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Egg Nog The Full Story (Fb, 1st, ped)
����by Uncle Sky


Chapter 1


This story took place many years ago. It was back in the days when young
boys delivered newspapers either walking or on their bikes. It was a
time when those boys actually had to go to each customer's house or
apartment and collect payment weekly. I was such a boy.


I was twelve years old and had only been delivering papers for a little
over a month. I was an average twelve year old I guess. Not tall. Not
short. Not fat. Not thin. Certainly not an athlete. Just your average
kid like so many others that you'd have passed without noticing. I
wanted the job to earn money. It was hard work and took a lot of time.
But the money would be mine and I was going to be allowed to spend it
any way I wanted.


I had about 100 customers. It sounds like a lot for a kid but I lived in
a city where there were apartment houses mixed in with single and
multiple family houses. My route only covered one city block. But on
that block there was one huge building that had a couple of hundred
apartments in it. Most of my customers lived there.


I usually collected on Saturday. I had more time and there were more
people home. But there were some customers who were not home weekends.
It was their day off and they went out to have fun or to visit friends
and family. For them I found I had to collect on Friday evening. This
all started on the Friday after Thanksgiving. November 28th, 1947. A
date I'll never forget.


I went to the apartment building and started collecting from the ones
who seemed to never be there on the weekend. I also tried the ones who
were behind on their payments. Miss Griffin was one of those. I'd only
been delivering to her for one month and she was three weeks behind. My
district manager said that was the limit. Either she paid that week or
we stopped delivering the paper.


I'd never been in that situation before. How does a kid tell an adult to
pay up or else? And a pretty lady like Miss Griffin at that. Oh yeah,
she was pretty. She was in her early twenties and blonde with blue eyes.
Her hair was long and always looked nice. It kind of reminded me of
Veronica Lake. Her body was the stuff dreams are made of. Wet dreams.
She was what they call petite. That means not much taller than I was and
slim. Except for her tits. She had tits. To me they looked huge. Looking
back I would guess they were only about a C cup or a little more but wow
were they nice. And her ass was a sight to behold when she was walking
away from you.


Miss Griffin always seemed to be wearing something that showed off her
tits to their best advantage. There was a lot of cleavage and a lot of
the boys in the neighborhood thought she didn't wear a bra. In those
days that was scandalous. We all thought she was a sex goddess. When she
walked by, mouths watered and little dicks grew hard.


At age twelve I was still a virgin. The only sex I had experienced was
with my hand and even that was something new for me. I'd seen some sex
books I found when I was babysitting at my mother's friend's house one
night. So I knew what sex was and some of the things adults did but had
never seen a real live naked woman. But boy did I want to. And that
brings me to the Friday after Thanksgiving.


As I knocked on her door that Friday evening, I was nervous. No. I was
scared. What should I say? How would she act? I knocked lightly at
first. No answer. I could hear some music coming from behind the door so
I knocked harder. That did it. The door opened and I very nearly
fainted.


There stood Miss Griffin wearing a very light and wispy sort of gown
with a robe of similar material over it. Even with both on there was
little left to the imagination. The robe was open and her tits were
spilling out over the top of the gown. The gown and robe came to just
below her knees. I could see a shadow in her crotch and a dark spot over
each of her tits. All her wonderful curves were there for me to see. I
was speechless for a minute.


She smiled and spoke. I didn't hear what she said. The blood was
pounding in my ears. She repeated herself and it finally came through
the fog.


"What is it you want?"


The little devil on my shoulder wanted to tell her exactly what I wanted
but I managed to keep that my little secret.


"I'm collecting for the paper ma'm. You owe for three weeks and my boss
said I have to be paid tonight or he'll cancel your service."


It had all kind of tumbled out in a rush as she smiled at me. I wasn't
even sure I'd said it out loud. She opened the door further and stepped
to the side.


"Oh I'm sorry. Please come in and I'll see if I have the money for you.
Here, sit on the couch and have some egg nog while I go look."


She handed me a cup of egg nog that had been sitting on the table and I
took it and sat down. I was still dazed by her beauty and sexiness. She
made no move to cover herself as she walked to the other room. The light
showed through her gown and robe and outlined her crotch. My dick
started to grow. I tried to take my mind off her body by drinking the
egg nog. It was delicious but it would take more than that to divert my
attention from her obvious charms


I heard her rummaging around in the other room and after a few minutes
she returned and sat down next to me on the couch. I could feel the heat
from her body as she pressed her hip against mine.


"I'm so sorry. I just can't seem to find any cash around here. Isn't
there some way I could get you to give me more time? I really need the
paper every day and don't want it cancelled."


As she spoke, her hand settled on my knee. It felt like it was burning
me. My little dick was growing fast. and poking up in my pants. I was
wearing shorts and prayed that she wouldn't notice anything. Her hand on
my bare thigh was soft and as we sat looking at each other it seemed to
be moving upwards.


"I really wish I could help you Miss Griffin, but I can't go against my
boss."


Her hand slid slowly up my thigh towards the edge of my shorts as she
continued.


"It isn't really that much money. Couldn't you cover it for me until I
can repay you? I'd be so very grateful for your help."


By then her hand was under the edge of my shorts and showed no sign of
stopping. Even at twelve I was getting the message. If I did what she
wanted maybe she would do what I wanted. Nah, not likely.


"I don't know Miss Griffin. Maybe I could cover for a while. I could pay
your bill but it'd only be for a little while. If my boss found out I'd
be in big trouble."


Her hand was now under the leg of my shorts and touching my balls
through my underwear. I jumped as I felt her touch. I was so afraid she
would stop once I gave in, but she didn't.


"Oh thank you so much. You're being so nice to me I think I should
reward you. Let me see now. What could I do to show you how grateful I
am? I owe you for three weeks right?"


I was holding very still hoping she wouldn't stop what she was doing. My
voice almost cracked when I answered her.


