Chapter 30: Almost Routine

I was half daydreaming, half watching Jessie Von Broklin as she jumped and gyrated at cheerleader practice. I couldn't hear the cheers, but I had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl, as her blond hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful leap. My thoughts moved to Gerry, and how the day after joining her husband in fucking her, we had made it on the kitchen counter before I headed off to school; and later that same afternoon, taking that long luxurious bath together.

There had been a pre-season baseball meeting with the coach earlier that day. He had mentioned that we lacked pitching and asked how I felt about maybe trying to pitch. He'd also touched upon all the seniors we'd had graduate and how he intended to replace them.

"You know we had a hell-of-a team last year, Morgenthall."

"Sure did, Coach."

"Now Craig is gone."

"Heck of a first baseman," I said. "Good hitter, too."

"Great hitter. You know, Cardinal's signed him, well, they wanted to sign him."

"I heard he's going to Norte Dame."

"Yeah, he'll make their squad, no doubt about it. And Tickie Smith, that son-of-a-gun's going to Alabama to play football."

"I didn't know that, Coach. I thought he joined the Army."

"Well he is. Just as soon as he gets out of the Army; they told him they'd have a spot for him."

"They can do that?"

"Sure they can. They can do anything they want at schools like Alabama."

"How did our pitchers make out? I mean, I haven't heard anything."

"Pretty good, actually. Scarpa signed with the Yankees, he's with their Double A team in Florida. And Johnny Whiz... (he meant Wisnewski) was invited to a Phillies tryout and made it. He's with an A level team in Delaware. Tripplet's gone too," the coach added.

"Who did he sign with?"

"Why no one, son. He was only a backup outfielder."

"Oh," I said not fully comprehending the working of life after high school.

"Now you've grown considerably since we kicked off last season, and ... with the pitching staff depleted ... I was wonderin' how you'd feel about trying your hand at pitching a few innings for us."

"Coach, I've never pitched..."

"I know that. I expect I can teach you a few rudimentary things when we start practicing."

"I'd be happy to try it," I said, knowing I really had no choice in the matter. Anyway, I kind of liked the idea of being a pitcher. I had a good arm, and I had grown as the coach mentioned. And that was why I was daydreaming ... I had already envisioned myself striking out hitter after hitter; pitching no-hitters and becoming a star pitcher, sought after by the major leagues and all. Then my dreaming had focused on Gerry, and from there to Jessie Von Broklin, who was currently finishing up her cheerleader workout.

I waited on the sideline as Jessie finished her routine, and while the other cheerleaders were still practicing, she wandered over in my direction, her firm, young breasts barely swaying as she began to trot over to me.

"Hi," you're Aubrey aren't you?"

"Yes, and you must be Jessie," I said with a wide smile.

"Yes," she replied, returning the smile, revealing pearly white teeth. "I'm only here 'cause Mora told me you were kinda interested in me."

Mora had also told me that Jessie was interested in me; quite the matchmaker, that Mora.

"I have to thank her for that," I said, then added, "And I am interested in you." My eyes roamed her body top to bottom as I spoke, and she seemed to enjoy the attention, possibly even expecting it.

"Mora said you might teach me a few things."

"She did, did she?"

Jessie licked her lips, seductively, "yeah, she said you were very good at certain things I won't mention."

"Does that mean you want to get together with me?"

"Yes and no," she said.

"Um, could you explain that last part?"

"Sure! I gotta boyfriend, and I wanna keep him. But from what Mora told me I'm kinda missing out, know what I mean?"

"I think so, I said resisting the impulse to put my arm around her wispy waist.

"Tell you what, Jessie, meet me after practice and we'll go for a ride."

"Oh, no! I got my car. I'll follow you. That way no one will see us together."

"The other girls have already seen us together," I pointed out.

"That doesn't count." She turned away from me and started running back to the other cheerleaders, calling over her shoulder, "Thanks I didn't know where it was, Aubrey!"

I concluded that she was just saying something to cover our meeting with the other girls. Jealousies, petty or not, seem to prevail among them from their insecurities. I headed for my car to wait for her to leave. I had enough insecurities myself to contend with.

I let Jessie take the lead and followed. She impressed my with her driving skills, I should remind you that I was new at driving and had limited experience. Jessie pulled into the state park grounds and then drove in a half mile or so, finally parking where there was room for only two vehicles. A small path led into the thickly wooded area surrounding us.

