Drive for Excellence
Douglas Fox
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Drive for Excellence
By Douglas Fox
Copyright © 2007, 2010, Douglas Fox
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Cover Photo: Covered bridge on Belmont Road, about a half mile north of U. S. Route 30. This bridge spans the Pequea Creek about a mile from the fictional home of Dan and Sharon Martin and their children Will, Kyle, Andrew and Elizabeth.
© 2022, Douglas Fox
Chapter 1
“Blue 23… Blue 23….” the quarterback grunted.
I tensed for the signal, knees flexed and arms at the ready.
“Hut! Hut!” Ed growled. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ed pull the ball up and step back from the line of scrimmage.
I took a quick step forward and to the left, faking a crossing route to the cornerback who was covering me. He started to move to my left. I planted my left foot and accelerated to my right towards the sideline. I passed the cornerback after three steps. I continued accelerating, flying down the field as fast as I could run. I glanced back around twenty yards downfield, saw Ed cocking his arm to throw the pass to me, and noticed the cornerback was about two steps behind me.
Ed launched a perfect spiral to me, just over my right shoulder, as far from the cornerback as possible. I raised my arms, caught the ball and pulled it into my chest. I slowed down in a couple steps, turned and faced the cornerback, Nick Zeimer, and grinned.
“Damn Kyle!” Nick exclaimed. “You got me again. I was sure you were going over the middle.”
I chuckled. “This is why we are practicing this spring, Nick.”
“I know, I know. You’re just too fast for me.”
“It’s not all speed, Nick,” I explained. “Watch my body, not my feet.”
“I know, Kyle,” Nick answered. “It’s easier to say than to do.” Nick and I jogged back to the line of scrimmage to meet our teammates.
I patted Ed on the back and said, “Nice pass, buddy.”
“Of course, it was, Kyle,” Ed said. “I’ve been doing this awhile.”
“Ah, Mr. Modesty,” I countered.
My friend Jeremy North, middle linebacker and defensive play caller, yelled from across the line of scrimmage, “Come on, ladies, let’s go! Quit jawing and let’s run another play.”
My friends and teammates continued our 7 on 7 passing scrimmage. We had started two weeks earlier when winter ended. Our high school team, the Wolverines, had finally managed to improve beyond the 5-5 and 4-6 seasons we had been having for the past decade two years ago.
Our first winning year, when I was a freshman starting on the varsity team, we went undefeated and managed to beat our nemesis, Central High School and go to the playoffs. We made it to the quarterfinals before we lost. Last season, my best friend, Ed Fritz, replaced our all-state quarterback who graduated. Ed did great for a sophomore starting his first year as quarterback. He was rated as the best quarterback in our league. We managed a record of 8-2 and beat Central in our first playoff game. We lost last November to the eventual division champions in our second playoff game.
Jeremy, Ed and I organized “unofficial” scrimmages the same way Zack Hayes, last year’s quarterback, had a year ago. We expanded the practices by recruiting most of the varsity and JV defensive backs, linebackers, running backs, and receivers. Coach Caffrey, our varsity football coach, helped the three of us organize the scrimmages. The Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic Association (PIAA) carefully regulated a team’s practices and Coach Caffrey couldn’t be involved in these unofficial ones.
I sent in Tim Showalter and my brother, Andrew, presumably our number three and four receivers next season. Karl Weaver, the other starting wide receiver, and I stood on the sidelines and watched the next few plays. Tim did OK, but not great. He had some speed but dropped too many balls.
My eighth-grade brother, Andy, played better. He probably was the second fastest person practicing today, after me. I expected Andy would make varsity next year when he was in ninth grade. He caught fifteen touchdowns in his first year playing football on the JV team. My brother seemed to have a knack for football the same way I did.
I glanced over at the next field where Jake Kring was running drills for the JV and eighth grade players. Their practice was going well too. Jake was expected to back up Ed next season. He earned the spot with his outstanding play last season leading the JV to a 7-3 record.
Between our informal scrimmages, the film study sessions in the winter, and the twice a week weight training we started after Christmas, our team should be strong, well drilled and football “smart” in a year or two. Two years ago, we were excited to make the playoffs. That wasn’t enough anymore. Our goal was to win the AAA state championship.
Our entire high school was sick of hearing about how good Central was. Sick of the 23 straight years they made the playoffs. We were extremely sick of losing to Central year after year for the last two decades. My friends and teammates wouldn’t settle for anything less than excellence. That was our common vision.
Ed’s yell brought me out of my reverie. “Kyle. You and Karl go back in. I want Jake to run our offense for a while. Jake, Karl and I jogged into the huddle. Jake called a play. I lined up in my usual spot. Jeremy had substituted freshman, Brett Fulmer, for junior, Nick Zeimer.
“Hey, Brett,” I said as I lined up.
“Hi, Kyle,” Brett answered.
Jake screamed, “Blue 23… Blue 23…. Hut!”
I wanted to test Brett’s speed. Jake had called a post route for me. I took off as fast as I could go. Brett followed a moment behind me. I streaked downfield. I glanced back towards Jake. Brett was almost even with me. Jake launched the ball when we were about thirty yards downfield. The ball was a little under thrown. I turned back and jumped to try to make the catch.
Brett mistimed the jump and was coming down when I snagged the ball out of the air. Brett collapsed on the ground. I landed awkwardly. My left foot came down on Brett’s ankle. I tried to keep my balance, but my ankle rolled off of Brett’s ankle.
“AAaeeeiiii,” I screamed as the pain shot though my left ankle. I collapsed in a heap on the ground on top of Brett. I rolled off of Brett.
“Jesus, Kyle,” Brett exclaimed. “Are you OK?”
“Owww!” I moaned. “I twisted my ankle.” I reached a hand up to Brett, who was now standing over me. “Help me up Brett.”
Brett pulled me to my feet as Greg Harrison, our starting tight end, arrived to check me out. “Are you OK, Kyle? Can you put weight on it?”
“Let me try, Greg,” I answered. I tentatively put a little weight on it. “SHIT! Owww! That hurts!” I screamed. I stood on my good right leg, holding my injured ankle off the ground.
“Let’s get you to the sideline, Kyle.” Greg suggested. Greg took one side and Brett took the other. They helped me hobble off the field. I stood on the sideline, tentatively testing my left ankle.
“What are you guys gawking at? Get back to practicing,” I shouted. “Andy, take my spot. I want to see you guys work. Let’s go!” Ed came over to stand with me as we watched Jake run our offense.
I carefully put some weight on my left foot and walked a couple steps. It hurt like hell, but I was tough. I could walk it off.
Ed said, “Jake is doing a good job running things,” as Jake launched a deep pass to my brother. Andy pulled the ball in over top of Brett Fulmer.
“Good job, Jake,” I yelled. “Good job, Andy.” Our teammates lined up to run another play.
“How’s your ankle, Kyle?” Ed asked.
“It hurts, but I’ll be OK. I’ll walk this off,” I answered. I took a couple tentative steps. “Let’s get Pete in Ed.”
“Ellis, get in there.” Ed yelled to Pete Ellis, our sophomore back-up tight end. Pete trotted in. Greg Harrison jogged over to Ed and me.
“What are you doing, Kyle?” Greg exclaimed as he eyed me. “Sit down. You aren’t helping your ankle by walking on it! SIT!”
“I’m all right, Greg,” I answered as I sat on the ground. “Stop worrying.”
“Let me see it,” Greg responded. “I ride along with my dad on the ambulance. I plan to get my EMT next year.” He pulled up the leg of my sweatpants. He ran both hands up and down my ankle and leg. He switched and felt my right ankle.
