Chapter 57

Brian Henson joined Chip, Christian, Tanner, Damian and me Monday afternoon to work on our pass routes and timing. I was pleased Brian had taken my advice. Tanner Riggs stepped up his game a bit too when he saw Brian out working with Chip. That's fine. There's nothing wrong with Tanner being pushed to excel.

I found time to talk to Chip Monday evening after class about the summer.

"Hey, Chip, my brother Will was wondering what you are planning to do this summer," I said. "He and I would really like to have you work for us at camp this summer."

"I had fun last summer, Coach," Chip replied. " ... but I don't see how I can do it. Coach Burton wants me to stay on campus this summer. He says I should take a couple courses so I can cut my class load down for the fall. I can free up some more time so I can get prepared for each game."

"That's a good idea, Chip," I replied.

"Now that the subject has come up, I have something I want to talk to you about," Chip said.

"What?" I asked.

"I would like to see the whole receiver corps stay on campus over the summer," Chip answered. "We can get more work in and get our timing down on our passing game. We need to go beyond business-as-usual if we want to go to Phoenix next January."

"That's an excellent idea, Chip," I said. I took a deep breath and let it out. "I think it's a really good idea but I can't do it."

"Why not, Coach?" Chip asked.

"You know how much I love working at camp, teaching the kids," I replied. "This is the last summer I can work there. I've got to take this last chance."

"I know how much working at camp means to you," Chip said. " ... but isn't it important for us to perfect our passing game?"

"You and I have been working together for almost two years," I replied. "I think we can stand a few weeks off over the summer."

Ms. Hamilton returned my report on the Bellefonte Area School District. She marked a few things up but was generally complimentary about my report. I had a lot of preparation to do for next week, my first week in the classroom.

Scott Henderson indicated that my casual khaki pants would be acceptable for a teacher. I went downtown and purchased half a dozen dress shirts to wear to school. I also picked up three more ties. A cotton, button-down dress shirt, tie and the khakis would mark me as a teacher to the students, rather than a student. I had one more chore to do to prepare myself – one that I dreaded.

I dropped in at the barbershop on Allen Street for a haircut. I had worn my blond hair long since about eighth grade. I liked the look and it was in style for kids my age. Well, I wasn't a kid anymore, I was going to be a professional and I needed to look the part. The barber did a nice job. I looked very professional and business-like. My hair didn't even touch my ears. He parted on the left side. It looked good – it just didn't look like me.

My teammates razzed me unmercifully later that day when I went over to the Lasch Building to work out. My roommates teased me too. My only comfort was that Josh Bruno had been downtown that day on the same mission. His normally long curly brown hair was shorter. He was clean shaven, unlike his normal three day stubble of a beard, or mustache or goatee. Josh changed his facial hair constantly over the past three years.

I bumped into Bob Smith coming into the Lasch Building as I was leaving Tuesday evening. Bob was the freshman tight end who was on suspension because of academic difficulties during the fall semester.

"Hey, Bob, what's up?" I asked cheerily.

"I got a tutoring session, Coach" Bob answered.

"That's good," I replied. "How are you coming with your studies? Are you keeping on top of things this semester?"

"I went in to talk with Coach Paterno the way you suggested last December," Bob replied. "He helped me a lot with prioritizing my work so I have enough time to get everything done."

"Coach helped me when I ran into trouble when I was a freshman," I said.

"You? Mr. 'Dean's List' ran into trouble?" Bob asked.

"Calculus just about took me out," I explained. "How are you doing at getting reinstated?"

"Not too bad," Bob answered. "I was sent home by Coach Burton because I missed the deadline for the final term paper in Comparative Lit. I got the paper done and turned in it three days late. The professor accepted it and passed me for the course."

"So you're not short credits academically?" I asked.

"No, I'm good with credits," Bob explained. "This is Coach Burton's idea. He wants me to get my school work in order before I put too much time into football. If I do well on my midterms this semester, Coach said he will reinstate me for spring practice."

"Excellent, Bob," I replied. "You keep working on your school work and get yourself back in Coach's good graces. We need every tight end on the roster ready to play next season. I have high expectations of you. I saw last fall what you are capable of. We need your sweet hands and your speed on offense next season if we're going to compete for the national championship."

