Robofootball: Doublespin

“Did you get them?” Carly asked anxiously.

“Yes,” Jess produced a plastic grocery bag with a little box inside.”

“Where did you go?”

“Up to the Wal-Mart in Houghton Lake.”

“Anyone see you?”

“Nah, I used the self checkout.”

“Well, that’s good.” Neither could fathom a time when the small town pharmacist could give a randy teenager a look not unlike a tough dad appraising his daughter’s first car date in a negative light. Worse if there was an older lady clerk or cashier who happened to be a busy body or one of the town’s prime gossips. In that case, everyone in town, and their sisters outside of it, would know who was sleeping with whom.

“Well, let me take a look,” added Carly. “Ah, Trojans.”

“They’re the mascot for USC,” Jess said as he blushed furiously.”

Carly giggled, “Yeah, I assume they took that name from the ancient Greek warriors, kind of like the Spartans at Michigan State.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“I suppose they’re strong then,” Carly said somewhat sarcastically. “Ultra thin too, says so on the box.”

Jess just shrugged as Carly tore open the box. She found 3 little packets loosely connected and split one off from the herd. She tore a little side piece from the one after dropping the other two back in the box, but did not open it all the way. She was just a little nervous too, but not as much as Jess. They both passed into a brief uncomfortable silence on Jess’s bed, still fully clothed.

“Are you sure your dad isn’t coming home soon?”

“If he does, it probably won’t matter.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s gotten bad, real bad.”

“Oh?”

“Saturday night is now his bar night. Since mom died, it seems all he does now is drink, even on weeknights, he never did that before. Fridays he plays cards with his buddies I guess, but he drinks there too.”

“He doesn’t drive does he?”

“I don’t think so. Usually my Uncle Larry will drive him back. Uncle Larry doesn’t drink much. Even if dad did come home, he’d be too drunk to say much, probably pass out on the couch and wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom.”

Carly didn’t know what to say as she paused a minute, then another. “There’s always AA.”

“Maybe,” said Jess.

“You can’t talk to him can you?”

“Not really.”

“Maybe you should try Uncle Larry.”

“I don’t know,” said Jess who was clearly in a quandary, an uncomfortable one at that. It wasn’t quite the mood that Carly was looking for and she purposefully changed the subject.

“How about some music?”

“Sure,” said Jess. “What do you want to hear?”

“How about my special CD?”

“It’s out in the truck.”

“Oops I forgot, your little bookshelf stereo doesn’t have a CD player, do you have my songs on your IPod?”

“Well, mixed up here and there, just not altogether. You know, I can play it through my computer, it has a subwoofer and 4 speakers, better sound than my stereo.” Like every teenage boy, Jess had the requisite television, X-Box, Nintendo WII, and a pile of PC games to go with his computer. “Wait here, I’ll go get it.”

Carly sat on his bed and took a good look around his room. It was probably only half the size of her own, but the small single bed seemed to make it bigger. Conversely, her own canopied queen bed appeared to make hers smaller. He had a cheap 6-shelf bookcase that was sparse on books but heavy on trophies, various awards, pennants, and sports certificates. The walls were covered with cheap posters from sports stars to rock groups along with some comic movie book characters, particularly ‘The Avengers’ either grouped together or individually. Optimus Prime was there too hovering over Bumble Bee and a few other select Autobots, the kind face of Atom, ‘The Real Steel’ robot was there as well. There were no pinup models. She smiled. She didn’t think that he had any hidden porno books either; nevertheless, in their generation, most everything was on the computer.

The walls were painted a medium blue but she surmised that about 90% of them were covered, giving the room a darker appearance, especially if the curtains were drawn as they were partially now. The room was somewhat L-shaped to accommodate a small half bathroom outside of it. There was a built-in desk in a bit of a cubby hole. She had spent a lot of time there, more so than on the bed as she tutored him on the hard subjects that he seemed to have little interest in. He did okay, but unlike her, she could tell that his heart and passion were not quite in academics. She wondered how smart or what his potential might have if he truly applied himself to such endeavors. He did enough to get by, satisfied with B’s when he could’ve worked harder to get A’s. He was a quarterback which was supposedly the most difficult position on the field if such a measure could be applied to football. She had no doubt that he memorized the play book and never forgot or mixed up plays like some of his teammates that he complained about, if only to her. The desk was almost as long as the bed and held his computer.

