Chapter 12

Monday May 10, 2032 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA

Kyle and Ryan were observing the position coaches from the sideline as they tutored their charges.

“What is your take on Jordan?” Kyle asked.

“I think she is going to be a great receivers coach,” Ryan said. “I see her going far in the league. Maybe OC or even head coach someday.”

“I do not disagree,” Kyle responded. “Next time I see Brownie [Kellen Brown, the Eagles previous wide receivers coach] I will need to thank him for a great recommendation. I doubt I would have brought Jordan in without his heads-up.”

After lunch, Kyle’s phone buzzed and the receptionist announced, “Robert Burton from Penn State is on line 2 for you, Coach.” Kyle punched the button for line 2.

The two exchanged pleasantries before Kyle asked, “So, what’s up?”

“I saw the NFL released your schedule for the coming season,” Bob responded. “The university and the athletic department are planning for our Homecoming Weekend. I saw you do not have a game on October 31st.”

“Correct, I don’t,” Kyle confirmed. “And?”

“It has been twenty years since your team won the Big Ten championship,” Bob explained. “We want to recognize your team’s accomplishments as a part of homecoming. Of course, we can’t do that without you being present for the weekend. Would you be able to attend if we schedule Homecoming for the weekend of October 29th to the 31st?”

“Maybe,” Kyle answered. “My bye week is the only week I get to watch Danny play, so I may not be available Friday night or Saturday morning, depending on whether Danny plays on JV or varsity next fall.”

“So, we shouldn’t schedule a recognition dinner for your team on Friday night?” Bob asked.

“No, that would not work,” Kyle said. “Heck, if you have a noon game on Saturday and Danny plays a JV game Saturday morning, I may not be able to get to your game. It is a three-hour drive from my house to Beaver Stadium.”

“Coach, break out your credit card and order a jet,” Bob laughed. “It is what ... about thirty minutes from Chester County to Centre County?”

“True.”

“So, can we count on you to attend the game and recognition, if we can schedule everything to fit your schedule?” Bob asked.

Kyle paused a moment before responding. “I think you can count on me being there ... for as much time as I can manage.”

“That’s great,” Bob responded. “Your 2012 team deserves the recognition. You were instrumental to that team’s success. We need to have you as a part of the recognition.”

“OK,” Kyle agreed. “Who are we playing that weekend?”

“Ohio State.”

“Well ... that raises the stakes for this event,” Kyle laughed. “You and Mark better have our team ready to play. Losing our homecoming game would put a damper on any celebration.”

“Our guys will be ready for the challenge,” Bob promised.

Tuesday May 11, 2032 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA

Kyle’s phone chirped the opening bars to “Stairway to Heaven.” He pulled it out. It was his brother Andy. The two had been playing phone tag since Monday morning.

“Hey, Kyle. What’s up?” Andrew asked when Kyle answered the phone.

“I was down at Horseshoe this past weekend,” Kyle said. “I knew the day would come but that day was Saturday night. The council president and council executive took me aside to ask me to help them with a fundraiser.”

“No surprise,” Andy laughed. “Actually, the surprise is that it took them over a year to track you down and try to get you involved with your council.”

“Oh ... it’s more surprising than that,” Kyle said. “They want me to run a golf tournament to raise money.” That statement was met by derisive laughter form the other end of the phone. “Seriously, me and a golf tournament. That is why I am calling you. I need your help.”

“At least I know which end of the club to hold when I take a shot,” Andy said, continuing to laugh.

“I will do all the admin stuff for the tournament if you manage the golf stuff,” Kyle persisted. “If you and I co-chair this event, we do it to benefit both PA Dutch and Chester County Councils. Between you and me, we could raise a ton of money for our councils. What do you think?”

“The idea is interesting,” Andy replied. “Any idea where you’d hold it?”

“They said the last Vermeil Classic Tournament was held at the Whitford Country Club outside Downingtown.”

“I’ve played there,” Andy replied. “It’s a nice course. Vermeil? Was Dick involved in the tournament?”

“I’m told he ran it for thirty-some years for Chester County Council,” Kyle responded. “You met Dick?”

“Of course, I knew Dick and Carol,” Andy retorted. “His Super Bowl ring said Rams on the side, not Eagles. He and Carol used to visit the Rams when he had business out in LA back when I played. You knew him too, didn’t you?”

“We talked pretty regularly at Maxwell Club dinners,” Kyle replied. “He was a good man, who football sorely misses.”

