Dreams of a Virgin (8 page)

To stop the pain, I pulled out. She let out a
deep breath.

“Ooh. That was terrific. Meet me here
tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

With a grin ear to ear on her face, she went
back in with Raymond. Just as I got calmed down, Heather came out,
wearing nothing.

“You must be bored out here by yourself.”

“A little. Where’s Craig?”

“Oh, I told him I had to use the little
girl’s room. Actually, he wanted to control the situation. I like
to be in control,” as she looked me over from head to toe.

“Not me. I’m not a forceful type.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

She slowly unbuttoned my shirt. As she
removed it, I wrapped my arms around her. She took my arms and
placed them by my side.

“Uh-uh. No touching the merchandise.”

I agreed. She rubbed her hands up and down my
hairy chest. She rubbed her face up and down my chest.

She placed her hands down my drawers and
massaged my manhood. She brought down my pants. She dropped to her
knees and placed my manhood into her oral orifice. She turned into
a human vacuum, trying to suck me dry. Having done it once already,
there was not much left. She gently nibbled on my carrot.

As she did this, I ran my hands through her
thick, lustrous brown curly hair. A few minutes later, she
stopped.

“Wow, you were great. See ya tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

Five minutes later, all six came back fully
dressed, none knowing what the others did. As my friends and I
left, they waved good-bye. As I looked back, all three winked at
me.

The next day, I went back alone. Mackenzie
answered the door.

“Hi, Jeff. C’mon in,” holding my hand.

As I went in, Taylor was sitting on the
couch, watching TV. Heather was in the kitchen. Both looked at me
and smile.

Mackenzie sat me on the sofa, between her and
Taylor. In came Heather.

“Thanks for coming back,” all three said in
unison.

“It was no problem coming to see three
beautiful women like you.”

Upon hearing this, the three kissed me,
Mackenzie on one cheek, Taylor the other, and Heather my forehead.
I felt a hand on each leg.

Heather went back to the kitchen to finish
dinner. I sensed that dessert would not be cooked. Fifteen minutes
later, dinner was ready. The four of us sat at the table to enjoy a
nice roast chicken dinner with green beans and mashed potatoes.

After we finished, they tried to lead me to
their rooms. It was there that they realized that the other two
were interested in their man. At first, I thought an argument was
to ensue. It turned out the fight was on whose room to use. Upon
review, we used Heather’s room, as it was the biggest.

The three proceeded to undress me, one high,
one middle, and one low. They undressed each other. I started to
get aroused.

We moved to the bed. They lay me down.

Heather lay to my right, Mackenzie to my
left, and Taylor on top. I was smothered with kisses from head to
toe. Six ivory breasts before me. Six luscious drumsticks twisted
around me. Six ruby red lips covering my every part with tender
soft kisses.

To be fair, they rotated. Taylor switched
with Mackenzie. After a while, Mackenzie switched with Heather. I
just laid back and enjoyed everything. This was the greatest
experience of my life.

Until I woke up. I knew something like this
had to be a dream.

How many men have had fantasies about winning the big
game for your school? Well, Jeff did. Let’s see how his fantasy
turns out.

Senior year. I was not that good, but I tried
out for the football team once again as a running back. I never
started my first three years. I didn’t even touch the ball.

I thought this year, as a senior, I could
play. But no. I was third string back. A junior got the starting
nod. Another senior beat me out as well. I didn’t quit. I knew if
one of them got hurt that I might get in the game.

As it turned out, our team finished
undefeated. I still got no credit. I only appeared in one game, the
seniors’ game, and, even then, I never touched the ball.

Our star back rushed for over fifteen hundred
yards. The second back rushed for over six hundred yards. The
quarterback rushed for around five hundred yards. I rushed for zero
yards on zero carries. It didn’t matter because we were in the
playoffs.

We won our first game easily 41-6. Our second
game wasn’t as easy, but we still won 35-21. Our state semifinal
was a struggle, but we prevailed 28-24.

In those three games, still no action for me.
My tail was used to the pine by now. I knew I wouldn’t get into the
championship game.

