A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 8
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A Better Man follows the talented David Dawson, who is brimming with charm, a messed-up love life, and many lessons that go far beyond the playbook. He’s setting the stage for winning the ultimate prize: a national championship. David is pulling out all the stops in his campaign, working his network to build a juggernaut while dealing with business calamities, completing his education, and navigating minefields in his love life.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Humor School Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
Rain wasn’t sure how she felt about almost drowning. David and Greg had saved her life; how could she ever thank them?
Her other reaction was embarrassment. She’d worn heels before and never fallen, and yet this time, she’d managed to stumble and drag Margaret off the dock with her. They’d both dressed to impress, and it’d turned out craptastic.
Greg suggested they meet at David’s favorite coffee place to work. He’d told her David had skipped visiting his kids to be there, which just added to her guilt.
When she walked in, she recognized it from watching The Young and The Wild. Rain saw three girls at David’s table, talking to him. Greg was nowhere to be seen, so she wasn’t the last to show.
When she got close to David’s table, he saw her.
“Hey, Rain, I’d like you to meet my friends and girlfriend: Pam, Cassidy, and Tracy.”
Pam and Cassidy both glanced at Tracy and smirked. Tracy stood up and shook her hand.
“I hope you’re all right,” Tracy said.
“My throat’s a little raw, but the doctor said I should be okay.”
“Greg just got here. Go up and say hello to Doreen, the owner. Get whatever you want; it’s on me,” David said.
“On you?” Rain remembered Greg telling her that David got it for free.
“Doreen gives David and his friends free stuff; don’t think he’s actually paying for it,” Pam said, not realizing that Rain already knew.
“David pulls in customers,” Tracy added.
That comment made Rain glance around, and she saw several tables of girls watching them. How could the poor guy even go out in public with everyone looking at him all the time? David acted like he didn’t notice.
As Rain went up to the counter, she saw Greg getting a Cuban coffee and carrot cake.
“Try the coffee. David convinced Doreen to offer it. It packs a kick if you need a jumpstart for your day,” Greg said.
“It’s strong,” Doreen said, “but college kids seem to like it.”
“I’ll try it.”
“Would you like to try the carrot cake? It’s another menu item David asked for,” Doreen said.
“I’d better not.”
When Rain and Greg returned to the table, the three girls got up.
“See you tonight,” Tracy said and kissed David.
“Your place or mine?” David asked.
“Cassidy volunteered to make chili,” Pam said.
“Mine it is,” David said, looking concerned.
Cassidy slugged him in the chest; from the thumping sound, it must have hurt.
“You’re coming over, stupid boy,” Cassidy said.
“We can always order something if it’s a fail,” David said.
This time, he dodged the punch, but Cassidy wore a smile.
David explained his NIL idea, and Greg and Rain both thought it would work. After they finished, David got up, walked around the coffee shop, and talked to everyone. By this point, the place was packed. Rain completely understood why Doreen gave David free stuff.
She also realized why everyone hadn’t come up and been a pest. This was LA, where there seemed to be no boundaries. When she was out and about, she’d seen other famous people dealing with obnoxious fans. But David went around introducing himself and allowing everyone to meet him and take a selfie. People must have known and expected that, so they gave him space.
“Most of those pictures will be on his website by tonight,” Greg said.
Rain didn’t know what Greg was talking to her about, so he showed her. There had to be thousands of pictures of gorgeous women, confirming her suspicion that he would have zero interest in her.
“Is it always like this?” Rain asked.
“Pretty much, but he’s learned to live with it. If he doesn’t want to be bothered, David will act like he’s oblivious to the attention,” Greg said.
“His girlfriend must be understanding.”
Greg snorted.
“For the most part, David is good about letting girls down. When he was younger, he did go a bit wild, but Tracy has nothing to worry about.”
“That’s too bad,” Rain said.
“Oh, please, not you, too?” Greg asked as he clutched his chest.
Rain blushed because she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Don’t worry about it. Even my wife has the hots for him,” Greg said to make her feel better.
David had sent out a message to all the skill players and Jim, who would be his center this year, to meet at the practice field. They’d been given the new playbook, and he wanted to learn it.
When he got there, Phil and Jaden showed up, but the other two quarterbacks were missing. David made a mental note to track them down and find out why they missed the practice.
When everyone else was there, David took charge.