"Yes ma'm. Three weeks."


Suddenly she removed her hand from my shorts. I slumped down in
disappointment. I was sure she had decided to stop and I wanted her to
keep touching me. She looked down at my crotch and could see my little
dick sticking up inside my shorts. It was small but it was hard and I
needed to cum. Boy was I hot.


"What in the world is that sticking up in your pants sonny? Is that your
little dicky all excited?"


My face was red and burning with embarrent. I couldn't answer her. I
don't think she really expected me to.


"Well why don't I help you out with your little problem as long as
you're helping me out with mine?"


I sat there in shock as she reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, then
grabbing them at the sides she started to pull them down. Lucky I
listened to my mother about clean underpants. This may not have been an
accident but someone was sure going to see them. I raised my hips a
little to let her pull my shorts and underpants down. My dick stuck
strait up in the air and was throbbing.


"My goodness that looks almost painful. Would you like me to help you
out? I could make you feel real nice and relieve the swelling in that
little thing if you want me to."


I was petrified. All I could do was nod my head yes. My eyes were big as
saucers as I watched her hand approach my dick. Before I knew it she had
wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed it gently. I sighed and
leaned back on the couch as she began to slide her hand up and down my
dick. She ran a finger of her other hand over the tip and smeared a drop
of precum that she found there, all over the head. I didn't last long.
Just a few strokes and I exploded. It happened too fast for her to catch
my cum in anything so it went all over her hand and arm and some got on
my legs.


"Ooops. That was quick wasn't it? Here let me clean you off."


She reached over to the table and got some tissues. She very gently
cleaned my dick and then my legs and finally her hand. When it was all
cleaned up she threw the tissues away and I started to pull up my
shorts.


"Wait a minute now. That was for the first week. There are still two
weeks to go. By the way sonny, what ever is your name? If we're going to
get personal like this I should know your name at least."


"It's Bobby, Miss Griffin."


"Well Bobby, what do you think I should do now for the second week? Is
there something you'd like me to do?"


Don't ask me where in the world I got the courage. I haven't the
slightest idea. All I know is that the words tumbled out of my mouth
before I could stop them.


"You could let me play with your breasts, Miss Griffin. I'd really like
that."


She sat back a little and smiled a big wide smile. I thought at first I
was in trouble but then she reached up and opened her robe and then her
gown. She let them fall down around her waist and sat there with those
beautiful tits staring at me. I was frozen in place. I didn't dare move.
I was afraid she'd change her mind or I'd do something stupid and make
her mad. So I just looked. No I didn't drool. But I felt as if I did.

"Are you a little nervous Bobby? It's alright. Just reach out and touch
them. Be gentle but go ahead and play with them."


I still hesitated until she reached over and took both my hands in hers
and placed them on her breasts. I sat there with my pants down and my
hands full of tits. I wondered if that was what they meant by heaven. I
sure thought so. She let go of my hands so I started to move them
around. I rubbed her tits gently like she said. I could feel the nipples
getting hard under my palms. I rolled them between my fingers as they
got harder and began to stick up like tiny dicks.


"Mmm. That feels nice Bobby. Would you like to taste them? Go ahead and
suck on one of them. I bet you'd like that and I know I would too."


She reached over and put one hand behind my head and pulled me to her
chest. I opened my mouth and put it around a nipple. I started to suck
like a baby. This was too much. I couldn't believe this was happening. I
played with one tit with my fingers and sucked on the other one. I
wiggled my tongue over the nipple and she moaned. I guessed she liked
that. I continued doing that for a while until she kind of shivered and
then pulled my head away. She sighed and took my hand off the other tit
too. It was over but I was happy as a clam.


"Did you enjoy that Bobby?"


"You bet I did. That was the first time I ever touched a tit er I'm
sorry, I meant breast."


"That's okay Bobby. We're friends now so you can call them tits if you
want to. You know I enjoyed that too. It made me cum a little bit. Now
let's see. That makes two weeks out of three that I've thanked you for.
That leaves one more. Hmm. What could I do for that last week now."


She sat there giving it some thought. I had a few ideas but she didn't
seem to really want my ideas and I would have been afraid to ask her any
way. At that point I was thinking of that shadow between her legs. I
really wanted to play with that. I sat there waiting with my dick hard
and sticking up again. Playing with her tits had given me another
hardon. Then she looked at my dick and smiled again.


"I know just the thing to repay you for being so nice."


And just like that she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth. If I
hadn't been jerked off just a few minutes earlier I would've cum right
then. But I was able to hold off. It wasn't easy but I managed. She
reached over and started to play with my balls as she sucked my dick. I
wasn't very big in those days so she was able to get all of it in her
mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked and I nearly went
crazy. I knew what this was. It was my first blow job. Miss Griffin was
sucking my dick. And at the rate she was going I would be cuming in no
time.


She was very gentle with my balls and it felt great and so did her mouth
and tongue working on my dick. She kept a steady pace up and down on it
as she sucked softly and tickled the head with her tongue. I thought she
had done that several times before because she was very good at it. It
didn't take too long for me to start moaning and pumping my hips up at
her mouth.

"You better stop Miss Griffin. I'm going to cum now. You better stop. Oh
God I'm cumiiinnng!"


I could just see a little smile as she sucked harder instead of pulling
off. She squeezed my balls at the same time and I shot off in her mouth.
She took it all. Well okay there wasn't that much but she took all I
gave her and then really surprised me. She swallowed. I never heard of
such a thing. She swallowed my cum and then licked her lips and grinned
at me.


"Mmmm. That was delicious Bobby. Thank you for the snack."


"Uh, thank you Miss Griffin. I really liked that."


"Well Bobby. That takes care of three weeks so I guess we're done for
now. You better get going or your folks will be worried about where you
are."


