A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 14
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
David walked into the coaches’ offices, and the first thing he thought was, ’This is what the Fuck-Up Fairy in all her magical glory looks like.’
Seated next to Rachel was Lisa, Coach Harrington’s stepdaughter. It looked like Rachel was training Lisa to be her sidekick as his head coach’s gatekeeper. While David didn’t think either of them really disliked him, he knew that his charms would have no effect on them.
Rachel liked to bust his balls, but she would come through for him when push came to shove. They’d tried to figure out if there was something there, but it turned out they felt like siblings when they kissed.
Lisa was a whole ‘nother kettle of fish; she was a wild card that David couldn’t seem to figure out. Was there a spark? David didn’t know. What he did know was that, for gatekeepers, they were the perfect pair to keep him in line. He would have preferred some fanboy or girl who wanted to do him a favor or three.
“Good to see nepotism is alive and well,” David quipped.
Both girls looked up from Rachel’s computer screen and gave him hooded looks.
“I take it you know this one?” Rachel asked Lisa.
“He’s responsible for my mom losing her mind and marrying Bo.”
“Before this turns ugly, get your butt in here, Dawson,” Coach Harrington called from his office.
“Ladies,” David said with a smirk.
Yep, this wasn’t ideal.
“Shut the door,” Bo said.
David did so, then took a seat, giving his coach a raised-eyebrow look that made Bo scowl at him.
“Lisa was sitting around doing nothing all day, so Tanya wanted me to find something to keep her busy. Preferably, something where she could earn some money and get a place of her own,” Bo explained.
David thought it was nice that Bo admitted to being henpecked by his wife.
He thought for a moment about offering to get Lisa a job. Then again, why deny himself the pleasure of giving the two of them shit when he came in? What really stopped him from offering was that he knew Lisa was part of the new breed of kids entering the workforce who had better things to do than work.
But of course, that was what almost everyone thought of each new generation of kids when they started working. The difference was that now these knuckleheads posted every random thought on social media.
Some of the naïve takes were hilarious. One girl thought she’d get fat because she now had a nine-to-five and didn’t have time to hang out at the gym. Another guy complained that after working all day, he was too tired to go out every night. David was sure previous generations had thought similar things, but it wasn’t thrown in everyone’s face.
“I get it. Getting her to move out would be my top priority, too,” David said.
“If you say anything to my wife...” Bo trailed off.
David made the locking of his lips sign as an answer.
Of course, he would have the same thoughts when his little ones were still underfoot after high school. He might have to start setting some expectations now so it wouldn’t surprise them when he kicked them to the curb. Granted, he might have to pay for their first apartment. But it would be better than having them lie around all day, breaking into his liquor cabinet, having their deadbeat friends over, and eating all his food.
He had to suppress a chuckle because he sounded like an old man shaking his fist, screaming, “Get off my lawn!” Maybe he wasn’t ready to be that guy.
He made a mental note to send the two girls coupons for free coffee at Doreen’s Coffee Shop. Maybe he would throw in a slice of carrot cake to soothe his guilt at thinking badly of the two of them. Then again ... perhaps he should wait to see if they became a problem.
“The reason I asked you in here...” Bo began, launching into football talk.
When they were wrapping up, Bo hit him with another surprise.
“There’s a booster meet-and-greet dinner tonight, and I was asked to see if you could attend.”
“Can I bring some people?” David asked.
“How many people?”
“Three.”
“I’ll let them know,” Bo said.
David invited his MBA project team and teacher to the booster club meeting, hoping they could pick the brains of likely donors. They gathered in the hotel bar before going to the ballroom that the club had reserved for the event.
They were working out how to divide and conquer the event when USC’s two most prominent donors and the athletic director walked up. David and Greg’s grandmother was with them.
“There are my favorite grandchildren,” Grandma Dawson said as she gave Greg and David hugs and kisses on the cheek. “I expected to see David here tonight, but not you.”
“David invited me and some people from my grad school class. This is Rain Shannon and Professor Isaac Dugan,” Greg said.
“Coach Harrington sprung on me that he was asked to invite me tonight, so I decided to turn this into an opportunity to help us with a class project. I actually wanted to talk to all three of you,” David said.
“I’m Ron Pennington,” David’s grandmother’s fiancé and the owner of several companies, said.
“Sorry, let me make introductions,” David said. “This is my grandmother, Lorraine Dawson; she’s engaged to Ron. Gabe Francis is the studio executive who released the movie for which I won an Academy Award, The Royal Palm. Gabe and Ron probably donate more to USC athletics than anyone else. And last but not least is Drew Langford, our athletic director.”
“What’s your class project?” Gabe asked.
“It’s to create a business plan, one I plan to turn into a going concern,” David said.
“He left out a few details,” Professor Dugan said.
“I plan to create a franchise for NIL. It would help universities set up NIL collectives so boosters, alumni, and fans can contribute. The money would be used to pay student-athletes in a legal way that the universities would be comfortable with,” David said.
“This is something we’ve been wrestling with. I’d like to talk to you about our obstacles and see if what you’re developing might help us navigate this new endeavor,” Drew said. “I was told today that NIL will be partially funded with revenue sharing by the universities. There are some guidelines they’re imposing that we may need help with.”
“That’s new. What are they telling you?” Ron asked.
“It looks like they’ll base it on the average revenue made by the power conferences. I heard that we can provide NIL based on 22 percent of last year’s earnings, which comes out to around twenty million. There will be an automatic increase of four percent for each of the next two years and a recalculation in year four,” Drew said.
“Do you have to follow Title IX, or can you give the bulk to basketball and football?” Gabe asked.
David noted that Greg and Rain were busy taking notes.
“No, we can give most of it to revenue sports, but we will set aside money for non-revenue sports. Something else I’m told is we’re not required to spend all the money set aside. We’ll need some if we overspend for someone,” Drew said.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” David asked.
“The power conferences will pick a respected company to determine a player’s value. If we spend more than what’s considered the market price, then it comes out of the school’s revenue-sharing portion,” Drew said.
“That makes sense because it’ll keep schools from offering a huge bag to get a coveted recruit just because they have boosters willing to pony up. It’s like putting a salary cap on college ball as they do in most professional sports,” Gabe said.
“That’ll take about two seconds to find a workaround,” David predicted.
Drew looked confused, so David continued. “Have the boosters pick up the tab on players under the cap to allow the school a larger pool for the ones they really want. Nothing says you have to pay each player an equal amount; some might not get anything.”
“If they go with a hard cap,” Professor Dugan said. “Then the boosters picked up the full twenty million, then you could only overspend by that amount.”
“Dear Lord, I can’t see us spending that kind of money for players,” Drew said.
“What if you wanted to keep your surefire first-round draft pick from going to the NFL? The signing bonus ranges from twenty-five million to five million, depending on where you get picked. Double that for the NBA,” David said.
Gabe looked at Ron and said, “This could get expensive.”
“What if I find my money via a TV series or movie? Would that hit your caps?” David asked.
“Not if the arbiter said you were worth your salary. Are you planning on doing something like that?” Drew asked.
“I’m negotiating a TV deal that would be shot this summer,” David said. “They said because I’d be in it, they would get a prime slot in the fall.”
“How much is that going to be?” Ron asked.
Gabe smiled. “It could put a serious dent in our budget if the arbiter rules against us.”
Drew looked sick.
“You might want to address special circumstances before we finalize the agreement,” Ron suggested.
“I’d be happy to help you with that,” Professor Dugan offered.
“We need to get going, or we’ll be late,” Grandma Dawson said.
“When you figure out your business, come talk to me,” Drew said.
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