“Hey. There isn’t anything wrong with that one, Greg,” I protested.
“Relax. I want to compare them,” Greg answered. He felt my left ankle again. “Shit! You’re really swelling up, Kyle. This isn’t good.”
“I’ll be fine,” I insisted. “Don’t worry about me, Greg.”
“Does this hurt?” Greg asked as he pressed my ankle.
“Shit! Yes, it hurts!” I groaned. “Stop!” Greg pressed and felt a few more times.
Finally, he said, “This isn’t good, Kyle. You need to have this x-rayed.”
“Noooo!” I whined. “I don’t need that, Greg.”
“This is bad, Kyle,” Greg continued. “You swelled up way too fast. A sprain shouldn’t hurt this much. You’re going to the ER! Call your mom or dad and have them meet us at Lancaster General. I’m taking you.”
“I don’t have a cell phone, Greg,” I answered lamely. My ankle was throbbing now. Greg seemed to know what he was talking about.
“Here,” Greg said as he handed me his phone.
I reached my mom and told her what had happened. She agreed to meet Greg and me at the ER as soon as she could get there. Jeremy and Ed got to practice the first aid carry we had learned in Boy Scouts. They locked their hands on each other’s wrists, hoisted me up and carried me to Greg’s car. They helped me climb in. Greg headed west from our high school to the hospital on the north side of Lancaster.
Greg helped me hop into the ER and find a seat. Mom arrived about five minutes later. Greg and Mom conferred for a minute. Greg wished me well and headed for home. Mom and I waited an hour until a nurse took me upstairs for an x-ray. We went back downstairs and waited another hour and half to see a doctor.
A nurse came for me with a wheelchair. I hopped aboard and was wheeled to an exam room. The doctor was holding my x-rays up to the light to check me out. Mom and I waited expectantly for a couple minutes. The doctor was smiling when he turned to face me. “Mr. Martin how are you doing?” the doctor asked.
“I’ve been better, sir,” I answered.
“I’m Doctor Laukhauf. Hop up on the exam table please.” the doctor explained.
Mom and the doctor helped me up on the table. Doctor Laukhauf poked and squeezed my ankle and foot. “Hmmm…” The doctor felt my right ankle. “OK. This doesn’t look too bad.”
“What’s the verdict, doctor?” I asked.
“You have a high ankle sprain,” Doctor explained. “It will be sore for a few weeks, but you won’t have any permanent damage.”
“OK,” I answered.
“You didn’t tear any ligaments or tendons. You don’t have any broken bones. You have strained the ligaments in your ankle. I want you to stay off this ankle as much as possible. Use ice on it until the swelling goes down. That should take a day or two. I’m going to wrap it with an ace bandage to give you more support.”
I asked hopefully, “Will I miss any school?”
“No. I will get you crutches to help you get around,” Doctor Laukhauf explained. “I want you to stay off that ankle when you are at home. Keep it elevated.”
“OK. How soon can I get back to practicing for football?” I asked.
The doctor asked quizzically, “Football? It’s the spring.”
“My team is doing passing drills this spring,” I explained. “We really want to make the playoffs next fall.”
“Oh, OK. Use the crutches for two weeks. No running for at least three weeks. Got it?” Doctor Laukhauf asked.
“OK,” I answered. Doctor Laukhauf wrapped my ankle carefully, explaining how to do it as he worked. I was going to need to do this myself after today. The doctor adjusted a pair of crutches for my 6’-4” height. Hesitantly I tried them. Awkwardly.
Mom settled up at the billing office and then drove me home to our house in Paradise... Paradise, Pennsylvania.
She popped some leftovers in the microwave for our late dinner. Dad, Andy and my 11-year-old little sister, Lizzie, crowded around to get the news about my ankle. Mom and I explained my condition. I wolfed down my dinner and hobbled upstairs to study and ice my ankle.
Mom interrupted me for a phone call later that evening. She handed me the phone. I asked, “Hello?”
“Kyle, how are you?” my girlfriend, Julie Simpson, asked.
“I’m OK. I have a high ankle sprain. It’s going to slow me down for a few weeks.”
“Your dad explained a little bit when I came over to study this evening the way we planned. It’s only your ankle that’s hurt?”
“Um, my other uh, equipment, is fine, lover. We should be able to have fun in bed as planned next week during Easter vacation. You might need to be on top though.”
“Goody! I love it when you make love to me that way, Kyle,” Julie exclaimed. “I can’t wait.”
I sighed. “I wish you didn’t have track practice after school tomorrow. I’d like to show you how much I love you.”
“I’m sorry I’m so busy, Kyle. I appreciate how patient you are about my busy schedule. We will have to wait until Monday afternoon like we planned.”
“I know. I’d like to slowly take your clothes off, play with your beautiful breasts, and lick your…”
My little sister Lizzie topped the steps and stuck her head in my bedroom door.
“Um… um… ice cream cone.” I said desperately.
Julie said, “Huh, what?”
“Hi, Lizzie, what’s up?” I asked, hoping Julie understood.
Julie said, “I see.” as Lizzie answered me, “Mom is serving ice cream. Do you want some, Kyle?”
“Yeah sure, Lizzie,” I answered. She disappeared down the steps again. “That was close.” I said into the phone.
“Uh huh. What would you like to lick, Kyle?” Julie teased.
“I’d like to apply my tongue to your clitoris, lover. I want to stimulate you until you can’t stop squealing.”
“It sounds like fun. I can’t wait. See you in school tomorrow, lover. Bye.”
“Bye, Julie,” I answered before I hung up the phone.
Lizzie returned with my ice cream a few minutes later. I turned on my computer and got online to pass some time before I went back to studying. The computer chimed immediately when I got online.
I brought up my IM program to see who it was.
CANOEGUY312: You around little bro?
I typed in my reply.
FASTWR87: Yes. What’s up Will?
It was my 20-year-old half-brother Will Henry. Will was a sophomore at University of Pennsylvania studying Physics.
CANOEGUY312: I just got back from a dinner with Abby. I’m so happy. I have to tell someone my news. Can you keep a secret?
FASTWR87: Sure Will. What is it?
CANOEGUY312: I asked Abby to marry me this evening. She said yes!
FASTWR87: WOW! That’s big news, Shorty. Congrats!
Will had called me “little brother” most of my life and I had hated that nickname until I passed him in height a year and a half ago. Now I teased my 6’-2” brother about being short. Will took the ribbing in good spirits.
CANOEGUY312: I took Abby to a fancy restaurant tonight and proposed over dessert.
FASTWR87: Cool! It’s about time the two of you made this official. You have been dating the girl for four years. When’s the wedding?
CANOEGUY312: In two years, after we get our bachelor’s degrees
FASTWR87: How long do I have to keep this secret?
CANOEGUY312: Until next week. Abby and I are going to invite both families to get together for dinner. Probably next Wednesday.
FASTWR87: Could I invite Julie to the dinner? I want to make her feel like a part of our family.
CANOEGUY312: Sure. That sounds cool. You really like her, don’t you little bro?
FASTWR87: I’m in love with her. I hope someday I’m the one down on my knee asking Julie to marry me.
CANOEGUY312: You are serious about her aren’t you little bro?
FASTWR87: Completely. When do you and Abby get home for spring break?
CANOEGUY312: I finish my mid-terms tomorrow before lunch. Abby’s last one is at four. We are going to have dinner at the dorms and drive home after that. I expect to hit Paradise around 9 o’clock.
FASTWR87: Cool! It’ll be great to see the two of you again. See you tomorrow.
CANOEGUY312: See you later little bro.
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On Friday at school Julie and I hung out together every second possible during the three classes we shared, during lunch and between classes in the hallway. The two of us had been nearly inseparable since we started going steady last Thanksgiving. It was wonderful.
