked like a dump truck backed up and dumped a load. Mom and Dad had another huge load to add to the pile. George served everyone eggnog and conned all the females to get under the mistletoe with him. Trish, Delta and Sally sorted and handed out gifts. When they were done everyone had a big pile in front of them. I had never seen so many gifts. When we were finished opening all the gifts and thanking each other for all the neat stuff there was a huge pile of gift-wrap that we took out to the alley to burn. While I was watching the fire, dad came out to stand with me for a few seconds. "Here Son, take this and put it away. I've had the best year ever on the farm. A lot of it was because of the way you set up our crop rotation and the stock you chose for us. This is not payment, it's just appreciation." I looked at the wad dad gave me and could only see a single dollar bill. When I flipped it up there were several hundreds under it. "Dad I can't take this. Just a little over a year ago we had to scrape to buy a bus ticket for me to get here. You can't take this from the family." "Listen son," My dad related, "when we had such a good year, I took most of the extra money and bought a bunch of land over near Lake Wales. Just as soon as I did, some guy wanted to buy a lot of it for a sub-division. He says he can get around ten thousand a house and was planning on building a couple of hundred of them. For the amount he offered, I couldn't refuse and I more than doubled my money. You know why I bought that land in the first place? You told me that Lake Wales was going to grow on the East and South side. Not the West End or the North but the East and South. So now I've bought up all I can on the South side of town. If you're half right about what you predicted we are already rolling in dough. If you're right about both directions, my goodness son, your mom and I can probably just sell the farm and live the life of luxury for the rest of our lives. So take that cash, put it in a bank and use it when you need it. You trying to go out with two girls at once is probably costing you a fortune, so just enjoy it." Now this was a surprise. My dad didn't waste money and didn't just give away money so I knew he was being truthful about his land deal and the farm profits. I stuffed it in my pocket and gave him a hug. "Thanks Dad." The girls were excited about the neat ankle bracelets I got them. I had read in my roommates Playboy that a great gift for girls this year would be a sexy ankle bracelet. Only one of the jewelry stores had them and what was neat was that they had a variety. They were happy that I was buying a couple as they said I was the first to ask about them. They had cheaper ones with little nametags on them so I got one each for my four sisters too. They gave me a big discount for my business. The girls were equally as excited as Delta and Trish. I also got them each a sweater and each a really neat knitted scarf. I got my dad a new wallet that I knew he needed and I got my mom a blouse and some costume jewelry she loved. I got lots of stuff, mostly clothes but I did get a kit of all kinds of guitar picks from each of my family. My mom cornered me in the kitchen at Trish's house while everyone else was over at Delta's. We sat at the table and had some coffee. She talked to me about trying to date two girls at once and even said she understood that they were very close friends. I said that we were not that serious because they were seniors and I was just a sophomore. She said that she had heard different from their moms and that the two of them were really tight and had begun planning how we three were going to stay together after school. I didn't even think they had been planning that far ahead. Mom then brought out a wad of cash saying she had put this aside for me because the farm had done so well. "Mom, I can't take any more. Dad gave me some money already. Save this for the kids. They'll need it." I said. Mom's mouth tightened into that straight line of determination and firmly stated, "I don't care what your dad gave you. This is for you. You've never asked for much and have always earned your way. Take it, enjoy it, put it in the bank and save it but you'll have it if you need it." And thrust it into my hand. "Now you've got to promise me that if you need anything, you'll call me," mom continued. "I know that things cost a lot when you're away from home so just ask and we'll send it to you. We have more now than we've ever had and seems as if more money comes in every week so don't worry about your sisters and brothers, just call when you need more. Your dad wants to get you a car while he's up here. You have to tell him whether you want a car or not. That's up to you. I just wanted to tell you what he's thinking." A car? My dad actually wanted to buy me a car? My Dad's not a cheapskate, but I don't think he's ever spent six cents for something he could get for a nickel some place else. That he would actually spend the money to buy me a car was pretty far out of the ordinary for him. Now I had to decide if I wanted to have a car up here at school. And just like the snap of the fingers, they were gone. ------- Chapter 20 Wednesday I had to go to basketball practice. Trish drove me to the dorm and then I jogged over to the gym. I was early enough to get in some extra shooting and free throw practice. The hand was hot as I was making shots from all over. My fifteen to twenty-foot jumper was almost an automatic. Normally if I missed it was usually around the fifteen-foot area so I was feeling on top of the world. The coach had us do some mundane drills then let us air out by doing a few tag team wind sprints. Everyone looked like they were in shape and ready so he had the bench reserves play the starters. Actually all of us were bench and starters. He just used the last game as a reference. It was close as every guy knew the other guys strengths and weaknesses. The guy guarding me man to man kept letting me have about a twelve-foot jumper and he was surprised that I kept swishing them. After the fourth one he started challenging me but it left Kenny open for his soft hook. No doubt about it, we were hot. The coach started subbing second team guys to give them some experience with first team folks. I was pulled on the first group of substitutions and came back to the bench. I hadn't noticed but my family was all sitting right behind the bench along with Trish and Delta and their folks. I rowdily welcomed them and said it was cool to have my own cheering section. Trish offered to give a couple of cheers but I said I didn't think the coach would go for the distraction. Practices ended with the usual shoot twenty-five straight from the line or do a hundred total, whatever comes first. I did my first twenty-five without a problem then rebounded for Kenny till he reached his at about fifty. He was definitely improving. As I went for the locker room to shower and change, Delta handed me a hanger with some pants and a nice shirt on it telling me the whole bunch of us were going to the country club for supper. We actually had to take three cars, the girls' folks in one, my family in theirs and the girls and I in Trish's. The meal was great and we all had a great time. George was bending the lounge manager's ear about us being some sort of special group of musicians and he should invite us to play a set on Saturday night. He said he would let George know. Dan and George were huddled together with Terry so I knew they were up to something. When we got back to Trish's, all the instruments were in her downstairs music lounge. There was more room for everything. An addition had been made. There was a three-quarter Kay base fiddle leaning in the corner. I grabbed it and did the lead in for the Big Noise from Winnetka. I said it's too bad we didn't have some drums or I could get Sally to play the base while I did the percussion. I even had some music for it in one of the fake books so the piano and guitar would be easy. I rummaged around in the big amp case and found a couple of pair of drumsticks. I set up the music for Sally and Carol then started. I began on the vibraphone then when the break came, played the feature with the sticks on the base strings. Too bad we didn't have any drums but it was good anyway. We played for an hour then it was time for me to go to bed either here or go back to the dorm. Cecile wouldn't let me go back to the dorm so we were getting ready to go upstairs when the phone started ringing. It's usually a bad omen when the phone rings late at night. George answered but was smiling almost immediately. He motioned to Trish then handed her the phone. She listen about to seconds the excitedly said, "Sandy, you're back." Easy enough, we knew what was up. So instead of going to bed, Trish, Delta and I took off to get Sandy from the dorm. She was in the lobby with her bag waiting on us. When she saw us, she was out the door and to the car before Delta could get the rear door open. Sandy dropped her bag then jumped up into Delta's arms. After she hugged her I was closest so she jumped into my arms then did a repeat with Trish who had gotten out of the car to join the welcome. It was kind of cute for someone to be so happy to see us. We drove back to the Trish's telling Sandy of all the excitement we had been having with my folks in town. She said her Grandmother could tell she was anxious to get back so told her to go early. She also said her grandmother was going to come down to visit for a long weekend in March. The four parents had waited at Trish's to welcome our midget back. She wasn't really a midget, just tiny. Sissy was taller than Sandy and probably out weighed her by twenty pounds. I really don't think Sandy was five feet tall. I'd bet on four ten or max four eleven and I'd also bet she didn't weigh ninety pounds. I promised myself to find out. Anyway Sandy was given lots of hugs and attention. She glowed. When it was time to go to bed, I went to the room I was normally in and put on the pajamas I had received for Christmas. I had just come out of the adjoining bathroom when Cecile came in. She was wearing a head turning diaphanous nightgown that didn't hide a lot underneath. If necessary I could have counted pubic hair. But being a boob man, I fixated on the two swaying orbs presented. "Look me in the eye Chuck," she said sweetly, "not at my tits." I turned red and lost the swelling that was beginning. "There is no sense in you being in here and those three coming in here after I go to bed. Go into Trish's room. The bed is considerably bigger. Plus it is a little farther away from the Master suite. Just hold it down a little and be careful. Now get and don't spread it around that I let you do this." I started to walk by her, trying not to stare at her breasts but she stopped me and gave me a hug the a soft kiss on the lips saying, "I guess if I were going to be a Grandma, you would be a good Daddy." She let me go then as I went out the door she whacked me on the butt. When I walked through the girls' door they were all three sitting on Trish's bed watching for me. They all raised their hands in the "okay" expression and turned to see Cecile doing the same. As soon as I cleared the door, Cecile closed the door till I heard it click shut. Sandy said, "your Mom is so cool. I can't believe she's giving us the okay to sleep together." I approached the bed and said, "how about we just snuggle and sleep because I have to be fresh for the start of the tournament." "Bull!" Trish said. "That tournament doesn't start till Friday so you have all day tomorrow to rest up. Get over here and take care of your harem." All three giggled at that so I started to get on the bed. Delta said, "stop, stop right there." She stood in front of me and unbuttoned my pajama top that fell to the floor then pulled the snap on my bottoms, which caused them to fall to my ankles. "Now you can get in the bed." All three got up and stood in front of me. Delta was on the left and pulled her wispy gown off to reveal she was without panties. Sandy was in the middle and had on her ruffley nylon baby doll. She bent over and it went flying off. She too was without panties. Then it was Trish's turn. She had on a gown just like her Mom's. Probably the same one just a smaller size. I could see all of her beneath the gown including the fact that she did not have panties either. She pulled the gown off and I was now presented with three totally naked girls. I was saluting them appropriately. The girls pushed me onto the bed and started kissing me everywhere. Trish was at my face. Delta was kissing my chest and nipples and the runt was rummaging around my stuff, kissing, licking and nibbling. "Hey what's with the teeth Sandy," I asked. "Well I am eating you, right?" She said which caused the other three of us to laugh. "If you eat that thing then I'm not going to be able to pleasure these other two very well," I said. Sandy came up to my face and gave me a very serious kiss. "I said that I wasn't going to do anything with anyone till I found someone I loved. I love you so I'm going to be first tonight. Just lay back and enjoy me my tall friend." Sandy went back down to my dick and rolled a Trojan on then climbed up over me till she was lined up. Amazingly she was able to get me started into her quickly. This time though, she tried to cram my entire thing into her instantly. She worked on it for several minutes till she was most of the way onto me but coming so hard she was losing control. I rolled her over then slowly fucked her through two more orgasms then held her tight as I filled the condom. Sandy expressed her joy and appreciation by covering my face with kisses then switching to the two girls and kissing them as much. I had pulled off the condom and tied a knot in it so the stuff wouldn't leak out. Delta lay down in the center of the bed and pointed at her pussy and said, "Feast." Instead of going straight for the best part I spent some time giving her some love with kisses then enjoying her puffy tight big nipple breasts. By the time I got to her pussy she was coming continuously. I slipped on another Trojan then eased my way into her snug pussy. Once fully seated I began to slow fuck her till she gave a groan then started slamming her hips up to me rapidly. Neither one of us could last after that so we both lost it and I filled another condom. After kissing Delta and making her feel loved after some good sex. I took Trish in my arms and gave her some great kisses. I stood with her so we could feel each other's entire body while kissing. I loved the way her stiff nipples punched into my chest and how soft her whole body felt against me. It didn't take me long till I was poking her while we were kissing. I laid her down and began giving her the attention similar to what I had given to the other two. She surprised me by swapping around with her pussy over my face and her taking my dick into her mouth. I gave lots of kisses, licks and sucks till her juices were almost squirting out of her. Meanwhile she had me on the brink in just a few minutes. When I locked onto her clit, she started sucking and stroking me rapidly. No contest, I lost it in her mouth while she vibrated all over my face. Trish turned back around and gave lots of loving kisses trying to keep them from being too spermy. "I'm so ripe right now that just swallowing your stuff will knock me up. I don't want to trust a rubber. I've heard those things do break. I don't know about you but that was really good for me, I love when you make me come so hard like that. The other two girls crawled up and lay with me while Trish put on a pair of panties and lay down on my other side. "This way it won't accidentally slide in there," she giggled as she pulled the blanket up over us. Sandy and Delta were wiggling around trying to get comfortable so I raised up disturbing Trish but picked up Sandy and laid her on top of me then slid my arms back under Delta and Trish. They settled onto my shoulders while Sandy kissed my chest a little then lay her head down and shortly after, we were all asleep. Morning came and Sandy was stirring trying to figure out how to get me inside her again. I pulled my arms from under to other girls the lifted Sandy up and set her on the floor. I told her to get back in bed, as I needed to pee bad. She asked if I was coming back to bed but I didn't answer her. After I peed, I came out of the bathroom to see Sandy expectant face watching for me. I told her that we should wait. I didn't like to do stuff when the other girls were not aware. She grimaced but nodded. I put on my pajamas then headed to my room to shower and dress. When I came out into the hallway Sandy was standing there showered and dressed too. We went downstairs to find all three moms' there. I introduced Sandy to my mom and tried to explain how Sandy became a part of our little group. "You mean your harem, right?" Mom asked. The other two mom's chuckled and Sandy blushed. "I saw the picture they took of you guys sleeping. It was really sweet but I don't know about you all sleeping together like that. Are you ready to be a daddy? You ready to be tied down already?" "He wouldn't be tied down with me," Sandy broke in. "I'm just an extra added attraction. I'm not getting married for a long time. I have medical school then internship then residency. I have a long time before I think of getting married." "I don't think we're ready to get married and we are not going to be parents right away. The girls will be graduating this year and I'm still going to be in school for at least another year. They're going to be out in the world while I still haven't figured out what to major in." "You should have majored in music like you wanted to in the first place," mom said. I frowned, "you know I couldn't do that because of my scholarship. The music department thinks jocks have cooties and the athletic department thinks the band is full of wimps. It just wouldn't work." Sandy added, "Chuck has as good a grade point as I do even with all the sports he does. I think he should be a doctor too or a chemist or some kind of scientist. He's great at math and chemistry so far." "Your great grandfather was a doctor so it is part of your heritage. I guess you could try to get a scholarship. If the farm keeps doing as well as it has, we could probably put you through medical school," mom explained. "But that doesn't take care of my special relationship with the two ladies upstairs sleeping," I said this thinking how much I was getting involved with them. "We're getting pretty deep, pretty serious. If we have to split up and go two different directions, it's going to hurt." "Well keep in mind you still can get drafted unless you stay in school," mom said. "Wow, I forgot about that Chuck," Sandy exclaimed. "If you don't go to grad school you'll probably have to go into the Army for two or three years. That would be even worse. You could be sent out of the country." From the doorway came, "I guess you better just plan on grad school and maybe even medical school." Delta who had just entered continued, "Trish and I can get jobs and still be right here but if you get drafted, you're out of here, long gone, adios, bye, bye." "I'll think about all of this as I have to make up my mind by this coming semester because I have to declare some kind of major. I don't know about medicine, as I haven't had that much biology. I don't know about that." Sandy corrected them all, "Chuck, so far you've had all of the biology that I've had so you are equally ready to complete pre-med." Trish came over and gave me a hug, "Delta and I will teach all the biology you need to know, won't we Delta." The Mom's laughed but it did worry me. The day went great then Friday came, the beginning of the big tournament. Our first game was at one o'clock so we were to be in the locker room by eleven to get taped and warmed up. I ate breakfast then had the girls take me to school at ten. The trainers taped my ankles then I went out on the floor to take the edge off my nerves. I was hitting shots from everywhere again so my stomach settled down. I started driving to the basket to lay it in. After the third or forth one I started jumping higher so I could stuff it. It's always fun to push the ball through the hoop from above. It's like 'Take that." The coach came up and told me to go downstairs and rest, to save my energy. The game got underway and in the first quarter it looked like we were going to have trouble. The other team guarded my side to the point that it was difficult to get the ball over there. Kenny started directing traffic and told everyone to just set up outside and have a turkey shoot. He told us as soon as they came out to get us, to pass inside to him and he would do the rest. The first almost thirty-foot look was mine. I set and hit. Then we got the rebound off a miss so the forward got a look and hit. The ball came back my way and I hit one from almost thirty feet again. You could see the other team start to break their control of staying back and tight. When the first quarter was over, the coach asked me if I could hit from the other side. I said probably especially if I could get a look from ten to fifteen feet. He said that the first set to play my normal position then when we came back down the floor again for me to swap sides and see if the defense traveled with me. Kenny said he felt they were going to lose the tight man to man and go to a shifting zone so we were going to be able to get inside again. Sure enough, when we came back down the court the second time, they got into a zone and we instantly pushed into Kenny who gave the point guard a pass that was perfect for a ten footer. He even got fouled and made it a three pointer. Defensively I wasn't doing all that well and was constantly being picked letting a guy get by me. When this happens, you don't have a choice and have to get more physical. I saw them set up for the pick and stepped out in the lane just as their shooting guard drove for the basket. Instead he drove right into me knocking me down. Offensive foul as I was moving into the lane before he was attacking it. We set up in the swapped position again but drew my regular guy on a man to man but they were following us out as we kept going back. Kenny was out at the top of the key when the forward passed to him while the point guard was moving to the basket. Kenny handed off and the guard one stepped it and laid it in. By half time we were up by eight but that isn't a ton when you're scratching for every goal. The coach said we needed to lull them for two sets then start fast breaking them on every play then frustrate them and press them full court for a quarter. He said he wanted us to run our legs off and he would sub us and give us some breathers. They came out trying to be aggressive but the full court press slowed them down and made them make mistakes. They turned the ball over to us on three consecutive plays then watched us run down the court and lay it in. By the middle of the third quarter we were up by fifteen and they were acting tired. We were the tired ones. The coach did substitute for us continuously and then put us back in after about a two-minute rest. We were constantly on fresh legs and their starters were dragging. By the time the forth quarter came, they had given up so we began playing our game and I was fed about one out of three chances. Luckily I made the most of them. Kenny and I even got a chance to do our play we call pitch and stuff. Kenny pitched out to me and acted like I was going to drive around my defender but Kenny was jumping up under the net as I passed to him. He would just redirect the travel of the pass by stuffing it into the basket. It really looks cool and gets the crowd into the game. I ended with twenty-two points, and twelve rebounds. My rebounds all came in the third and forth quarter. Oh yeah, we won 96 to 61. Like I said, they gave up. After the game we all went back to Trish's house to have a snack. I was starved. We were not playing till Saturday at the same time. If we won then we wouldn't play till Sunday same time then the finals would be Monday night. The coach wanted everyone at the gym by ten thirty Saturday so we could stretch out and warm up early. We spent the evening playing music, mostly country and Dad's mountain stuff. My sisters did some singing to the country tunes. Several songs were a little risqué and Mom didn't like them singing the tunes but the girls loved the naughty songs and performed like they were at the Grand Old Opera. Or would that be the Grand Ole' Oprey. We were in bed early. Trish was still wearing panties for protection and Sandy had started her period so I was left with only one working model. When I made that comment, three pillows hit me at once. The great part was that we all kissed and hugged then fell asleep without any fooling around at all. I stuffed for breakfast and was at the gym again at ten. I got taped, stretched out then shot around for a while. Our competition was rumored to have partied pretty hard the night before so the coach said we were going to be killer the first quarter and run their legs off. That meant full court press and fast break on every set. From the starting tip-off the game was over. We were winners from Kenny's lay up, our first two points. The other team was standing flat footed watching six foot ten Kenny trot toward the basket then easily lay the ball on the rim. When they tried to put the ball in play, because of the enforced full court press, the ball was intercepted. The ball was passed to Kenny again just trotting to the basket who again laid it up for two more points. The other team finally realized we were playing basketball and was able to put the ball in play but on their first pass, I was able to push the ball out of reach of the intended player and dribble down the floor for two more. The end of the first quarter had us up 26 to 4. The coach substituted often because we were doing our full court suppression and fast breaking on every possession. The other team was so tired all their players were sitting on the floor trying to catch a minute of rest. They did better second quarter, as they became aware we were serious about winning. We were only up 44 to 12. The coach told us to go to our normal style of play for the third quarter as any game plan they had was out the window. He told us to relax, work the ball inside and to shoot, shoot, shoot. By the forth quarter the guys on the other team were embarrassed and began fighting back, literally. On every drive to the basket we were bumped and or tripped. On every rebound there was an elbow to the face on to the ribs. Their best four players fouled out by the fourth minute of the fourth quarter and another of their players was ejected. Their coach was livid but the refs were correct. Game over with our highest score of the season, 105 to 40. There were several benchmarks. Kenny had thirty-six points, including 10 for 10 on free throws, plus he had twenty-eight boards. He was our ace and had put up some records that I'm sure may never be broken. I had twenty-two points and seven boards so I was happy with my performance. The coach told us that Sunday's game would not be as easy so for us to enjoy the victory and rest up. When we came out of the locker room, you would have thought we were national champs or something. There were probably two hundred people whooping it up for us. It was a nice feeling. That night I was fed like a king. We had grilled steaks with lots of trimmings. I was in a rock and roll mood so I broke out the Strat and played a little on it then gave it to Christine to wail. Sally was using my Les Paul and I played my bass. Sissy was playing chords while Mom was banging away on the piano. I asked Sandy if she wanted to get in on the fun and she jumped at the chance. She asked if she could use one of the electric guitars and Sally gave up the Les Paul. Sandy was good with the guitar too and played a lot of funky sounds. She traded Christine for the Strat then really let it out. Mom was doing a Jerry Lee Lewis imitation that was realistic enough for Dan and Carol and George and Cecile to do some wild dancing. Trish and Delta said they wanted to get an electric guitar too so they could play. We broke up by ten-thirty, had a big snack then went to bed. A sexily dressed Cecile again put me to bed with the girls. When I say it was "hard" to keep my hands to myself observing her stiff nipples showing through her gown, I mean it was "hard." Cecile stopped me before I walked into the girls room and gave me a full body hug and a very un-motherly kiss. I was poking her so hard she could have been bruised. She gave me the sexiest smile and said as she pushed me through the door, " you're perfect. You've got me so wet George is gonna be able to swim." She was laughing as she shut the door. "Mom got you ready, huh?" Trish asked as she took hold of the protrusion in my jammies. Sandy said she wanted to try something so Trish and Delta let her experiment. She pulled my bottoms off with a tug then unbuttoned my shirt to let it fall to the floor. She was wearing another cute little baby doll set that really made her look nine or ten not sixteen. Sandy pushed me down to lay on the bed then got between my legs holding my dick straight up. She bent over and began kissing and licking my dick. After a minute getting it very wet she began sucking on me while playing with my balls. Shortly after I had to tell Sandy to stop or I would be filling her mouth with my stuff. She stroked my dick faster and bounced her sucking mouth faster and squeezed my balls more firmly. Too late, I filled up her mouth while she kept right on sucking. When I started to soften, she worked fast again to get he hard once more. When she had me stone hard, she lifted off me grinning, smacking and licking her "Who's next." "That was intense," I groaned. "I've been thinking about doing that and wanted to try it," Sandy said still grinning. "That was just the way I thought it would be only better. The taste is strange. Sometimes you kind of smell like chlorine but you don't taste like it. I like the way you quiver when I make you feel good. I might do that again." "That is going to be a hard act to follow." Delta said kissing me on the lips and rubbing her hand over my chest. I was feeling frisky so I lifted her and cradled her in my arms. "I'll show you how to act then." Delta was surprised at my strength and how easily I had picked her up. The weight room had been good to me. I gently laid her out on the bed then bent over her giving her kisses all over her body. I flipped her over then kissed from her neck to her feet spending a lit of time on her two round cheeks. I flipped her over again, then dove between her legs instantly bringing her first orgasm of the evening. We fooled around for over two hours. Using condoms, I pounded Trish and Delta as hard as I could while they begged me to do them harder. I brought all three to multiple highlights with my mouth, my tongue and my fingers before finishing the old fashioned way with me on top. When we were all totally drained, the bed was so wet from their juices, we quickly changed the sheets then crashed. ------- Chapter 21 Morning found two of the three girls walking funny. I guess some of that hard pounding may have been too much. They were very affectionate though giving me lots of kisses and cuddles telling me how much they had enjoyed our playtime. Once again I was at the gym by ten getting taped then loosening up for the coming game. Everyone was out on the court by eleven stretching and shooting. Usually I start out just lobbing balls to the net from ten to fifteen feet. I missed every shot. I went to net for a lay-up and the ball skittered off the rim. I went out to the free throw line and tossed one up for another miss. This was making me nervous and I usually made all my practice shots unless it was something new I was trying. I went to the free throw line and focused for ten shots. Eight out ten isn't bad but I was used to doing an easy twenty-five for twenty-five. I went to the corner and repeatedly did some jump shots. Six for ten, not bad but this was from my favorite spot. We had Kenny set up posting for us so we could do lay-ups. I improved by sinking all of these easy shots. Coach asked what was wrong. Why was I acting kind of frantic shooting so much? I told him that I was having trouble shooting baskets consistently and was trying to work through the problem. He told me to relax and just enjoy playing the game. I sat on the sideline for a few minutes staring at the floor thinking about whether I was doing something different when four legs appeared in my vision. I looked up at two smiling cheerleaders who ruffled pom-poms in my face. Delta and Trish were laughing and said they would give me some extra cheers to wake me up. When the game started, I was conscious of everyone and everything. My family along with Trish and Delta's folks was in the stands. Trish and Delta were cheering. The coaches were watching. My teammates seemed to be out of sync or was I out of sync with them. We opened pretty even with both teams going up and down the floor for a score. We were playing man to man until they settled on a play. We would then switch to a zone that kept them from an easy driving lane. I was picked from my man and the forward on my side wasn't there to keep the player from driving. I reached in to try to push the ball away and fouled. The guy made his free throw, which gave them a one-point advantage. On the trip up the floor we were sloppy with the ball and they stole it and drove to the basket for an easy score. This time we were more careful bringing the ball up court and worked it around. Kenny kicked the ball out to me for an open look and I missed an easy eighteen footer. Kenny wasn't ready and the other team cleared the ball with a fast transition up the floor for another quick two points. Coach called a time out and gave us hell for being so slow and dull. I told Kenny to try to take as many inside shots as he could because he would probably make the shot and pick up a foul shot too. Our spotty play continued the rest of the first quarter but we had picked it up a little in our transition game and were now only seven points down. Kenny was taking his inside shots and getting fouled but not making all his foul shots. Coach had tried substituting for each of us but it didn't do much good. The second quarter started with the bench on the floor and the entire starting first five sitting. The subs did pretty well but the object lesson was brutal enough that all of us wanted back in to compete. Coach started putting us in one at a time till we were all on the floor together again. Our passes were crisper, our defenses were tighter and we were running. Somehow we were all on the same page. Run and shoot. Move the ball up court fast and drive quickly. The exertion was what we needed. The harder we ran, the more we sweat, the more we became the team we were used to being. At the end of the half, Kenny kicked the first ball out to me in the corner, it was all-net plus I was fouled. I made the foul shot and the game was tied at the buzzer. During half time the coach cautioned us about trying to run the entire game but said we had pulled ourselves out of our funk. He said that the other team would probably go into a full court press to slow us down. He told us when we were bringing the ball in bounds to throw it down court to Kenny who was supposed to go up court quickly every play. When they picked up on Kenny then it would be my turn to up court first. We were cautioned about fouls too. I had three already while the others had two except Kenny who only had one. The second half was just like coach predicted. The other team went to a very tight full court press. The only thing they accomplished was to pick up five quick fowls. They took a time out when we were six points ahead and came back out considerably more loose than before but still playing defense the full court. For whatever reasons our forward, a stocky little guy named Louie was left open for four consecutive shots at about eighteen to twenty feet, his favorite spot. That was Louie's mark. It was either way out or he enjoyed driving the lane. When they covered him on their shifting zone, they would leave another of us open to shoot or drive. I had picked up my forth foul in the early forth quarter and had to sit for five minutes but it didn't hurt my feelings as we had been running pretty hard. I was watching how they were now trying to take away the longer shots and leaving Kenny open. I told the coach and he sent me back in to spread the word. We hit Kenny under the basket five straight times and he made five baskets plus picked up three fouls. The other team was getting angry so we knew the game was over. Once a team gets angry, their actions are exaggerated and they make mistakes. I fouled out with two minutes to go but we were up by twelve and controlling the ball real well. We won by ten, winning the holiday tournament. I only had twelve points from the field but eight from the free throw line for twenty. My pride was all in my rebounding. Today I had nine offensive and eleven defensive rebounds, my best ever. After the game and trophy awards, the coach said we had four days off till the next practice but those who used the gym and weight room would get brownie points. He said we had grown a great deal as a team because we found a way to get ourselves out of our funk by running. He said he would have to increase our wind sprints so we would be ready for the next time we have trouble. We all cheered and groaned at the same time accompanied by the coaches' laughter. The entire three family groups met me outside the locker room door. There was a pretty big crowd cheering the players even though we had sucked so badly during the first half. The girls had changed out of their cheer uniforms and I had been encouraged to wear dressier slacks and a sport coat so I knew we were going somewhere special. The country club had a big party going. It was the early part of the all day New Year's Eve party. There was a buffet with all kinds of real food and snack foods. I loaded up a plate with some roast beef and some shrimp along with all the side dishes. Little Sandy had a ton of food too. She and Sally had become fast friends, as they were the same age and probably the same intellect. Sandy's smarts were recognized, encouraged and nurtured while Sally's was overlooked because we were country kids. We had a great time eating and dancing. My folks were not big drinkers so they limited themselves to what they were drinking. Trish, Delta and I tried to be good examples for the other kids and stayed on cokes. When midnight approached champagne and glasses were passed out for the New Year's toast. The club had a television turned on with the big party from Chicago on. We did the count down the yelled "Happy New Years" hugging, kissing and toasting everyone. I shook Dad's, Dan and George's hands then began kissing my mom, Carol, Cecile, Sandy, Sally, Christine, Sissy, Trish, and finally Delta. My sisters made a big deal out of the champagne as they had never had any before so they were toasting everyone multiple times. Sandy was right there with Sally being a silly teenager too. By one we were all back at Trish's with my folks and sisters at the rental house. Sandy stayed over there with Sally, as they seemed to have so much to talk about. We were all in bed, snuggled up and asleep before two. I groggily woke up about eight in need to pee. I went to the bathroom and heard talking downstairs as well as smelled fresh coffee so I put on some clothes and went down to investigate. The three Moms were in the kitchen with coffee. My Mom was dressed but the other two were in robes. "Morning Son," my Mom said as I gave her a hug on the way to the coffeepot. "Good morning Chuck." Cecile and Carol said at the same time. I smiled as they looked at me expectantly. I'm slow so it took me a couple of seconds before I put my cup down and gave them both a quick hug. I brought my cup to the table to sit and sat was across from my Mom between Cecile and Carol. "We were discussing you Chuck," Carol said. "More like trying to figure you out and trying to figure out what you're going to do with the girls," Cecile stated. Mom was smiling, "like I said, I don't know what to tell you. Chuck never did date much in high school. He had a couple of girl friends but didn't go out with anyone more than a month or so." "From what Delta tells me, Chuck has had continuous girl friends since he has been at school," Carol said. "Not continuous girl friends. Friends that were girls," I