Becoming the Storm
12 Gridiron Romance
NIKKI RETURNED to Brown on Monday as the rest of us returned to classes. The problem with fall break was that we were supposed to use the time preparing for midterms. I was glad I didn’t have an exam on Monday, but Tuesday through Friday were intense. I had two chemistry classes, Probability and Statistics, Media Management, and Food Purchasing. All five had intense midterm exams. I was thankful the chemistry exams weren’t on the same day, but Professor Z did not go easy on us in Media Management. Having Nuclear Chemistry and Media Management exams on the same day was stressful to say the least. The best part of reviewing for exams was that at least I had study partners for media, food, and stats. Stats was on Friday, and Brenda and I spent the night reviewing in my bedroom. It was unusual for Brenda to spend the whole night with me. Usually when she had been fucked by me she wanted to hurry back to Carl, Louise, and Cathy. I think, though, that Brenda got off on relating her math courses to having sex with me. Frankly, it didn’t hurt my understanding of the subject one bit.
I survived all five exams and crashed as soon as I got home Friday afternoon.
That was short lived.
Jessica, Amy, Maggie, and Jess arrived about ten that night. I was asleep in the master bedroom, not having realized that Jessica would be arriving. I woke up Saturday morning with my hard cock trapped between Jessica’s back cheeks and her bare breast in my hand. I looked up to find Dani spooned in front of Jessica.
“Let me feel it again, Brian. Please?” Jessica whispered. “I know you are about ready to come. Let me feel you pulse between my cheeks. I can’t be what I can’t be, but I still love you.” I debated with myself for half a second and lost. My cock and Jessica’s butt were slick with my precome and I slid back and forth as she pushed against me. I moved my hand down to cup her pussy, but found Dani’s hand already there. Jessica’s excitement was climbing fast and in moments we both reached a climax. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you both.”
I slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Dani followed me and took a warm washcloth and towel back to Jessica. I watched as she gently wiped our spattered fluids from Jessica and dried her. She softly kissed Jessica’s forehead and I watched as Heaven went back to sleep. I headed for the shower.
“Would you help me out a little, too?” Dani asked as she joined me in the shower. “That was very sexy. She telegraphs her need so powerfully that I can’t help that I’m all horny now.”
“Of course, love,” I said. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”
“Mmm. That’s tempting, but not in the shower,” she said. “Just rub against me like you did Heaven and touch me. Yes. I’m so in love with you, Brian. Maybe I’ve never said that. Ah! I adore you. I love you.” I rubbed my cock between Dani’s cheeks and played with her clit until we both moaned our release. I turned her in the shower and kissed her. Not her shoulders or her cheeks. We kissed like the lovers we knew we were. That we knew we would be.
“Oh. Hello,” I said. There was a strange girl sitting at the counter. She looked up from the book she was reading. She was cute, but not a raving beauty. She had a cherubic baby face with wide set eyes and dark eyebrows. I couldn’t tell much else because she was wearing a University of Michigan sweat suit. “I didn’t realize we had company,” I said. I was glad I’d put on my utilitarian white gi for forms before I came downstairs.
“Hi. Maggie and Hannah said someone would be up early so it would be okay to study at the counter. You must be Brian,” she said.
“You have the advantage of me,” I answered.
“Sorry. I’m Daryl Kellogg. I’m going to the football game with Heaven today. We’re filming Redress.”
“Welcome to Casa del Fuego. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me you’d be here. I’m forgetting my manners. Would you like coffee? I’m about to make up a batch of bread, but we have some fruit if you’d like some while we’re waiting,” I said.
“Oh, thank you. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I thought everyone knew I’d come back with Heaven.”
“I had my last midterm yesterday and crashed early. I’m afraid I didn’t hear any of you come in. Did you have the guest room here or were you in the dormitory last night?”
“Hannah and Rose were so nice! They showed me a lovely room upstairs. It’s so peaceful out here. Just dreamy. I’m a little overwhelmed to have been chosen for Redress and then to be able to come to your studio and home. Thank you,” she said as I handed her an espresso with foamed milk on top. It only took a couple minutes to make them with our new espresso machine. “This is yummy!”
“I should have asked instead of assuming you’d like that. The girls often put chocolate or cinnamon sprinkles on top,” I said. I handed her the shakers and she chose chocolate, just as I expected she would. “Can I assume everyone else knows you are here? I’m afraid people often come downstairs with… um… not much clothing on.”
“I was warned. I wasn’t even going to scream if you showed up in the kitchen naked,” she giggled. “My, oh my! I’m becoming so liberated!”
“Has that been a problem for you in the past?” I laughed. She was a really sweet girl and seemed to look at everything as if it was brand new.
“I’ve always been a little bit of a wallflower. Jerry has been teasing me out of it a little at a time for the past few years.” Daryl sipped her coffee with a dreamy look on her face. I finished cutting a muskmelon and handed it to her.
