BLP-193  Sister's New Love
(Donna Avery)


FOREWORD

When Gail Thompson started her first semester of junior college she would have had to be classified, in current terms, as very much of a prude.

Her mother and father dealt with her strictly, enforcing and reinforcing the importance of not being promiscuous and of saving herself for the right man.

For that reason, Gail was still a virgin when she entered college, a beautiful young woman who knew very little about men, and nothing about the ways of romance.

Due to Gail's overpowering beauty she becomes sought after by young men throughout the campus. One of her prospective suitors is more persistent than the rest, football star Rex Dwyer.

Even though Gail's first impression of Rex is that he is on the crude and cocky side, there is something about his effervescent disposition that she likes.

Eventually Gail goes out with Rex and a romance blossoms. But she begins having mixed feelings about Rex since he has the reputation of being the campus wolf and, what with his football reputation, has young women flocking around him in droves.

Rex finally does something that gets Gail extremely irritated. An argument ensues, after which she ceases going with him.

After they have gone their separate ways, Gail finds herself developing designs on her brother Marvin who, at twenty, is two years her senior.

When Gail and Marvin succumb to each other's charms, problems develop in both of their lives.

Despite the fact that they are strongly attracted to each other, they realize the danger of the course of action they pursue.

Problems eventually come to a head, and when they do, brother and sister discover that decisive actions must be taken.

- The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Gail Thompson was sitting at the dinner table.

A pensive look formed on her face as she received a lecture from her father and mother.

Her brother Marvin, who at twenty was two years older than she, was out on a date, so she served the purpose of a captive audience for her parents.

"I'm telling you that a girl like you has to watch herself," Mrs. Thompson revealed to her daughter.

"I'll certainly second that motion," her father readily concurred. "After all, there are an awful lot of these young punks who think that they're God's gift to women. They think that it's their natural birthright to thrust their mammoth organs into some girl's vagina."

"You don't have to state it so crudely, Jim," Mrs. Thompson said, becoming a little flustered.

"I cleaned up the language," Jim Thompson replied. "I do have to make my point emphatically, though, and I can't figure out any other way to make it."

"I suppose that you're right about that. Maybe I was a little too quick to criticize," Mrs. Thompson nodded.

"Here's all we're trying to tell you," Jim Thompson looked at young Gail. "You're starting an entirely new phase of your life. Watkins Junior College has a lot of good people and a few bad ones, just like any other school. But since we're living very much in an age where young men are taking numerous liberties with girls, particularly appealing ones, who are very much sought after, then a girl has to be that much more cautious."

"I'll certainly agree to that," Mrs. Thompson said. "Caution is the word. After all, if a girl wants to wind up good marriage material, she'd just better resist some of these cheap thrills. Why, your father would never have thought of marrying me if I had been what is known as an easy score."

"Your mother is right," Thompson said, taking a long swallow of milk. "You see, men are inclined to lump girls into one of two categories. Either they're the kind that they'll play around with and quickly forget, or they're the type that they wouldn't think of playing around with but would think about getting serious over."

"And just see to it you remember that," Mrs. Thompson said. "I'm sure you'll be running into a lot of girls that will want to receive cheap thrills from the young men. at the school. Their are all kinds of wolves on the prowl who are seeking those thrills. Perhaps when you see that some of these girls are willing to succumb to such pressure, you'll wonder if you ought to do the same thing. After all, a lot of them will say, it's only natural to do something like that. When in Rome, do as the Romans. But if you let down your guard, then you're going to be a whole lot sorrier in the final analysis. It will be awfully tough for you to command the kind of respect that a woman needs in order to get the right man."

Gail had listened silently to every word that her parents said. She wondered if perhaps they weren't being a little overly protective.

"I certainly don't have to act like I'm in a monastery, do I?" she looked first at her father then at her mother.

"Now there's no need getting sarcastic when we're trying to help you," Jim Thompson frowned. "Listen, young lady, it's not a question of being in a monastery. Actually, we don't have any opposition to you dating young men, do we?"

"Of course we don't," Louella Thompson agreed.

"What we're concerned about is that you don't turn into one of these campus wild girls who is willing to have sex with just about any guy that wants it. Once you get into that category, once they peg you under that heading, it will be very difficult for you ever to remove yourself from it."

"Then you're saying I'll get typed."

"That you will," Jim Thompson said. "And remember that. It's a valuable lesson for you to learn, and I'd just as soon have you learn it the easy rather than the hard way."

"I feel the same way," Mrs. Thompson said. "Remember, you'll be developing contacts that can remain with you the rest of your life. If you make the right kind of contact, you'll do much better with the rest of your life. You just might meet that right man that you want to marry, but he's not going to be someone who is going to want to feel your breasts in a parking lot somewhere."

"I understand what you are both trying to say," Gail said solemnly, taking a bite from her plate. "You're just trying to tell me that I should be cautious, because if I'm not, it could cost me in the final analysis."

"That's right. The guy might be very good-looking, but if he takes you cheaply, then you've got to shrug him off. He's no good for you. And if you don't, then you're going to get the same reputation that he enjoys. If he's the kind of guy who's running after girls all the time, and you're seen with him, then that is not going to do much for your image."

The conversation ended a few minutes later.

It hurt Gail a little to have to listen to that kind of conversation, even though she had to concede that there was a lot of truth apparent in what her parents were telling her.

She was hoping that she could develop her social contacts in college. She had been a little restrained in high school, having listened to her parents a great deal, and having decided that she should not be cheap sex bait.

As a result of that fact, she was a virgin as she entered junior college.

She recognized that she was in the minority among the more attractive girls that she would be going to school with. At high school most of her friends, at the least the ones who were attractive, had had at least one sexual episode.

Since she resisted the advances of the boys, she became known as being very cold, and a lot of the young men who would have been pursuing her vigorously did not pursue her at all.

It hurt her to be in that position, particularly since she had been one of the three or four best looking girls in her entire school. But she accepted her fate, feeling that in time things would sort out very much to her advantage.

During the summer she had blossomed forth into womanhood and to an even greater extent than she had in her senior year in high school.

Every time she stood before the mirror she became that much more amazed at her bodily development. Her breasts were supple and firm, and were steadily lengthening. Her legs were lengthening as well, and they had a trimness about them that immediately made men notice them.

As for her face, it was becoming increasingly more lovely all the time. She had a radiant apple cheeked glow, and her hair was a lovely chestnut color. All in all, she recognized, she was a highly appealing young woman, and she recognized that there would be a lot of attention for her affections once school started.

When she entered Watkins for the first day of classes, she felt a little conspicuous as she saw a lot of strange young men eyeing her.

Even though some of her friends from high school were attending Watkins, she observed a lot of totally unfamiliar faces there as well.

Her first course was an introductory psychology class, and she was one of the first students to enter the classroom.

She picked out a seat in the middle of the class, positioning herself near the window.

The class began to fill up. She didn't recognize even one of the students.

Just as class was about to begin, a husky, broad-shouldered young man with long dark brown hair entered the classroom and sat next to her.

"This class should be a drag," he looked at her and whispered.

"What makes you say so?" she asked.

"I've heard a lot about this instructor. He's anything but inspiring."

"But the material should be interesting."

"Maybe for you."

"If you don't think it will be interesting, then why are you taking it?"

"Hell, it's an elective, and I want to stay eligible for football. I figured it was an easy way to pick up a passing grade, since I understand that the instructor, even if he's dull, at least passes anybody and everybody."

"That's really not much motivation for entering class."

"Maybe not, but it will have to do anyway," the young man grinned.

"I hope you're here to do more than just to play football."

"That's my big reason," he laughed.

"You're here just mainly to play football?" she looked at the young man suspiciously.

"Of course. Why should that startle you?"

"Because I thought that it was a person's main responsibility to go to college to receive an education."

"Maybe if a person is all that educationally inclined. As for me, I'm primarily a football player, and if I can't make All League this year, then I'll probably win me a big scholarship to one of the choice schools."

"But what difference will it make if you're not going to school to get an education?"

"Very simple. At a good school I'll have a chance to excel some more. Then that means I've got a shot at making it in pro football, and that's what I really want."

"I see."

"You don't really like my attitude, do you?"

"How can you tell?"

"It just comes in loud and clear," he laughed. "Oops, here comes our benevolent instructor, Mr. Johnson."

"I'll see if he's as bad as your friend says he is."

"He's probably worse," the young man chuckled.

The instructor, Mr. Johnson, launched into his lecture. He waved his thin arms every now and then to emphasize a point, and whenever he paused, he would run the fingers of his right hand through his shock of white hair.

Gail Thompson, determined to do her very best as a student, took notes conscientiously on everything that the instructor said. On one occasion, when the instructor had taken a long pause, she looked over in the direction of the young man next to her.

She was taken by surprise to observe that he was making some notations in his book. It surprised her, in that she had not expected him to pursue that diligent a course of action, based on his statements to her.

A second look, however, revealed that the diligence was nothing more than an optical illusion on her part. She quickly observed that, instead of taking notes in the manner that she was, the young man was doodling in his notebook. Cartoon figures surfaced by the score as he kept on with his persistent doodling during the course of the lecture.

The hour session finally came to an end. The instructor left the lectern, walking toward the door. He stopped in the doorway as several students walked up to ask him questions concerning the lecture he had just delivered.

"What did you think of him?" the young man asked Gail as they got up from their desks.

"I thought it was rather interesting."

"I thought it was as dull as dishwater," he laughed.

"I'm sorry you felt that way."

"Whatever," he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll pass the course, and that's really all I care."

As Gail walked toward the door, the young man kept pace with her.

"By the way, my name's Rex Dwyer," he said. "What's yours?"

"Gail Thompson."

"Nice knowing you, Gail."

"Same here."

Now they were walking in the school yard. "I'll tell you what. How about you letting me buy you a cup of coffee?" Rex suggested with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but I've got a history class."

"Right now?"

"That's right."

"Sorry about that. Maybe some other time."

"Maybe so," she said unenthusiastically.

As Gail moved toward the entrance of the classroom for her second class, she observed an old high school friend, Emily Glazer, standing in the doorway.

"Hello there," Emily caught her eye.

"Why, hi Emily. How have you been?"

"Just fine. How was your summer?"

"Very good. How about yours?"

"Very enjoyable. I worked, but it was a very fascinating job. I worked in a lawyer's office."

"Sounds interesting."

"It was. Are you in this class?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good. Then I've got a friend. Say, when did you meet Rex Dwyer?"

"Oh, he's in my first period class."

"You lucky girl. And he's talking to you no less."

"He invited me to have coffee with him," Gail said calmly as they walked together into the classroom.

"No kidding," Emily smiled.

"Why, is that some kind of a big deal?"

"He's very cute. He also happens to be captain of the football team."

"That doesn't mean all that much to me."

"You're sounding very silly. You're a beautiful girl and he's probably attracted to you."

"So what if he is?"

"So don't you like him even a little bit?"

"I find him a little on the dull side."

"Rex Dwyer dull?"

"I kind of thought so."

"What would ever make you say that?"

"He just sits there during class and doodles."

"Don't hold that against him."

"I'm trying not to hold anything against him. You just asked me for my impressions of him, and I gave them to you."

"I see. Well, you just might wind up changing your mind about him."

"I don't know. Don't expect it."

Emily shook her head. She realized that there was no need in discussing the matter any further.


CHAPTER TWO

As Gail Thompson got out of her car and walked to her first class two days later, she found herself anticipating with keen interest a second meeting with young Rex Dwyer.

She thought about what her friend Emily had said. As that time she had thought no more of Rex than that he was something on the boring side, a college athlete who was concerned mainly about participating in sports and anything but keen on classroom activity.

As she sat down in the same seat she had occupied during the first class meeting, she wondered about Rex and how he would react to her.

As she awaited the start of the class and hopefully Rex's appearance, she was trying to put her desires into perspective. She kept wondering just what it was about this young man that appealed to her. Perhaps it was his good looks, but she frankly thought that something else lay at the root of her feelings. Perhaps it was his casual attitude. She tended to be serious-minded, and maybe it was the contrast that he afforded.

The instructor, Mr. Johnson, entered the classroom. He opened his briefcase and placed his notes on his lectern.

As class got ready to begin, a feeling of disappointment surfaced inside young Gail. She thought that perhaps Rex would not be there. Then another thought gripped her. Some of the students that she knew, had dropped classes and switched to others during the first week of school, particularly the first couple of days. Could it be that Rex found Mr. Johnson so uninspiring as a lecturer that he dropped the class?

Just as Mr. Johnson was preparing to begin, Rex Dwyer rushed into the class, taking the chair next to Gail. She tried to hold back the spark of enthusiasm that she felt when she saw him. "Hello," he whispered as he sat down.

"Good morning," Gail said stiffly.

"I guess it's time for me to do some more of my doodling," Rex chuckled.

"Maybe it would do you some good to listen to the lecture instead."

"I couldn't hold out that long. I'd get too damned bored. No, I think I'm better off just sticking to my doodling. At least that way I'm able to stay awake."

Gail once more faithfully took notes during the entire hour, while Rex occupied himself with his doodling. She looked over in. his direction several times and had to admit that the doodling did look colorful. He apparently had some talent as an artist.

The class ended and they walked out together. "Listen, you've got a class right now, right?" Rex asked once they got outside.

"That's right. A history class."

"I know, that's what you mentioned the other day. Listen, do you have any classes between twelve and one?"

"No. I have a break then for lunch. My last class is between one and two."

"That's great. Then how would you like to meet me in the cafeteria for lunch at noon?"

"Gosh, I don't know if I can," she decided to play a little hard to get.

She thought about what her parents had said to her. Even if she was attracted to this young man, she couldn't appear to be too anxious. She did not want to be taken cheaply by him.

"What's the problem?"

"Let's see what I've got on tap for today." She paused momentarily, then said: "Well, I suppose that it would be o.k. I guess that I could meet you then."

"I'm real happy to hear that. So I'll see you in the cafeteria at noon."

"Alright, goodbye."

"Goodbye for now. See you later," Rex said. She whipped through her morning classes with enthusiasm, then walked to the cafeteria, where Rex was already sipping a Coke as he sat at a table waiting for her.

"Let's eat," he smiled as he saw her. "I'm absolutely starved."

"I'm kind of hungry myself."

They got up and picked up trays, on which they placed food.

Rex stood in line, paying for their food. Then they sat back down and concentrated on their respective meals.

Not a great deal was said during lunch, but once they finished, Rex decided to open up some conversation.

"You know, Gail, you are a very lovely girl," he said.

"Thank you," she said shyly.

"You know, I drive a new Mustang. It's a shiny yellow color. I'd like to take you out for a ride in it some time."

"That would be fine," she said.

"As a matter-of-fact, how'd you like to go to see a movie with me tonight?"

"What kind of movie?"

"Well, there's a good adventure yam playing with John Wayne not far from here."

"What theater is that?"

"A drive-in."

A chill rushed through Gail. It would have been exciting for her to attend the drive-in with him, but the longer she thought about what her parents had told her about not letting a young man take advantage of her, the more she realized that she just couldn't allow herself to go there with him.

"No drive-ins, please," she said.

"What have you got against drive-ins?"

"I'm a pretty strict girl."

Rex burst into laughter.

"That's the first time I've heard a girl talk like that on this campus."

"Maybe I'm not like everybody else."

"Perhaps that's why I like you. Because you're different from the other girls I know."

"How's that?"

"Oh, most of them are more outward going. You're kind of stiff, kind of formal. I mean, I'm , not saying that in any way to knock you."

"I won't take it as a knock. Besides, I've been told that before by boys."

"Sure, they can spot that in you. But that's o.k. We don't need to go to a drive-in. There's a Clint Eastwood picture playing at another theater, an indoor theater."

"I know. That's not far from where I live."

"Then would you go to see the movie with me tonight? I mean, I could pick you up around seven. I have football practice until about five. That would give me enough time to go to my apartment and fix myself a meal."

"What about your studying?"

"That can take care of itself," he laughed quickly.

"That sounds like you, Rex."

"I guess it does. Well, I get A's on the football field anyway."

"I suppose you do. I've heard you're very good."

"You've never seen me play?"

"No, I haven't."

"Don't you like football?"

"A lot of the girls I went to high school with did. As for me, I spent most of my time studying."

"You really are a rare bird," he chuckled. "Maybe I am."

"So, how about it? Can I pick you up at seven tonight?"

"Provided that you'll bring me home right after the movie."

"O.K., O.K.," he laughed. "It sounds like you don't trust me a whole lot."

"I don't trust any man a whole lot until I get to know them. And I really don't know you yet."

"You're really a riot," he grinned. "O.K., then have it your way. I'll pick you up at seven. The movie starts around eight, I guess. Then I'll have you home right after that."

"O.K., then it's a deal. And thank you for the lunch."

"You're welcome."

Gail got up from the table.

Rex watched her walk away. He had mixed feelings pertaining to this girl. In a way he didn't like the fact that she was insisting on not attending the drive-in. But, on the other hand, he found her a little fascinating since most of the girls that he knew were well aware of his reputation on the football field and were more than happy to accommodate him in every conceivable way.

As he watched her disappear out the front door, he observed the way that her hips and ankles were put together. She had a beautiful body, and just looking at her made his penis stiffen noticeably.

He had to admit that he wanted this young woman more than any of the others that he had met in school. Most of them had put out with very little resistance, almost immediately. He knew that Gail Thompson would be different, but he was willing to accept the challenge. If she wanted to be convinced first, then he would hang around long enough to observe her two curious parents peering out the front window.

She got a good look at Rex's beautiful yellow Mustang. She climbed in the front seat with him.

"Say, you really look great," Rex grinned. "I really like that skirt you're wearing. It's not as bold as some of the other girls are wearing at school, but it sure as hell gets the point across."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that it really shows off every curve to good advantage."

Gail said nothing, looking straight ahead as he started up the car and drove toward the theater.

During the film, Rex decided that it would be smart to remain on his best behavior. He could see that Gail was a little bit nervous about being there with him. Apparently she had heard something about his wolfish reputation at school he concluded, so he decided that the smart thing to do was not to push too far too fast. He would let things build a little before he made a move. The film ended.

"How'd you like it?" he smiled as the lights went on.

"I liked it very much. Particularly the ending."

"That was good."

"Thank you for taking me."

"You're welcome."

They walked back to the car.

Rex was not used to having to proceed this slowly with girls. He could hardly hold back the enthusiasm that was flooding his body and spirit. She was beautifully built, and had a beautiful face on top of that. He desired to strip her, to remove her clothes from her and have sex with her. But he knew that, if he ever attempted to go that far that evening he would be unsuccessful.

They got back in the car and he noticed just how hot he was for her. His penis was bulging noticeably inside his trousers. It made him very eager all the way around for closer acquaintanceship.

He decided to try something a little out of the ordinary. He started up the car and drove into the suburb. He drove along a highway near a lake.

"Why are we headed in this direction?" Gail asked. "I don't live out here."

"I know where you live," Rex nodded. "I just thought you might enjoy a nice drive before going home. After all, it is a beautiful fall evening and it's still pretty early."

"I hope you're not thinking of trying anything," she looked at him skeptically.