I explained about the dinner that Will and Abby had planned and invited her. We kissed passionately at the end of school when Julie had to go to her track meet, and I had to go home. I hated the fact that she was going to be away with her family for the whole weekend. Monday afternoon would be the next time we would see each other.
I went home and studied in my room the best I could. Andy’s girlfriend of the month, Brittany Smith, arrived a few minutes after we got home. I was forced to listen through the thin wall that separated my bedroom from Andy’s while he screwed Brittany again today. It was the third time this week.
Andy had become quite the lothario since he lost his virginity to a high school cheerleader last fall. Brittany was Andy’s sixth girlfriend since then. His girlfriends didn’t stick around long, but they seemed to have fun while they were with Andy.
I jerked myself off when the sounds from next door became too distracting to continue studying. I remembered the exquisite feelings when I made love to Julie on Tuesday afternoon after school. I shot a huge load of cum over my chest as I remembered how it felt to slide my bare cock in and out of my lover.
Andy and Brittany finally got quiet around a quarter to five. They cleaned up in time to be presentable before my mom and our eleven-year-old sister Lizzie got home at five. Mom and Dad knew Andy and I had sex with our girlfriends after school and they tolerated it as long as we used protection and didn’t let Lizzie know what we were doing.
Ed Fritz joined Andy and me after dinner. Ed, who lives three doors down the street from me, had been lifting weights with me for the last two years. Andy started lifting a year ago after he decided to go out for football too. When we finished lifting, I called Jeremy North. Jeremy’s house was directly behind Ed’s house. Jeremy usually lifted at his house and then came over when the four of us did our daily three-mile run.
I wished my three friends well on their run. I sat in the living room until they would return. A couple minutes before they were expected, I hobbled out to the chair on the porch. They arrived back seconds after Will and Abby pulled in our driveway. The three of them were pretty sweaty when they got back to my house.
The four of us walked over to greet Will and Abby. Will took a quick look at Andy and exclaimed, “Shit! Not you too. How tall are you, Andy?”
Andy grinned and answered, “I was 6’-2” the last time I was measured.”
“No you are taller than that. Stand beside Kyle, Andy,” Will asked. Andy and I stood side by side. Abby and Will eyed us carefully. “What do you think honey?” Will asked his girlfriend.
“Andy definitely passed you Will. He isn’t taller than Kyle, but he isn’t shorter either.” Abby answered.
Will concluded, “I think your right. You’re 6’-4” now kid.”
I laughed, nudged Andy in the ribs and exaggerated looking down at Will. “Andy, we’ll just have to look after our LITTLE brother won’t we?”
Andy laughed too. “You need help, little old man?” Andy teased. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt your back or anything.”
“Old? I’m only twenty!” Will protested.
I confirmed, “Yep. Way past your prime. It’s all downhill from here, LITTLE brother.”
Our group dissolved into laughter. We exchanged hugs and greetings. When it was my turn with Abby, I pulled her aside and whispered in her ear. “Will told me your secret. Welcome to the family, sis.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Abby kissed my cheek and whispered back, “I’m happy to call you my brother now, Kyle. Thanks.”
Andy, Ed, Jeremy and I helped Will carry his luggage into the house. Ed and Jeremy headed for home. Andy and I went upstairs to shower from our workout. It felt right having the whole family together again.
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Dad got Andy and me up early on Saturday morning. Dad was the organizer for the scout troop’s spaghetti dinner that night. Andy and I helped most of the adults on the troop committee set up and prepare for the crowd we expected. The first shift of scouts arrived at 3:30. Dad briefed them on how to serve the food.
Dad put me in charge of supervising the scouts since I was Senior Patrol Leader (SPL) for my troop. The parents did the cooking in the church kitchen while we prepared the Fellowship Hall for the diners.
The first customers came in around 4:30. A steady stream of couples, singles and families kept everyone busy serving spaghetti, salad, garlic bread and deserts baked by the scout moms. The next shift of scouts came in at 5:30. Ed Fritz and I briefed them and made assignments to replace the first shift of scouts at 6 pm.
The crowd peaked a little after six. By the time the customers thinned to a trickle, we were exhausted. We served 208 dinners in about three hours. Mr. Houck, the troop treasurer, announced we should make around $800-900 for an evening’s work. The money would keep our troop solvent for a few more months.
The third shift of scouts arrived at 8 pm to do the dishes and clean up after the dinner. Dad, Andy and I didn’t get home again until 10 pm. It had been a long day. I showered and went straight to bed.
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I slept late on Monday. I finally got up, showered, grabbed breakfast and met Ed Fritz, Jeremy North and Hal Long at 11 AM at the church that sponsored our troop. We spent an hour setting up a compass course for the night’s scout meeting. Well, Ed, Jeremy and Hal set the course up. I hobbled along checking to make sure they did it right.
I choose Ed to be my assistant when I was elected SPL in January. Jeremy and Hal were promoted to the Senior Patrol to help Ed and me run the troop activities. The four of us tried to spend a little time every week before scout meetings to make sure we were prepared to run the meeting for our troop of 35 scouts. I was a little intimidated being in charge the first few weeks. After that I got used to my responsibilities. Being SPL was easy after two months on the job.
Hal, Jeremy, Ed and I had been close friends since first grade in elementary school. We did almost everything together; classes, lunch at school, Boy Scouts, goofing off, and football. Well, all of us were on the varsity football team except Hal. He loved soccer and was good at it too. Ed, Jeremy and I teased him constantly about playing a wussie sport like soccer. The four of us even lived close together. Ed lived two doors down the street from me. Jeremy lived behind Ed. Hal lived half a block east of Jeremy. It’s good to have friends like these three guys.
Mrs. Long gave the four of us a ride home when we were done. Andy and his girlfriend Brittany were having lunch when I got home. Brittany was average sized for an eighth grader, about 5’-2”. She kept her black hair short. They were finishing their lunch as I made my way into the kitchen on my crutches. I was getting pretty good at getting around on the damn crutches.
“Hi, Brittany. Hi, Andy,” I said cheerily as I greeted them.
“Hi, Kyle,” Brittany asked. “How’s your ankle?”
“It’s not too bad Brittany,” I explained. “Thanks for asking. The swelling is down mostly, and it doesn’t hurt unless I put a lot of weight on it. I’m surviving.”
“That’s good, Kyle,” Brittany answered. “I’m glad it’s not too bad.”
I asked, “What do you two have planned for this afternoon?”
Brittany blushed and looked down. Andy answered, “We’re planning to hang in my room and … uh, you know.” Andy pulled Brittany to him and gave her a kiss on the lips.
“I hope Julie and I don’t disturb the two of you today. Julie will be over in a few minutes and we plan to hang out in my room and do uh… you know too,” I said. Andy and Brittany excused themselves and headed upstairs for Andy’s room. I made myself a sandwich and grabbed some potato chips while I waited for my lover.
Julie arrived about fifteen minutes later. I greeted her with a kiss as soon as she came in the door. The two of us made quite a sight. My crutches were leaning against the wall. We kissed while I stood on one foot and hunched over so my mouth could reach my lover, who is eleven inches shorter than me.
I may not have looked graceful while I kissed, but my lips and tongue delivered my message. I was supremely happy to be together with Julie. We headed upstairs to my room after a minute of our tongues dueling.
I hopped and stepped up the stairs with my crutches without help. Julie commented, “You are getting better at that, Kyle. On Friday, I thought you were going to fall down every time I helped you up the steps at school.”
“I’ve had too much practice using these damn crutches since Friday, lover.”
