Deadly Chemistry
Part III: The End of Innocence
13 Varsity
SECOND SEMESTER was well underway and I was keeping up with everything by the skin of my teeth. In fact, that was the name of the play we were studying in Ms. Streeter’s drama class. First semester was Speech and Second Drama. Of course, everyone in the class had to try out for the show the first week of March. At least the spring production was after basketball season.
Ms. Sullivan started using a portion of our Advanced Culinary Arts class to have me rehearse the presentation for my next ‘Young Cooking’ episode. I promised that I would select three classmates who volunteered to be my assistants for one show. I planned to have Ms. Sullivan on the show, too. She coached my first demo and as far as I was concerned that qualified her as a girlfriend for the day.
On the eleventh, I recorded a show with Denise in the morning and Rhiannon in the afternoon. I was sad that I couldn’t take Denise out after our taping, but she’d been dating Josh and he was taking her to the dance. We still had a pretty intense kiss before she headed out. The very sweet show I’d recorded with Louise the week before ran as my Valentine’s Day treat and Louise was a perfect foil. She proved to have a quick wit and was a lot of fun. Denise was a hoot. Miss Polly was pleased that not all my girlfriends were lily white and having Louise with her exotic looks and Denise who was black helped. Her audience spanned a pretty broad demographic. I made a huge kettle of red beans and rice for that show and since it’s a dish that cooks for a long time, I actually had to make two batches. We distributed it to everyone and Denise and her father took home a container for dinner.
Rhiannon and I had a blast. It took us four hours to tape the simple taco and fajita demo because one or the other of us kept busting up at little things. Miss Polly wanted us to do something cute when we were at the table and feed each other. Rhiannon didn’t even know what she’d said when she turned to me with her taco in hand and said, “I want you to taste my taco, Brian.” Harvey about died and called ‘cut’ so we could go back and do it over with a more innocuous statement that he had her rehearse. I had to explain to Rhiannon on the way home what was so funny. She blushed.
“I wouldn’t mind, you know,” she said. Then I blushed.
It was way too late to get to Rhiannon’s house for her to change and still be ready to meet Doreen and Doug for dinner. Rhiannon had packed her dress and everything she needed to get ready for the dance, so we went straight to my house. There was a note on the kitchen table from Mom. “Brian, we decided to go to Kokomo this afternoon. Have fun at the dance tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Love, Mom.” Rhiannon read it over my shoulder.
“Did you plan this? To get me here with no parental supervision?” she asked.
“No! Honest, Rhiannon. They never said anything to me when I left this morning. I should have known. They go down there about every other weekend. I’ve been going crazy because I can’t go with them because of the stupid show. I haven’t seen Jennifer and Courtney since before Christmas. I talk to them a couple times a week, but I’m really missing them.”
“Why do your parents go down there?”
“Oh.” All of the girls who had been close to me for the better part of a year knew about my parents and Anna. We never mentioned it in the larger group, though. “Um… Rhiannon, are you really one of my girlfriends? This is different than having a kiss or going on a date.” She wrinkled up her nose at me.
“You need to take a shower before you dress for the dance,” she said. What? Weren’t we just talking about…?
She led me to the bathroom and ordered me to get us towels as she started the water. When I returned from the linen closet, Rhiannon was standing in the bathroom in her bra and panties.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in on you,” I said. I started to back out and she grabbed my hand to pull me back into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. She turned her back to me.
“Would you unfasten my bra, please?” My mouth was hanging open when she turned back around and let the bra slip down her arms and onto the floor. Rhiannon and I had dated a few times back when we were freshmen and even once or twice as sophomores. There was a little petting, though since one of our parents was always involved as the driver, there wasn’t much and I’d never gotten inside her clothes. While I stood there, she shimmied out of her little panties. “Get undressed and come in the shower, boyfriend. I’d like you to wash my back. And front. Thoroughly.” She stepped under the water. I stripped and came in the shower. Twice. I think Rhiannon came four times. “Don’t forget,” she whispered in my ear after I’d fingered her thoroughly. “I’d still like you to taste my taco.”