"I'll do my best, Coach," Bob said.

Wednesday evening was the final report meeting for the Thon, which was a week and a half away. I managed to scrape up another $2,000 in contributions during the past two weeks. That put my total for this year at $26,150. Dave added everyone's contributions from this week to his spreadsheet. He announced the totals. My total barely beat out the second place fundraiser, Marco Cuchiella, with $25,750. The other top fundraisers were Dave McCall with $25,280, Glenn Korbel with $22,400 and Tyler Madden with $20,920. We raised an astounding $167,325 this year.

There was no question that our group would be fielding two dance teams next year. Trevor was especially pleased. "If I have got to dance this year," he insisted. "You are going to dance next year. No excuses like 'I don't have a girlfriend' will be accepted. You're dancing even if you have to dance with Marco!" Marco and I both protested that idea but one thing was certain. I was going to be dancing next Thon.

Dave McCall put Christian in charge of organizing the support teams. Andrew Perkins and Chip Brinton volunteered to help Christian by purchasing all the refreshments and supplies the dancers would need during the Thon. Dave appointed me to coordinate the Make-A-Wish visits with team members at the Lasch Building during the Thon. Dave announced that we would have one more Thon committee meeting next Wednesday evening to make sure all the arrangements were set.

I went in to see Coach Ganter, the Associate Athletic Director for Football and a longtime Coach Paterno assistant coach, to get the list of Make-A-Wish families for the Thon. We had eighteen youths who wanted an inside look at Penn State football. I had no trouble at all recruiting volunteers to take the young men and women around the building. As a matter of fact, I ended up with twenty-one volunteers for the eighteen kids. I told the extras to come and help, even though they wouldn't be assigned to a particular kid.

I lined up help for Coach Caffrey and his family for their moving-in day that weekend. Every receiver on the team agreed to help along with Chip, Trevor and Damian. Coach Caffrey expected that we would be done helping him in time for my date Saturday night with Molly.

Molly was excited about skiing when we talked before our adolescent development class started Friday afternoon. She would meet Trevor, Steph, Chip and me at our apartment. I talked Christian and Bev into joining our little ski party too. When we assembled at the apartment, I found out that Chip had invited a date too.

Claire Waters, Chip's date for the evening, was about 5'-7" tall, 125 pounds with sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Chip and Claire met in their Kinesology 10 course, Indoor Rock Climbing. Chip's date was up to his usual standards. She was well built with ample breasts.

Chip and Claire hung out with Trevor, Steph, Molly and me as we skied. Matt, Jon and Marco took off on their own without Chip, who normally skied with them. The top of the mountain was cold and windy. The temperature dropped down into the low twenties as the sun went down.

The skiing was good in spite of the cold conditions. As usual, we skied until the ski area shut down for the night. Chip and Claire rode back to campus with Molly and me. I walked Molly back to the front of her apartment. We exchanged good night kisses that generated enough electricity to light a small town. I was left with no doubt that the feelings between Molly and me were growing stronger.

Chip and Claire were clenched together when I got back to the car. They broke apart quickly when I opened the car door. I climbed in and asked, "Where do you live, Claire? I'll drop you off."

"That isn't necessary, Kyle," Claire answered. "Chip invited me to spend the night at his apartment."

"Ohhh ... Oh-Kay..." I replied. "Nittany Apartments ... non-stop ... Please fasten your seat belts and adjust your tray tables to their upright and locked positions."

Chip and Claire barely acknowledged my banter. They were more interested in each other. I drove the three of us back to campus. Chip and Claire headed upstairs to his room immediately.

Things were stirring in our apartment by ten o'clock Saturday morning. We had party preparations before all of us headed over to the Caffreys to help them move in. I was downstairs eating breakfast and reading the newspaper when Chip came downstairs. I could hear Claire in the shower upstairs.

"Hey Coach, if you give me the shopping list, Claire and I will take care of the shopping for the party tonight," Chip offered. "We can do it after Claire and I stop by her apartment so she can change and pick up some things for tonight."

"Sure, thanks for the help, Chip," I replied.

"Can you give me directions to Coach Caffrey's new house?" Chip added. "We'll meet you over there."