I turned at the top of the steps and extended my hand to Julie. We exchanged another kiss as she reached the top of the steps. With two swings, I maneuvered myself in the door of my room. Julie passed me and had a seat on my bed while I closed the door and left my crutches against the wall by the door. It was easier to hop around my bedroom than use them there.
I hopped to my bed, stood flamingo style on one leg and removed my shirt. Julie reached out and unfastened my pants. She pulled them and my boxers down to my knees. I turned and sat my naked butt on my bed. “Could you finish undressing me, Julie? It is easier this way.”
“Sure.” Julie pulled my pants and boxers off and dropped them on the rug beside my bed. Julie stood in front of me and slowly, seductively, unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. Julie revealed one shoulder to my encouragement. She slowly lowered her blouse revealing her other shoulder and then her bra.
Julie unsnapped her bra and slid it off displaying her gorgeous grapefruit sized breasts. I’d swear they had grown since I first saw them four months ago when we started dating. They stood without any sag. Each was crowned with a quarter sized light brown areola and a nipple that stood out a half inch if she was excited. Julie was very excited this afternoon. So was I. My cock had swelled to its full seven inches.
I pulled Julie down on top of me. We kissed, locking our lips together as our tongues met, explored each other’s mouth and expressed the urgency and need for contact that we felt. Julie rubbed and mashed her tits against my bare chest as we made out. Julie rubbed her jeans covered mound against my bare cock.
“Oww! Ohhh… too many clothes, honey.” I moaned.
“Sorry, lover.” Julie said as she stood up. She leaned down and kissed the end of my cock. “Does it feel better now?”
“No. He wants to feel his naked best friend beside him,” I explained. Julie pulled her jeans, panties and stockings off and climbed on top of me. We locked our lips together and kissed. Julie squirmed and rubbed her naked body against mine while our tongues probed and touched.
I rolled Julie and me onto our sides after a few minutes. I wanted to get my hands on her tits. I caressed and squeezed them while I kissed a trail from Julie’s mouth down her neck and across her chest. I finished by teasing her right nipple with my tongue before I sucked it into my mouth.
Julie moaned and then asked, “Let’s 69, Kyle.”
Julie flipped around before I had time to answer. She was licking my erection when I managed say “OK, honey.” Julie proceeded to lick and suck my hard-on while I nuzzled and teased her womanhood.
In the past three and half months that Julie and I made love, she had become quite good at giving head. I did my best to stimulate Julie with my tongue and fingers while she brought me to climax. I was still holding on, barely, when I wormed two fingers into her pussy and stroked her inner wall to stimulate her g-spot.
Julie gasped, “Ooooohhhh…. Shiiiiit!” as her sex gushed juices all over my face. Julie panted and squirmed as she climaxed. Julie went straight back to sucking me off when she recovered from her orgasm.
Julie engulfed the top half of my erection with her mouth while she fondled my balls. My orgasm was approaching when Julie ratcheted up her stimulation. She gently slid a finger into my asshole and probed for my prostate. She touched it once and the feelings in my gut welled up. My cock swelled and then spurted my semen into Julie’s mouth.
My lover swallowed expertly, taking nearly all of my semen down her throat. Julie scrambled around so we were head-to-head again. I licked the small dribble of cum from her lips and then kissed her passionately.
My brother Andy and his girlfriend Brittany were getting loud as they pleasured each other on the other side of the wall from my bed. The headboard of Andy’s bed was banging on the wall as the two kids made love. Julie and I giggled at the two of them.
Julie and I were ready to go again after a few minutes of making out. Julie asked, “Can I be on top, Kyle. Will your ankle be all right?”
I laughed. “My ankle’s fine as long as I keep my weight off it. We can do almost any position you want except with me standing.”
Julie pushed me on my back. She climbed on top of me, grasped my seven incher and sat on it. I loved the feelings of my bare cock sliding into Julie’s silky, hot tunnel. I was glad Julie decided to start on the pill after Christmas. We had made love without condoms half a dozen times in the past month since Julie was protected from pregnancy.
I put my hands on Julie’s hips to steady her as she rode my cock. Julie would rise up pulling almost off my cock and then slowly impale herself again. I was fascinated to watch her inner lips pull away from her hole when she pulled up and then completely disappear when she dropped down again. Julie’s lubrication dribbled down my cock with each stroke.
Julie rode me for about five minutes when I decided to turn up the heat. I reached up, cupped each tit and squeezed them. I used my thumbs to twiddle her nipples while she rode me. Julie was panting as another climax approached. I dropped one hand down and circled my fingertip around Julie’s clitoris while she rode me. It swelled and I teased it more.
Julie grunted, “Ahhh… Yeah that’s… it Kyle…” I kept teasing her clit. “Oh, oh God… Aaaaaeeeiiiii…” Julie screamed as she shuddered. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock. Julie shook and then collapsed on my chest as her climax wracked her body. I held her against me as she recovered.
I kissed her cheeks and nibbled on her ear lobes. I thrust my hips up, driving my cock deeper into Julie. “Would you like more? I’m still ready,” I explained.
“Mmm, yes. That would be nice, Kyle,” Julie agreed.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over. I rose up on my knees and thrust hard and deep into my lover’s pussy. I pumped in and out for a couple minutes as Julie gasped and shook. Julie wrapped her legs around my butt as we approached another climax. I thrust my cock into my lover forcefully, grinding against Julie’s clit.
“Argh… that’s…” Julie groaned. I thrust in hard again. The feelings were swelling in my bottom. “IT!” Julie squealed as I hit bottom. I withdrew and started to push in again. My cock throbbed and splattered my semen all over the insides of my lover as I drove it into Julie one last time. My cock squashed against Julie’s cervix as the last few squirts of my sperm pooled against the entrance to her womb. Julie squealed again as she climaxed. Her pussy squeezed and milked the last drops of cum from my spent cock.
I collapsed on my lover, spent. Julie unlocked her legs from around me and rolled us over on our sides. My limp cock rolled out with a plop. The two of us lay there sweaty and panting on sheets wet from my cum and Julie’s juices for a couple minutes.
I stared at my lover. Strands of her blonde hair was scattered across my pillow and her face. Julie had her eyes shut and a big grin on her face. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her lips.
“Did you enjoy that, honey?” I asked.
“Mmmmm, yes, Kyle, I love you.”
“I love you too, Julie,” I answered.
The two of us lay together, exchanging hugs and quick kisses for a couple minutes. Finally, we untangled ourselves. We lay on our sides facing each other. Julie cooed, “That was fun Kyle.”
“Um hmmm. I enjoyed it Julie.” I responded. Julie and I got up and dressed.
As she was buttoning her blouse, Julie asked, “How is my brother doing in scouts?”
“W. J.? He’s doing well.” I answered.
“I’m glad. He loves Boy Scouts. He had a great time on the campout a couple weekends ago.”
“Good. Is he going to summer camp this summer? It will help him get a good start in scouts.”
“Yep. Mom and Daddy are sending him.” Julie answered.
“Why does he go by W. J.? Why not Bill or Billy or Will?”
“We have too many Bills in our family. Both of my granddads are Williams. Dad goes by Bill. My brother is really William Junior, but we have called him W. J. since he was a baby.”
“I see,” I said. “I’m glad he joined Boy Scouts this spring. He’s a neat kid.”
“I guess he’s a good little brother, most of the time. He gets on my nerves sometimes, but he’s OK.”
I laughed. “I know all about little brothers and sisters.” I hopped to the doorway and grabbed my crutches. I settled onto them and turned to face my lover. “Do you want to watch a movie, Julie?”
“Sure. That sounds like fun.” Julie answered. Julie headed downstairs. I followed as best I could. The two of us settled on the sofa and spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled together, watching a movie.
