A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 18
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
The week before spring practice started, Coach Harrington called the entire team together.
“Everybody, take your seats!” Coach Trent said to get everyone settled down.
Coach Harrington came in with a determined look as he took the podium.
“Mr. Dawson.”
“Yes, sir?” David asked.
“What is our goal this year?”
“To win a national championship,” David said in a loud, clear voice.
“Does anyone disagree?” Coach Harrington asked the team.
When no one responded, he said, “Good.”
Everyone’s attention was on the front of the room as Coach Harrington began to pace.
“Last year, we played in a bowl game. Some said that it was an outstanding achievement, but I’m telling you that wasn’t good enough. From now on, our only goal is to win a national championship.
“What I’m going to ask you to do is to be selfless, because the only thing that matters is winning.
“I’ve been inspired by how hard you’ve worked on your own to this point. You can get on this ride behind me and work and play with no regrets. Get on board, and I’ll help you get there. I’m not going to sugarcoat it: it will be hard as hell. But I believe in this team, and I will trust you to do what is asked of you every day.
“Buy in, get on board, and I’ll get us to a national championship. I give you my word that the coaches and I will be with you every step of the way. We’ll do whatever it takes to make you better, and we’ll never back away from adversity. I won’t shy away from expectations, nor will you.
“We’re going to become Every Day Guys. We’ll do what it takes, one day at a time, each and every day. By the time the season starts, we’ll be unstoppable if you do as we ask; that includes the classroom, the weight room, the recovery room, and practice. We’ll work to get better a day at a time.
“So take care of your shit between now and Monday because when practice starts, you’re mine. Now get out of here,” Coach Harrington said.
Seeing so many guys quietly get up and leave was a little strange. David looked around, and they had fire in their eyes. He couldn’t help but smile.
“What are you smiling about?” Coach Trent asked.
“They get it. We are going to win it all this year.”
“Yes. Yes, we are,” Coach Trent said as he and the other coaches left.
Well, the good thing about being stunned repeatedly within two days was that once you hit a certain point of being stunned, nothing more could faze you ... right?
Every one of his classes had a test, a paper due, or required a presentation. On top of that, David did his podcast with Tracy, and, as a super extra bonus, he’d looked at the ten-minute play scripts. He picked a few that looked like he might want to participate in, but told Kathy Bickford he’d watch them before making a final decision.
That was when he received an emergency alert on his phone: his mom had hit the panic button. His first thought was of Cassidy when she’d had her accident, so he pulled up his mom’s location. She was close to his home in Malibu, so it would take him almost an hour to get there. He would have to rely on others to help her.
The next twenty minutes were torture, but David knew that people didn’t need him calling and interrupting them while they did what was required. Finally, his phone rang, and it was Manaia Matua, his on-site security guard in Malibu.
“David,” he answered.
“Your mom had her car jacked.”
“Is she okay?” David asked.
“She is. She was able to get away,” Manaia said.
David could hear in his voice that it must have been bad.
“Tell me,” David said.
“She was at a stoplight, and four armed men surrounded her. She remembered what she should do in a situation like that,” Manaia said.
“Don’t let them take you to a secondary location,” David said.
“Exactly. It’s better to be in public with everyone watching than to be taken to a dark alley,” Manaia said. “When she tried to get out of the car, one of the men grabbed her and ordered her into the back seat. Your mom is a tough one. She kicked the guy in the nuts, ran into traffic, and was nearly run down, but she was able to get away.”
“Thank God,” David said.
“Your dad asked that you come home to watch your kids. He needs to focus on your mom right now,” Manaia said.
“I’ll pack a bag and be home soon.”
“I’ll let everyone know,” Manaia said and hung up.
Maybe there were worse things than surviving your classes.
On the way home, David called Jaden and Phil to tell them to handle that night’s voluntary practice. He gave them a brief rundown of why he’d miss that night’s session. When he got Phil on the line, he had advice for his brother.
“I need you to be a vocal leader. I realize that when I run the practices, I haven’t given you or Jaden a real chance to set the tone you’ll need if you suddenly become the man behind center.”
“What about Jaden?” Phil asked.
“Personally, I want whoever’s best to be my backup. I’m telling you that it could be you, and it starts by setting the tone. The coaches will see who the guys follow,” David said.