“Found it,” he said as he strode in.

“Great,” Carly answered as she watched him move. He was graceful, that was for sure. No awkwardness, no wasted movement she observed. He seemed lithe, like a cat, and there was little doubt of his physical abilities and overall athleticism. Some had it, some did not. Jess had it.

“I’ll stick it in,” he said as he hit the little button on the computer’s disk drive.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Carly couldn’t resist and giggled.

Jess fumbled and actually missed the button to retract the drive on the first try.

She laughed, “You gonna fool around with that all night? Come over here.”

Jess got it right the second time and adjusted the volume downward. Two speakers were on the desk corners and two more were on the floor with a box-like subwoofer that was a little bigger than a shoe box. He bent down to adjust the volume as Carly studied his backside. He was lean all right with a tight muscular ass, very little fat and certainly not even the hint of a sag like that of an older man.

“That’s good, now come here,” she beckoned again.

When he looked up, he froze like a deer in the headlights. She had stripped her blouse off revealing a leopard skin bra that was packed, more like overflowing. He felt his face burning some, but there was unseen movement between his own legs. He was growing.

“Come here Jess,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He did as he was told and sat next to her. She put her left hand on his right shoulder and her right hand on his left rib cage that had now fully healed since it had been months since football season, and then she threw her weight into it and rolled him on his back.

“How’s that for, what do you call it, a sack?” She whispered grinning while showering him with kisses. She kissed his ear, the corner of his eyes, cheeks, and a little faint stubble on his chin.

“Not bad,” he answered groping for his lips with his own, finding them.

“Oh wait a second, I almost forgot.”

“What?”

“I brought a few candles, do you have some matches?”

“Somewhere I think.”

“Well go, find some, she whispered heavily.

“Okay,” he answered as he got up awkwardly. A little of the gracefulness slipped as he walked hunched over.

She giggled as she noticed a distinct bulge in his pants, “Be careful,” she added. The heat was building in her as well as a couple of droplets moistened her panties; however, unlike boys, nothing showed externally for her for the moment.

When he was gone, she pulled 4 little candles about the same diameter as tea lights, only taller at 2 ½ inches in height. She had 4 matching glass holders and had packed them in her larger Dooney & Bourke purse that was splattered with “D” & “B” all over it, just for the occasion. She put a couple on the desk, one on his dresser, and another on a small night stand. He seemed to be taking a good deal of time, so she stripped out of her jeans and socks, rolled the covers down on the bed, and slipped in.

On his return, Jess said, “I couldn’t find any matches, but I got this.” He waved a grill lighter at her.

“You know how to use that thing?”

“Sure.”

“I wasn’t talking about the lighter Jess,” she giggled.

“Oh,” he froze again for a moment.

“Go ahead, light the candles.”

“Okay.”

“How about pulling the curtains the rest of the way?”

“I’m on it,” he replied as he seemed to rush around the room like a scrambling quarterback with multiple defenders on his tail.

“Come here.” She said as he was drawing the shade beneath the curtains. Despite being early evening, the summertime sun was shining brightly as it moved westward. With the curtains drawn and the shade down, the room darkened suddenly as the two worked together to effectively shut out the sun, nearly all of it with the exception of a few cracks of light outlining the edges of the shade.

“Okay.” He came to her as the music played an Old 97’s song, ‘Jagged’. She sat up on the sheet and put her arms around him. They kissed, deeply this time, running the tips of their tongues against one another. The candles flickered some and the next song, ‘Me and My Baby’ by the Red Elvises sprang forth.

“Put your arms up” Carly commanded on a semi-whisper.

“Okay,” he whispered back and raised them so his hands were near his ears.

“Farther silly, like a touchdown!”

“All right,” he lifted them all the way up while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Carly, on her knees, lifted his T-shirt up and over as her ample breasts smashed against his face on purpose. Jess brought his hands back down following the curve outline of her chest and felt her silky spotted bra.