We were playing one of the greatest teams in
state history. They gave up only two touchdowns all year. They
averaged thirty-eight points a game. By halftime. Their quarterback
was named National Player of the Year.

I was just there to support my team. The long
four hour trip to the game, I was thinking, “Do I regret trying out
and failing again even though I’m going to the championship?
No.”

I suited up in the locker room. Coach Strager
gave us our pep talk. We said our prayers and headed to the
field.

Throughout the game, defense made big plays.
Halfway through the first half, our number two back turned his
ankle. He was out for the game. I thought I’d get a chance to play.
Coach Strager decided to go with just the main back.

We went into the locker room at halftime in a
scoreless tie. I knew that if we were going to win, we’d have to
control the ball. Which meant no action for Jeff.

The second half continued where the first
left off. No scoring. With five minutes left in the game, our star
back took a hard hit on third down. He bruised a rib. He was out
for the game. That meant I was the number one back now. But it was
fourth down, and we punted. The only way I would get in was if we
got the ball back.

Their team drove down to our two yard line.
We put up our goal line stand. Three tries to get two yards. They
gained nothing. Fourth down. They tried a field goal. I figured a
nineteen yard field goal, a chip shot, it was sure to be good. He
kicked it. Wide right! He missed it.

We got the ball back. I went into the game.
There was 1:39 left to play. There wouldn’t be much running here.
Ninety-eight yards for a touchdown. We only needed a field
goal.

Our quarterback hit receivers left and right
with precision sideline passes. He ran for ten yards. The drive
stalled at their forty. Pass for five yards on first. Two straight
incompletions. Fourth and 5. Twelve seconds left. Too long for a
field goal.

Coach Strager decided to run. I was not
scouted. How could they scout me? I’d never touched the ball. If I
didn’t make the first down, we’d go to overtime. If I did, we’d
stop the clock and kick the field goal. I started getting
nervous.

We lined up. Quarterback took the snap and
put the ball in my breadbasket. I started to the outside. No room.
I cut back to the inside. Big hole. I ran as fast and hard as I
can. I slipped a tackle. I got the first down, but I was not
stopping there. I was thinking touchdown. I ran right down the
middle of the field. My receivers threw some key blocks for me. I
was running out of gas. They were catching up to me. So, at the
three, I dove with what I had left for the end zone. As I hit the
ground, time expired. Touchdown! We won 6-0!

The next thing I knew, everyone was running
toward me. They picked me up, players, cheerleaders, fans, band, up
on their shoulders and carried me off the field. In that brief
instant, I went from a nobody to the most popular kid in school. I
knew then that I could get any woman I wanted.

I took a shower, got dressed, answered a few
hundred questions from the press, and went to the bus. As I got on
the bus, the cheerleaders pulled me off. They told me I was riding
back with them. Four hours with cheerleaders. How could I resist
ten of the most beautiful women in the school?

They surrounded me on the bus. Kisses from
everywhere. Touching from everywhere, on everywhere. Overall, four
hours of total pleasure.

The next night, there was a party to
congratulate the team on its first state championship. The party
was going okay. Then the man of the hour, me, walked in. Again, I
got mobbed. Kisses from every woman there. Handshakes from every
man there.

Coach Strager called me up. He presented me
with a plaque: “MVP of the State Championship 1988". The crowd
applauded. I was speechless, for a while.

“Thank you all. I had to wait four years for
this moment, to touch the ball. With this type of reception, I
couldn’t have picked a better time to do it. I regret that I did it
at the expense of my teammates. I don’t deserve this award for just
one play. These guys got us this far. I just finished it off. So,
I’m going to share this with my fellow teammates. Again, thank
you.”

I received a standing ovation, not that they
were sitting anyway. I mingled with the crowd. I went inside to get
a breather. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over. It was
Schyler, the prettiest, most popular girl in school.

“Hi, Jeff,” in a sexy voice.

“Uhh. Hi.”

“Is there somewhere we can talk?
Privately?”

“I’m sure we can find somewhere.”

