Lost & Found
Chapter 89

Copyright© 2007 by Douglas Fox

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 89 - Kyle Martin goes to PSU seeking football glory. Read about his successes, failures and excesses as he tries to find his place in the world

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Romantic   Group Sex   Anal Sex   School  

Friday, June 28th – West Grove, Pa.

Penny and I arrived about fifteen minutes ahead of our scheduled appointment for closing on our new Landenberg home. The receptionist sat us in the conference room. Penny slipped her hand across and grasped mine as we waited.

"You nervous?" I asked. Memories of the NFL players who lost bundles of money from poor investments still echoed in my head from a couple days earlier.

"Petrified," Penny answered quietly. "This is like ... twenty times as much money as I've ever dealt with before."

"It's a great house," I responded. "We are making the right decision." I mostly believed what I was saying. Didn't I?

"My head knows we are," Penny agreed. "My heart is still fluttering anyway." She took a deep breath. "It IS a great house."

Mike Hoffman came in a minute later carrying a handful of folders. "You two ready for this?" he asked politely.

"I guess," I managed, forcing a grin.

"You two have it easy compared to most young couples," Mike answered. "They're committing to thirty years of payments. You will own this house free and clear." He paused and gave us a big smile. "Would you like some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be nice," I said, managing to return Mike's smile.

"Decaf tea if you have it," Penny added. "Nothing if you don't have decaf."

"I'll send some in for you," Mike said. "The Keefers will be here any minute and we can get down to business."

My coffee, Penny's tea and the Keefers all arrived at the same time. Mr. and Mrs. Keefer looked to be in their early fifties. Mike appeared seconds later and introduced everyone.

"I understand I have Al Conwell to thank for helping sell my house," Don Keefer said as we shook hands. "DuPont promoted me to Western Sales Manager six months ago. Barb and I have been living out of a little apartment in Phoenix since then. Now we can get ourselves a proper house."

"You'll live in Phoenix?" Penny asked.

"No, actually we're moving to Colorado in a month or two," Don Keefer answered. "I had some issues to deal with in Phoenix. When they are done we plan to buy a place on the north side of Denver. It's a lovely area."

"We know," I said. "Our second house is in Lone Tree, on the south side of Denver towards Castle Rock."

"That's right, Al said you were a football player," Don Keefer said. "I take it you play for the Broncos."

"I do," I replied.

"Is everyone comfortable?" Mike asked. "Don and Barb ... would you like some coffee?" They did. The receptionist brought coffee for the Keefers a minute later. She stayed.

"Mary is our notary too," Mike explained. "Let's get going." He reviewed the terms of our deal. He reviewed the title report and building inspection report. Everything looked good on the reports. I made out a check for the cost of the house, the closing fees and the real estate transfer tax.

Don and Barb Keefer signed the deed when Mike accepted my check. The notary signed the deed, witnessing the signatures. Don and Barb handed over the keys to our new house.

Penny and I shook hands with Mike, Don and Barb after the transaction was completed.

"Do you mind answering a question, Don?" I asked. "You said you moved to Phoenix six months ago. Who has been taking care of the lawn this spring? The place is kept up so well."

"Stoudt's Lawn Service has been doing the work," Don answered.

"Penny and I need someone to keep the place up until the end of August," I said. "Both of us will be living in Denver until school starts. Could you give us the contact information for them? We'd love to have whoever has done the work continue."

"I can give you that information," Mike offered.

"Carl Stoudt does great work," Don said. "I have a brown thumb. The place wouldn't look nearly as good as it does if not for Carl."

"Enjoy the home," Barb added. "It is a great place to raise a family."

"Look us up when you get to Denver," I added. "I won't be in the phone book but you can get me a message through the Broncos."

Mike Hoffman gave us the contact info for Stoudt's Lawn Service. Penny and I decided to take a drive down to our new house, now that it was ours. We grabbed some sandwiches in West Grove before we headed south. We enjoyed a nice lunch on our deck behind our new house.


Kathy, Jeremy, Hal, Tammy, Penny and I went out to the dance club Saturday night. We enjoyed the night out. Penny was our designated driver again. Everyone understood why now that the secret of Penny being pregnant was out. We got to talking about the commercial we were shooting at camp next week.