“You like?” She whispered and pressed her mouth tightly to his.

“Yes,” he said as he fumbled for the hooks in the rear. It was unfamiliar territory for him and he failed to unclasp them.

“Here,” she said as she deftly retracted the 2 hooks with her right hand and pulled them free instantly. “Here, pull it off, around my arms.”

He did so with much more success this time as it slipped easily through his hands. He was instantly mesmerized. One can look at all of the pictures in the world whether in a magazine, on television, or on a computer monitor, but that is only one very limited sense alone. To touch and taste, and see them up close and personal was an entirely different matter. He tentatively took one in each hand, savoring the creamy lily white softness topped by hard little central buttons, sweet little cherry gumdrops he thought, sweet goodness.

“Kiss them,” she beckoned with a whisper and maneuvered her right breast while forcing his head and mouth upon it. “34D,” she said proudly, “That’s what Victoria Secret measured me at. It felt odd to her as intellectually, she felt that women were certainly more than just looks and bodies; nevertheless, at some underlying primal layer, she felt proud of her breast size especially when they first started developing a few years back.

He didn’t even hear or register as he slid his mouth from one to the other.

“Oh god Jess,” she moaned and tackled him again, tearing at the button on his pants and groping for the zipper. Just like he had struggled with her bra hooks, she couldn’t get the zipper down around the enormous bulge in his pants. He stood up awkwardly and did it himself. She had no problem with his underwear and slipped out of her own panties immediately after freeing him from his. He stood before her both embarrassed but obviously at the height of excitement.

“Where’s the condom?” He said impatiently.

“Here,” she had it on the night stand and yanked it out of its packet where the packaging had already been torn. She slammed it down on what she figured was somewhere between 6 and 7 inches. She couldn’t help it, she was somewhat of a numbers kind of girl. “Get in the bed, now!” She commanded.

He needed little urging and rolled on top of her, but was missing the mark.

“Hold still a second,” she whispered and then guided him in with her right hand. “Easy now,” she was burning up inside with plenty of moisture, but the shock of the first time brought her some excruciating pain that she was not quite prepared for. She cried out more from the pain than ecstasy, but it didn’t last long. Jess had exploded in all of 2 minutes and a small measure of relief came to her when he exited. In that short time, sweat had glistened both of their bodies and both sat panting catching their breaths. The music had jumped to “It’s Raining”, a sad melancholy song, but still Carly’s favorite. After a few minutes, their heart beats returned to normal and Jess reached down to remove the condom.

A horrified look took over his face, “There’s blood,” he audibled barely above a whisper.”

“Oh, that’s normal,” said Carly. “Girls have something called a hymen, it’s a small membrane, when it’s broken the first time, sometimes it bleeds a little.”

“Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah Jess, I’m sure. Here, let me go to the bathroom, I need to clean up a little. Give me that too.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, fine, shh, I’ll be back in a second.”

He stared at her ample behind and wide hips, and almost got another stiffy. She wasn’t what one would call fat in any way, shape or form, the girl had hips and a butt, good-size thighs too, or in short, nice rounded curves from top to bottom, a full figured gal, maybe a little Rubenesque, but nothing like the online ads that tried to substitute the term along with voluptuous and BBW for those who were simply drastically overweight. Carly was just genetically predisposed to curviness.

Carly wrapped the sticky condom in some toilet paper and discarded it in the trash. She washed her hands and took a little extra tissue to wipe up between her legs. She rinsed her face and stared in the mirror with her watery green eyes. She felt like crying, recalling the talk her mother had had with her when she was 12, the time of her first period. Her mother had said that sex took some time and practice for girls, and that the first time or two could be a little shaky or awkward. Boy was mom right, who knew? Funny how one’s parents make more sense later than at the moment they are doling out advice.

Carly felt a little more self-conscious and wrapped herself in a towel on her return. She would at least demand some snuggle time and finish the CD. It had just gone so fast, was that all there was? She contemplated it but came to the conclusion that she lacked sufficient data and experience to arrive at a more specific conclusion.

“The main goal of the future is to stop violence. The world is addicted to it.”

Bill Cosby