"You know, I really don't like the way you're acting. You act so distrustful of me," Rex said, provide the convincing. He felt that in time he could accomplish that objective.

In the meantime, he was laying the groundwork. The movie that evening would afford him a step in that direction.

He bought himself another Coke and sat back down, sipping it and reflecting on what would happen that evening.


CHAPTER THREE

"I just want to give you one warning, young lady," Jim Thompson said as his daughter excused herself from the dinner table. "I know quite a bit about football players. Very often they're spoiled youngsters whose heads are bloated out of proportion to the rest of their bodies because of the attention they receive on campus and in the newspapers for their football playing abilities. Just be careful of this young guy."

"I must agree," Mrs. Thompson nodded. "If he tries to get fresh, then you just tell him where to get off. Don't you let him take any liberties with you."

"You listen to your mother," Mr. Thompson said.

"I'll be careful," Gail said.

A few minutes later Gail heard the honking of a horn.

"Goodness sakes, he's not even coming up here to meet us," Jim Thompson frowned.

"Goodnight, see you later," Gail said, as she rushed out the door.

She walked briskly down the sidewalk, turn displaying the fact that he was miffed. "I think that it would be much better if you would display a little trust toward me. No guy likes to be treated this way."

She thought about what he had said. Maybe she was pushing a little harder than she needed to.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Maybe I am a bit overcautious."

"That's o.k. I didn't mean to get uptight. It's just that I like you, and I wish you could relax a little around me."

"I'll do my best," she chuckled.

"See that you do."

He drove to a strip of land near the lake, then pulled his car off of the highway and into the darkness. Now the only light in the vicinity was the moon which rested high overhead.

"Why did you stop here?" Gail asked.

"This is one of my favorite spots of scenery in the whole area. I hope you don't mind if I get out and just look at the lake. Better yet, why don't you get out too? You'll enjoy it."

"Alright," she said. "I'm a nature lover myself."

"Then we have that in common."

He opened the door on her side, then took her by the hand. They walked toward the lake.

He stood looking toward the water, then dramatically shifted his eyes toward her.

"You know, the lake never looked quite this beautiful before," he said softly. "Maybe that's because I wasn't here with you before."

"Maybe we'd better get back to the car," she said nervously.

"No, wait just a second."

The muscular football player suddenly decided to make a move. There was a big lump in his throat. The excitement was overpowering him as he reached out and grabbed hold of Gail. He pulled her toward him and delivered a long kiss to her lips.

At first her body stiffened and she attempted to fight him off. But soon her resistance gave way, and she was kissing him back.

He finally broke the long kiss.

"That's what I think of you," he said.

"I really must be getting home now. My folks will be worried."

"Forget about them for just a few more seconds."

Once more his head pushed forward. Again his hot red lips plunged against hers.

The lips remained frozen together for; several long seconds. Again he released his lips from hers.

"I really love kissing you," he said.

"I like it too."

"You don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that. I was getting to the point where I felt like a lump of furniture."

"Don't say that."

"I couldn't help but feel that way. I guess we can go now."

This time he threw his right arm around her shoulders, guiding her step by step as they walked back to the car.

A few minutes later he pulled the Mustang to a stop at the curb in front of her house.

"I had a wonderful time," she smiled.

"That's great. Let's do it again soon."

He reached forward once more and delivered another kiss to her lips.

The lips remained pressed together for several long seconds, after which he released his grip on them.

"Goodnight," he said.

"Yes, goodnight," she said softly.

She got out of the car and walked in a semi-daze back to the house.

She felt hot all over, particularly between her legs. She had never experienced a fueling quite like it before. She had become excited on occasions with several boys she had dated in high school, and once, after a series of kisses, she had been forced to use every ounce of restraint to stop short of having sex. But this time she was bubbling over with sexual excitement.

She entered the house. Her father was watching a television program. Her mother, on the other hand, was already in bed.

"Did you have a good time?" the father asked. "Yes, I did."

"Did he conduct himself like a gentleman?"

"He really did."

"That's good."

"Goodnight, Father."

"Goodnight, darling."

She walked upstairs. Just as she was set to enter her bedroom, she observed her brother Marvin, clad only in his pajama bottoms, opening the door of his room and walking toward the bathroom.

"Good evening, Sis," he smiled.

"Hello, Marvin."

"How was the date tonight?"

"Very nice."

"That Rex Dwyer's quite a guy, from what I hear. I know one thing. He sure is a terror on the football field. He's as good a quarterback as I've ever seen."

"You've seen him play?"

"Quite a few times. He's quite an athlete."

"I've heard he is. Well, see you in the morning."

"Right."

"Did you have a date?" she asked as an afterthought.

"I sure did. Don't I every night?" he laughed.

"Just about."

She closed the door of her room, getting out of her skirt and blouse and putting on her pajamas.

As she turned off the light and climbed into bed, she found herself getting extremely excited. She just couldn't put handsome young Rex Dwyer out of her mind.

As she awakened the next morning, she wondered when and if he would ask her to go out again. She was reasonably certain that she had made an impression, unless he had gotten turned off by the fact that she wouldn't go further with him.

She did not see Rex again until they met in class. After the session ended, he spoke with her for a few minutes outside her next classroom.

"Listen, Gail, how'd you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked.

"Well, I guess I could make it," she did her best to fight off the enthusiasm she felt.

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty."

"That will be fine."

"See you then," he :ked away.

Gail's friend Emily observed the whole thing. "I sure envy you," she laughed. "I can tell that he likes you."

"What makes you say that?"

"There's a certain little sparkle there in his eyes."

"Do you really think so?" Gail's eyes lit up.

"I really do. But I thought you told me that you didn't really like him."

"Well, a girl has a right to change her mind, doesn't she?"

"I suppose she does," Emily laughed.

Gail could hardly wait for the rest of the day to pass. She waited for Rex to pick her up at seven-thirty.

He took her to a favorite hang-out for the young set. A number of the young people eating dinner at the restaurant called out to Rex and spoke with him. He introduced a few of them to Gail.

"I guess I'm pretty fortunate to be having "dinner with a celebrity," Gail smiled.

"Now, no need to over-do it," he laughed. "But there is one favor I'd like to ask of you."

"And what is that?"

"I wish you would watch me play this Saturday night. There's a big game at school then."

"I'd like that. Maybe you could teach me a little something about football."

"I'll tell you what. You come to the game, then we'll have something to eat afterwards. I'll answer any questions you might have about football then."

"It's a deal," she laughed.

"Good."

They finished the meal, after which they got back into the car.

"Where are we headed?" Gail asked him.

"I thought I'd drive you by my apartment for a few minutes," he explained. "I just wanted to show you some of my trophies and team pictures. Maybe it will get you into more of the mood for football."

"O.K.," she said.

Feelings of tension surfaced inside her body.

She knew that the visit to his apartment could very well be a prelude to sexual involvement. She wondered just how far he would attempt to go. But, more importantly, she wondered just how she would react in the event that he made a fervent pitch for her.

Every time that she was with him she learned to like him that much more. And now the ripples of enthusiasm were surging through her as they drove towards his apartment.

She had no idea where it would all end.


CHAPTER FOUR

Rex maintained a small but neat apartment just two blocks from the campus.

He took great pride in showing her all of his various trophies and souvenirs of his football career. He then opened up his scrapbook, showing her all of the clippings that he had saved.

"You have something to be very proud of there, Rex," she told him sincerely.

"Yes, I guess so. But right now I'm more interested in you."

He leaned over and delivered a tender kiss to her left cheek.

"I'll tell you what, how about us having something cold to drink?" he said.

"I am a little thirsty."

"Then let's go into the living room."

While Gail sat on the sofa, Rex walked into the kitchen. He took out two cans of cold beer.

"Hope you don't mind having a beer," he called out to her in the other room.

"I'm not much on drinking. Not much at all."

"Come on and be a sport."

"I tried to get through a beer at one time. My brother gave it to me. I couldn't take any more than a few sips."

"Try it again. You might learn to like it."

"Alright, to make you happy, I will."

"That's better."

He opened the cans of beer, pouring the contents into two glasses. He took the glasses out to the living room, handing one of them to Gail. He sat down next to her on the sofa. He made it a point not to sit too close. He didn't want to frighten her off.

"Here's to your health," he smiled, picking up his glass and raising it in a toast.

"Thank you."

Gail took a long sip from the glass. She made a face.

"You don't like it?"

"It's bitter."

"Keep drinking. Finish off the glass. The more of it you drink, the better you'll learn to like it."

Somehow she managed to get through the glass of beer. She felt a little light headed once she finished.

The next thing she knew, Rex was edging ever closer to her on the sofa.

Now he was sitting no more than a few inches away. He leaned forward and began pecking her left cheek. He kissed her several times in rapid succession, throwing his right arm around her waist in the process.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. "Oh, yes it does."

"That's good."

He kept up the pace. He could tell from the manner in which her body was shaking that she was getting good and excited, "Oh, honey, what you do to me," he whispered. Now he was reaching inside her blouse. She did not even resist as he put his fingers to work against her naked breasts.

"What breasts you've got," he sighed. "If you only knew how long I've been waiting to touch them."

"How long?"

"That first day in class."

"From then?"

"That's right. I've wanted to touch them since then."

Now his fingers were working their way skillfully against her nipples. He was prying his fingers against her nipples. The longer he kept up the pace, the faster he went. Now he was utilizing some of his fingers over her left nipple and the fingers of his other hand over her right.

She gasped and sighed as he kept on letting those fingers go to work.

"Oh, honey, I can't take much more of this," he said. "I've got to get your clothes off."

"We'd better not go that far," she gasped.

"And why the hell not? We love each other."

"It just isn't right. I don't know you that well."

"Get out of the Dark Ages, honey. You're a groovy girl of the nineteen-seventies, and don't forget it. Don't use those shopworn old cliches. Now when a guy and a gal really feel something for each other, they're not afraid to show it. There's no set time period. When that time bomb goes off inside two people, that's it, baby. And it's going off in both of us right now. And don't you forget it."

Her body was twitching as he reached out and began pulling on her blouse. He tugged at it and undid the buttons, removing it from her.

"Oh, you look so good now that I can see some more skin," he said. "It's just like ivory, so soft and light. I really love to touch it."

Now he reached the fingers of both hands inside her bra once more. Again he let those fingers roam her breasts ever so eagerly.

"Do you like the kind of motion I'm giving you?"

"Oh yes, do I ever love it."

"That's good. I'm going to keep it up until I get you real excited."

"I already am."

"Then I'm going to get you even more excited."

"Oh, I'm tingling all over. You touching me like that causes me to tingle."

"That's good. I love making you tingle."

"Ah, keep that up. Don't stop."

"Now that's the kind of encouragement I like. Now you're acting smart. No more of this uptight stuff. We're just two people getting excited."

The fingers continued to work over her breasts. The longer that he kept up the tempo, the faster that his heart began to pound.

Suddenly he removed his fingers from her breasts. He worked them downward toward her skirt.

"O.K., baby, let's get down on the rug," he exclaimed.

"Why?"

"It will be easier for me to take off the rest of your clothing."

"Alright," she resigned herself to whatever would follow.

His fingers guided her body downward toward the rug. With a diving motion he unzipped her skirt, and then tugged downward at it.

"I can hardly wait to see more of those beautiful legs," he said. "You're built better than anybody I know. Better than any of the girls I've dated."

It made her feel wonderful to know that he thought that much of her.

Once he removed her skirt, he moved his fingers back up toward her bra.

"I've got to see those breasts totally exposed," he said.

His fingers went to work fervently. Soon he had completely undid her bra, tossing it to the floor.

He buried his tongue against her right breast, which he went to work on with great vigor.

As his tongue continued to make blindingly rapid contact with her breast and nipple, her body shook dramatically.

"Oh, it's so exciting, it's so exciting what you're doing to me," she said. "Whatever you do, don't stop, don't slow up one bit, keep that tongue going, honey, keep it going, I really love what you're doing to me."

Once he succeeded in receiving more than his share of thrills from licking her right breast, he moved his tongue over to her left, repeating the process.

Back and forth that tongue whirled, causing her to gasp and splutter from ail the activity that he was putting forth.

"Oh, baby, you're too much for me," she said. "I've never felt this way before. This is just too much."

She felt the burning urges down there between her legs and now she was beginning to sweat. Her body was a-tremble with passionate enthusiasm from all his licking efforts.

He kept up those sweeping tongue movements until he decided that it was time to complete the act of undressing her.

His hands moved swiftly downward toward her panties. It made him feel great to reach up and grab hold of the silky garment.

"Now I'm going to see that beautiful pussy of yours," he looked at her and smiled.

Before he went into the final stage of the undressing, he leaned forward and kissed her lips. While she continued to pant and gasp, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

; Back and forth those tongues twirled with great enthusiasm. Her body lifted upward slightly from the rug as she exchanged passionate tongue thrusts with him.

He finally released his tongue from her mouth. His fingers then went back to work on her panties. He began pulling them down with great determination, "Oh, you're almost there, almost naked, almost totally nude for me," he said. "Just brace yourself, baby, just brace yourself for the action that will follow. I'm going to give you thrills like you've never had before."

"I've got news for you. You already have."

"Maybe so, but this is still the beginning."

"Then I can't imagine what the climax will be like."

"I can," he laughed. "Just hang in there. Just get ready for lots of thrills. Your body will have lots of them to absorb."

"Oh, that will be wonderful, that will be so great."

Slowly but surely he continued to pull the panties down her legs.

He wanted to do it slowly so the impact of the moment would sink in to the fullest extent possible.

He removed the panties from her legs. He tossed them away, then observed her mound.

"You've got a beautiful mound," he told her. "I think I'll touch it."

He knew just the way to get her excited. The fingertips of his right hand went to work down there between her legs. Those fingertips made immediate contact with her clitoris.

"Oh, oh, I can't stand it," she gasped, her body trembling faster than ever. "Oh, what a feeling, what a wonderful feeling."

"I told you things would get better."

"I'm burning up all over. I'm burning up down there between my legs."

"I'm giving you a nice little massage."

"I can't believe it. I can't believe that anything could feel as good."

"I can," he laughed.

The longer he kept it up, the faster he. put his fingers to work. She kept on gasping and sighing, something that he regarded as a very good sign.

Finally he released his fingers from her mound. "So you really like that?" he smiled knowingly.

"Yes. I couldn't believe the excitement I felt."

"I can believe it."

"Of course, you're so much more experienced at things like this than I am."

"I guess you're right there."

He let his fingers pry once more against her breasts. Her body began to sway from side to side. He looked down there between her legs at her mound, and it made him all the more eager for sexual excitement.

"Now you're really worked up," he laughed. "You got me that way."

"Then my strategy has been successful."

"Oh, you just excite me no end."

"That's good."

He worked his fingers around her breasts for several minutes, then worked the right hand back down toward her mound again.

Once more his fingers went to work on her pussy. The longer that they applied themselves, the greater the degree of excitement that reeled through her entire body.

Now the fingers were moving at such a rapid clip that she could no longer hold back the devastating enthusiasm she felt.

He felt the moistness beginning to generate from her mound.

"You're really getting wet down there," he said triumphantly.

"I know. You're making me that way."

"That's good. Get a little moister."

"Oh, darling, what you're doing to me."

"Isn't it fun?"

"Ecstasy is more like it."

"I suppose it is," he chuckled.

While the fingers of his right hand continued to apply themselves diligently to her mound, his head reached forward and he delivered a lengthy kiss to her lips.

Now those lips were once more locked together. And as they were, he kept on applying those fingers to her mound.

His heart was beating thunderously, and his penis was as hard as a rock.

His cock danced against his shorts as he kept on with his activities.

He was gradually getting her to the point where he wanted her, that at which he would exercise his hot penis inside her.


CHAPTER FIVE

"Honey, I'm going to make this the greatest experience of your life," a determined Rex Dwyer said as he ran his fingers over her breasts.

"Oh, I'm just trembling with excitement, give it to me, baby. I'm in your hands completely. Do whatever you like to make me happy."

"That's the spirit of determination that I love to hear."

Now the fingers of his right hand were manipulating over her clitoris once more.

As he toyed with her moist mound, he sank his tongue forward and let it go to work on her left breast.

She was inspired by the double action she was receiving, and now her body was moving back and forth at a speedy clip from the licking that he was supplying.

"Keep that up, darling, keep it up," Rex was told. "Keep licking my breast, keep playing with my mound. Oh, it's great, I love the way you're moving those fingers around."

He knew that she would be ready to explode within a short period of time. As for him, Rex was just about there himself. That hard throbbing erection was getting him hotter every second.

He finally released his tongue from her breast.

"Brace yourself, baby, because the best is yet to come," he told her.

She watched as he reached down with his right hand and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard rod.

Her eyes fastened on it with a sense of hypnotic mystery. It was a beautiful penis, erect and ready for immediate activity.

"You like the look of this?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, it looks beautiful."

"That's good. I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm going to be shoving it inside you."

His proclamation made her a little bit fearful. After all, she had never gone that far with a man before. But this was different. She felt a lot stronger for Rex than she had ever felt for anyone.

Now he was leaning forward, getting ready to shove his penis inside her.

"Get set honey, because I'm going to ram this big thing inside you," he said. "Don't get scared by any of it. You haven't had this before, have you?"

"No, not ever.

"I thought that it was a new experience. Don't get intimidated. It will hurt for a little while, but then it will be nothing but joy. Just hang in there."

"I'll do whatever you say."

"That's a good girl."

"Give it to me, baby."

"Hang on, just wait, baby, because you're really going to get a series of thrills."

Now he was thrusting that penis of his forward. He let it enter inside her.

"Ouch," she called out loudly.

"It will hurt a little bit, but then it will be nothing but pure, unadulterated joy. Don't let this affect you, baby, things are going to get better, I guarantee you that they are."

Now he was slipping that penis in there, letting it push higher and harder inside her mound.

"Damned, but you're tight," he said. "Just the kind of girl I love to fuck. You've got a beautiful body and a nice tight mound. Of course, it's never been fucked before, and that makes it all the tighter."

Her body twisted back and forth painfully. She had a pained expression on her face and it was Rex's fervent desire to take that pained expression off of her face and replace it with one of pure joy.

"Hang in there, baby, it's going to get better," he repeated. "Oh, is this ever wonderful, is it ever great slamming it into your mound."

He reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of her asscheeks. As his fingers cupped her buttocks resolutely, the fervent movements he put forward became all the more rapid and intense.

"Oh, this is really great, really great," he said. "Just wait, honey, just wait for the explosion. Just wait until I explode inside that mound of yours."

Soon the pained expression left her face. Now she was beginning to pick up the tempo of the screw. Her hips were gyrating back and forth with great anticipation as he continued to stab her with great zeal.

"Isn't that better now?" he asked.

"Oh yes, yes. It's just great the way you're stabbing me."

"I figured you'd like that. I knew that it would take just a little bit of time. O.K., honey, brace yourself, because I'll be exploding inside there pretty soon."

"Keep doing it. Don't let up for one second."

"I won't. I have no intention of letting up one bit."

"Oh, that's great. That's really great."

Back and forth he continued to glide that penis around inside her mound. He was pushing forward with great determination, eager to explode those hot juices of his inside her.