“Let’s start with the easy stuff that’s the same as before. I’ll run through it and show you the read progression, and then I want you two to switch it off until we get it right,” David said.
“Fuck,” Jaden moaned under his breath.
“What does that mean?” Phil asked.
“You are about to experience Mr. Perfection.”
David flipped Jaden off as he lined everyone up.
“Bill! Two steps in. Craig, you’re in motion,” David called out. “Set ... Hut!”
Jim hiked the ball to David in the shotgun. Bill ran a down-and-out, and David hit him as soon as he made his cut. David then showed each step of the progression.
“You’re up,” David said to Jaden.
David didn’t plan to be too hard on the guys the first day. He wanted to see what the new guys had and get everyone running around and doing something football-related.
Damion showed he’d improved since high school. During two seasons at a JC, they’d worked on his hands, and he was now catching almost everything that was anywhere near him. He wasn’t quite at Bill’s level, but now he could be counted on.
EZ was a raw talent, and at six-seven and a wideout was a mismatch nightmare. He was also fast enough to take the top off of a defense. For freshmen, it was hard to garner playing time in a big-time program like USC, but EZ might be an exception.
Aidan—teammate of the number one quarterback in next year’s recruiting class, Colt Macklin—was also a big boy at six-five. While he wasn’t as fast as EZ, he was more polished and didn’t roll through his breaks. He would plant his foot and cut on a dime, getting him open more times than not.
The other newbie who stood out was Ashton, a six-foot running back who was a five-star recruit. He had that rare combination of speed, strength, good hands, and maneuverability. That meant you could play him in any situation, allowing USC to disguise their plans, be it a run up the middle, out wide, or a pass play.
Phil also showed promise. He could make all the throws, but you could tell he was still raw.
David’s backup at quarterback was Jaden. He was glad to see Jaden had figured out how not to overthrow his receivers. He was starting to look like the promising prospect USC had recruited.
They ran through about a dozen plays before David called it.
“We need to learn this playbook before spring ball,” David said once they gathered around. “I want the offense to be ahead of the defense during spring ball. I plan to make them look foolish.”
That earned him some good-natured jeers, but the guys were on board. It felt good throw a ball again. David was looking forward to spring ball.
Percy, their five-star defensive end, had sent a message saying the defense was far superior to the offense. David planned to make his friend eat those words.
David had scheduled his first helicopter training for that afternoon. He planned to sneak over and get it started, but failed because Cassidy was sitting in his car when he went to leave.
“Thought you would do this without me, did you?” Cassidy asked as he got in.
“Obviously, I was mistaken,” David grumped. “Who sold me out?”
“As if I would give away my source. Let’s just move on and get there so we can start learning to fly.”
Getting their Private Pilot Certificate—PPC(H)—wasn’t so bad. It would allow them to take family and friends on flights. What David and Cassidy couldn’t do was get compensated for flying, which was fine with David.
The requirements weren’t all that tough: it only took 40 hours of flight time, thirty of which were with an instructor. Other prerequisites included taking a trip of at least 100 nautical miles and three takeoffs and landings.
Already having a pilot’s license would help with the written exam. David planned to have his license by the end of the semester. Then he could fly to Malibu and back to USC instead of fighting traffic to see his kids. At least, that was the story David was selling. The real reason was that he wanted a new experience. David was sure that was why Cassidy was with him.
He really didn’t have any issue with her joining him; he just wanted to see if he could slip it past her. There were too many people in the know for that to happen. On top of the list was either his mom or Fritz for different reasons. David’s mom was there just because she knew he was trying to be sneaky. Fritz was a candidate because he would want a backup pilot, just in case, and Cassidy was the obvious candidate.
David and Cassidy met Ralph Tait, their instructor, who quizzed them for an hour about their flying experience. Both had already submitted their flight logs and current certificates, so he knew they understood the basics. But he told them that flying a helicopter was utterly different from flying a plane, at least with respect to ground operations—takeoffs, landings, and taxiing.
David had kept a straight face at that comment since it was apparent. Cassidy rolled her eyes, which earned them a ten-minute dissertation, stating that they were clueless idiots if they thought otherwise.
Then the fun began. Ralph took them to a training helicopter and ran through the preflight checklist. It was a two-seater, so one of them had to stay on the ground. Cassidy won the game of rock-paper-scissors, so she got to go first.
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