"We?" I asked.

"Clair volunteered to help us this afternoon," Chip explained. "Isn't that cool?"

"Yeah, that's nice of her," I agreed. Chip headed back upstairs to finish dressing. He and Claire took off a few minutes later after I gave Chip directions and the shopping list Damian made out.

This was very unusual for Chip. Except for three or four dates with Whitney Vang last spring, Chip had depended exclusively on one night stands for female companionship since he came to Penn State. I got the distinct impression that he wanted more from Claire than a one night stand.

I helped Trevor and Damian unload after they came back from the beer distributor and the liquor store. We grabbed an early lunch and waited for Christian, Tanner, Bruce and Jared. They were riding over with Trevor or me. Brian Henson offered Ian and John rides to the Caffreys.

The Caffreys' new house was in Lemont, just on other side of the Mount Nittany Bypass (Route 322) on the east side of College Avenue. We turned off College Avenue onto Elmwood Street and followed it over the bypass and down the hill towards Spring Creek. The Caffreys' new house was located on the last street before the creek. The street through the development looped back on itself. The Caffreys' house was on the corner. It was a two story, two to three year old Victorian style house with a big, wraparound porch.

Chip, Claire, the Caffreys and the movers were there when Trevor and I arrived with our car-loads of help. Brian, Ian and John came a couple minutes after us. Mrs. Caffrey greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek when she spotted me. She had been like a second mother to the kids on our high school football team. I introduced her to the team members and Claire.

Little Emily, who was finishing kindergarten the last time I saw her, had shot up. She was a very cute, nine year old now. She recognized me but was a little shy around all these big strangers who showed up at her new house.

Jonathan, Coach Caffrey's son, came bouncing out to greet me and the other team members. Jonathan shared his father's love of and dedication to all things football. To his father's chagrin, Jonathan also developed a passion for Penn State when I was still in high school, undoubtedly aided and encouraged by Zack Hayes.

Zack sent him autographs, pictures and Penn State gear at holidays and on his birthday. Knowing me and watching me play for the Lions kept his interest and dedication for the Nittany Lions going. Jonathan was in heaven as I introduced him to our starting quarterback, our star defensive end and our star tailback.

The movers took care of hauling in the furniture and boxes from their truck. We helped carry in small boxes that came with the Caffreys' car and mini-van. We helped unpack boxes and rearrange furniture as Mr. or Mrs. Caffrey directed.

Mrs. Caffrey concentrated on getting the kitchen and dining area unpacked. Claire helped. Chip stuck to Claire's side, helping get things set up. Coach Caffrey noticed.

"I take it our starting quarterback has a girlfriend," Coach said one time as we passed the couple helping Mrs. Caffrey unpack dishes and load them into the cupboard.

"If you had asked me Thursday I would have said no," I responded. "I only met Claire twenty-four hours ago. She's been glued to Chip's side since 2:30 yesterday afternoon. Right now I would have to say, yeah, he probably does have a girlfriend."

"Glued to his side for twenty-four hours?" Coach said. "I think it's safe to assume they're a couple."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I replied. "In the past Chip's been trying live up to Zack Hayes' legacy – on field and off."

"A pretty girl will get him eventually," Coach teased. "Speaking of guys getting caught, have you heard anything from Zack or Leigh Ann?"

"I talked with him last week," I said. "Leigh Ann's in good shape and the pregnancy is progressing well. She is due in two and a half weeks."

"Thanks for the info," Coach said. "I'm going to have to give Zack a call this week."

Our work crew had everything done that could be done in about two and half hours. The Caffreys' new house was looking like a home. They had a great view of Mount Nittany from their front porch. Jonathan was in seventh heaven – he could see Beaver Stadium from his bedroom.

As we were getting our coats on Mrs. and Coach Caffrey thanked us for all the help we gave them. I had an idea while I was dressing.

"Hey Coach, why don't you bring Jonathan over to the Lasch Building next Saturday?" I suggested. "He could tag along with the Make-A-Wish tour we're giving. I'm sure he'd have fun."

"Who would I need to contact to arrange that?" Coach asked.

"The tour coordinator, I guess," I replied. I gave him a big Cheshire cat grin. "I think the tour coordinator will approve."

