A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 9
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Phil returned to his room exhausted. Skylar was a squirmer when she slept, and just about the time he fell asleep, she would flip over or kick him. He knew EZ had morning classes, so Phil planned to take a long nap before his classes started at 1:00.
He opened the door and found the girl from last night peeking out from under EZ’s covers.
“Hi,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Hi, yourself. Did EZ leave you here alone?”
Phil didn’t know this girl and wondered about his roommate’s judgment.
“Sorry. I can leave.”
“That’s okay. I’m Phil, by the way.”
“Sara. I know EZ from the neighborhood. I’ve been couch surfing, and he offered to let me stay if ... you know.”
’Jesus!’ Phil thought.
He felt guilty for participating in her ‘rent’ payment the previous night.
“Have you eaten?” Phil asked.
“No, and I could use a shower.”
“I need a shower, too. Why don’t we do that first, and then I’ll take you to the cafeteria?” Phil suggested.
“I don’t have any money,” Sara worried.
“This is a football dorm, so they’re used to the guys being big eaters. I’ll go through the line and pick out enough food for both of us. Don’t worry about it,” Phil said.
She blinked at him, which made something jump into his mind. She had paintbrush lashes framing her brown eyes, and for some reason, that made him half-hard. When she smiled, all he could think of was last night, and his body betrayed him.
Phil cleared his throat and said, “I have a robe you can wear.”
He grabbed it, tossed it onto EZ’s bed, and then he turned around so Sara could get up while he gathered his bathroom supplies. David had made a good suggestion, so Phil had a new toothbrush on hand in case of an overnight guest.
Once they got to the bathroom, Phil shaved while Sara brushed her teeth and used his mouthwash. Aiden came out of the shower area with a towel around his waist. He smiled when he saw Phil with Sara.
“It’s empty,” Aiden said, tilting his head toward the shower area.
“Thanks,” Phil said. He finished up and led Sara to take their shower.
She walked in, picked a stall, and closed the curtain. Phil took the one closest to the door and left his open to ensure no one disturbed Sara while she showered.
He’d put shampoo in his hair when a naked Sara appeared.
“I need shampoo.”
“Sorry, I should’ve thought of that,” Phil said and reached for the bottle.
She stepped closer and slipped in front of Phil to get her hair wet. Sara looked up over her shoulder and gave him a dick-hardening look.
“Will you wash my hair?”
Phil closed his eyes. He was so going to hell. His dick touched her back, which made Sara look down at it.
“It’s your fault,” Phil said, glancing down at his boner.
She turned around, looked into his eyes, and fluttered those fantastic eyelashes. Phil stepped closer and grabbed her softly by the neck, then leaned in and kissed her stunned face. She tasted like minty-fresh mouthwash.
Phil’s tongue invaded her mouth, and he purposefully pushed her back against the shower wall so his hard cock rubbed against her stomach. Sara moaned, and she curled a leg around his as they traded bodily fluids.
“Mmm, took you long enough. I was afraid you didn’t like me,” Sara said coyly when they finally came up for air.
Her hand drifted down to his dick, and she mewed approvingly when she felt how long and thick he was.
“You have the perfect cock; it’s big enough to stretch me, but not so big that it will tear my little pussy up,” Sara said.
They kissed again.
Sara pushed Phil back and looked at him like a tigress ready to pounce. They renewed their sexy make-out session, his hands running down her body, squeezing her ass, and feeling every inch of her tiny frame as the water beat down on them.
Sara’s hand reached around his shaft and gave him a few tentative strokes, then dropped to her knees. Phil’s head fell back as she engulfed his member in warm wetness, swallowing him whole.
’She must not have any gag reflex,’ Phil thought as her nose rubbed against his pubic bone.
“Damn, Sara, you’re a good cocksucker!” Phil cried out as he watched her suck him.
She jacked his saliva-soaked cock in her death grip while her other hand played with his balls.
Sara released his cock and stood up.
“Lick me, please.”
It was Phil’s turn to drop to his knees. Before he did, he ran his hand through his soapy hair and then rubbed her pussy. He made sure any essence EZ might have left was gone before lifting one of her legs and putting it on his shoulder so he could access her sex.
