Chapter #14Field Goals by: Seuzz   You are of three minds on how to proceed. So instead of gorging yourself on a single dish, you decide to pick up a couple of samples—appetizers, in a word.
But maybe you've already decided to make a feast in the sports programs, for that's where you start.
* * * * *
"I'm'a gon' need one of you girls to hook up with someone on the football squad," Marc-you tells his sisters on the drive out to school the next morning. Just for the hell of it, he-you is leaning back, eyes clenched shut while steering, as Jessica-you, in the passenger seat, watches the road.
"What's this 'I'm gon' need' shit?" Eva-you asks from the back. "Who put you in charge?"
"Who's the president of this club?"
"Who says we've got a president?"
"Okay, who was the first one to join?"
Jessica-you glances over long enough to sneer. "Who was three hours late joining his sisters in the delivery room? I should be the one picking if we're going by seniority."
"Yeah, a'right. So what's your idea of a plan?"
Jessica-you glances back at her sister, who tenses. "Dalton Douglas," Jessica-you says.
"Oh God, no!"
Marc-you laughs. "Suck it up, sis! Before you have to suck it— Hey!" He-you recoils even before Eva-you punches the back of the headrest. "So what's the thinking, Jess?"
"Dalton's on the football team. And he works out at the Warehouse. So he's a two-fer."
"So's Erik," Eva-you protests.
"If you think Erik'll pay attention to you."
"You think he'd pay more attention to you?"
Marc-you chortles. "Calm down, girls. Erik wouldn't look at either of you. He's got too much respect for yours truly." He-you plucks boastfully at his shirt. "So what about you, Jess?" he-you adds after ignoring a sulfurous Fuck from the passenger side of the minivan. "Who's your target for today?"
"Who's yours?"
"Oh, come on, you have to ask? I got an easy in onto the girls' soccer team."
"That's obvious," Eva-you retorts.
"Whaddaya expect me to do, kiss the captain of the softball team instead? Make out with Gordon or Laurent? Shit. I ask you again, Jess, before I decide for you. Who. Are. You—?"
"I'm gonna play it by ear."
"Pfthbt. Try playing it by tongue inst—"
"Shit!" three voices cry out at once as the car ahead brakes to a hard stop. Three different pairs of feet stomp at where a brake should be (though only one of them connects with a brake pedal). "Oh, fuck," all three of your bodies gasp again in unison.
"Okay, new rule," Marc-you announces in a shaky voice as he-you pulls off his sunglasses. "Driver keeps his eyes on the road at all times."
* * * * *
"Hey, lover." Hannah greets you with a leer when you meet her outside her German class at the start of fourth period. "You look pink and healthy."
Marc-you blushes with pleasure all over. Even your other bodies get an echo of it.
God, she is so sexy. He can't help himself when he's around her. Last year, even, when he was still dating Veronica Miller, Marc couldn't help flirting with Hannah when they ran into each other parties. And then Ronnie moved away and Hannah moved over to Westside and it was like an avalanche just let go inside of him, carrying Marc in a landslide of lust and ardor. He chased her, he jumped in front of her, he babbled at her, he did freaking anything he could to get her to notice him.
And finally (after the longest and most tortuous four days of Marc's life) she agreed to go out with him. And now—
Marc-you grabs her by the side of the hips and pulls her close. "Just got out of practice," you groan. "I'm showered, scrubbed, scoured down to my chassis." You push your mouth up to hers. "Ready for another workout," you mumble at her.
But she turns her face away. "Come on, not here, not now."
"Yes, here, now. I got something I wanna give you."
She titters, but twists in your embrace. "Oh God, I know what you want to give me, Marc, and—"
"No you don't, come over here." You tug at her. She's a big girl—not hefty, but tall and strong—and she's planted like a deep-rooted tree. But she relents with a grimace as you pluck at her, and follows you down to the end of the wing, into the corner next to the door leading outside.
"It's in here," you improvise as you drop Marc's bag between your feet, and root around in it. "You have to close your eyes, though." You push yourself up against her, and grab her hands. "You have to close your eyes and kiss me while I ... slip it to you." You pull at her fingers.