"Yes, Miss Griffin. I guess you're right. I better go. I'll take care of
covering your bill as soon as I get home. Thank you for the egg nog and
er ah the rest. I really liked it."


"You're very welcome Bobby. You be sure to stop in next week and collect
for the paper. I'll try to have the money for you and I'll be sure to
have more egg nog ready too."


I stepped out the door and she closed it. I just stood there for a
minute trying to be sure it wasn't just a dream. I felt my dick and
balls. No. It wasn't a dream. I really had been there and enjoyed it
very much. I skipped all the way home and thought about the next week. I
wondered if she would have the money or if she would give me some more
egg nog.


The days crawled by. I wanted to see her again and watched when I
delivered her paper. But she was never around. I saw her from a distance
one day as she was leaving the building but she didn't see me. Just the
sight of her made my dick hard.


I wanted to tell my friends. I had sex with the sex goddess. Well sort
of any way. And I wanted to brag about it. All the guys bragged about
sex stuff. We all knew it was bull but it was fun to listen. I almost
told my closest friend Teddy but at the last minute I realized it would
be wrong. I didn't want to do anything to spoil it so I kept my mouth
shut.


Finally it was Friday, December 5th and time to go collect again. My
folks seemed a little surprised at my eagerness to go. I normally was
slow about it. I didn't really like going door to door asking for
payment. But this Friday I couldn't wait for dinner to be over. I gulped
down my food and excused myself from the table and was out the door
almost before they said yes.


I knew I had to do some collecting or there would be questions so I ran
to the building and made several stops as fast as I could. I moved
through the halls as if I was being chased. At last I had enough to make
it look as if I was on the job like I was supposed to be. Then I went to
Miss Griffin's apartment.


I was nervous again. What if she had the money? What if she had changed
her mind about what we did and sent me away? What if she was mad? My
mind was in turmoil as I reached up and knocked on the door. This time
she opened it right away. It was as if she had been waiting for me. She
had a big smile on her face as she invited me in.


"Come on in Bobby. I almost forgot you were coming tonight. Please sit
down and help yourself to some egg nog. I'll go see if I have your money
this week. It's up to four weeks now, right?"


"Yes ma'm."


I sat down and poured a cup of egg nog from the pitcher that was on the
table. I was thinking she was going to pay me this time. She was wearing
a nice dress that showed off her figure but was more like you would wear
to go out than for around the house. All I had been able to see was her
cleavage and her ass wiggling as she walked away from me. But that was
enough to get me hard again.


It seemed to take her a long time. I'd finished the cup of egg nog when
she finally came out, but she wasn't wearing the dress any more.


"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting Bobby. I just had to get out of that
dress and into something more comfortable. Do you like my new gown?"


She was wearing a slinky gown that was held up by thin straps. The top
just barely covered her nipples and showed off most of her tits. When
she walked it clung to her body and showed the shape of her hips and
legs. She turned around to show me the gown and it outlined her ass very
clearly.


"Yes Ma'm. It's very nice and you look beautiful in it."


My mother always told me to be nice and complement ladies on their
clothes. She said it was the polite thing to do. It seemed to please
Miss Griffin. She smiled and after she sat down next to me she leaned
over and kissed me. She kissed me! On the mouth! Okay, it was just a
little peck but geeze it was a big deal for me. I had never been kissed
by anyone on the mouth like that. I almost passed out I was so excited.


"Thank you, Bobby. It was very nice of you to say that. But now after
you being so nice to me I have to tell you I don't have your money
again. You must think I'm a terrible person. Will you have to cancel my
subscription now? Or can we find a way to keep the papers coming? Is
there some way I can make it up to you?"


"Well. I guess I could cover for you again. As long as my boss doesn't
find out I guess it'll be okay."


"Oh but Bobby, if you take that risk for me I just have to reward you in
some way. That would only be fair. Did you like the rewards I gave you
last week? We could do that again if you want to. Would that be enough
of a reward for you?"


"Yes Miss Griffin. That would be very nice. I liked what we did last
time very much. It'd be a great reward for me. But did you like it too,
Miss Griffin? I mean if you don't like it I won't mind not doing it
again."


"Bobby, Bobby. Yes I liked it too or I wouldn't do it. I enjoyed playing
with you and I'd like to do it again. But Bobby. If we're going to be
friends and play together I think you should call me Linda. I mean Miss
Griffin is so formal for two friends that play together like we do,
don't you think?"


"Yes Miss Gri... I mean Linda. I'd like that very much."


She'd already reached over and started to take off my shorts. I lifted
up and in one sweep she had my shorts and underpants down around my
ankles. My little dick was at attention again waiting for what I hoped
would come next. Sure enough she took hold of it with one hand and
cupped my balls with the other and started to jack me off. But there was
a difference this time. I had cheated.


Just before dinner that night I'd gone into the bathroom and jacked off.
I hoped that it would make it easier for me to last when she did it.
That is, if she did it. And there she was working on me just like the
first time. I leaned back and watched as she stroked up and down on my
dick. Her hand covered it easily and on the upstroke she let her palm
rub over the head a little. After a few strokes there was some precum
oozing out of the slit at the tip of my dick and she again smeared it
around with her finger. Boy did that feel good.


As I started to get close I let my head drop back on the couch and
closed my eyes. I pictured her tits as I'd seen them the week before
with my hands on them. It was all I needed and I could feel the cum
starting to rise up through my dick. I warned her and she grabbed some
tissues to catch my cum this time. She was just in time as I gushed out
in several spurts into the tissue. When I stopped she cleaned off the
tip of my dick and threw the tissue away.


"There you are Bobby. That's for week one just like last time. Now it's
your turn for week two. Do you remember what to do?"


"I sure do Linda."


