Chapter 6: Wednesday Afternoon

LOGAN

It was what I was waiting for: the wrestling team was called to leave at the beginning of social studies and the butterflies in my stomach took to flight. They always do that and I wonder if that will ever stop. I met the rest of the team at the locker room, grabbed my shoes and headgear, but as I was walking away I decided to put my shoes back in my team locker -- barefoot all the way today. It was cold outside but we would be in the bus and I couldn’t go get my street clothes anyway so I decided to go minimal.

Audrey sat next to me on the bus. She can’t resist a naked guy, I guess. Actually, she wanted to give me a pep talk. I appreciated it.

“You almost won yesterday, sport.”

“Almost doesn’t count except in horseshoes, hand grenades, and nuclear war.”

“And when you’re young and you are still a freshman. Things will start going your way as long as you keep at it.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? And I’m naked too. I’m keeping at it, Audrey.”

“Yes, you are, you beautiful, naked thing.”

“Oh please.”

“It’s true. You’re pretty damned handsome, champ. Cheyenne agrees.”

“And you’re pretty too, Audrey. But that’s not what I need to hear right now.”

“Relax. You’ll do fine today.”

“What if I go up against another naked girl?”

“You’ll do better this time. You’ve already had the experience.”

“You’re so sure, aren’t you?”

“I believe in you, Logan.”

“Thanks, Audrey. That means a lot to have your support. I shouldn’t take it for granted.”

“I wish we had time to practice before today.”

“This won’t be the first back-to-back we have.”

“I know. Wait until tournament time.”

“Oh great.”

“What do you mean, oh great? It’s fun.”

“If you say so.”

“I say so. You’ll see.”

“Audrey, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“What made you decide to get into wrestling?”

“I like sweaty bodies.”

“I’m serious.”

“I like wrestling. I like the physical art of it. I like the competition, to see who’s the best. What about you? Why are you wrestling?”

“I’m not sure. I think I’m just doing this because of my brother.”

“Is he a wrestler?”

“Was. He’s very macho.”

“Do you think being a wrestler makes you macho?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you think I’m macho?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then wrestling doesn’t make you macho, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Do you want to be macho?”

“Me? I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Will you be letting your brother down if you aren’t?”

“I don’t really care anymore. I’m closer to my sister. I’d rather not let her down.”

“Does she care about macho?”

“Nope. But she cares about me.”

“Nice.”

“Do you know Ariana? She’s a senior too.”

“Yeah, I know her. We’re not close friends but I know who she is and I know she’s proud of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Whether you win or lose, I know for sure that she’s proud of you. She has a right to be.”

“Thanks, Audrey.”

“Don’t worry about the match. You’ll do fine.”

“What about these butterflies in my stomach?”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“No. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Me too.”

“You?”

“Always.”

“Oh wow.”

“Anyone here who tells you otherwise is lying.”

“Like masturbating.”

“Uh, that’s not the analogy I’d use but yeah, like masturbating.”

“Ha-ha. Sorry. I still think of you too much as just one of the guys ... Ouch!” Audrey punched me in the arm.

“I’m not a guy.”

“That’s for damn sure.”

“You noticed.”

“Of course, I noticed. I can barely take my mind off of you and Cheyenne when we’re practicing.”

“You seem to put your mind on wrestling for practice.”

“Barely.”

“I’ll agree, Cheyenne is distracting.”

“Oh?”

“I get distracted by her and I’m a girl.”

“We’ve been good friends well before high school.”

“How good?”

“Family friends. We played together when we were young.”

“Do you still play?”

“No, but we talk. Not too much though because, you know, schoolwork as well as sports and all that takes our time.”

“I would think you two would have a lot to talk about.”

“She’s a couple years older than me.”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?”

“No, not really. I look up to her, you know.”

“Have you told her that?”

“Not in so many words.”

“I bet she’d like to hear it.”

“I’m sure she knows.”

