Chapter 2: My Gemini Adventures

The first semester was progressing nicely enough for me. The most significant differences between High School and college were: a) in college the teachers told you what the assignments were to study and it was up to you whether you did so or not. And b) you were on your own. Parents, or in my case, my mother, was at home. I lived in an apartment, or dorm on campus. My sophomore year I would be permitted to live off-campus. I expected that to be an improvement, but it really didn't matter. I had all the freedom I needed.

As I mentioned earlier, football took up a good deal of my time. Practice seemed to dominate my life until the season started, then as the third string quarterback, I scrimmaged almost daily and traveled with the team for the away games, but that was about it. I had always been a good, conscientious student and my grades remained in the realm of A to A+.

A week after deflowering Frannie and making another good friend in Jenny, Jenny called to invite me to a dance her fraternity was having off-campus that Saturday night.

"I've been talking to the girls here and they're dying to meet you, Aubrey. Please say you'll come."

"Can I count on you for a blowjob?"

"Eewwe! You're sooo fresh!"

"Well?"

"I guess so. But what if one of the other girls wants to service you that way?"

"Maybe I'll make her fight you for the privilege."

We laughed together, and she said, "You are sooo nasty!"

"Maybe, but you have to admit I can make a girl cum, can't I?"

There was a pause on the line then Jenny admitted that I was certainly very capable in that department. I agreed to come to their dance and she provided the address and directions. I wasn't asked to bring any other guys, and that was fine with me.

"I should warn you that if I get into the game I might be banged up and unable to, um, how can I put it delicately? I guess perform is the word I want."

"You'll be able to perform. We'll see to that," Jenny giggled. I heard other girls giggling and laughing in the background, but didn't say anything.

"So Saturday night then. I'll see you then, Jenny."

"Oh, you made me sooo horny, Aubrey!"

"Grab your vibrator and play with yourself."

"You are sooo nasty!"

She seemed to say that every other sentence, so I added, "Or have one of your fraternity girls do it for you." That did it. I heard several girls shriek with delight and I hung up while I was ahead.

Saturday afternoon both the starting QB and his backup suffered injuries that took them out of the game with the Memphis Tigers. I ran onto the field late in the third quarter trailing 28 to 7. I got lucky on the first play from scrimmage when the Memphis defensive end hit me after I'd released a hopeless pass. That gave us a first down at mid-field. I ran two running plays for eight yards and hit the tight-end for the first down. We were on their 41 yard line, and feeling lucky, I ignored the coaches' call for an off-tackle run and passed, hitting the wide-receiver for a thirty yard gain. It was now first and ten from the eleven. What could they do to me for disobeying? Put the injured quarterback back in the game? There was no fourth string that I knew off.

I tried two running plays that only netted us three yards. They called on me to pass. I would have if anyone had been open in the short time frame available. Seeing no one, in desperation, I tucked the ball under my arm and hit the small hole that opened in front of me. The tight-end came from nowhere and decked the outside linebacker. That was all I needed and I burst past the middle-linebacker and left-corner to score the touchdown.

Hot damn, my name would be in the local paper tomorrow!

That was all I accomplished for the remainder of the game. Memphis shut us down and scored another 12 points on four field goals. The head coach seemed satisfied with my performance, giving me a swat on the ass as I came off the field for the last time. He even knew my name. My ribs hurt from being sacked twice and tackled on the only other time I ran the ball.

But I showered and shaved, went back to my room and dressed for the dance with a blue button down shirt and tie, grey slacks and the standard dark blue blazer. The dance was typical. Since it was no problem to get served at theses events, the guys were in the bar drinking beer and the girls were by the dance floor. Jenny must have been waiting for me, and quickly introduced four other girls whose names I quickly forgot, except for one, a blonde named, Julie. She had a great figure and a confidence that I hadn't encountered since Hayley back in high school.

Six girls were out on the dance floor, dancing with each other. I asked Julie to dance and she quickly accepted. The reader may recall that I was trained in various forms of dance, including ballet. At the moment, an old Glenn Miller lindy, In the Mood, was playing and I spun Julie around while the other dancers stopped to watch.

I kept it simple, not knowing how proficient my partner was. I should have known better, it turned out that Julie had had even more dance experience than me, and as soon I realized it, we added to our movements, and imitated Fred and Ginger, finishing the number to great applause.

We remained on the dance floor for the next number, a slow ballad. I kept my hand low on her waist, enjoying the feel of her buttocks moving to the music. Halfway through the number she pressed her groin into mine looking for signs of my excited state. I didn't disappoint her, poking back at her from the moment she made contact.

"I like the way you dance," she whispered.

"I like the way you look and feel," I countered. That got me a low laugh and firmer thrust of her pelvis into mine.

"They'll be telling us to get a room," Julie laughed again.

"We can do that," I replied. She made no answer, but remained close as the number ended and we made our way off the floor to her table, where I was invited to join the other girls. I made sure to sit next to Julie, with Jenny sitting on my other side. Sitting next to Jenny was a guy named Eric and after a few beers, we got to talking about pickup lines.

Eric: "You know guys are caught up in the folklore of the pickup line. I mean, they think they can magically trigger the female mating response if they're armed with the perfect routines."

Me: "I know, that type of gamesmanship usually backfires and they're are left feeling anxious over what ought to be a perfectly natural thing. They start to freeze up in the presence of women."

Julie: "Wow, you guys are deep!" I didn't know if she was serious or putting us on.

Eric: "Hey, women are just as interested in being approached as men are in approaching them.

Julie: "That's right! We are, aren't we, Jen?"

Jenny: I guess so." I realized that Jenny was somewhat intimidated by the turn of this conversation. I knew she liked me, we had fucked after all, but did she have a thing for Eric too?

Me: "And girls are just as full of shit as most guys are. You start talking to them and it doesn't matter if they like you or not, they'll give you a fake name, a phoney number, or tell you they're lesbians..."

Eric: "But at the same time you might get asked to dance, or actually meet the girl you'll marry."

Julie: Right! That's right!:

Me: "I say, take it a step further. Stop worrying about what you're going to get out of each encounter with the opposite sex and learn to enjoy the encounter itself.

Eric: "I took a Dale Carnegie course once. He discovered a secret; a key to getting what you want out of relationships. Do you know what the secret is? Well, I'll tell you. Take a genuine interest in people. People want to be appreciated every bit as much as you do, and for the same reasons. Even hot babes feel this way.

Julie: "He's so right!"

If Julie hadn't had a great pair of tits, and a knockout ass along with her good looks, I'd probably have said something that would have really pissed her off. But her sexy charms over rode my inclination to chase her off. And that would prove rewarding in the end. Maybe Eric had something after all.

Jenny: It's funny how often we all forget the basics. Talking is as easy as opening your mouth and letting words tumble out; listening as easy as shutting up long enough for someone else to get a word in. Try it some time, open your mouth and say something; shut up and listen and then respond. Do it often enough and you might even get good at it."

Eric: That was fucking profound."

Julie: And you're profane!" That said, she stood up and made to leave. I jumped up, gave Eric a withering glance, and quickly followed Julie out the door with Jenny and Eric trailing. I caught up with Julie and went into my usual speil, and calmed her down. In a few minutes I had her backed up against a short wall, kissing her and eliciting a hot response from her. I had her stradling my right leg, which was bent at the knee. One might say she was fucking my leg, some might say she was only doing it to keep me pinnioned to the spot. HA! You can guess what I thought.