said. "What happened to the girl you called about that time," my Mom asked. "That was Sarah," I said. "The big colored girl? Trish told us she is over six feet tall and is really big. Then they brought her to the country club one night and believe me, that girl is big," Cecile said while holding her hands under her breasts emphasizing the word big. "We were good friends. Her brother is a football player. She liked to go to the library with a study group I'm in. She's back in school now but she was sick and had to drop out last year," I explained to everyone. "Well what happened to the other two girls you were with when you came down last spring. They seemed like they had put their claim on you," my Mom asked, keeping the subject going. "I really don't know what happened with them. One day we were tight, the next they were after some other guy. Delta and Trish were right there though thinking they needed to cheer me up. With those two around, it's easy to be happy," I said this smiling giving the ladies something to giggle about. "The two of them seem to have taken over teaching me about life away from the farm," I continued. "They had me playing golf this past summer, going to country club functions and hauling me around going places with them. They both have cars but only Trish keeps hers at school. They study with me, eat with me and you'll be proud to know, we go to church together too, either at the chapel on campus or to their church here in town." Cecile got up to refill everyone's cup and start another pot, "the girls say Chuck's responsible for the big improvement of his or her grades. They say he has a big group that goes to the library daily to study. Everyone helps everyone else." "I'm not responsible," I protested. "It was a way for a couple of us to enjoy each other's company while we all hit the books. More and more people wanted to come with the initial group and now it is a big bunch of us that want to get good grades. It's working for me." Delta came in the room still in her floor length flannel gown. "Happy New Year everybody," she smiled giving me a hug. "Chuck may say he didn't start it but he has a bunch of the athletes going to the library with him. They follow his lead since he's a good player and has good grades. Now that they are used to going, they would do it on their own, but Chuck is the guy who started it. Trish and I really have improved our grades now that we have a regular study time." My Mom was smiling, "that still didn't answer our original question. What are going to do with these two girls?" Trish came into the kitchen wearing a similar gown as Delta and gave me a hug saying, "happy New Year everyone," then went to the coffeepot. "Until he finishes school, he's not going to do anything with us. Delta and I have agreed that until Chuck finishes school, we need to be his best friend and help him with all his activities." Cecile cleared her throat, "he's doing a lot with you two now. If I thought you guys were just being casual about what you've been doing, it wouldn't be in my house, I can tell you that. You three have something going that's got Carol and I wondering. Now Jessie feels the same as we do." "What do you want from us Mom?" Delta whined, "do you want us to go get married or whatever it would be?" Trish spoke right up, "hey, we could get an apartment together and set up housekeeping. I'd like that." "And we could have some babies. Trish and I both want a bunch of kids so we could get an early start," Delta said with wry grin on her face. All three Mothers were holding their heads in their hands. I was sitting with my cup half raised and my mouth hanging open, surprised at the comments from my two young ladies. "Stop! Stop, stop, stop. I'm not getting married right away. I love you both way more than an eighteen-year-old should. I really do but no way are we going to get married for a while. We still have to figure out how this relationship is going to work. Besides, I could get drafted as soon as I could graduate, then what? You guys are just gonna sit in a closet for two and half years?" Delta was smiling, "you really love us?" Trish was smiling too, "what do you mean figure out how our relationship is going to work. Delta and I are a package deal. You want me? You get Delta too. You want Delta? You get me too. We are a package." Cecile said, "babies? You guys are going to have babies? When? Now? Are you two pregnant?" Carol thought out loud, "an apartment wouldn't be a bad idea. Might be cheaper than on campus. Except for food." My Mom was almost laughing, "I guess we've been told. Chuck says they are not going to get married yet and the girls firmly state they are a package deal. And I really don't think I'm going to be a grandmother soon either." "Trish, didn't you hear him, Chuck said he loved us," Delta was swooning. Trish came over to me and had me scoot my chair out so she could sit on a knee. She waved Delta over to sit on my other knee. Trish then said, "I heard him, I just wanted a little more privacy to tell him how much I loved him and how much we love him." Delta hugged me and gave me a very tender kiss. "We do love you Chuck. We didn't want to scare you off but Trish and I love you a bunch." George was standing in the doorway in his robe. "So what's all this I love you stuff this happy New Year morning?" "They are all ganging up on me sir," I said. "If I don't watch out, the five of them will have me married and settled down before I'm twenty." Trish whispered in my ear, "before nineteen little boy, way before twenty." Trish's whisper had been loud enough that everyone in the room heard and responded with some great belly laughs. "Well since it isn't happening today, how about some breakfast. I'm sure our star athlete is as hungry as I am," George said. Mom said she would go get the rest of the family and be back right away. Cecile and Carol said they would start breakfast. I said for them both to go make themselves pretty and I would start breakfast. I pulled out a pan and started bacon, then got a bunch of potatoes out and peeled them then put them in a pot of boiling water. I poured some Bisquick in a bowl with some milk stirred it up then put it on the some waxed paper on the counter and started folding and kneading it. I rolled it out and used a big glass to cut biscuits out. I made about two dozen and put them on a baking sheet. I pulled the potatoes out of the water and poured cold water over them so I could cut them up for home fries. About the time I was working on my forth pan of bacon, Cecile came in. I told her where I was with the breakfast and what I wanted to do. She pulled out another pan and using some of the bacon grease started cooking the home fries. She also uncovered the big grille in the center of her stove and turned it on saying it needed to be hot for eggs. I went upstairs to take a quick shower and had to fight off two loving ladies in order to hurry. They were very happy with my unexpected proclamation of love. Downstairs the three families were all at the big table with platters of food. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, biscuits and gravy is always a great way to start a day. After breakfast Dad said that if I wanted him to take some of my instruments back I needed to decide, as he would be loading up to go home early in the morning. I really didn't need two acoustic, two electric guitars, an electric base, a banjo plus my vibraphone. But which ones should I keep was the big question. I decided on my twelve string, the electric Gibson, the base and waffled over the vibraphone finally deciding to keep it at Trish's. If I had a falling out with these two girls I would have to find a place to store all this stuff. We played music all afternoon and evening, entertaining ourselves along with several neighbors and friends. It was nice to have such a good time with my family. George, Dan and Dad got me aside and Dad told me he had made arrangements with the two other Dads to help me get a car when I decided I needed one. I told him I probably would wait, as that would be just another thing to worry about right now. They all thought that was an adult attitude to have and agreed to let me decide when. That night I hugged all my Sisters and Mom and Dad, thanking them for making my holidays so special. They said they had enjoyed the trip and looked forward to seeing me during spring vacation. The next morning they were gone at sun up. Cecile and Carol started lobbying for us to move out of the dorms and live in town at home. I said I needed to stay in the dorm for sports. Just the food was a big deal as I ate a lot and often. I needed the regimen of the daily study group at the library and knew that if I didn't keep at it, my grades would suffer. The girls said they wanted to stay in the dorms to be near me for one but to keep up their routine and get good grades too. Friday was the first practice since the tournament. Trish drove us to the gym then took Sandy to the dorm so she could get settled in for the coming week. The girls said they would meet me when practice was over. Coach was on us pretty good because of the terrible first half of our last game. He had all the six baskets cranked down and set up so everyone could do some round robin shooting. This meant shooting ten, fifteen to twenty footers from corner to corner then with the guy that was before you retrieving balls and passing them out for the shooters next shot. We did this for two hours then some wind sprints, free throws and finally a half-hour in the weight room. Trish and Delta met me after practice and guided me to Trish's car. We went to the big Sears store, straight to the men's' department. When I asked what was up, Delta and Trish started laughing and pointed to where my pants were not touching my shoes by almost an inch. I was fitted with some dress slacks, about six pair of casual pants, cords and chinos, and then they had the saleslady measure me for shirt size. They didn't have a big selection for my long arms but had enough that I now would have a variety. I tried on and picked up some Levi's. I enjoy wearing jeans when not in class. (Back then college men were required to wear some form of slacks for class, never jeans unless it was a field trip. Next I picked up several packs of boxers, T-shirts and socks. Finally we went to the shoe department to replace my beat-up loafers. The girls said that I was to put these in my closet and drawers, pack up all my old clothes and we would give them to the Goodwill folks. When I objected to Delta paying for my clothes, they told me that my Mom had made them promise to take me shopping for clothes and had given them a bunch of cash. They also informed me that tomorrow, Saturday, George and Dan were going to take me to get a suit. We headed to Trish's house to wash my new clothes so they would be ready to wear. While we were there, the girls wanted to play some music so we settled in the music room with Trish and Delta sitting at the piano while I played my twelve string. I showed them how a fake book gave them the sheet music and lyrics for thousands of songs. We paged through the beginning of the book playing some ballads and trying to sing along. Cecile came in and sang with us enjoying the fun atmosphere the music created. After supper, we went back to the school to find Sandy. She was no where to be found so we walked over to the student union for the Friday evening music and dancing. Sandy was there with a short, under six foot nerdy looking kid with pimples and glasses. They were mesmerized with each other and barely recognized our inquiries. It seems that Steve, the nerdy kid, was also just sixteen but was a junior who had just transferred in from another school. Sandy said she would tell us more when she saw us next. We guessed we had been dismissed so we enjoyed the evening then headed back to Delta's for the night. We had just finished putting on our pajamas and settled onto the family room couch when Dan and Carol came home from the club. Carol said for us to make some popcorn and get some drinks. We could all watch a late night movie on TV together. We had just finished bringing everything into the family room when Dan and Carol came down stairs. Dan had on some nice silk looking pajamas that looked really comfortable. Carol however was a showstopper. She had put on a cream-colored floor length gown that was totally transparent. The fabric was so sheer you could see the tiny lines around her navel. Thank goodness I was sitting as the vision inspired an instant erection. I grabbed a couch cushion and hid myself from everyone. Carol knew what she was showing as she swished around the family room, bending, stretching and stooping while getting drinks for Dan and her. I think Dan was as mesmerized as I was. Delta brought a light blanket to throw over us while on the couch and gave another to her Mom and Dad on the other couch. As soon as Delta sat, pulling the blanket over her, she ran her hand under the cushion on my lap and grabbed my rampant erection in her had. Trish felt the movement and her hand joined Delta's in their patented hold on me. As we watched the movie, a musical, Dan and Carol were becoming pretty animated under their blanket. Originally Carol's gown was showing near her feet but now the gown was pulled up under the blanket and her feet were spread pretty far apart. Trish whispered in my ear for us to sneak off and leave them so they would have some privacy. We went up to Delta's room and snuggled into bed. I leisurely made love to both ladies, doing my best to show them how much I enjoyed loving them physically. ------- Chapter 22 When I woke up Saturday morning about seven, The three of us were snuggled together naked. We had forgotten to put our pajamas back on and had just pulled up the covers. All that skin was the inspiration to my morning demonstration. I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom in Delta's room. When I was finished, I was standing next to the bed trying to decide where to crawl back in when the door opened and Carol stuck her head in. "Come down for some coffee and breakfast, Dan wants to get an early start getting you a suit today," Carol said checking out my bare bottom. "You might want to put something on first though," she giggled while shutting the door. All of our pajamas were in a pile by the bed so I put mine on and went down stairs. As soon as I walked into the kitchen I knew I was in trouble. Carol still had on her sheer nightgown. I couldn't help but stare. Carol may have been old enough to be my Mother but she was still good looking. Besides what naked lady doesn't excite an eighteen-year-old. I sat quickly, hiding my reaction to her display. Carol placed a cup in front of me leaning over the table so her gown gapped open giving a clear unobstructed view of her breasts right down to her pubic hair. She had just put the cup down when the back door opened and Cecile came in wearing a long robe. She got herself a cup of coffee then came over to the table to join Carol and I. With flair, she threw off her robe and draped it over the chair she intended to sit on. Cecile's gown was a twin to Carol's. Totally transparent but instead of a cream color in was a pale pink. Actually it was so sheer, the pink could have been Cecile. My mouth must have bounced off the table as Cecile put her hands on her hips and asked, "like what you see?" I just closed my eyes and shook my head. These two ladies were too much. Cecile sat and sipped her coffee, wagging her very visible breasts at me while doing so. Carol would not be outdone and moved her chest around enough to make me near catatonic. Dan walked into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee then came over to sit at the table. As he put the cup down, he looked at Cecile and gave a groan. Feeling guilty for looking, he looked over at Carol, "you're still wearing that gown from last night? Isn't that a little revealing? Especially with Chuck?" He was staring at Carol then his eyes shifted back to Cecile's breasts. "Jeez, you two. You're gonna make me embarrass myself," he said then looked at me. "You know Chuck, you're good for these two. They're showing off more with you around than they have for years. George and I are really enjoying the change. I don't know about you Chuck, but I'm checking out the ta-tas that are being displayed for our benefit." Carol was looking at Cecile, "these gowns are pretty revealing Cele, they might be a little much." "You don't hear either of these guys complaining do you?" Cecile said. "I just love to show off and I haven't done this in years. George sure likes it." "You're right about the guys liking it. Dan was so excited last night we were almost making love on the couch in front of the kids," Carol said. "They left before we got to wild though." "Chuck, I'm glad you and the girls left. Carol and I got a little out of hand shortly after you guys went upstairs," Dan was saying while still ogling the display of the ladies. "Delta said we should give you guys some privacy so we went to bed," I said also still gawking at their exposure. "Well I think I'll go get a shower and get dressed. I'll try to wake up the girls first though." I gave one last look at the four very erect nipples then slid out of my chair, turning while standing so I could hide my front from the three adults. I went upstairs, closed the door, dropped my pajamas then dove between the girls snuggling up to Trish from behind to try to find a nice warm moist place for my hard-on. Trish didn't want to be disturbed but Delta whispered for me to turn over to her. She was on her side facing me. She lifted her leg and reached down to fit me into her hot drooling pussy. "Oh yeah, I needed some of this, this morning," Delta crooned while she worked me deeper into her. "Put it in deep all the way. Do me," she commanded while kissing my face and lips. She pulled me over on top of her where she started working her hips rapidly fucking me fast. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before we were exploding with each other. She was juicing and I was shooting loads into her. We collapsed, holding each other and kissing tenderly. "Get up before we slop all over the bed," Delta said. "Let's take a shower." We got up and went into the bathroom. While I adjusted the water, Delta sat on the throne then joined me under the spray. We hugged, kissed and gently caressed each other with soapy hands. The activity caused me to get hard again. Delta felt me poking her and she turned away from me and leaned over placing her hands against the wall spreading her legs. I took the obvious invitation and again slid into her welcoming pussy. This time I plunged in and out of her for at least five minutes while Delta almost continuously climaxed. This time when I started shooting, Delta pulled free of me and turned grasping and stroking me making me cover her tummy with sperm. After some sweet kisses, we washed again, got out of the shower and dried off. In the room, I thought I should wake up Trish before we left so I lay on the bed and cuddled her, kissing her face, ears and cheeks. Trish woke up and turned to me for some more passionate kisses. She pulled the covers down exposing her breasts and erect nipples then pulled my head so I could suck her nipples. As soon as I started sucking she was groaning, pushing the covers down displaying her spread legs. The activity had me hard once again. Trish pulled me on top of her and immediately had me inside her. She must have been having a good dream, as she was wet and slick. She didn't want slow and tender. Trish wanted hard and fast, having an orgasm from the first couple of thrusts then continuing till at least five minutes later, I painted her insides with multiple shots of my magic elixir. We kissed sweetly then she wanted to get up to get a shower. I jumped into the shower again but this time there was no hanky-panky, just a quick wash and get out. Amazingly I didn't even get hard again till Delta took me in her hand while I was trying to dress. "I just love this thing. I love what's attached to it too. This thing sure makes us feel good." She gave it a kiss then let me dress, tucking my well used but hardening dick into my underwear. When we got down stairs the two ladies were still showing off but this time it was to both Dan and George. They were sitting at the table, leering at the transparently covered ladies. "No wonder Chuck was so worked up when he came to wake us up," Delta said exasperated. "You two were teasing him again. If you guys want us to be good little girls, you need to set a better example and quit teasing our guy. He sees you almost naked and he's gonna want to do something. He's only human." "I'm lookin' and I want to do something," George said still gawking. "Carol, can I help you shower and dress?" Dan said adjusting his pajama pants. "Good idea Cele. Dan and I need to take Chuck to get a suit. How about helping me get ready." George said this standing and reaching for Cecile's hand. The four adults vanished while Trish, Delta and I were chuckling. We dug out some bowls and had some cereal. We ate, drank coffee and read the morning paper while waiting for the Mom and Dad's to get ready. It took close to an hour for them to show back up in Delta's kitchen. All four had nice satisfied expressions and smiles on their faces. Even after all the showers, there was the smell of sex in the air. Delta and Trish sensed it and were clutching and hugging while we were still at the table. Good thing George, Dan and I were leaving or we all would have been back in the bedrooms playing some more. The guys took me to a Botany store where they had me fitted for a Botany 500 suite. They had a big sale so I was able to buy a good suite for a shockingly high price of one hundred dollars. I got two sport coats and a half dozen dress shirts that actually were long on me so the folded cuffs with cuff links would show under the coat sleeves. They had me get a pair of Florshiem wing tips and some black dress socks. While I was trying on other stuff, my suit and coats were altered. We left the store, stashed my new clothes then walked next door to a big music store. "We want to get the girls a guitar. You know what to get. They have both taken some lessons but their guitars are just cheap twenty-five dollar practice guitars. We would like to get them each a nice acoustic, help us," George said. The store was a Gibson dealer so I looked at all the different ones they had and settled on a couple of ST125's. I took one and played several tunes on it to show the guys how nice the sound was. These were not terribly expensive but had great sound. They bought the guitars and a couple of good hard cases. I told the salesman to throw a handful of picks into each case. He looked at me funny. "Come on," I said, "I just brought you in the best sale you'll probably have all day. Surely you can throw in a couple of bucks worth of two cent picks." He smiled nodding his head in agreement, then went to the big bucket of picks and got a handful for each case. He then took down two nice straps and tucked them into the cases. "Thanks," I said, "the girls will appreciate the straps." When we left the store, Dan said for me not to say anything to the girls about the guitars as their birthdays were both the next week, two days apart but they celebrated them together. Sunday morning we all got up early and went to church then to a brunch at a local hotel restaurant. After we got back to the house, we packed up our stuff and headed to school. The holiday vacation had been fun, but it was time to get back to school. ------- Monday morning breakfast was fun, seeing everyone again. Sarah planted herself next to me to tell me all her family news. Adrian was now officially engaged to get married to Mandy after graduation. Their Mom and Dad were getting ready to celebrate their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and Sarah was no longer committed to the guy from back home. It seemed he wanted to see other girls while Sarah was away. She said she now knew how I had felt when she couldn't wait. She leaned over to look in front of me at Trish and Delta, "I'm not going to steal your guy or even try to borrow him for some fun but please let him be my friend. Chuck is the first guy that has ever showed me the kinds of respect girls need to be shown. I want him to be my friend for life. I hope all of us can be friends." Delta and Trish looked at each other, looked at me then leaned over and told Sarah, "Chuck has lots of friends. It's good you're his friend too. We don't have a lock on him. He's on his own. We love him to death and would love to keep him locked up from everyone but Chuck is free to do what he wants. We just hope he wants to be with us." "He does, he does," Sarah said laughing, "he seems happier with you too than I've ever seen him. Keep him that way." Classes, practice and the library study group were re-established but on Thursday, Trish, Delta and I went to Trish's house for the girls' birthday dinner. I had sneaked off and had a nice sweater for each of them along with a necklace with a locket. Inside the locket was inscribed a simple "Love, Chuck." After dinner and the birthday song and the candle blowing ceremony that the two girls had done together since they were three years old, I jokingly started the "How old are you." They both jumped up and wrapped their arms around me and said twenty-one years old. Officially adult and officially we can get married, have babies and do anything we want without our parents consent. But we still need Mom and Dad to help us know what to do. I had not thought of how much older they were than I was. Two and a half years, not a great deal of difference, but enough that in the near future, it could have an affect. I wouldn't be nineteen till the coming summer. The girls were ecstatic with my gifts and were very happy with all the clothes and records their Mothers had wrapped for them. When they were through unwrapping everything, George and Dan went to get a huge box. They sat it on the floor and told the girls it was something they would have to share. Delta and Trish started tearing the paper off. They finally opened the big box to find it stuffed with wadded up newspaper. They finally got down to a guitar case. When they took it out, they both exclaimed that there was a second case. They took it out as well and with a case on each of their laps, they opened them. The look on the girls' faces was special. They pulled the guitars from the cases then picked up a handful of picks to let them slide through their fingers back into the case. They chose just one pick, then each tried to strum a few chords. The guitars were way off. Trish held her guitar out to me and asked, "tune it for me?" I tuned Trish's then Delta's and sat back to listen. They both strummed the chords they had been taught going up and down the scale. Delta offered me her guitar and said, "play something for us." I shook my head no and said, "let's go to the music lounge and we will all play something." We cleared the table quickly putting the dishes in the dishwasher then headed to the music lounge. I got out some music that we used to play at home then got out my twelve-string and tuned it using the piano. I had to retune the guitars, as I was off from the piano a fraction. I told the girls to strum the rhythm and gave them the chord progression then started playing. First we played and sang "How much is that Doggy in the Window" which is almost a waltz. Everyone sang. Then we did an Everly Brothers tune, "Dreams." I was stumped for a second until Trish wanted to play and sing Johnny Cash's "Sixteen Tons." Delta wanted to do "Lipstick on my Collar." Then George surprised me asking if I knew the roller skate song. Trish rolled her eyes and Cecile laughed. Cecile started singing, "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates and you've got the key." Trish said when she was trying to skate a few summers before, her Dad had sang the song continuously. I tried to finger pick "Two Silhouettes on the Shade" but really couldn't do it so I traded Delta and had her keep rhythm while I used a pick to give the melody. Most of us knew that one and it sounded pretty good. I said it was getting late and I needed to be rested, as tomorrow was a game day at a far away place. I put away my guitar and we all went back to campus. The girls insisted on taking their new guitars with them. I kissed them both in their lobby then went to my dorm to crash. This was going to be an overnight trip so I had to pack some extra clothes plus my books to study. The next morning I rushed around getting assignments and turning in work before the buses left. When I started to get on a bus, I was directed to the other one. As soon as I climbed the stairs and looked back, I was surprised to see Delta and Trish waving for me to come to back to them. They said they wanted to come along so they bumped some younger girls so they could travel to the game. This was going to be over a ten-hour bus trip. We would stay overnight in a hotel tonight, loosen up and practice at their gym, then play Saturday afternoon, followed by driving most of the night to get back on Sunday. We three studied for about three hours getting through with the assignments we had for Monday then we kicked back observing the sleepers, the card players, and the comic book and Playboy readers. This could really be boring. Trish stood on the seat to get in the overhead. She brought down a guitar case and handed it to Delta. She then brought down a matching case that was obviously hers. She then brought down my twelve-string case along with a small box wrapped in gift paper. I opened it up to find a small mouth harp designed for tuning instruments. I told them to wait a minute while I went up front to ask if playing would be permissible. The coach was sitting sleepy eyed hunched over in the seat when I got there. When I asked him, he brightened up and said it would be welcome. Trish said, "oh yeah, I forgot." Then climbed back up on the seat and brought down the fake book I had showed them. It had dozens of pieces of paper stuck out of it that Delta said were songs they wanted to play. The first thing we had to do was the obligatory "Ninety-nine Bottles of Beer" song so everyone could get rowdy. Then we started going through the book trying to play many songs I had never played. We had to do them over and over till they finally started sounding decent. Many of the popular ones, had everyone singing, even the coach. We did a special request from him, "Yellow Rose of Texas" because his wife was from Texas and he had always thought of her as his rose. We played till our fingers hurt which was over four hours. We did stop during that time for a potty break and to eat but we had played for more than half the trip. There were a lot of awes when we put the guitars away, but it was time. I'm sure most were tired of the noise. There was some kind of screw up at the hotel for the rooms. They had assigned four guys to a room. That meant that two guys had to sleep together in a double bed. The cheerleaders had the same deal so the eight of them were in two rooms. The guys grumbled, but there was no fixing the problem, as the hotel was full. We went to the gym, loosened up and practiced for about an hour and a half then went back to the hotel for a buffet supper in one the meeting rooms. The food was only so-so and it ran out before all of us were full. The coaches complained but the meal had been catered from somewhere else not the hotel restaurant. Almost all of the players including all the cheerleaders were in the hotel restaurant buying another meal so we could fill up. They had a salad bar that we cleaned out for them while we were waiting for our orders. The coaches and cheerleader assistant watched all of us like hawks. They watched Delta, Trish and I closely as they knew we had some kind of a relationship. The adults actually walked with us when I walked the girls to their door, which was two doors down from mine. The room in between was the cheerleader assistant. The other three guys in the room and I showered and went to bed. Typically, there were not enough towels so I went on a scrounging mission. I found the linen closet and grabbed six more towels as we had to shower in the morning too and would need the extras. I pulled out an extra six and knocked on my girls' door. When they cracked it, I stuffed the towels through the crack. The squealed their thanks and I went to my room. The next morning after putting up with a snoring bedmate, breakfast was filling and pleasant. There were piles of food and fruit. There were huge warmer dishes of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, biscuits, gravy, oatmeal and grits. There was enough food that we could have fed another group our size with what was there. I guess breakfast was easier for them to provide. We stuffed ourselves then waited till ten to bus over to the school. We dressed, taped then loosened up to get ready for the game. The coach had us shooting around then going to the line for ten fast free throws. The coach had us actually do about five side to side wind sprints saying we needed to be hot going out. The JV had played at ten in the morning so it was now getting close to the one o'clock start time for the varsity game. This was a conference game so we had practiced to the opposing team's strengths and weaknesses. We even had some film to watch that gave us a clue how they played. Our game plan was to burn up the floor from the first minute helping us get our focus on basketball. The other team was not ready to play. They were like we had been during the last tournament game. By the end of the first quarter we were up twenty-two to nine. The only bad thing was our starters were fouling pretty often. At the end of the third quarter, every starter had four fouls and we were getting pretty tired but we were ahead seventy-nine to forty-three and the other team was just as tired. During the final quarter, all of us fouled out leaving the game to the subs that were also tired from subbing us the entire game. Amazingly though they hardly had any fouls. The point cushion was enough and we won ninety-one to sixty-nine. Coach was happy and said as much even with all the fouls. He said that other teams had said they had racked up excessive fouls when they played at this location. Coach said the fast game was a great way for us to play and it prevented us from fouling as often when we were trying to work the ball inside. We showered and loaded up on the buses again. The coach was on our bus again along with all the assistant coaches and trainers but this time the cheerleader assistant was on the bus too with all the other cheerleaders. We were on the road about a half-hour when the coach asked us to liven up the trip with some music. We passed around the fake book and had most everyone choose something they wanted to hear. Four hours later, our fingers and wrists were sore. We stopped for supper then everyone settled down to snooze the rest of the way. Delta, Trish and I put the armrest up between two seats and laid them back. They snuggled up on each side of me and went to sleep. We were all tired. We pulled into school about six in the morning. All of us took our stuff to our rooms, then went to the cafeteria for breakfast. After breakfast the three of us agreed to go get cleaned up then get ready to go to church with their folks at the early service. Our goal was to go to church, eat brunch, then take a nap at one of the girl's homes while our laundry was in the washing machines and dryers. We may or may not go to the library later. We ended up watching Disney on TV then napping on the family room floor with a blanket thrown over us. We woke up about six and decided to skip the library and make something to eat. Delta's refrigerator was full of food. There was a complete roast beef dinner in there just waiting to be warmed up. We were sitting back, stuffed when the four parents came in to ask us if we wanted to go with them to the club for a late supper. We were full and happy so we declined. Wednesday night we were at the country club for dinner with the girls' folks when Terry and the golf coach came over to see us. The coach was telling me how they had already started practicing. That didn't sound like fun in the cold but he said their first match was in February. I told them I would check with them when basketball season was over at the end of February which was also about the time baseball practice gets underway. My thoughts about the cold weather were going to have to have some adjustment. The basketball team was doing well enough that we might get a bid for the top sixty-four teams to play in the March madness tournament. Coach said we had a good chance but to not be too disappointed if we were not selected because we were a smaller school. We were surprised when we were selected. This was the first time the school had sent a team to the tournament. We were seeded pretty low, almost the bottom, but who cared. We were in the big tournament of the year. The first two games were going to be in Kansas City for our area which was not to far to travel. About a five to six hour bus ride. The coaches lobbied the school for the money so we could get to Kansas City the day before we were to play so we could practice there and acclimate to being on the road. Everyone was excited, the team, the coaches, all the teaching staff, and especially the alumni association. Plans were being made for a large group of alumni to come to KC to cheer for us. We practiced like demons. Running our butts off as that was how we got in the big game. We were in great shape and would be able to push for sixty minutes. Especially with our subs spelling us throughout a game. The trip up was neat, as it was now a must to have music for the road. The girls were getting really good playing as they had been taking lessons in addition to the stuff I was showing them. There was some dissention among the players as they all wanted to ride on the bus the girls and I traveled on. The varsity starters won out along with the coaches, trainers and cheerleader assistant. The cheerleaders busted up though with four on our bus and four on the other. Misty and Cherry always road on the bus that the assistant was not on as they usually were busy acting like camp followers with the players they were with. It worked out because the horn dog players and student trainers wanted to ride with the round heeled cheerleaders while the guys who were in a committed relationship road on our bus. I always wondered how they took care of the bus driver. The first game was going to be exciting. We were playing in a professional sports arena that held over twenty thousand people. We practiced in the arena for a couple of hours then bused over to a high school to work on some plays. After being satisfied with out readiness the coaches had us do a shoot around, then our free throws. When we were finished, the coaches asked who wanted to do some half court three on three games. All of us wanted to play so he put our names in a hat and drew teams. We were using both ends of the courts and having a blast. It probably wasn't that good for us to be doing what we were doing but it was all jamming up the middle, charging the lane and faking your defender to get a shot off, real basketball. ------- Chapter 23 At supper that night, we ate with the alumni group in a huge banquet room set up with a massive buffet. Trish and Delta's folks were there about as excited as the team was. After we ate, the players were gathered at one end of the room while the banquet people cleaned up. They set up a bar for the alums but the players were warned off any liquor. Anyone violating the no liquor rule would be benched. The coach was standing in front of everyone like he was giving a speech, telling the alums about the season and our successes. He introduced the assistant coaches, the trainers and then the players. I was the last one to be introduced. When I stood and waved, the coach told me to keep standing. "Part of our success has been attitude and cohesiveness," the coach started up. "One of the ways we have stayed close as a team and organization is our entertainment while we are on those long rides on the bus. See this guy, this long, tall scrawny basketball player? Actually he has put on about twenty pounds of muscle this last couple of years but turn him sideways and you'll still miss him. Anyway, this guy can really play some good music. He has help though. He has two senior cheerleader girlfriends that ride with us to every game and they play some good music with him. I can't begin to tell