“But sometimes someone has to hear it. I bet Cheyenne would like that.”

“Okay. I’ll do it when I get the chance.”

“Well, it looks like we’re here.”

Just like yesterday, JV weigh-in was an incomplete match-up. I was going against a one hundred and thirty-two pounder today, a bit heavier than me. But the best part is that he was a guy -- a guy wearing clothes.

Also, just like yesterday, mine was the second JV match. We didn’t have much time to talk before the match which was fine. It was the same drill as always. I was naked with butterflies in my stomach but I was ready.

The whistle blew and I jumped into my opponent. I did a double leg takedown where I grab both of his legs, pick him up and then take him down to the side. Two points for the takedown in less than ten seconds. Not too shabby.

The guy tried to do a sit-out but I went around the other way, just like riding him but I did it fast enough that he couldn’t get away. In so doing I sucked his torso into me once I made my way around and I pulled him onto his back. I was definitely getting back points for this.

He kicked his legs around to my right so I moved left and grabbed his near arm to put it under me. Then he rolled into me. Wrong move on his part. I shoved into him preventing him from turning over and grabbed his other arm tying him up. Both of his arms were under him and I rode around to the other side once more. I grabbed his far arm from underneath and pulled it twisting that arm.

He was wrapped up good. My job was now was to pin his shoulders to the mat. I pushed with my body and pulled with my arms. His far arm underneath him was trapped and the more I pushed the more it twisted. The poor sap started whining.

“Ow. It hurts.” he said.

Instead of letting up on him, I pushed harder. His shoulder was less than in inch off the ground but it wouldn’t go any further. I think his arm underneath him wouldn’t let it.

“Ow, ow, ow! I give! I give!” he whined some more. He was giving up but his shoulder still wouldn’t bulge.

“Ref, he’s hurting me. I GIVE UP!” he tried to shout.

I don’t know if the referee didn’t hear him, was ignoring him, or was just going by the rules. The ref didn’t do anything.

“I give up. Stop, stop him!” he tried to tell the referee.

I don’t know exactly know what happened next. It was like something inside of me snapped. I was incensed. This guy was a pussy. How dare he give up? I pushed and pulled with all my might. His shoulder moved closer and closer to the mat. I could feel the tenseness. I could feel my opponent try to kick his legs. The movement was bringing his shoulders ever closer to touching the mat. Finally, they were down! I held them there. My opponent wailed in pain as the referee slapped the mat!

I pinned him in the first period! I jumped off of him not caring that he was hurt. When the guy got up he was holding his elbow and had tears in his eyes. What a wuss. The referee raised my hand in victory and I strolled back to the bench as nonchalantly as I could.

Everyone congratulated me, however, I felt a bit hollow about the victory. I mean, the guy was weak and I didn’t really have to hurt him, did I? I couldn’t pin his shoulders down without hurting him though. Did I do the wrong thing? I put it out of my mind.

Audrey won and Cheyenne lost on a technicality. Cheyenne and her opponent, or the enemy as she puts it, ran out of bounds. It wasn’t her fault but the referee blamed it on Cheyenne and the other guy got the penalty points. This put him ahead by one point otherwise Cheyenne would have won. I felt bad for her.

As a team, we won too; just barely, but we won and as they say, a win is a win and in the end, it’s all about how much is in the win column compared to the loose column.

Back home, I was in a better mood than yesterday. Audrey wanted to congratulate me on my win by having sex. Hot damn! It was tempting but I wanted to do something nice for Cheyenne instead.

“What if we do to Cheyenne what you two did to me, Audrey?” I asked her.

“What?” Audrey asked. I thought it was obvious.

“We can both go down on Cheyenne.”

“Hmm. Okay. What about me?” Audrey asked.

“Then we do you.”

“You’re on.” she said. We approached Cheyenne but she wasn’t in the mood. Now I really felt bad for her since I was in the same place yesterday and knew how she felt. I think Audrey knew too.