They were stored up and ready to go. And every time that he stabbed her, he could feel himself pushing that much closer to the big moment of ecstasy.

The itch was becoming overpowering now, as he kept on thrusting that swollen organ into her, driving and stabbing with relentless joy inside her mound.

"Fuck me, darling, fuck me," Gail called. "Oh, keep up those movements, don't let up for one second, oh, it's so great, it's so great to see that cock of yours in such good form."

Rex was pleased by the fact that she was so hot that she was talking dirty talk.

He kept on pushing that penis forward into her. He decided that it would be a good idea to get some extra action going on the side, so he pointed his lips forward.

His lips met hers as he continued to energetically stab inside her mound.

After a series of lip kisses, he worked his tongue eagerly inside her mouth. Back and forth .the tongues splashed with great determination as he kept on driving that penis of his inside her.

Now they were both reduced to a series of pants and groans as they pushed their way toward climaxes.

Rex could tell from the way that her body was twisting and turning that it wouldn't be long before she exploded as well. He could see a simultaneous orgasm coming, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.

He finally removed his tongue from her mouth, concentrating his action on the vigorous penis thrusts and the finger movements over her breasts.

"I'm racing toward climax," he sighed. "I hope you're ready, baby, because I'm just about to shoot."

"Oh yes, oh yes," she said. "I can't keep going much longer."

"Neither can I."

His fingers kept on toying with her breasts, and now he was panting more eagerly than ever.

"I'm there, I'm there," he finally announced.

He heaved a loud and lengthy sigh as the white juice spurted out of the end of his lengthy spear and into her mound.

With great excitement he watched the sea of jissum spurting out from the end of his rod and into her mound.

But as the final few droplets were shooting out of the end of his rod, she heaved a sigh of her own.

"Oh, oh, what a wonderful feeling," she said.

The female juices shot out of her, leaving her with a great feeling of relief and satisfaction.

She looked down at her mound after it was all over and observed the blood.

"Look at that blood," she said.

"Yes, I broke your cherry. Well, it had to happen sometime."

"Yes, it did."

"I'm honored that I was the guy to do it."

"Maybe it's because I was feeling a lot more strongly toward you than anybody else. I wouldn't like just anybody to do it."

"I know you wouldn't. That's what made it an honor."

At that point he reached forward and kissed her lips passionately.

After the sex was over, Rex and Gail sat and talked. Rex then prepared some coffee, which they eagerly devoured.

"Well, I guess I'd better get going," Gail finally said. "If I get home much later my parents are going to be suspicious."

"I wouldn't want to engender any suspicion," . he laughed.

"No, that wouldn't be a good idea at all."

A few minutes later she was home.

"Thanks, darling, for a great time," he put a hand on her leg affectionately as she moved to ward the door.

"Goodnight, darling."

She walked into the house, feeling very much in the clouds. She had felt tense for a long time, wondering just what it would be like to go all the way with a man. Now that she had done that very thing, it made her feel a whole lot more relaxed.

Her father and mother were watching television as she walked into the living room.

"How was the date?" her mother asked.

"Very nice, thank you."

"I hope this guy isn't taking advantage of you," Mr. Thompson looked at her with concern.

"Not at all. A beautiful relationship."

"Just see to it that it's a safe and beautiful relationship," Mr. Thompson said.

"I will," she nodded.

She walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom.

She had no sooner gotten into her pajamas than her brother arrived home.

He knocked at her bedroom door.

"Can I come in, Sis?" he asked.

"Yes."

Marvin entered the room with a big grin on his face.

"You know, I really had a great time tonight," he said. "Would it bother you to know that I had sex?"

"I'm not that naive, Marvin. I knew that you had done plenty of things with girls."

"Wise girl," he laughed. "Say, you've been going with Rex Dwyer now for a little while."

"Two dates, anyway."

"Yes, that's what I wanted to mention to you. I've heard that guy is a real stud. You really turned somebody on there."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You can level with me. How about it, have you done anything with him?"

"That's a helluva question to ask."

"Look, Sis, we've leveled with each other before. You know, I happen to think that Mom and Dad are both old-fashioned on the subject of sex. They've got a Dark Ages attitude."

"That's exactly what Rex said."

"Of course he'd say that, and furthermore he's right. So I was wondering. Did you wise up and actually have some sex with him?"

"It's so funny that you asked that," she sighed. "What prompted the question?"

"I just know what the guy's like. I don't know him that well myself, except for having exchanged a few words with him a few times at parties. But I know he really digs sex, and if a girl just isn't going to put out, he's not going to be associating with her for long. So if you're playing games with him and leading him on just so far, you'd better forget it."

"O.K., I'll tell you the truth," she said. "I did have sex with him tonight."

"I'm not that surprised. You know, I've been telling Mom and Dad that Rex is a real restrained guy. You know, he's on a religious kick and all that. That's why they haven't been more skeptical."

"I kind of wondered about that. Because Dad said he was kind of skeptical about football players in the first place."

"I know he was, but I talked him out of it. At least for the time being."

"Thank you for doing that."

"Don't mention it. That's what brothers and sisters are for, you know. We can help each other out quite a bit. Maybe some time you'll be in the position where you can help me. Of course, Mom and Died have kind of given up on me. They've accepted the fact that I'm the black sheep in the family."

"I think they're wrong. You're just a guy who's a little unsettled, but you'll straighten out in time."

"Heaven help me from straightening out in that way," he laughed. "I'm having too much fun doing what I want to do."

"I guess I'd better go to sleep now."

"Yeah, I'd better go to bed myself."

Marvin Thompson left the room and Gail shook her head.

Not only had she been entered for the first time by a young man that night, she had even shared her secret with her brother.


CHAPTER SIX

Saturday evening arrived, and with it the football game that Rex was so eager for Gail to see.

She drove to the game in her own car, parking in the lot then entering the stadium.

She looked around to locate some familiar faces. Her eyes finally focused on the Watkins rooting section.

"Gail, over here," she heard a familiar voice call out.

She looked up into the stands and observed her smiling friend Emily who was waving to her.

To her great surprise, Emily was sitting next to her brother Marvin. She hadn't been aware of the fact that Marvin was dating Emily.

She threaded her way through the crowd and into the stands, sitting down next to Emily.

"How are you doing, honey?" Emily asked with a smile.

"Oh, I'm fine."

"This is something new for you, going to a football game, I mean."

"I know. My friend Rex asked me to come and see him play."

"He's quite a quarterback," Marvin chimed in. "I think you ought to enjoy the game."

"I hope so."

"Oh, Rex really thinks quite a bit of you," Emily said. "I can tell it from the way he looks at you."

"Well, I think quite a bit of him. After all, he's a real nice guy."

"Yes, he is," Emily said. "And very good-looking."

The game started a half hour later. Gail became immediately infatuated with what was going on.

Her eyes remained focused on Rex, who would take charge of the offensive team and direct the signals.

He did a highly convincing job of getting things done. In the middle of the first quarter, he threw a long touchdown pass that had everyone in the stands cheering loudly.

Watkins was en route to a sweeping victory, piling up a fourteen-zero lead at the end of the first half.

The second half action saw Watkins add to the lead, winning by a twenty-eight-zero score.

After the game was over, Gail found herself more thrilled than ever to know just how much Rex liked her.

She could see the look of adulation on the faces of the girls in the stands whenever Rex would accomplish something significant on the field. It made her feel highly fortunate to know him as intimately as she did.

The game ended and Gail left the stands with Emily and Marvin. But when she reached the main gate, she exclaimed: "Which way is the team dressing room?"

"It's over here to the left," Marvin said. "We'll walk over there with you. Are you going to see Rex now?"

"Yes, he said he wanted to see me after the game. He wanted me to have something to eat with him."

"Oh, I see," Marvin grinned.

Gail said nothing, walking alongside of Marvin and Emily as they finally reached the dressing room.

"Well, so we'll see you later," Marvin said, throwing an arm around Emily.

"Take it easy," Emily told her.

"Yeah, I'll see you folks later," Gail said, by then occupied in her own thoughts concerning Rex. "And thanks for directing me over here."

"Don't mention it," Emily said.

Gail waited for some twenty minutes. A feeling of satisfaction swept through her entire body as she observed Rex walking from the dressing room toward her. He was mobbed by scores of well wishers.

"Hello," he said, bending over and kissing her on the cheek.

Gail had been so eager to see Rex that she had barely noticed the huge broad-shouldered man who was standing just a few steps behind Rex wearing a broad smile.

"This is Moose Leighton, our fullback," Rex introduced him. "This is my friend Gail."

"I've heard a lot about you," Moose grinned. "How did you like that touchdown that Moose scored tonight?" Rex smiled.

"It was very good. As a matter-of-fact, you both played very well."

"Thanks, but we owe it to the team," Moose said. "If it weren't for those unsung heroes up there on that line who opened up the holes for me, I wouldn't get to first base."

"You mean end zone," Rex laughed. "You've got the wrong sport, old boy."

"Just a figure of speech."

"I knew it was. I was just kidding."

"You and your perverse sense of humor."

"That's right," Rex smiled. "Well, what do you say we all go out and get something to eat?"

"I could certainly use something about now," Moose said. "You know me and my king sized appetite."

"I certainly do," Rex said. "Once this guy starts eating, he just doesn't stop."

"I'm a healthy growing boy," Moose chuckled. "I can hardly believe you could grow any more," Rex said. "But the terrifying thing is that you are growing."

Gail was overwhelmed by the size of Moose Leighton. Even though Rex stood at slightly better than six feet, Moose absolutely dwarfed him at six-four. In addition, Moose was well filled out, weighing some two hundred and thirty-five pounds.

One thing, however, disturbed Gail. She had wanted to see Rex alone. It had been her feeling all along that they would have something to eat by themselves. It bothered her that the big fullback was going along with them. it wasn't that she didn't like Moose. Actually, he seemed like a highly likeable guy. It was just that she wanted to be alone with Rex.

She got into Rex's Mustang, climbing into the middle of the front seat between Rex and Moose.

"Don't we make cute bookends?" Moose laughed, once he piled into the car and closed the door.

"We're protectors of this beautiful girl between us," Rex winked.

"You're damned right we are," Moose said. Rex started up the car, after which he and Moose began engaging in football talk.

"I want you to listen to everything that's said," Rex said to Gail. "You'll learn from what we discuss. Then I want you to ask questions of us."

"Unfortunately I don't know enough about the game to even ask any intelligent questions."

"You will, you'll learn in time," Moose said. "With Rex and I teaching you, you just can't miss."

Rex drove to the same restaurant where he had dinner with Gail the other evening. It was crowded with Watkins students and football players who had watched and played in that evening's game.

When Rex and Moose, the two heroes of the victory, walked in the door, a burst of applause greeted them from various tables.

As Gail looked around, she observed the expressions of envy which she drew from the young women at the tables. They wished that they could be in her position.

Little did they know the sense of discomfort that she felt. She had been keenly disappointed. It had been her feeling that she would be meeting Rex alone. Now Big Moose was along with him.

Gail quickly observed that the remarks concerning Moose's monstrous appetite were anything but exaggeration. He downed the food in huge gobs, and the more that he ate, the more that he seemed to want.

"Just watch him stow the groceries away," Rex laughed, as he ate his food at a more modest clip.

"Like I said, I'm just a growing boy," Moose laughed.

They finished the meal, after which they got up and got back in the car.

"Let's drive on over to my place and have a beer," Rex looked at Gail and smiled.

Gail said nothing. The one thought in her mind was whether Moose would be accompanying them. She hoped that perhaps he would be dropped off somewhere along the way. And, if he did join them, she hoped that Rex would not be so brazen as to expect her to accommodate Moose sexually.

The talk returned to football, and Rex did his best to explain certain elements of the game to Gail.

"Do you understand what a first down is?" Rex asked.

"Not really. I've heard the term, particularly tonight, but I really don't know what it means."

"It's very simple," Rex said. "A team has four downs. That means four tries to make ten yards or more. If they fail to make ten yards, then the other team gets the football. If they make ten yards on any series of downs, then they have the first down."

"What if they make fifteen yards on one play, for instance?" she asked.

"Then that's the first down too," Moose said. "That's right," Rex concurred. "They can make it any way they want, whether it be through passing or running."

"And generally, especially when a team's in its own territory," Moose said, "if they look like they're going to be quite a bit short of ten yards, they kick on fourth down. They call that a punt."

"Why do they do that?" Gail asked. "You mean they more or less give up on making the first down?"

"They're playing it safe," Rex explained. "If they don't make it on fourth down, then the other team takes over the ball right there. But if they punt, then the other team has the ball some thirty-five to forty yards back. Like our coach says. He tells me not to throw any interceptions, because every time that I do, he points out, we lose thirty-five yards. That's what he figures we can gain on a punt."

"What's an interception?" Gail asked.

"Oh, that's when the quarterback, a guy like me, throws the ball and somebody on the other team catches it."

"What happens then?" Gail followed up.

"The other team can run the ball back just as far as they can. But even if the man is tackled right on the spot, our team is still losing thirty-five yards, according to the way the coach figured it, since we would have made that through kicking the ball. Do you follow me?"

"I guess so," Gail said with a tone of uncertainty.

"She just has a little learning to catch up on," Moose laughed. "Give her time to it all sink in."

"Oh, I will. She's a very bright girl," Rex smiled. "I know she is. She'll pick up this game in nothing flat, then she'll be a great fan."

"Then she can yell that much louder whenever one or the other of us scores a touchdown," Moose said.

Even though Gail was participating in the conversation about football, her mind was far removed from the conversation. She kept wondering what would happen when she got over to Rex's apartment.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Soon Rex was pulling to a stop in front of the apartment, and they were getting out of the car.

They went into the apartment. Rex playing the role of the good host, escorted Moose and Gail to seats in the living room. As they sprawled out, Moose in a chair, Gail on the sofa, Rex went into the kitchen.

"I could sure use a beer," Rex laughed. "I'm still thirsty."

"So am I," Moose said. "Make that two beers."

"I was going to make it three beers," Rex said. "The young lady would like to have one, I'm sure."

"Are you a beer drinker?" Moose looked at her.

"Not really. I had one with him the other night."

"She had it and tolerated it. She can have another one," Rex said.

He poured the contents of one of the beers into a glass. That was the one that he would serve to Gail. As for himself and Moose, they could just as easily drink theirs out of the cans.


CHAPTER SEVEN

With great reluctance, Gail accepted the beer. "I don't know why it is that you are always trying to get me to drink this stuff," she shook her head as she looked up at Rex.

"It's good for you; it's got food value in it. That's more than you can say for soft drinks."

"I'd rather string along with the soft drinks. They're not quite as dangerous as this stuff."

"There's nothing dangerous about this at all," he laughed. "All you can say is that it will make you giggle a little if you have quite a bit of it."

"Make you giggle?" she asked.

"That's right. I mean, you can kind of get high on the stuff."

"Like I get every now and then," Moose said, proceeding to take a big gulp from his beer can.

"That's right. Just like you get, Moose," Rex said.

Gail quickly observed the spirited and reckless mood that Rex and Moose were in. Whereas she sipped her beer slowly and with grave reluctance, finding it exceedingly bitter, Rex and Moose gulped theirs down quickly.

Before she was even fully aware of how fast they were going, Rex was walking into the kitchen to open up two fresh cans.

"You're really lagging behind us," he said to Gail.

"I'm a pretty slow beer drinker, that's all," she said.

"That's too bad," Moose chuckled.

The longer that the two young men drank the beer, the more slap-happy they became.

Soon Rex was moving over from the chair he had been sitting on to the sofa. Gail uncomfortably observed him eyeing her legs.

She didn't like him when he was in this kind of mood, and she did not like the fact that Moose had been brought along with them. Several times she felt like getting' up and leaving, but something prevented her from doing so.

The one thing she did not want 'to happen was for Rex to begin making over her in Moose's presence. That would definitely upset her. It was one thing to let Rex make love to her. On even that score it was a new experience, something she just wasn't that accustomed to. But she could not tolerate at all the idea of Moose watching while Rex made over her.

As Rex and Moose were finishing up their third round of beers, Rex moved over a few inches away from Gail.

He threw an arm around her, then thrust his lips forward, pushing them against her cheek.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he laughed, as he removed his lips.

Gail was growing more uncomfortable by the minute as she observed Moose looking at the festivities with great excitement.

"Rex, old boy, you always were the lover," he said. "I sure do like to watch you in action."

"This is a beautiful chick," Rex said, throwing his arm around her eagerly.

"My eyes can tell me that," Moose laughed. "She sure is stacked. I have seen her on campus a few times, and every time that I have, I got hot and bothered."

"Would you believe that I had her the other night?"

"Yes, I would," Moose said. "I'd believe anything from you like that."

"That's the kind of expression of confidence that I like."

"You just happen to be a very talented stud."

"I'll plead guilty to that."

"Plead guilty nothing. You have a right to be real happy about it."

"O.K., put it any way that you like."

Now Rex was reaching inside her dress. He "let his fingers come to rest on her breasts, twisting and turning his fingers over them.

"Not here, not now," Gail gasped.

She was acutely embarrassed over what was happening. It was one thing for Rex to conduct himself on an intimate basis with her when they were alone, but it was something completely different for her to have to be subjected to such treatment while somebody else was in the room.

She continued to let her body move away from him. She wanted to struggle free without making it appear that she was feeling that much displeasure.

"You're trying to wiggle away from me," Rex said. "Be still, baby, I'm getting ready to take off your clothes."

"But there's somebody else here," she shouted. "There's no need to get shook up about old Moose being around," Rex said. "He's a pretty good guy. Besides, he's seen me make it with chicks before."

"Of course I have," Moose smiled. "Don't you feel uncomfortable about a solitary thing, baby. I've seen this old boy at work. I've got to admit that he's pretty good."

"I'm glad that you're such an enthusiastic fan of mine," Rex laughed.

Now his fingers were beginning to go to work on her dress. He was eager to strip her, to have some brisk sex with her.

"Not so fast, not so fast," she tried to warn Rex.

But Rex was not about to be warned. He was enjoying every pleasurable moment that he was sharing with her.

Now his fingers were succeeding in pulling off the dress.

"Come on, baby, get up and I'll finish undressing you in the bedroom," he said.

With great reluctance she got up and walked with Rex into the bedroom. Moose, who continued sipping from the can of beer, got up from the chair he was sitting in. With beer can in hand, he walked with them into the bedroom.

Once they reached the bedroom, Rex went to work with his fingers at a speedier pace than before. In a matter of a few brisk, well-timed strokes, he was able to tug her dress off her.

"What a body!" Moose gasped with widened eyes as he observed Gail in nothing more than, her panties and bra.

"You'd better believe it that she's got a beautiful body," Rex said. "If they don't look that good, then I just plain don't, bother with them. It's that simple. They've got to look real fantastic before I get interested."

He reached out and threw his arms around her, letting his powerful arms encircle her.

He eased her body downwards, reaching out and kissing her lips devastatingly. He kissed her once, twice, then three times, letting the spirited activity build.

His fingers worked their way down to her thighs. He enjoyed prying around them, letting his fingers come into brisk contact with the firm folds of flesh.

The longer his fingers went to work there, the harder that his penis began to throb. Now the tempo was building rapidly inside him. Those burning urges were flowing with great desire. The fingers skirted all the way from her thighs down to her ankles, then back up toward the thighs once more.

