Chapter 24: Mud Slide

Mr. Oldham took me back to school on Sunday afternoon. His attempt to meet with Colonel Travis was unsuccessful as were succeeding visits to the Commandant's office. Telephone calls were not returned. As time went on and Mr. Oldham's pursuit became relentless, the reasons given by nervous staff for the Colonel's absences from the school became more and more fictional.

The jury verdict was presented but never acted upon. As the weeks passed without my hearing anything about my trial I became less and less fearful that I would receive punishment for my action.

The trial, as it applied to the military judicial system was to be studied in the Civics classes, a required course for third year students. But after a study guide was distributed on the Monday following the trial, the study guides were collected on Tuesday. Smitty and Jarvis were told that plans to study military justice were being dropped from the Civics curriculum.

I sensed a new bond between my roommates. Six of us conspired to stick up for one another. Dale was never openly disrespected, but we seldom consulted him on rules of behavior; Smitty was our new leader. Jordan Foster never moved into the room, but his visits became more frequent. He kept tabs on all of us although he watched me closer and was most interested in my progress.

Jordon never revealed the content of the jury verdict; he didn't need to. Over the years I've tired to find out what he said to Colonel Travis when he approached the bench during my trial. The variety of answers I've received would fill a book, never the same. According to Jarvis, the subjects discussed at the bench that day range from 'What do you think you're running here?' to 'What kind of underwear are you wearing today?' It has become one of those subjects friends bring up when they need a laugh.

During the weeks leading up to my birthday I became so immersed in excelling at school and making every minute spent with Alice memorable that the time flew by.

On Monday, March third an announcement was made concerning spring football. No seniors would be permitted to play and juniors who wanted to opt out of the fall program their senior year were exempt from playing spring football also. Smitty immediately applied for a position on the school's newspaper and Douglas, a starter in 1985, initially requested permission to join the film crew. Later he changed his mind, deciding to play on the Company D and E team.

With none of the seniors and only half of the junior class wanting to play spring football, and members of the band preferring to practice their instruments, it left eighty-eight students to field two teams. Between Company B and C on the second floor we had forty players. The third floor only had thirty-eight. Ten players from the first floor filled out our rosters, four to us and six to the third floor. The spring schedule was published and practice commenced that day, Monday the 3^rd of March.

1986 Spring Football Schedule

April 4 Company B and C to Play Company D and E (away team)

April 11 Company D and E to Play Bancroft Prep. At C.M.S.

April 18 Company D and E to Play Company B and C (away team)

April 25 Company B and C to Play Dearborn Military Academy at D.M.A.

May 2 Company B and C to Play Company D and E (away team)

May 9 Company B and C to Play Bancroft Prep. At B.P.S.

May 9 Company D May 16 Company D and E to Play Company B and C (away team)

May 23 Company D and E to Play Dearborn Military Academy at C.M.S.

May 30 Final Exam Week. End of School Year.

At the end of our first practice I considered my chances to play as much as I wanted. The competition on our team was fierce. We had a dozen varsity players, a like number of junior varsity and twenty freshmen vying for the starting positions. Russell was a shoe-in to start on defense, but my favorite position of linebacker was stacked with several experienced athletes. The best I could hope for was to play deeper in the defensive backfield and to possibly help out on kickoffs and punt returns.

The Committee assigned unoriginal names to the two teams without consulting the players. The team from the third floor was to be called "Dees," while we were to be known as "Bee Seas." Our coach was Mr. Krown, the instructor who had given me my last demerit and the same instructor who had acted as prosecutor at my trial. This was another case of adversity attaching an anchor around my neck. I would have to find a way to prevail.

There would be two chances to see Debra Simmons again. We would be going to their field and they would be coming to C.M.S. for the last game of the season. I wanted to start the first game for sure. I unwittingly mentioned this to Alice while telling her about the schedule.

It was a Saturday afternoon, March the eighth, our seventh meeting together. We had progressed in the past two weeks to me fingering her to orgasm and her masturbating me. Intimacy with Alice was unlike anything I had experienced before. She always sought ways to take me to new places, unexpectedly. I didn't know what to expect today but I knew what I hoped would happen. There would only be one more meeting on March fifteen before the big event, my fifteenth birthday.