you how great it is to sing for four or five hours straight. What do we sing? Everything. You name it; they find it in their book and play it for us. Sometimes it takes them two or three times playing it through to get it right but then we all sing along. By the time we get where we are going we are in a great mood." The coach moved aside then pulled a cover off an upright piano. "I'm told the kid plays the piano and all kinds of instruments but we have his guitar with us plus this piano. His personal cheerleaders are here too with their guitars. So if we're lucky, we can get them to get our spirits up by playing some of these classics for us tonight." Delta and Trish came in lugging the three guitar cases and the big fake book. The coaches and assistants were already hollering what they wanted us to play. I could hear George, Dan, Cecile and Carol hollering their selections too. The first thing we did was our now near perfect rendition of the "Roller Skate" song for George. I played the piano for that one while the girls did the rhythm. Then we started through a lot of the songs that we played on the bus but this time we switched back forth with Delta and Trish playing the piano as much as I did. After about two hours, coach said it was getting late. I told him I would play us a lullaby to close and he thought I was going to play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I was playing the piano so I actually did the first few bars of the famous kids lullaby then broke into "Lullaby of Bird Land." That must have been the right thing to do as those that were still there applauded. The girls and I had been practicing our arrangement of the piece with some good solos for each of them. We probably should have had Carol or Cecile come play with us but they usually would rather listen and I think they both had a lot to drink. We packed up our guitars and headed up to our rooms. This time only two guys to a room with two beds. Kenny was my roommate and we always got along great. He was telling me that Susie was there and he was going to slip down to her room as soon as we had bed check. We were still dressed when the coach came by. Coach eyed us a second before he said, "you two get some rest tonight. I won't be back by your room tonight but I want you two to promise me you will get a good rest. We don't meet for our late breakfast till ten so be there. Be careful boys and don't rub it in any of the others' noses." As soon as he shut the door, Kenny and I looked at each other then busted up laughing. We thought we were going to pull a fast one. Ha! Coach was ahead of us. The girls were across the hall and two doors down. I called their room and told them to be at the door as I was on my way. There was no one in the hall as I walked to the opening door. As soon as it was closed, the two dynamos were stripping me. I fought back, baring their bodies as well. In less than two minutes we were cuddled under the blankets with a girl on each shoulder kissing and hugging. We were actually pretty tired from the trip and playing music so we enjoyed some real gentle tender love making then slept soundly. I woke at eight being fondled by both beauties. "Does this thing need to use the bathroom before we use it?" Trish asked. Jumping up, I said, "Let's take a nice slow shower and get ready for the day." The girls grumbled till I had both of them under the water. When I started washing one then the other in a very intimate way, they understood what I had in mind. We played and touched. I knelt down and licked and sucked till their legs almost gave way then I bent both of them over and slowly thumped them both bringing them to orgasm after orgasm. When I couldn't last another stroke, I pulled free and sprayed their butts with long streams of thick juice. I was given lots of kisses and hugs before we finished our shower and dried off. While the girls dressed, I went back to my room to find Kenny coming out of the shower. He had a big grin on his face but looked rested and relaxed. We all went down to breakfast, again eating with the alumni. There were actually four huge banquet rooms full of people from our school. The coaches circulated among the rooms making sure that all the supporters got some attention. It was almost like eating at the cafeteria with Kenny and Susie, Delta and Trish, and of course we had Misty and Cherry. We ate then coach said for the players to ride over to the gym and start getting ready. By the time the game started at two, we were all so excited I'm surprised we knew how to start a game. The coach was smart though as we started right off running hard then challenging their throw in for an almost full court press. The other team obviously didn't research us at all as they were stunned at how hard and fast we were playing. They couldn't keep up. The first half had them dragging while we were in good enough shape to be getting warmed up. Every one of us was hitting whatever we threw up plus we were transitioning so fast that almost every shot was a lay-up. The final buzzer was merciful for the other team, as the lop-sided score was eighty-eight to fifty-nine. The coaches and alumni were going out of their minds with hysterical happiness as we had soundly defeated a much higher seeded team. We showered, dressed and headed back to the hotel. The second game would be Sunday. We were all elbowing each other talking about getting to the sweet sixteen. During the after game meeting, the coach gave us the word on our next opponent. They were good. They were runners and defended similar to our scheme. He said we needed to be rested and ready for the game Sunday evening. We would practice some shooting in the morning then rest for the day in anticipation of the game. That evening we repeated the entertainment for everyone playing mostly different music than the night before. We went to bed a little earlier and Kenny and I was bed checked by the coach again. He gave us the same speech as we had the night before. Kenny said Susie had given up her room and was going to stay with him in our room. That was good with me as I was going across the hall. I was across the hall playing with my cheerleaders' minutes after the coach left. The next morning we had breakfast then the university chaplain held a service for those who wanted to attend. Most of the team was there along with four of the eight cheerleaders. From there we went to practice at a local high school gym. We did a shoot around and two sets of twenty-five free throws. We practiced driving to the basket over and over from every possible angle. The coach called a halt and said we were as ready as we could be. When the game finally started, we were not surprised to find the other team running as hard as we do. They were a little put off for us guarding them so closely in the far court. That just kept them from getting an easy score by tossing the ball down court. At the half we were tied at thirty-two but not tired out. Coach had subbed us out often enough that we were in good shape. The other team looked a little tired but that didn't mean they were. They just looked like it. Coach had seen a couple of things we might be able to take advantage of. When they posted to their center it was a little slow and a little sloppy. Coach felt like we could force a turnover at that point. He also noticed that they had not scored from farther out than fifteen feet. Anything further was either an air ball or off the front rim. And finally he stood Kenny and I up and said, "Shoot the ball. Kenny just lay it up or turn and dunk it. But shoot the ball. Chuck, you haven't been in position to make a shot from the corner the entire first half. Everything you've shot is twelve to fifteen. You're about sixty percent but you can do better than that. Get to your spots and shoot the ball." The other team started out the same as the first half but about half way through the third quarter, they changed to a plodding pace, walking the ball up court after they got it in bounds then working to get an inside shot. We were doing pretty well on defense except that we picked up a quick three fouls on their attempts to drive the lane. Kenny scored on two hooks and I hit two from the corner. Our point guard was nailing everything especially from the top of the circle. By the end of third quarter we were up by eight but had two guys with three fouls. Coach told us to start driving the lane hard to pick up some fouls, as the opponents were tired. Sure enough, every time we had an opening and drove to basket, we picked up a foul. Most of the time it was in addition to the points scored. Amazingly they actually let up driving on us at their end of the court. We won by seven. Not a bunch but a win against a good team sending us to the sweet sixteen. After the game, the alums were celebrating in a hospitality room at the arena complex. They were delirious with the win and anticipating going to the sweet sixteen. As soon as we had something to eat and drink, the staff hustled us onto the buses for the trip home. We were two hours into the trip before someone wanted to do the sing a long. We only played an hour before giving way to fatigue. We slept the balance of the ride. We were greeted by what looked like most of the school. Someone had printed up sweet sixteen ball caps and T-shirts. Tiny Sandy met us by jumping into my arms. She was wearing a home made shirt with Sweet 16 written all over it. In tiny letters in little circles she had written "And been kissed." It was like we had won the whole thing already. We carried our stuff to Trish's car to haul back to the dorm. We were dragging. We were mentally ready for school in the morning but we were not prepared, as we really didn't get any assignments before we left. The next day, there really wasn't much teaching going on. All anyone could talk about was our school going to an even bigger tournament. We were given assignments for Tuesday through Thursday and told that assignments would be suspended for the coming weekend for the sweet sixteen. This was definitely a situation where sports became more important than learning. Wednesday night the country club was having a reception and dinner for the basketball team. I was thinking this was a little over the top but Dan assured me that it was just alums showing their appreciation. Coach had us working hard. Our first opponent was going to be really tough. Our little school was playing Kentucky. They were icons of college basketball with a coach known for his winning abilities. Coach felt like we should run, run, run to win. We practiced shooting from everywhere along with being perfect from the free throw line. Coach had me setting up in the corner, feinting toward the bucket then driving the base to the basket. He also had me crowding to the boards on every shot to help out Kenny. The sweet sixteen was being held in Chicago so we had a four-hour drive to get to there. Again we left a day early so we would be rested and practiced. The alumni association was in full force. There were even more folks here than in KC. After our meal, the coach did his thing, introducing the players and staff along with the cheerleaders. Again he left me till the end then asked me if we could entertain for a little while. I smiled that no, we couldn't entertain but we sure could help make a sing a long. We all partied till ten then we were shooed off to bed. Kenny and I waited an hour for someone to come by to do a bed check on us then we decided we would do what we needed to do. Susie was knocking on our door while I was leaving to go to the girls' room. We had a pleasant loving hour or so then we slept soundly snuggled together. I felt like I needed to get ready early so I showered then went back to the room. Kenny was already up with Susie in the bathroom. Coach came by to check on us and was happy to see us both up, showered and dressed. He said we should go to breakfast early so we could practice. The coach walked out, pulling the door closed and Susie came strolling into the room stark naked, with a towel over her head. She heard me gasp and pulled the towel off her head. She turned an instant red and tried to cover herself with the towel. I turned my back to her and told her that I was leaving for breakfast so I would see her later. Kenny was cracking up laughing. When the time came for the game, the team felt ready and we felt we had a chance. We ran and scored. Kentucky would get the ball in bounds, get down the floor and shoot from anywhere making the basket. They didn't score on every possession but darn near every one. I think they were fifteen for eighteen in the first quarter while we trailed them thirty to twenty-six. We kept up with them through the half and went in trailing my two points. Coach wanted us to keep running but we were being beat down the floor before we could set up or drive the lane. We did pretty well against a great team. The problem was Kentucky did really good. They were flat out better than we were. They didn't miss a free throw. We missed two. I don't think they missed a shot in the forth quarter, we missed three or four. They were winners at ninety-two to eighty-three. We were disappointed but didn't feel that bad against a team that good. The alums celebrated anyway giving us all applause and good luck for the next season. The trip back to campus was somber. No one wanted to sing or listen to music. All of us just wanted to sit back and think of what could have been. Trish, Delta and I spent the time planning our spring break. It was to be similar to last year except that it was just going to be the three of maybe another couple and us if we found someone compatible. We needed to get ready, as the break was only a week away. We were surprised to have a ton of people meet the buses when we arrived. We were cheered and applauded even though we lost in the first round of the sweet sixteen weekend. It made us all feel a little better even though we lost. Monday's workload was a catastrophe. Every Prof. had a big assignment for us in preparation for midterms before spring break. The girls and I focused on our homework so we would be excused from midterms. Before spring break, I talked to the baseball coach. The guys had been practicing in the cold starting in February. Jack, the baseball coach/manager said his team looked pretty good for the spring season and he really would not have a place for me except on the junior varsity team. He suggested I give the golf coach a holler. When I went downstairs to the basement of the athletic building to the golf team's offices, I was surprised to find Terry from the country club working with a couple of guys on their swing. Fred Weathers, the golf coach saw me walk in and came out to meet me. "I wondered if you might stop by. Jack and I were talking and he said he really wouldn't be able to use you. Our season has started already but we are pretty slim this year and could use a few more players. Want to join us?" "You mean try out, don't you?" I asked. "Naw," he said waving expansively and Terry demonstrating a proper swing, "all you have to do, is get back into the swing of things." "I'm going home for spring break for a couple of days then down to Ft. Lauderdale for most of a week. Will that mess up the team?" I asked. "Nope," Fred stated, "not this year. We have no matches till the last week in April then one match a week till after the semester is over. We have a few invitations for matches over the summer but I haven't committed to any of them yet." Terry walked over to us and shook my hand, "good to see you Chuck. Want to try your hand at some drives. I have a special driving range down here for you guys that will really help keep you in form during the cold weather." He took me into a very wide, high ceiling hallway next to the golf offices where there was a patch of carpet on the floor with what looked like a golf ball tee on a rubber mat. The ceiling was about fifteen feet high with lots of lights that were caged with heavy gage wire. About twenty-five feet down the hallway there was a line painted on the floor and both walls. There were additional lines about every ten feet till you reached what I guessed to be forty-five feet. There a net like a baseball back stop was constructed except it had a hole in it about six feet wide and six feet high. Behind that was another net that went completely across the hall. Fred picked up a driver that was standing against the wall and put a golf ball on the tee. He shuffled his feet to a good stance then brought the club back the swung through the ball sending it rocketing down the hallway dead center through the hole in the first net. With a smile he handed me the club saying, "now remember when I first taught you to swing a driver. Go through the steps I taught you one at a time. Do a couple slow swings telling yourself the steps before you try a normal swing." I set my feet, presented the club to the empty tee then slowly brought the club back to the full back-swing then brought the club around through the tee to follow through till my arms were over my left shoulder. "Excellent. You remembered the steps. Do it a couple of more times and describe each step while you do it and what you want your body to do." I did what he asked, telling Terry's swing story at each step. I repeated it then at Terry's suggestion I swung the club at near normal speed a few times letting the swing speed increase each time. "Okay, tee up a ball and see where it goes." Terry said, "go ahead and talk while you do it. Tell me about the swing." I teed up the ball, got into position, presented the club to the ball a couple of times then while telling myself the steps out loud, I hit the ball. Just like I had been practicing for months, the ball sailed down the hallway and followed Terry's ball right through the center of the hole. "Holy shit!" Came a voice from behind me. I turned around and there were five guys plus coach Weathers standing by the doorway. "Have you been coming down here to practice at night?" One of the guys asked. "No way you're going to hit a ball that straight your first try. Do it again, see what happens." Terry nodded to me and whispered for me to talk my way through the swing again. I did the step by step approach and again sent the ball right through the center of the hole. Terry turned to the guys standing by the door, "now see what I've been trying to teach you? You have to practice the steps of the swing on every swing. It may become natural but you still need to talk yourself through the steps. Chuck has not picked up a club since early last fall and you just saw an example of a very good swing while he recited the steps it takes to make that swing." The five guys were shaking their head while going back into the golf offices. Fred came over to me and asked, "could you come out with us for the spring season? We could really use you. We're not good enough to win many matches but the guys you just saw are learning." "Sounds like fun coach. I'll try to stop by every day for some driving practice and your coaching," I said thinking golf might be fun. "Just tell me your practice times so I can work out my schedule. I'm still required to do a work out daily along with the weight room so I have to do some planning." Terry asked me, "Are you going to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break this year?" "I'm planning on it," I said happily. "We have reservations and my folks are saving up their money to buy food for me when we stop by." He laughed, "listen Chuck. I want you to take your clubs with you. Check your shoes to make sure they still fit and pack some nice looking golf clothes. Fred and I are going there too with our wives and will be playing golf every day. I know you will want to be on the beach as much as possible but how about a round in the morning for some practice. We will play a different course almost every day. Two of them are courses the PGA uses for tournaments. It will be good for you to see how you do on a strange course." Terry looked at Fred then back at me, "you know George and Dan are both going to be there with us this year. Perhaps their daughters should bring their clubs as well because their wives are going to be playing too." All I could do was nod my in agreement as I was thinking of the coming vacation. Later when I told Delta and Trish what Terry had said, they agreed that they should take their clubs. They also said they might have a surprise for me down there as well. As spring break came closer, Sandy was like a pogo stick bouncing all over the place in anticipation of going with us. I had not known whether the girls were going to include her but they just assumed Sandy was coming along for the ride. Her friend, Steve, was going home to somewhere in cold North Minnesota. We were planning on taking one of the girls' mothers' station wagons. If we took three bags of golf clubs plus some of our instruments, there wouldn't be enough room in the car for us to sit. As it was, the back area would be full. All four of us were excused from semi-finals with assertion from the Prof.'s that we all had firm A's going for the semester. With an entire extra week off, we decided to get an early start. I called home and asked my mom if we could come early and stay a few days longer. She agreed quickly saying it would be fun to have us all there for longer than a night. The girls' folks said they would meet us at the hotel in Ft. Lauderdale a week from Sunday. We were on the road Friday at three in the afternoon. We were driving a giant Buick station wagon that was like a luxury bus. Between Delta, Trish and myself we were able to drive straight through, reaching the homestead by Saturday evening. We were welcomed with open arms by my family. It was good to see my brothers, Danny and Carl. Danny was graduating from high school and Carl would be going into his senior year. They had both made up their minds that they wanted to be farmers. Danny was very serious about a girl and I think he wanted to be a husband as much as he wanted to be a farmer. Farming would facilitate his goal so I applauded him for it. My three traveling companions had arrived in pants but in short order the three had changed into some short shorts and halters. The boys were drooling all over the place. My dad was rolling his eyes telling me the two cheerleaders were just too good looking to wear clothes like that. Not to be outdone, my sisters changed clothes with the girls, shucking their jeans and work shirts to match the visitors. Dad even suggested Mom might want to dress that way too, as he would enjoy it. We ate then all of us said we wanted to go to bed early, as we were tired. It was not a school night for my siblings but they usually couldn't be up past ten anyway so we were off to bed. The girls had two rooms and were able to bed every one down comfortably while I slept in one of the bunk beds in the boys' big room. Sunday we did chores quickly then dressed and went to church. After church we drove two cars to Winter Haven to eat at a new restaurant Mom and Dad wanted to go to. We met our grandparents there and had a nice dinner. Both sets of grandparents were in a sort of assisted living housing. They had nice apartments but had people look in on them every day. I know my grandfathers were happy, as there was a large lake right at their door so they could go out fishing every day. By the time we finished visiting it was time to go home for evening chores. After the evening milking, we visited for a while. I was still worn out from our busy school schedule so I was ready for bed early. It was a school night for the kids so they didn't object to an early bedtime. Farm life begins at four thirty in the morning for Mom, Dad and the boys. The girls got up at six to help with the milking and some other chores. I was up dressed and chasing cows by four forty-five, getting them into the loafing shed ready to be milked. Dad got the milking equipment ready while the boys were spreading hay for the cows and the beef stock in the fields then worked on graining the beef stock that was getting ready to be shipped, the horses and the other animals. By the time I let the first group of cows into the milking parlor, my sisters were there ready to do the milking. We were finished milking, finished cleaning up the equipment and milk house plus scrubbing the milking parlor by six-thirty. An extra set of hands helps a lot. Dad could have had the farm labor do the chores but he always thought it was our responsibility to do the regular chores. The kids all headed to their rooms and bathrooms to clean up for school. My brothers showered out in the barn where they had water from the milk house hot water heater piped to an outdoor shower. It really speeded up the process when they didn't have to share the bathroom with the girls. By seven-fifteen they were scrubbed, dressed, fed and waiting for the school bus. Delta, Trish and Sandy had woke up and dressed to help Mom with breakfast. Sandy had helped Sissy feed the chickens, ducks and turkeys. It had been the first time she had witnessed a rooster getting aggressive around a stranger. Sandy got a kick out of gathering eggs. After the rush, Mom, Dad, the girls and I sat down for some coffee and a visit. We talked for over two hours then Dad said he needed to go to the grain elevator for some feed supplement to mix in with the grain he fed the cows. He was also going to go into to town to the equipment dealer for some parts. He wanted me to go with him and suggested the girls would have a good time with Mom at home. ------- Chapter 24 Dad and I went to the grain elevator then on into town. After picking up the parts he needed, we drove over to Lake Wales so he could show me the land he had picked up there. He first showed me the property he had sold to the developer. There were already over a hundred houses built with a bunch in progress. When I asked if it was smart to build so many houses in anticipation of hopefully selling them Dad told me there wasn't any hopeful about it. All those that were built were sold plus over a hundred more being built were sold already. We looked at some more property in that area then went off to the other side of town to look at the property that had been unsold at Christmas. I was surprised to see huge billboards advertising homes for sale. We drove up to a home in the front of a big development and went in. The house was being used as a sales and construction office. Everyone was saying, "Good morning, Mr. Johnson" and "How are you Mr. Johnson" and "Can I get you coffee Mr. Johnson." When I looked at my Dad funny, he just winked at me and shook his head to keep me quiet. He talked to a couple of guys that were obviously the construction people then had a word with a guy wearing a tie that was obviously sales then took me back out to the truck. "What do you think, Chuck?" Dad asked. "About what Dad. Those guys were all over you like they owed you money or something," I said. Dad just laughed softly, "they don't owe me money, I probably owe them. They are my employees." "Employees?" I asked. "Yep," Dad smiled, "when I saw how well the guy was doing that bought the other land, I thought I should start my own development. So I did. I hired a couple of architects and hired a bunch of construction people and now I have it started. So far we have twenty-two upscale homes built and sold plus almost seventy more with deposits on them. All of these homes have bigger lots than anywhere in the area plus the homes are twice as big. The community will have a central swimming pool, plus a community center. It's going to be real nice. I might even build a country club out here. He drove me to an adjoining area where a big store was being built with buildings on each side that suggested more shops. Dad said that Publix was opening a store for him plus he had most of the other shops already leased. Wow, my Dad, the landlord! On the way back to the farm he described what he had in mind for the family. He had picked out a nice area for the boys to build houses so they could live on the farm and work it with their future wives and kids. He said that if any of the girls wanted to stay on the farm he would do the same for them. As the kids graduated from school he would give more and more of the farm work to them and migrate to Lake Wales. Mom had already designed the house she wanted and it would be started later in the summer. He had stopped the truck by one of our orange groves and we had walked into the grove a few rows. "Son, I don't know what you're going to do yet so I can't make plans for you. As soon as you decide what you're going to do, we will make a plan and get it done. You're the only one interested in education so far and I'm proud you're doing so well." My Dad was happy to be in the midst of an orange grove full of the wonderful smell of flowering trees. The fragrance of orange blossoms is one of the most sensuous smells ever. But Dad just continued, "I'm kind of disappointed you didn't get to go to Florida like you should have but at the time the scholarship was your only hope of going to school. If the coaches there could see you play, they would be kicking themselves for not taking you. Guess it all worked out for the best though, you have some very nice friends." We went back to the house in time for lunch. We had some soup and sandwiches then went out to the tool shed to work on a tractor. I was surprised to find three guys working on other equipment. Dad said they were ready to weed and trim the groves soon plus they needed to plow up the strawberry fields and start the summer vegetables in the covered gardens. When I asked how many folks he had working he said he didn't know at the time as he now had a farm manager that handled the farm workers instead of him trying to do it all. He said he now had twelve houses for workers and was planning to build some better quarters instead of the bunkhouse arrangement he had for the migrant workers. He was always proud that all his people now had indoor plumbing and electricity. He said happy workers were usually good loyal farm hands. He always did believe in treating his people well. With a wave we went back into the house to find the three girls busily trying to tune the piano. They had taken the bellows and roller apparatus out in order to get at the soundboard more easily. Sandy and Delta were recovering hammers while Trish was gently adjusting the wire strings. Mom was putting a couple of pies in the oven for supper while trying to supervise the girls. Dad and I had a cup of coffee then went out to fix some fence around the garden. Mom had been complaining that the deer and wild pigs were getting into her garden and eating her vegetables. We found where the pigs had rooted the fence up so they could go under. Then we found an area that was pushed down enough for a deer to jump over. We drove stakes around the bottom of the fence and stapled the fence to them then set another post and pulled up the fence that had been pushed down. Dad did some magic with the gates to help them swing easier then we walked back over to the machine shed to tell one of the guys to spread some horse manure on the garden then to plow it in. As we were walking back to the house, the kids were walking up the lane from the school bus. We made quick work of the evening chores then cleaned up to eat. After supper, the kids quickly did their homework then we settled down in the living room with Mom at the piano. The girls had done wonders with the old piano. With new felt on all the hammers and the perfect tuning job they had done, it sounded beautiful. Mom and Dad played a duet that was smooth and gentle. Dad played his old violin like a Stradivarius. Their music was so nice; they should have been on a stage. Next Sally sat with Mom while they played one their favorite pieces. As soon as they finished, Dad started his hoedown fiddle playing. This just meant that banjo's and guitars were brought out filling the house with sound. Danny surprised me by playing guitar very well. Carl displayed his new talent with a new banjo. At ten, Dad called a halt for bedtime. Everyone was having such a good time, the hours had flown by. Before going to bed, I asked Dad if he would like to play some golf. I told him the girls and I had brought our clubs and was planning on playing when we got down to Ft. Lauderdale. He said that as soon as he got up in the morning he would call and get us all a tee time. The next morning I helped with the chores while Delta, Trish and Sandy helped my sisters with the chickens and breakfast. When we came in for breakfast they were all laughing at tiny Sandy being chased around the chicken yard by a rooster. Dad suggested we might have the rooster for dinner if she wanted revenge. Dad took Trish, Delta and I to the new Lake Wales Country Club. The biggest grove owner and cattleman in area, Ben Hill Griffin, recently built the place. When we went into the golf shop to get caddies, the kids almost had a war to be our caddies because of the two girls. Dad couldn't believe that I learned how to drive so well. He complimented me on my short irons but laughed at my attempts at putting over six to ten feet. He showed me how to look at the greens to see how the ball would travel and gave me some hints as to the speed of a putt when putting uphill or downhill. I actually beat my dad on our first trip to the golf course by a stroke. I shot 88 and he shot 89. I learned something though. Before you play a course, you should walk it to see how the greens lie and what all the traps look like up close. I had a lot to learn if I was going to help the golf team at school. The girls had shot pretty well and both were in the low 90's. The next day Mom, my sisters, who were playing hooky from school and the three visiting girls, went to Lakeland to go shopping. To go to really big stores, they would have to go all the way to Tampa but Mom thought Lakeland would do fine. Dad and I worked with the grove trimming crew cleaning out dying trees and trimming back brush around the edges of the groves. When my brothers got back from school we drove over to Frost Proof so Dad could talk to another farmer about some calves he heard about for sale. He made a deal for a hundred head of weaned white face calves and said we would get them in the morning then we all headed home. After supper we played music again, entertaining each other and enjoying the closeness that we had always shared. Sandy played the piano some with Mom. She was acting strange around Mom till my mom reminded me that Sandy had lost her mother at an early age and she needed some Mothering. She got it as Mom did everything she could to give her some love. The next day, we fired up the big truck, hooked up the forty-five foot trailer and took off for Frost Proof. Dad drove; Delta and Trish were in the middle with Sandy setting on my lap. Just a little crowded. The girls helped load the calves into the truck then we headed back home. Dad had already made arrangements for the calves to be put in a smaller pasture near the barn. He said we would have to make sure they were all eating and doing all right after the trip. He said he would give them all shots and ear-tags that weekend. That night was our last before heading South so we had a great time playing and singing silly songs. We ended up playing every funny piece of mountain music we knew. Kind of hard to laugh and sing at the same time. The next morning we drove to Ft. Lauderdale arriving in the early afternoon. Delta and Trish had gone whole hog this time. We had a large one-bedroom suite on the top floor of the hotel. There was a nice kitchen with a table, a big living area with a television and radio and a bedroom with a huge bed. The girls said it was a regular king-size bed. I had never seen anything larger than a double so I was really impressed. We changed into swim trunks and headed to the beach just outside the hotel. Sandy had never seen the ocean before so she ran to the water as soon as she saw it. We played, splashed and swam for an hour then went to the room to shower before supper. In the room, there was a small red flashing lamp over the table where the phone was. Delta said it was message lamp, which meant she had to call the front desk to get a message. The parents had arrived. Delta called the parents' room then hung up and walked out the door leaving it open. I looked to see what was up and she knocked on a set of double doors at the near end of the hallway. Carol opened the door. Behind her, I could see Cecile and behind farther, Dan and George. They hollered for us to come have a drink with them before we showered so we all joined them for a few minutes. Trish and Delta had a margarita while Sandy and I had a coke. I declined the booze saying that we had a long night ahead of us and liquor made me sleepy. The parents were in a huge suite that had four bedroom suites off the main sitting area. It was really fancy but I thought a little much with all the unused space. We went back to the room and showered to get ready to eat. At supper, George and Dan said we had a tee time at eight in the morning. They would take the girls and me if the girls wanted to go to the course in the morning. We were to meet Terry and Fred Weathers there for a foursome. Cecile, Carol and the girls said they would come along and play together. Sandy commented that she guessed she would have to start taking lessons to keep up with all of us. Dan joked that we should be able to find clubs for her in the kiddy department. Sandy tossed a roll at him. George said he had made reservations for us at four different courses and we could play every day either at seven or eight. He said that way, I would have almost a full day on the beach for all of the festivities that happened there. Dan was grinning and said we had a surprise coming Monday. Saturday's golf game was pretty good. When I told Fred that I thought it would be better to walk the course first, he said if we were playing a match, we would do that but since we were being tourists and playing for fun we would just use the course notes published by the local pro. This was a tough course. The fairways were very narrow. Some had trees pretty close on both sides. All of the holes had water hazards in the fairways and some had great big sand traps right in the middle of the fairway. We actually played with five in our group. The guys said that with two threesomes of women behind us, we would be fast enough to keep well ahead of them. Terry and Fred tutored me on every shot for every hole. They chose clubs for me and told me why they had selected what they did. My drives were great except two of them were in the center of a pond and one was buried in a sand trap. My irons were not too bad and my putting was abnormally good. Even with a couple double bogeys I ended with a 79. I was tied with Dan and George while Fred and Terry both had 74's. Fred said for me to keep playing just the way I was now and he would be happy. When I asked how soon could I start shooting par or better, the four men laughed loud enough to draw attention. I thought it was reasonable to want to play par golf but they kept saying I had years before I could consistently shoot par regularly. I now had a new sports goal. The afternoon at the beach was a blast. Sandy and I got a little carried away with some sweet umbrella drinks filled with rum. We were both trashed and could hardly walk back to our hotel to sit in a cold shower sobering up then taking a little nap before supper. We ate at a fancy seafood restaurant on the beach. When Sandy and I were asked if we wanted a cocktail before dinner, we both declined. We were a large group of twelve, Trish and her parents, Delta and her parents, Terry and his wife, Fred Weathers and his wife, Sandy and myself. It looked like we would need to get reservations for most everywhere we went. After a leisurely dinner we walked to the nightclub we had gone to last year. When we went through the back door a large man greeted us then escorted us to tables near the band. When he looked us over, he told Dan that he didn't think he could serve Sandy saying, "We don't usually serve pre-teens." Sandy stood, all puffed up with indignation and tossed out, "I'll have you know I am a second semester sophomore in college." She then looked around sheepishly and smiled at the man, "But I don't think I'll have any liquor to drink tonight so thank you for looking out for me." When the band started playing, our table emptied out onto the dance floor. Most of us danced for an hour straight till the band took a break. We stayed for another hour then went back to the hotel for an early night so we would be fresh for golf in the morning. All the