Chapter 3

Nicholas Patrick Quinn – Nicholas from his mother’s Russian heritage that gave him his blond hair and blue eyes. Son of Patrick Quinn from the proud Irish immigrant family’s school of hard knocks. Since Pop Warner, he had been groomed to be a quarterback. His lack of attention to grades cost him a Division I scholarship. His father was therefore heavily invested in the immediate success of a southern Texas college program, where football was almost a religion. Tomorrow’s out of town game would put Nick to the test.

Six foot four inches of all muscle, Nick Quinn possessed the stature of a quarterback, or Greek hero actually. In contrast to his tall build, Vanessa was a little slip of a girl. Her not overly large breasts, not small in the slightest, stood out prominently. Not quite a toned sports look, good definition emphasized her favorite feature - her bubble butt.

Nick was not a deep thinker. He left that to Vanessa; her presence almost made him feel smarter. His beautiful little muse kept him from being lost in the complexities of college and the notoriety of being a star. Vanessa wanted to give Nick something to remember before he was taken out of her presence, away and under the constant care of those covetous cheerleaders.

Swooping her up in his arms, Nick planted his lips firmly to hers. He kissed her hard and held her up to slide his cock deep inside. He positioned himself between her legs. He leaned into her while his cock slowly began to penetrate her pussy. She moaned softly. Moans of pain, of pleasure mixed together. Vanessa wrapped her legs around his waist but was unable to take in all of his nine inches in that position. On alternative strokes she could almost feel his long penis press against her womb.

Women get turned on by looking at a big dick and it can be a great experience. But most guys with a big package think all they have to do is get to it. Nick had previously shown himself to be no exception. As a petite lady, there had been a combination of pleasure and an uncomfortable feeling. And sometimes she had been left hanging. Vanessa needed to be creative to make this an unforgettable experience.

She crooked backwards and vaulted onto the bed, legs akimbo. He groped all over her body touching her breasts, tongue finding her nipples. After letting him indulge his greedy appetite, she pulled him up for a deliberate hard kiss.

She then flipped over on top her stomach, presenting an enchanting view. Wasting no time Nick got his cock all the way up inside of her. He continued to hold her legs spread open. He began to move in earnest. She was tight and wet. Her heat wrapped around his cock while he pumped in and out of her gradually picking up his speed. Murmured moans were audible.

Vanessa reached between her legs, burnishing the “magic lamp” to summon her inner Genie. Quinn could feel her body tense up. Her pussy closed tightly around his cock and she began to cum. She trembled beautifully, moaning his name along with sweet feminine girly groans of pleasure. His cock jerked hard a moment later. He hadn’t wanted to cum just yet. Too late. He was planting his seed inside of her. A gush of hot cum filled her pussy. When he pulled out some cum spilled out of her pussy dripping down her thighs. She was thankful for protection of a little non-white colored pill.

He now turned her over for a kiss. Their breathless embrace was intense. Vanessa closed her legs making sure no more of her man’s seed seeped out of her. She loved how it felt so warm flowing inside of her. She lay next to him placing her head on his chest. He stroked her hair. Her heart was still pounding just as it had the first time, she ever laid eyes on him.

They kissed passionately, moaned sweet words and celebrated their climax. Nick had never permitted himself unprotected sweet raw sex with anyone, before becoming attached to Vanessa. From the moment she kissed him to the moment she gave herself to him, sex felt so different, so right.

Pulling her to her feet, Nick covered her with his Letterman’s jacket and hustled her off to the bathroom. He took off his treasured “Q” signet ring and hung it on a serpentine chain. Vanessa pulled the chain over her head so that the ring, far too large for her finger, dangled between her breasts. Not to be denied his trophy, Nick snapped several pictures from his cell phone. He wouldn’t let her cross her legs so the wet runny sap could be seen between them. He towered over her in the couples poses. These images were personal, not for public consumption. “Success”, she thought to herself “he could never want anyone else.”

That night Vanessa sat down in front of the television after cleaning up. The weather report caught her attention. A late year, almost Thanksgiving moist tropical depression was advancing from the Gulf, heading toward an assault with a cold “Norther” storm carrying freezing temperatures. They were predicted to clash in southern Arkansas, above the Texarkana border. Snow in Dallas was almost a certainty.

And where was team bus that departed 3:00 p.m. going? In a direct line to nature’s battleground. It must be a strong northern storm indeed if the cold air currents could be brought down fifteen hundred miles to trouble the traveling team.

She looked outside. Clouds were circling above but most of the stars were still visible. She thought about calling her boyfriend but restrained herself, not wishing to come off as the needy girlfriend. Her phone would be handy in case he called.

“Wait a minute, where is it?!” She couldn’t remember when she last had her phone. Retracing her steps, she began to worry on her own two fronts: “ ... would she miss his call? and WOULD SOMEONE FIND THOSE PICTURES ON HER PHONE?”

Walking briskly into her co-conspirator brother’s room, Vanessa closed the door and sat on his bed. This Nick had always been a quick problem solver. He knew the campus layout from his skateboarding days. With his assurance that they would search the grounds at tomorrow’s first light, Vanessa at least had a plan. Sleep would evade her this night.

Up early Saturday, they threw on grey running suits. The color blended in with the sky and the sports gear would provide an ample alibi if they were caught sneaking around. Leaving quietly, Vanessa observed that while the morning was overcast, cloud banks were separated with suggestions of sunny patches in the afternoon.

