Chapter 58: Season Ends & More

The next to last game of the season ended: Us 9; Them 7.

It was still raining hard on the way home, everybody was hollering, hanging out the bus windows, messing around like this was some crazed field trip. I'm right in there with them, waving and yellin' at every car that passes.

Well, almost everybody. In the seat ahead of me, Sammy Mason, our other running back, sits stiff and silent. He won't turn around, won't talk to anyone, even though the game is over and his two fumbles are already forgotten.

I leaned forward and whispered, "We won, Sammy, we won. Forget everything else, it doesn't matter."

He doesn't turn his head. I figure he's still visualizing the fumbles, and they were costly fumbles that probably cost us at least one touchdown. But shit, we won, and that what counts, isn't it?"

A car honked as it passed us. It had dark green and white crepe paper streaming from the antenna; Our Team Won! Is written on the side of the car with what I figured was shaving cream, but how it stayed on the car in all that rain is still a mystery to me. Anyway, the guys on my side of the bus cheered out the windows, and one of the girls in the car, they were all girls, mooned us, making our day.

"Hey Sam," I say kindly, "go get hammered with Shirley, you'll feel a lot better."

He didn't bother to respond. A few minutes later the bus pulled into the school parking lot and we got off.

Several of the guys approached me: Johnny Demastri, Bam-Bam Norton, J. P. Pacillo, and Johnny Mack Brown. They were still talking about what Bam-Bam had done on hearing that his opponent on the other team was going to Notre Dame on full scholarship.

As they lined up against one another, Bam-Bam had to ask him if it were true.

"In about 2 seconds you're gonna see how true it is, Mother-fucker!" the new pride of that famous Jesuit University proclaimed.

It was more like four seconds, actually, before the ball was snapped, but Bam-Bam was across the line and smashing his fist into the others throat, and then with the stricken opponent gasping for breath - well, maybe even before that, it happened so fast — Bam-Bam threw his weight into the guys left knee, ripping it up. We later heard that he never made it to the Notre Dame campus after it healed.

That's football; joyful at times, merciless at others. After the game the guys wanted to go have a few beers to celebrate, but I declined.

"Got a hot date," I shouted to much good-natured laughter. They knew it was with Hayley, and forgave me. J. P. added that he wished it was him had the hot date with Hayley, and I got into my car amid even more laughter, and waved goodbye.

I dropped by Hayley's and was surprised to meet another girl she had found for this week's movie. But there was a problem. Hayley was positive this girl, Libby, actually, had a bit of an inferiority complex.

Hayley told me this shortly after I arrived. I couldn't believe it. Libby, nineteen, was good looking, had a great body, especially her ass; but she supported Hayley's theory by claiming her ass was too big.

I sat down on the couch across from Libby and accepted a beer from Hayley. As usual, her parents were off to a meeting in another city. I think this time it was Toronto.

Libby had dressed for the "interview" in a short, low cut and tight dress. Her bra pushed her firm breasts up into a delightful cleavage. Libby complained that she couldn't find any clothes that didn't make her backside look fat. I'd laughed and studied her study her quite openly as I sipped my beer.

There was no doubt this made her nervous. She was tall, around 5'9" with short dark hair. Her breasts were on the small side, but looked firm enough to me. Hayley had given me a sheet of paper with Libby's vitals on it. She was 130 pounds and rounded out to a nice, 34-24-36.

Aware of my scrutiny she feigned a pleasant smile and said, "Well?"

'You're no Marilyn Monroe, but then again, who is? You're ass is just fine. I would testify in court under oath that it is perhaps your greatest asset, um, physically.

Libby grimaced and stood up. "My greatest asset?" she stuck her ass out at me. "This giant butt? well, I certainly don't. I'm massive in comparison to my girlfriends."

I shot back, "I'll bet your girlfriends still have girl's figures. You, Libby, are a full-fledged woman."

She had to laugh at that, and perked up for the first time.

"Have you ever done anal?"

"What?"

"We're here to discuss making a fuck film. It's a reasonable question under the circumstances. Hasn't Hayley gone over that with you?"

Hayley jumped in just then, saying, "Actually, Aubrey I was waiting for you to get here before broaching that subject."

"But Libby knows what we expect her to do, right?"

"Well, yes..."

"I'm not quite clear on what's expected ... I mean, you want me to do another woman?"

I held my hands up in the air. "We make fuck films. You know what that is?"

"Of course I do. I thought that I'd take my clothes off and get it on with some stud ... something like that."

"That's right. Off with the clothes and hop on a dick. Hi-ho-Silver, away!"

Both girls started laughing at my line.

Libby gave her ass an exaggerated wiggle and said, "So you really like looking at this?"

"Let's quit fucking around, Libby," I said. "Take off your clothes. Let's see what you've got."

I fully expected a pout and declination from her. But Libby was game and shrugged out of her dress, and stood defiantly in front of us in pushup bra and pantyhose.

I placed both hands on the upper parts of her ass cheeks and kept them there for a few moments. I figured this would give her a chance to walk away without feeling groped in case I've misread her.

She stood still, and I gradually let my hands roam over her wonderful ass, gripping and squeezing them.

I heard her moan, and stopped. Only to have her push back against my hands, encouraging them to do more.

I used my thumbs to press into the crack between each flawless half-moon and kissed each one in turn.

I glanced over at Hayley, who was watching my every move. She nodded in a positive way.

I have never liked the feel of pantyhose, preferring high tops made of silk or something similar. Counting to four and not getting any resistance, I pulled the pantyhose down to her ankles, and tried not to tear them.

I removed her shoes, and then slowly begin to move my hands back up her legs. I let my fingertips linger here and there, even left a few wet kisses behind her knees.

A pungent aroma reached my nostrils, evidence of Libby's arousal. My cock was as hard as ever, but it's her ass that needs my immediate attention, and I try my best to do it justice; kissing, licking and nipping at it.

"You're ass is fantastic," I murmured into her ear and teased her rosebud with my thumb.

"Go easy!" Libby moaned her voice filled with apprehension and excitement.

"I wouldn't hurt this ... the Mona Lisa of asses for all the tea in China," I said softly.

"You ... you're full of it," she giggled.

"I hope you're not. Especially back here."

"You're gonna put it to me back there?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"I don't ... I don't think so. We can just fuck ... this is only like an interview, right, Hayley?"

"Well ... maybe a little more than an interview, but yeah, I guess. You don't have to do anything, Libby."

"How much money are we talking about?"

"For the interview, nothing; for a movie, you'll start at $2000 and work up."

"Two thousand?"

"That's right."

"That's real good money."