“Brian had to be convinced that I was really his girlfriend before he’d tell me the big dark secret,” Rhiannon said when we met Doreen and Doug. “You’ll have to convince him yourself that you are onboard.” She led Doreen away to the restroom immediately. Doug turned to me.
“So, what do I have to do to convince you to tell me the big dark secret?” Doug grinned at me.
“Just promise that you won’t talk about it to anyone. Especially not Doreen until I can talk to her.”
“The glow on Rhiannon’s face tells me you did more than talk about it,” he laughed.
“Doug, I’m sorry. We got kind of carried away and my folks went to Kokomo and she wanted to know why and I just asked if she was really my girlfriend and all of a sudden we were naked in the shower and… Shit!”
“You kept the agreement, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what’s the big deal? Look, I’m not going to say that I’m not a little jealous over having you touch Rhiannon. Maybe a little envious, too. And some dark part of my soul wishes I’d been there to watch. But Rhiannon really wants this as much as Doreen does. Rhiannon wanted to be your first date specifically so she could show you that it’s real and that we’re not palming Doreen off on you. I’m not gonna get bent out of shape over you doing what Rhiannon said she was going to do tonight in the first place. This is a time for us to explore and experiment. Now why did your parents go to Kokomo? Did they take your other girlfriends?”
“Oh crap! I forgot they were even there. Well, if any of them didn’t know the secret, I’m sure they do by now. But this is why I have to talk to Doreen before anybody else tells her. Mom and Dad have a thing going with Jennifer’s mom. I honestly think that if Jennifer and Courtney weren’t living with her, Anna would move in with us. The thing is, Betts would go ballistic if she found out about it. Nobody wants the drama.”
“Yeah, I can imagine Betts reacting to that news. But it’s so cool! Your parents are in the same kind of relationship that we’ve been in. What about Jennifer’s dad?”
“They’re divorced and he’s not involved. I’m not so sure about both Courtney’s parents, though. Nobody’s ever said anything, but we got suspicious over Thanksgiving.”
“Well, you’ll get a chance to talk to Doreen later tonight. We were going to invite you to our house, but if your folks aren’t home, maybe you’ll want to go back to your place.”
I danced with Rhiannon. Doug danced with Doreen. We sat with others from our group. Carl and Louise were there. Lionel and Sugar. Geoff and Sora. I glanced at her, but she and Geoff seemed to be having a good time without my help. Josh and Denise were there. She’d had time to go home to dress after filming this morning and was telling everyone what I’d cooked. It was a little strange to look at the group, all couples and none of my girls among them, even with me. Except Doreen and Rhiannon. I looked at her as I held her in my arms and we danced. Just a few hours ago, I’d been fingering her to an orgasm in the shower and she’d squeezed my hard cock between her fabulous butt cheeks as I slid the soapy erection between them until I came.
At precisely ten o’clock, Doug and Doreen danced next to us and the two girls changed places.
“What’s up, Doreen?” I asked.
“Mmm. Hi, Brian. I’m Valentine Dance Date part two. Don’t bother looking at them, they have eyes only for each other now. Look at me and describe for me exactly what I have to do to be considered trustworthy to know the big dark secret.” I laughed and we danced. When we went back to the table, Doreen stayed with me and Rhiannon stayed with Doug. There were a couple puzzled looks, but no one made a comment. When the dance ended, I helped Doreen into her coat and we went to my car as Doug and Rhiannon went to his.
“This might seem a little forward, Brian, but I feel like we have some unfinished business. It’s been almost two years since your sister’s wedding. Do you ever think about the time we spent together?”
“God, yes, Doreen. You kept me sane that week and drove me crazy at the same time.”
“May I spend the night with you, boyfriend?”
“Really?”
“How much convincing does it take, Brian? I’m pretty much ready to break my sexual fast. I know you’ve mentioned you’re not ready to go all the way, but can we go as far as possible? I’m serious, Brian. Take me home and make love to me.”
Doreen and I pulled into my garage. The truck was still gone, so Mom and Dad wouldn’t be back tonight. She grabbed Rhiannon’s bag out of the back seat.
“We packed our overnight things and morning clothes in each other’s bags, just in case we didn’t all end up at our house.”