I asked Julie, “Are you still busy tomorrow afternoon?” when the movie was done.
“I have to baby sit my cousins. I’ll be over after lunch on Wednesday, lover. Are we still on for dinner together with Will, Abby and your family?”
“Yep. Will has promised to make it really special, a dinner to remember.”
“Cool! I’m looking forward to it,” Julie said. I gave my lover a final kiss before she went home.
Chapter 2
My teammates and I had agreed to meet at the high school on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings to practice during our Easter vacation. Will hauled Ed, Jeremy and me to practice. I brought along my folding camp chair so I could rest my ankle while I supervised our practice.
I set up my chair along the sideline of the practice field. I could have left it at home. I spent most of the two hours hopping along the sideline shouting encouragement, telling Ed or Jake what play to call next, and giving the receivers and defensive backs directions to improve their play. By the time practice was done, the group was teasing me, calling me “Coach.”
I should have used my chair more later in the morning. My ankle was swelling and sore when Will brought us home. I spent the afternoon with it elevated and iced down to help with the swelling.
In spite of my best intentions on Wednesday morning, I did the same thing again during practice. My ankle was aching when Andy and I got home from practice. Andy and I were finishing lunch when Julie arrived for the afternoon.
Julie smiled, kissed me and asked, “How are you doing, honey?”
“I’m fine.” I answered as I hopped to the sink with my lunch dishes. I hopped over to her and gave her a kiss.
Julie looked shocked. She asked, “What’s wrong, Kyle? I thought your ankle was doing better?”
“It was. I over did it at football practice yesterday and this morning.”
“You were practicing football?” she asked, incredulous.
Andy broke in. “Coach here wasn’t playing. He spent both mornings limping up and down the sidelines yelling at us.”
I straightened up. “I wasn’t yelling. I was trying to teach you guys. You weren’t running the plays correctly.”
“Yeah, Coach. Right!” Andy countered.
Julie was perplexed. “Why are you calling Kyle Coach?”
Andy replied, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, coach.” Andy stuck his tongue out at me.
“You wait turkey. I’ll kick your ass in a couple weeks when my ankle is better!” I declared, glaring at Andy.
Andy smiled and headed for the back door. “I’m out of here. I’m going over to Brittany’s house.”
“I’ll fix you, Andy,” I yelled as Andy went out the door. “You just wait.”
“You aren’t really mad at Andy, are you?” Julie asked.
“No,” I chuckled. “I was just teasing Andy. You know how brothers are.”
“I know. W. J. can drive me crazy sometimes.” Julie gave me a kiss on the cheek. “What do you want to do this afternoon lover? Head for your bedroom?”
I gave Julie a kiss on the lips. “Sorry honey. Not today. Will and Abby agreed to look after Lizzie. She’s upstairs in her room.”
“OOoohhh….” Julie groaned. “Do you want to watch a movie? I picked one up at the video store on the way over.”
Julie and I started for the family room when Will and Abby walked in the back door with two bags of groceries.
I queried, “What’s for dinner, Will?”
“You’ll see later. Now get out of here. Abby and I have a lot of work to do.” Will answered.
Julie helped me limp to the family room. She brought my ice pack. I had a seat on the couch and propped my ankle up on the coffee table. Julie wrapped a towel around my ankle to hold the ice pack in place. She popped the movie into the DVD player. She settled down beside me. I wrapped my arm around her. She laid her head against my chest while we watched the movie.
Julie and I headed back to the kitchen when the movie was over. I asked, “How’s dinner coming? I smell the bacon.”
“What are you making?” I queried.
“Twice baked potatoes.” Abby replied as she stirred the frying pan of bacon.
Julie asked, “Why do you call them twice baked?”
“I baked the potatoes for an hour already. They are over there cooling. When they are cool, I will scoop the insides out, leaving a shell. I’ll mash the insides of the potatoes and add crumbled bacon and shredded cheese.”
“Mmmm…. this sounds good.” I added.
Will said, “If you two are going to hang around the kitchen, I’ll put you to work. Shooo…”
I laughed and said, “That’s cool, Will. How can we help?”
Julie added, “Sure. I’d enjoy helping. What do you need?”
“Seriously?” Will asked.
“Sure. Julie and I will help,” I answered.
Abby said, “OK. You two can make the dessert. We are having peach parfait.”
Abby assigned me the job of sitting at the table and chopping the pound cake into 3/4" cubes and dicing the peach slices. Julie made vanilla pudding. Will collected 10 parfait glasses from Mom’s good set of dishes.
I looked over at Will. He was pounding out chicken breasts into thin patties. I asked, “What is that for?”
“Chicken Cordon Bleu.” Will answered.
Julie purred, “You’re really going all out tonight, aren’t you?”
Will grinned. Abby answered the question. “We want tonight to be a night to remember.”
I put a layer of cake cubes in the bottom of each glass. “What’s next?”
Abby handed me a small bottle. The label said it was peach schnapps. She directed, “Put one tablespoon in each glass. No more!”
“What will Mom say when she taste the schnapps?”
“It’s one tablespoon. She won’t notice. We’ll keep this part our secret, OK?” Will said.
“Sure” “Top Secret Will, I promise.” Julie and I answered.
I added a layer of peaches. Julie added a layer of pudding. We repeated the process with more cake, schnapps, peaches and pudding. We topped it off with whipped cream and a sprig of mint. Julie carried the parfaits to the refrigerator. I sat and watched Abby and Will work.
Will added a slice of ham to each chicken cutlet, added cheese and rolled the cutlets. Will breaded the chicken rolls and set them on a cookie sheet. Abby combined the crumbled bacon, smashed potatoes and cheese. She filled the potato skins with the mixture.
Will checked his watch. “It’s an hour to dinner. We have some free time. The chicken goes in the oven in thirty minutes. The potatoes go in the oven in forty-five minutes.”
The four of us hung out at the kitchen table and talked. Mom got home from work just before Will put the chicken in the oven. Will sent Mom off to relax. Tonight was her night off from housework. She appreciated that.
Lizzie popped in the kitchen to check things out a few minutes later. Will greeted her, “Hey, squirt. How’s it going?” and gave her a hug.
Lizzie answered, “It’s good. Can I help with anything?”
“Sure. Why don’t you and Julie set the dining room table? We are serving ten tonight.”
Julie and Lizzie set the table while Abby prepared the salad for dinner. I rested my ankle and watched. Dad got home just before the potatoes went in the oven to bake again. Andy got home from Brittany’s house just after Dad arrived. Will warned everyone that it was ten minutes until dinner. Abby’s parents arrived a couple minutes later.
Abby seated everyone just as the food came out of the oven. I managed to grab a seat beside Julie. Abby served a fruit cocktail appetizer while Will finished the preparations in the kitchen.
Will and Abby brought the main dishes out when we finished the appetizer. They sat down and joined us in our meal. The conversation flowed freely between my parents, Abby’s parents, and us kids. Our families had been friends almost since Will and Abby started dating four and a half years ago. The Chicken Cordon Bleu was fantastic. Abby’s twice baked potatoes were good too.
The peach parfaits were greeted with oohs and ahs when they appeared. The parfaits disappeared in a blink. Will and Abby gave Julie and me credit for the dessert.
When everyone was done, Dad sat back and said, “That was great Will and Abby. Thank you for dinner.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Martin.” Abby answered.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Will added.
Dad continued, “I can’t help but wonder. What are you buttering us up for?”
Mom frowned, “Behave yourself, Dan. Our son and his girlfriend can make us dinner and not want anything.”