"You?" Coach asked. I nodded yes. "I'll talk to you more next week. I'm sure Jonathan would think he died and went to heaven if you can arrange this."

"Have him in the lobby at nine o'clock next Saturday morning," I said. "It will happen."

"OK, I'll discuss it with, Karen," Coach replied. "Thanks again for all your help today."

"No problem," I answered as we headed for the cars. "It was a pleasure."

We returned to campus with enough time to shower and get ready for dates that evening. Trevor was taking Steph downtown for dinner. Damian was cooking for Billy, Sarah and Melanie at our apartment. Claire was still joined at the hip with Chip. They headed downtown first. I drove over and picked up Molly.

Molly greeted me with a hug and quick kiss when I arrived. I escorted her back downstairs to my car. "What kind of food are you interested in?" I asked. "We've got Cajun, Thai, Chinese, Mexican, Korean ... burgers and fries, barbecue, deli, pizza, the Diner, um ... German ... uh..."

"German!" Molly exclaimed, her smile extending from ear to ear. "I haven't had German food in too long."

"Herwig's is good," I said. "I've been there before. Have you?"

"No, I haven't," Molly answered. "I heard it is good."

"It is. I guess we're off to Herwig's," I said as I opened the car door for Molly. She climbed in. I walked around my car and hopped in.

"You need to understand," I said as I started the car. "Herwig's is VERY authentic German."

"That's exactly what I want," Molly answered. "My Oma [grandmother] was born in Germany ... Aus Münschen." Molly chuckled and added, " ... from Munich."

"Ich verstehe," I said. "Ich spreche ein bißchen Deutsch." [I understand. I speak a little German.]

"Sehr Gut!" Molly said. "Wir essen bei Herwig's Café." [Very Good! We are eating at Herwig's Café.]

I drove us downtown. I parked in the lot behind Hammond Building. I knew the campus police didn't enforce the campus parking regulations on weekends. We crossed under Hammond Building and came out at the light at Fraser Street. Herwig's was half a block west of us.

There were a dozen or so people in the small restaurant when the waitress seated us. Molly looked around the room.

"This is plainer than I expected," She said. "I thought they would decorate the place a little more. It looks like a cafeteria."

"Brandy, the owner, puts his efforts into his food, not his décor," I answered. The two of us looked over at the menu blackboard on the wall.

"Oh! Oh my ... paprikaschnitzel!" Molly raved. "My Oma used to make that for me when I was little. I love it."

"Well ... we know what you're having for dinner," I commented. "Let me see what I want." The jägerschnitzel caught my eye. It was a pork cutlet sautéed in a mushroom and bacon sauce.

Molly and I talked while Brandy or his son Bernd prepared our meal. Molly was curious about my Mennonite background. I explained that my family had been in America for over two hundred years. Molly's German connection was much more recent. Her Oma or grandmother was thirteen when she moved to Reading, Pa. with her parents in 1946.

Molly told me how Oma used to take her to dances and dinners at the Edelweiss Club in Reading when she was growing up. The Goebels [pronounced as 'Gable'], Molly's mother's family, enjoyed and celebrated their German/Bavarian heritage. Her family still lived in the eastern end of Berks County, in Boyertown. The Edelweiss Club sounded like fun to me, though I'm sure my austere ancestors would have considered it to be frivolous and much too worldly.

Molly's paprikaschnitzel and my jägerschnitzel were excellent. Both meals came with a knödel or bread dumpling. Molly and I enjoyed our meals and talking about our German heritage. Molly's mother's family was all German. Her father's was English with a touch of Scottish blood thrown in. My heritage was similar, though three of my four grandparents were of German heritage, my grandfather Robinson being the one exception. He was from English Quaker stock.

I paid our bill, leaving a generous tip for our waitress. Herwig's was a quirky place but they served excellent fare. It was just as good as last year when I took Kelly there. Molly and I walked back to my car.

"Can we stop by my apartment before we go back to yours, Kyle?" Molly asked after I climbed in the car. "I'd like to get a few things for overnight."

"Oh ... OK ... sure," I agreed. "I wasn't sure if you would want to spend the night with me on a first date."