He repeated the process for a matter of five minutes, enjoying the sensations he received from stroking her.

Gail was still uncomfortable to observe that Moose was sitting on a chair relaxing with his beer can in hand. Every now and then he would take a sip, but for the most part he was just sitting there watching the action unfold.

At one point she looked over and took a long look at Moose. She could see the sizeable bulge in his trousers. He was getting turned on at a great clip, and she wondered just how far he would attempt to go in order to fully stimulate his passionate energies.

"Keep it up, Rex old boy, you've really got her going now," Moose said. "What a body this chick's got. Just look at it. Keep it up, Rex old boy, don't let up. You've really got her where you want her."

Rex's brisk finger movements continued. The longer that they did, the more spiritedly the tempo began to build inside Gail as well.

Now she was filled with mixed feelings. She could not help but get aroused when Rex was providing her with such stimulating finger movements. But she also felt the frustration of having Moose near by. That made her feel uncomfortable when she thought about it.

Even though she was angry at Rex for exposing her to such an embarrassing set of circumstances, she could not help but be overwhelmed as usual by his overpowering charms as his fingers continued to work their way around her legs.

Back and forth he continued the action until he thought it was time to switch to another type of activity.

He reached out and grabbed hold of her bra.

"Now you're really going to town," Moose laughed. "Go ahead and pull that off. I'd just love to see those tits of hers."

"You're going to get quite a charge when you see them."

"I'll just bet that I do."

"They're absolutely beautiful."

"Yeah, along with the rest of her."

"You're not kidding."

He tugged at her bra, removing it. His fingers immediately went to work on her breasts and nipples. They worked at a skillful clip, moving back and forth as the excitement accelerated inside her.

"Do you like it when I do this to you?" Rex asked with a laugh.

"Oh, do I ever. Now I'm really getting excited."

"I can tell by the way that body of yours is trembling. Of course you're getting excited. After all, baby, I'm here."

"You're damned right," Moose laughed loudly. "Every time that old Rex is around, you've naturally got to expect the chick to get swept off her feet."

"Rex has never lacked confidence," Gail said. Now that she was getting all that excited, slit was not minding having Moose around as much as she had earlier. It was as if she was becoming oblivious to anything and everything else other than her own pleasure.

As the bra was removed and the fingers went to work, her hips and legs kicked back and forth.

"Now you're really feeling the excitement," Rex laughed. "And I'm going to give you a whole lot more before I'm through."

"Keep right at it, Rex, don't let up one bit," Moose called out.

He let his fingers firmly attack her breasts for a long spell, then decided that it was time to remove her panties.

"Get set, honey, because I'm going to put the finishing touches on you," Rex told her.

She braced herself, preparing for anything, not quite certain just what Rex had in mind. Even though she was still irked at him for bringing Moose along, she didn't feel nearly as bad about the whole thing. It was something she was acclimating herself to, even though it hadn't been easy in the early stages.

"Take those panties off, strip her good," Moose laughed.

She shuddered at the remark that Moose made. Now she was beginning to feel upset again. It was as if she was somehow being used. She considered herself some kind of exhibitionist who was parading for the benefit of a huge, beer-drinking football player with a loud laugh.

"Take the panties off, remove them, old boy, take them off," Moose said. "Strip this little chick clean. That's what I want you to do."

"You don't need to worry, because that's exactly what I'm going to do," a laughing Rex told his friend. "You came to the right place if you wanted to see plenty of action."

"I've already seen a lot."

"And we're still in the preliminary stages."

"I'm aware of that."

Now Rex was working eagerly with his fingers at her panties. He first let the fingers feel their way around the silk. Then he let them glide around the elastic. He kept on sliding the fingers downward, determined to pry the panties loose from her and take them off altogether.

As the material began to slide down her legs, revealing more and more of her, Moose was in ecstasy.

With one savage gulp he devoured the remaining contents of the beer. Then he sat on the edge of the chair and observed the activities in action.

"Go get her, Rex, go get this gorgeous chick," Moose encouraged.

He sounded very much like a rabid rooter cheering for his favorite player at a football game. Moose was empathizing totally with his friend Rex as he kept on sliding the panties down her legs.

"I'm just about there, I've just about got those panties off," Rex said.

"Oh, darling, it feels so good when you do things like this for me," Gail swooned.

"I'm going to keep on exciting you like this, baby. Life with me is just one exciting incident after another."

"You can believe that," Moose nodded. "You can believe anything that guy says when it comes to his sex potentials."

Now he was removing the panties from her legs. He looked down breathlessly at her lovely legs and the mound that rested between them.

"I've just got to kiss you down there," Rex said.

"Oh, Rex old boy, this is just too much to look at," Moose said. "That cock of mine is just as hard as a rock. I can barely stand to look at this, it turns me on so much."

Moose watched with great anticipation as Rex plunged his head eagerly forward and let his lips collide with her mound.

Her entire body quivered as the lips met her mound.

"Oh, baby, oh, you're too much," Gail gasped, her body flipping back and forth.

"He's just getting started, honey," Moose burst into loud laughter.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Rex continued to kiss her pussy, lowering his head and puckering "up his lips.

The longer that his lips came in contact with her mound, the more eagerly that her body began to twitch. Now she was feeling an acute itchiness inside that warm mound of hers.

"Would you like me to lick you down there?" Rex asked with a smile.

"Oh yes. I really would like that."

"I wouldn't mind some of that myself," Moose laughed.

"Quiet down now, Moose. Let me show you a little technique."

"I don't really need any technique. I mean, I'm as good as anybody right now."

"No matter how good you are, you can always stand to know a little more," Rex said.

"Maybe so," Moose finally shrugged. "Go ahead and show me what it's all about."

"I'd be delighted to."

Now Rex lowered his head. As he did, he reached down with both hands and pried her legs apart. He grabbed one last convincing feel of her legs before putting his tongue to work inside her mound.

"Am I ever going to eat you," he said. "I've been waiting to go down on you for a very long time. Well, baby, now I'm going to do it. Now I'm going to provide you with all kinds of sensations. Now I'm really going to turn that tongue loose inside your mound."

"Go ahead, baby, I'm anxious to find out what it will be like."

"That's right. I bet you've never had it that way before, have you?"

"No, I haven't"

"A beautiful chick like you?" Moose looked at her with disbelief.

"That's right. I've never had it that way before."

"I guess that you do have a lot to learn," Moose said.

"Maybe so," she said. "If she's got a lot to learn, she won't for very long, because I'm here to teach her," Rex said confidently. "Now I'm going to go down on you, honey, and I'm going to give you all the action you can possibly withstand. And I'm going to let that tongue of mine go to work around that mound of yours. I'm going to have you gasping for breath in a matter of minutes."

"That all sounds very exciting," Gail said.

"Just brace yourself, darling, because I'm going to work," Rex said.

"I'm ready, baby," she told him.

"That's good, that's very good," Rex nodded.

Now he was moving his long red tongue downwards toward her moist mound.

As he moved into closer contact with her pussy, his heart began to throb eagerly. He was all set to put that tongue of his to work inside her, to get as intimate with her as he possibly could. He looked forward to that first stabbing thrust inside her mound. He wondered how she would react to it. He hoped that it would make her as excited as it would him.

"Get set, darling, because here it goes," he told her.

Now he was plunging that tongue down there eagerly between her legs. He made certain that he covered every crevice of searing flesh. It was warm and moist, that mound of hers, and every time that he licked it his heart seemed to palpitate that much more rapidly.

"Oh, you're too much, just too much, oh, it feels so good, I can hardly believe it," she gasped. "Keep it up, keep up the tongue action. Keep mouthing it, baby, I really love that action, oh, you're right, it's unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable, I can hardly believe that anything could make me this excited. Keep that tongue working, baby, keep it going, oh, what a tongue you've got, the way you're using it, oh, you're driving me into ecstasy."

While his tongue continued to fervently work its way around her mound, Rex reached out with both hands and began toying with his fingers around her asscheeks.

Now he was burning with zeal as he kept up the action. Every time that he put an additional stroke forward with that tongue of his, he got that much more aroused.

He wanted to make her shoot her juices inside his mouth. He realized that the longer he licked, the closer she would come to that great objective.

It made him feel good to score a conquest, particularly over a beautiful girl. This would be one of his greatest conquests ever, he told himself, letting that fervent tongue of his go to work inside her mound. She was a beautiful girl who had lived a very sheltered life, and now he was bringing the animal out of her, the unexplored side that had not surfaced prior to her meeting him.

The strong quarterback continued letting the tongue slip and slide inside her mound. Back and forth that tongue of his was going to work, driving with spirited zeal as he licked her mound.

"Keep that up, keep going fast, baby, keep up the licking," she said.

While she lay there, her body twisting back and forth with great excitement, she reached out with both hands and ran her fingers through his hair.

The additional support she provided for him in the form of the finger activity in his hair made him that much more cognizant of the job at hand. He just had to give this girl all the excitement that he could muster.

"Keep it up, keep up the licking," Moose called out.

As she looked over in Moose's direction, Gail noticed something a little different than before. Now Moose had unzipped his trousers and was letting his huge cock fall free.

Every now and then Moose would look down proudly at his huge instrument. Whenever she would look his way, he would point in the direction of his penis, which he was showing to her. He had his reasons, she thought, and just wondered how much he would expect from her that evening.

But for the most part her attentions were dominated by the licking efforts of handsome Rex, who continued to drill her with inspiring enthusiasm.

Now the tongue was working at a convincing clip, moving just as fast as it could go.

"Keep up the licking," she said, "I need it, darling, I need your licking, oh, I'm going to go soon, I can tell, oh, I'm so itchy all over, I'm just burning up down there between my legs, honey, I really am. You wouldn't believe how hot I am down there."

The piercing drilling continued, the tongue working its way in speedy fashion around her mound, providing her with the utmost in pleasure.

"I've got to shoot, I've got to shoot now," she gasped. "Get ready, baby, get ready for the orgasm. Oh, I've got to shoot my juices."

He was bracing himself now, preparing to receive the onslaught of juice that he was looking forward to receiving.

"Bust him in the mouth, baby, give him a nice warm meal," Moose laughed. "Go ahead, honey, don't hold a thing back, shoot it all off in his mouth."

Seconds later Gail heaved a prolonged sigh. At that point the juices began to shoot out of her mound and in the direction of his mouth.

With great determination Rex went after every drop of juice that spurted out of her mound and into his mouth.

Moose was watching with greater eagerness than ever now as his friend Rex collected the desserts of the licking session.

Once he finished licking the pussy juice from her mound, Rex felt a flow of spirited determination shoot through his entire body. He was hungrier for Gail than ever.

"I've got to get my clothes off," he said eagerly. As Gail lay there on her back watching him, Rex quickly removed his clothing.

After he stepped out of his shorts and began to observe his hard penis, a look of curiosity surfaced on her face.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked. "I'd like to try something a little different from what we did the other night."

"What would that be?"

"I'd like to sixty-nine with you."

"What's that?"

"You've got to be kidding," Moose said. "You mean you don't know what it is?"

"No, I don't," she said.

"It's very simple," Rex said. "It starts out with me licking your mound. Then when I'm in position and you're in position, you start licking this long stick of mine."

"I don't know if I'd like that," she frowned. "And just why wouldn't you?"

"I just don't know that I'd like it."

"You certainly would learn to like it. You didn't want me to fuck your mound either. But after I did it, you certainly learned to like it."

"Yes, it was a very pleasurable sensation after that first pain left."

"That's what I mean. You'll like this too. Just give it a chance."

"Do you really think I'll like it?"

"I'm sure you will."

"I'm a little scared to try it."

"And just why is that?"

"I don't know. It just seems kind of ugly to me, getting down there and licking that penis of yours."

"That's a lot of nonsense. You're going back to that old Eighteenth Century stuff again."

"You'd better believe it," Moose quickly chimed in. "Just give it a chance, baby, and you're gonna love it. You'll love every bit of it."

"You really think so?" she asked.

"I know so," Moose told her.

Rex reached out and kissed her lips. He was getting in the mood once more for sex action.

He ran his fingers through her hair while he continued to kiss her.

Unknown to Gail at that time, Moose got up from the chair and began removing his clothes. He would feel much better, he thought, without the restriction of clothes. After all, both Gail and Rex were naked.

The lengthy kissing came to an end. Gail looked over in Moose's direction and observed his huge, naked body, which couldn't help but intimidate her at least to some extent.

"Does it startle you to see me naked?" Moose laughed. "I got a little warm, so I thought I'd take my clothes off."

"Moose, you're an absolute riot," Rex laughed. Then he turned his' attentions back to Gail. "O.K., honey, I want you to raise that body of yours and let that pussy come to rest just over my head."

"Then you want my ass in your face?"

"I certainly do. It would be a pleasure, since it's such a beautiful little butt."

"O.K.," she laughed.

One thing about it, Gail was always kept in a state of excitement by Rex. She never knew what was coming next in her sexual association with him. Just a few evenings earlier he had removed her from the ranks of virginity. Now he was eager to engage in another type of sex with her, a type that he stoutly maintained she would very much enjoy.

Gail did exactly as Rex instructed. She let her asscheeks and mound come to a rest just above his head.

"That's beautiful, baby, the most beautiful scenery in town," Rex laughed. "Now when I start licking that mound of yours, I want that tongue of yours to go to work on the end of my penis. At first it will seem a little unfamiliar to you, but it won't take long before you start to really enjoy it. Believe me when I tell you that."

She looked down at that long penis of his and her body began to twitch as she felt the tongue strokes he put forth inside her mound.

Once more she began to feel all tingly inside.


CHAPTER NINE

At first it was very difficult for Gail to adjust to the strange act of going down on a man's penis.

She let her tongue slide around the very tip of his penis, just as he asked her to do.

"Now I want you to do it that way. I want you to slide it over the tip," Rex had instructed her, prior to going to work on her mound.

The longer that he let his tongue go to work against that mound of hers, the hotter that she became. She enjoyed the fervent efforts that his tongue put forth inside her mound.

Back and forth he kept up the spirited licking. The longer that he exercised his tongue, the better that she liked it.

Soon Gail began to settle down and lick his penis tip with greater enthusiasm than before. It was still a difficult adjustment for her to make, but ever so gradually she was bringing herself around to the point where she could make it.

Now she was extending her efforts to other areas of his huge organ. She was letting her tongue work its way up and down the entire length of his hot organ.

Back and forth she kept up those fervent actions. As she kept working her tongue around his cock, Moose became so excited that he started to shout encouragement of his own.

"Keep up that action," Moose said, "keep on working that tongue of yours around there, baby. He really likes it, I can tell by the way his body's reacting. Oh, just look at him, you're really giving it to him. And he's giving it to you with that tongue of his. I tell you what you do, baby. While you're licking that rod of his, it would be a good idea if you'd put those fingers of yours to work against his balls."

Back and forth her fingers started to work over his testicles. As they did, her cock licking efforts became speedier than before.

Back and forth that tongue of hers was fervently working, actively licking the base of his erect instrument.

While he was getting his penis licked, he kept on going to work on her mound. Now his tongue was darting with great enthusiasm, working back and forth with everything that he was able to muster in the way of excitement and energy.

Now his body was twisting back and forth with regularity as his tongue continued to maneuver around her mound. The longer he twisted the tongue inside her mound, the greater the degree of excitement he felt.

Now they were both working fervently and ambitiously toward climax. It wouldn't take much longer in the way of licking before they would be shooting.

"Keep up that licking, both of you," Moose said. "Keep up that action. You kids are really going at it. You're really great, both of you are. Just keep up that activity. You're really good at it. Go to it, kids, work that tongue of yours around. Work the tongue around, Rex, and you keep your tongue going too, Gail old girl."

Now Gail was really beginning to feel the excitement. Her body was quivering and she knew it would not be long before it exploded.

When the juices began to bolt from her mound, Rex was right there to lick up the delicious drops.

It gave his cock that much more in the way of excitement to know that he was once more tasting her.

She kept up those fervent efforts, working that tongue of hers around his penis while her fingers continued to massage his balls.

The longer that she kept up the action, the faster her movements became. She knew very well that he was moving closer than ever to climax, and now she was beginning to wonder just what it would be like to lick those juices of his. She had a feeling that it would take getting used to, but after all, hadn't she already made a number of adjustments in just a few brief days?

The fervent action continued as she kept on licking his penis. All the while he continued to let his tongue come into contact with her mound.

Now he felt himself moving into the final stages of the act. He could feel the hot burning itchiness all over his body, particularly in-his penis.

As he got set to explode, he released his tongue from her mound.

"Oh, get set, baby, keep it up, eat my juices, eat it," Rex said.

"Hang in there and catch every drop, honey, you can do it," Moose encouraged. "Go ahead, darling, go ahead and eat every drop of it, it's going to be delicious stuff, baby, just the kind of stuff you want to sink your tongue into."

Now the juices were spurting out of the end of his long rod, moving in the direction of her mouth.

She sought valiantly to eat every drop of liquid which spurted out of the end of his spear. She succeeded for the most part, catching almost every drop of the liquid.

A few droplets spurted out of the sides of her mouth. That happened in particular with the first few drops that came her way, mainly as a result of her inexperience.

But she managed to catch most of the load, and as she finished, she was happier than ever.

It made her feel very good to know that she had succeeded at something different. She had known nothing whatsoever about going down on a man until she had been asked to perform that particular sex act for Rex.

As she lay there catching her breath, an aroused Moose Leighton walked toward the bed.

"Now it's my turn, old buddy. I've been waiting patiently for a long time," she heard him say to Rex. "You said that I'd get a shot at this gorgeous hunk of meat."

"Be my guest," Rex said.

It flabbergasted her to think that Rex would automatically decide that she would have sex with Moose. Just because she had talked with him during the course of the evening and had thought that he was basically a nice guy did not mean that she necessarily wanted to go to bed with him.

She would have raised a protest, only things were happening just too fast for her to be able to.

The next thing she knew, Moose was climbing into bed, Stroking that penis of his several times.

"Oh, honey, you don't know how hard it was for me to contain myself while you were making it with Rex," he told her. "But I really stored up the energy inside me, and now I'm more eager than ever to have you. Oh, you gorgeous little thing, what I'm going to do to you."

Moose leaned his head forward and permitted his lips to come into contact with hers. He kissed her in a swift, scorching manner, loving the lip contact.

His kisses almost took her breath away. She wasn't passionately aroused by him, but the sheer power he brought to bear in his kissing was enough to stun her. She thought for a moment that she was one of his opponents on the gridiron.

After a series of lengthy kisses, he worked his tongue inside her mouth.

The French kissing was every bit as rugged as had been the lip kissing. The contact was lengthy, and her body was quivering effectively every time that he thrust that tongue against hers.

She heaved a sigh of relief after he finally released his tongue from hers. She was in a state of semi-shock. The huge, bruising football player had taken her totally by surprise, and she felt helpless to prevent him from what he was doing.

Now his tongue was sinking against her left nipple. Once more he exercised himself with such great impact that he practically took her breath away.

"Oh, you're hurting me, you're hurting me," she finally called out.