Will laughed. “Dan isn’t entirely wrong. I did want to talk to you about something tonight. You know how I have to register for dorm space for next fall in a couple weeks? I was thinking I’d like to get a place off campus instead.”
Dad asked, “How much would this cost?”
“If I get a roommate, it won’t cost much more than room and board in the dorms.” Will explained.
Mom asked, “Have you found a roommate, Will?”
“Um, actually I have.” Will said with a grin. “My fiancée would like to share the apartment with me.”
Abby pulled her hands out from under the table and displayed the engagement ring she had kept hidden since she got home for spring break. All of us sat staring at Abby’s ring for about thirty seconds. Then it was bedlam. Everyone fired questions at Will and Abby faster than they could answer them.
When things finally calmed down, Will told the story. “I asked Abby to marry me last Thursday night.”
Abby broke in. “Will was so cute. He was down on one knee in the restaurant when he asked me to marry him. The people at the tables near us clapped for us when I said yes.”
Jim Hendricks, Abby’s dad, asked, “Do you plan to get married right away?”
Will grinned and answered, “No. We are planning a long engagement. We would like to get married in two years after we finish our undergrad studies.”
Our two families continued discussing the news for a few minutes. Finally, Will asked, “Mom, Dad… what do you think? Will you help Abby and me get an apartment next fall?”
Mom stared at Dad. I glanced over at Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks. They were doing the same thing. Mom broke the quiet. “I think we should help them, Dan, don’t you?”
Dad answered, “Yes. Jim, Elaine? What do you think?”
Mrs. Hendricks sighed and nodded her head yes. “My baby is getting engaged. I think we should help them, Jim. Don’t you?”
“OK,” Jim replied. The parents headed to the living room with Abby and Will to discuss the details. Julie and I volunteered to clear the table and load the dish washer.
We were in the middle of loading the dishwasher when I asked, “Isn’t this great news, Julie?”
“It is. I’m so happy for Abby and Will. They make a great couple.”
“You know they started dating in tenth grade just like us. Do you see us still together in four years like them?”
Julie answered, “I don’t know. That’s a long time.”
“I know it is. I guess what I’m asking is if you think our relationship is serious.”
“I know I’m serious about you. I’m in love with you. I don’t know if we can make it last like your brother and Abby. We’re not even sixteen yet.”
“Do you want to try? That’s all I want to know,” I asked.
Julie didn’t answer, at least not with words. She hugged me, stared into my eyes and then pulled my head down so we could kiss. It was one of the most passionate kisses the two of us ever shared.
Finally, the two of us broke apart. Julie purred into my ear, “I’ll do my best to make this last, Kyle. I love you completely.”
“We will figure this out, Julie. We’ll stay together.”
Julie and I headed for the family room to cuddle and watch TV. Andy was already there, sprawled out on the floor. Both of us had seen the movie already, but it was a good one. We settled in on the couch to watch it. Julie and I made out a little when the movie was over. Nothing to serious, after all, Andy was on the floor beside us. Julie glanced at her watch when we stopped to catch our breath.
Julie said, “I’ve got to call for my ride home soon, Kyle.”
“Can we get together tomorrow, sweetie?”
“No. I’m sorry. My mom and I are going shopping in King of Prussia. We’ll be gone most of the day. How about Friday after lunch?”
“I’m working on my Eagle project Friday. I have about fifteen scouts coming to help me with it.”
Julie asked, “Are we still on for our double date with Trent and Ashley?”
“Of course. I’m in charge of the project. I’ll be done in plenty of time to shower and get ready for our date. Don’t worry about it.”
“What is an Eagle Project, Kyle? You’ve talked about it before, but I’m not sure what it is.”
“You know Eagle is the highest rank in Boy Scouts, right?”
“I know.”
“A prospective Eagle scout needs to be active in Boy Scouts, earn twenty-one merit badges, live up to the Scout Oath and Law, and serve as a leader in his troop. When that is done, he does a community service project where he shows the leadership skills he has learned in scouts to plan, organize and carry out the project. The project is a big deal. It usually takes 80, a 100 or 120 hours of work to accomplish.”
Julie asked, “I knew it was a big deal, but I didn’t know it was that big. What is your community service?”
“I’m preparing a map of my church cemetery; cataloging all the tombstones in it and creating a database so people can access the information for the church or for genealogical studies. My crew and I start collecting information on Friday. We plan to work from 9 AM to 3 PM.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. Should W. J. come and help?”
“Sure. Your brother is welcome. I can use all the help I can get. Remind him to bring a lunch.”
“I’ll do that, Kyle,” Julie answered. The two of us kissed. We pulled apart when the doorbell rang. “That’s probably Daddy. You rest your ankle. I can see myself out.”
“I’m done down here. I’m going to my room when you leave. I’ll walk you to the door.”
I limped out to the foyer with Julie. Mr. Simpson greeted me. I gave my lover a good night kiss before she left. I headed upstairs to browse the internet awhile and then listen to some tunes.
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Andy and I broke our vacation habit by getting up early on Friday to get ready for my project. Andy loaded my equipment and supplies in Will’s car. Will gave us a ride to the church. Andy and I were the first to arrive. Andy helped me set up in the grave yard.
Ed, Jeremy and Hal arrived a couple minutes later. I had assigned them tasks. Each would lead a crew of three or four scouts to do their assignments. Hal’s crew would measure locations of the tombstones. Ed and Jeremy’s teams would transcribe the information on each tombstone onto forms I made up and take pictures of each tombstone.
I kept Julie’s eleven-year-old brother W. J. as my personal go-fer. W. J. ran any errands I needed. He kept the water cooler filled all day. He delivered supplies to my teams of workers. W. J. was a pretty neat kid. I was glad he joined Boy Scouts.
My work crews took a break at noon for lunch. We went back to work after lunch. We had over half of the cemetery mapped and catalogued by the time the scouts’ rides arrived. I planned to have another work day in the beginning of May to complete the outside work.
Justin Baer agreed to prepare the plan of the cemetery for me. Mr. Clark, our scoutmaster, worked with databases and HTML coding at work. He agreed to set up the database and web pages for us. If everything went according to my plans, I would have everything done for my Eagle rank before I went to work on camp staff at our scout camp for the summer.
Will arrived a little after 3 PM to pick up Andy and me. We headed for home. Andy let me shower first since I had a date tonight. I kept thinking about the last time Trent, Ashley, Julie and I went on a double date. It was about a month ago. After dinner, we parked on the dirt lane south of Strasburg. Julie and I had sex in the middle seat in Trent’s mini-van while Trent and Ashley did it in the back seat. I ended up beating off while I remembered that crazy night. I shaved my sparse blond whiskers, such as they were. I didn’t want to scratch Julie when we kissed.
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Trent arrived at my house a few minutes early. I headed out to his mini-van. I gave Ashley a kiss on the cheek when I got in the car. Trent headed straight over to Julie’s house to pick her up. We planned to have dinner at a small restaurant in Millersville and then check out the movies that were playing tonight.
Dinner was excellent. After double dating five times in the past five months, the four of us had gotten to be close friends. Trent drove us over to the movie theater. We checked out the movies. The two movies we thought sounded good were sold out.
I asked, “What do you want to do, gang?”
Ashley sniffed, “A G rated Disney flick, two dumb horror movies, and a lame comedy. Bleah! We need to find something better than this.”
“I’m with you, Ash. These other movies suck,” Trent added.
“Could we find somewhere to go for some fun? I wouldn’t mind getting intimate with Kyle,” Julie suggested with a big grin.