I reached up and slipped the straps of her gown down off her shoulders
and pulled the whole gown down to her waist. There they were. Her tits
were sticking up as proud as could be with the nipples already starting
to get hard. I put a hand on each of them and rubbed lightly at first.
Then I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth. I licked it and
sucked on it and even nibbled a little bit. All the time I was doing
that I was rolling her other nipple between my fingers. As I nibbled on
one I pinched the other just a little. She moaned low in her throat. I
guessed she liked it.


"A little harder Bobby. Please. Harder."


Having been brought up to obey my elders I did as she said and bit
harder and pinched harder. It must have been the right thing to do
because she moaned and called out and then shivered like the last time.
After a minute or so she took my hands away from her tits and just held
them for a moment.


"Thank you Bobby. That was just what I needed. I had a nice little
orgasm just from your hands and mouth."


I grinned from ear to ear and I bet my chest grew two sizes I was so
proud of myself.


"That was for week two Bobby. I guess it's time for week three. Do you
want the same reward as last week?"


"Oh yes please Linda. That was fantastic. Please do it again."


The words were barely out of my mouth before she bent down and took my
dick deep into her mouth. Her lips caressed the shaft as she bobbed up
and down on my twelve year old dick. I could feel her tongue swirling
around the head as she sucked on it. I'd cum twice in the last few hours
and so it was more enjoyable than the previous week. I was able to sit
back and relax with my head resting on the back of the couch and my eyes
closed.


I opened my eyes every now and then to look down at Linda's face as she
gobbled my dick. It was fantastic watching her push down until her nose
was nestled in the small amount of hair around my dick. I could feel her
breath on my wet dick as she exhaled on the up stroke. And all the while
she was gently squeezing my balls with that talented hand of hers. Yes I
held out longer than the week before. But not long enough. It was over
way too soon as I reached my second orgasm of the last hour.


Linda let my dick slip from her luscious lips and then cleaned it with
her tongue. She had swallowed my cum and smiled as she licked her lips.
Then she leaned over and kissed me long but softly on the lips.


"Well Bobby, that takes care of the third week. But there's still week
four. What do you think I could do for week four? Let me think now. What
would a nice boy like you want from an old lady like me that would make
it worth you risking your job? Hmm. You're covering four weeks for me
now so it has to be something special doesn't it?"


I agreed with her but then everything she'd done with me was special. I
knew what I wanted from her but I didn't have the guts to ask her for
it. I sat there waiting as she thought about what she could do for me. I
trusted her to come up with something very special and she finally did.
When she looked me in the eye and told me what to do I nearly passed
out. But that will have to wait for the next chapter.


The end of Chapter 1.


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HAPPY? (Chapter 57)

It was a month after Warren's first encounter with Alexa, just before
Halloween, and she had kept her word.

It had been a whirlwind. Four different girls, besides Alexa, and all
had left raving. Warren had thought about that. He supposed he should be
getting a big head by now. He wasn't. He was glad about that. He enjoyed
it. He liked to see the lady he was in bed with satisfied. It wasn't any
big gift, it wasn't any secret. It was just caring that his partner
enjoyed herself. Apparently, from some of the stories that he was hearing,
he was in the minority. But, it really was important to him. He knew why,
too. Alexa had asked him that.

"Warren, you know I've told you that most guys don't put so much
emphasis on a girl's pleasure. Why do you?"

"Different reasons. It's a combination. First, I'm that kind of guy,
anyway, I suppose. Second, I had a good teacher." He smiled at that.

"Sophia?"

"Sophia. Third, when you spend the first threeplus years of your
sexual life making love, exclusively with one brief exception, to someone
you are totally in love with, it becomes important."

"You were so in love with her, her pleasure was important to you."

"Right. And, the fourth reason, is that I got lucky the first time."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Sophia had had five different partners, over two years, before
me. And, on our first night together, I gave her her very first
nonselfinduced orgasm. In fact, I gave her her first three that night.
And it was completely out of instinct, I had little idea what I was doing,
I just guessed right. But the look on her face, after the first one? I
will never forget that. It's stayed with me."

Alexa sat for a minute, looking at Warren. "I understand, now. I think
it's a wonderful thing. She gave you a great gift, you know." She sighed.
"But, whenever you talk about her, your eyes get grey. Did you know that?"

Warren laughed. "My eyes are hazel. They change color according to my
mood."

"I figured that. My little sister has hazel eyes. They don't get grey
much, though. Only when she's in a lot of pain." She took a deep breath.
"Warren, I suppose I thought that, if I got you a lot of girls, you'd
forget about Sophia. But that's not going to happen, is it?"

"No."

"I guess I was also hoping that one of them would sweep you off your
feet."

"Sorry. Hey, if you didn't do it......" They both laughed. "But, you
need to know this. It has made things better. I'm not over Sophia, no,
but at least I'm not sitting in my room every night staring at the walls. I
go out. I have fun. I go to bed and have fun. Alexa, it is fun,
especially with you, and it's been a great help. Getting me over Sophia is
out of the question. Keeping me from feeling sorry for myself has been
accomplishment enough, believe me. Thank you."

"You're welcome, and I'm glad of that."

"I need to get to the rink."

"I'll come watch." She often did.

When they got to the rink, and Warren had changed into his practice
clothes and skates, and was warming up on the ice, Alexa stood by the
boards.

"Warren?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you still come and practice, twice a week, by yourself?"

"It's good exercise. The ice time is paid for."

"Would you ever skate with anyone else?"

"No."

"So, you're still hoping, aren't you?"

"I suppose. This is her ice time, too. I guess I always hope she'll
show up. Meantime, it is good exercise. And I like to skate, as long as
it's by myself. Too bad there's not a singles ice dance."

"What about regular singles skating?"

Warren laughed. "You obviously have never seen my feeble attempts at
jumping!"

Alexa grinned at that. "How long has it been since you skated with
Sophia?"

"A while. We did both times during orientation week, and during the
first week of class. The next couple of weeks, we didn't, because I was so
busy. Then she dumped me."