“Was that the plan?”
“I was the one designated to call your parents.” We walked up the stairs to my room and I thought about what the night would bring. Another willing partner in the seventeen plus category. Still, Doreen and I both knew she wasn’t going to be my first. That didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun, though.
“I wish I’d known what the plan was,” I said. “I’d have worn sexier underwear.”
“Really? Let’s see what you’ve got hidden under here. I don’t remember seeing any sexy underwear in your dresser when I stayed here with Betts.” We kissed as she pulled off my suit coat and then went to work on my belt. I managed the zipper on her dress at the same time. When it pooled to the floor, Doreen was standing in her high heels and panties—nothing else. She finally got my pants unzipped and pushed them down. “I see what you mean. Though I can’t imagine anything sexier than what you don’t have on.” Rhiannon had dared me to go commando and since I didn’t think the wet spots would show on my dark suit, I’d taken the dare. I also knew what Doug wasn’t going to find under Rhiannon’s dress.
“Anything you want to do short of fucking,” I said. I’d managed to get my tie off and my shirt unbuttoned and stepped out of my trousers as she pulled my shirt off. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. “We’re both adults, Doreen. Do you really need these?”
“Anything you want, Brian. I’m yours tonight.” Doreen and I were active with our hands as we kissed, but we were teasing each other. Doreen was still a good two inches taller than me. She had nice round boobs and a tiny waist. Her hips flared out pleasantly and I found a firm handhold there as I rolled on top of her and began kissing my way down her body. The last time we were in bed together, I was fifteen and we kept a layer of clothing between us. Tonight, the only thing separating us was my will power.
Doreen squirmed when I reached that point just to the side of her mound where her pubic bone dipped down and I started nibbling and kissing it. Her scent got stronger the closer to her slit that I kissed and I loved it. I realized that I’d had oral sex with six girls. Jennifer and Courtney were always so thoroughly licked that it was hard to distinguish their scent. Liz had juices that flowed so plentifully and freely that it seemed they washed away the scent, even though her flavor was tangy and I loved burying my face in her snatch. Elaine was sweet and she smelled like one of those spicy flowers—I think they call them freesia. Maybe it comes with being blonde, but Brenda had a light scent that got stronger the more excited she became but was never overpowering. Doreen had medium brown hair that was neatly trimmed around her pussy. As I pressed the lips open, I was assaulted by a strong aroma of a very turned on woman. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was earthy and powerful and made me want to bury my face there and never look back.
So I did.
She didn’t skyrocket as soon as my tongue touched her clit, but she built steadily. Other girls I’d been with had fluids that were pretty much clear, sometimes thick but still transparent. Doreen was creamy. I used my fingers to collect her foam and then massaged her anus with them. She started up a steep slope toward orgasm and I flattened my tongue against her clit and shook my head as I pressed a finger into her dark passage. Doreen didn’t scream, but she let out a long guttural moan that shook her whole body. I wanted to go right back to work to bring her off again, but she pushed my head away and pulled me up to kiss her.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get me off again, lover,” she whispered through our kiss. “But I’ve wanted to suck you for two years and I want you now.” Her technique was to pivot so her knees were beside my shoulders and she leaned across me to caress my balls and suck my cock into her mouth. Even though her pussy wasn’t over my mouth, I had easy access to her with my hands, including cupping her lovely breasts in my hands and playing with her nipples.
I know they call it a blow job, but in my limited experience so far, it was just a girl sliding me in and out of her mouth. God! Just a girl sliding me in and out? What more could I ask for? Doreen showed me. Oh, I slid in and out as she bobbed her head on me, but every so often she’d give a little puff of air into my cock that would press against the base and then she’d suck it back out and start sliding again. Each time she blew a little into me and sucked it out, it was like I was coming a little. I held her breast in my right hand and my left found the open entrance to her pussy and I slipped a finger into her. She rose toward a new peak and started to hum as she pushed her mouth more firmly down on me. To feel the vibration of her throat on the head of my cock was too much.