“That he was,” Andy agreed. “OK, I am in if my council decides to get involved in this. I’ll call Bill and Jon to discuss this idea and get their buy-in.” He chuckled. “Bill Hoffman is our exec and Jon Horst is the council president.”

“My marching orders were to call Charlie, our council executive back, if you are willing to do this,” Kyle replied. “Charlie planned to call Bill. I guess it won’t hurt if we work this from both ends. We will meet in the middle and raise a boatload of money for our two councils.”

“Cool, Kyle,” Andy replied. He paused for a moment before asking, “When do they want to do this? Not this summer, I hope.”

“June or July in 2033,” Kyle said.

“This should be a fun event,” Andy said before concluding the call. Kyle called Charlie Clark and gave him the good news about Andy’s agreeing to help with the tournament. The ball was now rolling forward for the first annual Martin Classic Golf Tournament.

Wednesday May 12, 2032 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA

The past six days of OTAs demonstrated one thing. Austin Hawkins ran some good, clean routes. That would pay the young man big dividends in the fall when he faced NFL-caliber defensive backs. Near the end of practice, Kyle called him over to where Kyle, Ryan and Jordan Burke were standing.

“Austin, those were some really clean, good-looking routes you were running today,” Kyle commented.

“The stem has to look the same on every route,” Austin grinned. “I’ve got to keep the DB on the horns of a dilemma.”

“Horns of a dilemma?” Kyle asked, curiously.

“Isn’t this going to be your ‘horns of a dilemma’ lecture?” Austin asked, completely serious now.

“Not many other coaches use that terminology,” Kyle asked. “Where did you hear about ‘horns of a dilemma?”

“That’s for sure,” Jordan echoed. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“You remember Nathan Graves?” Austin asked. Of course, most of the NFL knew who Nathan Graves was. He caught two touchdowns last February in the Super Bowl. He was a big contributor the Steelers win.

“Sure, Nathan was a receiver the Steelers drafted seven years ago,” Kyle said. “I was his first position coach then.”

“Exactly,” Austin said. “Nathan and I went to the same high school, though obviously not at the same time. When I was moving onto LSU, I knew Nathan a little, and I asked him for some help to make me a better receiver before I started college. He told me about the lecture you gave him at a Steelers practice about keeping the DB guessing as you start the route. I took Nathan’s advice to heart.”

“And it looks like Nate’s advice got you through college and into the NFL,” Kyle said. “Keep it up. Running precise routes will get you the ball a lot and keep the DBs off you when the season gets going.”

Austin headed off. “So, Coach, what is the ‘horns of a dilemma’ lecture?” Jordan commented. “I am dying to know.”

“Ask Colin Weaver to fill you in,” Kyle laughed. “He got the full lecture last year during OTAs.”

“It was quite a demonstration,” Ryan added. Kyle and Ryan reviewed the lesson Kyle had taught his nephew last spring.

Wednesday May 12, 2032 – Coatesville High School, Coatesville, PA

The fourteen teams of the Ches-Mont League assembled at Scott Field at Coatesville High School for the Ches-Mont Championships. Avon Grove, Bayard Rustin, Bishop Shanahan, Coatesville, Downingtown East, Downingtown West, Great Valley, Kennett, Sadsbury, Oxford Area, Sun Valley, Unionville, West Chester East, West Chester Henderson participated. This meet was simply a personal challenge for David. None of the other thirteen teams had anyone who had challenged David yet in his quest to beat the 100m dash state record. David and his relay teammates had qualified for the District 1 in ten days, so none of them felt pressure to excel that afternoon.

David made the finals easily in the 100m dash. The 4x100m relay team placed in the finals but was beaten by the Coatesville team for the fastest time in the preliminaries. David managed to improve his high jump on his final jump to 6’-6”. To David’s surprise, he won the high jump event, besting a couple kids from Coatesville who jumped 6’-4” but weren’t able to go higher.

David pressed himself had in the 100m finals. He managed a 10.44 second time, best of the season and only 0.03 seconds behind his dad’s record. The Coatesville 4x100m relay team was not a mirage. They took the lead in the finals on the first leg. Joey Phillips lost ground to them and the Downingtown West team on the second leg. Josh Frantz valiantly ran down the Downingtown West team on the third leg but did not catch the Coatesville runner.

