Junior Year Box Set

My apartment door opened, and I heard the click of nails as Duke ran up the stairs. He was sure I’d abandoned him. I wondered how he would handle me being gone for two months. I was surprised when Peggy Pratt followed him up. She looked good, especially because her baby had made her boobies bigger.

“How’s it going, Momma?” I asked.

“It could be better. I need to ask you a favor. Things aren’t going well at home. Angie has a place for me to live when school starts, but I need somewhere to live now. Would it be okay if David and I moved in here while you’re gone?” she asked.

“Yes, of course. All I ask is that you take care of Duke for me. He’s set in his ways and likes to sleep in his crate at night. We also need to ask my mom,” I added before I committed to something she might not want.

“She said if it was okay with you, I was good. She also told me I had to run with Duke in the morning to wear him out. I need to get back into shape anyway since having the baby.”

“Where is my namesake, anyway?” I asked.

“I left him at home. He needed a nap.”

“How’s Mitch?” I asked about the baby’s father.

“His parents took one look at Little David and there was no more fighting. They’re helping pay for my schooling and the care of their grandchild. I’m getting more support from them than I am from my own parents. Mitch is still a jerk and doesn’t want to even acknowledge he’s the father. Family Services made him take a DNA test that shows he is the father. His parents stepped up, and his dad says he’ll eventually come around. Frankly, I hope he doesn’t, but I’m sure that little David will need a father-figure at some point.”

I hadn’t really seen her since Homecoming. I’d had to clean my own apartment since the baby was born. For some reason, I thought I could handle it. Not as well as Peggy, but I could run a vacuum.

We went down to the house because Peggy said my mom had mentioned my antisocial behavior. Mom didn’t realize the 270-pound side of beef watching football in the living room would kill me if he knew I’d slept with his girlfriend last night. Honestly, I was more scared of my mom. She could make the rest of my life a living hell. Bigfoot would just snap me in two, and it would be over with.

When I stepped in the back door, Cindy lay in wait. Now I knew how Duke felt when Precious stalked him.

“Aren’t you talking to me?” she asked.

Peggy left me to face her alone. I might have to rethink my offer.

“You and Suzanne tricked me. If he ever found out, he would literally kill me.”

She cupped my package and pinned me to the washing machine. She used her other hand to pull my head down and kissed me. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t fight her off. I was so going to Hell.

“Damn it, Cindy,” I heard Beth hiss. “We agreed to once for old times’ sake.”

Cindy let my head go and turned to her friend but kept my family jewels firmly grasped. I wasn’t about to move.

“Did you only do him once?” Cindy asked, and then her eyes got big. “You did him more than that, didn’t you?”

“How do you count it?” Beth asked. “In one session or multiple sessions?”

“His peepee in your hoo-ha,” Cindy said.

“If you count it like that, then Suzanne got two sessions,” I said to help.

“Shut up,” they both said simultaneously.

“What are you talking about?” Cindy’s boyfriend asked.

If Cindy’s grip hadn’t tightened, I would have reenacted the classic Lynyrd Skynyrd song Gimme Three Steps.

Beth bailed on me.

“Kevin, David and I had sex last night,” Cindy said.

“Cool. You guys wanna have a threesome?” Kevin asked.

My brain locked. Either that or Mr. Happy seized control. He was worried he would lose his jewels because Cindy kept a firm grip on them. She realized I would bolt at the first chance. When we got into my apartment, Kevin checked out my wall of pictures.

“I told Coach I’d see you this weekend. He said to tell you hello,” Kevin said.

While he talked, Cindy unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my boxers off my hips to free my member.

“Whoa, I realize it’s not cool to talk about things like this, but I see why Cindy likes you,” Kevin said.

I was confused until he got undressed. For some reason, I assumed he’d be hung, but he was a little below average. It looked a little strange with his puffed-up chest.

“How’s this supposed to work?” I asked. “Don’t really want our swords to cross.”

“I like you,” Kevin said and gave me a high five.

Cindy took control, and we decided on the same setup as we’d done with Suzanne: she would give oral sex to Kevin while I took her from behind. I decided to go through with it, invoking one of my life goals: no regrets. That one had come into play several times in the last few months if you counted hookers and swinger parties. And if we were venturing into new territory, I was going to fulfill one other fantasy. I leaned over, reached into the drawer beside the bed, and grabbed the lube.

I greased up my condom and put the head against Cindy’s rosebud. Cindy fell against Kevin and moaned.

“She’s never let me in there,” Kevin said.