"Silly, this isn't our first date," Molly replied. "We've gone skiing together twice. We've known each other for a year." She cocked her head and stared at me as I started up the car. "We've shared some damn hot good night kisses already. I'm definitely ready to get to know you more intimately."

"That feeling is mutual, Molly," I said. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, full on the lips. She gave me a radiant smile after we parted.

"I want to see if you can live up to the rep some of the girls gave you," Molly teased.

I drove us over to my apartment, luckily finding a space in the nearest parking area.

Damian, Billy, Melanie and Sarah were cleaning up from their meal when we came back to the apartment. Molly and I helped them finish cleaning up and then we set up for the party. Trevor and Steph came back about fifteen minutes after Molly and me. We were still setting up for the party when our first, unfashionably early guests arrived. Ian and Troy Davis showed up with Troy's roommate, Mark Markovich. We put the three of them to work.

"I tried to tell you," Ian griped as the three set out bowls of snack food. "Matt tried to tell me we were too early." Ian roomed with Chip's old roommate, Matt Frye.

"I didn't want to miss any of the party," Troy retorted. "Anyway, Coach doesn't mind, do you, Coach?"

"If you guys help setup, I certainly won't complain," I agreed.

Chip and Claire were no-shows before the party got going. I got the music started as our crowd of friends gathered. People enjoyed the music, talked and had some beer. The guys flirted and tried to score with the girls. It was a typical party.

Molly enjoyed herself. The other regular girls treated her like a lost friend. Molly hadn't been to one of our parties since Jay decided to transfer out of Penn State. We talked, enjoyed the munchies and each other's company during the party.

Karl Weaver and Jason Harting visited the party. Both were friends from home and former high school teammates. They were mad that I forgot to call and invite them to help Coach Caffrey move in the afternoon. I pleaded temporary amnesia and promised to let Coach Caffrey know that they wanted to help his family get into their new home.

Chip and Claire arrived at the party around 9:30. I wondered if he and Claire might have stopped off at another party. I checked him out when we both stopped off in the kitchen for drinks. Chip was in a great mood and totally sober. The apartment was crowded and noisy so any conversation about where he and Claire got to would have to wait for later.

Molly limited herself to two beers for the night. I had three. I'm considerably bigger than her, after all. We had a nice buzz going. Molly and I slow danced a bit. We became more intimate as the evening wore on. We cuddled and kissed a bit. Neither of us was in a hurry like the freshmen and sophomores. They were generally more desperate to score with a girl while they had private rooms available here at the apartment. Molly knew the two of us would have all the time we wanted during the night for intimacy.

It was just Trevor, Steph, Chip, Claire, Molly and me cleaning up at the end of the party. Damian, Billy and their ersatz girlfriends headed downtown a couple hours earlier. Our usual Saturday night guests, Jon or Marco, both scored with the ladies, but neither hooked up with someone who wanted to spend the night with them. Damian's bed stayed empty for the night.

It was about a quarter to one when Molly and I headed for my bedroom. Molly did a sexy strip tease for me while I undressed. Molly lay down on my bed. She was lovely. My eyes focused on her breasts first. They were firm cones perfectly proportioned to her body size. I couldn't wait to feel their pliant flesh.

I lay down beside Molly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. Molly was a seriously talented kisser. We spent a few minutes tongue kissing. I kissed my way across her cheek to her neck (sensitive), down to her clavicle (very sensitive) and across her chest to my goal – her twin mounds of mammary flesh.

I caressed her left boob while kissing her right. I felt Molly shiver as my lips smacked against her quarter sized areola. I gave her boob a squeeze. It was warm, pliable and very sensitive. I kissed, licked, teased and suckled one titty while I felt up the other. I discovered Molly loved to have her titties played with. That was perfect. I loved to play with my girl's titties.

Molly shuddered and panted as I aroused her further. After a couple minutes she seemed close to climax so I decided it was time to go lower. I continued stimulating her breast with my lips and tongue while I snaked my hand down to her labia.

Molly was quite moist. I rubbed up and down her labia a few times, collecting moisture. My fingers circled and teased around her clitoris before I diddled it directly. Molly came within seconds.