David accepted the baton and pressed ahead. He managed to close on the Coatesville runner but did not catch him. Avon Grove finished with a 42.40 second time, 0.11 seconds behind and six feet behind the Coatesville team. The Downingtown West team was about the same distance behind David.

In the aftermath of the relay, Jim Clark, a coach with Downingtown West and David’s boss last summer at Horseshoe, came over to congratulate David.

“Hell of a race, David,” Jim said as he shook David’s hand. “Not many people can run down Matt. That kid who ran the leg ahead of you looks pretty good.”

“Josh is,” David confirmed. “Sorry about beating your team, Jim ... uh, Coach Clark.”

“Jim is fine,” Jim laughed. “You aren’t on my team, and you are a friend. Good luck at District 1 in ten days.”

“Same to you,” David agreed as the friends from camp parted.

David did not win the 200m dash. Kids from Coatesville, Shanahan and Unionville beat him. David did manage a 22.40 second time, best of his career in that event.

Friday May 14, 2032 – Avon Grove High School, West Grove

Grant was waiting at Jessie’s locker when she arrived at school. He looked like someone had killed his dog.

“What’s wrong, Grant?” Jessie asked solicitously.

“Nothing!” Grant responded. “Everything! Damn, this is hard.”

“What?”

“I have to ... to ... break up with you,” Grant finally blurted out. “I don’t want to but I have to.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jessie asked, shocked and bewildered at what her boyfriend was saying.

“My parents said so, that’s why,” Grant murmured back. Jessie could see the tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped his hand over his eyes, turned and fled.

“Grant,” Jessie called, trying to catch up to him. “Grant, tell me what’s going on.” He didn’t stop or explain. Jessie just about bumped into Kaylie as she pursued her boyfriend ... ex-boyfriend?

“What’s wrong with Grant?” Kaylie asked as Jessie stopped.

“I don’t know,” Jessie answered. Her eyes were getting a little teary too. “He just dumped me.”

“That doesn’t sound like Grant,” Kaylie responded. She hugged Jessie to console her. “Why did he break up with you?”

“I don’t know,” Jessie responded, still near tears. “All he said was his parents made him break up with me.”

“This sucks,” Kaylie said. “I am so sorry for this.” Jessie pulled herself together after a couple of minutes.

“What are you going to do about this?” Kaylie asked.

“At least, I want a good reason why he broke up with me,” Jessie said. “Grant wouldn’t tell me why.”

“I could ask Logan to talk with Grant,” Kaylie offered. “Maybe he’ll explain to another guy.”

“You can ask Logan to try,” Jessie sighed. She trudged on to her homeroom and the start of what would be a very black day.

Kaylie conveyed the request for help to Logan during their first period math class. Logan and Grant had gym together third period. He found Grant as they were changing into their gym clothes.

“Dude, I hear you broke up with Jessie Martin,” Logan asked. “What’s up with that? She is just about the perfect girlfriend.”

“I know ... I know,” Grant said, his eyes lowered. “I had no choice. My parents made me break up with her. I’m grounded for two months.”

“You? Grounded?” Grant was such a straight arrow. Logan could not believe it. “Tell me what happened.”

Grant looked up at Logan and said, “I fucked up. I fucked up big time.” Logan was further shocked. Grant almost never swore.

“What?”

“It started yesterday after school,” Grant explained with a sigh. “Julian and I got home and were famished. We snagged the last two pieces of chocolate cake from the fridge. You know the good kind with peanut butter icing?” Logan nodded in acknowledgement. “Anyway, Julian and I are hanging out until Kayla and Lucas get home.” Logan knew Kayla was his fifth-grade sister.

“Lucas is what? Eight?” Logan asked.

“Nine ... on Wednesday,” Grant said.

“You ate the last of your little brother’s birthday cake?” Logan asked.

Grant shook his head. “I did. Lucas made a beeline to the fridge when he dropped his daypack by the door. He let out a wail when he didn’t find the cake but found the dirty plates in the sink. He was totally out of control. I finally got him to calm down after I promised to go and get him a replacement cake at Giant. I figured I’d get my mom or dad to ride with me and go down to Giant after dinner.”

Grant huffed, “As if. Lucas wanted his cake, and he wanted if immediately. He started wailing again. I quieted him by promising to get the cake immediately. Julian is thirteen. He can watch Kayla and Lucas for the ten minutes it would take me to drive down to Giant.”

“You don’t have a driver’s license,” Logan commented. “Just a learner’s permit.”