“Cool!” I said. I gave my lover a kiss. The four of us discussed it for a little and agreed that would be the most fun we could have in the evening. I suggested we head south to the field where Stacie and I and later Sally and I had hooked up in the fall. The weather was mild for early April. Even though it was approaching dusk, the temperatures were still in the seventies. I directed Trent to the secluded field a mile and a half behind a development.
We were getting blankets out of the back of the mini-van when another car pulled into the field. Julie and my friends looked surprised. I looked the car over and waved. It was Stacie Thompson’s car. Stacie grinned and waved back. She pulled her car up beside ours. My teammate and friend Drew McCormick waved to us to from the passenger’s seat. Drew was in tenth grade like me.
Stacie and Drew hopped out of their car. Stacie gushed, “Tiger! Julie! It’s great to see you. Who are your friends?”
Drew added, “Hi, Kyle. How are you doing, Julie?”
I answered, “We’re good. I didn’t expect to run into you here tonight. I’d like to introduce my friends. Drew, Stacie, this is Trent Wilson and his girlfriend Ashley High. Trent, Ashley, this is Drew McCormick and Stacie Thompson.”
My friends greeted each other. I explained, “Drew, you have met Trent before. He covered you a few times the last time we played his team, Central. You remember. When you lined up at wide receiver.”
Trent extended his hand to shake with Drew. “McCormick, number 27. I do remember you. It’s nice to meet you like this. This is a lot better than trying to tackle you during a game.” My friends shook hands.
Drew added, “I remember you, Trent. You tackled me on my second fake reverse and stopped me from scoring a touchdown.”
The six of us talked for a couple minutes and agreed that the two-acre field was plenty big for all of us to have some privacy to get intimate. Julie and I took our blanket down by the stream. Trent and Ashley headed further downstream from us. Drew and Stacie stayed near the upper end of the field.
We had a lot of extra time since we skipped the movie. We took our time making love. Julie took my cock in her mouth and performed fellatio on me. Julie promised a lot more fun when I came.
I pleasured Julie with my fingers and tongue next. I brought her to a loud orgasm when I worked on her G-spot. Julie and I cuddled for a couple minutes, kissing and necking. Julie pulled her knees up to her chin when she was ready to share herself with me. I rested her ankles on my shoulders.
I pumped in and out of my lover rhythmically while we joined together. I had been reading on-line about the Tantric philosophy. I tried it for the first time that night. Three shorts strokes followed by one long slow deep one. I brought Julie to two orgasms while we made love the first time that evening. I finally allowed myself to cum after about twelve minutes together.
Julie and I kissed and cuddled while my batteries recharged. The two of us listened to the sounds of Drew, Stacie, Trent and Ashley screwing in the distance. We exchanged kisses, nibbles and “I love you.” for awhile. My sloppy limp cock started to harden when Julie went lower and played with and sucked my nipples. It went completely erect when her kisses took her down my chest and stomach to it.
Julie cooed, “Can I be on top this time, Kyle?”
I answered, “Sure thing sweetie.” as I rolled on my back for her. Julie climbed on top of me and slid my hard erection into her pussy smoothly. I marveled at the warm sloppy embrace of her pussy around my cock. Julie started off slowly impaling herself on my rod. Her pussy juices, mixed with my first load of cum leaked out, matting my curly pubic hair into a tangle with our sticky juices.
Julie worked herself up to a faster rhythm. I played with her tits as she rode me. I thrust my cock into her in time with her strokes when Julie started to breathe irregularly. I knew she was approaching another orgasm. I slipped a hand down from her breasts and started to tease her clit. Julie lasted another thirty seconds before she exploded with a scream that could be heard on the other side of the field.
I steadied her while her orgasm coursed through her body, stroking my cock up into her as she shimmied. Julie asked, “Did you cum too?” when she calmed down.
“Not yet. Let’s keep going.” I answered. Julie rode me for another five minutes before a second orgasm took her.
“Ooohhh… Did you… ahhh… cummmm??” Julie grunted as she came.
“I’m close lover. Keep going.” I answered. I used my hands to steady her as she drove my cock into herself. I met her down thrusts by driving my cock into her. I lasted maybe sixty more seconds before the feelings took me away to Nirvana. I launched spurt after spurt of semen into my lover’s body when we completed our joining. Julie collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her while the two of us recovered our senses.
We held each other for a couple minutes before we were interrupted. I looked over towards the sounds of footsteps approaching. It was Drew and Stacie. Drew had pants on, but no shirt. Stacie’s T-shirt barely covered her panties. She was carrying her skirt in her hand.
Drew asked, “Hey, Coach.”
“What?” I answered as Julie giggled at my new nickname.
“Trent and I were talking. You guys want to grab some ice cream together before all of us head for home tonight?” He pulled his shirt on as he waited for a reply.
I held Julie’s head and stared into her eyes. “What do you think? Do you want to?” Julie nodded yes.
“Sure, Drew,” I agreed. “That sounds good. Give us a couple minutes to clean up and get dressed.”
I used a wash cloth I had brought along to clean Julie and myself up. We dressed and joined our friends at the cars. Trent and Ashley were leaning against his car holding each other. Stacie and Drew were sitting on the hood of her car waiting for us.
Drew gave Stacie a quick kiss and asked, “Can I drive for awhile?”
Stacie returned the kiss. “OK, honey.”
I exclaimed, “What? When did you get your driver’s license?”
Drew grinned at us. “I passed the test this morning.” He held up his brand-new photo ID.
Julie and I congratulated Drew. I whined, “I bet I’m the last guy in our grade to get my license. I turn sixteen on July 9th. I’ll be in scout camp all summer. I won’t even be able to get my permit until the end of August.”
Julie kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t worry, Kyle. Daddy has promised me he will give me enough time this summer so I can get my license before school starts. I can give you a ride anywhere you need this fall.”
“Thank you, Julie. I appreciate that. I feel funny about bumming rides from everybody. It sucks being one of the youngest kids in your class, especially this year when everyone I know is getting their licenses and I can’t.”
“Come on, little boy. Let’s go get you some ice cream.” Julie said as she led me by the hand back to Trent’s car. We agreed to meet at the ice cream shop in Millersville. Drew headed back north, very carefully, like someone who had a driver’s license for about six hours. Trent followed behind Drew. We eventually made it to the ice cream shop. The six of us talked a bit while we enjoyed our evening treats. Julie reminded everyone about her sweet sixteen birthday party next month. She wanted to make sure they all could attend.
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Julie and I shared quiet time at her house on Monday in the afternoon after I helped Mom do her annual spring cleaning. She always used the day after Easter for this.
Julie and I made love in my bedroom after school on Tuesday as we usually did. Tuesday evening was our monthly Venturer Crew meeting. Tonight, we were going to plan out our route for the eight-day trip to Algonquin Provincial Park in August.
Penny Edwards, president of the Venturer Crew and my ex-girlfriend, had organized our group into three crews. I was leader of one crew, Hal led the second crew and Penny led the third crew with the youngest crew members.
My crew was going to include Ed and his girlfriend Lindsey Fuller; Jake Kring and his girlfriend Morgan Wentz; and of course, Julie. Hal convinced his girlfriend Tammy to come. Jeremy and Kathy were returning for their second trip to Algonquin. Ninth graders Paul Abbott and Mark Good rounded out Hal’s crew. Originally Penny was taking her boyfriend Luke Simmons, Stefany Horst was going with her boyfriend Brandon McCafferty, along with my brother and his best friend Eric Connell and Heather Miller. Heather was Will’s friend Jon Miller’s younger sister.
It started to change when Penny broke up with Luke two weeks ago. Luke decided he couldn’t spend two weeks with Penny this summer and dropped out of the trip.
Some of us gathered a few minutes early for the meeting. Penny announced a new crisis.