"Old Moose is just having fun," a grinning Rex said, as he watched the action and began putting his clothes back on.

"He's too much, get him off of me," she said.

"I wouldn't want to do that. I'd get him angry and he'd slug' me."

"But he's your friend."

"In war, but not love," Rex quipped. "No, honey, he wants you and I couldn't disappoint him."

Rex continued to watch the unfolding action as Moose finally released his tongue from her nipple.

"Now I've just got to screw you, beautiful baby," Moose winked.

He reached down and grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks, then thrust his huge body forward. He was moving with the same kind of brutal determination that he exercised on the football field.

Back and forth that penis of his began to plunge, moving ahead spiritedly inside her mound.

He was hurting her with every plunging stab that he put forward with that blinding penis of his.

Now she hated Rex for what he had done. This behemoth had taken advantage of her, thrusting his body against hers before she was even fully aware of what was going on.

Back and forth those spirited movements of his continued as he kept on punishing her at a bone-crushing pace, thrusting that hard rod of his deep inside her mound.

He kept on pinching her buttocks as he kept up his steadily flowing activities. He was moving at such a brisk pace that he could not keep up those endeavors for much longer. He was just too excited about what was going on.

"I'm getting close now, honey, very close," he gasped. "I'm going to spill those juices inside your mound."

"Go to it, Moose, fuck her good," Rex said.

Now he had his clothes on and was standing there next to the bed enjoying the unfolding action. It made him feel good to know that he was giving his friend an opportunity to take up where he had left off.

"Oh, I can't hold back anymore, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," Moose announced.

At that point the hot white juice splattered voluminously out of the end of his penis and bolted into her mound.

By the time Moose was finished with her, Gail was a winded girl. Her vagina was sore from where he exposed her to such a brutal screw.

She lay there watching Moose get dressed.

"I guess we'd better drive you home pretty fast," Rex said. "Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything. I don't want you to get in any trouble with your folks."

"If they know what time I'm getting in, there will be plenty of trouble," she said.

"Maybe they won't. Anyway, you'd better leave now, honey," Rex said.

"I suppose you're right," she nodded.

She was angry at Rex, but she did not want to have a confrontation with him in front of Moose. Even though Moose had been the one who had hurt her in the sex act, it was Rex toward whom she felt the animosity. After all, it had been his idea to get Moose involved in the first place. It had taken a lot of nerve for him to bring Moose along to what he had told her would be a private date. Then, on top of that, he had brought Moose home with them.

She dressed quickly, having very little to say during the ride home.

"You're awfully quiet," Rex said. "Mind telling me why?"

"I'm tired."

"I guess having sex with a couple of football players would be enough to tire anybody out," Moose laughed.

"I guess you're right there," Rex concurred.

A few minutes later they were dropping her off at the curb in front of her house.

"The lights are off," Rex said. "Maybe it's a good sign."

"But they still might be awake," she said fearfully.

"Make sure you walk quietly to your room," Moose said.

"Don't worry, I definitely will," she said. "Thanks for a wonderful evening," Rex said.

She got out of the car and walked slowly toward the door.

She entered the house stealthily, then made her way slowly up the stairs toward her room.

She held her breath as she mounted the stairs slowly heading toward her room.

She made it to the room without any difficulty. She looked at the clock and observed that it was a few minutes past midnight. She hoped that her parents were not awake.

Gail did not feel relieved until she turned off her light and climbed under the covers.

At that point she was convinced that her parents were asleep and that she was in the clear.

But even this feeling of relief was not enough to placate her troubled spirits. She kept thinking about Rex, and what a disappointment he had been. She had thought that she represented something different than she apparently did.

Gail recalled what her father had told her about men taking advantage of women. Apparently Rex was that way.

She couldn't help but feel great hatred for him for what he had done to her.


CHAPTER TEN

Gail remained angry during all of Sunday.

Apparently she had been successful in pulling the wool over her parents' eyes, but that did not mean that she was any less upset over what had happened at Rex's apartment on Saturday night.

As she arrived in class on Monday, she was immersed in anger. She wanted to let loose a tirade at Rex, and she looked forward to clearing the air with him the first thing that morning.

He arrived a few minutes late, after the instructor had already begun lecturing.

He looked over at her and grinned as he sat down next to her.

"Good morning," he said softly.

She turned away, saying nothing to him.

She concentrated on Mr. Johnson's lecture, while Rex, in his usual fashion, doodled on his notebook.

The lecture came to an end. By that time her blood was boiling. She had barely been able to keep her span of attention focused on the lecture. She was just plain too angry at Rex.

They got up and walked toward the door together.

"How are things with you?" he asked casually. "We sure as hell had a ball on Saturday night."

She waited until they were outside, away from the other students.

"Would you step this way with me, please?" she said, moving off to the side away from the classroom.

"What's the problem?" he laughed. "You're acting strange today, and I can't figure out why."

"I'll tell you soon enough."

He stood there off to the side, not far from a shade tree. He looked at her with great curiosity.

"So, what's the problem, honey?" he finally asked.

"My blood has been boiling ever since Saturday night," she erupted angrily. "You said that we had a date together. You didn't say you were going to bring along one of your football playing buddies. I think that that is the most disgusting thing that anybody has ever done to me. On your easy mark, a girl who will do it with anybody, I suppose."

"Hold on, now. That's your language, not mine," he attempted to steady her.

"You're not fooling me one bit. I know exactly what kind of a reputation you have. It isn't a very good one."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that you have an ogre-like reputation when it comes to taking advantage of young women. I had heard about it, but I was taken in anyway. You have some kind of a rugged charm. I've never known anybody quite like you before, so that made me real vulnerable. Well, I'm fed up with you now. Imagine subjecting me to that kind of a humiliation. Having me do it with your friend after you were finished."

"I didn't think that you'd get upset about that," he said. "You didn't seem upset at the time."

"I was too stunned then to think much of anything," she pointed out. "After all, when that big Moose-and that's a good name for him-jumped on top of me I lost my ability to do or say much of anything. He pounced on me, and that was that. It was like being attacked by some kind of wild animal."

"Go easy now. Moose is a nice guy."

"Oh, so you're offended by my talking that way about Moose. Well, how about how I feel? How do you think it makes a girl feel to realize that she's being taken advantage of?"

"You weren't being taken advantage of. When I asked you to the apartment, didn't you know what was up? Did you think that Moose was going to be left out?"

"I didn't know what to expect. I, for one thing, thought that maybe you were a lot less brazen than that. I thought that maybe you would actually feel a little more decency for me than that. I thought maybe you'd have some respect for me. I guess that I was wrong all the way around."

"Now you're not being fair at all."

"I'm not being fair?" she laughed sarcastically. "All I know is that you are a disgusting person, Rex. It was terrible what you did to me. So far as I'm concerned, it's all over between you and me.

"Come on now. You're being absolutely silly," he laughed, "As far as I'm concerned, the joke is on you, because you've had your last bit of fun with me."

"There are lots of other girls who'd like to be in your place. I'll just remind you of that."

"Then I suggest you call on one of them right away," she stalked off angrily.

As she walked into her next class, her friend Emily Grazer said: "You certainly look upset, dearie."

"I had an argument with that brute Rex Dwyer."

"He might be a brute, but he's a pretty handsome one. Handsome and sexy."

"Maybe for some people. For me, he's just a big, egotistical animal."

"Come on now. Certainly you think a little more of him than that."

"I was actually stupid enough to think a little more of him than that at one point, but no more." Emily shook her head, and class began a few minutes later.

As Gail was walking toward the parking lot after her last class of the day, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.

"Hello there, honey," the man's voice said quickly.

She turned around and observed a smiling Moose Leighton walking toward her.

"So how's it going?" he asked casually.

"Did you hear about my little spat with Rex?"

"No, as a matter-of-fact I haven't seen Rex since the other night. I just wanted to tell you thanks for a great time."

"I had a little discussion with Rex about our session the other night."

"Oh? I can't understand why you're angry."

"Being treated like a hunk of meat. I don't blame you so much as I do him. It really got me embarrassed, though, to be taken to his place with you along."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Just this. I like to pick who I'm going to bed with beforehand. I don't like people forcing themselves on me."

"I didn't think you minded. Besides, I got awfully hot just watching the action. Say, honey, how about us stepping across the street? I'll buy you a soda."

"I'm not interested."

"There's no need for you to start acting like a snob," Moose said, acting a little upset.

"I'm no snob, I'm just not interested."

"Come on now. You were plenty interested in what was going on Saturday night."

"I guess I acted like a fool Saturday night. Well, never again."

Moose stood there scratching his head as Gail got into her car and drove away.

Two days later, when she saw Rex again, he acted a lot more cautiously than she had ever seen him appear.

He sat down next to her before the start of class and smiled sheepishly. She looked straight ahead, pretending that he was not even there. "Will you talk to me now?" he asked.

"I'd just as soon not. You know, we had our little discussion the other day. There's nothing to add to that."

"You mean you want to go on being mad at me?"

"No, I just want to go on being rid of you."

"You certainly are damned nasty."

"Call it what you like. I just want to be rid of you."

"Am I bothering you by sitting next to you?"

"No, just as long as you don't talk to me."

"I'll tell you what," he said bitterly. "If I'm that bad, if I'm bothering you that much, if you'd rather have me away from you, then that's exactly where I'll be."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged.

He jumped to his feet angrily, then stalked toward the back of the room, where he took an empty seat.

After that she and Rex Dwyer went their separate ways.

Even though she was emphatic in her decision not to have anything more to do with him, there were times when she felt painful about the whole thing.

One such incident occurred about a week after her break-up with Rex.

As she walked from her first class to her second, she observed her friend Emily chatting happily with Rex. Although Rex had his eyes focused on Emily, Gail could sense that, as she walked by, he was observing her. It did him a world of good to know that he was hurting her.

She threw herself intentionally into her studies, and she tried her best not to let the blossoming relationship between Rex and Emily throw her.

"I hope you don't really mind, dear," Emily said to her one day after class. "I just happen to find Rex very attractive. And, after all, you two did break up."

"Yes, we did."

"I hope you don't hold any of this against me. I'd hate to have it affect our relationship."

"It won't."

"That's good. I hope you really mean that."

"I don't say anything I don't mean, Emily."

"I guess you don't, dear," Emily smiled.

The one painful thing about losing Rex was that, just as she was beginning really to like the idea of going to bed with a man, the person she had thrown her love toward had disappointed her.

She decided that it was probably best that she did not have anything more to do with him, and as for the future, she felt that probably her folks were correct in what they had told her. After all, she still had plenty of time to meet the right man. She might have to wait a while, but the wait would be worth the while, she kept telling herself.

Then there were other times when she was openly in a debate with herself and concluded that the wait was not worthwhile at all. She longed to have an open relationship with the right man. Not somebody like Rex, but a person who would be content with having sex only with her.

One evening after her brother had arrived home following a date, he came into her room. "Hello, Sis," he smiled.

She was just finishing her lessons for the evening.

"Hello, Marvin," she said.

"Am I disturbing your studying?"

"No, because I was just about to put my books down."

"I just had a date with Emily."

"I thought that she was going with Rex."

"She is, but she is also going with me," he snickered. "You know, she spoke about you tonight She said that it was so strange how you broke up with Rex, and how you wouldn't tell her anything about it."

"I just didn't feel like discussing it."

"Maybe you'd like to discuss it with me," he said, sliding his body down on the sofa.

"I'd rather not."

"Why not?"

"It's personal."

"You've been discussing personal things with me for years," he laughed. "Come on now. Just what is the problem?"

"You were right about that wild man reputation. I just didn't like it. If he couldn't just settle down and date me alone, then as far as I was concerned, he could forget it."

"You really do want individual attention, don't you?" Marvin laughed.

"Yes, and furthermore I think I'm good looking enough to where I can get it."

"I'm sure you can, but Rex Dwyer just wasn't the man. He's too eager to please too many women. He's like me."

"Why are you guys like that?"

"Why are some people blonde and others brunette?" he shrugged. "Who knows?"

"I just wondered, thought, what you're trying to prove."

"I don't know that I'm trying to prove anything. As for Rex, I can't speak for him. I can barely speak for myself."

"All I know is that I'm fed up with him."

"Did you find him a pretty romantic guy?"

"I suppose so. But I hate to even think about him. That's a closed chapter of my life."

"Whatever you say. It's just that I hate to see you down in the dumps."

"Who's down in the dumps?" she erupted angrily.

"O.K., so you're not," he laughed. "But if you're not, there's no need to get angry."

"I don't need that guy, I don't need him at all."

"But you did seem to be in pretty good spirits while you were dating him."

"I guess I was, but I was under the wrong impression. I was under the impression that it was going to be just the two of us. I certainly found out how wrong I was in that assumption."

"I'm afraid you're destined to be disappointed quite a bit."

"Why is that?"

"I mean, most of the guys at school who are the real swingers, the kind of guys that you'd want to date anyway, are like Rex. I mean, he's probably the most notorious example, but there are many others like him."

"How do you know? You don't go to school with me. You go to the university."

"But let's remember, I know quite a few of the guys at your school. And the situation there isn't any different from how it is at my school. The girls realize that a lot of the guys just like to move from chick to chick. You don't know but what eventually Rex would have settled down with you."

"I doubt that he will settle down with anybody," she said bitterly. "I guess I'd better be going to bed now."

"Goodnight, Sis, and don't take it to heart."

"I'm not taking anything hard," she stubbornly insisted.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

In that traumatic period following her break-up with Rex Dwyer, something strange was coming over Gail.

The longer she observed her brother Marvin around the house, the more infatuated she became with him. At first she tried to convince herself that it was nothing more than her sisterly admiration for her slightly older brother, but when she began observing him with his clothes off, and began experiencing the same type of titillation that ran through her when she had sex with Rex, she had to think twice.

It started one Saturday afternoon when he was getting ready for a date that evening.

She was sitting in her room doing some review work for an examination when he walked by, totally naked. She got a look at his rich, firm skin. He had well rounded shoulders and a good chest on him.

The longer her eyes focused on his nude body, the more excited she became.

She even felt a twitch of disappointment run through her when he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

Her mind began wandering to such an extent that she could not even concentrate on her studies. She wondered what was getting into her. After all, this young man was her brother, and it was indeed strange that she would feel that kind of sexual attraction for him.

She then realized that, even if she was somehow attracted to him, that she should stave off such feelings. She needed to squelch them beyond recognition, to the point where they would no longer surface within her.

It was one thing to have sex with a Rex Dwyer. That was bad enough, she thought, since she had wound up getting burned in the process.

It was something else again for her to experience sex with her older brother. That was incest, something that was taboo. She could not allow herself even to entertain such a thought.

As she attempted to return to her studies, a feeling of fear ran through her. Just what was getting into her? she asked herself. After all, she had never thought of her brother in that particular light before. It was only after she had experienced sex with Rex Dwyer that her attitude had apparently changed. Now she was feeling a lot more sexy about everything. She could easily let herself go to the point of having sex with another young man.

At that point she recalled something that her father had told her just before she had started junior college.

"You know, Gail, once a girl lets herself go, it's much easier for her to do it the next time around," he had said solemnly.

Now those words were reverberating repeatedly through her mind. She recognized just how much wisdom had been contained in them. After all, she had never felt any sexual feelings towards her brother up until the time she had had sex with Rex. Now those feelings were becoming highly pronounced within her.

She went back to her studies for a few more minutes. Then she heard the sound of the shower water in the bathroom coming to a halt.

Once the sounds ceased, she heard the sounds of footsteps replacing them.

She found herself immediately closing her book and jumping to her feet, walking toward the door. She peeked out the door, observing Marvin making his exit from the bathroom.

As he tiptoed across the hall toward his room, she got another very good look at him.

This time her eyes focused on his penis. Even though it was not completely erect, she could see that he had a very good one. She wondered what it would be like to get it good and hard, then have sex with him.

She then watched the smoothness of his ass-cheeks as he walked across the hall, flipping his body from side to side in a carefree manner.

Her eyes remained focused in his direction until the door closed.

At that point she closed her door and ran toward her bed, sprawling out in the middle of it. She felt all tingly inside. She could not help but think of how handsome her brother had looked nude. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that he looked even better than Rex. His body contained a supple grace that Rex did not, even though Rex's body was a little more on the muscular side than Marvin's, x' She didn't get much more studying accomplished that day. In fact, she decided to go out for a long walk that evening.

In the course of the walk she encountered scores of young married and single people walking hand in hand. She felt so envious of them. For a while she had had Rex, but he was not willing to display the type of loyalty that she regarded as paramount. So, as a result, she was by herself, at least for the moment.

In the next few days she observed Marvin naked several more times. She made it a point, whenever she was in her room, to sneak a peek at him whenever he was walking from his bedroom to the bathroom and back.

Finally, the overpowering itchiness in her be came so great that she needed to do something about it. She needed to see what she could do as far as getting Marvin excited about her was concerned.

One Saturday afternoon, when her parents were gone to a picnic, she decided to experiment. Marvin was in his room listening to some records. The door was open, providing her with a perfect opportunity.

Gail began stripping off her blouse and slacks. She removed them, then also took off her panties and bra.

Before she left her room, she put her hands on her hips and posed demurely in front of her mirror. She had to admit that she possessed an exceptionally beautiful body. The breasts jutted out to perfection, while her legs tapered with exquisite design.

She then turned around and got a look at her buttocks. They were firm and lovely.

Yes, she thought, she definitely had a lot in the way of appeal. It was just a question of whether Marvin would choose to recognize it.

She was feeling a little nervous about the time her experiment was slated to begin. She didn't know how much of a reaction she would get. It would have hurt her if he had thought her to be some kind of fool for conducting herself in such a manner. But there was only one way that she could find out how he would react-mainly by throwing herself into vigorous activity.

She opened the door noisily, making certain that he couldn't help but hear her.

Then she strutted ever so slowly toward the bathroom. She was looking in his direction out of the corner of her right eye, although attempting to make it appear that she wasn't doing so.

Soon his eyes flashed in her direction. She detected a look of interest, one based more on curiosity than sensuality. But, then again, he wasn't used to seeing his sister naked.

"Hi, Marvin," she decided to call out to him.

"How's it going, Sis?" he blurted out.

"Oh, just fine, I guess. I'm about to take a shower."

"So I see," he said softly.

"See you later."

"Right," Marvin said.

She stepped into the bathroom then into the shower.

She hoped that her strategy would work. If it did, it meant that Marvin would not go anywhere and would be curiously awaiting her exit from the bathroom. If he was all that interested in her sexually, he would be eyeing her with great passion.

She thought about Marvin during the time that she cleaned her body in the shower. She let the rippling warm waters run over her skin, providing her with warm titillation. She would let the soap bar run over her skin, then stand there and allow the water to rinse off the soap.

She finally got out of the shower and dried herself off thoroughly with a white towel.

After finishing drying herself, she tiptoed out of the bathroom and back into the hall.

The door to Marvin's bedroom was still open. He was looking in her direction as she made her exit from the bathroom. She interpreted that as a good sign. Tinges of nervousness ran through her body. She had the same kind of feeling that she had possessed when she was first getting turned on with Rex. It was a state of uncertainty, something she couldn't readily describe but could not fail to distinguish.

"Hello, there, Marvin," she said sexily.