Her eyes narrow. But she smiles and with a tiny sigh shuts her eyes. You put your lips to hers as you tuck the plastic pencil sharpener into her hands. You cover her fist with your hands, and push her lips and teeth apart with your tongue.
Then erupts from the back of your throat something long and thick and muscular, shoving itself into her mouth and down her gullet. She chokes and jerks, but you pin her against the wall and hold her there there until the worm has dissolved itself inside her.
Her gaze is blank as you step back, and you retrieve the pencil sharpener from her slack grip. You leave her there, her rigid body thawing as it relaxes into your mental grip, and heft the book bag onto your shoulders. Another blush of pleasure breaks out across your scalp as, with a soft chuckle, you kick open the door and saunter outside.
* * * * *
From the language wing you steer Marc's body to the cafeteria, where you fall into line with some of Marc's friends on the football team. You chortle and chatter with them while Eva-you huddles at the center table with the basketball and cheerleading squads, with only Cindy Vredenburg for friendship and company.
With two pairs of eyes you casually scan the cafeteria, so there's no missing it when Dalton Douglas swaggers in. You affect not to notice him as he bypasses the line, until he cuts at the head of it to take a tray and silverware. "I'm going to get another fruit cup," Eva-you tells Cindy, and you time it so that she-you cuts right in front of Dalton. "You getting a fruit cup?" you ask him.
"Huh? Nah. Hey Eva."
"Hey. Get me one?"
"Huh? Oh sure." He picks one up and hands it to you. "There you go."
"You trying to get rid of me?" You set the cup on his tray. "I wanted to talk to you. What are you doing after school?"
"What?" His eyes widen. "Oh, I 'unno. Hanging out with the guys?" His cheeks pale.
"Give me a ride home?"
Now his mouth is hanging open. "Uh ... sure."
"Or a ride out to wherever you're going?"
Now he gulps. "Oh, sure. Uh, but I don't know where, uh—"
"Doesn't matter to me, Dalton." You give him a sidelong look, almost direct in the face, for he's on the short side. "We can figure it out then."
"Okay. Uh—"
"You have football practice last period, right? I'll wait for you by the outside bleachers."
"Cool." He sounds like he's about to strangle himself on his own erection.
"It's going to be very cool," you assure him. "And thanks for the fruit cup." You've reached the end of the line by now, so after he's paid for his meal, you snatch it up and carry it back to the table.
"Was that your sister flirting with Douglas?" Cameron Huber asks Marc-you. "Fuck, I'd put a stop to that right away if I was you."
Marc-you snorts. "You can't tell Eva anything. She does whatever she wants."
* * * * *
Jessica-you lazily swirls the water in the half-empty water bottle while glaring down at the homework spread out on the library table. Marc-you is showing off at the municipal soccer fields for Hannah, kicking a ball around like it's an oversize hacky-sack. Eva-you is out at the Warehouse, looking for a chance to detach Dalton from his friends without (shudder) taking him upstairs for a roll on dirty sheets and a crusty mattress. So there's worse places for a girl to be than the school library, doing her siblings' homework.
Still ...
She-you sips from the bottle again, adding another worm in the backwash. You guide it over to be swallowed by the larger worm that's already squirming its way around the water. So distracted are you by Hannah, Dalton, and your own distaste for homework that you hardly notice it when Noah Lepley comes in and crosses over to where Marcus is doing homework at a nearby table.
But there's no missing it when he grabs Marcus by the neck and tries throwing him to the floor.
"Hey, what the fuck!" "God damn, shit for—" "Fucking—!"
They grapple and tussle, fingers probing for advantage, teeth clenching in surprise and anger. Noah is on top of Marcus, but Marcus lowers his head and throws his weight into Noah's chest, hurling him back with a shuddering blow against one of the computer work stations. Other students shout and leap up; girls scream. A couple of the guys run up to try prying the two lacrosse players apart.
But it's not until Mrs. DeWare hurries up that they break apart, rolling their shoulders and glaring at each other. The elderly librarian orders them to report to the main office. But Noah stalks over to the outside door, kicking it open and marching out; and Marcus, after jamming his books into his bag, turns away from the office when he charges out into the school hallway.
Either senior would be a worthwhile recruit to your growing collective, and likely they're last ones that Jessica-you will be able to find before having to give up in defeat for the day.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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