“Stefany told me after school today that she is dropping out of Venturers and not going to Canada with us this summer. I have no idea why,” Penny explained.
Brandon spoke up. “I know what is going on. Stef and I had a big fight yesterday afternoon. We broke up. After we agreed to break up, she asked me to drop out of Venturers and the trip to Algonquin. I told I wouldn’t.”
Ed asked, “Why would she expect you to drop out of the trip? It doesn’t make sense.”
Brandon continued, “I know. We argued about this for a while. I ended up getting even madder at her. She insisted she wouldn’t go on the trip if I went.”
“That’s stupid,” I said. “If it bothers her so much to have you in the same crew, you could switch to my crew. I wouldn’t mind.”
“I know. I suggested that to her,” Brandon said. “She wouldn’t listen. She demanded that I drop out of the trip. I paid my money. I’m having fun in Venturers. I’ve been looking forward to the trip to Canada for six months. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her spoil things for me.”
“That’s Stefany for you,” Ed said. “When she gets something in her head, it sticks. You have my sympathy, Brandon.”
“Thanks, Ed,” Brandon answered. “I guess you understand.” Ed had been Stefany’s first boyfriend last year. Stef took every opportunity to put Ed down too when she could.
“Let me talk to Stef,” Penny suggested. “Maybe I can get her to change her mind.”
Ed said, “Good luck! When Stef makes her mind up, she doesn’t usually doesn’t change it.”
“I’ll try. Brandon, are you willing to switch to Kyle’s crew if I convince Stef?”
Brandon answered, “Sure. If Kyle will have me.”
I added, “I’d be happy to have you in my crew, Brandon.”
Penny asked, “How many kids do you have now, Kyle?”
“If Brandon is with me, seven kids and two adults to be named later. Have we had any luck finding the last two adults to go with my crew?” I asked.
Joe Baer, our advisor, broke in, “I have Kyle. I talked to all the parents with kids in your crew. I have a solution for our chaperone problem. All your parents agreed to allow Will and Abby to be the chaperones for your crew.”
Ed grinned. “Cool! Will and Abby are going. I like that.”
I asked, “How can we do this? Will isn’t twenty-one yet. How can you count him as an adult?”
Joe explained, “You remember how our crew went everywhere with Will and Justin’s crew last trip? We would do the same thing this summer. Your crew will travel with Hal’s crew or Penny’s crew. Your parents are OK with Will and Abby as chaperones. We meet the two-deep adult leadership requirement for Boy Scouts if your crew is always with another crew that has two adults in it. Is that OK, Kyle?”
“Yes. That works. Actually, it’ll be cool to be the crew leader and get to run things and have Will along. It could be very cool.”
Joe laughed. “You do realize that the chaperones can overrule your decisions as crew leader if you get carried away, right?”
“I know. I’ll behave myself.” I answered.
Joe glanced at his watch. “It’s two minutes after seven. Let’s get the meeting started, Penny.”
Penny called the meeting to order. We did our regular opening. Next, we reviewed some of our options for planning our route. After some discussion, we agreed that all three crews would follow the same route.
We discussed various options during the evening. I won a majority of the crew members over to my suggestion. I suggested that we follow the same route that Justin and Will’s crew followed on their first trip six years ago. Will had told me about how pretty and how isolated Lake Lavielle was. It sounded very appealing.
We would start on Opeongo Lake, head for Proulx Lake for a day, Big Crow Lake for a day, have two days on Lake Lavielle, stop on Dickson Lake for one day and then head back to Opeongo Lake where we would be picked up by a water taxi.
Penny ended the meeting with an appeal for anyone to try to sign up one more person for the trip. Penny’s crew was down to four kids. Five or six kids would be better. Heather Miller said she might know of someone who would be interested in the trip. She promised to get back to Penny tomorrow night if she had any luck getting another person for the crew.
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I had Ed carry a folding chair from the gym to our practice field on Wednesday after school for our practice. I spent part of the afternoon observing from the side of the field watching the action. I hobbled up and down the field when things didn’t go right, using my crutch as a pointer. I managed to keep things under control.
Thursday afternoon, before practice started, my teammates took revenge. In addition to teasing me by calling me “coach”, they got me a whistle of my own. I used it frequently during Thursday’s practice. My friends were trying to tease me, but I thought it was fun. They may have regretted giving me a whistle by the time practice was done.
My ankle was improving. I could go short distances without the crutches. I could see how with another week of rest, I would be ready for action again.
My scout troop had a campout on the weekend of 13-15th. I delegated most everything that needed done to Ed, Hal, Jeremy, Mark and Paul. I enjoyed sitting with Mr. Clark and Mr. Good and resting my ankle. I felt I would be able to ditch the crutches after the weekend. If I managed to behave myself next week during football practice and gym class, I should be able to start working out and running in a week.
I left my crutches at home on Monday. My ankle felt pretty good though I did favor my left leg a little when I walked. It felt even better on Tuesday. I didn’t limp at all.
As was our custom, Julie and I got together at my house after school on Tuesday. We shared our bodies with each other that afternoon. Julie and I used our once or twice a week love making sessions to continue to build and strengthen our feelings for each other.
Wednesday and Thursday’s practices went well. I could spend more time instructing now that I could walk around during the whole practice. I spent my time both days working with Jake Kring, Marcus Shaeffer, Jason Harting, Pete Ellis and my brother Andy. Pete was in tenth grade like me, but was buried on the depth chart at tight end. Jake, Jason, and Marcus were in ninth grade this year. Jake was the JV quarterback last season, Jason was the other wide receiver on JV who played opposite Andy and Marcus was the starting tailback on the JV team last season.
I expected all of these kids to be varsity next year, though most likely second or even third string. The tips and tricks I was teaching them might not help next season, but would give our team more depth if someone got injured. It would also help for the season after that when these guys could step up to starters.
I still got teased about using my whistle too much and was called “Coach” constantly. I took the teasing in stride.
We were nearly finished with practice when Coach Caffrey came out to the field with Coach Graham, Coach Wyndham, Justin Baer and a few more people I didn’t recognize.
Coach Caffrey smiled and asked, “Hi, Kyle. How’s your ankle?”
“It’s feeling good,” I answered. “I got rid of the crutches last weekend. I should be able to start running again next weekend.”
“Could you call everyone over? I have some introductions to make. We just finished a planning meeting with the other coaches.” Coach Caffrey replied.
I blew my whistle and called everyone in to huddle up around Coach Caffrey.
“I’m delighted to see all of you out here practicing today,” Coach announced. “Your work now is going to pay big dividends in the fall during the next season. Most of you know we have been making some modifications to our football program so we can improve our team and advance further into the playoffs and compete with the state’s elite teams.”
“All of you know about the weight lifting program we started after Christmas. That will help. The school board has agreed to hire more coaching assistants to help Coach Graham, Coach Wyndham and me with our preparations. I want to introduce all of you to the new assistants we hired.”
“Coach Frank Fisher will be assisting Coach Wyndham. He will work with the defensive line. Coach Kurt Rodgers will help Coach Graham with the offensive line. Coach Justin Baer will assist with quarterbacks, running backs and receivers. The additional help will allow us to give you boys better instruction during practices and games. We are also recruiting football boosters to scout our opposition’s games. I’m really looking forward to the next season. I think we are laying the groundwork to dominate our league in the regular season and drive further into the playoffs. Keep up the good work guys. All of this is going to pay off in the fall.”
Coach Caffrey’s impromptu speech brought our practice to a close. Greg, Andy, Ed, Jeremy and I met for our ride home. Justin caught up with us to talk.
Justin smiled and asked, “Surprised?”
I answered, “You bet. How the hell are you going to find time for this?”