“I take it Jerry is your boyfriend.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it amazing? In high school, I didn’t have much to do with anyone, but Jerry was the superjock. He was homecoming king after he’d caught a pass for the winning touchdown. But he never had a date. Said he just wasn’t interested in the kind of girls who wanted to go out with him. When we started hanging out together, I thought he was gay. He got a full ride to Michigan. I was going there anyway because it was close to home, so we had a lot to talk about that spring. We just started doing stuff together. You could have knocked me over with a feather when he asked me to the senior prom.”
“Sounds like a fairytale,” I said.
“You don’t know the half of it. I was pretty naïve. We’d never been on a date and he’d never suggested anything to me. I was… I prepared myself to lose my virginity that night. Even knowing him as long as I had, I figured I was an easy lay for him and I’d give it up just to have him take me to the prom. I didn’t even plan to fight it,” she said. Once she started talking, she no longer showed any signs of being a shy wallflower. Her eyes were sparkling. I decided to just wait her out while I was kneading bread dough. Occasionally I’d whisper something to Hannah in my mind. “He never even made a pass. He was a perfect gentleman. He held my hand all evening and when he took me home at two in the morning, he walked me to my door. He stood there and asked if he could give me a goodnight kiss. Asked! And it was so sweet. I just wanted to drag him up to my bedroom and rape him. But instead of my first sex experience, it was my first kiss. And I will remember it forever.”
“Jerry sounds like a great guy.”
“Yeah. I love him. That’s why I applied to be on Redress. I don’t want to completely change my image. He fell in love with me the way I am. But I want to look nice for him. Just nice. Not sexy or slutty. I just want to… well, when he asks me to marry him… Do you know he never made a pass at me???” she exclaimed out of the blue. “I actually had to ask him to make love to me when we were juniors in college. I asked him!” I laughed.
“That happens more often than you think,” I said.
“Yeah. When I finally asked him why he never made a pass at me, he said that he figured I’d let him know when I wanted something more intimate and that he’d never pressure me. He said he’d read a paper once. I don’t know where he got it. He said a friend of a friend sent it to him in high school and it meant so much to him that he swore he would live by those rules for the rest of his life,” Daryl said.
“What are his rules?” I asked. This was feeling weird.
“He said it was a kind of pledge and that he’d promised to always treat people with kindness and respect, never be jealous, and always have explicit permission for any sexual advance.” I wonder where he got a copy of the agreement! “It’s not just that I’m in love. I feel respected by my lover. That’s why I want to look like I respect myself as well.”
“Daryl, you might not be aware of it, but that is the code that our entire clan lives by. There are over fifty of us and we all signed that pledge,” I said softly. “I’m so glad to hear that you found someone like that.”
People started coming downstairs ready for our morning workout. Daryl joined us in the studio. We’d moved inside and there was room for all of us to scatter around. We’d set up for my taping as soon as we finished forms. After such a wet and stormy summer, the temperatures had already started dipping to the freezing point in mid-October. The guys playing football this afternoon would be cold!
That’s when it finally dawned on me. They’d brought Daryl to film today because her boyfriend and Jessica’s boyfriend would be playing on opposing teams. I wondered how Maggie was going to manage this.
I was only going to be taping one show today since it was a home game day. I wouldn’t get to the stadium by kickoff time, but I’d at least get to be there for the second half.
I had to be careful with the show because my producer’s ‘couples’ theme included high school students and they’d be accompanied by their parents to sign the releases since none of them were eighteen yet. You couldn’t be too suggestive with things like a seduction dinner or breakfast the morning after. But cooking together was something I’d learned to enjoy as soon as Hannah gave me my first cookbook. I was happy to share some of those experiences with the five couples and their parents as we baked Amish Cookies.
My recipe for Amish Cookies is perfect for a couple to work on because it usually takes a guy to mix the dough. It gets really thick and the ingredients need to be mixed thoroughly. It also makes a lot of cookies. The recipe starts out with five pounds of sugar. Yes, the ingredients were measured in pounds instead of cups! A batch makes twenty-four dozen cookies. It usually ends up with all of us buttering our hands, dumping the dough on the counter, and all mixing it with our fingers. But they are so good and chewy.
The kids all had a great time. The parents were howling with laughter. And when I did my signature sign-off, the couple I’d worked with as my assistants shared a quick chaste kiss. It was sweet. We sent everyone home with a dozen cookies and I boxed up a couple dozen to take to the game with me. Dani stayed home with her sisters to finish the baking.
They almost didn’t let me in. It was the first time I’d ever had to actually use my media press pass. The game wasn’t being televised, but of course both teams had their own cameras in the press box to record the game. The rest of the box was filled with reporters for both newspapers and radio. Except one corner. In that space, Jess was taping Jessica and Daryl as they watched the game and commented on their respective boyfriend’s performance.