“Doreen, I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I love you!” She didn’t back off and with the next puff of air into my cock I felt my semen rush to join it as she sucked it out. I don’t remember ever being so noisy when I came. My cock in her mouth. My fingers in her pussy. Her breast in my hand and the impending orgasm pulsing through her vagina. I think she was simply holding off until I finished spurting because as she pulled off of me her growling moan rose and her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came again.
I woke up in the morning spooned against Doreen with my morning erection lodged between the cheeks of Doreen’s round little bottom and my hand cupping her breast. It would be so easy to make love to her. All I’d have to do is shift a little and I was sure my cock would find a warm wet home. Apparently, Doreen was thinking the same thing. She lifted her leg slightly and reached through to pull my cock against her pussy.
“Doreen, honey. Don’t.”
“I know, Brian. I wanted you to feel how wet I am. I’ve been leaking my juices between my legs all night. Just move against my clit, honey. Please?” Her inner thighs were, indeed, slick with her juices. She held my cock where she wanted it so I could slide against her, collecting the lubrication from her pussy to make the passage easy. Just knowing that I was gliding against the entrance to Paradise brought me close, but Doreen’s rise was even faster. “It’s been so long since a boy has been in me, Brian. I’ve been faithful to you and to the group. I haven’t touched a boy except Doug or a girl except Rhiannon since we started together. But Doug will never penetrate my pussy, Brian. I don’t even give him blow jobs. He doesn’t eat me. I love him, but I love you, too. I want you so desperately.”
“I won’t let you down, Doreen,” I whispered in her ear. “Just give me time. The closer I get to consummating my love with one of my girlfriends, the more frightening it is. It will never be the same again. You’ve always been special to me. You were the ideal big sister when mine was a bitch. I love you, baby, and I’ll be whatever you want me to be eventually. Just not quite yet. But I’m so close.”
“Oh! So am I. I love feeling your cock against my pussy and my clit. I’m about…” Doreen couldn’t finish as the low rumbling in her throat took over in the face of her orgasm. She clamped her thighs tighter together and I erupted between them.
“Brian, report to Coach Mitchell,” Coach Hancock said when I left the locker room to go to practice.
“Coach Mitchell?” I asked. What would he want with me?
“Go. And congratulations.” I headed for the other side of the gym where the varsity was showing up for their practice.
“Coach? Mr. Hancock said I should see you.”
“Start working with the guys,” he said abruptly. “I’ll be working you in and out of the shooting guard position.” He didn’t give me any alternatives as he stepped onto the floor and blew his whistle calling for warm-ups. I was a little lost, but Lionel, Josh, Doug, and Carl all grinned at me and gave me a shove in the right direction.
We practiced hard—maybe harder than Coach Hancock drilled us. Coach Mitchell had never had a full fifteen-member squad. He preferred to work with enough varsity players to make sure everyone played and for the past four years had only had twelve members of the varsity squad. As a result, scrimmage kept ten guys playing and two rotating in and out as he gave them instruction. I was number thirteen. Instead of playing “shirts and skins” one team wore a yellow jersey over their practice clothes. When he rotated me into the game, if I had a yellow jersey on, I was on that team. When I came off the court, I took off the jersey and the next time I rotated in on that team. Each break, he mixed up the teams and we all got to pretty much play with and against every other team member. My absence on the JV squad left Coach Hancock with fourteen players. For the most part, I knew all the plays since the coaches used the same play book. But after an hour-and-a-half of solid play, I was exhausted. We had cool-downs and Coach called us together.
“We’ve got a rematch with Central on Friday. That’s our last shot at those bad boys, so let’s be sharp. The next week is Spring Break. We. Will. Practice. Every. Day. We travel to Wakarusa Friday during break. Our illustrious school board didn’t check with any of the other schools when they changed our schedule around to coordinate breaks. The following week is Sectionals. We. Will. Win. So, don’t make plans for March, men. There is no one we can’t take in this State.”
Oh shit! I had to completely rework my television schedule if I was going to be tied up on Saturdays through March. And I still didn’t understand what the deal was with me practicing with the varsity.
“Frost!”
“Yessir.”
“See Kyle to make sure your new uniform fits. You won’t be playing with the JV at the tournament this weekend.”