"You know, I can remember just yesterday when you were in pigtails," Marvin grinned. "After getting a look at you now, baby, I can see that you've really come a long way. No wonder Rex Dwyer was out of his mind with passion for you."

"The less said about that guy, the better," she said bitterly.

"Don't go too hard on the poor guy."

"Yeah, the poor guy. I've heard of the sailor with a girl in every port. Well, he's the football player with a girl in every locker."

"That's a pretty good one," Marvin chuckled, getting up from the chair on which he had been sitting.

He turned off his stereo unit.

"I'll tell you, though, you should have a little more compassion than that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"He's been kind of in the dumps ever since you dumped him."

"Don't kid me. He's going with Emily and heaven only knows how many other girls."

"He might be going with them, but they don't mean as much to him as you did. I know that."

"How would you know that?"

"I've heard. Word travels pretty fast along the grapevine. As I understand it, Rex is sorry about the fact that he broke up with you, but he's too proud to say anything about it to anyone."

"Maybe that will teach him next time," she said. "He's too crude and he's too much inclined to take girls for granted."

"A lot of football players get spoiled that way," Marvin said. "You see, because he's a big man on campus and is getting write-ups in all the local newspapers, the girls kind of flock to him. People like a winner. Well, Rex is a winner. So, he got to the point where he just took things for granted. At least that's the way I've got it figured."

"Maybe you're right," she shrugged. "But I sure don't like his way of acting."

"That's something else again," Marvin said. Even though Marvin was attempting to act perfectly at ease, he was not succeeding.

He liked the looks of his gorgeous young sister, and he was talking about Rex primarily to delay the inevitable, that moment at which she would return to her room and put her clothes on. He never dreamed that she could look so lovely. Every crevice of her was beautiful, and he could see why Rex was so disappointed at having to give somebody like her up.

He liked the creamy skin and the smooth asscheeks. He liked the way that the breasts sallied forward in such a firm, magnificent fashion. As for her face, it was radiantly beautiful, and he liked the apple-cheeked glow in her complexion.

"You know, Gail, you're as beautiful a sister as a guy could have," he finally said.

"Thank you, Marvin. I happen to think you're quite a guy yourself."

"I guess I shouldn't say this, but I've got all kinds of funny feelings running through me right now."

"That's interesting. What kinds of funny feelings?"

"I mean, like the feelings I get for some other girl. I mean, a girl who isn't my sister."

"Like romantic feelings, you mean?" she explored.

"I guess that's what I do mean," he sighed. "And that wouldn't be right either. Please don't hold it against me."

"I'm not holding anything against you," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, I can understand how you feel. I feel something of the same thing for you."

"You do?" his chin dropped with astonishment. "I certainly do. You know, you might not realize it, but I've been noticing you naked. I've seen you several times that way, and I've been very impressed. You look very handsome in the nude."

"You've got to be putting me on," he laughed. "Quite the contrary. I'm not putting you on at all. You look very good nude."

"I'll say one thing. I can't help but get excited when I see you that way."

"Then I guess we both have the same feelings toward each other."

"As weird as it seems, I guess we do."

"Why is it so weird?"

"I don't know. It just seems that way."

"I guess it really shouldn't."

"Shouldn't it?" a surprised Marvin asked. "No. We're both very attractive people. The fact that we're brother and sister really doesn't change that, does it?"

"No, in one sense it doesn't, but in another sense, it should. After all, we are related by blood and it isn't the same as if you were some girl that I had met at school, at a dance, or whatever."

"Maybe not, but to me it doesn't feel any different. I mean, I can't help but get excited just being around you."

"You really feel that strong?"

"I certainly do."

He looked at her for a long time. The longer that his eyes focused on her, the more excited he became.

She looked down at his trousers and observed the manner in which his penis was expanding.

Now he was moving toward her. His arms were trembling ever so slightly. He wasn't used to doing something like this. Marvin wasn't accustomed to being turned on by his own sister, yet he couldn't quarrel with his inner feelings. He was excited by her.

Now they were standing only several inches apart. Marvin reached out and threw his hands around her cheeks. He held her tender skin in his fingers, and then shoved his head forward.

Marvin's lips finally came to rest against hers. It was a soft, tender kiss, but one that sent bolts of electricity shooting through both of them.


CHAPTER TWELVE

"That was wonderful, as wonderful a kiss as anybody has ever given me," she sighed after he released his lips from hers.

Now her strategy was working to perfection. Her brother was highly excited, ready for just about anything.

She still felt, however, as if she had to steer him along into sex activities. So she reached down with her right hand and quickly unzipped his trousers.

"You're getting me more excited all the time," he told her.

"Maybe that's what I'm trying to do."

"Oh, baby, you're too much."

"Let's kiss again."

This time Marvin's head bolted forward rapidly as he kissed her lips with unswerving passion.

Her lips were overwhelmed by his touch. The longer that they remained pressed together, the greater the degree of excitement that they felt. Now he was overcoming his reservation. Now he was giving her exactly what she wanted.

He released his lips from hers.

"I'm afraid to go any further," he said.

"But we can't stop now, can we?"

"I must admit that it would be very hard."

"I think it would be impossible."

"I didn't want to use that word, but since you've used it for me, I guess I've got to agree."

Now the fingers of his right hand were moving slowly downwards toward her mound. He let his fingertips go to work on her pussy.

Her entire body began to twist and turn from the finger activities that he put forward.

She was now being overwhelmed by his touch. He knew just how to manipulate those fingers. He was very soft and sensitive in his stroke technique, and that got her more excited than ever.

"It feels so good to get this intimate with you," he said.

"Oh yes, I know, it feels so great to me too. We can't stop now, darling, we've got to give each other as much in the way of satisfaction as we can."

"Oh, I know. Maybe it's wrong, but I don't care. Right now I don't care. I need you, darling, I need you."

"Let's do it right now. Let's go all the way, darling, let's not hold back a thing."

"O.K., honey, you asked for it."

"I need it, I really need it."

"O.K., then you'll get it."

He reached down and grabbed a hold of her body, systematically gliding her downward to ward the floor.

Now she was lying there in the middle of the hall looking very vulnerable, her eyes filled with excitement.

He reached down once more and began to toy with her mound. As he allowed the fingers of his right hand to continue to work around her mound, he reached out with his left hand and let his fingers go to work on her asscheeks.

His fingers would work around one asscheek for a short time, then work their way to the other asscheek.

Back and forth those finger movements continued, and as they did, that hard rod of his became that much more intensely aroused.

"Oh, you look so great, you look so fantastic," he said. "You're just made to order for me, baby, I just can't hold back the excitement any more."

"Don't hold it back. We must express ourselves, baby, we really must."

"Yes, you're absolutely right. I agree with you."

While the fingers of his right hand continued to glide around her mound, Marvin let his tongue sink down between her breasts.

At first he licked the shadowy valley which separated her lovely breasts, then he shifted his tongue toward her right breast.

He went to work with great eagerness against her nipple. At first he devoted himself strictly to tongue activity, then he let his teeth nibble at her nipple.

"Oh, darling, you're too much, that's too much, that excitement is just driving me to the brink," she said. "Keep up that action, keep it up, I love it, I just love it. You're such a great lover. You know just how to provide me with the right kind of excitement, you're so sensitive, so sensitive, those tongue thrills are so sensitive. They really drive me out of my gourd with passion. Keep up that kind of action, keep it up, because I really love it. I love every second of it."

When he received that kind of optimistic praise from her, he was that much more motivated to provide her with satisfaction.

Now that tongue of his was working faster than ever, flipping back and forth as her body swayed with every movement.

"Oh, honey, are you ever great, do you ever know how to satisfy me," she said. "Keep that tongue working, darling, keep it working fast. Oh, now you're moving it quicker than before. I love that, believe me I do, keep it working, honey, keep that tongue going. Oh, I love your action, I love the way that tongue of yours is working, keep it stroking, baby, keep that tongue stroking, I want it, I need it, I need you to flip it around my breasts and nipples."

He kept up his tongue action for the next few minutes. He then quickly released his tongue from her breasts.

"Reach out and massage that penis of mine," he said at that point. "I really need it. It won't be long before I will just have to get that thing off."

"It sure looks good to me," she smiled. "You've got such a beautiful one."

"Thank you, darling."

"You're quite welcome. I speak the truth, honey, I like the size of that. The best thing I like about it, though, is that it belongs to you."

She reached out with her right hand and let it go to work on his penis.

Up and down she pumped with her hand over the base of his long rod. As she kept up the action, his body began to tremble.

"You are really great with the finger action," he said. "Keep it up for just a few more seconds. Work those fingers around faster, baby, that's the kind of action I need. Oh, are you ever getting me aroused. Keep up that finger work. Oh, honey, that's great."

She continued to work those fingers around. By the time a few more seconds passed, he could not hold back the enthusiasm he felt any longer.

"Turn loose, baby, turn the fingers loose," he said. "Now I need to take over. Now I need the action."

"Oh yes, darling, I hope that you'll shove that long rod of yours inside me."

"I need you. I need that beautiful mound of yours."

"I want you to have it."

"Hang in there, honey, because it won't be long now."

Now he was shoving his penis forward. As he did, he parted her legs gently with his fingers.

"That's such a beautiful mound, I can hardly wait to enter it," he said. "Just wait, darling, because I'm going to give you some real excitement."

"I need that kind of excitement."

"I know you do, and I'm right here to give it."

"Oh, baby, please do."

"Honey, oh honey."

He kept thrusting that penis forward until he let it enter inside her mound.

"Oh, now I'm in you, and it feels so great," he said. "You're so tight, darling, so unbelievably tight."

Back and forth he was letting that penis slip inside her. The longer that he kept it up, the faster his entire body began to move.

He thought her to be the most exciting and wonderful screw that he had ever had. The longer he kept up his activities, the better he liked it.

"Oh, this is so fantastic, it's so great shoving it inside there," he said.

"Keep it up, don't stop now."

"I won't stop until I shoot."

"Don't, darling, don't stop at all. You can't look back. Let's just enjoy it. Keep shoving it into me."

"Ah, you're so tight, it's so warm and inspiring inside there. Do I ever love shoving it around in there."

"Keep up that action."

"Oh yes. Oh, I like the way you're throwing up those hips to meet me."

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, Mother Nature is telling you how to do it. You're excited, darling, I know you are."

"Yes, I am."

"Keep up that level of excitement, keep throwing those hips into high gear. We're going to make it together, baby, we really are."

"Oh, that would be so great."

With driving zeal he kept on shoving that penis of his inside her mound. His heart began pounding out of control, and he knew that he would be exploding in very short order.

"Keep it up, keep up those driving efforts, I need it, I need you," she shrieked.

"I'm going to hold onto those asscheeks. They're so lovely, so wonderful, and I want to play with them. I'm going to keep playing with them."

"Oh yes, do it, do it."

"I will."

Back and forth he kept on thrusting with that huge rod of his. He kept up his fervent activities as he moved that much closer to the big moment of climax.

"I'm getting closer, I'm just about ready to juice inside you," he said.

"Then keep it up, don't stop now."

"Heavens no, I'm going faster now than ever."

"I can tell. Oh, this is great."

"We couldn't be going any faster."

"No, we couldn't."

As he got set to explode, he leaned forward and delivered a swift kiss to her lips.

At that point his body began to tremble. A stream of white juice then shot out of the end of his rod, winding up in her mound.

He released his lips from hers just as he was finishing the explosion.

"Oh, did you ever give it to me, oh, look at all the hot juice in there," she exclaimed excitedly. "It's wonderful, baby, what you just did to me.

What a wonderful screw, what a wonderful brother you are, what a great lover you are."

"I couldn't be that good," he laughed, as he patted her affectionately on the head.

"You're not that good, you're better," she said insistently.

"Come on now," he chuckled.

"You are. You're the very best. You couldn't be any better."

She leaned forward and delivered a kiss to his lips in appreciation of what he had done for her.

Now that it was over, they were still somewhat in a daze over how far they had gone.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

During the course of that weekend, Gail felt a little uptight about what she had done.

The more she thought about it, the more she wondered as to whether she was becoming jaded in her sex preferences. After all, it was something completely out of the ordinary for her to even contemplate having sex with her brother, much less following through with it.

She remembered how, when the semester started, she had been determined to hold off advances from the opposite sex. She had succumbed early to the charms of Rex Dwyer. Now that Rex was gone from her life, she found herself gravitating back to her own household. Now her sex desires were wrapped up in her brother's body.

Even though Marvin was very much of a swinger, he too felt a little bit funny about the idea of having sex with his sister. He made it a point to avoid coming into contact with her on Sunday, particularly when the folks were out of the house. He did not think that he could control his impulses. He was so strongly attracted to her that it was difficult for him to conceive holding back once sex was in the prospective offing.

She was still in a cloudy frame of mind when she attended school on Monday.

When she entered class, she got a look at Rex Dwyer. He looked at her with a sad-eyed expression, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

She sat down at her desk.

As she got her notes organized for the morning's lecture, Rex contemplated whether he could follow through with what he had intended to do. He had told himself that it would be a good idea to go up to Gail and talk to her in an attempt to clear the air.

Just as Mr. Johnson was entering the room, Rex heaved a sigh and got up from his desk. He had told himself many times that he would not swallow his pride, and that Gail, in the event she wanted to associate with him any more, would have to make the first overture.

Now he was going against that and walking toward her desk. It was immaterial to him at that point that he was overriding what he had told himself he would not do.

"Gail," he said, in an unsure tone of voice that completely startled her.

She had always thought of him as being supremely confident.

"Yes, Rex?" she said.

"Could I talk to you after class for a few minutes?"

"About what?"

"Personal. I'd just as soon let it wait till then."

"Certainly. I'll talk to you."

"Thank you."

Rex walked back to his desk, sitting down.

That class session he didn't even doodle. Most of the time he just sat blankly, looking straight ahead past Mr. Johnson. His mind was thousands of miles removed from the lecture on psychology that Mr. Johnson was giving.

As for Gail, she too was having difficulty concentrating on the lecture. Her mind would revert back to what had happened on Saturday with her brother Marvin, then would move forward toward the present, and the urgent manner in which Rex had stressed the importance of having a meeting with her.

The class came to an end and the students filed out of the room.

Since Rex was sitting in the back of the room and Gail was sitting in the front, it was Gail that reached outdoors first. She waited for Rex with a look of concern written on her face.

He finally arrived on the scene, a tense expression etching his features.

"I'd like to talk to you about us," he said with a deep sigh.

"I don't suppose there's much to talk about these days, is there?" Gail replied sadly.

"Maybe there is. I've been thinking about what happened that night."

"What night?"

"You know, the night that made all the difference. The one that you got so mad about. The more I've been thinking about it, the more I've concluded that I guess you're right. You know, many nights I've just laid awake sleepless, not even able to get to sleep. I've been thinking about this."

She could see the dark lines under his eyes. Gail did not doubt him for a moment. Now her hardness was melting and she was beginning to feel highly sympathetic towards Rex.

"I'm awfully sorry, Rex, if I bothered you with anything that I said," Gail told him.

"No, I guess I just had to pay the price of what I'd done. But I sure haven't been right the last couple of weeks. My coach has even asked me about it. We almost lost last week's game, even though we were playing a much weaker team. I fell apart, and when I fell apart, practically my whole offense did as well. We barely did manage to squeak out a win. But it's not even what's happening on the football field that's got me upset. It's just that I can see I probably did have the wrong attitude."

"I'm really sorry if X hurt you all this much. I had no idea that you would react quite this strongly."

"Neither did I," he nodded. "I figured that I was the type of guy who could get as many girls as I wanted. When you left me, I was angry. You know, as the big football hero and all, I'm not used to having girls walk away from me. Usually when there's any discarding to be done, I'm the one who does it. But you turned it around. So I was determined to make you feel lousy, so I made a deliberate effort to get acquainted with your girlfriend Emily right away. I figured that that would hit you hard."

"You were right. It did hit me pretty hard. In fact, it made me downright sick."

"I'm sorry I did that."

"Think nothing of it, you're upset."

"Well, anyway, what I'm leading up to is this. I owe you an apology for subjecting you to anything like that. I was taking you for granted, just like you said. I was looking at girls as nothing more than a hunk of luscious meat. I'll admit that I was more turned on with you than I was with the others, but that was because you were better looking and had a better body. But I was all wrong, completely wrong, I did take thing's for granted when I brought Moose, along. I bragged to him about what a beautiful chick you were, and how you would do just anything that I said."

"So he naturally wanted some action."

"Yes, he did. I told him that I could get it for him. I am awfully sorry. I guess it did leave you feeling humiliated."

"The important thing is that you are sorry. I accept your apology. And I'm sorry that I reacted that strongly."

"I think you had every right to," he said.

"It takes a big man to admit he's wrong, Rex, and that's what you're doing right now. I appreciate it, I really do."

"And I appreciate your attitude. Listen, are you doing anything tonight?"

She hesitated several seconds before answering.

"I was just planning on doing some studying, but I'm pretty well ahead. No, as a matter-of-fact, I'm not doing anything."

"How about going to a movie with me?" he asked.

"Gee, that sounds pretty good."

"How about me picking you up at seven?"

"I'll be ready then. Now I guess I'd better run, otherwise I'll be late for my next class."

"O.K., see you at seven," he waved to her.

Now his face broke out in a smile. The tension was completely gone.

She returned his smile, walking quickly towards her next class.

The more Gail thought about what had happened with Rex, the better it made her feel. Perhaps if she could get involved with Rex again, she would forget about her brother Marvin. It still bothered her greatly that she had had sex with him the previous Saturday.

The day zipped by for Gail, and now she was beginning to feel better about things.

She was ready when he arrived at seven that evening. As she got into the car, she sensed a difference in attitude between the Rex Dwyer of that crucial Saturday evening and the Rex Dwyer that she was confronting now.

He seemed a whole lot more humble, and far more concerned about her best interests. He was now treating her with a great deal of respect.

They watched the movie, after which he drove her directly home. Apparently he was determined to get back in her good graces the right way, by treating her with respect.

"Now, how was my behavior tonight?" he asked with a smile, as he pulled the car to a stop by the curb in front of her house.

"You were a perfect gentleman, Rex."

"Then do you think I can change my wolfish image?"

"Anybody can change."

"That's encouraging to hear."

"You're really a very fine fellow, Rex. You just needed to remove a few rough edges from your personality. We've all got things that we can improve on. As for me, I needed to remove a few rough edges from mine."

"I don't believe it," he laughed. "What rough edges?"

"Like you said in the beginning. I really was too much of a prude for my own good."

"Maybe a beautiful girl like you needs to be a little bit of a prude to keep wolves like me away."

"I don't think it's necessary to go as far as I did."

"Thanks for a wonderful evening," Rex smiled.

"And thank you."

"Don't mention it."

He leaned forward and delivered a tender kiss to her lips.

"Goodnight," she said after he broke the kiss. "See you around, honey," Rex said.

She got out of the car and walked back to the house.

This time as she walked toward her room, she noticed her brother Marvin doing a little studying in his room.

"Hello, Sis," he smiled.

"Good evening, Marvin."

"Had a date tonight?"

"Yes."

"That's good, it's good you're dating again. Who was the lucky guy?"