I reminded the guys that they were expected to be in scout uniform for the shoot. Ed and I would be fine. We had worked at camp recently enough that our uniforms fit. Hal was probably OK too. He hadn't put on that much muscle since high school. Jeremy was another case entirely. He had put on at least 30-40 pounds of muscle since high school. I gave my friend directions to the scout office in Lancaster. He needed to pick up a proper uniform before Thursday.

One of the advantages of having a pregnant fiancée was what the extra hormones did to her libido. Penny loved having me play with her nipples and breasts. No problem by me. She loved having me eat her out. It's all good. She demanded I bury my bone in her pussy repeatedly. I did so with gusto.

Penny and I were bleary eyed Sunday morning when we headed to church. Thankfully neither of us fell asleep during church. We really should have skipped the fourth round of sex at 2:00 am early that morning. We pasted on cheery smiles when we headed out at the end of service.

"Are the two of you all ready for the big day?" Reverend Hollinger asked enthusiastically after the service.

"There's a million details to take care of," Penny said, " ... but we will be ready."

"Rehearsal still on Friday at 6:30pm, right?" I added.

"It is," Rev confirmed.

"Thanks for agreeing to do it so late," I added. "Will and Abby couldn't make it back from camp any earlier. The pool is a zoo on Friday afternoons as all the kids try to finish up their merit badges at the last minute."

"I'm looking forward to dinner at Gibraltar," Rev responded. "It's good they can accommodate you. It is supposed to be an excellent restaurant."

"Nothing but the best for our guests," Dad inserted. Mom and Dad were right behind Penny and me in the receiving line after church.


Penny and I spent Sunday afternoon at my house working on the ideas for our personal vows. Andy had just finished reviewing with Noah and Connor (for about the tenth time) what they would do during the wedding ceremony next Saturday. The twins were proud to be trusted to carry the wedding rings during the ceremony but more than a little worried whether they would do it right.

The three boys were fooling around after the twins finished their lecture on their duties. Andy headed off to the family room to relax. Next thing Penny and I hear is Noah taunting, "We get to be in 'da weddin' an' you don't."

"Yeah," Connor confirmed. "Mom-Mom says you too much'a baby."

"I AM NOT!" Hunter insisted.

"Are too!" Noah countered. "We get to carry the rings."

"You hafta sit with Mom-Mom," Connor added. Hunter let out a wail and shoved Noah to the floor. Connor jumped in, trying to pull Hunter off his brother. Penny and I jumped in and pulled the boys apart.

"Don't fight," Penny insisted as she grabbed Hunter.

"Don't taunt your uncle, guys," I insisted as the twins picked themselves up. "You need to treat each other decently."

The ruckus attracted Mom's attention. She came running. By then Hunter was crying.

"What did you boys do?" Mom demanded.

"Nothin', Mom-Mom," Noah insisted. Connor hung his head and said nothing.

"The twins were teasing Hunter about him not being in the wedding," I added. "Then..."

"Teasing?" Mom demanded. "We have talked about this before, boys. Families treat each other with respect. I think the two of you need a timeout."

"No!" Noah wailed. "Hunter was..."

"I don't want to hear it," Mom insisted. "Do you want a twenty minute timeout instead of ten, Noah?"

"No," he answered mournfully. Connor wisely started towards the designated time out spot. Noah stamped his feet as he followed his brother.

"Ten minutes on the top step, Connor," Mom directed. "Stop stamping your feet, Noah. You have twenty minutes on the bottom step. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mom-Mom," Noah agreed. My nephew was slowly learning the lesson I learned a long time ago – don't fool with Mom. Her word was law around here. Mom headed back to the living room.

Hunter managed to calm himself. "Why can't I be in wedding?" he asked Penny. "I'll be good."

Mom had insisted that we not use Hunter as a part of the wedding party. She felt that at three, his attention span was too short to behave himself up front through the whole service. He wouldn't walk to the front of the church on Sundays with his nephews. He insisted on Mom, Dad, Liz or Andy walking along with him. The twins were fine going alone. Hunter wanted to act like he was four years old like his nephews, but sometimes he didn't have the maturity to pull it off. Mom felt this was one of those times.