“I have fifty-two hours of practice driving in. Giant is ten minutes away. What could go wrong?”

“Something did?” Logan asked.

“Things were fine getting to Giant,” Grant explained. “I got Lucas’s cake and was heading back up 796 for home when I got stuck behind a farm wagon loaded full of hay. Car after car went by on the other side of the road, preventing me from passing. Finally, they all went by and there was a little room to pass the farmer. I hit the gas and start around the tractor and wagon. Suddenly this car comes around the turn ahead, doing like 60 miles an hour. I had three choices: run into the hay wagon, run head-on into the speeding car or plow through the front lawn of the house on the other side of the road. I chose the front lawn. I plowed through the poor guy’s picket fence and flower bed. I took out his mail box. I barely managed to avoid hitting a telephone pole, side swiping it instead. The cake box lid flies off before the cake flips over and lands on the floor.”

“Icing side down, of course,” Logan responded.

“Of course, icing side down,” Grant acknowledged. “I managed to park the car and went back to apologize to the homeowner. No one was home. I left him a note explaining who I was, what had happened and how to get a hold of me and my parents. Things got ugly when my parents got home.”

“I can imagine,” Logan commented.

“Mr. Goss, who owns the property whose front lawn I destroyed, called while my parents were chewing me out. I’ve got to pay for all the damages I caused, all the repairs to our car and I am not allowed to have a summer job until my grounding is over.”

“What’s the bottom line?” Logan asked. “How bad is it?”

“As bad as it could get,” Grant said. “I am grounded for two months. They took my learner’s permit. I can’t do anymore practice driving while I am grounded. I have to quit the summer job I had lined up until after the grounding is over. I can go to school and then come home. Nothing else. Worst, I can’t have a girlfriend.”

“It sucks to be you,” Logan responded. “Why did you have to dump Jessie so abruptly? Do you know how much this hurts her?”

“It is killing me too,” Grant responded. “It’s like taking a band-aid off. It is better to just rip it off quick. It’s going to hurt, no matter what. It is best this way.”

“I doubt she would agree,” Logan said.

Jessie found her friends in the cafeteria when she exited the food line. She headed over to join them. She noticed Grant too. He was heading the opposite direction towards the far end of the cafeteria. She could only wonder what had gone wrong.

Logan was there with Kaylie, Anne, Julie, Tristan and Nora, the usual lunch crowd for this group of friends. Jessie barely sat down before Logan reported his findings.

“I talked with Grant earlier this morning,” Logan explained. “Boy, does Grant go all out when he screws up. You won’t believe what happened to him after school yesterday.”

“How does that relate to him dumping me?” Jessie asked.

“You’ll see,” Logan said before relating the almost fantastical sequence of events that got him grounded and Jessie without a boyfriend. The seven friends were almost flabbergasted how the sequence of events had spun out of control and resulted in such harsh punishment for Grant. Really, for Jessie too.

“You are still coming to my party tomorrow night, aren’t you?” Tristan asked.

“Probably not,” Jessie allowed. “I don’t have a date or anything.”

“Come to the party, Jessie,” Kaylie said. “Have a few beers. Drown you sorrows. Dance with some of the single guys. It will be better than sitting at home, moping around.”

“You’ve got to come,” Julie insisted. “This will be my last bash for quite some time.” She patted her huge belly. “Two more weeks until this boy pops out. I will be so happy when I am done with this.”

Nora giggled evilly. “Giving birth is a bear. Then the hard part starts.”

“How is Elijah?” Jessie asked. Elijah was Nora’s four-month-old son, the result of a short, unprotected fling with Kaiden Randall thirteen months earlier.

“He is growing like a weed,” Nora answered. “He almost sleeps through the night now. Soon you’ll see what it is like raising a baby, Julie.”

“So ... my party?” Tristan asked.

“I’ll come,” Jessie agreed.

Saturday May 15, 2032 – North Guernsey Road, West Grove

“I can’t believe Grant dumped me,” Jessie grumped to Kaylie and Logan.

“He did get grounded,” Logan offered. “He’s pretty much in purgatory for two months, till the middle of the summer. Did you get a beer yet? I can grab one for you when I get couple for Kaylie and me.”

“That is sweet of you, Logan,” Jessie said. “You’ve got a great boyfriend.”

“Don’t I know it,” Kaylie replied. “Little did I know when Logan asked me out at the start of eighth grade that we would still be together. It will be three years when school starts next fall.”