"I don't know if he was lucky or not," she laughed, "but I went out with Rex."

"No fooling. You mean you two buried the hatchet?"

"That's right. He came to me today and apologized over what had made me so mad before."

"Good for him. I'll bet he feels a lot better now."

"He told me he did."

"That's great."

As she walked into her room and closed the door behind her, however, something highly discomforting hit her.

She realized that those sparks that had been there in the early phases of her relationship with Rex were not there that evening. She had a profound admiration for him as a person that was beyond what she had felt for him in that light before. But the tremendous desires that she had felt for him were no longer present.

She did not recognize her changed reactions to the fullest extent until she entered the house and talked to Marvin. Just exchanging a few words with him was enough to cause her to feel sparks of excitement.

Unfortunately she had felt no such sparks when she had engaged in her goodnight kiss with Rex.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When she saw Rex in class two days later, he resumed his old familiar seat next to hers.

When she saw the big smile on his face when he entered the class, it made her feel good to know that she had accommodated him by going out with him. Things seemed a whole lot better with him feeling happy. But she was still bothered by the fact that she did not feel any excitement for him, whereas the excitement had bounded within her the first time that she had dated him.

As she thought about her feelings in greater depth, however, she concluded that perhaps things would change once she became acclimated to dating him once again. Maybe it was absence away from him that had created the different set of circumstances, she kept thinking, and in time, after becoming acclimated once more to him, her entire attitude would change.

He invited her to another movie that evening.

She eagerly accepted, doing her best to warm up to him.

Again he played the role of the gentleman all the way, doing nothing more than engaging in a few warm kisses with her after they left the theater.

"Listen, we're playing Saturday night," he said. "How'd you like to go to the game and meet me afterwards?"

"That sounds very good."

"Only it will be different than before. Moose won't be along. Neither will anybody else, just the two of us."

"Fine, that's better," she nodded smilingly. "O.K., then I'll tell you one thing. I'm really on my game this week. I feel better than I have all season long. Even better than I did the night of the game that you saw. You know, the one that we won by such a one-sided score."

"I'm very happy to hear that."

"You've made me feel better."

"I'm glad to be an inspiration to you."

"That's exactly what you are."

He leaned forward and delivered a kiss to her lips. Then he started up the car and drove her home.

Emily was at the game by herself Saturday night. Gail spotted her in the stands, sitting with her.

"So I hear things are on between you and Rex again," Emily smiled.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"From Marvin. I wondered why Rex wasn't paying much attention to me."

"I'm sorry. I hope you're not bitter about anything."

"Why should I be bitter?" Emily laughed. "There are other guys around. I frankly didn't think that Rex was that turned on with me in the first place. I had a feeling he might be using me for bait to get you back. But I didn't really care. It was great getting to date him for a little while anyway."

The game started and Rex was in top form. He wound up throwing three touchdown passes as his team prevailed by a thirty-four-thirteen score.

"Well, your boyfriend has really had a night of it," Emily looked at Gail and smiled in the closing stages of the game.

"Yes, he has. I'm very proud of him."

"Indeed you have a right to be."

The game ended and Gail walked with Emily towards the exit. Once they left the stadium, Gail said: "Well, I've got to meet Rex by the dressing room."

"Lot of luck, honey," Emily smiled. "I'll bet you'll find him in a very good mood."

"I imagine so, after the game he played."

"And the way the team won."

"That's right."

"Do you know any more about football now than you did when you went to that first game?"

"I'm learning. It's coming kind of slow, since I didn't know anything about it before. But I'm getting there."

"That's good. Goodnight now."

"See you Monday."

Gail walked toward the dressing room entrance, waiting for Rex.

He emerged with a big smile on his face. A number of well-wishers shook his hand and patted his back as he walked toward Gail. "Congratulations," she smiled.

"Thank you, dear," he threw his arms around her and kissed her lips.

He threw his arms around her and they walked toward his Mustang.

It made her feel good to know that, this time, there was nobody else there. She was alone with the football hero right after he had scored a great conquest.

"This time let's try another restaurant," Rex said. "I'd like to try a little Italian spot over on the other side of town, if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind. But I'm just curious. Why the change?"

"You know, I like the acclaim. I like people being happy when I score touchdowns and all, but it kind of gets to me at times. I mean, I get kind of tired of too much acclaim. Particularly after a game where I'm kind of tired. I want to be away from it all, away from the rest of the people. You know what I mean? I'm not being a snob or anything like that."

"I certainly know what you mean. You're saying nothing more than that you need your peace and quiet too, every now and then."

"That's really all I'm saying," he said. "I'm glad you see my point. So is it alright to go to that little Italian place?"

"Certainly. I'd like to be in a nice quiet spot myself."

The restaurant was on the other side of town. There were only three couples inside when Rex and Gail entered.

They had a quiet dinner. Gail asked Rex a few questions about the game.

"You know, you are a quick learner," Rex said. "The last time you didn't seem to know anything about football. Now you seem to know quite a bit."

"I asked quite a few questions of Emily tonight. I think I drove the poor girl half nuts."

"She's a nice kid, Emily," he nodded. "I'll bet she gave you some good answers."

"She must have, otherwise you wouldn't have said that I know that much."

"Maybe you've got a point there," he laughed. They left the restaurant, after which Rex made a suggestion.

"Would you like to go to my place for a cup of coffee or something?" he asked softly.

"As long as I'm not there too long. You know, it is getting pretty late."

"O.K., fine with me. We won't make it for too long."

He got on the freeway so he could get back to his apartment a little faster.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked as they got inside.

"I think that you mentioned coffee. That would be fine with me."

"I don't want to push the beer on you. That wasn't right to do that before."

"Coffee would be o.k."

"You know, I think I'll have coffee myself." They sipped the coffee as he sat next to her on the sofa. She could tell that he was getting excited. The thing that bothered her was that she could not feel the same kind of excitement for him.

After she finished the cup of coffee, he leaned forward and delivered a swift kiss to her lips. He let his lips remain against hers for a long period of time, and then released them from his.

She could see the look of hunger in his eyes as he peered at her.

"Oh, honey, you mean so much to me," he sighed.

He leaned forward and let his tongue enter inside her mouth.

Back and forth he let the tongue manipulate against hers at a rapid clip. All the while the tempo was rising within him.

Gail was doing everything she could to work herself into a romantic mood, but nothing seemed to work. The old spark that had easily been ignited within her on previous. occasions with Rex, was no longer there. Something was missing somewhere.

Even the lengthy French kiss didn't do the job. By the time that Rex released his tongue from her mouth, his penis was bulging with anticipation.

"Honey, let's go into the bedroom," he said softly, placing his right hand over her left leg.

"I'm not feeling well, dear," she said.

"That's too bad, I thought you were feeling well all night."

"I was for most of the night," she tried to be as inventive as possible, as she lied. "But something upset my stomach."

"I hope it wasn't the Italian food. You know, that stuff is kind of spicy, not just anybody can eat it."

"No, that was delicious. I'm sure that that isn't what it is. I just can't explain it."

"I'm really sorry, dear. Would you like to lie down for a while?"

"No thanks, I think I'd better go home now."

"I guess so, if that's what you want to do," he said.

Rex was trying to hide the disappointment, but it came through anyway, particularly in the eyes.

Gail could hardly face him as she left the apartment and walked toward the car. She knew how much it had meant to him to make love to her after a great football triumph.

She had disappointed him, but she had not wanted to. Gail had thought all along that she would become sufficiently aroused once she got to his apartment. But it didn't work out that way. She hadn't been aroused at all, and that was what bothered her. She remembered how excited she had become when she had had sex with him before. But she didn't have those same feelings now, and she couldn't figure out why.

"I'm awfully sorry, Rex, believe me I am," she told him as he pulled the car to a stop by the curb in front of her house.

"There's no need to apologize, you couldn't help it. You just weren't feeling well."

"I'm still sorry about it."

"There's no need to be. It's just one of those things. I still enjoyed tonight very much."

"Thank you. So did I."

"Goodnight, dear."

"I'll be seeing you."

The next day she threw herself into her studies. It perplexed her that she hadn't been able to get satisfactorily aroused by Rex.

On Sunday she observed her brother walking naked toward the shower.

She observed how quickly she became aroused at that point. She was unable to hold back the floodtide of emotions that she felt. They were charging through her entire body collectively.

She could not even concentrate on what she was doing during the course of time he was in the shower. She kept on envisioning him naked, and thinking about how wonderful it would be to have sex with him again.

He got out of the shower and walked back to his room. Again she observed what was going on. She saw his beautiful body and wanted it badly.

Once more she began to feel guilty, wondering if she wasn't jaded or something.

On Sunday evening, when she was preparing for an examination, she decided that she just had to talk to Marvin.

She walked over to his room and knocked on the door.

"That you, Sis?" he asked.

"Yes, it is. Could I see you?"

"Come in."

She walked into his room.

"I'm reviewing for a test," she said. "I was wondering if you could ask some questions for me."

"I'd be glad to. What's the class?"

"History."

"Unfortunately, it's one of my worst classes. I don't think I can help you too much."

"Yes, you can. I'll just give you a list of questions to ask me. All you've got to do is ask them, and I'll answer them."

"O.K., I guess I can do that anyway."

She handed him the list of questions and sat down across from him on the floor, where he was sprawled out.

She needed to be near him. She could See that he was a little diffident about being around her, in that he was so excited by her.

Marvin too had plenty of misgivings about having had sex with his younger sister.

As he went through the questions, she could tell that he was beginning to get a little fidgety. It was something that she knew to be related to his sexual desires. She did not want to mention the inevitable.

He finally finished asking the questions. She looked into his eyes and became more aroused than ever. Her parents were in the house so she knew they couldn't go all the way. But she needed to do something to express her love for him.

"Thank you, Marvin, for helping me," she said.

"I'm glad to help out any way I can," he told her.

"You're very sweet."

"Naw, I'm just your brother. I'm not really so sweet at all."

"But I think you are."

At that point she leaned forward and delivered a kiss to his lips. While she was bearing down, making it as intense a kiss as possible, she ran her fingers through his hair.

By the time that the kiss was over, she could tell that she had thoroughly aroused him.

"You'd better leave the room," he gasped. "I'm just too excited."

"I'd certainly like to have sex with you now," she conceded. "But the folks are around."

"I know they are, darn it. Maybe some other time."

"I'm kind of afraid about getting involved."

"So am I. But what are two people supposed to do when they are this turned on with each other?"

"That's the question that I'm trying to answer for myself, but I'm not having much success."

"Neither am I."

"Then we're alike in that respect."

She got up and left the room.

She could hardly sleep that night. She kept thinking about her brother, just across the hall from her. How she would have loved spending the entire evening in his arms.

Now she was beginning to see why she was no longer excited by Rex. Her brother had replaced him as her lover.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The following week Gail did her best to get excited about Rex all over again.

She determined in her own mind that, inasmuch as she had been thoroughly aroused by him earlier, she could once more become excited about him. She wanted badly to renew her romantic relationship with him so she could end her infatuation with her brother Marvin. The whole thing scared her, the idea about being that excited by her brother.

One evening after Rex had taken her to a movie, they went back to his apartment.

As he sat on the sofa next to her, she could observe his huge erection.

He finally looked at her with wide-eyed enthusiasm.

"Come on, honey, let's make it together tonight," Rex said excitedly. "You don't know how terrible these last few nights have been."

"What has been the problem?" she asked with concern.

"The problem is that I've been so excited for you that I didn't know what to do. I need you, baby, and I need you now."

At that point Gail did everything she could to summon up enthusiasm for lovemaking with Rex.

But for some reason no enthusiasm was forthcoming. She kept thinking of her handsome brother Marvin lying naked in his bed. He completely supplanted Rex in her estimation. It tortured her to have to come to that realization, but it was the only realistic one she could reach.

"I don't know how to say this, Rex, and, believe me, it's very painful for me to have to say," she began slowly.

"Come on, honey, and spill it out. What is the problem?"

"It's a terrible thing to have to admit."

"Go ahead."

"I hate to hurt you."

"If you don't hurt me now, you're going to do it later. Just not knowing the facts hurts me, so come on honey, out with it."

"Alright. Here's the problem. At one point I was very excited by you sexually. Now I have more admiration for you as a person than I did then. As a matter-of-fact, in those days I thought you were a pretty cocky character, and I really didn't like you very much as a person. But I was very much turned on with you sexually."

"So it's changed now?" his eyes narrowed with concern.

"It's just that now I feel all kinds of admiration for you as a person. I like you very much, Rex, believe me I do. It's just that now I'm not turned on with you sexually. I've tried, believe me I've tried, to get excited all over again. But it just doesn't seem to work. The excitement just doesn't seem to be there."

He got up from the sofa, pacing the floor restlessly for several minutes.

He turned around quickly and faced her. "You have no idea what this is doing to me," he said. "My head's just spinning around out of control."

"I'm very sorry. I felt that there was no substitute for the truth."

"I understand, but it doesn't make me feel any better."

"No, I don't suppose that it does. I'm so sorry that I don't know what to do."

"I know. I really believe you. I'm sure you are. It doesn't make me feel any better."

"I don't suppose that it does."

"I'm not trying to sound rude or anything, honey, but I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now. I'd just like to-be alone to think things out."

"I don't mind at all. As a matter-of-fact, I need to be going myself. I've got some homework that I've got to finish."

"I'm not trying to sound abrupt."

"I know you're not. You've taken this thing perfectly. As a matter-of-fact, better than I'd probably take it if it had happened to me."

"I just don't know what to do. Would you still go out with me?"

"Of course I would. As I said, I have deep admiration for you."

"As a person," he said solemnly.

"Yes, as a person."

"Well, I don't know if that would work out either."

"What's that?"

"I mean, us continuing to see each other. I don't know if that would work at all."

"Why not? I said I like you."

"I know you said that, and I'm sure you're leveling with me. You always have, and I appreciate that quality in you. But here's the problem. Just being with you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it. You see, it's one thing to get excited, but it's quite another when you don't have any release after you've gotten that excited."

"I get the picture."

"It isn't a very pretty one," he sighed.

She nodded, leaving the apartment. "Goodnight," she said.

At that point she was happy that she had her own car parked at his place that evening. It saved him the trouble of having to drive her home. Since he had had a long football practice, he asked her to meet him at his apartment that night.

When she had left for the date, it had been in the expectation that she would revive her strong passionate relationship with him that had taken place earlier in their association.

But it apparently would not come to be.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It was in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, and everyone else was gone from the household besides Gail.

She had heard her brother Marvin say that he would be back about three o'clock. He had gone out late that morning to play basketball with a few friends of his at the local gym. Now it was just a few minutes before three, and she was hoping that he would return on time.

Gail decided to make herself appear as appetizing as possible. She had thought about Marvin a great deal during the previous week, and the longer she thought about him, the greater the degree of need that built up inside her for some kind of meaningful sex release with him.

She undressed slowly in her room, taking off everything. It was her intention to show her brother her beautiful naked body at the very outset.

She then tiptoed across the hall into his room, sprawling out in the middle of his bed. She made certain that she even parted her legs properly, spreading them wide open so that he could get a good look at her mound.

Three o'clock passed. It was now approaching three-thirty, and Marvin had yet to make it back. She continued to lie there, getting hotter between the legs with every passing minute. She just had to see her brother right away.

At three-thirty, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

The sound could mean only one thing-that somebody had come home. It was just a question of whether it was Marvin or her parents, who were not expected back until much later.

To make absolutely certain that she was not taking a great big risk, Gail got up and walked over toward the window, looking down toward the driveway.

A big smile surfaced on her lips when she observed Marvin's Chevrolet parked in the driveway. She then observed him walking toward the front door.

She got back into bed, spreading her legs out in the same seductive manner as she had earlier. She wanted to look as enticing as possible, hoping to turn her brother on. She knew that he felt a little uncomfortable about their developing romantic relationship, and for that reason she had to put all or at least most of his fears to rest.

She lay there until she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. As her brother moved closer to his room, her heart began to pound with thunderous enthusiasm.

The moment that Marvin appeared in the doorway, he spotted his beautiful sister lying in the bed.

He gulped, being unable to speak for several seconds.

"Sis, what are you doing here?" he finally asked breathlessly.

"I was waiting for you."

"What are you trying to do to me? I don't think it's right for us to have sex like this. But I just can't stand being around you, particularly when you're naked like this. You're such a temptation."

"I feel the same way about you. I need you, Marvin, I need you right now."

"Oh, darling," he sighed.

Marvin then moved quickly toward her. He threw his arms around her and they engaged in a passionate exchange of French kisses.

Every time that Marvin's hot tongue attacked hers in a blistering fashion, more excitement rippled through their bodies.

Finally, when Marvin released his tongue from her mouth, he exclaimed: "Oh, honey, let's go in the shower together."

"What does that shower have to offer that this bed doesn't?"

"Some nice warm water. I'd love to soap you down and rinse you off. It's so sexy. You've never done that with a guy before, have you?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then you're really missing something. You'll enjoy it, honey, I assure you that you will."

"Oh, honey, I'll do anything that you say right now. I'm so hot for you, so excited, I was just lying there waiting for better than an hour. You couldn't have gotten me to move for anything. I wanted to see you, I wanted to see you badly."

"O.K., honey, I'm here, so let's get right to it."

"Oh yes, we will."

They walked into the bathroom. She watched as Marvin quickly removed his clothes, then his underwear.

Marvin stepped underneath the shower, adjusting it properly, then turning on the warm water at just the right temperature.

"Come on in, the water's fine," Marvin chuckled boyishly.

She climbed into the shower and they began to engage in vigorous activity. Marvin started things off by grabbing a soap bar and soaping down her breasts.

"These tits are so nice and firm," he said. "It really looks good when you soap them down. Just look at those bubbles."

"Hey, that is kind of exciting."

"Of course it is. I know what I'm doing."

"I guess you do."

"Oh, honey, you're such an exciting gal. Whether it's right or wrong, I guess I just can't resist you."

He released the bar of soap from her breasts, then watched as the warm water pelted against her lovely ivory skin.

Marvin reached out with his left hand and ran it over her firm breasts. As he did so, he pushed his head forward and let his lips plunge against hers in devastating fashion.

He took the soap once more, this time moving it down toward her buttocks. It made him feel good to run the soap over her white globes of flesh.

He kept it up for several long minutes, then decided to let the soap slip inside her anus.

He moved the soap around inside her anus, enjoying the movements greatly.

"How do you like that?" he asked her.

"I like it fine. It's just beautiful."

"Then I'll keep that action up."

"Oh, please do."

He kept up the soaping process for several more minutes, after which he was content to run his fingers over her warm flesh as it was simultaneously splashed with water.

After bathing Gail thoroughly, Marvin used the soap on himself, then rinsed all of it off.

"Now we're set to go back to the bedroom," he smiled. "Aren't you ready for more action?"

"Oh, yes I am. I was ready for action all along."

"But didn't this whet your appetite just a little?"

"It whetted my appetite quite a bit."

"That's good, very good. That's the way that I wanted it."

His fingers moved over her breasts hotly as they walked back into the bedroom.

"Let's get on this bed right away," he said. "Our bodies are nice and clean, just ready for some hot action."

