Junior Year Box Set

This time I realized what I’d said. I missed my surfer girl and now baby mama. Suddenly, I had a brilliant revelation: she was already pregnant, so we had no need for a condom. I forgot my fatigue, and it didn’t take long before Pam and I made the beast with two backs. We both seemed to need the physical release.

◊◊◊ Friday November 6

Someone lied to me. I woke up to find Tracy cuddled up behind me while I held Pam close. I rolled over, and Tracy smiled as I pinned her under me.

“Morning,” Tracy said.

Pam absently reached for me, but couldn’t find me.

“Where’d you go?” she asked in a sleep-hazed voice.

Pam raised her head to look around and saw me on top of Tracy.

“Slut. You trying to steal my man?” Pam teased her best friend.

“I think he can handle both of us,” Tracy said, and then squealed when I pushed her t-shirt up and motorboated between her breasts.

Pam slapped my butt and got out of bed.

“She’s been whining about how horny she is. Help her out,” Pam said as she left to take her shower.

“I don’t have any condoms with me,” I told Tracy.

I had no idea Tracy was so powerful. She shoved me off her and grabbed her overnight bag to find a condom. Seems someone was a little Girl Scout and prepared, or was that the Boy Scouts? Tracy opened the foil packet and put the condom on me. I just grinned at her.

“You lazy little shit. You want me to do all the work?” she complained.

I knew that Tracy liked to be on top, so I didn’t take her protest seriously. She straddled my hips. I’d expected her to straddle my face, but she must have been wet because she just sat down on me and soon our pubic bones ground against each other. I reached up and pulled Tracy’s t-shirt over her head so I could watch her pendulous breasts sway as she rode me.

Tracy, being an evil bitch, could tell when I would get close and would freeze and just grin at me. She seemed to be in the mood for a marathon session. Pam came out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. I reached out my hand.

“Come here,” I told her.

“Didn’t you get enough of me last night?” Pam asked.

“Never. I want to taste you.”

She smiled and dropped her towel. I had her face Tracy as she dropped her smooth mound over my mouth. The only downside was I could no longer see my hot ex-girlfriend’s breasts. I guess I would have to suffer and look at Pam’s exquisite bottom. I hoped that when she had my baby, that didn’t ruin it.

Tracy came hard, and I was close. I reached for her hips so I could hold her in place and do her hard, but she slapped my hands away and rolled off me. Pam yelped when I picked her up and lowered her onto my needy member. She took advantage of Tracy tapping out and began to ride me.

“Come here,” I said to Tracy.

She crawled over to me, and we began to kiss. Tracy always knew how to kiss me; I used to joke that she erased my mind when she did it. When Tracy Dole gave you a serious kiss, your whole world focused on just the two of you. Her kiss allowed me to hold out long enough for Pam to reach her orgasm, but once Pam began her release, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I looked at the clock and saw I needed to get going. We were supposed to get treatment for any injuries before we rode the bus back home. Instead of going back to my room, I took the elevator downstairs and walked across the street to the stadium. My two favorite trainers, Jill and Becky, were just setting up.

“Strip,” Jill ordered.

So I did that, to the delight of them both. Then Becky crinkled her nose.

“Go take a shower. I can’t believe you sometimes,” she said, and I left to get cleaned up.

I came back out with only a towel around my waist and found Coach Hope talking to the trainers.

“We were just going to recheck him,” Becky said.

I had a bruise on my left shoulder where Todd had hit me on the first play. She began to poke and prod all my other scrapes and contusions and declared nothing serious was injured. While they checked me, several of the other players started to show up. While everyone else was getting checked out, I took full advantage of one of the whirlpool tubs, soaked, and let the jets work their magic on me. I felt almost human when I walked back to the hotel.

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I packed and got ready to check out. While I packed, I turned on the TV for background noise. I watched as Stephen Curry nailed a go-ahead three-pointer with slightly over a minute remaining in the game. The Golden State Warriors downed the Los Angeles Clippers 112–108 to improve to 5–0. Then they showed their Top Ten plays segment. I was in the bathroom packing my shaving kit when I heard mention of King High School. I hurried out to watch.

‘At number 7, we have the number 3 high school team in the nation, King High School, getting schooled by the number 1 quarterback in the land in David Dawson.’