“Yessir.” We headed for the showers and the guys gave me a high-five.
“About damn time you showed up for practice, Brain Trust,” Lionel howled.
“What’s this all about?” I asked. “I’ve never heard of somebody being called up from JV to Varsity. Especially not right before the last game of the season.”
“Coach says we need more outside offense for the sectionals. He wanted us to have a couple games to get used to having you on the team. We have to lower our passes, you know,” Josh laughed.
“Yeah. And your expectations,” I laughed back at him.
I’d played against some of the guys from Central in JV last year. Our JV this year had beaten theirs, but we weren’t playing them on Friday night. The Central Varsity had trounced our varsity in the holiday tournament at Harrison Military Academy. We were holding our own on our home court, though. I was sure I was going to get splinters in my butt from wiggling around on the bench all night. We were down by two when the coach tapped me near the end of the half.
“Go in for Bert.” I checked in at the score bench and when the ball went out of bounds, they pressed the buzzer and I shot onto the court wearing my new number 13 jersey. Somebody had a real sense of humor. Carl sent the ball inbounds to Josh and he brought it down court. He passed the ball to me and set a pick. I was about to take the shot when I saw Lionel wide open under the basket. I punched the ball to him and he put it up for an easy two. The buzzer sounded and the game was tied at the half. We filed into the locker room in a pretty good mood.
“Frost!” Coach Mitchell yelled.
“Yes, Coach!”
“If I send you in it’s to get three points. What was that pass under the basket for?”
“Lionel was wide open, sir.”
“And you didn’t have a shot? We’re tied now instead of one ahead. If you can’t take the shot, you can head back to JV. Only their season’s over. We’re here to win this game, not tie it.” Everybody was a little shocked. Damn it! Coach Mitchell was sure different than Coach Hancock. Giving the ball to Lionel was a sure two points. Me taking the shot was a risky three. Coach went on to give us a good talking to, mostly praising the way the team was holding them on defense and getting the rebounds and trying to fire us up on offense.
In the second half, we see-sawed back and forth through most of the third quarter before Coach tapped me again. I knew what I had to do, so when Josh passed me the ball and set the pick on the same play, I looked up at the basket and let it fly. It hit the front of the rim and went straight up in the air. Central’s big center went up and scooped the ball out to a fast-breaking guard. Whistles blew and I saw a ref snap his hand down in the sign for a basket. I’d only ever seen that when a player was fouled on the shot. He was calling the basket good for three points and signaling number 22 for ‘basket interference.’ The Central coach was off the bench and their point guard called time-out. Their coach went straight to the ref to challenge the call. Coach Mitchell was on his feet but didn’t move from the bench as he watched the argument.
We gathered around the coach and he sent Bert back in the game and benched me. I did not understand what was happening. The ball had already hit the rim, so it wasn’t goal tending. The ref went to the score bench and explained the call. The Central coach stomped off to his team bench and the announcer came through the loud speakers.
“The ball was descending within the cylinder of the basket when Central player number 22 knocked it away. The official call is basket interference. St. Joe Valley receives the full three points, credited to number 13.”
The call tilted the game in our favor. We were leading by one in the fourth quarter when coach called me off the bench again.
“This time, watch for the open man,” he said.
I went in and we brought the ball down court. I paced Josh as Carl ran past us to set up in his power forward position. Josh made the play call and passed the ball to me. This time, the Central guard was all over me. I barely got the ball past him and across the court to Phil who took two steps and put the ball up for two. I finally got it. The purpose of putting me in was to take the pressure off our guys up front so they could get the shot off. If the other team thought I was just going to pass it in close, they’d back off me and keep the pressure on under the basket. Showing that I could shoot and hit the basket from three-point range forced them out to block the shot and freed our inside man. I’d almost screwed up the strategy in the first half. Damn! He could have explained the strategy up front.