I sprawled out on the bed beside her after her climax. She smothered me with kisses. Our tongues met again. The effect was intoxicating. Our tongues tangled briefly but I wanted more. I kissed my way down her chest, across her tummy and south. I needed to taste the nectar she was secreting to prepare her for our union.

Molly's juices tasted sweet with a hint of muskiness as I lapped up and down her labia with my tongue. Barely past her last orgasm, Molly enthusiastically encouraged me to continue licking, kissing and fingering her.

"Oooohh ... Sweet Jesus!" she moaned. "You took lessons from Jay, didn't you?"

I licked around her clitoris without answering, eliciting a groan. "No, I got lessons from my big brother," I said when I paused a few seconds later. "I gave advice to Jay."

I wormed a second finger inside her pussy and went for pay dirt. I licked and teased her clit while I fingered her G-spot. Within seconds Molly's panted moans turned to a shriek as the frazzled young woman exploded into orgasm.

"Oooohh ... Oh FUCK!" she groaned as her body spasmed and convulsed. Her vaginal walls pulsed and squeezed at my fingers. I gave her outer lips a gentle tonguing as she surfed the flood of endorphins cascading through her body.

I withdrew my fingers from her vagina and lay down beside her as she calmed down from her sexual high. I stroked her tummy and gave her little kisses on the shoulder and neck while she recovered. After a minutes' rest, Molly rolled on her side to face me. She gave me a few quick kisses on the cheek and lips.

"That was ... WOW!" Molly said between kisses. "I've been with lots of guys in the past five years ... not that I've been a slut."

"No, of course not," I agreed.

"I'm experienced," Molly continued. "From fumbling around in the backseat of my first boyfriend's mom's mini-van to some pretty memorable and intense times with guys here at college, I have a basis for comparing your performance. No one ... no one, has ever, ever, ever given me such a mind blowing, take your breath away orgasm in my life ... and you did it twice in ten minutes. Jay definitely was the pupil and you're the master."

"I just try to make sure the woman I'm with enjoys herself," I said, trying to be modest.

Molly reached between us and stroked my hard, seven inch long erection. "Let's get this thing ready to go, Kyle," she said. "Where's that rubber you had earlier?"

"I'll get it," I said. I rolled over and grabbed it off the night stand. Molly rolled it down over my cock to sheath it.

"I hope you're half as good with this thing as you were with your tongue," Molly declared as she rolled on her back. I positioned myself between her legs and notched my cock against her hole.

"Ready?" I asked. Molly nodded yes. "I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy this." I drove my hips forward, thrusting my shaft into Molly. My cock was bathed with heat and moisture as I plunged in, her vagina walls tugging the skin on my head and shaft taut. Not too tight ... not too loose ... just like everything that evening – just right.

I thrust in, withdrew, thrust in again – in and out, the age-old dance between the sexes. Molly caressed and rubbed my sides and back as I did her, whispering sweet things to me as I worked.

Giving myself to Molly felt so ... right. I didn't want this to be a one night stand. I never felt the same love-at-first-sight feelings I had when Kelly and I started dating but I definitely felt more than I did for most of my various bed mates since Kelly and I broke up.

I felt the same way about Molly that I felt about Faith. Here was a fun, intriguing girl I wanted to get to know a lot better, except Molly didn't have the distance problem that Faith and I had. Molly lived a mile from me and shared a class with me. She was going to have to tell me to get lost if she wanted rid of me. I planned on asking her out as often as possible.

My thrusting and grinding against her pelvic area coaxed her to another small orgasm after about five minutes. I continued humping and thrusting as she begged for more. Molly came again just as I was reaching the limits of my endurance. I thrust in hard as her pussy spasmed around my primed cock as it blasted a huge load of sperm and semen into the condom. The two of us collapsed into a sweaty but sated heap.

The two of us exchanged hugs and kisses as we recovered. Molly was up for another go together. After a couple minutes of making out followed by Molly grinding her womanhood against my cock, I was ready too. We did it again, this time with Molly riding me cowgirl.

Molly rode me for about ten minutes and two more climaxes before she was worn out. I finished off doing her doggie style, until I achieved my second cum for the night. Molly cleaned up a bit and joined me in bed wearing a T-shirt and panties. I slept in the buff, as usual for a Saturday evening.