“I guess that is good for the two of you,” Jessie said. “I doubt I will find the guy I marry here at Avon Grove. I’ll have some fun with guys and wait until after college before I begin to think about choosing my one guy for life.”

“I get it,” Kaylie laughed. “I get it except I found the right guy almost immediately. What can I say?”

“I understand,” Jessie said. “You and Logan are like my parents. The first kiss for either of them was with each other over twenty-five years ago and they were barely out of middle school then.” Jessie snorted and laughed. “As if the boy who gave me my first kiss could become my soulmate.”

“Who?”

“Troy Donahue,” Jessie answered. “We were boyfriend and girlfriend for like five minutes in sixth grade. The kiss was a serious romantic kiss, not a peck on the cheek. The weird thing about me and Troy ... my dad and his mom were hot and heavy for like two years in college.”

“That would be weird,” Kaylie giggled. “No more dates or anything? Was he at least cute?”

“Troy was maybe 4’-8” and 80 pounds when we briefly were a couple,” Jessie said. “He was cute, for a sixth grader. His standout feature was his flaming red hair, a trait he shared with his mom. We never dated in middle school or high school. I did see him around occasionally. Troy’s mom was good friends with Zack Hayes’ wife. We would see each other at parties that Zack and Leann threw.”

“Cross this Troy guy off your list,” Kaylie replied. “So, who are you going to check out tonight?”

“I plan to enjoy some beers and drown my sorrows,” Jessie replied. “Maybe I’ll dance a little, if someone interests me.”

“What about Colton [Jones]?” Kaylie asked nodded at the boy across the room. “He’s impressed me as we get ready for Philmont.” Colton was one of the six boys in their Philmont crew.

“He’s kind of cute, I guess,” Jessie responded. “He’s quiet and a bit of a motorhead though. He is a hard worker in our crew and good sport. I guess I could give him a dance if he asks tonight.”

Kaylie and Logan went to dance. Jessie found a place to sit down and enjoy the first of the beers she planned to have that evening. Ty Sloan and Allison North arrived at the party soon after Jessie sat down. Ty’s twin brother, Matt, came with them, and without his girlfriend, Zoey Armstrong. Ty and Allison came over to talk with Jessie.

Matt split off after seeing where his brother was going. He gave Jessie a rueful smile before heading to the garage to get a beer. Most of the pain from their nasty breakup last fall had gone, but not entirely. Matt made a point to keep his distance from Jessie.

Jessie noticed Colton staring at her. She gave him a big smile to encourage him. He blushed and turned away. A couple of other guys did ask Jessie to dance. She did. Nothing beyond a dance came of either boy. Jessie just wasn’t into either of them. She noticed Colton checking her out a couple more times. She gave him a smile to encourage him, but he always looked away and did not ask her to dance.

‘What was it about teenaged boys?’ Jessie wondered. ‘Was it that hard to approach a girl and ask for a dance?’ She decided to grab her third beer and then go pursue Colton. The beer would probably help with her courage.

She was heading back the hallway to the garage and nearly ran into Matt Sloan, carrying a beer out from there.

“Um ... Jessie,” Matt stuttered as he saved his beer from spilling. “Um ... can we talk for a minute?”

“I’m going for a beer myself,” Jessie replied. “Join me.”

Matt followed Jessie back to the garage and waited while she drew another beer from the keg.

“I owe you a huge apology, Jessie,” Matt said. “I was such an idiot last fall to cheat on you. Literally, it was the stupidest thing I’ve done in my life. I hurt you and you deserved better. Please accept my sincere apologies for what I did to you.”

The two walked back the hallway for the living room again as they talked. “I accept your apology, Matt,” Jessie said.

“Where’s Grant?” Matt asked. “I haven’t seen him around tonight.” The two found seats on the couch.

“You didn’t hear?” Jessie said. “Grant broke up with me yesterday before school started. He got in trouble at home and is grounded for two months. Nothing but school and especially no girlfriends. What’s up? Where is your girlfriend Zoey?”

“I guess yesterday was a bad day for both of us,” Matt responded. “I am surprised you didn’t hear about her dumping me during last lunch yesterday. You still have last lunch on Fridays, don’t you?”

“I do,” Jessie said. “Did I miss something?”

“I guess I’ve been hoisted on my own petard,” Matt said. “Zoey revealed that she has been cheating on me with Aaron Bishop for some weeks. She loudly dumped me at lunch in a very public and humiliating way yesterday.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” Jessie replied. “Nobody deserves to be dumped that way. I guess I was too caught up in my own drama to notice.”