women were going shopping in the instead of playing golf so the girls were pretty frisky wanting to play till I couldn't any longer. The surprise was Sandy as she didn't become a part of our playing but curled up on the couch and went to sleep. Delta said that Sandy felt committed to her new boyfriend and did not think she should play with us. Trish and Delta were happy, more for them. As soon as we arrived at the private country club in the morning, Dan announced that we might see some pro's practicing as the next week there was a major tournament being held there. He also said that this was going to be the toughest course we would play the entire week. We stayed on the driving range and practice putting green for an hour before our tee time. The first hole was a long straight par four that lulled you into thinking the course would be easy. Luck was with me and my second shot was a short chip shot that landed a foot from the hole. So I began with a birdie. The next hole further lulled the player, as it was just a fairly long par three. At first you thought it would be a snap, then when you looked at the course card you saw that there was sand traps surrounding the green. The choice was to go for the green with a low iron or fairway wood or lay up in front of the sand then chip onto the green. Since I had a birdie on the first hole, I was first and asked for help from Terry and Fred. They said that if we were in a tournament and I needed the score I should go for the green. They said they were going to lie up but for me to do whatever I thought best. I liked my three wood, as it seemed to always hit the ball straight and landed about where I thought it would land. My shot hit on the edge of the green then rolled out of sight as the green is elevated enough that you can't see the green or the flag from the back Tee's. My caddy said it didn't look like my ball had hit that hard so he thought it stayed on the green. The other four guys all laid up leaving their balls in front of the sand traps. I stayed with the guys while they chipped up onto the green while my caddy took my clubs up to the edge of the green. As soon as he topped the rise in front of the green he was gesturing for me to come look. The other caddies were up there as well so they could see where their player's ball landed. They were laughing and patting my caddy on the back. All the balls were within six to eight feet from the cup but one ball was barely hanging on the lip, it was mine. I was told to go ahead and get it out of the way as it would be dumb to mark a ball right at the cup. I now had two birdie holes in a row. The others pared their puts then we went on to a long par five. This one was a long five hundred and fifty yard hole with a sharp dogleg to the left at a little over three hundred yards. Fred was saying that most folks stayed to the left of the fairway so if they were short they could cut the corner on the dogleg and have a good look for the third shot. But, right at the elbow of the dogleg was a pond that actually wrapped around the curve of the fairway. So you had to be accurate if you were going to hit left plus you would have to be careful not to hit the ball too hard. On the right side of the fairway were palm trees with a dense oak tree forest behind. I told Terry and Fred that I was going to drive the center of the fairway and try to get the ball well past the corner of the dogleg. My drive was straight and a little to the right. It landed well past the tree line on the left side of the far fairway. My caddy said I should have a decent shot at the green from there. Dan and Terry followed my shot and landed very near my ball while both George and Fred put their balls on the left side up near the lower end of the pond. Once again the green had sand traps all around with a pond on the other side of the green. You couldn't see the back part of the fairway from the tees so it was a surprise to find the fairway so narrow with large trees on both sides with what seemed like a little funnel opening for the green. I was last shot and asked for help on this one. My confidence was high enough to think I could use a fairway wood or long iron to put my ball through the narrow opening two hundred yards away. If you lay up, there was a large fairway sand trap right at narrow opening so you would still have a long chip shot to the green. Terry said to go for it with the three wood and see what happened. I didn't hit the ball very hard and landed right in the middle of the large sand trap in front of the green. Everyone else except Terry laid up long before the sand trap. Terry threaded the narrow opening perfectly, landing on the green about thirty feet from the hole. The three guys put there third shots on the green then it was my turn. I lined up with my sand wedge and pictured the ball in a high arch coming down near the hole. I hate sand as when you dig under the ball to get the loft, sand explodes everywhere. I blasted the ball and it went high in the air then started down seemingly right at the cup. It hit the flagpole that had not been pulled yet. The ball bounced away from the hole but had a lot of spin on it to cause it to skitter back toward the hole then dropping into the cup. I yelled, my caddy yelled and everyone in our party was yelling. My first eagle. My caddy apologized for not taking the flag out. He said he thought it would give me a better target. I guess it did. The fourth hole was another long par four that everyone shot par except George. George chipped to right next to the hole then easily putted for a birdie. The fifth hole was supposed to be like the fourteenth with a large water hazard midway down the fairway. The fifth was a par five with an absolute straight fairway four hundred twenty-five feet to the cup. The fairway was fairly narrow but between one hundred sixty yards and three hundred twenty yards was a lake. So you could lay up in front of the lake then shoot the hundred sixty yards over the lake using at least two approach shots for the green or go for broke and drive the lake leaving a still fairly long approach shot. All of us decided to try to drive the lake. We all did with George, Terry and Fred staying in the fairway. Dan and I ended up in the tall grass but both of us were at about fifty to sixty feet from the green. The farthest three put their balls up near the green then Dan used a nine iron to get out of the grass and put the ball on the green. I swatted at the grass five or six times trying to see how it would affect the club then stood over the ball. I didn't want to hit the ball too hard as I didn't want to go over the green. No problem, the ball landed on the green then bounced and rolled toward the left shallow side of the hole stopping ten feet away. Dan was farthest at about forty feet away so putted first to within three feet of the hole. George had a twenty-five-footer and put it about the same distance away. Fred was also about twenty-five feet away and lagged it up to within six feet of the hole. Terry studied the green thoroughly then hit his fifteen-footer to drop for an eagle. Terry came over to me and showed me how to read the green for my slightly uphill put. It looked straight to both of us so I hit it fairly hard to get up the hill. The ball hit the cup dead center. The other guys birdied and pared out so not bad, two par holes, a birdie, and two eagles. Number six was an easy par three but had a slanted green. The slant was toward the back of the green so when a ball hit and rolled, it rolled right off the back of the green. We all pared except Dan who three putted to get out. I pared the four stroke seventh and the par five eighth then darn near holed out on my drive on nine. I actually was six under for nine holes. The back nine was similar to the front in that all the holes were tough with lots of hazards and traps. The fourteenth hole was another of the long fairways with water in the middle. When I drove the ball, it got to the other side of the lake but hit the railroad ties holding the bank straight and bounced back into the water. Terry said I could take a drop where the ball bounced into the water or drive again. I thought I should do it over so this time I lay up short of the lake. My third shot put my ball twenty yards from the green and my fifth was a chip that put the ball about three feet from the hole. I missed the easy put and finished with a double bogey. Darn, now I was only four up but still leading everyone. I pared fifteen, sixteen and seventeen, leading everyone by three. The eighteen was a four hundred-yard par four that had a green that was supposed to be from a horror film. I blasted my drive and came within a few feet of the green. So far my strokes were on. My caddy said that if I could drop the ball near the hole to be above it a little as that area was fairly level. When you looked at the green, it looked like a washboard with dips and swells everywhere. The other guys shot their second shots onto the outer areas of the green then it was my turn. I asked Terry if I could use my sand wedge it order to loft the ball and try to get it to land as near the hole as possible then stop where it landed. He said the wedge or my nine iron would do it but to use what I thought was best for me. I used the sand wedge and barely hit it with a chip shot. The ball arced up and landed about two inches from the hole. Instead of dying right there, the ball was spinning and spun back over the hole about a foot but not into the ravine of the washboard. I wiped my brow for that one. Everyone putted and putted again then again finally making the cup with three putts and a double bogey. I lined up my one-foot putt and sank it for a birdie. I had actually finished with a sixty-seven of what was supposed to be a tough, par seventy-two hole professional course. The caddies were all slapping me on the back and congratulating me telling me I should be playing the next week with the pros. When we went in the pro-shop, my caddy had me sign a logbook for games under par. I was surprised that there were very few on the page for shooting a sixty-seven. The golf pro questioned the caddies over and over again, confirming my score before finally congratulating me. He gave me a gift certificate for one hundred dollars worth of goods at the pro-shop for the best score of the year so far. The course record was sixty-five. He asked if we wanted to come back tomorrow but we had reservations at another club. He said he was sorry that he couldn't offer any tee times the next week but the tournament was going to be in progress. We went back to the hotel to meet the ladies as they were getting back from shopping. When we went upstairs, I went into our room and took a quick shower. When I came out of the bedroom dressed in my swimsuit, ready for the beach, I was shocked to find my three sisters sitting with the girls. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked. "This is the surprise Dad said he had for you," Sally said. "We're off school too and for the rest of the week you're going to have us underfoot. You're going to show us how to act like crazy college kids on Spring break." "Well go get your swimsuit on and let's hit the beach," I told them. "Where's Mom and Dad?" "In the big suite. We're all staying there with Trish and Delta's folks," Sissy answered. I went next door to see my excited mom and my very happy dad. He was hearing about my great golf outing where the pros were going to play. He was saying that he would like to go to see some of the tournament but it was a little late to be buying tickets. I went back to our room and called the golf pro-shop where I had been given the gift certificate. I asked the pro if I could trade the certificate in for tickets to the tournament. He enthusiastically agreed and said he would give us as many VIP passes, as I needed for my group. To just see him when we got there. He would put my name on the gate list. Back in the suite, I told everyone that we were going to be the clubs VIP guests for the tournament for any and all days, whatever they wanted. George, Dan, Fred, Terry and Dad were really excited. The girls didn't care that much but were happy for the guys. Our twelve had now become seventeen so now even more time had to be allowed to get everyone seated for a meal. All us kids said we were going to hit the beach and get lunch out there. Dad cautioned me about letting the girls drink anything that was too strong. Delta, Trish and I agreed to watch out for them. This was going to be a chore as all three of my sisters were lookers wearing some pretty skimpy swimsuits. We slicked up with Coppertone then headed out for the beer and brat parties. I will always be amazed at how much free food and beer there is. Then add some good-looking women to the deal and now you have all the free booze you can suck up as well. Sandy and I watched out for those fruity drinks and kept my sisters from having more than one. It took all three of us, Delta, Trish and myself, to herd the other four girls around keeping the vultures away from the unsuspecting farm girls. We had a great time and the girls collected several bags of freebies from all the different manufacturers. The Coppertone folks took tons of pictures of the girls. One of the photographers was really shooting the bull with Trish, Delta and Sally trying to get them to go with him for a private commercial shoot. They didn't fall for it and told him to talk their agent. We did get several bottles of tanning lotion out of it though. Back at the hotel, we cleaned up and dressed for a fancy dinner. This time we took three limousines out to a steak restaurant owned by some famous sports guy that George knew. We were treated like royalty with great food and great service. I can't imagine what our bill was but I saw Dad give the headwaiter a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. We went back to the hotel and all the adults went up to the big suite while us kids put on beach clothes then grabbed our guitars and went out on the beach to join all the kids having a party out there. The Budweiser folks had a huge fire with snacks and free beer for everyone. We joined a guy who was being paid to play and started playing all kinds of sing-a-long stuff. We played and sang till after eleven. Then left with folks hollering for us to play some more. Back in the suite, the folks all wanted a couple of songs so we did some of the stuff we played out on the beach. They sang along then my girls and I left for our room. It didn't take us long to settle down and go to sleep, as we were all tired out. ------- Chapter 25 The next morning, us six guys headed out to another golf course. This one was another private country club that Terry had conned his way into tee times. Fred also knew the pro and invited him to play with us. Dad, George and Dan played a three some in front of us and I played with Terry, Fred and the Pro. Fred told the pro I had shot a sixty seven the day before at the difficult course, the pro said I would probably beat the course record today. I didn't beat the record, but did shoot a sixty-eight, beating everyone in our group again. My Dad said that he had to shoot at least one more game with me while I was down there, as he couldn't get over how well I was doing. We played another new course on Tuesday then repeated the first course we played on Wednesday. When we finished our game Wednesday, I had played with my Dad two days in a row and had played way over my head. Dad started talking to Terry about whether I should try to go for the pro tour. I just flat said no way. I had school to finish, plus just about the time I would give up my "2-S" college deferment I would be drafted anyway. So pro sports were out for me for a long while. The girls and I went out to the country club where the golf tournament was being held and I picked up enough passes so all the adults could go. The golf pro was very nice and gave me a big box of balls to go along with the passes saying I should have some kind of gift for the great game I shot. After supper that night at the seafood restaurant again, we went to the night club and this time the big bouncer type said that they had our area roped off from the other customers as we had four more underage girls with us. I promised him they would be good and he just raised his eyebrows. We danced all night till we were bushed, then headed back to the hotel. The girls and I were going to head back to school the next day while the adults were all going to go to the golf tournament for a couple of days. They were excited about seeing some of the famous players like Sam Snead, the new young star, Jack Nicklaus, Billy Casper, Gary Player and Arnold Palmer. Mom and Dad asked if we could take my sisters home on our way so they could stay through the weekend with Delta and Trish's folks. In the morning, after breakfast, we loaded up the luggage for all of us. I was surprised it all fit. There was three in the front and four in the back seat for the trip up state. At the house, the boys were happy the girls were home so they wouldn't have to cook for themselves. Delta, Trish, Sandy and I stayed the night then took off for the trip back to school. We stopped at Panama City Beach for a night and day to enjoy the beach there then headed out for a non-stop trip back to school. We ended up staying at Trish's the night we got back, just enjoying each other and relaxing. Sandy was up early begging to be taken back to campus to see if her fellow was back. Trish took her back to campus while Delta and I cleaned up the station wagon giving it a thorough scrubbing inside and out. We lazed around the rest of the day, making love and napping till it was the evening mealtime back on campus. We went back to campus, hauling our stuff to our rooms then meeting to go to the cafeteria. Most of the folks were not back yet but would be piling in by Sunday morning. The girls and I went back to Trish's to be together for one last night before the week started. Sunday morning we went to church then out to their country club for brunch. With full bellies, we did our laundry complete with ironing then hauled everything back to campus. The girls poured over the apartments for rent classifieds trying to find a place close to campus so we could live together but still use the cafeteria. They didn't find anything, but then it was in the middle of the school year. Monday brought the breakfast group back together with a vengeance. The cafeteria staff pleaded with us to hold it down then threatened to have us thrown out if we didn't settle down. Thank goodness it got late fast so we all had to go to class. Monday afternoon I went to the golf offices to find a very relaxed Fred Weathers telling the guys on the team about the tournament he saw. He also introduced me as a new multi-sport player and I was going to compete for a place on the team. He then embarrassed me by telling the guys about the great game I shot at the course where he watched the tournament. Terry then shook my hand saying that the pro wanted me to know that not one of the professionals on tour beat my score during the tournament. He said it was something I should be proud of. We went out to the driving range that was set up for us and drove about a hundred balls each. We then went on the quest of picking them all up. Thank goodness there was a fence enclosing the sides and the back so we could find most of the balls along the fence. We practiced some chipping then were let go with the promise of putting practice the next day in an effort to get us ready for a match the coming weekend. The girls met me for supper then we headed to the library for the study group. It wasn't the whole group yet but pretty many showed up and helped each other get started back in the groove. Wow, two nights in a row without playing with the girls kept me awake thinking of the two of them. Strange how you can get used to having someone around you constantly. The next morning at breakfast I could see in their eyes they had not slept all that well either. At supper, they said we would go to the library then to Delta's for the night. Guess we were pretty spoiled. When we got to Delta's Dan told me about the tournament and that Mom and Dad had gone to every day and had stayed through Sunday night with George and him. He said he really liked my folks and were glad we all got together again. The girls and I slept well that night after some gentle loving. It always amazes me that they chose me over all the choices they had. I sure was going to try to earn that choice. In the morning we got up early, showered and dressed then hit the cafeteria for breakfast. We were only running about five minutes later than usual and figured we could adjust our wakeup time if we needed to. They told me they had talked to Carol about their thought of getting an apartment. They even said Carol wasn't upset about us moving in together, which surprised them. Friday was going to be a travel day for the golf match on Saturday. Since the group is small we took cars to the campus where the match was going to be held. It was South of us and was a little warmer, the tournament would be played with the temperatures in the high sixties. We got there early enough to walk the course then do some driving practice at a local range. The next morning we all did some driving and putting practice till lunchtime then relaxed till one. We were playing four people per group in stroke play. A group would start at the first hole, third, ninth and twelfth hole. That did it, as there were only eight of us on the team. Fred and Terry, the new assistant coach, would range between the groups for coaching. We would all carry our own bags or drag them along on the little carts with wheels. The course was easier than the girls' country club course and a lot easier than any of the courses I had played on in Florida. I wasn't quite as sharp with my irons but ended with a seventy on the par seventy-one course. My score was the tournament best but our team score was six over the host, home team. Fred and the other players were ecstatic even though I was disappointed. We were going to have to get better as a team. We drove home that night, arriving on campus about two in the morning. The girls had gone home, so I slept a little late then went to breakfast. Trish came in just as I was finishing. She was saying that Delta and her had a surprise for me after church. I went back to the dorm and changed into some good clothes then went with her to pick up Delta and go to church. After church, we joined their folks for brunch at the country club then went back to Trish's house. There, they said that they would show me the surprise but I had to be blindfolded. They tied a scarf over my eyes then led me out to a car. I could tell we were not by ourselves as the girls and I was in the back seat. You really couldn't tell where we were going as it was a twisting turning drive through the city but it seemed like it was on the way back to school. They stopped then helped me out of the car and walked me up to some steps then up the stairs through a doorway. I could smell spic and span plus floor and furniture polish. As I was walking, the sound was like I was in an empty or near empty house. "Ready?" Delta asked with an obvious smile. "Yes Ma'am," I answered. They pulled off the blindfold and I found we were in a house. They led me through the house showing me the living room, the kitchen, a dining room then a very large bedroom. All the windows had new curtains and drapes. In the kitchen there was pots and pans sitting on the counter along with a coffeepot. There was a nice table with six chairs in the dinning area plus a little round table with four chairs in the kitchen. The living room did not have anything but a floor lamp and a large area rug over hardwood floors. The big bedroom had one of those queen size beds with a bookshelf headboard. The bed was made with a nice quilt with a big blanket folded at the foot on top of a bed chest. There were two nightstands with lamps plus there were three chest of drawers connected together to look like one. Delta opened the closet to show me it was a huge walk in closet that could hold a ton of stuff. "What do you think?" Asked Trish with some hesitancy in her voice. "This is very nice I said, whose is it?" I asked. Delta waved her arms in a full circle, "ours, all ours," She said. "How is it ours?" I asked obviously surprised. Trish hugged my arm and said, "this was my Great Aunts old house. She used to teach at the university for years until she retired and moved to California. She gave it to Dad who has been leasing it for years. When I talked to Mom about us wanting a place, she brought me here. Yesterday we went out and got the furniture you see here now plus kitchen stuff and food. The place is ready for us to move into right now if we want to. But we can wait till we get some living room stuff first. What do you think?" I looked at Cecile and Carol, waiting for them to frown at us setting up housekeeping together but all I saw were smiles from both of them. "This place is really nice. How far is it from campus?" Delta took me by the hand and walked me out the door and pointed. A half a block away was the side entrance to the campus. The house was actually closer to our cafeteria than our dorms. "Aunt Paula didn't want to live far from the school so she had this house built in the twenties. She kept it in really good condition. She was single and only had one bedroom so the rest of the house is pretty large. There is even a garage in back with room to park Delta's car and one for you when you get one." "Can we afford this?" I asked walking back to the kitchen. Cecile answered that one, "I don't think there is a problem. The cost of the dorm rooms will more than pay for any food here and the utilities. You guys are going to have to keep up the place and do some painting outside and Chuck you will have to put a new roof on the garage but the house is free. The taxes are cheap and the utilities are very reasonable. The place has a newer furnace, only a couple of years old and even an air conditioner that works. The appliances are in great shape so the only thing that costs is the furniture. Dan's company has a ton of furniture that we can get for next to nothing like the bed, chests and tables. All we have to do is haul it over here." "I'm going to have to contribute, so what do you think my part will be?" I asked. "Nothing yet," Carol said. "Let's get down to brass tacks here. You three may or may not be compatible for the long haul. The three of you together could be a stretch. Dan and I plus Cecile and George have talked about it and believe we should have you guys live together to make sure what you think you have will work over the long term. So, we're going to front this place for you guys. Chuck, you keep your dorm room for your sports scholarship but this will be your home. You three can still eat at the cafeteria and study at the library. This will be about as distant a walk as you have been doing." "This is great. When do you guys want to move in?" I said pulling both the girls to me. "Right this second," Trish said. "But how about we wait till next weekend and get the living room furniture plus we can begin hauling our stuff here throughout the week. Delta and I can do it in the afternoons while you're at practice." I was relieved that we could be together and was obviously happy, grinning. Carol came over to me and took me by both arms. "I know you guys have been careful and have made sure no babies are being manufactured around here but this is going to be a new game. Make sure you three don't forget about what your goals are before you start making babies, okay?" Cecile came over and gave me a hug. "Chuck, Carol and I love you like your ours and really like you being with our girls. But we still worry that something will come between them and then where will you be. So enjoy being with them but be safe and careful." It became like a big group hug. Delta broke it up and said let's call Dad and ask him to bring the truck with the living room stuff. Trish said we should wait for during the week and give him the day off. Delta said for us to call him and let him make up his mind. They called Dan and he said he and George were ready to come over right then. Delta giggled and said for them to hurry. Trish said for me to stay and help unload the truck while they were going to the dorm with their Mom's. George and Dan showed up about fifteen minutes later. We brought all the furniture in and filled the living room up along with a big buffet type chest for the dining room. George even had a fancy chandelier for the dinning room to put up. He had brought in two big couches, two big chairs, four end tables with four lamps and a couple of coffee tables plus a nice desk with a typewriter return. The living room was so big that we didn't begin to fill it. George said that he knew where we could pick up a piano real cheap if we wanted one. I thought it would be a great idea and asked him to find out how much we could get it for and get it here. We had just finished when the girls came back with the station wagon full and Trish's car full. Delta breathlessly said, "guess we aren't going to wait. We cleaned out our room and brought everything." The four ladies looked around the room then asked why there was a big area that was left bare. "That's for the piano Chuck's getting," Dan said. "Oh boy, we'll even have a piano. We can have all our instruments here, even your vibraphone Chuck," Trish exclaimed. "Listen here kids," George commented. "You guys are still going to have to entertain us at the house. We've gotten used to your music and would like to keep listening to it." "Oh Dad," answered Trish. "You don't have to worry about that. We'll keep playing for everyone who wants to listen. Come on Chuck, help us get our stuff in the bedroom then we'll go get yours." By five o'clock we were done moving in, so much for doing it during the week. Cecile and Carol went to the store and bought a bunch of kitchen staples for us plus the necessary stuff like cleaners, soap and toilet paper. It was nice to look around and realize we were settled in together. Dan said he would order us a phone on Monday so we could be reached if they needed us. George had keys for all of us plus a couple more. One we put over the front door then we locked up and went to the Howard Johnson's restaurant for a quick meal. We went back to the house and we all just walked from one room to the next, amazed that this had come together so fast. We three were quickly becoming a unit, now more permanent than ever. I made a small pot of coffee for us and we sat at the little round table in the kitchen and drank it. "We need a typewriter and some paper," I said. "Let's watch for an office auction and pick one up cheap. We'll just go to an office supply place and buy paper and carbon so our desk will be set up. This is going to be great for all of us." When it was time for bed, we brushed our teeth then climbed in the big bed, surprised at how much room we had. As we relaxed, we began to touch and kiss before we made love until we had to change sheets. We agreed that from now on we would have a stack of towels near the bed along with our supply of condoms. We really did sleep well. Monday morning we were up with some coffee brewing early. We sort of tag teamed through the bathtub, taking showers quickly then dressing. We had a quick cup of coffee then headed for the cafeteria. It was actually a shorter distance than walking from the dorms. We didn't mention to anyone about our new house as we thought we should keep it quiet for a while. People would find out soon enough. I had left my dorm bed made up with a couple of old books on the study table and a couple of shirts and pants I had outgrown along with my old shoes that I had outgrown. So if anyone looked in the closet, I was still living there. School and practice were the usual then supper and study at the library. When we left the library, we walked out the rear door and walked about a block to the house instead of back across campus. When we got to the house I saw Delta's car in the back next to Trish's. I was going to have to work on the garage to get it so we could put the two cars in there. I used the desk and wrote a letter home explaining everything that had happened with the new house. I said I would take some pictures plus write with the new telephone number when it was installed. We sat around in the living room a few minutes then headed to bed via the bathroom to clean up and brush our teeth. I fixed up the coffeepot so all I would have to do is turn on the gas under the percolator. Again we played for a while then slept the sleep of the innocent. We settled down to some normal living for a change. It was nice to have my bedmates every night to cuddle. The fooling around wasn't too bad either. Golf practice was pretty intense but not as physically draining as the other sports. I was still running and working out in the weight room. I think the extra exercise was good for my golf game too. Friday we traveled to another campus farther south and did the usual scouting of the course along with some driving and putting practice. Terry was working with me trying to improve my long irons. My chipping was really good and my putting was improving. Saturday's match was foursomes again made up of two members from each school. We were going to play two rounds with the best composite scores under stroke play to be the winner. Our team did pretty well, I shot a one over on both rounds and actually had the best score for the day. Nothing I did was spectacular and nothing I did was terrible. I had a couple of drives off the fairway and overshot a couple of greens but was able to save par on my mistakes. I three putted a par four for my one over par round. Our team lost by two strokes. If I could have played below par, we could have won. We drove back to school that night arriving on campus about three in the morning. I walked to the house and quietly let myself in. I undressed washed and brushed my teeth then laid down behind Trish who was snuggled behind Delta. Trish pushed her butt up against me recognizing my presence. Sunday morning I was groggy when the girls were tickling and kissing me waking me up. They said it was a beautiful spring morning and we needed to get up for church. I looked out the window to darkness. Confused, I sat up and was handed a mug of coffee while being admonished to get going and get dressed. "What's going on? It's still dark out." I ask bleary eyed. "Yeah, so." Trish answered. "Why are we getting up so early?" Delta was toweling herself dry as she came into the bedroom. "Sunrise service in about a half hour. It's Easter, come on, get going." I took my coffee to the bathroom and quickly peed, showered and shaved. I put on a suit then we left driving quickly through the fairly quiet city. The church was full and the sun was giving off first light, illuminating the horizon. After the service, George and Dan asked if I wanted to go play golf. I said I would rather go back to bed explaining I didn't get home till after three. Carol and Cecile wanted breakfast so we all went to Howard Johnson's for an early breakfast. The girls and I went back to the house saying that I needed a nap and they needed to do some housekeeping. After we had studied, we would come over for supper and play some music before bringing some of instruments back to the house. I slept till eleven then we went to a late lunch at the cafeteria. We had brought our books with us and went to the library. The day was too nice and very few folks showed up to study. We only did about two hours then had to get out into the nice weather. We drove out to the lake to check on the boat. Someone had already cleaned it up and put it back in the water. As soon as the water warmed up, we would be skiing. As evening came, it began to cool to the point it would have been cold in a convertible. We ate at Delta's then walked over to Trish's to play and sing for a couple of hours before bed. It is very relaxing to play music. This night we played and sang nothing but ballads. Carol and Dan as well as Cecile and George were snuggled up on couches singing the love songs with us. When we followed Dan and Carol back to their house the girls were giggling while watching Dan and Carol with their hands on each other's butt. We drove home and made love till midnight still feeling the affects of the sunny day, the good food and the music. The semester and the school year were ending. Delta and Trish were graduating. It was scary to wonder what would happen to our relationship now that we didn't share that common goal of going to school. Both girls had double majors in business management and education. They thought they wanted to be teachers but also thought they might be good in business. Their problem was similar to mine. They didn't really have a clue as to what they wanted to do when (as I called it) they grew up. I signed up for summer school again with as many hours as I did the previous summer. The girls surprised me and signed up for summer classes too. They thought they might as well work on some graduate education classes while we were right there in school. We finally saw Sandy. She said that her boyfriend and her were going to get an apartment off campus for the summer and the next school year. She said she knew she was probably too young to be living with someone but she said that they were so compatible that they both thought they could be just platonic friends sharing an apartment rather than just illicit lovers. We told her to come by the house and see us when she had the chance. The girls' graduation party was held at the country club. They had a ton of relatives there to help celebrate. We partied till the wee hours of the morning then slept late in anticipation of getting ready to go to Florida for Sally's graduation. We borrowed the station wagon again and drove straight through getting in the day before the graduation. Sally was ecstatic to be graduating and very excited to have already been accepted at Florida University. We all had a great time visiting and eating. Sally's graduation class was pretty big for the school. Her class graduated double mine, over seventy kids this year. My class was only thirty-six. The small community turned out for graduation. The entire gym and gym floor was packed with folding chairs. Afterward, Dad had arranged to have a large party for all of the class so the parents could keep an eye on their kids, making sure they didn't get into too much trouble. The local American Legion hall was the perfect place for any big party as they had real air conditioning with a large dance floor. As was usual, just like Saturday nights, The adults were on one side of the hall and the kids on the other. The bar was open so the adults had to keep track of how much their kids were getting. Dad had a large buffet of food brought in so it was a real party. I couldn't get over how much my Dad liked doing stuff like this now that he could afford it. Life was good. Monday morning we drove back to school and the new house, what was now home to me. We rested up Tuesday then went to the country club Wednesday to play some golf. We only had till the following Monday to play and work on the house before school started up again. Wednesday afternoon we started scrapping and wire brushing up bad spots on the house in preparation to paint. Thursday we three started painting all the wood siding. Saturday we did all the trim, finishing late Saturday evening. Our vacation was pretty nice as we played golf every morning then worked on the house every afternoon and evening till it was too dark to work. Three people can knock out some work. Sunday morning I played golf with the guys before church then we all went to our house where the girls had prepared a large dinner. George and Dan were impressed while the Moms fussed over their two girls and how grown up they were. George and Dan talked to me about getting a car again as my Dad had talked to them about it. I told them that on one hand, a pickup truck would be a good idea, but a car would be useful too. I was still not feeling the need for a car as school was just down the street and when we went somewhere, there were two cars for the girls to drive. If I had a car then I would have to worry about insurance, keeping another car clean, and another car to keep serviced. They said for me to let them know what I wanted to do and left it seeing that I had thought about it a lot. Actually, I had enough in my bank account that I could have bought a older used car or truck as I had been saving the money Mom and