I was fairly certain I was about to get laid, and let my eyes wallow in her pleated white cheerleader's skirt that came to mid-thigh but kept swirling revealing her fine, shapely legs and pert, tight ass as she managed to stay several yards in front of me. She had certainly been here before; probably with the current boyfriend. She had even thought to bring a blanket with her. I filed that away for future reference on my part. Always be prepared.

My thoughts returned to her and Larry. What was he lacking in that had her seeking me out?

Finally, Jessie stopped and held her hand out, and I took it and guided her around a fallen branch that might have jabbed her for she was looking at me. We walked another ten or twenty steps, before Jessie pulled me down on top of her.

"You're outfit!" I exclaimed, needlessly worrying about her dilemma. Quickly I picked up the blanket and spread it out on the ground.

"Not to worry, silly," she replied, "I've been here before; that's why I brought the blanket."

I was drowning in the taste of her mouth on mine an instant later. My hardon was killing me, and to sedate myself, I began rubbing it against her groin even as she pushed her pelvis back at me.

I put one arm under knees, and the other under her upper back. She cradled her head into my neck and bit me hard.

"Ouch!" I yelled and she began to laugh.

"It's not funny!" I told her and she saw that I was serious.

"My boyfriend likes me to bite him," she said, as if that gave her permission to tear at me.

"Well don't bite me. I don't like it."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," she said contritely, and I believed her. Now that we were face to face I noticed the huge amount of makeup she was wearing, and wondered why. There were no blemishes on her face, and with all the tanning beds available around town, if extra color was desired she could easily get it there. So why the make-up? I was about to ask when she kissed me and I forgot about asking her. We kissed for the next few minutes, both of us getting hotter and hotter.

"I'm about ready to fuck your brains out, Jessie," I told her and unbuckled my belt and started to take my pants off.

She didn't protest, but watched appreciatively as my dick sprang into view.

"Oh, you're bigger than Larry," she said. "But what I want..."

Apparently, she was having trouble continuing, so I waited, and made no further move on her.

"I thought..." she said and stopped.

"You want me to do something, right?"

"Yeah."

"Something Larry won't, or can't?"

"It's hard for me to put into words."

"I bet I'm harder."

That made her laugh and she gave my dick a friendly squeeze.

"Come on, we're going to be screwing our brains out, you can trust me. C'mon, tell me."

"He won't eat me!" she blurted.

"You ask him to?" I said, trying to imagine her actually pleading with Larry to go down on her.

"No! I can't. I mean, I've sucked him off lots of times, but he never even thinks about returning the favor."

"And Mora told you I liked eating pussy?"

"Yeah, she said you were great at it."

"All right, let's get that pussy out here where I can see it."

"You will! I mean ... oh, shit! I don't know what I mean.'

I started lifting her sweater, and she raised her arms to help me. I could feel her excitement. Her breath was coming fast, in short gasps, heavy with arousal. I knelt in front of her and asked her to hold onto my shoulders for support, before gently grabbing her ankles to remove her shoes one by one. She opened her skirt, and taking hold of the waistband of her skirt, I pulled it down as slowly as possible, teasing us both. The scent of her arousal filled the air. When the skirt cleared the crotch of her panties, I saw they were translucent from the wetness. I helped her out of them, and put them to the side, next to her shoes. When my gaze returned to her pussy, I could hear her breath catch with expectation. Leaning forward, I inhaled her heady fragrance. Her inner thighs were wet with her seeping juices.

Taking hold of her panties, I pulled them down with the same teasing slowness. I watched carefully the unveiling of her pussy. She had pale yellow pubic hair on top of her mons, neatly shaved in a triangle. Her clitoris was already out of its protective hood, and looked large. There was no hair to be seen around her vagina or the lips. I pulled the panties to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

We moved to the blanket, and then I positioned myself between her thighs and examined her pussy. Even to my relatively inexperienced eye, her clit was larger than most. I flicked it with my tongue and she shrieked.

"Oh, my God, at last, at last!" she yelled into the woods. I stiffened (not that way — that was already taken care of) and braced myself to hear someone call out to see if she needed help. Fortunately no one called back.

"Tell you what I'm going to do, Jess," I said. "Just so you know and don't scream it out to the world, okay?"

"Okay ... sure ... anything. I can't believe you're going down on me!"

"Shut up, will you? It's not like people never do the nasty, you know."

"I know. I know, but still..."

"Yeah, I know, Larry doesn't get it."

"So what?"

Interrupting her I said, "I'm going to kiss the labia."

"Oh!"

I gently cupped her ass cheeks, then nudged her and got her to spread her legs. I leaned in close.

"Looking for something?" she asked, her voice throaty, coming out as if she had difficulty talking.