"We have two rings for the ceremony," I explained.

"What would you carry if the twins carry our wedding rings?" Penny added.

"I wanna be a part of the wedding," Hunter begged.

"We don't need you for the ceremony," I explained. I looked at Penny and arched my eyebrows. "We do have a job for you at the reception. Would you like to help Penny and I cut the wedding cake?" Penny gave me a big smile and nodded her agreement.

"Cut the cake for everyone?" Hunter exclaimed.

"Not all two hundred guests," I answered. "You'll help cut the first three pieces – one for Penny, one for me and one for you."

"OK, I do that, Kyle," Hunter agreed.

"Do you know you got lucky Mom didn't find out about you pushing Noah?" I asked. Hunter frowned and nodded that he did. "You should go have a seat somewhere and think about what you did too. Noah and Connor shouldn't have teased you but you shouldn't have pushed Noah."

"OK," Hunter agreed before scampering away.


I filled my week with running errands and helping with wedding preparations. Penny was absorbed with the wedding, as were Mom and Marilyn Edwards. April Chaney arrived on Tuesday from Scotland via her family's home in Morristown, New Jersey. Her spring semester ended the end of last week.

April was staying at Penny's house until the wedding. That ended things for Penny and me sharing a room until the wedding night. I missed her but I'd survive.

I used the little spare time I had to continue studying my ePlaybook. Our two houses, part of the wedding expenses and my and Penny's financial future rested on me knowing the West Coast offense well enough to contribute on the field when games started next month.

Ed skipped his Wednesday afternoon lab, along with Thursday and Friday's classes to get home in time for the commercial we were filming at camp on the Fourth of July. Ed came over around 8:30 that evening, after he got home. He, Andy and I did our daily workout and went for a run together, the way we used to back in high school.

We talked about our teams' expectations for the coming season. I allowed that I wasn't sure where my team would go. We looked great in practice but I don't know how things would go when we faced real opposition.

"My team is going to be sitting pretty next December," Ed said. "Most all of our skill players are coming back, except Eric [Peters]. We have as soph who played great in spring ball. I expect he will be burning up the SEC next fall. I predict my team will take the SEC and end up in the BCS Championship Game. This time I will make damn sure we win it."

"Chip Brinton has other plans," I responded. "He and my old team expect to go back and finish what we started too."

"They can say it if they want, but there is no way it happens," Ed countered. "You guys lost too many good players to the NFL and graduation to contend next season. The only way Chip sees another BCS Championship Game is if he red shirts this season and waits a year for your team to reload."

"Don't be so sure," I said. "We lost excellent people but our backups are great too. We lost Christian, Tanner and me to the NFL but our receiving corps won't lose a thing next season. They are going to be just as good and just as fast as we were this season."

"What about defense?" Ed said. "You're losing most of your line, all your linebackers and half your secondary. They aren't going to be as good next year."

"We're Penn State," I insisted. "The linebackers will be great as always. Dave McCall is going to be an All-American. Count on it. The rest of the secondary will be good. I've practiced against most of them for two or three years. The defensive line should be solid."

"They may turn out as good as you think, Kyle," Ed agreed, " ... but they won't have big game experience. I don't care how talented they are, they aren't going to be good until they have experience."

"My team has been in so many blowouts in the past few years that these guys have a lot of game experience," I replied.

"Not gonna happen, Kyle," Ed insisted. "Bet you ten bucks."

"Let's be clear," I countered. "$10 if my team goes to the BCS Championship Game."

"No, if your team wins," Ed said.

"How about this," I suggested. "$5 if my team makes it to the BCS Championship Game and another $5 to the team that wins, assuming it's your team or mine."

"Deal!" Ed said, sticking his hand out to shake and seal the agreement.


Ed, Jeremy and Hal met at my house at 7:15 am on Thursday morning. I had volunteered to drive us up to camp. Jeremy rode shotgun. He didn't fit well in the back on my VW Golf. His brand new uniform looked sharp. We stopped off at the Turkey Hill Minit Market at Ronks Road on the way to Lancaster. The coffee, doughnuts and breakfast sandwiches got us awake and ready for our acting debuts.