“That’s OK,” Matt said. The two sat and talked as they consumed their beers. The two had dated for almost seven months. There were a lot of shared experiences and fun times for the two to talk about. Matt went out and brought more beer back for them.

They finished their beers when Matt suggested, “Why sit here like depressed bumps on a log? Do you want to dance a little, Jessie?”

“I could be persuaded,” Jessie replied. The two ditched their empty beer cups and took the floor to a fun fast tune. Jessie enjoyed dancing with Matt. He had a good sense of rhythm. The next song was a slow one. Matt held out his hands in position to lead.

“Another dance?”

“Why not,” Jessie agreed as she took his one hand and stepped up against his body. The two slow danced, enjoying the feel of someone pressed to them closely. They would have been flagged at a school dance for dancing too intimately. Here, at a private party, the two could snuggle without worry about getting called out.

Jessie pressed against Matt’s tight, athletic body. He felt her boobs press against his chest. Jessie laid her head against Matt’s shoulder as they slow danced. The months apart and the hurt slipped away. Together just felt so right. The danced to a second slow dance. Matt threw a boner while they were dancing. Jessie did not mind it pressing against her belly.

A faster song followed. Neither teen wanted to end their closeness, so they went back to the couch and cuddled together, Matt’s arm around Jessie.

“That was fun,” Matt commented.

“It was,” Jessie agreed. “Just like old times.”

“Like old times,” Matt repeated. Jessie stared into Matt’s eyes and leaned her head closer to his. Matt got the signal. He cocked his head, leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues met. There was no stopping them now. The two made out like banshees, their pain and conflicted feelings washed away by the four beers each teen had consumed.

Matt’s hands went to Jessie’s boobs. He was exceptionally talented at turning her on by feeling her up. Jessie’s hand slipped down to Matt’s lap and felt the outline of his erection through his shorts. She noted how large her ex was. God, she needed a good dick that evening. It had been a month since that frantic coupling in the ADA bathroom during lunch with Grant.

Conscious and sane thought had been banished from Jessie’s brain by her lust and passion. Matt was just as enflamed with desire as his ex-girlfriend. Both teens had one need, to couple.

“Do you want...” Jessie gasped as Matt squeezed her boob. At the same time Matt asked, “Should we...”

The two stopped talking and snickered. “Upstairs?” Matt finally got out.

“Definitely.” Matt and Jessie hurried upstairs to look for an empty bedroom. All were occupied. Matt backed Jessie against the wall outside one of the doors. The two deep kissed while Matt had one hand behind her neck and the other feeling up a boob. He ground his erection against her mons as they waited for more privacy.

It was nearly five minutes before a chance for privacy came. The two made out and heightened their lust as the waited for an opportunity to consummate their lust. Ty and Allison came out when the next bedroom door opened.

Ty eyed his brother and shrugged his shoulders as he and Allison passed Matt and Jessie. What Matt did and who he did it with was not Ty’s business, though he was surprised to see Jessie head into the bedroom with Matt. Jessie was about the last person Ty expected his brother to bed that evening.

The lust filled couple hurried into the bedroom. Their clothes dropped to the floor quickly and the horny teens hopped into bed, cuddling and kissing. Both Jessie and Matt had more than a buzz from too much beer that evening. Good decisions and thoughtful consideration of the future was not in the cards for that evening.

Jessie looked over her ex-boyfriend as the two undressed. When she and Matt started dating a year ago, he looked like a boy, albeit an athletic, muscular boy. Tonight, he looked closer to a man than a boy. He wasn’t a man yet, but he had filled out and had more definition to his muscles. His looks gave a hint of the man he would become in a few years.

What surprised Jessie most was his cock. Matt had a long slender cock the last time Jessie had enjoyed it. It looked a little longer than six months ago. It also was definitely thicker. Matt now sported a tool that could rival Adam Morrison. Riding that was going to be fun.

Matt and Jessie embraced and kissed. Soon Matt rolled on top of jessie. He rubbed his erection against her slot as the two made out.

“You’re heavier,” Jessie giggled between kisses.

“Too much?” Matt asked. “Should I roll off you?”

“You’re fine,” Jessie said. “Keep humping me.” He did. The two humped their genitals together for a couple minutes. Whether by accident or intention, one of the rubs positioned Matt’s big boner against Jessie’s hole.