Coach kept me in for the rest of the quarter and we mixed the passing game with the shooting game. I missed one, but Lionel got the rebound and put it in. The pressure was off the next time I got the ball and put it in for three from the top of the key. The next time I passed it in to Carl and he sent it back to Josh who drove for a layup behind Doug. I suddenly realized that all the guys on the floor were members of the group. I glanced at Doug and we put a full-court press on Central on the inbound. We hadn’t pressed them the whole game, but we got in close and Doug took the shot. When the buzzer sounded, we were up by three. I’d scored twice, so I could claim that my three-pointer won the game. I didn’t say anything, though.
“Take me home, Brian?” Sora asked as we came out of the locker room. We were in a pretty damned good mood. I grinned at her.
“Hey,” Brenda said. “You get the boyfriend tonight?”
“You can ride in the back seat, Blondie,” Sora laughed.
“How about burgers at Azar’s?” Phil called out. I looked at Sora and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m kind of hungry. It’s probably the only way we’ll satisfy the other girlfriend,” she said.
“I’m kidding,” Brenda bounced back. “I’m going with Carl. Louise is waiting for us.”
“I’d still like a burger,” Sora said.
We had a great time at Azar’s Big Boy reliving the game and my first varsity appearance. When we got in the truck, Sora slid over to the middle and leaned against me as I drove her home. She didn’t live far from the school and I parked in front of her house at eleven-fifteen. I started to reach for the door handle but she stopped me and turned my face toward me.
“Kiss?” We did. I discovered a new side of Sora. She was passionate, especially when we’d just won a game. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted a kiss like that,” she sighed. “I’d be really okay with it if you wanted to make out for a while before you walk me to the door.” I was okay with it and when she moved my hand from her side to her breast, I was really okay with it. She didn’t try to get any more intense or to grab for my privates or anything. But man, did we have fun kissing and petting. I walked her to her door at a quarter till midnight.
“Thank you for going out with me after the game,” I said.
“I kind of forced you into it.”
“Thank you for forcing me to take you out after the game.” We laughed.
I kissed her at the door with enough intensity that she squirmed against me, rubbing my erection against her pussy.
“We’ll do this again soon, Brian. Thank you.”
I’d spent an entire noon hour that week talking to Miss Polly and Harvey. I’d intended to come in to do two sessions during spring break. Jennifer and Courtney were coming to spend the week and I was going to tape an episode with each. Now that I had to clear myself through March, we set up to shoot both of them on Monday right after the broadcast of The Homemaker’s Hour.
They showed up before noon on Saturday—with Anna, of course—and we joined the rest of our gang at the JV tournament. The guys did great against St. Joe Catholic on Friday night, so they were playing the first game against our big rival, Adams, on Saturday. It was so good to see Jen and Court that I almost suggested that we skip the game. We really needed to be there, though. Geoff was the last one of our group on JV. I didn’t want to miss giving him our support.
And he did great. He was getting more playing time because I wasn’t switching off with him all the time. And he got into double figures with a jump shot just to the right of the key and outside the three-point line. We yelled and screamed and cheered. Some of us even followed the cheerleaders. But after the game, I told everyone that I was taking my Kokomo girlfriends home and loving them. They were pretty happy with that. Mom and Dad and Anna didn’t say anything about proper sleepwear when it was the three of us. I think they just assumed we’d be naked. We’d explained the revised penetration clause and since we were all seventeen, I think they just expected that we were having sex.
Well, in a way, we were. We were sure using every possible means to get each other off, including a lot of playing with my cock in the juices of their pussies. Neither Jen nor Court would have objected if I’d just pushed forward into them, but they both knew it wasn’t the right time for that. Still, between licking, fingers, and just rubbing ourselves together, we made up a lot of time that we’d been missing each other. I’d fallen completely in love with these girls. Sunday morning, Sam showed up for breakfast and all four of us went back to bed. Samantha was as enthusiastic a lover with Jen and Court as they were with each other and with me. For my part, I never passed up an opportunity to put my face between Samantha’s legs. Everybody had to get in the act at once, so I was licking Sam as I was coming in Courtney’s mouth. Jennifer was riding Sam’s tongue. No one could reach Courtney’s pussy, so as soon as I was sure Sam was satisfied, I turned and grabbed Courtney. I leaned her over the bed and began fingering her pussy as I licked her asshole.
She went ballistic.
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