We undressed slowly, getting into bed when we were down to her panties and my shorts. We spent the next thirty minutes caressing, embracing, kissing and sucking the exposed parts our bodies. We also talked, saying nothing intelligible, conversing in a lingo of grunts, sighs and hisses that translated to overwhelming approval or an appeal for more of the same. By this time I knew what she liked, slow, gentle with an occasional surprise. She wanted Bruce and I strived to fulfill that role.

"Push them down," she said, lifting her mid-section so I could push her panties down. "More," she said when the elastic in the leg-band got hung up at her knees. I reached down and freed the garment. Alice kicked it off, giggling.

This was the third time we had gone this far and I knew what was expected. I moved my hand over her slim buttocks and around to the junction between her legs. The feel was different, smooth, a little wet, but smooth. In place of the short curly bush there was nothing but soft skin.

"Do you like it? I shaved for you." The way she phrased the question made me feel special. The fact that she had done it for me gave me the feeling that I was important to her.

"I love it," I said, overcome with an emotion.

"Would you like to kiss it?"

"I would like to do anything that pleases you," I said as I got into position between her legs. To me, Alice was royalty. I put her on a pedestal and I meant it when said I would do anything to please her. Just being near her gave me a tingly feeling.

"You'll have to tell me what to do," I said, not wanting to make a mistake.

"Use your tongue. Glide it up and down my slit, just making contact at first. That's it, up and down, yes, a little deeper; you're doing really well, Sammy, oh SAMMY!"

I looked up at her, concerned that I had done something wrong. She had a scrunched up look that confirmed my fear. Her enlarged eyes and cone shaped lips, like she was about to whistle, told me she was in pain. She saw my concern, relaxed her lips and a soft smile came to her eyes. "Sweetheart, I'm not going to be able to direct your every move. You're going to have to do what you think I like, okay?"

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?"

"Oh, my no. Go back to doing that same thing, please."

"Okay," I said, lowering my head. She still guided my actions, just not verbally. I listened to the sounds she made; soft purring, little expulsions of air, quiet humming, worshiping the efforts of my tongue. I licked and sucked, changing directions and depth often. I let her direct me with sounds and movements. Her legs, thin and muscular, opened wide, closed, folded back and spread out wide again repeatedly. At one point I felt both heels hit low on my back and make their way upward, almost to my neck before opening wide. Her hands were not idle either. I felt them pat my shoulders, move up to my head and her fingers run through my short hair. Her juices were flowing, offering further confirmation that what I was doing met with her approval. Suddenly, her hands surrounded my head, clamping my lips to her pussy and I heard a long, loud and satisfied, "Ah," that told me my job was done.

We sprawled, silent, both too exhausted to speak until movement of her fingers running through my hair brought a smile to my lips. Somehow I knew she was smiling too. Alice tugged on my short hair, summoning me to move up beside her. We lay on our sides, facing each other. She kissed me, smiling, still not saying anything.

"You're a fast learner," she said.

"You're a good teacher."

"No, you're a fast learner."

"No, you're a good teacher," I said again, making her smile.

"Do you realize what just happened? I permitted you to do something very intimate. I let you into my most private place. Do you realize the enormity of this?"

I didn't know how to answer. Only minutes before Alice had been speechless, uttering inarticulate grunts, totally consumed with lustful gratification, which were bestowed by me at her urging and now she was acting as if she couldn't believe that she had let herself succumb to my devices. "I'm not sure," I admitted.

She felt my cock boring into her thigh and smiled. "We'll talk about it later," she said, tapping me on my ass to make me lift up so she could push my shorts down.

She opened her legs and placed my cock between them and for a second I thought this was the moment we had been waiting for. There was definitely contact, the head of my cock grazing the wet lips of her pussy before she lowered her leg. Lying on our sides I fucked her legs. "Take it slow," she said.

We kissed. I felt her breasts touching my chest and the wetness between her legs increase. Alice controlled the pressure on my cock by lifting and lowering her leg. I felt one of her hands on my back, running down to my buttocks and back up, clutching, and pulling her chest to mine. She worked as hard as me, talking between kisses. "Does it feel good to you? I feel you down there. It won't be much longer my darling. I promise."

Her thighs were thin. My cock extended through them. I shot cum onto the sheets behind Alice. We held each other for a full minute before she whispered. "I almost came with you."