Dad were sending me. I still had not spent the money from last Christmas much the less the money they gave me during Spring break. The money did more good in the bank than in a car. Summer school was busy again. Classes in the morning then study and golf in the afternoon. The girls interviewed for grad staff positions for the coming fall semester and were accepted. This would give them some free schooling plus some cash. Since they were not using the dorm any longer, they were able to trade out the dorm subsidy for the cafeteria. ------- Chapter 26 In late June, I was honored in our new home with a birthday party for my 19th year. Sometimes I forget how old I am as almost everyone I deal with is older than I am. It is refreshing to have Sandy around since she is a little over two years younger. While we were happily celebrating, I reflected on how much had happened since my seventeenth birthday and coming to the university. There had been a lot of water flow under the bridge. The basketball coach caught me in the weight room and asked if I had been on the courts much. When I told him not at all he told me try to come by the gym every day for an hour or so to shoot some baskets and get in shape for the coming season. Rats, less golf, more basketball. The football coach caught me in the gym shooting some baskets and reminded me that practice started in August so get in shape and be ready. The second summer session was going to be another classic biology course. Lecture for two hours three days a week then lab three to four hours in the afternoon. Good luck came my way, Sandy was taking the same biology class and we instantly became lab partners. Her being there shortened the day by at least an hour and all but guaranteed me an "A" in the class again. The girls and I used the break between summer sessions to paint most of the inside of the house. We also put new tile down in the kitchen and the bathroom. We had a neighbor who was a cabinetmaker, put new tops on the counter plus he made a little "L" on it so we could put three stools up to it instead of using the little table. The table was fine for studying but the counter was better for morning coffee and snacks. I had replaced the roof of the garage and staked out an addition so we could have a three-car garage. I was thinking that we should build a garage apartment on top and rent it out. The rent would pay for taxes, utilities and some cash to George. Dan and George said they thought I had a good idea and that I should get some bids. I really hadn't thought of bids, I was going to do most of it myself. First I dug under the corners and the middle of the concrete block wall of the garage and poured three-foot footers to hold the extra weight of the rooms over the garage. Then I poured another footer for the expansion including deeper concrete at the corners. I found a guy with some steel beams that I had delivered to the house then borrowed a neighbors gas welder to cut them to size and put large stand plates on them. It was at this point that I told George and Dan I was going to buy a cheap pickup truck to use around the house. I found an old Chevy pickup for one hundred-fifty bucks. It cost sixty for insurance for the year and eighteen dollars to get it registered. I found some more beams at a welder's shop and rented some floor jacks to lift the roof up so I could put the support beams in place and weld them altogether. I'm not any good with concrete block so I paid another neighbor who was good at it to lay the blocks for the addition. We put in a door and couple of windows in the original garage while were at it. Next I framed the outer walls of the addition then framed some corner braces to lift the roof onto. I built a stand that looked like the braces for an umbrella. Using two large floor jacks I jacked up the roof three feet, moved the next jack onto a higher platform then jacked it up three more feet. I had placed two by sixes notched like stairs on all four sides. Each time the roof would go up about eight inches it would catch another notch. It took me all day to get the roof up high enough and the corner braces in place then let the roof back down on the corner brace studs. It all fit. The next day I framed in the rest of the outside and framed the rooms. I knew how to do the plumbing but I didn't know how to get the waist pipes connected to the city sewers. I roughed in the bathroom and kitchen pipes and had the big waist pipe into the floor of the new addition and dug in all the way to front of the house. I piped water from our basement to the garage and put fitting for a hot water heater in the back corner of the garage addition. Next was electrical. I knew how to do it but was a little uneasy about it so I found a neighbor a block over that was an electrician. He made me a deal if he could do it after hours. We had it done in two evenings ready for the first inspection. We didn't have to pull permits just file an intention to build. Electrical and plumbing were inspected for safety measures. The girls and I dry-walled the place in three evenings and that included putting insulation above the ceiling and below the floor. I found a place that sold small heating units that would work perfect for the apartment and installed it in the garage next to the water heater. I had forgotten to run a gas line for the kitchen so I did that while I was hooking up the heater. Finally we did all the painting and put in tile and carpet. We went to a flea market and bought a nice looking refrigerator and stove plus found a deal on a set of kitchen sinks. We had the final inspection then had the electric and gas company come out and put up meters on the garage just for the apartment. Not bad, we had a rental apartment in just two months without spending more money than I had saved up. Plus, we now had a big utility sink in the garage and the means to heat the garage it if we ever wanted. We had done this while going to school and while I practiced basketball and football. We also did get some golf in, but not much. The girls were proud that we had been able to build it ourselves. They had many hours of labor into making our garage addition and an income-producing apartment. George and Dan applauded our efforts and the result. They finally understood how much a kid can learn growing up on a farm. Farmers built everything they had by themselves. If they had kids, then they had apprentices who learned on the job. The rent was going to be enough to pay for all of our utilities plus make a nice donation toward what our rent should be. I was excited to finally contribute to our surroundings. George and Cecile surprised me. They had some contracts drawn up that were for the purchase of the house. The painting and garage was listed as the down payment with an extremely low monthly payment for the principal. I don't know whether it was smart or not but the new owners were listed as us three in a resident partnership agreement. I sure hoped we could swing this, as our income level was really low, like nothing. The first thing I did was to go over the pickup mechanically then I painted it. It takes forever to sand, primer, sand a couple of more times then brush paint then sand and paint and sand some more. It can be done and it can turn out nice. When I was done I had a bright red pickup truck for sale. A neighbor bought it for four hundred dollars. A nice two hundred fifty dollar profit after using it to build the garage. I went to the insurance company and canceled the insurance and received thirty-five dollars back. It was nice to have some money back in the bank. The girls were disappointed that we didn't have a truck any longer and wanted me to go out and find another one right away. I told them that if we needed one again, I would find one and buy it but we didn't need the expense of another vehicle right then. The short vacation between the second summer session and fall semester came at just the right time. I think we three needed the break. Sandy came with to the country club for a Saturday of sun and swimming pool. The second day, we played golf in the morning before church then we all went to the lake for an exhausting day skiing. We had a blast trying to teach little Sandy how to ski. She did finally get up on them and skied for a while but was practically drowned by then. Monday morning we played golf in the morning with the Moms, Terry and Fred. That afternoon, while I was at football practice, the girls were learning what was expected of them in their new grad staff positions. We met at the cafeteria for super thinking we were in for another grueling fall. During the rest of the week, we golfed in the morning, swam for about an hour then ate lunch and prepared for our afternoon activities at school. This was the first time since they had started kindergarten that Trish and Delta were not together all day. Trish had one group of classes to teach and Delta had another so they didn't see each other for three to four hours. If you had seen the two of them running back to each other and hugging, you would have thought they had been separated for months. It was going to be an adjustment. Sunday we celebrated by going to church real early then going to the lake for a picnic and some skiing. We also lounged around in the backwaters fishing a little but didn't catch anything. We were getting ready for the grind with a smile. The first week of school was like a wind up. The second week smacks you on both butt cheeks yelling, "go." We had a football game at home Saturday and practiced like demons during the week. On Thursday evening after supper, the library and walking home, we were surprised by cars in our driveway. Inside were George, Dan, Cecile and Carol but with them was the big surprise, my mom and dad. George handed Trish, Delta and I a beer then I had to find out what my folks were doing. "We came to see you play football Chuck," my mom said. "I want to see how a basketball player does it on the field." "Your mom has been wanting to come see you play since your first year. I thought it would be nice to come while the weather is still decent to see you play. How do you think you'll do this weekend?" Dad asked. "We're playing Northern Illinois in a non-conference game. They are a tough team. We have watched a couple of game films of them and know what they can do but not how we're going to do against them," I said. "Bet you do great," Dan said raising his beer with George nodding next to him. "Do you guys stay at school this late all the time?" Dad asked. Trish filled him in on our schedules and study group. This was how we had accomplished everything up till now. When Dad was asking about the apartment, he let it slip that I had built the chicken house and one of the back barns by myself. He told George and Dan that he had only helped when I couldn't lift something by myself or I didn't know how to do something. George told Dad I had sold a perfectly good pickup truck when I was done building. "Bet he sold it all painted up and made a profit on it too," Dad said. "I don't know whether he did or not," Dan Said. "Chuck, how did you come out on the deal." "Let's see. I bought it for a hundred-fifty, insured it for sixty then used forty dollars in parts and paint to fix it up. I sold it for four hundred then got back about thirty-five from the insurance company. So I made right at a hundred eighty five plus used it for two months to get the garage done," I told them. "You doubled your money?" George said. "And he used it to do what he needed to do," my dad smiled. George then started in on the garage. "So how much did the garage cost. You had guys doing stuff for you and I know you bought a lot of materials." "It really wasn't too bad," I said. "The steel would have been expensive but Ted's welding shop had a bunch of steel beams that were rusting out back. He gave me those cheap. Actually I welded up some plow shears for him and sharpened them for his customer. He gave me the beams and plate for the work I did. All the plumbing stuff came from that used place over by the rail yard. They have tons of stuff that's almost like new. We also got the hot water heater, fridge and stove there too. I had to buy the solder, some of the copper pipe and all the drain and soil pipe but that's not too expensive. The concrete block, lumber, drywall and paint were a little steep but I bought it all from a contractor who had overbought for the apartments on Main Street. The concrete wasn't too bad because we mixed it ourselves. The cabinets, doors and windows came from the flea market. They were used and only needed cleaning up. We did the whole thing for under two thousand." "Two thousand?" George stuttered. "No way," Dan agreed. "Bet he can show you his receipts and an itemized list," Dad said. "I want to see it," George said. Trish got up and went to the desk. She pulled out a fairly large account book and brought it to her Dad. She flipped through the pages till she got to the garage addition. She pointed at the total. "Holy shit," George exclaimed. "One thousand, nine hundred seventy-two dollars and sixteen cents. He has it down to the penny. Look at this Dan." "He learned that from the farm," my mom told them. "On the farm every penny counts. If you don't keep track, you don't know whether you made ten cents or lost ten dollars when the year's over." "An addition like that would cost somewhere between five to six thousand just to get it up, much less raising the roof on two thirds of it," Dan exclaimed. "And you did it for under two thousand. I see you didn't list the truck in this. You could reduce the total cost by almost two hundred more." "George, our kids are in good hands," Dan said smiling. Dad was grinning, "I think Chuck is in good hands too." Delta said, "we're proud of what we have done. Now all we have to do is for Chuck to figure out what he's going to do. Did he tell you, the dean of the school of chemistry offered him a graduate fellowship." "What about the dean of the math school. He offered Chuck a fellowship too but said Chuck should apply for medical school the same as Sandy," Trish added. George said, "you should get your MBA then you'll be wanted by every major company around." Carol said wistfully, "Chuck would make a good lawyer. He has common sense and likes to help people. He could do well in law." "I know what he should do," Dan interjected. "Finish school and start a band. Record lots of good music and retire by thirty." "Well you could always be a farmer," Dad said. "Or you could help me build subdivisions and shopping centers." Mom was laughing at everyone's guess at my future. "If he's like he's always been. He'll tell you the day before graduation and then the next day he'll be doing it. He'll figure it out." "Okay everyone. The three of us need to get to bed. Mom and Dad?" I asked, "do you guys want to use the bed and the girls and I will use the couch." "No, no, no," Cecile said. "They're staying at our house while they are here this time. Your Mom even said she would play the piano with me while she's here." "Let's get then. Chuck, you did a hell of job on that garage. I still can't believe you got the whole thing done under two grand," Dan said. "That and all the work from the girls and Chuck," Dad said. "That's what makes it a great deal. They did it themselves." All the company left, leaving us to clean up the living room, clean ourselves, brush our teeth then collapse into bed. Friday, I talked to the coach to tell him that I had an off campus house and was staying there so he wouldn't panic at bed check that night. I told him to let me know when he and his wife were available and we would have them for dinner. He asked me to keep my living status quiet among the players and made me promise to get to bed early on home game nights. That evening we ate at Delta's home. Carol was providing the gourmet evening meal. It was humorous that the final entrée was meatloaf, much to Cecile and Carol's displeasure. Too bad she asked my dad what he wanted. He quickly answered meatloaf and was seconded simultaneously by George and Dan. So we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, string beans, some great dinner rolls, and some kind of fancy wine that Carol wanted to try. During dinner, George and Dan said they couldn't believe how well my mom and dad skied. The whole bunch of them had been out on the water for most of the day. They were impressed with Dad's barefoot skiing. Dad had taken a big part of the time showing the guys how to do it. Both George and Dan were able to ski a couple of minutes barefoot before the day was over. After dinner, Cecile and Mom played a Beethoven piece then Carol and Mom played another. After that we played and sang a few oldies but goodies until it was time for me to get home and get to bed before bed check time. While we lay in bed snuggling, Trish and Delta were talking about our future. What we were going to do to earn a living. Our nest building had aroused the girls' interest in a secure future and they were trying to come up with a plan. I flipped over on my hands and knees then pulled the two beauties together side by side with me on my hands and knees above them. I kissed each on their foreheads, their eyes, nose and then their lips saying to each, "I love you." "You know we have about a year to do a lot of planning for our future. All three of us are undecided as to what our future holds and what we want to do as a vocation. But let me state one important fact," I said redoing the kisses on both girls. "As soon as I begin bringing in an income, you are both going to be too busy raising babies to worry about anything." As soon as I said the magic word, "babies," arms came up to drag me down onto them while they showered me with kisses. The planning discussion degenerated into a practice mating session. When we were sated, Trish said she had another plan. "Delta you and I can plan this so that we both get pregnant at the same time. Right now our periods come at the same time every month, which means we probably ovulate at the same time. We could chart our cycles and hold off a week before the optimum then both get pregnant at the same time." Delta shivered with excitement, "oh Trish that sounds so neat. We could do the ultimate woman experience together by being pregnant and having our babies together. That is really exciting." "Let's get some sleep so we can discuss what I really need to concentrate on to graduate next year," I said trying to snuggle between the two. We assumed our position of me on my back with a head on each shoulder, their arms thrown over me touching each other and one of each of their legs over one of mine. I lay awake a few minutes trying to make sense out of my future. The effort put me to sleep. We woke up late as planned, fooled around a little then cleaned up and headed to Trish's for breakfast. We had a feast of breakfast meats, potatoes, milk gravy, and biscuits. I filled up, as I wouldn't get anything till after the game. At eleven, the girls drove me to the locker room to get taped up and dressed. It was strange not seeing them in cheerleader uniforms any longer. Now they were honorary advisors for the cheer group, no longer able to show off before a crowd. They didn't say they missed it but I know they did. We had been practicing run blocking off the line to take advantage of the other teams undersized defensive linemen and slow linebackers. Our defense held the other team to a three and out on their opening drive then we marched down the field running the ball from our twenty-five all the way to the goal. I had some good blocks so my folks were able to see me contribute. The defense held them again but this time the first two plays all eleven defenders smashed into the line covering the runner gaining about three yards total. Our offensive coordinator called for a spread offense with three wide receivers and one tight end, me, across the middle. We were at the line early, so the defense shifted to spread. Our quarterback called an audible to bring everyone back to what looked like a running formation with a split end set up as a running back. When the ball was snapped, I hit the defensive end as hard as I could. He didn't see it coming and fell on the legs of his tackle. My position was to run straight down the middle and check for a pass on three. Football players can count to three, but that's about all. Anyway, on three I turned my head to see the ball coming my way but really high over the hands of the defensive backs. I jumped as high as I could and was able to catch the ball and bring it to me before landing on my still churning feet. My forward momentum sprung me from the group of linebackers and safeties converging. I ran as fast as I could till I was dragged down at their fifteen-yard line. The next play should have been defended against easier. I lined up on the left side then ran to the right side of the end zone. Again the defense thought we would run but a nice high-arced pass dropped into my hands on the count of three and a half. This was our favorite play between ten and fifteen yards. Our third possession took us into the second quarter but had us running the ball with ease again. My contributions were again line and downfield blocking. We had one pass play to a split end that gave us twenty-five yards but the rest of the plays all the way to the goal were run, run, run. On the downside, two linebackers went down with injuries and were out of the game. We were already low on healthy linebackers and safeties, as several had been injured in practice and the previous week's game. After half-time their defense held us at their forty on our first possession then we punted and didn't cover very well. They started at the fifty and came out blazing, throwing the ball very accurately to loosely covered receivers. They scored quickly making it now 7 to 28 in our favor. Again coach opted to try to run three straight times and all we gained was six yards. This time we covered the punt better and they started at their eighteen. On the first play, one of our linebackers tackled the receiver hard sending the ball into the air. We recovered the fumble but one of the offensive players speared our linebacker in the back and he was down. He was carried off the field then we began our offensive set. We ran for nothing, passed for five yards to a running back then set up for the play in the corner again. The defense didn't remember and I caught the ball completely untouched in the corner of the end zone. When it was time to set up for special teams for the point after conversion, the coach subbed me and pointed to the defensive coach. Jake put his arm around my shoulder and asked, "do you think you remember how you played linebacker last year in practice?" I laughed, "sure coach. Isn't that where all you do it hit people, tackle people with the ball and try to knock down passes?" "I'll have the middle line backer give you your position and what you need to look for on every play. Then just do what comes natural for you. They are burning us on our left side so when you see the quarterback go back to pass left, look for a potential receiver. Knock the ball down if you can, if you're not there fast enough, take down the receiver. Thanks Chuck, now go get 'em." I was on kickoff special teams but was last to get to the ball carrier that was down at the twenty. On the first play they ran the ball to my left but gained only an inch or so. The next play the middle line backer told me to watch for the pass and back pedal quick if the quarterback dropped back. He told me to watch the quarterback's eyes, which should tell me where the ball is going to go. Sure enough the quarterback dropped back looked to my right then to the left and cocked. I was already backpedaling and turned to find an open receiver near me. The intended receiver was running near me on the sideline when I headed to intersect with him and checked for the ball coming toward him. I stuck my hand out and pulled in the ball and held on. My momentum carried me out of bounds right into the fat head coach of the other team. He had made the mistake of trying to catch and hold me. I didn't mean to but I flattened him. He cushioned my fall nicely. When I got up and offered him a hand up, he was kind of green. He had gotten the wind knocked out of him. When I got to our sideline, the defensive coach congratulated me on the reception and pointed to the field as I was supposed to be a tight end. They sent me on three successive pass plays that were knocked down because they were to low, then we kicked a field goal. Then kickoff special teams, then defending, then offense, then special teams, then defending again, then special teams, then offense again. We won the game, them seventeen, us forty but I was so tired I thought I could just stand in the shower and take a nap. Just outside the locker room, the reporter for the student newspaper and the sports guy for the city newspaper stopped me to talk about my game on both sides of the ball. A couple of key tackles, the interception, some good blocks and three touchdown receptions. I told them I had been lucky and been at the right place at the right time. The team won not one guy. Right behind the two news guys was my fan club. Trish, Delta, their folks, Sandy, Misty, Cherry, Sarah and my folks with my mom beaming and dad with his chest pushed out. My Mom gave me a hug on one side and my Dad put his arm up on my shoulder. "You really learned how to play football. That was great watching you out on every play of most of the third and all of the forth quarter. Your mom and I wanted to see you play and we sure did get to see you perform today. Great game Chuck." All the others just watched as my mom and dad hung onto me a few seconds. Trish and Delta were next to jump all over me then they let the other girls get close enough for a congratulatory hug. George and Dan finally shook my hand and said they were impressed. "How about, let's eat. I'm starved," I announced to all, which caused them all to start laughing. George said, "he just played an all-American record setting game and all he can think of is food. Why do I think he may still be a growing boy." "Man, Daddy, growing man," said Trish. We went straight to the country club where the alumni were celebrating the victory. While most were sucking up booze I was stuffing my face and drinking gallons of water and lemonade. I ate so much prime rib I thought I was going to be sick. It was so good I had to go back for fourths. When I was finally full, I settled down at a table with the two beauties who were holding court for a bunch of young men trying to get their attention. Trish brought us all a beer. I didn't think it would hurt to have one or two with all the food I had eaten. The evening wore on, by ten I was yawning at the table. The girls noticed and told all the folks we were heading to the house as I was bushed. At home, we dressed for bed then snuggled up for a good night's sleep. ------- Chapter 27 Sunday morning I could hardly move. I was so beat up from all the extra contact I couldn't get going. We had some coffee then got dressed to go to church. After church we all went back to the country club for their big brunch. By about two in afternoon, I was starting to feel human again. The girls reminded me that we had missed studying Friday and Saturday so we needed to catch up. We told the folks we would see them for supper and took off for the house to get our books for the library. When we arrived at the library, several of my teammates and a bunch of the other people who studied with us became far too noisy congratulating me for yesterday's game. The library staff had to speak out loud to quiet them down and get them to concentrate on what they were there for. We studied till six then went to Delta's for the gourmet meal Carol had wanted to serve. We had veal Marsala served on a rice pilaf, asparagus and different wines beginning with the salad down to the desert. After the great dinner, the girls and I sang a couple of the songs we had been practicing. Dad said we were good enough to record and should look for a studio to record some of our stuff. I said that as soon as I had some original music, we would do it. What were the odds I would have enough time to write music? Mom and Dad said they were going to go back home tomorrow. They were happy to be able to see me play and were excited at how well I played. They also promised to try to come up for one more game. I reminded them that this was my senior year and I may not be here to play next year so they said they were going to try to bring my sisters to see me play. They had already been to a Florida game with Sally and would probably go to at least one more game with her. Dad said he had something for me so we went out to his car where he gave me an envelope. He told me not to open it till later and to enjoy the gift. He also took out a couple of hundred dollar bills and folded them up before giving them to me. "Use these to take your girls out to eat or to buy them something special. Get some flowers and a gift for them. They will enjoy it. "Son, you make me proud," my dad said shaking my hand and holding my arm. "You're doing well in school. You're playing sports at a very high level for your division. You've improved the property where you live by yourself and you're being a good mate for the two girls in there. I don't know how you'll do it, but I know you'll figure out a way to keep your little family unit together. When you need it, your mom and I will be there to help you. George and Dan will be there too. It's great to see you so successful." The girls and I left after giving and getting lots of hugs. This night we went to bed and only played for a while before drifting off to sleep. It became school, practice, study, and sleep then start over again with the only breaks being away games. The girls were no longer cheerleaders so couldn't go with me on the bus making away games pretty dull. I used the time to study as my classes were getting tougher. Or was it that I was taking tougher courses. I had figured out that I should finish with the pre-med courses plus the extra courses I would need for a biology and chemistry major. If I could squeeze in a couple of more classes I could do a math major too. I would have enough hours to graduate in May but would need some extra classes for the triple major. Too bad I couldn't make up my mind. The Thanksgiving break came up quickly. Mom called telling me they were all coming to see me play the football game the Saturday following Thanksgiving. Our three households were in a tizzy trying to plan every second for them. Mom and Dad were going to stay at Trish's while the three sisters were going to stay at Delta's. The bunch arrived Thanksgiving evening after driving since the day before. They ate then crashed waking up Friday around noon. Friday night was a great party for all of us ending with lots of music at Trish's. We had carted all the instruments over to Trish's so everyone would have something to play. Saturday, game day, we did our usual late breakfast then I went to the stadium. We won, beating Miami of Ohio decisively. I scored a touch down on a reception, intercepted a pass and recovered a fumble. A pretty good game although playing every play is very wearing. Sally said I was good enough to play for the Gators but then they probably wouldn't want a one-year transfer. I was proud to show off my family to anyone who would stop to be introduced. My sisters are pretty good looking and draw attention on their own. Put them in a place like the country club where lots of young men are drinking and they along with Trish and Delta are guy magnets. Sunday, the folks all loaded up and headed back home, as the girls had to go back to school. They were going to drop Sally off in Gainesville on the way home and figured she would get there in time for her first class at ten in the morning. Football finally finished and basketball was well underway. Sandy was helping me with all my lab stuff. She was actually the one who kept pushing me into more biology and more chemistry along with the pre-med stuff which was pretty much the same. Her guy was the math genius and was my mentor when I struggled with a concept. Trish thought it was funny that a now seventeen-year-old math guru was tutoring a senior. I was planning Christmas. This year two families were going to go to Florida for Christmas with my folks. Dad had a new house built on the farm that he was planning to have his new farm manager live in. Both boys had already built there own houses and were in search for that elusive life partner that I seemed so to have luckily stumbled into. Anyway Trish and Delta's folks were going to stay in the new house for the holiday. Our plans were to leave on Friday the twenty-second then come back the following Thursday or Friday. Dan decided to rent a luxury bus that would hold all of us, our luggage and a bunch of instruments. Since none of us wanted to drive something like that, we found a driver who wanted to go to Tampa for the holidays. We would have him drive to Tampa then we could drive the bus to the farm. The trip down was nice. The bus was set up like a little house with a little kitchen, a booth type dinette and a bathroom complete with tiny shower, a big bedroom and a little bedroom. In the front, the big couch pulled out to a bed and the table folded down into a bed using the booth cushions. The whole thing was built on a Greyhound bus chassis giving a ton of room underneath for luggage. We were told a lot of the music people used these things to travel in while on tour. The trip down was fast and pleasurable. The folks had drinks while the girls and I played and practiced some new songs that I had arranged for us. I had some ideas for some original stuff for us and constantly made notes on music pads while we were playing. I was trying to put together something that the three of us could play and sing. The final song would be a ballad or some type of love song that would include all of us. Before the trip, I had done all my Christmas shopping. I had used a bunch of the money Dad had given me in that special envelope along with some cash I had made welding and building stuff in the neighborhood. As soon as the neighbors found out I could fix cars, there was a constant knock on the door for help. Most gave me a couple of bucks to get greasy and then there were some that needed the help for free. Anyway I had enough to get what I wanted from a jewelry store. The biggest problem was getting two exactly alike and that they be a little unusual for our unusual coupling or would that be tripling. Mom and Dad always had the Christmas gift giving on Christmas Eve so we were all sitting in our big living room on the farm unwrapping lots of presents. The pile was big again that year with all the people there including my older sister, her husband and their new baby. Trish and Delta monopolized the infant the whole evening holding, feeding and changing it. Its Mom, my big Sis, was happy to have the help. When we finished unwrapping everything, I left the two girls sitting on a couch and turned down all the lights till just the Christmas tree illuminated their beauty. I went over in front of them and knelt on both knees. "Trish, Delta," looking at each of them then I repeated, "Delta, Trish." Again looking at them individually. "I know this may be too soon but," I brought my hands from behind my back with two open ring boxes. "Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?" Trish and Delta gawked at me with their mouths open then looked at each other then turned back me. The both jumped forward, knocking me onto my back, landing on top of me. I banged my head and saw stars but kept hearing, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." When we finally recovered, they got back on the couch and I took the engagement ring from each box and put them on their fingers. I gave them each a tender kiss and whispered, "I love you." The two stood and yelled, "whoopee. We're engaged." Mom, Cecile and Carol were sitting together dabbing at their eyes. All my sisters were weeping and smiling at the same time. Sally came and gave he a very un-sisterly kiss saying how romantic I was. One by one the dads and my brothers and my brother-in-law shook my hand and congratulated me. The girls kept pulling me back down on the couch to kiss me with smoldering eyes and smiling faces. Delta surprised me by asking, "so when can we get married. Do you want to do it this spring or this summer?" Darn, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I guess I figured we could be engaged for a couple of years then get married. Besides, I had not figured out how we were going to get this thing done with the three of us. We had lots of cookies, eggnog and other snacks till it was time for bed. This time, the girls and I piled into a double bed and cuddled and slept together peacefully. Christmas morning everyone was up for chores then a huge breakfast. Trish and Delta's folks were pretty quiet looking at the girls and I like we might have something no one wanted. Later in the living room, Delta asked her folks, "okay guys, what's up? You two are acting like something bad happened." Carol spoke up first, "your father and I realized how much trouble you kids are going to have getting married together. You and Trish have done everything together since pre-school. We know you are partners in everything and understand your mutual attraction to Chuck but Chuck needs a double so you both can have your own husband and family." "That's okay Mom," Delta said. "Chuck's enough for both of us and as you saw, he knows how to deal with the two of us. Do you know we have never had any bad words with each other and we have been together for over a year and a half? If it comes down to it, one of us will marry him and the other will live with us. Or neither one of us will marry him but we will all live together. Trish and I have already talked about that and found out about legally changing our names so our names would all be Johnson." Dan just shook his head. "Hope it all works out for you three. This is going to be a major step." He turned to me and asked, "Chuck, how do you figure on supporting these two?" I looked at Dan then at the girls, "this past fall when Mom and Dad came to watch me play football for the first time, Dad gave me a big envelope that pretty much takes care of things right now. In there was a description of some property Dad put in my name. The place is big enough for us to build a farm on if I want. Also there was a bankbook and a stock portfolio with some nice stocks in it. The letter with the envelope said this was my share of the profits for helping Mom and Dad become financially well off for the first time in their lives. The income off the stocks should keep us going for a while since we don't have a lot of expenses. When all of our school money runs out, we'll have to review our finances then. Right now, you are still paying for Delta's cafeteria pass but she was able to pay her own way for tuition and books. The same goes for Trish. If necessary, we can pick up the cost of the cafeteria pass now too. So far, what we did with the house is paying you for it. You did give us a good deal on it and we all thank you for the help. Without it we would be in an apartment or still living in the dorms. Dan, I think we have it covered for right now. We'll just have to see if we can make it on our own." Carol sat back, crossed her legs then crossed her arms under her breasts letting out a sigh, "guess you been told Dan. Delta seems to have it together." "She does," Dan agreed. "I just remember how we sponged off our folks a bunch for several years after we got married. It took us a couple of years with both of us working to get everything together." "Yeah but we didn't have it together like Chuck does," George said. "Celle spent half the night worrying about the kids and how they were going to make out. She worried and talked about stuff that had happened to us. I kept telling her that the three kids had already taken care of everything she kept bringing up. You know, I don't think we should worry until they holler for help. When they do, we can just dig in and give them some help." "It's not me that has it together," I said directing my comment to George. "It's the three of us together that has made this work. We have had a common goal from our beginning. School was first for a while, we were committed to just being friends first. Then life became first with us as our commitment to each other grew making sure that we did well in school to support our present and future life. Trish and Delta are two of the most