She was so wet, like her-juices-were-running-down-her-legs wet. Her clit was swollen, and when Phil licked it, she moaned sexily. It egged Phil on to give her more pleasure.
He leaned back and took in her arousal. Sara was shaved smooth, which exposed everything. Her lips were parted and swollen, and her pussy was inviting attention. Phil leaned forward and greedily licked her drenched trench as he brought his hand up to finger-fuck her.
She lost her ever-loving mind.
“Oh, gawd! What are you doing to me?! Fuck, yessss,” she screamed.
Phil could imagine all the meatheads gathered around the bathroom door, giggling like preteen girls.
“Oh, shit! I’m cumming!” Sara shrieked, all but deafening him.
Phil rocked back when a torrent of her juices sprayed all over his chest and neck. It was as though Old Faithful had just erupted. Phil had heard of girls doing this, but what the heck?
Sarah grabbed a handful of hair and pushed Phil’s face into her crotch.
“Don’t stop! Lick my pussy!”
Phil did as he was told as her orgasm continued to rock her body.
When it ended, Sara slumped against the wall, and Phil had to catch her, or she would’ve collapsed on the floor.
Both of them were exhausted, so Phil finished his shower. Sara managed to stand up and join him. When they exited the bathroom, about twenty guys clogged the hall, and, to a man, they began to clap.
Sara buried her head in Phil’s back and wrapped her hands around his waist as he led her through his fellow football players.
The next day, in David’s MBA-level class, he filled Greg in on what their little brother had gotten up to. It was the talk of the locker room.
“That just proves he’s related to us,” Greg said with a smile.
“I guess she was with EZ, but now she only wants Phil. He’s worried because he’s been seeing some other girl and isn’t sure he can keep up with them both.”
Rain had arrived and had heard the last of the conversation.
“Say what?” Rain asked.
“Our little brother’s a slut,” Greg said proudly, then asked David, “What does EZ think of Phil stealing his girl?”
“He found another jock bunny to play with, so he’s fine.”
“Jock bunny?” Rain asked.
“Do I really need to explain that to you?” David asked with a smirk.
Rain thought about it for a split second and blushed.
Professor Dugan interrupted their conversation and began the class.
The groups took up the first part of the class, briefly describing their projects. One caught David’s attention: they’d come up with the idea of renting out swimming pools by the hour, sort of an Airbnb for pools.
With how much it costs to maintain a pool in LA, David could see the appeal.
Then his mind wandered to some of the pools he’d seen. He thought he might be willing to spend money to devote an afternoon to lounging around some of them. It sounded like it might work, assuming he could find any time to do that.
After everyone had presented, Professor Dugan gave his lecture. Toward the end, he asked what the greatest danger to business was. David sat back while everyone else gave their answers, and then Professor Dugan looked at David.
“You’ve sat there quietly. What do you think, David?”
“You don’t want to hear my answer; it’ll most likely get me canceled,” David pushed back.
“There are no wrong answers if it highlights an issue in business. Let’s hear it,” Professor Dugan said.
“Okay,” David said and sighed. “It’s banks.”
“Being a former investment banker, I think you need to expand on that response.”
“It’s my opinion that most people do not understand the concept of banking. All the banks are broke. You may ask, why are they broke? They’re broke because we have a fractional-reserve banking system, which means banks can lend out more money than they have in reserves. Again, in my opinion, it’s criminal and has been going on for too long.
“Most of the problem starts with the central bank, or Fed, which is part of a political system. Let’s call it what it is: we have counterfeiting of money. This is basically the printing of money, which we would go to jail for if we did it. And yet the Fed does it all the time when they run low on funds.
“The Fed also sets interest rates that don’t reflect the actual cost of what money is worth in an effort to affect the economy.
“Plus, underneath all of this, we talk about bank bailouts. When banks go broke through their own incompetence, the taxpayer picks up the tab. That wouldn’t be so bad if the account holders with political connections didn’t use their influence to have the government declare that the bank in question is too big to fail. That means the whole deposit is covered, not just the insured portion. It’s theft from the taxpayers, which pisses me off because I pay way too much in taxes for money to be wasted like this.