"Oh, honey, do I ever agree with that. We're all set to go to work."

They climbed into bed together. He reached out and let the fingers of his right hand go to work over her vagina. He moved them at a stimulating pace, letting the tempo build up.

"Oh, this feels great, just delicious," she said. "Since our bodies are both nice and clean, I've got the urge to lick. I want to get down there between your legs and mouth you."

"That sounds so exciting."

"I know it does. I only suggest exciting acts."

"Based on what I've experienced with you, I'd have to agree. But then again, I'm so turned on by you, that just any act with you would be exciting. A whole lot more exciting than an act with anybody else."

"I'm so glad to hear that. It does so much for my ego," he laughed.

"Keep up the finger work, darling, I love it."

"I want you to reach out and grab hold of my penis. Work your fingers around it. Work those fingers beautifully, baby, because that's what will get us both good and excited."

"I follow you. You want to work the fingers around, then we can lick each other."

"That's precisely what I mean."

"You couldn't have said it any better."

Now her right hand reached out and grabbed hold of his penis. She began to massage first the tip of his rod, then worked her fingers up and down the entire base of it.

"You've got another hand you can use also," he told her. "I'll tell you what I want to do with that one. I want you to work the fingers of that hand around my balls."

"So you want some double action?"

"That's exactly what my old penis needs to get worked up. Then we can go down on each other."

"That sounds like a deliciously liberating way of having sex."

"It is, it certainly is."

Her fingers kept working at a flaming pace. Finally, he brought his actions to a halt.

"I need to lick you now, and I hope you want to lick me," he told her.

"I certainly do."

"Then put your body over mine. I want to see that ass grinding in my face. Then I'm going to put that tongue of mine to work on your mound. You're not going to believe just how much excitement I'm going to give you."

"With you, honey, I can believe anything."

"Thanks for the confidence. Now let's get it going."

She manipulated her body on top of his. Then she let her tongue loose on the tip of his penis, working it around eagerly.

"Now you're really giving me some great action," he said. "Keep that, up baby, keep working that wonderful tongue of yours around there. Oh, am I ever going to give you some action with my tongue. Just wait until I open up on that mound of yours. You're going to be twisting and turning like crazy, baby, when I start out with my action."

He fingered her asscheeks playfully, as her body began to sway with his movements.

"Ah, what an ass you've got," he said. "As good an ass as I've ever seen. Oh, baby, I've just got to lick you now. Now I'm going to lick you. Keep up what you're doing, and work the fingers around my balls too. They need the action, honey, believe me they do."

Just as she began to let her fingers go to work over his testicles, he leaned forward and began thrusting his tongue around her mound.

Her asscheeks twisted with greater speed then ever as he kept up those fervent movements.

He was carried away in a sea of passionate enthusiasm. He knew too that she was carried away to the extent where she would not be able to withstand much in the way of licking before she had to shoot.

They exchanged licks, working those tongues around with frantic ease.

Now he was driving her closer to climax. Every time that her body shook, it gave him that much greater thrill. He knew he had her precisely where he wanted her, and now it was just a question of getting her to the point where he would be swallowing every delicious drop of juice that bolted from her pussy.

As for his flaming penis, she was extending it to its very limits with her licking motions. The fingers continued to play with his balls while her tongue let loose with vigorous enthusiasm.

The one thing that he wanted was for them to climax at the same instant. He could tell that they were working their way towards that objective, and he hoped that his desire would soon become a realization.

Now he was beginning to taste the juices that were being emitted from her mound.

It got him so worked up, and it got Gail so enthused to be orgasming, that she worked her tongue quicker than ever up and down his lengthy rod.

Now he could feel that fervent itch that always preceded the moment of orgasmic juice.

The hot white liquid began to spurt out of the end of his long rod.

He heard her gulp and sputter as she did her best to hang onto every drop of liquid which bolted from the end of his rod.

After the double orgasm, he removed his tongue from her mound.

"Put your fingers to work on my cock," , he told her. "I'm ready for another orgasm. I want to do it with you again."

"I will. I will put the fingers to work. I'll do anything you say," she said with stout determination.

Now those fingers that he loved to feel on his penis were there once more, working their way zealously up and down his entire rod.

He observed the cock once more hardening to the ultimate length. It had gone down very little actually as a result of the orgasm, and now it was getting bigger, swelling with great enthusiasm.

"Oh, baby, now you can take your fingers off of that," he said. "I'm hot and ready to go. I just couldn't be more excited. Just look at the size of that thing."

"I'm thrilled by it."

"That makes two of us."

"Let's go to work."

"I'm with you completely."

He reached out and grabbed hold of her legs, parting them eagerly.

Once he finished parting her legs, he thrust his penis forward, letting it slip inside her mound. "What a tight fit," he gasped.

"It's great, it's great receiving you."

"Hang on tight, darling, because it isn't going to take long. I'm going to shoot off my juices very fast."

"I can tell. You're so excited."

"Oh, I am."

Back and forth he drilled her with his hard rod; "Oh, hang in there, honey, keep moving those hips like you are now," he said.

He liked the way that she was rocking back and forth to meet his every lightning thrust.

He was already gasping and puffing as he moved ever more quickly toward climax.

That hard rod of his was making great impact inside her mound as he kept on with the torrid thrusting.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she said.

"That's music to my ears."

"Oh, I need you, I need your thrusting."

"And I need you."

He threw his fingers around her breasts, letting the fingertips come to rest on her nipples as he kept on heaving his body back and forth and delivering solid, dominating penis shots toward her mound.

Now that rod of his was buried as deeply inside her as it could go, thrusting eagerly back and forth as he kept on driving it with great enthusiasm inside her.

"Oh, I'm getting ready to orgasm," he said. "Just keep those hips moving, darling, keep them moving, I need it, you need it, we both need it, oh, there I go, oh, it's going, baby, I'm going, baby, going, going, I'm orgasming, oh, oh, look at the cum, I'm cuming, cuming, oh, oh, oh, what a screw, what a great screw, oh, it couldn't be better."

Now he rolled off of her and heaved several deep sighs.

"You're just too much for me, darling," he smiled. "I'd like to go on with this for the rest of the night, but the folks will be home soon. We've got to get dressed."

"I guess we'd better. Thank you, baby."

"No need to thank me. I was just doing something that came as natural to me as breathing." They kissed, after which she got up from the bed and walked back into her room.

She felt alive with enthusiasm as she put on her clothes. Her objective had been met. She had seduced her brother once more.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Late the following afternoon, while both their parents were at home, Marvin knocked on Gail's room door.

"Yes, is it you, Marvin?"

"That's right. Can I come in?"

"Please do."

Gail put down the book she had been reading, looking up at her brother and smiling. He looked as handsome as ever to her.

"How'd you like to take a quick spin in my car?" he asked.

"What brought this on?"

"I need to talk to you. It's something very important."

"Can't you tell me what it is?"

"I'd rather not elaborate here. I'd just as soon talk to you alone. I mean, out of the house."

"Very well."

Since it was a brisk fall afternoon, she put on a coat.

"O.K., ready to go," she nodded.

They walked downstairs and left the house. "Where are you two going?" Mr. Thompson asked.

"Just for a drive," Marvin told his father. "We'll be back in a few minutes."

"We're having an early dinner today, you know."

"I know that. We won't be gone long," Marvin assured him.

Gail did not like Marvin's pensive, reckless manner as he began to manipulate the car down the road.

"Can't you tell me what it is now, Marvin?" she asked.

"Let's go to a park. I'll tell you there."

She wondered what all the mystery was about. He parked the car at the curb near the park, then they began walking along one of the paths.

"Let's sit on one of those benches over there," Marvin suggested.

"Fine with me," Gail nodded.

They sat down on the bench. Marvin looked at her painfully.

"I've come to a conclusion," he said solemnly. "We can't have sex any more."

"But why?" she asked.

"You know, I was going through all kinds of torture yesterday, even thought I was enjoying the sex greatly. I kept worrying about what would happen if the folks had come in. I was worrying about what it would do to both of us, and what it would do to the folks as well to know about it."

"But they don't have to find out."

"Afterwards I got to thinking about something else," he looked down toward the ground.

"What was that?"

"Whatever would happen if you got pregnant. I mean, I've now screwed you twice that way. You could easily have wound up getting that way."

"We'll watch it in the future. I'll take the pill. We'll do anything. We'll do anything we need to do in order to stay out of any trouble area. We can just do it orally. Come on, honey, I can't afford to lose you that way."

"You see, if you're talking that urgently now, what would you do if we had a long relationship? I mean, something that extended at least over a few months?"

"I guess I'd get over it in time."

"I doubt it. And even if you did, I don't know that I would."

"You're talking silly, Marvin."

"Am I?"

She looked into his eyes, then looked away. "No, I guess you're talking sense and I'm speaking emotionally," she finally admitted.

"That's exactly what I mean. I think that I probably have had something to do with the fact that you're not as turned on with Rex as you used to be."

"How did you know about that?"

"I can tell an awful lot about you. Besides, I've been hearing from some of Rex's team mates that he's getting moody again. Just like he was before after he had the argument with you."

"You're an awfully shrewd guy, Marvin. And you're too logical to argue with from that point."

"I want the best for both of us, baby, believe me I do. It's just as tough an adjustment for me to make as it is for you. Who knows, maybe tougher."

"I don't think it could be tougher," she said sadly.

"We've just got to end it, end it right now," Marvin said determinedly.

He reached out with his right hand and patted her on top of the head affectionately.

Gail realized at that point just how right he was.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

It was several days later, and Gail was still moping in the dumps over breaking off her affair with Marvin.

She walked out of class with Emily, her mind obviously elsewhere. Emily was able to pick this up.

"You really have been acting strange today," Emily said.

"Huh?" Gail's daydreaming was shattered.

"Something's on your mind, that's for sure, and I don't think it pertains to the class we just left."

"Oh, I've just been feeling kind of restless lately."

"Okay, restless one. Let's go have ourselves a cup of coffee. As a matter-of-fact, to make it more enticing, I'll even buy."

"That is some kind of occasion," Gail managed a chuckle.

"Come on now, my dear. You're exaggerating."

They walked into the cafeteria and poured themselves some coffee, settling into chairs at an empty table, where they began sipping. Once more Gail resorted to staring into space.

"Come on now," Emily said. "We've been old friends now for some time. I wish you'd tell me what ails you."

"I have this terrible feeling of loneliness."

"For heaven's sake, I can't figure out why," Emily threw her a startled look.

"Why does that seem so strange?"

"A girl with your looks? Don't be silly."

"What do my looks' have to do with it?"

"Just this, baby. When a girl was going for her what you do, then if she's lonely it just has to be her fault. There are guys all around this campus that absolutely drool anytime you walk within thirty feet of them."

"Now that has to be some kind of preposterous exaggeration," Gail shook her head. "I don't think that I exert that powerful an influence on the young men around here."

"Like hell you don't. Listen, honey, you've been in a shell the last few days, and a few weeks ago you were in the same boat. I don't know what exactly is the problem, and if you don't want to tell me about it then that's okay, because there are certain things that I myself keep secret from the rest of the world. Or at least try to. But there's one thing that I've just got to tell you. Get off this kick. Whatever it is that happens to be bugging you, just put it behind you and fast."

"I suppose you're right," Gail conceded, as she took a sip from her coffee.

"I'm not always right, but I certainly am now.

Just shake this thing off and have a little fun. I'll walk through the library and see you there with your heart and head both buried in a book. Don't try and run away from your problems and life itself by throwing yourself into your studies. Has that worked?"

"No, I can't say that it has."

"I didn't think so. So take my advice for what it's worth. Get in there and live a little. Smile every now and then when somebody looks your way."

"I'll try to."

"Have you seen Rex lately?"

"Yes, in class."

"You two were a hot twosome just a short time ago. Whatever happened to you?"

"I really can't say," Gail answered slowly. "Things just seemed to cool off all of a sudden."

"Who was responsible for the cooling?" Emily zeroed in quickly.

"I guess I was."

"There's no guessing about it. You were responsible and I fully know it."

"How do you know that?"

"Remember, I know both you and Rex. I happen to know how broken up Rex has been lately. Did you see his last football game on Friday night?"

"No, I couldn't go."

"Couldn't or didn't go?"

"Okay, I didn't go."

"That's better. You've got to face facts, dear, before things can hope to get any better."

"What about the game?"

"Well, Watkins lost its first game of the season."

"That's too bad."

"Poor Rex blamed himself. I saw him in a restaurant after the game and nobody could talk to him. We kept telling him that it wasn't his fault, but he just wouldn't listen. I'll tell you, we might have lost that game anyway, but it definitely wasn't one of Rex's better efforts. Everybody knows that, especially Rex."

"What went wrong?"

"Even though Rex comes on like the happy extrovert, there's a side of him that's very introverted. He's a brooder when things aren't going quite right. You've gone with him. Haven't you ever noticed that?"

"Yes, I guess I have."

"I guessed as much," she nodded. "So here's what I figure. I think that he's been doing a lot of brooding about you. I think that's what has thrown him off. You know, he was talking to me last week and the subject of you came up."

"What did he say?" Gail curiously inquired. "He was very disturbed. He said that he could tell that something went wrong somewhere along the line between the two of you. He said he tried to do everything he could to make things right again, but that nothing seemed to work. He finally decided that you had met somebody else that you liked better than he did, and that you didn't want to tell him that. He figured you were trying to let him down easy, but that in reality it was hurting him a lot more not to be leveled with all the way."

"That's what he said?"

"Yes. Have you met someone else?"

"No," Gail's heart beat rapidly as she thought about Marvin. "I can't really explain what did happen. All of a sudden that certain spark that had existed between us before extinguished."

"Then maybe it's time for it to be relit."

"Perhaps you're right. I just can't say for sure right now. I don't seem to know anything for sure anymore. But you might be right. I sure feel bad about him not playing a good game the other night when it was so important to him."

"You should have at least been there to watch him, you know."

"I know I should've."

"Surely you knew about the game. There was a big pep rally at the gym Friday afternoon."

"I didn't go to the pep rally, but I did know about the game. No, I can't use that as an excuse."

"I know that you never went to football games until you started getting involved with Rex."

"But I knew about that game. I feel real bad that I didn't go."

"There's another one Saturday night, you know."

"No, I didn't know that."

"As a matter-of-fact, if we can win it we've still got a chance at the conference championship. That loss last Saturday hurt us, but not to the point where we're out of it. But if we lose this Saturday night it's all over. Why don't you go on Saturday?"

"I will."

"Good. Your brother Marvin is taking me."

"I sure hope Rex will play a better game. I hate to think of him being depressed. He's really a great guy."

"I think that if you'll just start treating him a little more like you did before that depression will be over. At least give yourself and him one more chance."

"All right. I will. I'd been thinking about that, but I just haven't been able to bring myself squarely to the moment of truth. Now I will."

"Atta girl," Emily smiled, finishing her coffee. "Well, I'd better be going. I've got another class to get to."

"Thanks for everything."

"You're quite welcome. A nice girl like you shouldn't be in the dumps."

Two days later Rex and Gail saw each other in class. Rex was on the subdued side, but Gail greeted him with a smile. Now he was starting to look like the appealing man she had thought him to be when they first met.

"Hello," Gail said softly.

"How are you?"

"I'll be just fine just as long as you throw some touchdown passes and lead Watkins to victory Saturday night."

"I didn't know that you cared," he said, as he slid his body into the desk.

"I certainly do. With your fine example I've turned into quite a football fan."

"That's real good to hear," he began perking up. Now the color was surfacing in his face. "And I'll be there cheering you on."

"The best looking rooter on the whole campus. Or any other campus, as far as I'm concerned."

"Now I don't know about that."

"But I sure do."

At that point he leaned over and gave Gail an affectionate hug. She felt good all over from the body contact. She told herself that she had recovered from her affair with Marvin.


CHAPTER NINETEEN

Saturday was a warm, clear evening, and Gail settled back in the stands with great expectancy as the game begun.

At first she had thought that it would be torture to sit with Marvin, but Gail was determined to bear up under it. After all, he was with Emily, who had tried in every way she knew how to help her over a bad case of the blues.

Much to her satisfaction, however, Gail found that she became so intensely interested in the game on the field that she was hardly aware of Marvin at all. Her eyes were focused constantly on Rex, and she was eagerly hoping that his game performance would be one of his best ever.

The game remained scoreless for three quarters. Then early in the final period Rex threw a long touchdown pass. Late in the game he threw yet another to bring his team an impressive victory, which left Gail in an ecstatic frame of mind.

"I guess you'll be waiting for the conquering hero outside the dressing room," Marvin grinned.

"Of course," Gail nodded.

"He certainly was superb tonight," Emily said.

"Yes he was," Gail said.

A few minutes later she bid Marvin and Emily a good evening, walking over and standing nervously outside the dressing room for the appearance of Rex.

It made her feel good to know that the old feelings were back. Perhaps Rex had left her cold for a short time during her torrid affair with her brother Marvin, but now things had swung back to where they had been before Marvin entered the scene.

She heard cheers and bursts of loud applause and looked up, observing Rex walking out of the dressing room. It made her feel good all over to know that he had performed so well.

He threaded through the crowd until he reached Gail. He threw his arm around her.

"Congratulations Mr. All-American," Gail told him.

"Thanks, but spare me the honors."

"Why? They're deserved."

"No, the team deserves all the honors. They played real well. Without those good blocks I got, I wouldn't have time to throw as many completions as I did."

"I do approve of your modesty," she smiled, as she walked toward the parking lot with him. "You've really changed a lot from-the cocky old Rex that I knew."

"Do you like the new Rex better?"

"Yes I do, even though I realized that the old one had many good points as well."

"You're so damned sweet," he leaned over and kissed her lips.

They continued walking. As they reached Rex's car he stopped and looked at Gail.

"Are you real hungry now?"

"No, not really. But you should be. I mean, you've certainly put in an evening of it."

"I'd just as soon go back to the apartment rather than to a restaurant like we usually do. That is, provided you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind at all. But you should be pretty hungry."

"Maybe it's just the excitement of the big win and all, but I'm really not. At least not this minute."

"Then I'll tell you what. I'll fix you something at the apartment if you need anything."

"Okay, I'll take you up on that," he smiled, opening the car door and letting her inside.

By the time that they arrived at Rex's apartment, the vigorous football star was thinking not of food, but strictly of lovely Gail. He eyed her hungrily for several long minutes, then threw his arms around her.

The first time that she kissed him provided the big test for Gail. She had to find out whether the old zing, the heat she felt between her thighs whenever she kissed him, had returned.

Up until that moment Gail did not know but what she was immersed in a combination of hero worship of an athlete coupled with the sympathy she felt toward him over the way that she had previously cooled off their relationship.

But now her entire body was reverberating from the shock waves of his devastating kiss. She reached forward and met his lips with eagerness.

After he released his lips from hers, she leaned forward and let her lips plunge against his.

"Now the old sing is back," she smiled.

"Yes, our romance is back to where it was before."

"Which is wonderful."

"You said it."

This time their tongues bathed with uninhibited joy. Everything was looking rosier now for both Gail and Rex.

Her affair with Marvin was now behind her, and Gail was convinced that Rex was the man of her dreams.


The End