Junior Year Box Set

I finally found my family talking to the Notre Dame quarterback coach. I just waved and kept moving. I would see them later this year when they hosted USC. I saw Wolf’s family talking to a group from Michigan. They and Stanford would be my top two choices if I were a tight end; they utilized them better than anyone in the nation. A lot of that might have to do with the Michigan coach coming from Stanford. Bo seemed to have Jim’s and Ty’s parents cornered; that made me happy. Bo was making a big push to get me to go to Alabama, and apparently, he had listened to me: I’d said more than once I would like to play with my friends. I found it amusing that Northwestern wanted to wait and see with Ty. Bo’s interest might have had something to do with Ty catching eight passes for 183 yards. A running back who could catch the football was a very sought-after commodity at the next level.

I hit a wall and just wanted to go to my apartment and get a good night’s sleep. I made sure the girls I’d brought had rides home and said my goodbyes. Tracy made a point to remind me I was taking her out tomorrow for her belated birthday.

When I got home, I found Peggy Pratt in my kitchen. I gave her a curious look.

“Babysitting,” she said.

“How is my baby? Did you let him out?” I asked.

“He insisted I put him in his crate. He’s in your apartment.”

“Thanks. I’m beat. Greg and Angie should be home soon.”

I went up to my apartment and found Duke sound asleep in his crate. He was funny in how he had to have a set program. I took another hot shower and let the tension from the day flow off of me and down the drain. I fell asleep in no time.

At some point, someone joined me in bed. The smell of her hair told me that it was Peggy. She wrapped her arms around me, and I fell back to sleep.

◊◊◊ Saturday September 19

I woke up to Duke wanting out of his crate. Someone must have slept through their last trip outside last night. I didn’t want him to wake Peggy, so I found a pair of shorts and let him out. As soon as I opened the door, Precious pushed us out of the way and disappeared into my apartment. Duke and I took a tentative check to see why Precious felt she needed to be inside and found Buster on his back, getting his belly rubbed by Rachel. It kind of ruined his big tough act.

Duke is typically the first one in line for a belly rub, but he had other urgent matters he needed to attend to.

“Hey, David, I got Buster his training collar.”

I checked it out and smiled when I saw she’d put in on inside out with the spikes pointing out. I showed her how it was supposed to go.

“Now try it. Walk Buster to the end of the driveway and back and make him heel,” I said.

Buster wanted to go play with Duke, so when Rachel gave the command to heel, he wasn’t planning on minding. She gave the leash a little jerk, and for Buster, it was like a Scooby-Doo moment: ‘Ruh Roh!’ With the collar, Rachel was able to get him to heel and follow her lead down-and-back on the driveway. He even sat when she told him to without having to tug on the leash. Buster had obviously been trained but needed to understand that Rachel was the boss.

“Are you going running today?” she asked.

“I usually don’t run on Saturday, and Sunday is hit or miss. It normally depends on how dinged up I get playing football,” I said.

There were other factors for the Sunday run, but I didn’t figure Rachel was old enough for me to explain why I might be otherwise busy.

When Duke finished with his backyard patrol, I called him because we had a kitty to find. I hoped that the cat hadn’t decided to hide. When we got upstairs, it didn’t take me long to locate Precious. She was curled up on the bed, letting Peggy scratch her ears.

“I didn’t know you had a cat.”

“I don’t. That’s Precious, the cat from hell, who belongs to my neighbor, Brit.”

“She seems like a nice kitty. Why did you call her ‘the cat from hell’?”

I told Peggy some Precious stories and how she hated men because Brit’s brothers had abused her as a kitten. While relating my stories, I sat down on the side of the bed and began to massage her feet. Peggy looked sexy in my t-shirt with her red hair a mess from sleeping. She was starting to show her pregnancy. When I switched feet, her legs came apart, and I saw she didn’t have any panties on.

I made an executive decision, spread her legs more and crawled up and began to lick her sex. I heard a little gasp of pleasure. I froze for a moment when Precious decided to get off the bed by walking down my back before jumping off. I was glad when I wasn’t bleeding.

“I want you inside me,” Peggy ordered.

I lost my shorts, and she rolled onto her side. I got behind her and slid in. For now, this was the most comfortable position for Peggy. I was nervous about how vigorous I should be with her being pregnant. I kept everything slow and loving until Peggy couldn’t take it anymore.

“DO ME!”

“Are you sure? What about the baby?” I asked.

“The baby’ll be fine. Now get busy.”