IU was not having a good day. Soon after I got there, Adam got the ball and drove downfield for a gain of twenty yards. We were all celebrating when they cleared the pile and we discovered he’d fumbled and Michigan recovered. Six minutes later, we were trailing 24-0.
“I am so glad my boyfriend will have a useful degree when he finishes this year,” Jessica said. Daryl giggled.
“What’s his degree in?”
“History,” Jessica said. “That’s useful, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Daryl responded. “High school coaches have to teach something.” I about choked remembering that Coach Hancock also taught history.
The game turned into a grind. Neither team moved the ball more than a few yards until we got a punt return that got us within field goal range. Well, at least we wouldn’t be skunked.
Late in the second half, Michigan was deep in its own territory and our defense was blitzing, trying to get one more score on the board. Their line looked like it just fell apart and our defenders went blasting through as the quarterback backpedaled. Then the ball was in the hands of their running back after a short quick pass. People were screaming ‘Screen! Screen!’ as the Michigan line formed up around the runner and escorted him eighty yards to the end zone. The point after made the score 31-3.
As the teams were lining up for the kick, there was a sudden surge of cheering from the stands. I was trying to figure out what it was about until I heard Daryl screaming, “Look! Look!” Up on the scoreboard a message was flashing.
“Daryl, will you marry me? Jerry”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
All of a sudden the scoreboard changed to a picture of Daryl jumping up and down screaming as the words “Yes! Yes! Yes!” exploded around the image.
There’s nothing like having 50,000 people cheer your engagement.
“How the heck did you manage that?” I asked Maggie when the gear was packed and we got back to the ranch. Before the game ended, Daryl and Heaven had been escorted with Jess to the locker room door. They’d gotten great shots of Jerry meeting his bride-to-be and his team cheering as they kissed. Talk about a football hero.
“We were going to run it after the final gun,” Maggie said. “Then we were going to pick up the locker room scene when the team was coming out. But the scorekeeper had the message cued up and as soon as Jerry scored he called and asked if it was okay to run it. We pulled the trigger early.”
“That was pretty risky, wasn’t it? What if she’d said, ‘no’?”
“You haven’t spent enough time with her if you think there was any chance of that,” Maggie laughed.
When the limo got to the ranch about seven that evening, Amy jumped out of the passenger door and Lamar stepped out of the driver’s side. When they opened the door, Adam and Jerry got out then reached in to bring out their lovely ladies. Officially, the taping was over, though I saw that Jess had a camera rolling. We were serving dinner in the studio where Danielle, Debbie, Dolly, and Mary had prepared a celebratory dinner. There were twenty or twenty-five of us seated or running between the kitchen and the table as we all talked about the game and the show.
Jerry turned out to be as nice a guy as Daryl had described. Adam pretended to be put-upon when he heard what Jessica had said.
“Well, I’m glad I could be useful for something,” he groused. “I’ll have you know there are many things that a history degree is good for.”
“I know. I apologize,” Daryl said. “What do you plan to do after school, Adam?”
“Teach history and coach football,” he deadpanned. “Before I run for congress.”
“You’ve got my vote,” Jerry said. “I was totally not expecting that message to come up as we were lining up for the kick. Coach had a few choice words for me in the locker room. But he also said ‘congratulations’.”
“Jerry,” I said, “I had a chance to talk to Daryl for a little while early this morning.”
“Yeah. She’s an early riser. I’m trying to get my internal clock set so I get up earlier. She’s still going to beat me by an hour or two.”
“She said you’d lived by a sort of pledge. Could you describe it for me and tell us how you came up with the idea?” I asked.
“It wasn’t my idea,” Jerry said. “I was pretty messed up when I was in high school. I was a football star and pretty much had my choice of girls throwing themselves at me. But they were all kind of disgusting after you got past their obvious physical attributes. I was really struggling and talked to my parents about what I was going through. My stepdad’s a mucky-muck and sits on half a dozen corporate boards. He was out in Seattle for a board meeting the summer between my junior and senior years, and when he came back we had a long talk. He handed me this little one-page agreement. He said it sounded like something I would be interested in. It spoke to me.”
“Did it look like this?” I asked. I handed him a copy of our agreement. Addison was sitting there with her mouth wide open.
“You got one, too?” Jerry asked. “I never even knew where it came from.”
“Brian wrote it,” Rose said. “We still live by the same basic agreement.”
“My father!” Addison said. “He tried to get me to sign a thirty-page agreement that he worked up in legalese after he read this one. He could have given me a copy of the original!”
“You’re from Seattle?” Daryl asked.
We finally figured out that it was Addy’s father’s company for which Jerry’s dad sat on the board.
I guess there’s just no way to judge how far the ripples in a pond go.
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