We looked around and found an empty room.

“You know, you looked good out there last
night.”

“Thanks.”

“You know, as the most popular guy in school,
you get to be seen with the most popular girl. And you know who
that is,” as she pressed me against the wall.

“I sure do.”

“Well, we don’t have to limit it to being
seen,” as she blew softly in my ear.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.” She planted a deep, hard
kiss on me. I had to take off my glasses; she’d steamed them up.
She started to unbutton her blouse. So, I unbuttoned my shirt. She
unfastened her bra.

“Besides, only the most popular men get to
see these,” as she lowered her bra. She was so very developed. “And
only the most popular men get to feel these,” as she placed my
hands on her melons. “And only the most popular men get to taste
this,” as she inserted her tongue in my mouth when we kissed.

She started to unfasten my pants, but she had
trouble pulling them down over my boner. She left her skirt on, but
pulled down her panties. She placed them on my head. My cucumber
got planted into her fertile soil.

This was the greatest feeling of my life. I
was making out with Schyler. Every guy’s dream at my school.

As we finished, I had one of those “cat that
just ate the canary” type grins on my face. She was like, “Ho
hum”.

As I went back to the crowd, I grabbed some
punch and mingled some more. By the time I left, I had phone
numbers of every cheerleader, ten other females, and the biology
teacher.

When I got home, my answering machine was lit
up like a Christmas tree.

“Hi, Jeff. This is Gillian. You doing
anything next week? If not, give me a call. Bye.”

“Hey, Jeff. It’s Beth. If you’re not busy
next week, give me a call. I’d love to do something with you.”

“Hello, Jeff. Jim Lichtenberg here. Listen.
Heard about your game and called to see if you wanted to play
football here at State University next year. Gimme a call, okay?
Bye.”

“Hey, Jeff. It’s me, Stacy. Hey, whatcha
doin’ Saturday? I’ll be waiting for your call, honey. Bye.”

I’d never gotten messages before. Now all
this? No sooner did the messages stop than the phone rang
again.

“Hello? Hello?”

No answer. I heard a beeping in my ear. That
was when I realized I picked up the phone in my sleep, and that I’d
dreamt the whole thing.

Even the most ordinary person has those times when he
wants to just let loose. All he needs is a little incentive.

After a long week working at the bank, I
needed to unwind. I went with a few friends clubbing. After a few
drinks, we hit the dance floor, acting like we could dance but not
a decent move among us.

That was when this amazing redhead came up to
me and started dancing with me. I mean, not just dancing, but
grinding on me. Now, either there was a roll of quarters in my
pocket, or this was really turning me on. No change in my
pocket.

Hailee was the total opposite of me. She was
spontaneous, outgoing, lived by the seat of her pants. (And what a
beautiful seat it was.) Me, I was the quiet introvert who played by
the rules to the letter. I knew opposites attract, but this was
ridiculous.

We danced the night away. After last call,
she said goodbye.

“It doesn’t have to be goodbye. In fact, I
wish it wasn’t.”

She laughed and walked away.

Next Friday, it was 4:55, five minutes until
closing time. I was preparing my final count of my drawer.

Lo and behold, who should walk in but Hailee,
looking even more beautiful than I remembered. She walked right up
to me and kissed me long and hard. “Miss me?”

Now, of course I had missed her, but I
couldn’t let her know that. “And you are?” I couldn’t say that with
a straight face.

She hid under the counter until we closed and
everyone else left. It was just her and me, alone inside the
bank.

“Can I tell you a dirty little secret? I’ve
had this fantasy about doing it in a bank vault, rolling around in
money.”

“Really?”

“Do you have access to the vault?” She bit my
ear. “Because I could definitely make it worth your while.”

When she said that, I would dig through that
vault with my fingernails to make her happy. Fortunately, I knew
the combination.

As soon as I opened the vault door, she
pushed me inside and tackled me. She looked over and saw a huge
stack of old bills that were to be taken on Monday to be shredded.
She grabbed handful after handful and tossed them in the air. The
floor was covered in money.