“You two go ahead without me.” Cheyenne said.

“No, not without you, Cheyenne.” I told her.

“Please, Logan. I don’t feel like it. Remember yesterday how you felt?”

“But you lost on a technicality.”

“I lost.”

“I want you, Cheyenne.”

“I want you too, but I want you to have fun and that won’t happen with me today so I want you and Audrey to have fun.”

“But, I would kind of like to, you know, have sex with you.”

“Do it with Audrey.” Holy crap, I had Cheyenne’s blessing to have sex with Audrey? We looked at each other and shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked her.

“Yeah. But I get to watch.”

“You want to watch us?”

“Un-huh. I just don’t feel like participating, Logan. That’s all.”

“Okay. I’ll be thinking of you.”

“I know.”

So, Audrey and I looked at each other again. I shrugged. She immediately grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me. She gave me a long passionate kiss. My dick instantly got hard. Actually, it had been hard ever since making it into the locker room and watching Audrey and Cheyenne get undressed but it had attained maximum hardness after that kiss. I never knew kisses could do that. This wasn’t such a simple little kiss maybe -- it was a whopper of a kiss-- but it didn’t matter.

Audrey stepped back and grabbed my dick. She had a sly smile on her face. I couldn’t read her but I figured she was really horny. She fell to her knees and began sucking me until I was about ready to pop and then she stopped. Ugh, I was going crazy.

I thought she was playing with me again and was going to go back down but instead Audrey put a towel on the floor and laid down on it spreading her legs.

“Lick me!” she demanded. My mouth was watering. Who was I to argue?

I used my finger again like Cheyenne taught me. I turned my head back to look at her and winked. My finger had the effect of getting Audrey going for sure. I felt her tense up and raise her hips to meet my face. She finally stopped me and I thought it was over for her, but I found out, it was just the beginning.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready? I’ve been ready since we got to the locker room.”

“Ready for the next step?”

“What next step?”

“Let’s fuck.”

I choked on some spit. Did she just say what I heard her say? “Fuck?”

“Yeah. It’s okay; I’ve had the shot.”

I looked over at Cheyenne who was sitting on a bench watching us. The three of us were alone. The cheerleaders and volleyball team were still out practicing. Cheyenne nodded. I mean what the fuck? I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

“Okay. Um, how should we do this?”

“I’m on the floor here with my legs open, hotshot. Have any ideas?”

“A million of them.”

I was so excited I was shaking. I laid on top of Audrey and tried to maneuver my dick into her. It wasn’t working so well.

“You have to guide it in with your hand, Logan.”

“Oh.”

I took ahold of my hard-on and placed the head just between Audrey’s pussy lips. I pushed a little and felt a little bit of resistance and a little bit of slipperiness. I knew the feeling from when I used my finger. I pushed again and it went in some and then it hit the slipperiness. I pulled back and then in again and everything seemed to be slippery this time. Back out then in again. And again. And again. Pretty soon I couldn’t help myself -- I began working like a steam engine.

My mind was only on Audrey. I was up on my hands and my waist was humping her. With every thrust, I was getting nearer to an orgasm. Audrey’s face was all scrunched up and her mouth was open. It looked like she was in pain but I knew otherwise. It was so cool seeing her this way and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I got closer and closer to a climax. I laid down atop Audrey, hugged her around the neck and pumped like a piston. I came as I pushed my dick in as far as it would go; I wanted it to come out the other side of her, that’s how hard I pushed. I didn’t get to see the load I deposited inside of Audrey but she seemed to be off in a world of her own anyway.

I slumped down for a few seconds after I was completely spent. I didn’t want to just lay on top of her for very long so I slowly rolled off to the side. Then I looked into Audrey’s face. She rolled towards me and smiled, then we kissed.

“Damn, Audrey. That was fantastic.”

“It was, wasn’t it? Finally.”