The campers were still in the dining hall when we arrived. I took my friends over to the office to wait for Rob Young and John Holloway to return to the office so we could sign into camp. We hung out a few minutes until the campers were dismissed.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Rob Young teased when he spotted us waiting on the office porch. "How you doing, guys?"

Ed and I greeted our former boss and longtime staffer. We introduced Rob to Jeremy and Hal. John Holloway came back to the office a few minutes later. We did introductions again. John told me what a trip it had been this winter and spring. Around two dozen NFL teams had contacted him to learn more about me and what kind of employee I had been.

"Thanks for putting up with all the hassles, John," I responded.

"I suppose I get to do it again next year for you, Ed," John teased.

"I certainly hope you do," Ed agreed. "This is the only place I've worked since I was old enough to get a real summer job."

The six of us talked for a few minutes until the camera crew arrived. John let us use Blair Lodge to meet with the crew. It was a winter lodge that the camp didn't use for summer programs.

Keith Brown introduced himself as the director for the commercial we were filming. Brian Price was the cameraman. Adam Roush would handle sound. My friends and I introduced ourselves to the crew.

"I want to get a slice of life view of boys in camp," Keith explained. "We are selling the kids on the fun they will have in scouting. We'll also do some one on one interviews so you can talk about earning Eagle and what scouting has meant to you as you grew up."

My friends and I agreed.

"The commercial has two target audiences," Keith explained. "The first audience is the ten to twelve your old boy looking for fun and adventure with his friends. The second audience is the parents who need to see the value of the money they spend and the time their sons invest in scouting." He chuckled. "We have thirty seconds to get those messages across."

We agreed. "The council is bringing in a group of scouts to appear in this commercial," Keith explained. "They should be here any time."

"Why not use the scouts that are camping here this week?" I asked. "I figured you would use the scouts camping here already for the commercial."

"I have a twelve year old son in scouts," Keith responded. "Do you know what he looked like by Thursday of his first week of summer camp last summer? We are not showing moms scruffy kids that are still wearing the same clothes they had on when they arrived on Sunday."

"Good point," Ed agreed.

"The newbies can get pretty grungy," Jeremy added.

"They are referred to as campers or scouts," Keith insisted. "They are NOT newbies, squirts, runts or any other derogatory term you may have used when you were a senior scout. I remember. I'm an Eagle Scout just like you guys. Why do you think I'm here on a holiday making this commercial for cost only?"

"Gee, you get costs," I teased. "We have to pay for our own gas to get here and buy our lunches."

"No, lunches are on the camp," Keith responded. "I understand you guys worked here at this camp. What areas did you work in? Kyle?"

"I worked at the pool and boatyard," I responded.

"I worked at the Pioneer Scout area," Ed added. "That's our program for first year scouts."

"That will be an excellent backdrop for filming you," Keith said. "The ten to twelve year olds are our target market for recruiting. How about you, Jeremy? Where did you work?"

"Not here," my friend answered. "I wanted to earn real money. You know how it is."

"I'm in the same boat," Hal added. "I couldn't afford to work here for the pittance they offer."

"I hear you," Keith agreed. "I couldn't afford to keep a car on the road, keep my girlfriend happy and work at scout camp at the same time when I was a teen. I want to feature the boating area and archery range. How about it, Hal? Do you have any experience with canoes?"

"Sure, our Venturer Crew does wilderness canoe trips to Canada every couple years," Hal answered. "I went twice. I know my way around a canoe."

"You up for the archery range, Jeremy?" Keith asked.

"Sure, why not?" Jeremy agreed.

"Did you guys bring suits for the lake and the pool?" Keith asked.

"News to me," I said. My friends agreed. "We can probably borrow some from the pool staff. I'm sure my brother can find a few spares."

"Your brother?" Keith questioned.

"My brother Will is the aquatics director here."

"OK, sounds good," Keith said. "Adam, hang out by the office and direct our scouts to the pool. The rest of us can go over there and set up for the first shot. Kyle and Hal can get changed into their suits."

 
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