"You hardly saw her at all those first three weeks of class before she
dumped you, right?"

"Right. I was rather unprepared for my workload. I thought I went to a
tough high school. In fact, I did go to a tough high school. I think I
overreached, though, when I planned my classes for this semester. And it
hit me like a ton of bricks."

"And Sophia didn't handle it well."

"What do you think? She's not here, right?"

"Did you explain it to her?"

"I tried."

Alexa thought for a minute. She knew she was about to push the
envelope, here, but she felt she needed to. "Warren, did you study a lot
in high school?"

"Oh, yeah."

"How did Sophia handle it then?"

"A lot better. Of course, I studied at her house more than I studied
anywhere else."

"Warren, why couldn't you do that here?"

"Huh?"

"Study together. It might have helped."

"Well, we both had roommates. She had her own room at home. Senior
year, after her stepfather and stepsister moved in, she moved into the
basement. We had all the privacy in the world. I practically moved in."

"You could have found a way around that. We're talking about studying,
not sex. There are other places. Besides which, Tim is hardly ever in
your room."

"True. I don't know, I guess. I just got overwhelmed with the
workload, and didn't handle it well. I needed a while to ramp up my time
management. It's better now."

"Warren," she took a deep breath. "I need to say this. Your breakup
with Sophia was not all her fault."

"I suppose you're right. Although breaking up, after all the time we
were together, was an extreme overreaction"

"Maybe so, but if you can take some responsibility, what that means is
thisif you go to her, it wouldn't be the complete act of surrender you
seem to think it is."

"Alexa, you're too fucking logical for my own good."

She laughed at that. Warren continued, "Are you trying to get rid of
me?"

"You're my friend. I care about you. I want you to be happy. You're
not going to be truly happy until you get back together with Sophia. And
don't tell me 'it's over' or 'I have to forget her' because you haven't
forgotten her, and it's not over, not in your mind, and the proof of that
is you being here, on this ice."

"YOU TELL HIM!" came a bellow from behind him. He turned. It was his
floormate, Papa Bear.

"Hi, Paul." Alexa greeted him.

"Hiya, beautiful. You too, LobsterBreath."

"Why do you call him that?" Alexa asked.

"He's from Boston. They eat lobster there, don't they?"

"I love lobster," Warren interjected. "Papa Bear, what the hell are you
doing here?"

"Looking for you. Tim told me where you were. I forgot it was your
'glide around the ice aimlessly and hope Sophia shows up' day."

Warren couldn't help but laugh. "You saw through me, too?"

"Of course. Papa Bear is allknowing, allseeing." He had worked his
way to the stands, and planted himself next to Alexa. "Like I said, I was
looking for you. I wanted to hang out, see if you wanted to go find
something other than dorm slop for supper."

"That sounds appealing."

"You too, Lex, if you want."

"Naaah. After I watch Twinkletoes twirl the ice a few times, I have
stuff to do."

"Too bad. You brighten the scenery." Alexa giggled at him. She had
gotten to know Paul pretty well through Warren, and was used to him.
"Anyhow, Warren, are you going to take this pretty girl's advice, or what?"


"Oh, I don't know. Look, remember, she dumped me for another guy. And
I have no idea if she is still with him, or what."

"She's not, I know that for a fact. I also have information that he was
gone five days after she dumped you, and that it was very unpleasant. But
I don't know any more specifics." Papa Bear informed him.

"I didn't know you knew this much. Where did you get this? Why didn't
you tell me?"

"I have my sources, and you never asked. I thought you knew. Shit,
Warren, you've seen her. I was with you, the last time, in the student
union last week. Did she look happy to you?"

"No. I think I need the whole story."

"Can you ask her roommate?" Alexa wondered.

"I don't know. I don't know Elise very well." Just then, he clapped his
hands together. "But I know who I can ask! I don't know her number at
school, but I can get it."

"Who?" Alexa asked.

"Jessie, that's who! And I happen to be going away this weekend. To
Chicago. To Northwestern, as a matter of fact, to see Crash."

"Aaaah," Paul said. Both Paul and Alexa knew all about Crash and
Jessie. "And Crash still talks to her."

"Regularly. They broke up, but that was just a convenience thing.
They've dated in college, but I know for a fact that they are looking very
forward to the Christmas reunion. And they talk all the time."

"So, while you're there, you'll have Crash call her and you'll pump her
for info."

"You got it, Papa Bear."



Sophia had barely thought of ice dancing since the breakup with Warren.
She only thought of it when someone goaded her about itusually her
mother. She had begun to dread the phone calls from home. She was just
picking up the phone for another one.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hello, sweetheart. Have you talked to Warren yet?"

Sophia sighed. "Do you have to start every conversation with the same
question?"

"Until you give me the answer I want, yes."

"It's not going to happen, Mother. It's over."

"Are you happy with that?"

Sophia didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought."

"Mom, it's complicated."

"How complicated can it be? You broke up with him. It was a mistake.
So you tell him that."

"It's not that easy."

"I have his cel phone number, you know."

"MOTHER! You would not DARE!"

"I'm tempted." Sophia heard Ellen's sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Sophia, you haven't done something this selfdestructive since....well,
since Scott."

"Breaking up with my boyfriend is selfdestructive?"

"Breaking up with your boyfriend on an impulse, and then regretting it
later and not doing anything about it, that is what is self destructive.
Plus, I know you're not taking care of yourself."

"What?"

"Last time I tried to call you, you weren't there. So, I had a little
chat with Elise. You know, Elise, your roommate? She says you're not
eating, you're not sleeping, you mope around all day, and you look like
something out of the night of the living dead. "

"She's exaggerating."

"Is she. Honey, please go talk to Warren. Fix this."

"Mom, it's unfixable. He deserves better than me."

Ellen took a deep breath. "Honey, do you really think that a guy who
put so much hard work into helping you build up your selfesteem would
agree with that?"