“Coach Hope used to give me a hard time because I didn’t speak up enough. Hearing the same advice from you makes me realize I need to do that,” Phil admitted.
David wished his old high school coach had called him and said something. Sometimes, it took third-party validation for someone to ‘hear’ what you were trying to tell them. This was a perfect example of that.
“Should I talk some trash to the defensive guys?” Phil asked.
“Absolutely; just be prepared for some payback when spring ball starts. Sometimes they forget we have red jerseys on,” David said with a chuckle.
“I’ll tell Jaden you suggested we do that. Maybe they can knock him out of your backup spot,” Phil said.
Shooting the shit with his brother helped him get the cloud of what happened to his mother pushed back a little. It kept him from wanting to kill more than a dozen idiot drivers, which, in LA traffic, was a miracle. Before he moved to SoCal, he thought road rage was stupid. He was almost on board when a soccer mom tried to run him off the road while texting, yelling at her kids.
Sara was feeling guilty as hell because she’d tried to seduce Rob earlier in the day. While the kids were in daycare, she’d decided to use the hot tub on the roof. She found Rob reading a golf magazine and talked him into joining her.
Sara hadn’t planned to do it—she’d never been with an older man—but he was looking good, and she was horny. She was surprised when he turned her down, but even more surprised that she didn’t feel rejected, that there was something wrong with her. Rob explained that he found her attractive, but he was deeply in love with Carol, and as much as he was flattered at her interest, he couldn’t risk his marriage.
She reflected on her time with Phil, who always seemed to be hard, which helped if he came too soon. He could get back on the horse, so to speak, and help her get there. She could only imagine what it would have been like if she’d gotten Rob into bed; she suspected he wouldn’t have had Phil’s problem. What Sara needed to do was to find the best combination of her imagined time with Rob and Phil’s performance on a good day; that would be her perfect man.
After she heard that Carol had been carjacked, the guilt set in: she’d tried to seduce her boss, and he was taken. While Rob was frustrated that Carol never seemed to be home, he’d never said he didn’t love her. It wasn’t like he would leave his wife to be with Sara, and she could’ve just ruined the best job she’d ever had. It wasn’t all that long before that she’d been trading sex for a place to stay.
Sara vowed right then that she wouldn’t make a move on Rob again.
When David arrived, he first went to check on his kids. They were in the downstairs playroom, where Sara was entertaining them. He said hello, loved up Duke, and walked upstairs to the kitchen. Rosy had a big plate of nachos on the counter waiting for him. She was the best.
He and Duke headed up to the rooftop so he could enjoy his snack. Coby followed him upstairs and helped his dad demolish the food Rosy had given him. Coby was busy telling David all about his day while wolfing down the food.
David was surprised when Lexi came upstairs and joined them.
“Your mom missed her appointment with a buyer. He was understanding but wants to see the property as soon as possible so he can make an offer,” Lexi shared.
“Give it to someone in the office,” David said.
Lexi frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“They’re all booked. Maybe I could call Ashley and see if she’s available,” Lexi said.
“No, I’m afraid not. She’s in Atlantic City for a poker tournament.”
Then David had a thought.
“I thought you were supposed to help my mom hire more agents.”
Lexi averted her eyes before she looked back at David.
“Your mom has been dragging her feet.”
David sighed. Of course she had. What his mom hadn’t grasped was that if she hired more people, she would ultimately make more money. As a real estate agent, it was hard to give up the sales you made entirely yourself, compared to giving a big chunk to other agents. Yes, there was a way to figure out the right balance, but when his mom was never home ... well ... there was more at stake than money.
“Why?” David asked.
“Because she doesn’t have enough office space,” Lexi said as she cringed.
“Did I not say that she needed to open more offices? I thought that was what you were supposed to be working on,” David said.
“I am, and I have. In fact, I’ve found office space in Santa Monica that would be perfect. I’ve also lined up potential staff and agents who want to work there.”
His mom would kill him, but David didn’t care at the moment.
“Call whoever you have to; I want to see that office space tonight. Bring a check in case we want to sign a lease. Also, give me the client’s number. Mom stood up. I think I can get him in to see the property in the morning,” David said.
Lexi smiled.
“You’re a dead man walking.”