Junior Year Box Set

When I went upstairs, most of the girls joined me. I was alone with twelve college girls. Someone put on music, and I found myself in the middle of the living room, dancing with six of them. The others started to hit the whiskey hard. Then the music switched to a slow song, and I laughed aloud when the girls did rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get to dance with me.

I rooted for the tall girl with a miniskirt and large breasts but was equally happy when the girl with the best butt won. She was about a foot shorter than I was, which allowed her to lay her head on my chest. I let my hands wander on her back, and when she put her hands on my butt, I figured it okay to reciprocate. She wasn’t in the same class as Brook, but I didn’t have anything to complain about. When the song ended, I saw Alan and Tim had come upstairs. I walked over and asked them how they liked it. They both looked at each other and shrugged.

“Why didn’t you do anything?” Tim asked.

“Because she was Chad’s girlfriend,” Alan answered. “David has rules about those types of things.”

Alan said it in such a way that made clear he didn’t agree with me. I’d never seen him act that snarky before. It made me remember what he did with Tami, and I suddenly had a different perspective of what had happened. I didn’t think Alan’s intentions were as innocent as he had led me to believe. In a flash, I wanted to beat the hell out of him. For once, he recognized the look in my eyes and took off.

“I never understood why you were friends with him,” Tim said.

“Some days I wonder myself,” I said. “So, do you think you want to participate in a gangbang again?”

“I really don’t know. Once I got past the nasty factor and just did it, I was okay. I would want to use a condom next time,” Tim admitted.

I didn’t want to say anything, but I’d be worried about picking up something. It really wasn’t something I would risk. Some of the crap you could catch would mess you up and even kill you. All the guys knew my stance on sex without protection. While I’d been lax a couple of times, I tried to always use one. My biggest concern was getting someone pregnant. As I became more well-known, I would potentially become a target. I could only imagine the mess that would result if Clare announced she was with child.

I looked around the room at the girls. Thinking about it, I really wasn’t interested in having sex with any of them. I told Tim I wanted to go to the hotel and get some sleep. He joined me, and we stopped at a taco place and ate ten each. Not the best idea, but we were happy when we finally got to the hotel and called it a night.

◊◊◊ Sunday October 18

Brandon rounded everyone up to catch the bus to Coach Brian’s house for breakfast. The coach had a nice family with eight children ranging in age from five to twenty years old. I found myself being sold on the virtues of Notre Dame Football by a precocious ten-year-old girl. She must have heard her dad give this talk a time or two. She was very passionate, and I tried not to smile because she might be a better recruiter than her dad. I glanced over her shoulder and saw her big sister watching us with an amused expression on her face. When the junior recruiter wound down, I promised to consider everything she told me. That seemed to satisfy the little girl, and she left, saying she needed to talk to some of the others who were there.

“After that sales pitch, how could you say no?” her sister asked.

“If I had to look her in the face when I declared my decision, I could never break her heart. Tell your dad he needs to have her sit in front of each recruit when they announce on signing day. I think she’s his secret weapon.”

“I’ll let him know,” she said. “Alice.”

“David,” I said as she shook my hand.

“A little birdie told me who you were. What do you think? Do we have a chance?” she asked.

“I hardly know you,” I said.

Alice blinked a few times, and then she realized what I’d implied. I had naughty visions of this real Catholic schoolgirl in a uniform. While I didn’t think of her in a uniform like Lisa Felton’s, it was easy to imagine fun with the more wholesome version. Alice must have been flirted with by the best because she just gave me an appraising look and smiled.

“What makes you think I’d be interested?” she challenged me.

Alice went up several notches in my book. I really couldn’t wait until I went to college and met girls who were smart, confident, and who challenged me. I leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn’t one of those tender little kisses that held a lot of promise; it was a full-on make-out-session kiss. We didn’t stop until we heard someone clear their throat. I looked over Alice’s shoulder and saw Brandon. Thank goodness, it hadn’t been her dad. All I needed was another coach forbidding me to see his daughter.

Alice seemed to come to her senses and shook her head at me.

“Did that answer your question?” I asked.

Her head darted around to see who all had seen us, and then she took off to the kitchen.