Sophia inhaled sharply at that.

"That's what I thought," Ellen said. "Think about it, Sophie. You
thought you weren't good enough for him once before, remember? He
disagreed with you then."

"That's different. I hadn't hurt him then."

"You're right about one thing. You did hurt him. But staying away from
him won't fix that hurt. For either of you."

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PLAYING TO WIN: PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II

by Reverend Cotton Mather



31 THE ROLLING LOVEMOBILE



By Christmas, I had received so many offers and calls from scouts and
coaches from around the country, that even I was convinced that I would be
able to play college soccer on a scholarship. Pick's offer sheet arrived,
and he followed up with several phone calls. Florida was offering me a
full scholarship, room and board, reimbursement for books and fees, plus an
employment package that would pay me for working about 10 hours a week in
one of the stadium gift shops.

I also got offers from Minnesota and Indiana in the Big Ten, from
Creighton, Maryland, Rhode Island, Boston College, UConn, NYU, Texas, UCLA,
Oregon, and Arizona. Some offers, I was sure, were a result of working
with Katrina Sorenno, who played on the UCLA women's team, and James
Bricker, the starting keeper for UConn, as well as Tasha Wallace of
Arizona, all of whom I knew from working for Duane Olchick over the summer.
I also got offers with incentives from other SEC schools, including some
under the table offers that were very generous. My dad thought those
offers were more to keep me from going to Pick's program than anything
else. He said that one scout from one of the schools had told him in
confidence that they were afraid Pick was building up a dynasty, kind of
like what John Wooden had built for the UCLA basketball program.

My parents knew, and probably Pick knew, but nobody else was aware that
I had every intention of signing up with Florida. Pick Cropper was the
first to show his faith in me, and he had Jesse Wilhoit playing for him. I
thought I would fit in well there.

My dad, meanwhile, was so happy that he wouldn't have to pony up for my
college education, that he broke into my college fund and bought me a nice
used car for Christmas, a two year old VW Rabbit. No more begging rides to
school from Jake or taking the dreaded school bus. Freedom! The only
problem was that the Rabbit had bucket seats in front, so Luscious couldn't
cuddle up next to me as we drove somewhere. The back seat was a little
cramped, too, not that it mattered much. Kay and I were just fooling
around a little. She had already made it quite clear that she wasn't about
to give up her virginity in the back seat of a rolling lovemobile, though
she was certainly open to considerable latitude when it came to other
worldly pleasures. Yes, the Rabbit served us quite nicely.

Another big event among my friends came early in the spring, when Jaimie
and Jake came out as a couple. Everybody at school already knew about it,
of course, but, with Prom coming up, they both decided that it was past
time for them to quit hiding their relationship from their parents. To
that end, things were made much easier for them inadvertently by Jaimie's
younger sister, Tara.

Tara had always been the wild child of the neighborhood, a tomboyish
girl who wanted to play sports. She loved playing basketball, baseball,
football, soccer, even hockey, but what she really excelled at was running.
She could run faster than any other girl I knew of, and was by far the
fastest kid in junior high. She might even have been faster than Eric
Johnson was when he was her age. Now, 14 years old and in eighth grade,
she still was a fast runner.

And, from what I had heard from my younger brother Stephen, Tara was
getting pretty fast in other ways, too, having discovered the pleasures of
the flesh. In fact, even her parents had heard or seen some things, and
were trying to intervene to head off her pattern of behavior and
experimentation. The two sisters, meanwhile, were in a stalemate. Jaimie
knew some things about Tara, which kept Tara's mouth shut about Jaimie's
involvement with Jake, around and around and around. After Mr. and Mrs.
Jacks found out about some of Tara's activities, however, their concern
focused on Tara, and somehow Jaimie's deceptions seemed pretty minor. Once
they found out about it, when Jake and Jaimie went to them and told them
about their plans to attend Prom together, they reluctantly accepted the
fact that the two of them, next door neighbors, were dating.

One Saturday evening in April, Jaimie and Jake were sharing a booth with
us at Mike's Pizza.

"So, Tara's been acting up again, Jaimie?" I asked. Stephen had told me
that Tara was known as the Blowjob Queen of Central Junior High.

"I don't know what's going through the tiny brains of junior high kids,"
Jaimie said disgustedly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I try to talk to her and all, and she's like, 'All the kids are doing
it, it's no big deal.' I'm trying to tell her that it is a big deal, but
she doesn't believe me."

"What, having sex and all?" asked Kayla.

"No, it's not like that," replied Jaimie. "They're not having sex. I
mean, they're not, like, screwing or anything, but they are engaging in
other sex acts. But she doesn't think oral sex and stuff is the same thing
as sex. It's just like it's something casual and friendly, like a hug or
something."

"Some hug," said Jake, waggling his eyebrows.

Jaimie slugged him in the arm, almost a reflexive action, and then
continued. "She says that a lot of girls at her school treat it the same
way. It's not just her giving a boy she knows some head, it's mutual. She
even says that some girls even go down on other girls, just so they can
each get off. It's not sex, it's just fun and games."

"Wow. It seems like it could be a pretty dangerous game," said Kayla.

"Yeah. I just don't get it. I mean, I would feel really strange doing
something like that with somebody I really didn't have any feelings about,
you know? I mean, putting your mouth next to somebody else's genitals
seems a lot more... personal... than they are considering."

Jake and I both laughed. "Yes, it seems pretty personal, all right," I
agreed with a chuckle. Luscious kicked me under the table and gave me a
quick look of warning.

"I agree with you," said Kayla after a moment. "But these kids don't
see it the same way. It's what, social instead of personal? Something
like that, anyway. I'm glad I'm not in junior high anymore. I just don't
understand it."

"It's their method of birth control, maybe," suggested Jake. "I mean,
if you're just engaging in oral sex, or even... um... mutual
masturbation, you're really staying, technically speaking, a virgin. It's
a way of having the pleasure, and at the same time, escaping the
possibility of getting pregnant."

