Chapter 59: Busted

Our last game of the season we happened to be playing a team from the east side of town, Rutherford B. Hayes; a school where the guys fancied Mohawk haircuts. The guys at our high school wore clean Levi's with creases in them, golf shirts with little animals on the pockets, and we all had our hair brushed into Duck's asses in back.

All through the game, Curtis Maynard, probably my best friend on the team next to J. P. my best buddy, kept getting clipped, speared, hooked, tripped and piled on by a rather celebrated assassin named Dreamer Williams. My own theory was that Dreamer disliked Curtis because he wasn't just a good football player, he was considered cute by Dreamer's own school cheerleaders, of whom he had fucked each and everyone. Dreamer was known to us as a guy who liked to puncture tires on cars and hit people with long-handled wrenches. His vocabulary was limited to shit, piss, fuck, and more gravy.

Near the end of the game, with Curtis hobbling to the sideline, I took it upon myself to deal with Dreamer's unsportsmanlike conduct. I called a timeout, and ambled over to Dreamer, removed my helmet and affected the look of a guy on a genuine peace mission. But on reaching arms length of Dreamer, I said softly, "Uh ... listen, Dreamer. If you don't get off Curtis' ass, J. P.'s gonna break his hand on your face, and he won't be able to finger fuck your sister no more."

Dreamer swung on me immediately, but I was ready, and ducked out of the way, which was more or less how the referee got his jaw broken. J. P. only lost two teeth and had a bite taken out of his neck in the melee that followed.

Fortunately, I escaped without a scratch ... but I got three of the longish variety later that night in the backseat of my car, with Becky Ann Steeple, the lead Cheerleader from Rutherford B. Hayes High.

We were playoff bound, and our next opponent was a team we had beaten earlier in the season 25 — 0.

So let me go over what happened Saturday night. I went with Hayley to this party at her girlfriend Janet's house. It was the usual: the parents out, the alcohol plentiful, and no other football players. I saw Eric, Janet's boyfriend and a bunch of college guys. It was good at first; and Hayley and I were having a good time. I saw a lot of good looking women there, and I envied my single friends who were able to talk their game to the ladies. However, I enjoyed Hayley's company, until she got drunk as hell. She couldn't dance anymore, and worse, I couldn't even talk to her. She just laughed and babbled. So when she fell asleep, I went to kitchen intent on getting smashed myself. But I didn't get that far.

Twenty minutes later, I sat in the corner of the kitchen, a bottle of tequila by my side. I was starting to feel the buzz in the cluttered kitchen. Pots and pans were scattered about from the couple of things Janet had prepared for the party, so I wasn't concerned about adding to themes, unless I threw up. At any rate, I closed my eyes, so I didn't notice when this girl I had been eyeing earlier came into the kitchen pulled down her panties and squatted over a colander bowl that had somehow wound up on the floor.

Maybe the tequila made me think I was hallucinating, but I was strangely quiet as she pissed in the large bowl. I probably thought the lines at the bathroom were too long. A few moments later, I realized she might have been too drunk to comprehend that this was not a bathroom and the bowl was not a toilet.

I walked over to her as she finished. She gave out a short scream. Then she smiled at me.

"What are you doing in here?" she drawled drunkenly.

"Um ... this is the kitchen, good looking," I informed her.

She looked around. "What're you talking about?" She began looking for toilet paper. I got her some paper towels and she wiped her pussy.

"This is the kitchen. You just took a piss in the kitchen."

She stopped smiling. Her face changed from a look of disbelief to shock to horror. She dropped her piss soaked paper towel on the floor and buried her face in her hands. I might add that her panties were still around her knees.

I used that as an opportunity to thoroughly examine her. Very nice tits, a well-curved ass, short blond hair. Knowing I was getting nothing from Hayley that night, I thought I just might nail this lovely creature.

"Oh my God!" she cried out and the onset of panic set in. I looked outside of the door to see if anyone was coming. I then threw away the paper towel, and looked at the floor. "Stay right there," I said sternly. "I don't want you tracking the piss all over the place. Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

She remained in place, only pulling her undies back up, but not before I got a gander at her shaven pussy.

I grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped up the mess. She might have pissed a quart for all the towels I had to use.

Fortunately, there was a large can for paper products in the kitchen and I made use of it. And, after checking the condition of the floor and finding it satisfactory, I turned to the girl and asked her what her name was.

"Kira," she replied, looking into my eyes. "You know you have bedroom eyes?"

"Do I? Well no one's ever told me that before."

"You do ... you really do."

"You have a terrific body, Kira. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"No after watching me pee."

I laughed, she joined me, "Another first for me," I said and pulled her against me and frenched her. It took a moment before she frenched back, then she pulled away, and said, "Wait, I don't even know your name!"

"Aubrey, my name is Aubrey."

"Aubrey!" she smiled. "I've never kissed someone on the toilet before." I kissed her again. "You're not on the toilet. You're in the fucking kitchen, and you've pissed in a whatchamacallit ... a colander."

"Omigod, you cannot tell anyone," she slurred, still a little drunk.

"Don't worry."

"Got anything to drink?"

I handed her the Tequila, and she drank from the bottle, handed it back. I put the bottle on the kitchen counter and led her to the nearest bedroom. It was occupied by two guys and a young girl. She was handling them rather well for someone as young as she was. I moved on to the next bedroom and found it empty. We went in and Kira flopped on the bed.

"Kiss me?" she said, holding her arms out to me.

I kissed her while opening her blouse and unhooking her bra. As I moved down to her breast I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. We were not alone.

"Hey!" a male voice called out. It was Eric, Janet's BF, and he was not with Janet.

"Hey, Eric. Fancy meeting you here." The girl he had with him was on her knees with his dick in her mouth, and she was oblivious to us.

"You met Kira, yet?" I asked.

"No, hi Kira."

"Um, hi," she said and pulled at my arm wanting to get the hell out of the bedroom.

"Mind if we use the bed?" I asked.

"No, we're fine right here," he said.

"Okay with you, Kira?"

"I don't..."

"You pissed on the floor; you shouldn't mind sharing a room while you fuck."

"Who said anything about... ?"

I kissed her again and mauled her breasts. In less than a minute she was moaning and had her legs reaching for the ceiling. I never bothered to take her panties off, just pulled them to the side and slammed it to her.

The other girl took note and dragged Eric over to the bed and mounted him while facing us.

"Let's see who cums first!' she chirped and rode the hell out of poor Eric.

I took my time, and brought the both of us off. The other girl had forgotten about the 'who cums first bet, ' and was getting dressed, managing to ignore the fact that we were still screwing next to her.

Afterwards, Kira and I lay on the bed, watching the sweat dripping off our bodies. She laughed. "I don't even know your name," she whispered.

I shushed her, told her it wasn't important.

Eric and the girl left the room. I could tell this made her hot. I found a condom and flipped her over. I stuck my cock in her cunt from behind and fucked her doggy style while she played with her nipples until we came again.

I held her in my arms for a few minutes, then thought to check the time. I looked at my watch. "We better get out of here," I whispered. But Kira had fallen asleep. I dressed and went downstairs; Hayley was sitting in the chair where I'd left her, awake, but still looking a little faded.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"Partying. Hey, how long have you been awake?" I quickly said.

"About five minutes," she yawned.

"Well, it's time to go."

I drove her home. I think she could tell that I smelled like sweat and sex, but she fell asleep in the car, and I didn't think she'd remember much of that party anyway.

Monday morning I was sitting in my Geometry class, killing time watching the teacher, Miss Felez, a twenty-three year-old redhead from Costa Rica.

I had heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Felez and the physics teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Mr. Theodore was hardly a stud, and probably ten years older than her. But from what I knew about women, that meant next to nothing.

My boredom dropped away like an autumn leaf as Miss Felez moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and forth in front of the class. Her thighs were flashing out from under her miniskirt and I was certain that her very appearance was another school board prohibition. Teachers were required to be staid, and not given to any conduct that might affect our youthful hormone driven minds.

In my hormone driven mind, this Latin beauty was playing numerous roles in the next few films Hayley and I put together; of course I would be playing the male lead alongside her.