determined levelheaded girls you'll ever know. They think together about what we do almost as if they hear each other's thoughts. Like I said, it's not about me, it's about them and us." Mom and Dad were bystanders, being the audience. They just listened and watched waiting to be asked for an opinion. The girls and I went outside to wander in the fields looking at the stock then going to one of the strawberry fields to pick some ripe fruit and eat it fresh off the plant. Since it was Christmas day, there were no workers in the field. As we walked along a dusty path we began to discuss a plan. Trish offered, "I think Delta and I could be good university teachers. We are both going to be qualified to teach undergraduate education courses and with very little effort we could get our doctorates making us valuable and probably could get tenure." "I have been thinking along those same lines Trish. I want to teach but I really don't want to teach grade school or high school. The university would be perfect for us," Delta agreed then added, "but when Chuck starts bringing home the bacon, Trish and I are going to start having babies. We both want a big family." I smiled at Delta's add on to her agreement with Trish then put in my comment. "I keep thinking of research," I announced to the other two. "I'd love to be a farmer, and I'd love to be a doctor or a vet but what I'd like to do is work in a field that I could study and help create a solution to a problem. Is that medicine, or chemistry? Whatever it is will require me to have more than an undergraduate or masters degree and probably at a school bigger than this one. Oh yeah, and I always thought I would be doing whatever it would be in Florida. I'm flexible though and don't care as long as we are together." "Well we know what Delta and I want. You just have to keep working toward learning more. That is what will get you your answer of what you want to do," Trish said. Obviously the two girls were not upset that I couldn't figure out my future yet. I estimated our future a little. "We have plenty of everything to keep going to school for a while. We have housing, enough money and a school to get lots more education for very little cost. I think we should continue, just like we are right now and you guys finish your masters while I work my way there too. We should keep working on how to do this for as little as possible. I can pick up more little jobs from town that would actually support us if necessary." Both girls hugged my arms then asked simultaneously, "so when can we have babies." They laughed, I groaned then we walked back to the house for evening chores and supper. That evening we played every Christmas song known to man. Everyone had a favorite and sang, leading the rest of us. The parents were settled down about the pending trilogy their kids were planning. Monday and Tuesday were trips to Orlando, Lakeland and Tampa for the ladies to shop. Dad took George and Dan bass fishing at a nearby lake showing them how to catch a stringer full quickly. Wednesday we packed up then drove to Tampa to pick up our driver and head back home. I thought of our future the whole way back. The girls and I slept on the opened up couch while their folks used the rooms. We had to stop a couple of times for our driver to stretch his legs, rest and eat but we made it home early Thursday morning. We all unpacked then did some cleaning and laundry. I walked around the neighborhood telling everyone that I was looking for some odd jobs that could be done. They all said they would stay in touch and keep an eye open for me. We got back into studying just in time for me to leave for a holiday basketball tournament. I was still playing really well. Kenny was a senior too and was being scouted by several big city professional basketball teams. A couple of scouts were inquiring about me to the coaches too but I really didn't think I was pro material. I was a great high school and college player but I don't think I would be that good as a pro. I was not mean or tough enough to play the other big physical pros. Those guys were too big, too good and too mean for a small time college player. Kenny was our star in almost every game. It was neat to have him post then to feed him back for a quick basket. We were invited to the March tournament again but were beaten in the early pairings. I felt that was my last college basketball game. The team got home New Years Eve, just in time for me to dress and go to the club with the girls to meet up with their parents. Wow, it was 1963 already. The girls were flashing their engagement rings to all their friends and acquaintances. I think most of the people thought they were joking that they were marrying the same guy. It didn't matter, as we had a great time. So great, we had to let George and Dan take us home. We ended up in Trish's bed at her folks' house sleeping till almost noon the next day. Sure am glad we three had such understanding and supportive adults in our lives. The golf coach was waiting at the locker room door when we had our closing practice for basketball. As soon as I walked out, he took me by the arm and we walked toward the athletic building where his office was. "I need to get you fitted for our slacks and shirts so you can play in our next match. How much time do you think you'll need to get up to speed playing? Have you played much this year? What do you think?" "Wow Fred, you're running over with excitement this year. What's up?" I asked. "How about you work real hard at golf this month and maybe the college could pay your entrance fees to a couple of pro/am tournaments. If you win there you could turn pro and play on one the PGA tours. You're good enough that Terry and I believe you could win on the big tour right away. We think you could really do it." "Whoa, Fred. I think I'm going to get some more schooling for at least another year. I don't know whether I can still be in sports if I'm in grad school but I may still have a year's eligibility left. If you want and I'm allowed, I'll play on your team next year too. How about that instead of the tour." "Don't give me a definite answer right now, Chuck," Fred begged. "Talk to Terry and George and Dan then think about it before you say yes or no, okay?" "Okay Fred, I'll keep an open mind and talk to everyone before I say yeah or nay," I said this shaking my head. I met the girls at the cafeteria for supper telling them of Fred's offer. They didn't even comment. They gave each other their "look" nodded then continued eating. When we were walking to the library for our study time, Trish commented, "why don't you talk to Terry. He'll be honest with you." Delta then said, "hey how about tomorrow night we go home for supper and have Terry eat with us. That way you can talk to Terry and our dads at the same time. When we get to the library, I'll call to ask Mom about it." Delta called then advised us that it was all set for tomorrow. I had to travel Thursday for a Friday, Saturday and Sunday golf tournament so tonight would be my only chance till next week to talk to all of them about it. After we walked home from the library that night, I was determined to show the two loves of my life how much I loved both of them. We had a glass of wine in the living room while we watched the ten o'clock news on TV. As we finished our wine, I was cuddling and kissing both of them till they both grabbed an arm and pulled me toward the bedroom. There I used all my knowledge of how to please a lady and all my knowledge of the two of them to reduce them to quivering masses, exhausted from almost continuous orgasms. We slept like babies, dreaming about making babies. The next evening when we got home to clean up for supper at Delta's, we got a call from Carol who told us to meet them at the country club as we were going to eat there. That was fine with me, as I was ready for a big thick steak. As soon as we walked in George and Dan took me off to the bar while Carol and Cecile cornered the girls. Terry was in the bar waiting for us at a table in the corner. "So Fred told you about the pro/am opportunity?" Terry asked. "Yep, that and playing on the tour," I said. George and Dan were obviously in on everything as they were nodding to what we were saying. George asked, "so what do you think of the idea?" "Truthfully," I began "I think I need to get more education while I can get it for free. First, I think I may still have a year's eligibility on my scholarship that covers everything plus the stipend. Second, I've been narrowing down my future options to a medical school or some form of chemistry or biology Ph.D. in order to work within a research field. At this point, I could finish this year and with summer school and all of next year on my scholarship, just about finish my masters. The girls will have finished their masters then we could all three go to a large school where I could either get into med. school or become a part of a chemistry department while we all worked on our Phd's. The girls want to teach. I think I would like to work in research medicine." Terry said, "that's the first time I've heard you state what you really wanted to do. Those are some pretty lofty goals." George, the ever present negotiator began his presentation, "Chuck, so far Dan and I have sat back and watched you be a success with our daughters and have marveled at the way you three work together. Other than take care of our daughters the way we would have even if you had not been around, we have not been able to help them or you much. You think we did you guys a big favor with the house. Not true. The house was a bone of contention with all the relatives and you guys resolved it by buying it and paying for it. Dan and I sold the mortgage to the bank so the family was able to split up the proceeds making everyone happy. You see, you did us a favor by buying it. The fact that you spent your own money and labor to fix it up in order to get a rental income from it was perfect. You even took over some of the major costs of keeping the girls in school." By this time we all had drink in front of us. They all had cocktails while I had a Seven-up. All of us were relaxed and seemed at ease. George continued, "your dad, Dan and I have a deal for you. Actually it's for all three of you. When you graduate this may. We want you to go to a couple of pro/am tournaments. If everything is as we think it is, you can start playing on the pro tour by the end of summer. Your dad, Dan and I will back you. We will front all the money necessary to do this. Fred says that he thinks the school will pay your fees into a couple of pro/am tournaments to see how you do. We will ship the three of you off to travel together so you will all be comfortable with traveling. We would like you to play the pro tour four years before you make a decision to stay or go but we understand how you feel about school. So play two years. See if you are making it pay. If you don't want to play on the tour any longer, then Dan and I will put all three of you through your doctorates or whatever it is that you're going to do. You may not think playing is very lucrative, but the top guy, Arnold Palmer won over eighty thousand dollars last year." I was stunned. I'm sure my chin was bouncing off the table as Terry and Dan was grinning at me. Dan said, "don't say anything. Let's go eat and let us explain to the girls what we offered and see what they think. Fred's going to meet us in there so don't be surprised. We went into the dining room where Carol and Cecile were plying the two lovelies with cocktails while entertaining Fred. We all sat and began ordering. George didn't even wait till the orders were all taken but started right in. "Dan and I, with the full participation of Chuck's dad just made Chuck an offer that could change your lives dramatically. We don't want him to make a decision without you two knowing about it and I'm sure he will want to talk to you about it. Terry and Fred are here to answer any questions as you find out more of our plan." George repeated what he had offered me. Trish and Delta kept looking at each other then at me with wonder on their faces. You could see the wheels turning within their heads. You could almost see the sparks going between the two of them, as their minds thought so much alike. Delta was first. She turned to Fred, "do you really think Chuck is good enough to play professionally? Do you think he could compete?" "I know he can Delta. He's the best college kid I've ever seen and he doesn't even practice yet. If Terry were coaching him every day, he could be one of the best," Fred said. "Isn't it a little risky to try to play pro sports?" Trish asked. "You know Chuck got some offers during the professional football draft and the professional basketball draft will be coming. Either one of those will pay him a lot of money, probably over twenty-five thousand a year. According to the baseball coach, Chuck could probably still get an offer from a baseball team. All of the sports have money to offer Chuck but not all of them have your dad's waiting to back him while getting there." The girls were looking at each other again. I think they were trying to read each other's mind. Both wanted more cocktails. I even asked for some wine to settle me down. Delta stunned the group, "this is a great offer and you all are wonderful to want to do this but," Delta stopped to take a big breath. "This could hold us up having babies. We don't want to wait forever to give you guys Grandkids." Trish was nodding her head in agreement. That was a showstopper. Four parents sat with their mouths open thinking of the impact that babies would make on the suggested scenario. I think they would have remained catatonic if Fred and Terry had not been laughing so hard. "That's not funny Fred, you too Terry," Cecile huffed. "Oh shit, Grandbabies," Carol mused with a big grin. Trish lay her hand on top of mine and asked, "what do you think of this Chuck?" "I've never thought of playing professional sports, because as soon as I start, I will probably be drafted into the Army. Then any sport will have to wait two plus years till I get out and try to become the athlete I used to be. I have always considered it near impossible to do." "How do all those other athletes get out of the draft?" Trish asked. "There are not that many that have to go into the service. Most of them keep right on playing." Terry answered that one, "some of the guys come from big cities where draft boards have others to choose from. They can even get a waiver because they are entertainers. Some get married. Some guys join the reserves and train for three to six months then they only have to go to two to four week summer camps. George and Dan were never drafted because they were married young and each had a kid. I didn't get drafted because I came from a big city and applied for a hardship waiver. At the time, I needed to help my folks out. Fred was in ROTC and was in the reserves as an officer. So you see, there are ways." "I guess we'll just have to hurry and get married and have some babies. That way Chuck will be excused," Trish stated. Delta looked at me then hard at Trish. "I have an idea. While Chuck does his thing at these pro/am tournaments to see if he can compete to be on the pro tour, Trish and I will finish our masters in Summer school. If Chuck doesn't qualify, then he can come back and use his scholarship for another couple of semesters working on his masters. If he is competitive and decides to turn pro, then Trish and I will travel with him for a while to see how we like the life of a professional golfer. If our dads feel like they would like to send us kids all around the world to play golf, why not. Let's enjoy some of this wild life while we can." Carol asked the girls, "what about your wedding plans?" "I'm sure the tour goes through Las Vegas," Delta said. "One of us will officially marry Chuck while the other is getting her name changed. He'll marry both of us there but only one can be registered. If you guys want to be a part of it, we'll give you plenty of notice. I think the three of us are already a committed unit that an official marriage could not make any stronger." "So you two think we should try this?" I asked. "Sure," Trish grinned. "You'll still be in school. It would just be Terry teaching you in amateur tournaments instead of here. There's only one way to find out if this is a good idea and that is to try it. You need to try it for all of our Dads, they really want it." I sat back in my chair leaving some perfectly good steak still on my plate. My stomach was too nervous to eat any more. We had some coffee. I finally addressed the group. "Okay, I'll try it. I'm really not convinced that playing a game is more important than chemical and medical research but it may be a means to support us. So big time sports guys all have agents, who's going to be mine." "Oh no you don't," Fred jumped in. "You're still playing collegiate golf and cannot even talk about an agent. I'm sure one will show up after you have competed in some pro/am tournaments and then won a couple of amateur tournaments. Terry? Are you set to go with Chuck as his trainer?" Terry was nodding his head and said, "I'm still an assistant coach on the university team now and have already made arrangements to be away for some of the pro-am tournaments. Fred and I are going to baby sit a couple of the guys through some majors. I think we can qualify for the U.S. Open by winning at least one of the lower level tournaments and if not we can get you qualified through a local playoff." ------- Chapter 28 That weekend, the girls and their folks accompanied me to the three-day tournament. Fred and Terry had worked with the team and we were ready. All of the team was playing some good golf. This was another stoke play event with the best overall school score taking the win plus there was individual trophies for best scores, longest drives, most fairways hit, most greens hit and fewest putts. All we had to do was perform. Thursday night we walked the course twice. The first time we made notes for each hole then went back and made notations as to club size to use on each hole with the anticipated landing areas. All of us used different clubs depending on the way we used each club. We ended the evening driving several buckets of balls. Terry worked with me on my short irons making sure I felt the distance of each stroke. We even did some sand trap work and finally we putted a while. Friday was exciting. There were six schools represented. This match was for superiority of our conference. So far we had risen from the bottom to about the middle of the pack. After a good early breakfast, I drove a couple of buckets, then chipped a bucket and ended up on the putting green. My tee off time was ten so I said my good-byes to my group that referred to themselves as my "peanut gallery" and headed to the first tee with Terry as my caddy. This was a special event and every student had a caddy. The caddies were mostly dads, some coaches and some other students. The first hole was a short par four that would be easy to over drive trying to get on the green. My strategy was to use a three wood and try to hit long enough that the ball would run up on the green. If I didn't make the green that would be fine, as then I would have an easy chip to get close to the hole. The plan worked perfect. The ball ran up to about fifteen feet of the hole. The greens were only fairly fast but pretty bumpy. Our third player had driven over the green and chipped back to within about thirty feet of the hole. His next shot was to about six feet of the hole. Another player had gotten to the green but was farther away from me so I was able to watch his ball bounce all over the place then veer to right of the hole some teen feet away. My ball was now the farthest from the pin. I was on the exact same track so I walked up to the hole looking for the reason for the sharp turn. There was a loose wood chip lying in the path to the hole. I picked up the wood chip and tossed it to a judge then forked up around where the chip had been pushed down then tamped the area with the putter. The line didn't look bad, just washboard. I focused on the line of the putt almost seeing a dotted line from my ball to the cup. With a fairly strong swing I putted through the ball sending it on the dotted line straight to the cup. I recorded an eagle on the first hole. Terry congratulated me and I received some applause from the small gallery following us as well as the other players. The second hole was a long straight par five with fairway bunkers heavy on the left side. My drive was straight as an arrow for about three hundred fifty yards. Both the other players stayed on the fairway and bested me in length by ten to fifteen yards. I was about a hundred eighty from the green so I used a three iron and landed short of the green but ran up on the lip. The other two players played the hole short to avoid some bunkers behind the hole. One managed to land in the trap on the right side of the green. The green was long and narrow like the rest of the hole with undulations from one end to the other. Terry said I could chip since I was in the taller grass on the edge of the green or I could putt really hard and try to get the distance down since I had three shots to make par. I wanted to chip so I used my sand wedge and lofted the ball high hoping that I had the right amount of distance. The ball landed on the far side of the hole spun on the ground hopping back toward the hole ending up on the lip of cup. Everyone watching was gasping loudly. The other players had me tap in for my birdie and then I watched as one guy made par and the other made bogeyed. The third hole was a par three that we all pared then we went through the next six holes quickly. I pared all the following holes so was three under going to the tenth. My playing partners were both four over but seemed happy to be doing that well. I was disappointed in a couple of my putts and a couple of my short irons but happy to have been staying at par on those holes. The tenth hole was an ugly long par five. It was very narrow to the apex of the dogleg. At that point there were sand traps on both sides of the fairway with a pond about twenty yards off the fairway beyond the apex. I watched the first guy drive his ball into the pond, overdriving the apex. He elected to drive again and put the ball in a trap on the left side. The next guy played short and let his ball run up toward the right sand trap but stayed in the fairway. Terry and I had discussed how to play the hole the day before. He told me to use my two-wood and drive to as close to the far side of the apex as I could which was right at three hundred yards. Terry felt I would overshoot using the driver. My shot was almost too long. It ran all the up to the longer grass and stopped about a foot away. I could breath easier. My next shot was going to be straight at the green. The green that you couldn't see as there was a ridge between my ball and the green. You could just see the very tip of the flagpole when it was in place but it was not in place when I was looking toward the green. There was a judge on the side of the fairway with flags. Red meant to wait and green was to go ahead. He was waving the green but I couldn't see the tip of the pole. I walked up the ridge to see why I couldn't see it. The pole was lying off the green to one side. The judge said if I didn't hurry and shoot I would be penalized a stroke. When I pointed out that the pole was not in place and I was having difficulty lining up the shot, he yelled for someone to put the pole in place. I walked back to the hole with Terry telling me I had to be careful of the judges as they might get mad at me for talking to them and unjustly penalize me even if I were correct. When I settled down over the ball with my seven iron I was confident of the shot. It was a little long for the seven iron but I wanted the loft as I thought the ball would dig in on the green giving me a shorter putt. The ball went high into the air but straight to where I had wanted. When the ball went behind the ridge the pole quivered and I heard several people yelling. Terry walked up to me and slapped me on the back saying "I'm going to have a proctologist check your ass for a horse shoe, you just shot a double eagle. You're still in college and I've never had one. Jesus that's awesome." My playing partners were equally happy for me. It was truly a lucky shot. The judge, who had cautioned me smiled broadly and congratulated me, "I guess it was important to see that pole." The seventeenth hole had my number. It was a long par four that I had a pond near the hole so it was easy to know to lie up in front of the pond. The stupid ball carried an extra fifteen yards and did a graceful hop right into the water. Terry said to take the stroke and the drop. My drop was perfect, in a clump of grass right behind a rock. Terry had me ask for relief but the judge just said "tough shit" and walked away. Terry said in a pro match a judge would have given me another drop and would have tossed the rock. I chipped toward the green but the ball caught the stone and went straight up in the air coming down in the water. The judge watched me closely as I dropped the ball. I wasn't worried as the damn rock followed my ball into the pond. My next shot for a bogey was a little long. My double bogey putt was a little to the right and I finished with a triple bogey. Damn. I was now back to only three under. The eighteenth was another vicious par five. I was determined and drove the ball straight to where I wanted. My second shot was right at the green but in a bunker next to it. My third shot out of the sand put my ball a foot from the pin and I finished the round with a birdie for four under. I finished up my score card and walked to the score keepers tent. The judge looked at my final and frowned. He went back over each hole and checked each one with the following judge. He finally looked up and said, "congratulations Mr. Johnson that's the best of the day by far. Good game." My peanut gallery was all over me. One of the guys who had been my playing partner came up to shake my hand. As he viewed the two girls he asked, "which one is yours and which one can I make a try for." Trish and Delta grabbed an arm, held out their left hands and said together, "sorry, we're both his." The tournament had a lot of pomp and circumstance going. The first evening was a big dinner with a bunch of certificates handed out for best drive, best hole, longest putt. I received one for best game and best hole for my double eagle. I also was included in the goof-off group with my ugly seventeenth hole. Saturday I started at one o'clock with two new players. I birdied the first four holes then pared everything till the seventeenth. There I lined up and put the ball ten yards from the water. My chip was dead onto the cup about two feet away. An easy put and I had conquered the bad news hole from the day before. I pared eighteen to end up five under. Again the scorer spent an eternity checking my scorecard. He twice checked with the judge observing our round then just nodded at me and waved me out. That evening the announcer gave all his best of certificates then came over to our table next to me with the microphone. He had me stand. "This ladies and gentlemen is the young man who shot five under today. It's the same young man who shot four under yesterday and had a double eagle along with a triple bogy. He is now eleven strokes ahead of everyone here. We could just give him the cup and send him home or perhaps we should make him play this last round as every player here is dying to see him make some mistakes and come back down to their level." Every one applauded me and laughed at his humor. I still didn't think I was playing my best game. Terry knew this but told me to just let it be and I would improve if I just kept trying. Sunday was anti-climatic. The start was at one o'clock again. I shot two under and made mistake after mistake but the horseshoe up my butt kept me at par or better all game. On one drive I sliced the ball into a big oak tree. The ball bounced fifty feet back onto the fairway perfectly placed at the apex of the nasty dogleg. Another shot hit a rock in front of a pond and bounced all the way across the pond landing deep on the long green. The best part was that I birdied seventeen and eighteen to end the day on a high note. So I finished thirteen stokes under, eleven in front of the closest player, one of ours helping us to win this major tournament. Fred and Terry accepted the big trophy with all of us standing behind them. My teammates kept trying to push me to the front. They knew something was coming. The announcer from the previous nights called me to the front. He handed me a large envelope and congratulated me for the low score. "We hand out one of these every year to the senior who does the best. I knew you were a third year student but didn't know you were a senior till your coaches filled me in. This is your expense paid trip to the U.S. Open local and qualifying rounds along with all of your PGA applications prepared and with our recommendation of instant approval if you should decide to join the PGA. Congratulations Mr. Johnson, we'll be seeing you on the tour." Now that is exciting. I was surprised and a little shocked. Fred knew it was coming but Terry didn't know about the tradition. George and Dan were bragging to everyone that I was going to be their son-in-law. Carol and Cecile were trying to hush them up as several people were trying to figure out how I was going to both of their son-in-law. The girls hugged and kissed me. Trish said, "I guess we know a little of our future." Back at school reality once again smacks you. Actually my classes seemed too easy this semester. Sandy even agreed with me as she said she had read the textbooks for all her classes before the semester and had not opened them since. Our chemistry labs were fairly complicated but if you paid attention during lectures they were easy to complete. Many of them were what I called "firing for effect" as you made a concoction then reported what it did or how it tested using various chemicals. The golf team was preparing to compete in the local U.S. Open qualifying round. All of us wanted to try to advance to the Sectional to try to become one of the one hundred fifty-six golfers to compete in the Open. May was going to be busy. Finals, graduation and the Open qualifying rounds were happening all about the same time. My grades made it easy as Sandy and I were excused from all of our finals. Sandy had been accepted at the Harvard School of Medicine on a full scholarship and was mentally already on her way. The local qualifying round would be held at our country club the second weekend in May so it would be easy for me to get there. It was only a single round so you had to be at your best. I think only four people would advance to the sectional tournament where over seven hundred would compete at four different locations. The nearest sectional would be in Atlanta the second weekend in June. In my mind, if I won the local tournament then qualified in the sectional for the Open then I would mentally commit to golf as a way to succeed in life for a while. If I flunked out and was not able to play in the Open then I felt like I probably shouldn't be playing golf for a living. The local tournament was held on a beautiful warm day with little wind and all the greens were in very nice condition. Everyone playing was in a good mood but anxious about the competition. Fred and Terry had the team in good form, ready to be winners. The best score for the day was a sixty-nine. The worst score for the day was a ninety-eight scored by one of my nervous teammates. I came in second with a seventy. Two of my teammates came in with the third and forth best rounds sending all of us to the sectional. The guy who came in first was a tour professional that had a bad year the year before and had lost his tour card. This was my first step toward making golf my life. The next weekend, relatives started checking in at hotels throughout the area. I didn't know there were so many interested in a farm boy graduating from college. It had something to do with me being the first person in both my Mom's and my Dad's family who ever went to college in a long time. My folks, including my bothers, sisters and my big sister, her husband and their baby arrived in multiple cars on Thursday. Delta and Trish kept my feet on the ground and helped me remember where to be when. This was hectic. Sandy and I had speeches to make at graduation. Sandy was valedictorian and I was the salutatorian. We were informed that we were being graduated "cum laude." For a farm boy that was Greek to me (the reader is supposed to laugh here). They also had this fraternity-sounding thing that I had always avoided. Phi Kappa Beta was more of a society than a fraternity or sorority. We were all in caps and gowns sitting in the basketball stadium. The undergraduate graduating students were high in the stands with the graduate students at lower levels. There were six students on the podium with the dignitaries. Sandy and I were in the last row on the podium. The president of the university had a few words to say, and then the dean of the English department introduced the valedictorian of the Phd's. A girl went to the podium and gave a quick speech about her fellows contributing to the education of future generations. Then the dean introduced the master's valedictorian that said about ten words then sat down. The president of the university then introduced Sandy, the undergraduate valedictorian, as the youngest person to have ever graduated from the school and told of her amazing grade point along with her being accepted at Harvard school of Medicine. He then welcomed Sandy. Sandy and I had made up a little skit to do for graduation. Since she is so short, she wouldn't be able to be seen over the podium so when she stood in front of the podium she waved over the top of it then stood beside and turned to look at the folks behind her. She put her hands on her hips and stomped her foot. All of the big wigs were surprised and didn't know what do to. That's where I came in. I had put a small folding step stool under my chair. I stood up then walked to the podium and stood next to the not five feet Sandy. Our height difference was even more exaggerated because we were up on a stage. I unfolded the step stool, held it up for all to see then placed it behind the podium. I next lifted Sandy, all eighty plus pounds of her, on to the stool so she was now visible behind the podium. Sandy thanked me over the PA system. I returned to my seat amidst laughter from the audience, fellow students and most of the dignitaries. Sandy's talk was complimentary to the university for allowing her to progress at her own rate and to allow her to take more classes than what they normally would have. She praised all of her teachers and said that all of the students were better for having attended the school. Sandy stepped down from her step stool, folded it up then carried it back to our seats. She received a very loud applause. Much louder than the speakers who came before her. The president then introduced Jim Wilson the basketball coach. As Jim came up to the podium, Big Al the football coach and Fred Weathers came up with him. Jim started out, "I've never done this before and I'm not sure a coach has ever had the honor of doing this before. I have to tell you a story. A few years ago I scouted a young man, Charles, Chuck, Johnson down in Florida who was a really good baseball player but didn't want to go to the major leagues. He wanted to go to college. The young man was a really good basketball player and would fill an immediate need for our team so I offered a scholarship to him. I don't know why he didn't get an offer from his own state's schools but I sure am glad he came here. The reason these other guys are up here is that while Chuck was here going to school he contributed to Al's football program and to Fred's golf program. He not only contributed but also led the teams to distinction. Here, let's let Al tell you." Al bent to the microphone, "Chuck showed up for that first practice telling me he didn't know anything about football. I thought I would show him that football players were a better breed but he showed me instead. He played linebacker like he had years of experience. Then we found out he could catch a ball. I sure wish he could stay around for a couple of more years, as he has been the best non-football-scholarship student I've ever had. And that's a kid that had never played the game before. Fred has something to say too. Fred stood at the podium and smiled. "Chuck was recommended to me by our local golf professional for our golf team. Chuck was supposed to be pretty raw, as he had never played the game before coming up North to the university. He had been learning the game just for fun. Chuck now is one of the best players we have ever graduated and may have a career in golf. But what's coming next is most important. Back to you Jim. Jim stood proudly then continued, "athletics is not the most important part of being in college. It is only a way for the kids to let off some steam and compete in one or more sports while they are here. The most important part of being here is learning. Chuck has learned well. Good enough to have the second highest grade point in his graduating class. And he has done it in three years. While he played all these sports. May I introduce the class salutatorian, Charles C. Johnson. I came up to the podium and shook hands with the three coaches amidst lots of flash bulbs from my relatives. "Thank you coach Wilson, coach Al, and coach Fred. I am humbled. Class of 1963, we are at the leading edge of knowledge and technology. All of us now have the tools and opportunity to make our communities, our future employers and our country better. We all wish to congratulate all of our professors and mentors for helping us measure up to the standards of this fine university. I need to say thank you publicly to Sandy, the tiny person preceding me for the help through all those labs. Congratulations to all of the classes of nineteen-sixty-three." As I sat down, the students, graduates and audience applauded loud and long. I'm sure the applause was for making the talk short. Like I said, it was humbling. All of us were given fake certificates in the form of a rolled up scroll with a ribbon. Upon handing us our scroll, the president moved our tassels to the other side of our mortarboards. At the conclusion, we tossed them into the air. I think all of us made sure the hats were not damaged as they cost about fifteen dollars if we lost or damaged them. After the ceremonies my group all went to the country club. Several of the other graduates were celebrating there too. I sat at a table with Trish and Delta, still numb from all the excitement. I really could not have anticipated all the family that showed up. My mom and dad, brothers and sisters were all bragging to anyone who would listen. The girls gave them some spiked soda to help settle me down. George and Dan had arranged for a nice festive party. As I sat there enjoying all the fun, somehow I didn't feel like that this was the end of my college days. ------- The girls and I took a short vacation that consisted of us driving to Georgia so I could play the course where the sectionals were going to be held. There was also an amateur tournament the week before the sectionals that I entered. It would be at the Belleville, Illinois country club. The tournament was a fifty-four hole three-day event that had a lot of good amateurs attending. The Atlanta course was okay, nothing special and after playing two rounds on it, I felt like it wouldn't be a problem to do well. The amateur tournament was pretty neat. Most of the participants were young guys. Some still students others trying to do what I was doing, that is to figure out whether they could make it playing golf. At the end of the tournament after coming in third, I went to Terry for counseling. He told me not to worry about it, as he had not been able to go with me. He said that a good caddy plus his tutelage would have been the difference between first and third. I wasn't sure about that but was ready to leave for Georgia early for some practice. Terry and I arrived in Atlanta Sunday evening. We had arranged to play the competition course on Monday and Tuesday but had also found another country club with a very difficult course to play Wednesday and Thursday. The competition course was closed Thursday to prepare it for