"Birth control?" Jaimie was startled by the suggestion. Her eyes got
wide as she looked at Jake, but I could see her concentration shift inward
as she considered what he was saying. "Hmmm... maybe that's true," she
murmured, almost to herself.

"And there's still the worry about passing around diseases," said Kayla.
"I mean, VD is still around, and, unless they lied during Sex Ed, it can
still be passed through oral contact."

"Hey, have you guys heard about this new disease they've been reporting
about lately?" I had just remembered a news report I had seen on TV.
"Something about a new gay disease, I forget what it's called, but it shows
up as odd, rare forms of cancers."

"A gay disease?" Jake asked. "Some kind of fudgepacker's cancer?"

"E That's really gross," complained Jaimie, as she hit his bicep
again.

"I don't think they know how it's passed, but it seems to be most common
among gays, primarily in New York and London."

"Yes, I remember hearing about that," said Kayla. "And now it's showing
up in Haiti, too, right?"

"Yeah, I think I heard that, too," I replied.

"Well, if it's a homo disease, so what?" asked Jake.

"Nothing," I said. "Unless it's passed through homosexual oral sex. I
mean, how does a disease stay confined to a lifestyle like that? What's to
keep it from spreading to girls, then?"

That wasn't a very pleasant thought for any of us. We could only hope
that it stayed confined to the gay community, and that they found a cure
quickly.





Later that night, Kayla and I were sitting together, mostly naked in the
back seat of my car, catching our breath after an intense session of
touching and stroking each other to completion. I had my arm around her,
and she was leaning on my shoulder, idly doodling with the arrow of hair
running from my belly button down to my pubic hair.

"You've never done that, have you, Sean?" she asked quietly. "Been
casual about oral sex like Tara, I mean."

"No, of course not," I replied.

She lifted up and looked into my eyes. "I'm not going to ask you about
your sex partners, Sean. I know that you and Molly... had sex... I mean,
you guys fucked. Right?" I simply nodded, wary about where she was going
with this line of conversation. "I don't care if there's been anyone else
you've... done anything... with," she continued. "I want you to know,
Sean, that I..."

"Shhhh," I said, putting a finger to her lips. "You don't have to tell
me anything, Kay."

She shook her head, and gently pushed my finger away from her. "I know.
You know that I've never... that I'm a virgin... at least, technically."
She giggled a little embarrassedly, perhaps thinking, as I was, that she
certainly was an experienced virgin. "And you were the first boy I ever
did... anything... with." She put her head back down on my shoulder,
perhaps so she wouldn't have to look at me while she confessed. "But I
also did a few... things... with Brandon."

For some reason, my heart was triphammering in my chest. "Oh?" I said,
trying to be nonchalant about this new information.

She looked up briefly, gauging my reaction, before resting her head back
down and continuing. "Not much, really. I... I did take him into my...
my mouth... a couple of times. And I let him... touch me... once or
twice."

She sat up, facing straight ahead, looking out the front windshield, but
seeing something other than the trees and the starlight that was all that
was visible through the glass. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts,
hugging herself as if she was cold.

"It was kind of like what Tara's doing, and that bothers me," she
whispered. "It didn't mean anything. We were friends, that's all. He
knew I was in love with you, and I would drop him for you at a moment's
notice, but we did it anyway. I mean, at the time I didn't think of it as
anything more than... I don't know, maybe using him to experiment on?
Recreation? But now, thinking back, I feel kind of... slimy. Dirty." She
shivered.

I put my arm around her and drew her back to me. She resisted for just
a moment, and then allowed me to comfort her.

"It's okay, my luscious sweetheart," I crooned. "It doesn't matter to
me at all. Don't feel that way, Kay. I did stuff, too, but I was lost,
and didn't know it. Once I figured out it was you all along, nothing else
mattered."

She hiccupped just once, an effort to hold back a sob, and buried her
head against my chest, her arm holding my shoulder. I could feel her tears
against my bare chest as I did my best to make her feel better.

She was very introspective on the drive back to her house, and a little
distracted when she kissed me goodnight. I really hoped this didn't eat at
her for very long. She was too important to me, just the way she was. I
had to convince her that I really didn't care about her and Brandon. I
only cared about her and me.





I started working with Davey and Kip again early in April, and I had
called Coach Bill and let him know I would be glad to help out his team
again this season. Davey was now 10 years old, and Kip was 9, and their
increased coordination and cognitive skills were becoming more apparent,
and more important. I had to devise a bunch of new drills to ramp up their
skills, commensurate with their abilities. It helped to keep me sharp,
too, watching how quickly they were developing.

I never heard from Wendy about having Justin join us, like he did the
previous couple of seasons, and I asked Davey about it at our first
practice together.

"Justin moved away," he said.

"Oh, really? Where did he move to?"

"Don't know. Away. I think far away."

"Oh."

"He said me and Kip could come and visit him some day, though," he added
helpfully.

"That's great," I said.

Some afternoons Eric would come along and help me with the boys, and
other days Trent would come over. When either of them was there, we would
play an active game of 2on2, taking turns partnering with each of the
younger boys. They quickly picked up on the hows and whys of passing into
open space, getting rid of the ball fast, and moving from coverage into
open field in anticipation. Their ball sense was getting to be very
impressive, and I knew Coach Bill would be anxious to take advantage of
their new skills.

Once practice with the full team started, I found out about one of the
basic tenets of recreational sports, that of parity among teams. The
Warriors only had four returning players from our old team. The rest were
reassigned to other teams in the league, in an attempt to even out the
competition. We had become such a powerhouse that it was only fair that
our team was broken up. If it had been a competitive or club team, we
could have stayed together, but in a recreational league, fair play ruled.
It was fine by both Bill and me. I had the feeling that, once the other
kids saw how Davey and Kip and the other two returning boys played the
game, they would find their own skills improving, and the Warriors would be
a strong team again.