“Huh?” I said. I was confused about that last word. “What do you mean, finally?”

“I wanted this ever since the first day of practice.” she whispered.

“From me?”

“Yeah.”

“I ... I never knew.”

“That’s obvious. We both knew.”

“No, I didn’t know.”

“Look over there.” Audrey said pointing to Cheyenne.

I looked at her. “Cheyenne?” She smiled at me while she was rubbing herself. I really felt bad now. I had just fucked Audrey in front of Cheyenne. I knew she asked for it but I felt as if I had done something wrong, that is, I felt like I wronged Cheyenne. But she was smiling so I wasn’t sure.

I stood up and offered Audrey my hand. I would have loved to have just fallen asleep on the floor but we all had to get cleaned up. I went over to Cheyenne on the bench.

“You sure I can’t do anything for you, Cheyenne? I can go down on you, at least.”

She smiled a really big smile and said “I’m sure, Logan. Some other time?”

“Yeah, some other time.” I offered her my hand and pulled her up and the three of us showered together. As the girls were getting dressed the cheerleaders started pouring in. I was glad that they weren’t here earlier. I honestly enjoyed being alone with Audrey and Cheyenne.

“Hey JV.” someone called out. I looked over.

“Uh oh.” Cheyenne said. “Looks like the lions are gathering.”

“Bring ‘em on.” I told her. “I’m not afraid.” I walked over to them as they were undressing.

“How did you do today, JV?” one of them asked.

“I won.”

“Did you all hear that? He won. What about the team?”

“We won.”

“We won!” someone yelled. Then they all joined in together. “We won, we won, we won! We’re the best and the rest better run! We won, we won, we won! Yayyyyyyyy!”

They were cheering, but that’s what they do. It might have been corny, but I thought it was pretty cool. Skylar was already naked. If she weren’t such a bitch that would be sexy as fuck. Okay, I’m wrong: she is sexy as fuck whatever. And speaking of sexy, there were other girls naked by now too and while they were cheering they kind of did a little dance. It wasn’t much more than simple calisthenics, but they were naked and dancing and it was such a sight. God, I love The Program. I’d have never gotten to see the cheerleaders this way otherwise.

I endured some more teasing but I held my head high. I was relaxed as hell and I think they saw that in me. I didn’t tell them I’d just been fucked and neither did Audrey or Cheyenne, but the other girls might have known. I didn’t care. They were all being nice to me, unlike Monday. Skylar wanted an update on my ‘training’. She wanted me to lick her pussy again but I begged off.

“Too tired after the match, Skylar.” I told her. Wrestling matches do take a lot out of you but I didn’t want to tell her the truth that I really didn’t want any more sex with her. I think I’ll hold off until she decides to suck my dick.

However, Skylar isn’t the only cheerleader in school. There was a couple dozen girls in the locker room with me and more and more were getting naked. One of them, Brooke was her name, asked if I would do her. I looked back at Cheyenne -- she gave me the thumbs up. Oh, yeah!

I think I hurt Skylar’s feelings by going down on Brooke -- take that bitch! Brooke was cute -- a little like Mia but bigger with bigger tits. I got to feel Brooke’s spectacular breasts but only for a bit before I went down on her. I used my hands again like Cheyenne taught me. I was developing a style and I know Brooke had a great time. She was sitting on a bench as I went down on her but she slowly slipped down onto the floor before she came. But I knew she definitely came. It was unmistakable. Someone told me all girls fake it but Brooke thanked me and she even gave me a little kiss so I’m sure she was satisfied. Some others wanted my mouth on their pussies too, but I noticed nobody volunteered to suck my dick. Perhaps they really were stuck up, or at least selfish.

I had an audience including Cheyenne and Audrey. The two of them smiled at me when it was all over. Only they knew what had happened right before the cheerleaders came barreling into the locker room and our little secret was something I’ll have memories of until I die.