the three day, fifty-four hole event. Wednesday had been booked for months but we figured Monday and Tuesday on the course should be good enough especially since I had already played it once. Our Monday morning Tee time was eight in the morning. Terry was going to play along with me. We were able to get two pretty good experienced caddies that could assist in directing us on the course. I shot a seventy-three and Terry shot a seventy-five. Back in the clubhouse eating lunch, a guy came up to Terry seeming ecstatic to see him. "Hey Terry, what are you doing in Atlanta?" He asked. "Hey Mike, I'm here to help this fellow win the sectional this weekend. Good to see you, are you still the pro here?" Terry said shaking the guy's hand. "Mike, meet Chuck Johnson from Florida. Chuck, this is Mike Marten a guy that I played a lot of golf with growing up and while we were in school. We both turned pro the same year and both of us thought we would rather teach golf as a club pro." Terry said this while Mike pulled a chair out, turned it around and sat with his arms on the back of the chair facing us. "How you doin' Chuck. So you're going to try for the Open? Is this your first try?" Mike asked. I smiled back, "yes sir, this is kind of my try out to see if golf is what my future is." "It's a great life Chuck," Mike said. "Terry and I make a living playing a game and teaching a game. Playing on the pro tour is really draining and expensive. A lot of guys play, but a lot of guys have to leave the game because of money." Terry waved his hand at me, "the kid has three backers, one of them is his dad and other two are like his father-in-law. We want Chuck to give it four years but I don't think he's that patient." "Two father-in-laws?" Mike asked Terry. "It's a long story. Maybe Chuck can tell it better, faster," Terry answered. I never know how to tell others of how the relationship between Trish, Delta and I worked. I wasn't even sure. "I started being around and studying with two girls who were friends since they were babies. When we became closer and I wanted to date one of them, I ended up having to date both of them. This has been the way they were and still are. If I'm with one of them, I'm with both. Their dad's have become good friends of mine while this has all taken place." "Sounds like you have it together Chuck, you lucky stiff," Mike smiled. "So what are you going to do with the course that you would close it Thursday?" Terry asked. "Nothing really. Thursday is being reserved for all the PGA and Open big wigs so they can have a day of golf before baby sitting all the sectional players. You want to play Thursday?" Mike offered. "We have tee times at the Wild Oaks for Wednesday and Thursday but we have another tee time here tomorrow. Want to play with us? Our tee time is for nine-thirty. You would be done by noon. How about it Mike?" Terry asked. "Yeah, I can do that. We can put a little something on the game. It's been a while since I took your money," Mike laughed. Terry shook his head back and forth. "You might not want to play against the kid for money. Lately he's been beating me regularly and it's my job right now to get him to be good enough to turn pro." "Well, we'll see about that tomorrow at nine-thirty, won't we. Hey, let me pick up your lunch today. Want to play another round this afternoon? I have a late tee time at three with one of the PGA guys. You two could play along with us for a fun foursome. What do you think?" Mike asked. Terry looked at me and could tell I was all for it. "That would be great Mike. It's actually perfect because we'll do some practice on the range and on the practice green till then. See you around two-forty-five." "Make two thirty so we can pick out some caddies." Mike said leaving. We practiced on the driving range till almost two then went to the practice green which was located near the pro shop. Terry had me putting from ridiculous distances. He said it was important for me to practice ball speed when putting from thirty feet and over. ------- Chapter 29 We met Mike and a legendary player at the pro shop at two-thirty. I thought Terry was going to get on his knees and bow to the guy. Since I had not been a golfer for very long, I recognized his name but he was just another guy to me. He was very friendly. "You sure are a tall one," the pro player said looking up at me from under the brim of his hat. "I didn't know they made clubs long enough for someone your size." He said smiling. Terry explained that he was using today and tomorrow for my training and he was going to talk me through almost every stroke. Mike and the Pro said they would enjoy watching and listening while they played along. I shot last on the first tee. Terry reminded me to go through my approach and swing by the numbers telling myself out loud each step and not to mumble, say it like I was teaching. My approach and presentation was good, my practice swing was fine. I presented the face of my club to the ball, drew back then swung through the ball not trying to kill it. The result was almost two hundred ninety yards straight down the fairway of the long par four first hole. Mike and the Pro gasped. "You damn near drove the green," Mike said. "Nice and straight," the pro added. The other three guys had to use five irons to get to the green but all I needed was my pitching wedge. I dropped the ball about a foot from the hole. I made an easy birdie, Terry made a long putt for birdie and both Mike and the pro two putted for parr. The second hole was a short par three that a nine iron was almost too much for. I put the ball on the green but about twenty feet from the hole. Terry did about the same but closer. Mike and the pro each used a three wood and put the ball darn near into the cup. Terry told me to remember the feel from the practice green. We looked over the path of the ball and to see a distinct grain of the grass that would make the ball curve back toward the hole fairly sharply. I putted out about eight feet and watched the ball curve back toward the hole and stop on the lip. Just a little stronger and it would have been in. I tapped in for par. The others made their putts for birdie and we were all even. The par five third was an equalizer. It was a long humbling hole with hazards everywhere. The pro said this hole had lost him several games. I was able to drive over the mid fairway bunkers to a position on the far side of the dogleg for a long chip to the green. Terry talked me through the shot making sure I had a high arc and didn't get a lot of spin on the ball. The ball did a neat bounce on the green just on the far side of the pin then spun backwards into the cup for a double eagle. Mike and the pro couldn't believe it. Terry said, "This isn't the first time he's done that. His short irons are deadly accurate. Wait till you see him hit out of sand, it's amazing." The rest of the round was like that. I had so much luck on every hole it was ridiculous. I had a bogey on a couple of holes but ended with a very nice sixty-eight. Terry and Mike both shot a par seventy-two. The pro shot a seventy-one. "You know I shot one of my better first rounds here ever and you beat me by three strokes. That is uncanny," the pro said. "Terry you're doing a great job instructing. I've never seen someone teach like you're doing with the student saying out loud everything they are doing." "Hopefully, when he's playing on his own, he will say those same things in his head for each stroke. He's got a ton of natural talent. All he needs is practice," Terry said. "You been playing all your life?" The pro asked me over coffee in the clubhouse. Terry answered for me. "A couple of years ago, this kid came out to the my club. One of his girl friends folks is a member. She asked me to give him some instruction so he could play with her dad. He played his first game two years ago and has played only sporadically since. He has played on his school's golf team two years now and is doing really well as you can see." "That's a great story," the pro said. "I bet you play other sports. Athletes do well in golf. That drive of yours is awesome, so long and so straight. Keep that up and you and I will be playing together on the tour." As he was leaving he shook my hand and wished me luck for the sectional. "Well what do you think of beating your first major professional golfer. You made me a hundred today," Terry said patting his pocket. "I bet both those guys fifty that you would equal or beat them. Let's go get cleaned up and have a steak for supper on our winnings." We played Tuesday but I didn't do as well. I shot par for the eighteen but missed a couple of fairways. Terry beat me for a change but Mike was one over. Terry collected twenty for beating Mike and twenty for me beating Mike. We had to promise to give him the opportunity to win his money back by playing him on Thursday. He said he couldn't even work himself in on Wednesday, as they were booked so heavy. Wednesday and Thursday mornings we played the other golf course with instructions on every hole again. On Thursday afternoon we joined Mike and one of the Open officials. Terry told me to tell myself what to do in my head this time just like I would do tomorrow. Again, I shot par but was playing over cautious the entire round. Making sure my drives were straight and my irons got me close to the pin. Because I was being tentative, my putts came up short a couple of times. The pro shot par and Terry was two under collecting another twenty from Mike. Friday my tee time was for nine. I met the three players I would be with on the driving range at seven. At eight I switched to the practice green then Terry and I went to the starters table. They checked my identification and gave me the scorecard. When we went to the first tee, two of the guys had to go behind a bush to throw up. I'm sure glad I had game experience from sports all my life. That is a hell of a way to start the day. The first day round was almost like the round I played with the pro and Mike except better. I ended up with a sixty-seven, no double eagles but a bunch of birdies. Terry and Mike joked later that if I could keep it up, I might meet or beat the course record of sixty-five. After the round we ate lunch then watched some of the other players. At three, Terry had me back out on the driving range. We went through every club in the bag just to keep the feel for them. We finished with an hour of putting, thirty minutes of it from as far away as I could get. Terry had this thing about long puts. I thought I should just practice getting closer with my short irons. Saturday my tee time was for ten in the morning so my luck was holding. I ate at seven then was on the range by quarter to eight. I was bunched with three jokesters who all knew each other. They cut up so much that they actually hindered each other. They should have opted to separate themselves so they would have done better. Terry was caddying for me and told me to just ignore them and keep telling myself how to swing. He was great coaching me on every shot, helping with club selection. I ended with a two under seventy for the day. Actually I felt pretty good about it considering the distraction from the clowns I had been with. Terry had me practicing on the driving range in the afternoon but mostly working on my short irons. There was a big garbage can about fifty yards out. The can had obviously been there for a long time. On the side of it was a giant five with a dollar sign. Terry said that for every ball put in there the club would give you five dollars. After about twenty balls, I put the first one in. Then a few shots later put a second ball in the can. Less than ten balls after that I put my third ball dead center. Terry said that was enough for the day. When we turned in the empty ball baskets the attendant wrote out a slip that had fifteen dollars written on it. He said to go into the shop and they would give me cash. When we went into the pro shop, Mike congratulated me on my rounds and wished me luck for the next day saying he thought I might be the leader so far. Terry told him I had just won fifteen bucks for dropping three balls into the garbage can. "No way," Mike said. "Nobody puts three ball in that can in the same day." Terry said the magic words, "wanna bet?" "Damn right I do," Mike exclaimed. "Come on I'll get another bucket and if he can put one ball into the can I'll pay up. How much you got kid?" "I don't bet sir," I answered. Terry shrugged his shoulders and said, "I just can't get him to part with his money. I'll go easy on you though Mike, let's make it twenty." "Twenty? Hell no, let's make it fifty. Shit, half the club would bet a hundred you couldn't do three in the same day," Mike gestured toward the door. My forth ball dropped into the bucket. Mike handed Terry the fifty then told me to keep going and see how many I could do. Of the fifty balls, I put seven in the can. Mike wanted to go get a bunch of club members and make wagers for the rest of the day. Terry just laughed and said that I had probably practiced enough for the day. He did remind Mike that besides the fifteen for the first three balls I now had another thirty-five coming for the seven more. "You're going to break the bank kid. You're expensive. Every time I wager against you, you're taking my money. Guess I better get on your side," Mike said getting money out of the register for me. "You see," Terry said. "You just paid for all those range balls for the whole trip. Tomorrow morning we'll see if you can hit signs." Sunday my tee time was one in the afternoon. We changed up a little and had breakfast then played around on the practice green a while. They had a sand trap with another small practice green and that's where Terry had me blasting balls. When we were through, I had to take off my shoes and socks off to get all the sand off my feet. Since we checked out of the hotel, I had more socks in the car so I changed socks then went to the driving range. Terry had me use my mid irons and to try to hit the hundred yard marker. It was a half sheet of plywood so it was pretty big. It is very difficult to control a five iron enough to hit a target at a hundred yards. What was funny though was when I used my seven, and nine iron, I was able to hit the board nearly every time. We ended up at eleven working with my driver and fairway woods. We ate a slow light lunch then walked around a little looking at all the equipment displayed by the various manufacturers. Terry said that there should be some equipment prizes at the end of the day plus we bought raffle tickets from every booth. The guys I was bunched with on Sunday were all serious about the round. All of us had shot pretty well the previous two days and wanted a good third round. No one discussed what he had shot previously but we all knew we were close. I wasn't perfect, but darned close. I shot three under for the day and ten under for the tournament. When I turned in my score card, the judge used a red marker to initial it and put it in a separate container. Another judge wrote my numbers onto a big sheet then told me to go into the next tent for an exit interview. I wandered in and was directed to a folding table with a couple of men there. They asked me about the days round then asked about the Friday and Saturday's rounds. They were just nodding their heads and saying "good, good." They asked about the course and about whether I thought they had been organized well. I told them I was happy with everything and that this was actually only my second amateur tournament other than at school. The wished me luck and told me where to be for the posting of the people who would be invited to the Open. Terry and I cleaned up and put my equipment in the car then we ate a nice early supper while waiting for the results. At six there was a big commotion at the tournament bulletin board. Next to it was a platform with a podium and microphone. One of the exit interview guys got up and said that the people going to the open were going to be announced from worse to best scores. The worst score of the thirty-five guys going to the open was ten over. This continued till there were two guys that had been two under for the three days. The next announcement stunned me, he called my name and told the listeners that my score was an unbelievable ten under par. Terry was slapping me on my back and yelling, "told ya, told you so." "Charles Johnson, would you come up here please," the announcer broadcast. He had two other guys with good scores come up too. "We have some prizes donated by some manufacturers. No money, because you guys are probably amateurs but prizes are always okay. For the third place winner, we have a really nice golf bag, with a wheeled cart and a putter. For the second place winner, another bag, cart, and putter plus this new style driver with two boxes of balls." The announcer was very demonstrative, dragging the prizes over into piles. "Now for first place, Spaulding is going to fit you with a set of professional quality clubs just for you. Along with that, we have a bag and cart for you along with one of these Sam Snead putters and a couple dozen balls." He handed me a certificate while dragging more stuff into a pile. "The best part of this is a special prize from Wilson. They are giving away an all expense trip for a week at the U.S. Open Championship being held at Augusta, Georgia this year and will pay the one hundred dollar entrance fee for you." There was lots of applause and hand shaking. This was very nice. It would cut down on a lot of expenses. Terry and I hauled all the stuff back to his car then went to all the booths to see if we had won anything. Terry got a neat putter and a fancy new driver from two different tents. I got a dozen balls then went to the Spaulding tent to see about being fitted for the prize clubs. They had one of their engineers there who used a cloth measuring tape on my arms and legs then he had me hold a broom handle with a broom like I would a driver and he measured that. When he was done he asked about my clothes sizes and shoe size. He went to the back of the tent and brought back two boxes of golf shoes and had me try them on. He apologized for not having any clothes large enough for me, as I was just too tall for the average clothes they had brought to the tournament. They took my home address and phone number along with the country club information. A fancy guy in a nice suit talked to us a while asking if I was anticipating turning professional. I nodded at Terry and he went off with the man discussing stuff I wasn't supposed to know about. They came back in about five minutes and we left. Terry and I left for the drive back home stopping later that night at a Howard Johnson's. Terry explained that the man was from the manufacturer and was offering money for endorsements. Since I was still an amateur, Terry had told him to hold that thought and we would get back to him. Terry told me that the money a professional golfer made was not just at the tournaments but from the endorsements and manufacturer personal appearances. I told him I didn't have a clue but could be easily guided to do what was correct. We made it home Monday to celebrate with the girls and their parents. George and Dan were saying their plan was working perfectly. I called my Dad and told him how everything had gone. Dad was very happy and told me how proud of me he was. I made sure that dad had advised the draft board that I was taking the summer off from school. Dad figured that if I stayed out of school I could advise them in the fall. That night was a very nice reunion with my two loves. They said that I was keeping them from studying but were happy that I was. The next morning I put together all the extra cash we had and separated out what we would need for groceries and everyday stuff then planned a trip to the bank. The girls went off to school and I waited till nine to go to the bank to put the money in our joint account. I was planning to open a separate account for all the golf stuff so it would be easier to keep track of. The golf pro had given me some good advise by suggesting that I set up my accounting early so I would be able to pay my taxes as I went. I walked into the bank, across the tiled floor up to the little roped opening to wait for the next available teller. There was a guy in front of me hunched over mumbling to the teller. All of a sudden his voice grew louder, "give me the goddamn money, now." I stepped back a step wondering what was going on. I looked around the bank and didn't see anyone who looked like a guard but I could see the teller at the next window with shock on her face. The man at the window spun around with what looked like a forty-five in his hand. Dumb me slapped the gun and his hand while swinging at the guy's head and lunging at him. My fist hit the side of his head and my body was taking him down in a clean tackle at the same time. When my hand hit the gun, it went off shooting straight up. When we landed on the floor, his hand was still clutching the gun and the jolt made the gun go off again, this time point blank into my shoulder. The buck from the gun going off knocked the gun out of the now unconscious guy's hand. The noise of the gun was accompanied by screams from the women in the bank. Suddenly there was a guard standing over the man with his foot on the wrist that had held the gun. I was rolling away holding my shoulder that hurt like hell. A couple of seconds' later cops were everywhere. One of them ripped my shirt and started trying to cover where the bullet hit. A lady said she was a nurse and took a bunch of rags some others had produced and made a compress then wrapped me up tight until I could get to a doctor. I was surprising alert but was really hurting. The nurse said I was probably in shock but should be okay, as I wasn't bleeding terribly. A few minutes later an ambulance arrived and the driver and attendant put me on a gurney and hauled me out to the ambulance then drove quickly to the hospital. It seemed about the time I was put on a bed in the emergency room I passed out. I didn't wake up till the next day in an off white sterile looking room connected to hoses and machines with my shoulder tightly bandaged and held immobile at my side. As I came around, opening my eyes, two faces appeared. Trish and Delta were staring down at me. They looked haggard as if they had not slept. "So what's up?" I asked. They both burst into tears but didn't touch me, looking as if they wished to devour me but wouldn't touch me for fear of hurting me. A nurse came in and had them step back. She did a pulse check then a blood pressure check plus the thermometer into the mouth thing. She wrote down all the numbers and said she would be right back. The girls crowded over me again and I gave them a smile and a kissing motion with my mouth. I got kisses. They were still kissing me when the nurse with a guy in a white smock came in. He looked into my eyes then stood back. He was standing by the bed with his arms folded. "Well Mr. Johnson, you're going to live. However you are not going to be able to use that shoulder and your left arm for a while. All the bones up there and your rotator cuff was badly damaged. I think we put all the bones back together correctly. It's like a jig saw puzzle putting each piece in place so they can grow back together correctly. There was a lot of muscle and cartilage damage so I'm not sure what kind of use your going to have out your shoulder right away. A few years from now there is going to be special metal replacement shoulder, hip and knee joints but they are still in development right now so you may have to wait a while for full use of your arm. You're muscled like an athlete. I hope this doesn't hurt your near future." Trish said, "he just qualified for the U.S. Open and was planning on trying to be a professional golfer." "Darn, that's too bad. You won't be playing in the Open this year. Hopefully, you will heal up and be able to play golf again, perhaps next year," he said. "Well, I guess that means back to school," I said almost cheerfully. "What were you studying," the doctor asked. "I graduated with a chemistry, biology and pre-med. Majors," I said not trying to brag. "Oh my. All that and golf too. So what are you going to go into now that you will go back to school?" He asked. "I really don't know. I'll just work on my masters and keep learning till the answer comes. I'd like to do something in research," I said. "We need more doctors of all kinds. If you want to go to medical school you'll have to apply. How are your grads," he asked becoming interested in the subject. Delta answered this one, "Chuck was second in his graduating class. He has been offered several possibilities from the university and was interviewed by Harvard." "Now that would be something. Harvard medical school could get you a long way toward your research goal. You might see if you could still get in," he advised. "I'm going to leave you but will look at your wounds in the morning. We're going to be giving you some more x-rays this afternoon so get ready for them. The staff will be careful not to bump you around too much. See you tomorrow." The girls and I had a long discussion till I finally told them that I needed to pee and that I was starved. The nurse made me use a urinal and the girls washed my hands then fed me the goop they called lunch. An hour later when I complained that I was a growing boy, the nurse relented and had a couple of sandwiches and some milk brought in. A police detective came by to see how I was doing. He asked if he could get a statement from me and have me sign it. He said that a FBI agent would be coming by and would want the same thing so he said he would have my statement typed up so I could have it ready for the agent. The bank robber had pleaded not guilty at his preliminary hearing but was given a bond amount high enough that he wasn't going anywhere. He was charged with the federal bank robbery along with the state's attempted murder charge. Either conviction would give him a twenty-five years to life sentence. That evening the girls' parents came in to see me. Terry and Fred came too. Terry said he had already told the Open folks what had happened so they could let another player enter. The sectional people were going to send me the money instead of using it as an entrance fee. They said it wouldn't hurt my amateur status because of the circumstances. George and Dan were disappointed that the pro plans were going to have to go on hold till we found out whether I could recover. Fred agreed that I should go back to school and he thought that he could make sure that my last year of eligibility could still apply toward my schooling even if I couldn't play any sports. I sent the girls home and told them to go to school. I wasn't going anywhere but they needed to do what was necessary for their future while they could. I had told George and Dan to tell my folks that I was going to be fine and not to worry. As soon as I was able, I called them and we talked for a half-hour. I assured them that they didn't need to come as I was being smothered with care. I stayed almost two weeks in the hospital. The second week, they allowed me to be up and walk up and down the hallway. I was amazed at how week I had become so fast. With my arm in a sling strapped tightly to my side I was a little off balance but was able to get around pretty well. I needed help dressing myself and washing but could do most of my personal stuff alone. The girl kept sneaking me Big Macs, fries and shakes, as the hospital just didn't feed me enough. My first day at home, Cecile and Carol took care of me or should I say hovered over me while the girls were at school going to class and doing their grad staff duties. The moms at least recognized my need for lots of food and I had plenty of soup and sandwiches except on my birthday. For my twentieth birthday Carol fixed me a great meatloaf with mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans. Instead of a cake, Cecile made Dutch apple pie for me. They put twenty candles on it so I could blow them out. I sure hope my wish comes true. After about a week, the moms agreed that I could look after myself during the day. I sat at the piano and played some tunes with one hand. The inactivity had my mind going a hundred miles an hour thinking of school, sports, tunes and such. I got out some music paper and wrote some ideas that had been banging in my head. In the evening, I had one of the girls to play what I had written so I could hear it two handed. I had one play a rhythm guitar while the other played the keyboard so I could hear how full it would be. I must have created a couple dozen different pieces that were pretty good. Some could have words for ballads, some could be full band things. Most had a jazzy blues theme that reflected my mental attitude. I walked to the university offices and applied for the second short summer session. I thought that if I took a lecture course without a bunch of lab, I should be able to do it all right. I went to meet the Prof. for the class to be pleasantly surprised to have one of the deans from graduation teaching the class. He said he was sorry to see my damaged shoulder but happy to have me back as a student. That evening the girls were excited that I was going to be back in school. I made a deal with the couple in our apartment. I knocked five dollars a week off their rent if they would cut the grass for me and keep up with the weeding. They were happy to do that and were able to enjoy an extra five dollars a week in food or entertainment. ------- Chapter 30 The break between summer sessions afforded us the opportunity to bask in the sun at the country club and at one of the girl's homes by their swimming pools. I was still wrapped up and couldn't move my left arm but enjoyed getting some sun on as much of my body as I could. One of the days we went by to sun ourselves at Delta's pool, we surprised Cecile and Carol sunbathing nude. When we walked out of the back door to see the two ladies spread out, Trish immediately tried to cover my eyes and push me back into the house. I gave out the loudest wolf whistle I could. The two mom's were screaming while I was being pushed back into the house. Later I commented on the great view I had for those few short seconds. Each time it was brought up the moms would blush beet red. George had me interview with the company he worked for. They had a research and development department working on various products that related to the building industry. The development of non-lead based paints was creating a demand for both interior and exterior paints. Somehow I didn't see myself getting excited about working on a new color latex paint. Besides I would only be a gofer as all their chemical engineers had Phd's. This just confirmed what I knew. I needed to remain in school. Just before the fall semester my dad called. He told me that they had received my draft notice. I had forgotten to re-apply for my student deferment. There should not be too much of a problem as I was still wrapped up and would probably be this way through October. Dad gave me the telephone number for down there so I could call to get examined where I was. It was nice to talk to Dad, he said he was busy with a new development up near Winter Haven where I had told him that someone should build a resort there or at least develop a neighborhood for retirees. The draft board lady was not happy to hear that I was out of state and that I was injured. I asked her to make an appointment for me at the local induction center so I could be examined. Trish took off the day I had to report. I arrived at the induction center with a bunch of guys that had small sports bags or suitcases with them, I knew I was not going to be welcome. I stood in line for an hour waiting to be examined. The other guys in line were all talking bullshit about what they would do in the army. When I walked into the examination room, one of the nurses from the hospital that I had been at was working. "Aren't you the guy that got shot in that bank robbery?" She asked. "That's me. Did you join the army since I saw you last?" I asked a question in return. "I'm in the reserves and this is one of my weeks of summer camp," she answered then continued. "They use me here at the induction center as they always need help. Let's get all your information down then I'll help you with your discussion with the doctor. He's going to want to remove your bandages and look at your shoulder. I'll help him and advise him that you are not supposed to move your arm or shoulder." "What's your name?" I asked. She pointed to her name badge on her nurse's uniform. It said, "Lt. Cindy Shaw." "Do I salute you Cindy?" I asked smiling. "That's Lt. Shaw to you, you almost a soldier," she grinned. She asked questions, I answered and she wrote down the information. She made a big deal about the injury but we finally agreed that she should just write down that I was injured while stopping a bank robbery. The doc came in and read the note. He looked at me long and hard. "I know you. I've seen you at the country club. Aren't you the guy that was going to the Open? How did you do?" "I won at the sectionals but was hurt before the open. I don't think golf is in my near future any longer," I said pointing at my shoulder. "I read about the bank robbery where a guy got shot while wrestling with the robber. That must have been you," he said. "Cindy says she nursed you while you were in the hospital." He turned to Lt. Shaw; "Cindy is his shoulder bad enough that he won't be able to perform duty for a while?" "He may not be able to use his left arm at all doctor. They had to put his rotator cuff back together like a puzzle then they glued it all together and strapped him up so it could grow back together," Cindy said. "This is what I'm going to do. I'm writing you up as a temporary four "F." I'll put you down as eligible to be examined in one year. Let's see how you're doing next year this time. I heard Dan and George talking that you may be looking at entering medical school. Is that right?" The doctor asked. "Since this happened," I answered. "I may apply or I may just work on a research degree in chemistry. I'm really having a hard time deciding what to do." The doc asked, "what would make you happiest?" "That's the problem," I answered shaking my head. "Any of it would make me very happy. I like school so it wouldn't make any difference to me what field I was in. I only know that I would enjoy research and I enjoy chemistry and wish to contribute in some way using that ability." "Go for medical school. You can help a lot of people as a doctor in a variety of fields. As a doctor, you are involved in research daily. Every patient is a research paper in the flesh," he said this while Cindy was buttoning my shirt for me. The doctor fumbled around in his pockets then came out with a card. As he handed it to me, "here take this and come to see me at my clinic. Come during the day because evenings there can be so busy. I'll let you watch to see if you like the way I contribute. You can watch me do my research." Cindy or is that Lt. Shaw took me out to a guy in uniform with the worksheet and the doctor's recommendation form. Fifteen minutes later I rescued Trish from all of the smiling inductees who were trying to make time with her before their examination. I told Trish I was a non-soldier for at least another year at this point. She seemed happy about it. We stopped at an A&W Root Beer drive-in on the way home to have a couple of their nasty chilidogs and a frosty mug of root beer. Trish and I had a surprise when we got home. We had a letter from our bank. In the letter was cashier's check for five thousand dollars. The letter said the enclosed cashier's check reflected the published advertised reward for the direct prevention of a bank robbery or the successful capture of a robber at their bank. Trish and I just sat and stared at the check. When Delta walked in the door, she thought something had gone bad at the induction center. Trish held up the check and the letter for her to read. "Holy smokes!" Delta exclaimed. "With this money we can just about pay off the house. Or we can use to it to put Chuck through school. Wow! This is fantastic." The girls had to call and tell their folks right away about our windfall but then in the end, we three agreed, the money should go into the bank for our future needs whatever they might be. At school the next day, I went to see the dean of chemistry to talk to him about what options I had. He became interested then we walked over to the doctor who was like the dean of the pre-med group. I had my transcripts with me and he was excited to have me want his opinion as he remembered me with Sandy at graduation. I was honest with him saying that I couldn't afford to send myself through medical school. I told him that I thought the only way I could go was to get a scholarship like Sandy did. He said he understood then used his phone to call some guy at St. Louis University Medical Center. The chemistry dean and I walked outside his office to give him some privacy and to discuss what I was thinking some more. "Come on back in here," the pre-med guy hollered. As we went through the door, he said, "you have an appointment with the medical school at St. Louis University. It's only about a two to three-hour drive from here so you won't have to stay over night. Take your transcript with you and before you go, get some letters of recommendation from your various Profs that you have had the last couple of years. They will probably schedule you for a physiological interview to be tested, but that would be good for you to know whether medicine should be in your future." He handed me a piece of paper with a name, address, and phone number with a time on it. "Let me know how the interview went when you get back." This was a Monday and the interview was Thursday. I went to four different departments to beg a letter of recommendation from them. Those along with the chemistry dean's letter should be enough. At home, I fixed super one handed and had spaghetti, meatballs and garlic bread ready complete with a salad and wine. I told the girls what I had been up to and that I would need to borrow a car Thursday to make the trip. "We'll drive you," Delta said excitedly. "We're both off Thursday and Friday so let's make a weekend of it in St. Louis. That should be fun. We can go to one of the big movie theaters up there and we'll look to see if we can see a Cardinal baseball game." Trish added, "I'll call Dad and find out what hotel we should stay at while we are up there. He'll know as he has to stay over often." It was set. We would all go to St. Louis for this mystery interview. It was decided that instead of leaving here at five in the morning, we would go up Wednesday evening and stay at the hotel that way I could go to my appointment at nine rested and fresh. Thursday morning the girls helped me struggle into a dress shirt, tie and suit coat. At eight forty-five an aging secretary ushered me into a conference room. The lady brought in a stack of printed forms and questionnaires. Some looked like the questions we had generated in my last psychology class. It took three hours to complete all of the forms and the personality and vocational tests. The secretary told me where I could get lunch then said for me to be back by one-thirty. Trish and Delta were waiting patiently for me when I walked out. I told them about all the forms and the psychological tests while we had lunch. I told them that I could get a taxi back to hotel or even walk but they insisted on waiting for me. At one-thirty I was back in the conference with four men in white coats. They were all more interested in my shoulder than whatever it was that I was there for. The gentleman sitting at the head of the table spoke first. "Mr. Johnson, we were asked by a friend of ours to consider you for entrance to our medical school. In addition, we understand you need financial assistance in order to attend. Your grades and class standing at the university are definitely worthy of consideration for entrance as well as a scholarship or fellowship opportunity." The next guy shuffled a bunch of papers that appeared to be the tests that I had taken earlier then looked up at me over the top of some half glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Your personality appears to be ideal for a person about to commit to several years of difficult study. One of the items I noted was your intense curiosity that would be constant with folks within our research group. Have you given any thought to becoming a physician involved in extensive patient