We taught the newer kids the Warrior WarmUp, and spent a lot of time on
drilling the discipline of zones and lanes into them. We used cornstarch
to mark lanes on the practice field, varying the width of the lane each
time, but staying strict about the players staying within their areas.
Once they had the lane concept down, we expanded it by marking zones on the
field. Sometimes our cornstarch markers were straight, sometimes they
bulged in the middle, sometimes the lines were narrower toward midfield
than they were toward the net. We named these zones "even", "fat boy", and
"funny funnel", so Bill or I could change the dimension of one or all the
zones or lanes, just by calling out a new code name.

Another drill I tried with Davey and Kip worked so well that I persuaded
Bill to use it during practice. After garbage day in our neighborhood, I
borrowed a couple of big garbage cans from neighbors, washed them out, and
took them with me to the field. I set them up about 15 meters from the
sideline of the practice field.

"Okay, guys, here's what you have to do." I stood next to them, my own
soccer ball on the line. "You kick your ball in the air, and into the
garbage can. Like this." I kicked my ball, and it went sailing over the
cans. Jorge, who was helping out with the keepers again for us, ran it
down and punted it back to me.

"See?" I said. "It's not that easy. Go ahead and try it." I ran down
to help Jorge and Bill shag balls as all the boys on the team let loose,
aiming for one of the four garbage cans I had set up.

After about 10 minutes of yelling and laughing and trying to make a
basket, the drill started to disintegrate. I stopped them for a moment.

"Hold on, guys," I yelled, waving my arms to get their attention. Once
they had stopped, I asked Bill and Jorge to move the cans closer, so that
they were about 10 meters away.

"If anybody gets the ball into a can on the fly, I will owe them a
pizza," I told them. And off they went, trying to win a pizza. There were
a lot of shots that hit a can, either on the fly or bouncing into it, but
nobody made it in.

"Have you ever made a basket this way, Sean?" asked Davey.

I grinned at him. "Nope," I said.

"So it's impossible!" shouted Kip.

"No, I didn't say that, either," I said. "I've tried it maybe a couple
of dozen times, but I haven't done it yet. But I will, if I take enough
shots and work on being precise. But that's not the point. The whole
reason why we're even trying to do this is to get more accurate in our
passes and our shots. You want the ball to fly over somebody's head and
hit the ground 10 meters away? Just think about trying to make a basket."

"Hey, good trick!" exclaimed Jorge. He took a couple of steps and
kicked one of the team practice balls, and it arced up and hit the rim of
one of the garbage cans, nearly rattling in before the can tipped over.

I very nearly owed him a pizza, and I knew he would have insisted I pay
up right then and there.





There were lots of other events that spring that Luscious and I
participated in, or attended. Prom, for instance, was a lavish affair,
held in the ballroom of one of the fanciest hotels in the city the first
weekend of May. It was pretty exciting to see everybody get all dressed
up, including Dr. Osgood, many of our teachers, and even a few parents who
chaperoned.

Kay and I went out to dinner with a big group before the dance. Twenty
of us pretty much took over an entire room at Domenico's, an Italian
restaurant in Monticello, one of the many bedroom communities surrounding
the city. Eric and Keisha, Trent and Danielle, Anthony and Ayesha, Jake
and Jaimie, Josh and Andrea, Tiny and Erica, Austin and Tessa, joined us in
a spaghetti extravaganza. Also in attendance was Jorge Mendoza and his
date, Marissa Montoya, a junior who was on the cheerleading squad, and
Molly O'Toole, accompanied by Alex Baumgartner, another member of the
Junior Class. Alex was tall, with an unruly shock of bright red hair. He
was so smart he was almost scary, and was generally considered the most
likely kid in school to discover something that would change the world.
Even with his grades and his appearance, though, Alex had just enough
street smarts that he was able to avoid most accusations of geekiness. He
wasn't popular, but he wasn't picked on, either. Now, taking Molly to
Prom, his stock would rise considerably. I wondered how they got hooked
up; Molly hadn't told me anything, other than they were going to Prom
together. It was a mystery I was determined to solve.

Even though our school was considered to be a mediumsized school,
JuniorSenior Prom was only open to upperclen. Freshmen and Sophomores
could only attend if they were invited by a Junior or Senior. So, without
Jake, or Marissa, or me, our dates would not be attending.

Not that it mattered at all. I wouldn't be attending, either, if Kayla
wasn't allowed to be there, and I knew that Jake felt the same way about
his date. All the same, I was glad we all could be together for this
night.

There actually were two separate events planned around Prom. The dance,
in the Grand Ballroom of the hotel, was scheduled for the evening, until
10:00 PM. From there, buses were lined up to take those participants who
signed up for the second activity, which was most of the kids, back to our
home town.

The ParentTeacher's Association, the organizers of Prom, had arranged
for a lockin at our local YMCA, a supervised overnight that took advantage
of all that the Y had to offer. The two swimming pools were open and
staffed with lifeguards, and so were the racquetball and handball courts,
basketball courts, and weight rooms. There were also rooms set up with
board games, and crafts rooms, all supervised by teachers or parents. They
even arranged for several classrooms to be used as quiet rooms, with dim
lights and blankets on the floors. No hankypanky was allowed, however, as
these rooms were constantly monitored by at least four adults each. It
sounded pretty lame, but it was actually a lot of fun staying up all night
and goofing around with friends. The fancy clothes were exchanged for
shorts and tee shirts, high heels were discarded in favor of sneakers, and
about 200 of us spent the night in youthful pursuit of amusement.

The JuniorSenior Prom, even as big an event as it was, didn't compare
with the weekend that defined that spring and early summer season of 1982
for us, however, an unforgettable weekend in early June.



(Continued in Chapter 32)

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