Junior Year Box Set

Every time I had sex with Peggy, it was special. I’d had a crush on her ever since she’d dated my brother. I still worried that I might damage the baby but picked up the pace as she ordered. I reached around and began to massage her button. Peggy hunched forward and screamed my name.

“DAVID!”

I would need to get a sign like McDonald’s: another happy customer served. I especially liked repeat business. I kept going through her orgasm, which triggered another. The second one was all I needed to join her. I wish guys could orgasm like women do. It would be great to be able to have two or three right after one another, in my opinion. Peggy seemed to really enjoy it, if the look of bliss on her face was any indication.

Peggy had to get going, so she took a shower while I relaxed in bed. I was feeling lazy today and wished I hadn’t agreed to take Tracy out tonight. I imagined sitting in front of the TV all day and watching college football. I thought about the best place to go watch the games, and I remembered the setup Pam’s dad Cal had in their basement. He hadn’t threatened to kill me for at least a month, so I wondered if it would be safe for me to watch the games there. Cal had it set up where you could watch seven games at a time.

I called Pam, and she decided it was an excuse to have an afternoon party. I would let her sell that to her parents. Pam instructed me to invite a few guys over. While I figured out who to call, Peggy came out and kissed my cheek as I talked to Tim. He wasn’t really up to going out. He said he wasn’t sure when he would have his surgery because the swelling had to go down first. Peggy left while I finished up talking to him.

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Pam neglected to tell me her parents were away for the day. We went downstairs, and she showed me how to work the seven TVs. Cal had a gigantic center TV and then three smaller ones on each side. They had a dedicated tablet to control everything. I put number 14 Georgia Tech vs. number 8 Notre Dame on the center screen. Cal had the Big Ten, Pac-12, and SEC TV packages. Most schools were playing nonconference games, but there were a few I wanted to see: number 15 Ole Miss at number 2 Alabama, Stanford at number 6 USC, number 19 BYU at number 10 UCLA, and finally Nebraska at Miami (FL).

I’d invited Alan, Jim, Ty, Wolf, and Jake. Alan and I settled in and critiqued the games while everyone else had a good time. Pam had invited all the cheerleaders. We were at halftime of the second games when Brook and Tracy came over and each sat on one of my legs.

“Time to go,” Brook told me.

I still hadn’t been told what I was supposed to be doing with Tracy tonight. Brook had planned it all. The extent of the planning became clear when I saw a garment bag with my clothes the girls had picked out. I went up to Pam’s room, showered, and found what I was wearing. Someone had picked out Jade slacks and t-shirt and a Dakora jacket. I came downstairs, and Halle checked to make sure I was ready. Tracy and Brook were wearing little black dresses. I guess I didn’t realize that Brook was going with us.

“We must be going somewhere nice,” I said.

“We’re going to my grandma’s birthday party. When I told them you’d forgotten Tracy’s birthday, Grandma insisted that you bring her,” Brook said.

Tracy squeezed my arm to tell me she wasn’t mad I’d forgotten. I let the little dig go, and we were soon in my car.

“We need to swing by State to pick up my date,” Brook said.

I wasn’t sure how I should react to Brook. Was I mad or relieved that she had a date? Then it hit me: Brook was the female version of me. This was how the girls I dated must feel when they saw me on a date with someone else. That revelation made me relax. There was no way I would date someone like me.

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When we hit State’s campus, Brook directed me to the AGR fraternity house. I pulled up and honked.

“You’re a barbarian sometimes,” Brook grumbled.

She got out of the car to go to the front door. When she was gone, I turned to Tracy to grill her.

“What’s going on tonight?” I asked.

“Just what Brook said, we’re going to her grandmother’s birthday party,” she said, and then smirked. “You did remember to get her a gift, didn’t you?”

“How was I supposed to know I needed to buy a gift? I can’t even imagine what her grandmother would want,” I complained.

“Maybe you should get her what you got me,” she teased.

“I don’t think Brook would appreciate me turning her grandmother over my knee and spanking her.”