research?" "Sir, that is what I'm having trouble deciding. I want to become involved in research but have had a difficult time deciding whether the field should be medicine or chemistry," I said trying to make myself clear. "I see. That would answer several questions within your personality profile," the man said. "With that knowledge I would enjoy having you as a student at our school. We do extensive research in several areas of medicine. You would enjoy being involved with the groups working on some of our projects." A third man asked, "are you married? Are you in a committed relationship?" "I'm not married yet but I am engaged to be married in a few weeks," I answered. "What will your intended do while you are very busy in school." He asked. I answered in the singular so there wouldn't be any questions about having two ladies. "She will probably be teaching or will enroll in your university to complete her doctorate, then teach." The last guy asked, "considering that you would be too busy to work an outside job, how would you live?" "At this time, we have some savings that we would use toward our expenses plus her parents have offered to assist us during her education." I answered. The first man asked another question, "I see here that you are from Florida. Why didn't you apply to the University of Florida for your undergraduate school." I smiled, as they obviously had not received a true transcript from my school. "My best scholarship opportunity did not come from Florida. Since I needed assistance to go to school, the university I attended was my best choice. It has turned out to have been a very good decision." "So you were on a scholastic scholarship then?" He asked. "No sir, I was on an athletic scholarship. My primary sport was basketball," I said trying to keep it low key. "Primary sport? Did you play other sports?" "Yes sir, I played football three seasons, baseball one season and golf two seasons," I answered hoping they wouldn't be put off by a jock. "You did all of that and graduated in three years second in your class?" "Yes sir," I said feeling my face flush. "Mr. Johnson, we would like you to come back tomorrow morning if you can. The staff needs to meet and discuss how you and our school can get together. Can you come tomorrow about the same time?" Now I was glad we were going to make a weekend of being in St. Louis. "Yes sir, I can be here at nine again." I said wondering what tomorrow would bring. This meeting only took thirty minutes. The girls had not even settled down yet and were happy to see me come out. We went back to the hotel so I could change out of the suit so it would still look nice for the Friday meeting. From the hotel, we walked all over the campus then wondered into Barnes hospital. Barnes was a huge imposing group of connected buildings that seemed to be endless. We looked through the lobby and walked through the administration hallway arriving in the emergency room area. There must have been over two hundred people sitting in the waiting room. They were really busy. We three were a little overwhelmed at the quantity of people and retraced our steps to get out of the hospital. Delta said that we should find out what time the baseball game began and make our way to the ballpark early. We could eat at the park or nearby if we find out they don't have a restaurant at the park. We walked back to the hotel and asked the front desk about the ball park schedule. We found out that there were several restaurants surrounding the park plus a nice one inside. He did say that the restaurant inside was a little pricey. A nice looking gentlemen in a suit with a name tag was standing beside the desk, "excuse me for intruding but perhaps the hotel could assist you this evening." "We are sort of babes in the woods sir," I said offering him my good right hand and reading his nametag. "Ah Mr. Barker." He shook my hand then reached into his pocket. "The names Bradley or Brad please." He patted his nametag then continued. "The hotel has both third base line box seats as well as cabana level for special guests such as yourselves." He said this holding up some tickets. "Which would you prefer." "We would probably prefer to buy the ones on the third base line sir." I said. "Not buy tickets Mr. Johnson, you will be our guest at the game. How about joining my wife and daughter for dinner before the game then we can all go to the game together?" He smiled. The girls and I looked at each other then grinned. "We would be delighted to have dinner with you." I hesitated a second then asked, "how did you know my name?" With a pleasant smile he replied, "Mr. Hawthorne asked that I look out for the three of you while you are in town. This was my first opportunity to meet you. Which of you ladies is Delta and which is Trish McPherson." The girls introduced themselves then Mr. Barker commented, "both of your father's and sometimes your mother's stay here often throughout the year while on business in St. Louis. It is a pleasure to now have their daughters stay here as well. Since it is such a lovely day out, how about joining me on the patio for a cocktail?" We went to a patio area that had a Tiki type bar set up with several tables just outside of splashing distance from the pool. Mr. Barker led us to a table already occupied by nice looking lady in her forties and a young lady in her late teens or early twenties. Mr. Barker introduced us, "Betty meet Delta Hawthorne, Trish McPherson and Charles or ah Chuck Johnson. This is my wife Betty and my daughter Barbara. Chuck is here to interview with the St. Louis University medical school. The three of them have agreed to be out guests for dinner downtown and they are going to the ballgame with us." We sat and had a nice chat. Mr. Barker excused himself so he could go dress in some more casual clothes for the evening. The girls and Barbara hit it off right away talking about school and what their plans were. Barbara was in her junior year at St. Louis University with plans to possibly continue for her masters in business administration. She planned to go into the hospitality industry and wanted to become a major hotel or resort manager. Mrs. Barker said that Barbara has always lived in large hotels and really didn't know any other life. Betty asked if the girls needed to freshen up before we left and if so, suggested they go to the room now and we could all leave together soon. We went up to our room to wash our faces. We didn't change clothes as we felt we were probably dressed correctly for going to a ball game. The girls were in short summer skirts and open armed blouses and I was in slacks and a short sleeve shirt. We got back to the table just as Brad was coming out of the hotel. He was dressed as I was in a pair of chinos and a short sleeved sport shirt. We walked through the lobby then out front of the hotel. Brad motioned us toward a sleek dark gray limousine with the hotel name scrolled on the side. A chauffeur was holding the door open for us. Brad said, "There are perks for managing a hotel such as this." We were dropped off across from Busch Stadium in front of a place called simply, "Pork Steaks." Inside the barbecue smell made your mouth water. As soon as we sat down, we were severed big frosty mugs of beer with a basket of rolls and a big basket of fried union rings. The choices were limited; ribs, pulled pork, pork chops, or the house specialty, pork steaks. The girls and I had pork steaks while the Barkers all ordered ribs. While we were drinking our beer the waitress came to the table and tied huge bibs onto the Barkers. Brad said that since eating ribs was messy, bibs were necessary. Three waitresses brought the food. They brought a huge tray of ribs piled a foot high, another huge tray of pork steaks and a tray of dishes of coleslaw, potato salad and baked beans to go with the meal. It didn't look like we could eat all the food they brought. With the help of a few more mugs of beer, we ate almost all the food that had been brought. I don't know how but the Barkers polished off every one of the stack of ribs. This was some good eating. We were really full but walking across the street to stadium helped us all settle our stomachs. It was exciting to go into a major league stadium. This was what baseball was all about. All of us had to visit the rest rooms to unload some of the beer before we went to our seats. The players were finishing up with batting practice. I tried to identify the players I knew of such as Stan Musial and Lou Brock. Beer vendors were everywhere along with guys selling hotdogs, popcorn and peanuts. Brad got us all a beer just in time for us to stand for the National Anthem. The game was great. Best of all, the Cards beat the Braves. Watching the big leaguers made me think that I could have possibly been doing this. Then I looked at the girls I was sitting with and was happy where I was. We drank way too much Budweiser for three people who didn't drink that much. When we were asked if we wanted a night cap, we all groaned and begged off saying I had an nine o'clock appointment at the university. In the room we all felt sweaty from being in the hot humid night air so we showered together which led to some fun groping and massaging till we ended up in bed with me demonstrating my beer induced endurance. The next morning we were surprisingly alert and ready for the day. We ate breakfast then went to the school for a final interview. At eight-fifty the secretary showed me into the same conference room and brought me a glass of water. A couple of minutes later the original gentleman showed up with three more men I had not seen before. After introductions, one of the men spoke, "Mr. Johnson, St. Louis University wishes to offer you a opportunity to enter our school. This will be a special opportunity with some strings in order to assist you with financing your education." The next man spoke, "We can offer your complete tuition with a stipend for supplies and equipment. The tuition and stipend would apply through your graduation and we would assist with additional funds during your internship and residency. In addition, we understand you will need married student housing. We will provide a student apartment as you need it throughout the time you will be here." The third man, who was a geeky looking guy with a white coat smiled at me and said, "now the strings Mr. Johnson. You will of course be required to maintain a grade point over 3.0 throughout the time you are here. During your lab work, part of your internship and your residency, you will work with our research group. At the completion of your successful taking of the state board exam, you will be required to work with our research group for two additional years at a pay equal to all physicians working in that capacity." The original guy spoke again. "Mr. Johnson, we would be pleased for you to study with us and to join our research group. What do think of the offer?" "I'm overwhelmed. You are offering a great opportunity. I'm not even sure of what form of medicine I would want to practice later." I said looking glazed at the doctors in front of me. "That is not unusual. Most students do not select a specialty till their residency. Even then they sometimes change their minds a few times. You could possibly become a research pharmacology chemist, looking for another "Saulk" vaccine. "Do I need to give you my decision this minute? Or can I have a couple of days to discuss and consider it," I asked hoping I could have some time. "We will need your decision by a week from this coming Monday. It will take a little time to transfer all your records and to set up your admission plus set up funding for your tuition and your living quarters." The original guy had a stack of papers that he slid into a file folder. Handing it to me he added, "my telephone number is on the first page. Please call me if you have any questions or need to further amplify any of the conditions. It is a pleasure to invite you to study with us." I thanked all of them and shook their hands. The geeky looking guy said he was looking forward to having me in his classes and department. The girls and I went back to the hotel to stash the file folder then were off to the Zoo and Forest Park. We planned on staying for a musical, "Oklahoma" that was at the municipal opera. Mr. Barker had invited us to join his family and him for the show. The Zoo was fun and we enjoyed going to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster there. I think the most fun was the merry-go-round. The old carousel had some classic carved horses and even some hard to reach rings that if you could snag one you could keep on riding. I couldn't hold on and reach for the ring at the same time, as I had to let my long arms keep my balance. We ate sandwiches at a small grille outside the park then went to the outdoor theater to wait for the Barkers. As soon as they arrived, Brad got us all a beer saying that it was a St. Louis tradition to drink lots of Budweiser. The show was great then we went back to the hotel to enjoy a nightcap this time. The Barkers all wanted to know about my interview. They couldn't believe that I had to take some time to think about it. The girls and I were restless Saturday morning and decided to check out early and head home. We discussed the pros and cons of moving to St. Louis, of me being in medical school there, and the long-term commitment we would be making. Eight years was a long time. We got back home before noon and decided to hunt up the girls' folks and do some discussing. I also felt like I needed to talk to my folks too. The dads were just getting back from playing golf and the women had been at the pool sunning themselves. They had decided to come home and use their own pools for some water fun and a barbecue. We talked non-stop till my head was spinning with all the anticipated work it would be to go to medical school. The one item that arose was getting the girls into graduate school there so they could finish their masters and start work on their phd's or begin teaching. The girls and I needed to do something about whether we were going to get married or not. I called home and talked to my mom a few minutes then to my dad for over an hour. He was all for me taking the opportunity to go to such a renowned medical school. I still couldn't get over not being able to play sports and to go from being a professional golfer to a medical school student in a blink of an eye. Sunday morning the girls and I were playing. Playing at making love, playing at sex, just plain playing. Delta whispered something to Trish and they got out of bed then came back and sat cross-legged in front of me. Delta held up a silver dollar and said, "we're going to flip to see who has to marry you." "Has to marry me?" I asked. "Yeah, one of us is going to have to marry you to keep you honest," Trish said. "Since we are both changing our names to Johnson, it won't make a difference in our names but will be something that we can legally put down on documents. Now comes the kink, whoever doesn't marry you is going to be adopted by us so that we are legally and officially a family." "Can we do that?" I wondered. The two of them looked at me as if to say, "dummy." "Okay, so you're going to flip for it?" I asked. Delta handed me the silver dollar and said, "nope, you're going to flip for it. Trish is heads and I'm tails. Toss it up in the air and let's see who's who." I looked at each them a second, then gave each of them a kiss. My eyes were watering because of how emotional I felt. I tossed the coin into the air high enough that it almost hit the ceiling. It tumbled end over end till it landed on the bed. "Heads," the two excitedly said at the same time. Delta then started directing us, "Monday, you and Trish have to go to the court house and get a marriage license. Before you go, we need to go by the courthouse to pick up the forms Judge Masters said he would have for us confirming our name change. We'll go to Las Vegas this weekend and you two will get married there along with a ceremony for Chuck and I too." Trish then said, "next week, we'll have Judge Master start on the paperwork to adopt Delta. We should have this all done before fall semester starts." I had to ask, "What does your Mom and Dads think about this, the adoption thing. They have to give up their parental rights, right?" Delta answered this one, "We already talked to them about everything and they know what we are going to do. Everything should work out even though you will be fooling around with your adopted daughter." Delta smiled as she reached over and tugged at my over used appendage. "Okay, let's get some exact times and dates going so we have a schedule. We should make a list of everything we need to do and a suspense date for when each item should be done." I said. Delta jumped on me and pushed me to my back, "Oh no you don't. First things first. I get some more loving first, then Trish gets some proposal loving, then we get ready and go to church to pray that this all works." We loved each other then went to church. I had a few three by five cards and made continuous notes on them. We told the parents what the final plans were at the country club brunch. I was curious if they would go to Vegas with us. They assured me they were and they also assured me my folks would come. They said that later, they would have a celebration at the country club instead of getting married again in a church. ------- Chapter 31 Monday was busy. Besides getting caught up at school, I called the St. Louis University guy and explained about the two girls getting into graduate school. I stressed that it was sort of a deal breaker as we were a packaged deal. I assured him their grades were extremely high and were currently grad staffers. Without seeming put out at all he took their names and said he would call our university to get the paperwork completed. Trish and I went to the courthouse and applied for the marriage license. We then went to a clinic for blood tests and were promised results by that afternoon. We both went back to class and my professor congratulated me on being accepted into medical school. After class, the Prof. handed me a paper that listed me as having completed the course with a four point zero grades. I asked how come and was told that I probably had a ton of things to do to get ready to leave, plus he said I could probably teach the course rather than being a student in it. He was confidant I had all the knowledge that could be gleaned from the course books. It was pretty impressive to be given a send off like that by a Phd. We shook hands then I went to the registrar's office to see if I needed to do anything. They had me sign a couple of papers then I walked off the campus for perhaps the last time. Trish and Delta met me at home with the same news that I had. We were done here. We three went to the clinic to pick up our blood test results then drove to the courthouse at four to get there in time to finalize our license. Back home we sat in the living room and were adding things to the list. The girls had an appointment that evening for their dresses. I wasn't allowed to go with them so while they were gone, I called my folks and gave them the schedules. Cecile had already called Mom. It looked like my entire family was going to Las Vegas with us. When I suggested we just get the weddings performed here or there at home, Mom said that it was exciting for us to get married in Vegas. I said I would see her there Friday evening. Tuesday I went to get a tux. The girls had to help me, as it was really difficult to put on the shirt and the jacket. They wanted me to put on braces or what I called suspenders but my shoulder just wasn't able to be touched that much. The store provided everything, even the shoes. Tuesday evening after supper, George and Dan came by the house and had me come with them. George drove us to the country club where we sat at a table in a corner sipping beer. "Chuck, when you showed up with the girls we had a funny feeling about you. Somehow you seemed to fit with them," George told me. Dan then spoke up, "you brought out their best. Their grades got even better than what they were and you settled the two of them down while they were spreading their wings. With your influence, they became young ladies, still our little girls but real ladies." George sipped his beer then added, "Dan and I didn't think the three of you guys would last. We both thought that you would choose one over the other. We even thought the girls would become possessive and would want a singular relationship. None of that happened. It seemed that the longer you guys were together the more the three of your became a unit." It was Dan's turn, "the both of us tried to re-live our youth through you with the pro golf thing. We were pushing you into it thinking the three of you could have a fling, running around playing golf all over the country. We were proud that our daughters were a part of your success plan." George chuckled, "then you decided to be a hero at the bank and once again luck was on your side. You did get hurt but out of it came the opportunity of a lifetime if it is what you really want to do." "That's why we're here," Dan said. "George and I want to make sure you really want to go to medical school. Everything happened so fast we don't know whether you were really able to make up your mind or were you just going with the flow instead of making up your own mind." "What do you think Chuck?" George asked. "Is this what you really want?" I looked at both of them then at my beer then back up to them. "I was having a very difficult time trying to decide what I wanted to do in life. The more I learned and studied, the more I felt I would be happiest was in some form of research. I still don't know what areas of research I want to be in, but I want to be able to help others live a better life. Medicine offers that opportunity. St. Louie U has offered an outstanding path for me to get to where I want to be. They have even made research a part of the requirements to receive the education they have so generously offered. I'm comfortable with the decision to go to school. Yep, I'm a little scared of the long-term school commitment but with the help of Trish and Delta, I know I can do it. I want this. If this works out, I should be able to provide for them and our family for the rest of our lives." George and Dan were nodding their heads. Dan then changed the subject. "So you three are really going to get married as a group? Do you guys really think you can pull this off as a lifetime commitment?" I smiled at them, "you two have known your daughters a heck of lot longer than I have. What do you see? For the past couple of years, I've waited for the inevitable argument between them. I've watched for the jealousy that almost had to come up between them. I've waited and watched for the split in career objectives that would send them on their separate ways. It hasn't happened. It's not that they both want the exact same thing, but they flex their actions around where they need to go to have what they want but still be together. I think fate brought us together. They both decided they wanted me to join them and we just meshed. I'm still at a loss as to how I got so lucky. I'm also lucky that you two haven't run me out of town." Dan laughed, "you're the only guy they ever brought home. You're also the only guy their mom's ever liked right away. Cecile and Carol have had a crush on you since you showed up. Did you know Cecile and Carol have been buddies since grammar school?" "That possibly explains how Trish and Delta became so close," I said. "Dan and I met them at the same time," George informed me. "We were introduced to them together. All of our dating was doubling with each other. Even our weddings and honeymoons were together. It's no wonder that our kids are so tight, they have always been together. The girls are just taking it another step farther than their moms." "Well Chuck, the reason we wanted to get together with you tonight was to tell you that we're happy you're going to be our son-in-law. You seem to be able to handle our daughters and have made them happy. We want to help you guys out while you're in school. We know your Dad is going to help but we want to make sure you guys have what you need while you're in school. You still don't even have a car. Just tell us how we can help." I told them, "don't need a car. Both girls have a car and so far we have only needed one. If that changes in St. Louis, we'll bring a second car up there or buy one. After we get moved up there, you guys may have to help out with the house. So far we have figured on not renting it out until we have everything moved and settled down. It's too late to rent it out for the fall semester so we may end up renting it to non-university people. Anyway, I think we have pretty much everything we need. We may need some money help initially up there but we have a good chunk saved up between us." "Let us know okay?" George said. "Don't wait till you're in trouble," Dan added. George then finished his beer and looked at me, "what about rings?" "Got 'em. I think we're ready for the circus to begin," I laughed. Dan chimed in with, "yep a three ring circus all right." And we all laughed. When I got home there was a bunch of suitcases lined up in the living room near the door. The two girls came out of the bedroom in baby doll pajamas. "We're ready," Delta announced. "Our clothes are all packed. Yours too. We'll put our toiletries in a makeup case in the morning and we are finished." While they were telling me this, they were leading me to the bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. They helped me out of my clothes then pushed me onto the bed. Trish said huskily, "tonight is our turn to make you ours. This is almost the last night we'll have as a single couple. Or would that be group." We kissed and kissed. It was frustrating I couldn't hold them with my left arm. I had to lie on my back and could only touch one of them at a time. They didn't seem to mind as they smothered me with loving touches. Our lovemaking continued till the wee hours of the morning. In the morning they helped me bath and dress. We straightened up the house and were ready to leave by nine. A large van came to pick us up. It was big enough for George, Cecile, Dan and Carol plus our luggage and us. Since St. Louis was the nearest large airport that's where we headed. A couple of hours later, we were at Lambert Airport getting ready to board a huge DC-4 airliner. We were all seated in the front of the airplane in a separate first class area. As soon as we were seated, stewardesses were asking us what we wanted to drink. The girls had Bloody Marys while I had a Coke. I was too nervous for booze. This flight was a first for me. I wondered how all my family was going to enjoy flying. Hope they were not as nervous as I was. The flight was uneventful. The food was excellent and we ended up drinking champagne, toasting all of us for the upcoming event. The hostesses were very attentive and kept our glasses full till we had to say stop. When we checked into the Desert Inn I thought the bellhops were mobbing us. Apparently the three dads had made an impression on the hotel staff. We were being treated like celebrities. We went all the way to top floor where we were shown to a huge suite. There was a living room on an outside wall that was all glass looking out over all of Las Vegas. Even with the long flight it was still sunny outside since we were now two hours earlier than the mid-west. The girls had just finished unpacking and hanging up our clothes when my folks came. Not only my folks, but also all of my sisters, my oldest sister's husband and their baby, and both of my brothers were there. I guess this was a big deal. Mom and my sisters fondled over me with my wrapped up shoulder and arm. All my hugs were reserved and gentle. It was amazing how excited they all were. Funny how you don't recognize how important something like this is to others. Trish, Delta and I had been together for a good while and we knew we were committed to continue to be together. Getting married was a ceremony for others to witness, not necessarily for us. We were already totally committed to each other. This was just going to be a proclamation of that commitment. We all went to the dining room for supper. My brother Danny kept calling it "his brother's Last Supper." Carl wanted to know if I was going to have a bachelor party. I assured them that there would not be any wild parties. My life was one continuous party. George, Dan and Dad said I was no fun and they wanted to have one final party with me. I was leery of their intentions and looked at the girls with questioning raised eyebrows. Trish just said, "oh go ahead and go out with them. Besides tonight we have to sleep separately. You know, wedding tradition." Just as the six of us were leaving, we were met by three of my uncles and four of my cousins. Knowing how wild they all were, I had reservations about the evening. The third bar we went into was some kind of nightclub with skimpily dressed waitresses. My crowd was being the country bumpkins they really were goggle eyeing the girls. I was trying to drink slowly, as I knew my alcohol resistance was not very good. So far, everyone else was getting fired up enough to not notice, Fanfare music started then on a low stage a lady in a slinky red halter dress came out and sang a real torch song. Then toward the end of the song she started undoing her clothes. Oh my, I was going to see a real live strip show. She pulled one of the ends tied behind her neck then raised her hands in the air. The dress slowly slid down her body, first disclosing her large breasts then her flat stomach and then a garter belt, panties and stockings. She strutted and whirled around the dance floor then sexily walked to our table. She stopped right in front of me where I had my chair turned away from the table to watch the slow. "So is this the guy who's getting married tomorrow?" She asked with a sexy voice. The others at the table all replied loudly that I was that guy. She put her hands on my shoulders. When I winced from the pressure on my left shoulder she apologized, "I'm sorry Hun, I didn't mean to hurt you." I smiled at her showing her I was fine now. She waved her big breasts in my face then sat on my lap. "I think I know who you are. Did you play basketball in college a couple of years ago?" She asked while playing with my shirt buttons. It was kind of difficult to speak with some strange giant breasts in my face. "I played for the last three years," I said, drooling a little. "I was a cheerleader at a game you couldn't miss the basket. I think you hit every shot you took including every free throw," She said looking at me. "That must have been the Kansas State game at the March tournament," I said. "I had a pretty good game." "Shoot, I guess so. Every one of us cheerleaders wanted to jump your bones. That was the game all right. You were so good you were sexy to us. Well I've got you now." As she said this she turned and put my face between her two giant mummeries and pressed them into my ears. The entire audience who hooting and hollering. I was red faced because of the attention. My brothers who were sitting on each side of me were absolutely drooling at the dancer's actions. She had been wiggling around on my lap till my normal reaction was pressing up into her panties. "Ooh is that for me?" She asked sexily. "How about we meet when I get off work and we'll both get off." My brothers were basket cases over the girl. She gave me a big smooch then pressed herself against me. I whispered in her ear, "you want to do something for me? Play with my two brothers next to me. If you tease them like this they'll probably wet their pants. Then they will follow you anywhere." "Gotcha honey, I'll take care of it," she said as she smooched me again, waving her breasts in my face battering my nose and lips with her big nipples. She stepped away from the table reached down into her panties then slowly pulled out a long red scarf. Once the scarf was out of her panties, she wrapped it around her waist like a short towel. She sauntered up to Carl and stood spread legged in front of him. Grinning at him she took his hands then put them under the scarf and brought them down her legs dragging her panties down until they would not go any lower. She was now bent over with her giant bosom right in his face. He was swooning. She stood up, put her hands on her hips and shook her big boobs back and forth, never losing eye contact with Carl. The dancer moved her legs together and let the stretched panties fall to her high-heeled feet. She stepped over to Danny and stood in front of him. You couldn't see anything but you just knew her pussy was naked underneath the scarf. She started a strippers bump and grind, moving right up to Danny's face. Then straddling him she sat on his lap pushing her breasts into his chest. She wiggled around a couple of seconds till Danny was gasping then stood up and sexily walked back to the stage. She danced around a little more then stood spread legged with her hands on her hips. With a jerk, she pulled the scarf away from her hips showing the audience that she was still covered with very tiny G-string panties. She turned; looking over her shoulder as the audience all drooled over her rounded cheeks then strutted through the curtain. The applause was loud and long. As it started to die down a hand came back out of the curtain holding what looked like the G-string she had been wearing. Once again the applause was loud and long. Everyone at our table thought it had been a great show. Dad said he was impressed that she remembered me. George and Dan said they wished they could tell the girls how popular I was but promised to not say a word. My brothers were still mesmerized by the teasing the dancer had done. I guess that's why they call it a strip tease. As we left the club, the dancer, dressed in regular street clothes came up to me. "I was serious. Do you want a final fling before getting married? I'd love to be that fling." I smiled at her, "Naw, I think I better save up. My new wife will want everything I have. Thanks anyway." "Good luck honey. You're a good guy to turn me down. Bye," she said with a sad smile. We all went back to the hotel where Sissy was waiting for me, holding my pajamas in her hand. She said I should come to their suite, as there was room for me there. We walked across the hall and I went with her to a big bedroom with a king size bed. Sally and Christine were already in bed. Sissy told me to hurry into the bathroom, put on my PJs and come to bed. We all snuggled up together, just like when they were little girls. Good thing they were my sisters as they sure didn't feel like little girls any more. The next morning we had a great breakfast then I was banished from our suite again with my clothes. This time I went to Mom and Dad's room to shower and get ready. We were going to use the hotel's wedding chapel for the event. Mom told me that Cecile and Carol had made arrangements for the two ceremonies. Everything was planned. George and Dan came to the room and then with Mom and Dad we took the elevator down to the main floor. We went back to the large wedding chapel and into a little room next to it. There a man introduced himself as Reverend Marten, the Presbyterian Minister who was doing the ceremony. He told me how the ceremony would happen and what I needed to do then left to instruct the others. An usher told me to come out and I went to the altar flanked by my two brothers. Mom and Dad were sitting in the front row with one of my Aunts and Uncles. The place was pretty well filled up with my family and some of those that I knew were Trish and Delta's families. The wedding march started and first my sisters came walking down the aisle carrying flowers. They were wearing white lacey dresses with matching veils. I thought veils were only for the bride. Next came Delta on Dan's arm, then Trish walking with a smiling George. The girls were dressed in the same lacey fitted white dresses not the usual bulky wedding dress. They each had a veil and were carrying white bouquets with a single red rose in the middle. Trish and I stood before the minister while he conducted the ceremony. We did the I do's, put the rings on then kissed. The group applauded. We walked back down the aisle then waited outside the door till everyone had come out of the chapel. Carol announced that the wedding party needed to come back into the chapel for photographs. She told the others to go to the banquet room and have refreshments till we got there. The minister was still standing at the altar when we returned. My whole family along with Trish and Delta's folks were there to witness this special ceremony. Delta and I went in front of the minister where he conducted the same ceremony for us as he had for Trish and I. Then he had Delta, Trish and I hold our left hands together and he had some special words for us praying that we would have a long and loving life together. We three kissed each other then hugged tightly. I had to squeeze my eyes to keep the tears from running. I was very emotional. All of the ladies were weeping with happiness for us. The minister congratulated us then instructed us how to pose for a photographer that had come into the room. The reception, dinner and party were a blast. We danced for hours. Finally at seven o'clock Trish, Delta and I were ushered up to our room where our bags had already been packed. We were told to change into the clothes that were laid out. We changed then were ushered back down to the banquet room then out some doors in the back of it. A limousine was waiting for us. The entire group from the wedding and reception was waiting for us also. They threw rice at us as we entered the car. My dad handed me a fat envelope, followed by Dan then George doing the same. They all told us to have a good time and they would all see us when we got back. Dad then gave me an envelope with what he said were our tickets. As car pulled away from the hotel, Trish, Delta and I looked at each other and we all asked at the same time. "What's going on?" I opened the envelope with the tickets and found three airline tickets to San Francisco and a ticket for three people on a cruise to Alaska. We were stunned. We looked into the envelopes our Dad's had given us. The envelope my Dad had given me had a bankbook in it. The balance said ten thousand dollars. Along with it was five hundred dollars in cash. I felt pretty guilty. Just a couple of years ago, Mom and Dad were having to count change and now they just gave me more than what they used to make in a year. I sure hope they didn't short themselves. Mom and Dad seemed like they were fine though. Trish opened hers to find a bankbook with another ten thousand in it plus she had a thousand cash. Delta found the exact same thing in hers. She said she knew that they had at least a thousand from all the wedding dances that we had done. That meant at that second, we had thirty-two thousand five hundred dollars plus our substantial savings back home. This was a fortune. I still had a couple hundred dollars in my wallet and I knew each of the girls had that much. We were excited to fly again and to be going on a cruise. The flight and the cruise were first class. We spent a lot of time enjoying each other and having fun on the cruise ship. We enjoyed seeing the beautiful coast line when we would be close to it and were fascinated by the glacier with the large chunks of ice falling into the sea. We all agreed that when we had the opportunity we wanted to come up to Alaska on land and see it up close. Ten days later we were moving to St. Louis. Trish and Delta had been accepted into the graduate program at the University and awarded graduate staff positions. I was introduced to my professors and given my schedule. We went to the bookstore where we collectively spent almost five hundred dollars for books. That was as much as I spent for all of my undergraduate books. We were settled into a very nice two-bedroom apartment now furnished with our queen-sized bed and decorated by Cecile and Carol. We were going to need the extra bedroom as the two moms were going to be visiting often. We were lucky because we were within very short walking distance to the university buildings and the hospital. We had taken advantage of the opportunity of our lives and our new life was beginning. More opportunities would come. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2008-02-24 Last Modified: 2008-06-14 / 09:08:32 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------