Nick grabbed the keys to the family car – a Jeep four door Cherokee. They drove the short distance to the college, parking on the roadside in an inconspicuous place close to school. As they jogged to the gate nearest the schoolroom, dark heavier rainclouds moved toward them. The asphalt was still dry.

Vanessa pointed out the building for her last class. Concentrating on the chair she sat in Friday, they began their search. Scanning the floor a rectangular object underneath the next row entered her line of sight. The next thing she knew, the cell phone was in her hand; screen black, battery dead, no red warning light. A sigh of relief came with the realization that nobody had picked it up. There were no witnesses to their indiscreet selfie exchange.

Vanessa put the phone in her pants pocket replacing a little notepad that she now held in her hand – Nick’s idea to explain their intrusion in the event someone stopped them on the way out. Nick sat down few seats away across isle from Vanessa: “Is he really worth it?” was followed by “ ... you’re becoming a different person” before she was given a chance to answer.

Vanessa responded: “I’m alright; what business is this of yours, why the sudden concern?” She then countered the typical “I don’t want to see you get hurt” with “What’s up with you and Kate?” Nick confessed to having kissed Kate.

It all started when Nicky as Kate called him was 15, Kate was sleeping over and got up for a midnight snack. They happened to meet in the middle of the night. Nicky made Kate laugh. One thing lead to another as conversation became Nicky’s first kiss. Afterward they would get together, kissing, missing each other and then getting together. Kate taught him a thing or two about women.

Hearing that news made Vanessa feel a bit jealous. She pressed on but was relieved to hear that the lessons hadn’t gone too far. Not knowing whether it was her competitive nature or a growing realization of strong feelings for her little brother, she delivered the whammy: “Who kisses better, Kate or me?” That question was answered by a long silent pause. The words just floated in the air.

Nick jumped up and dashed out of the classroom. Caught up in their conversation, they failed to notice the downpour that had dropped over the last 20 minutes. Zig-zagging around puddles, and bypassing buildings, he found the one he sought – Drama Department. Vanessa trailed behind with a quizzical: “where are we going?” The door was unlocked. Inside were standing plywood “sets” strewn in odd angles. Something was “off” as her subconscious reacted to the random array. She valued order.

The room was dry and stuffy inside, stands of light stealing between overhead clouds highlighted the dust motes through a skylight. Beyond a curtain running two thirds of the way back, Nick discovered two large closed chests. One contained male costumes and the other female. Nick stripped down to his skin and began putting on a pirate outfit. Complete with eye patch and feathered hat, his curved erect “sword” pointed proudly. Placing one foot on top of the trunk he barked “Sis snap a picture.”

Closing her astonished open mouth, she grinned and replied “hell, might as well have some fun.” Taking Nick’s phone (hers was still out of juice) she took several flash pictures, including one close up that highlighted his thick manhood and large knob that belied otherwise normal length. Zooming in she could see the outline of two hefty orbs.

Discarding a low-cut mermaid costume, she pulled out a wench’s wardrobe, complete with push up corset, skirt and bolero with ruffled arms. This would match nicely. Vanessa changed behind the curtain. No sense being indiscrete! She stepped out of the running suit and folded it neatly. Pushing the pile under the drape, she told Nick to place his clothes next to hers.

“Hurry up, I want to see my courtesan” he pleaded. She had to take off her bra to snuggle into the top. Her breasts were pushed up indecently. She didn’t want him to see her boring white panties so off they came. Taking a deep breath Vanessa stepped out for the reveal. She had to turn her back to Nick to cinch up the bodice, his hands tying knots while his eyes peeked over her shoulder. The bolero was discarded for covering too much of her arms.

Vanessa always enjoyed playing dress-up; posing like a model was a blast. She gave Nick a side view, bent over the at the waist, skirt thrown up. Snap Flash. Careful not to expose her jewels she sat on her knees facing the camera, bending forward to show deep cleavage. Each new pose earned admiration. More pictures, different looks: innocent pout, seductive “Ooh La La” and surprised “O”. Nevertheless she always left the best to imagination.

His weapon stood at attention. He dodged away when she lunged toward him saying “put that thing away before someone gets hurt.” Their feet tangled, they tripped and fell onto the shadowed floor laughing. Nick finally pulled off the tights in the dark; rolling over, he lifted the chest lid and shoved the get-up inside.

He straightened up to attention; stood stock still. She heard voices outside too. Conversation grew louder as strangers came nearer. A simultaneous thought: “Quick, hide.” Each gathered their clothes in a bundle. The closest place to disappear was an adjacent tall cabinet. An empty vertical space was revealed as they pulled and swung it open. Bundles were thrown ahead, and they jumped barely in time. The magnetic latch snapped just as sunlight spilled in like a huge flashlight. People strolled through the open space. Fortunately, they could see nothing among the maze of discarded items.

Packed tight, Nick planted himself into the right corner. His first thought was to secure her inside the space. Thrusting the right arm across her body, the left arm tried to fasten to her hip. Her round curves offered nothing to gain purchase. He desperately clutched her corset but was losing grip. She grasped a clothes hook on the door with both hands to pull the door shut. If she let go, they would spill out into the room like an overturned bowel of apples. At 5 foot 2 inches tall, she needed a boost to hold herself up. Lifting her, pushing a bundle under each foot, he let her down.