Robofootball: Doublespin

“I brought a couple of DVD’s,” said Carly as she strode in.

“Anything with zombies?” Asked Jess hopefully.

“Nope, chick flicks.”

“Well, okay then.”

“We’ll save ‘Zombie Night’ for another Friday before school starts, you pick next time, okay?”

“Whatever.”

“I take it your dad is gone?”

“Yup, Friday night is poker night as usual.”

“Well, good for us I suppose.”

“Whaddya bring?”

“Must Love Dogs with Diane Lane and John Cusack, you know, you kind of look like him!”

“What else you got?”

“Someone Like You with Ashley Judd and Hugh Jackman.”

“Hugh Jackman?” Jess perked up, “Wolverine?”

“Yes, the one and the same.”

“Well okay then, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Let’s clean the place up a little, at least the living room.”

“Okay,” Jess got up and groaned some.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just busy with work and some 2-a-day football practices, lot of reps, push-ups, jumping jacks, running, throwing, weight lifting, well, you know, the usual stuff.”

“Right, how’s work going?”

“I get 30 hours a week at the recycling plant, they’re flexible, with football practice on weekdays, they let me work more on weekends.”

“You have to go in tomorrow?”

“6 a.m.”

“Damn, I have to too, but not until 9:00 a.m., and you know how strenuous my job is!”

“Yeah, sitting at an air conditioned desk.”

“The room is air conditioned not the desk, but yes, that’s what you get when you have brains you know!” Carly laughed. She worked at her father’s car dealership as a part time assistant to the finance manager. She was very good at numbers, interest, and figuring out payment schedules. It wasn’t always necessary for someone to take out an exact 48, 60, or an inadvisable 72 month loan; she liked to figure out an even monthly payment number like $400 or $500 and whip up a 51-month loan or what have you. Most banks or credit unions didn’t mind as long as the higher rate, say the 60-month rate, was used for anything over the lower 48 one. If that didn’t work, then Carly could give them an odd figure as a down payment to work out as well, it was after all a fairly straight forward Algebra equation for amortization similar to that as a home loan.

Jess picked up the empty fast food wrappers, junk food bags, beer cans, and other general dishes that would have made a freshman college dorm room with 8 guys packed in like sardines look like an expensive china gift shop. Carly ran a vacuum cleaner and did a little dusting before the two settled back down on the sofa.

“You have dinner?”

“Yeah, there was some left over pizza.”

“You eat pizza, McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, Wendy’s, Taco Bell, and Arby’s judging by the garbage, did I miss anything?”

“I don’t think so.”

“And yet you stay in great shape physically.”

“Metabolism I suppose, Coach Bruce says I need to put on a little more weight, maybe get over 200 pounds, but I can’t seem to get past the high 180’s.”

“Must be nice, if I so much as eat a Twinkie it ends up on my thighs.”

Jess rubbed her thigh and she slapped him lightly, “Later, you’ll have time to suffer through at least one movie. I did bring a microwave popcorn packet, we’ll have to share.”

“You sure that won’t end up on your thighs too?” Jess ventured in a rare move.

She slapped him lightly again, “Keep it up Mr. Robinson and it’ll be Christmas time before you see these thighs again for real.”

“Sure.” Halfway through the first movie, Jess started nodding off a little.

“Jess, are you tired?” She had noticed and hit the pause button on the remote.

“A little I guess.”

“It’s not even 9 p.m. yet.”

“I had to go right from practice yesterday and help Uncle Larry with the hay and stack it in the barn. We were out ’til dark. Then I was up early to work, then practice for 4 hours, then back to work again, just a couple of long days, but let’s finish this movie, I kind of like it.”

“All right then.” He was drowsy but held on until the end of the film.

“Let’s go to bed,” Carly prodded as she retrieved the movie disk and placed it back in its casing. “I don’t think you’ll make it through another one.”

“Probably not.”

She half pulled him off of the sofa and led him down the hall. “Hang on a second while I slip into something else,” she said as she headed to the bathroom. “Get undressed while I’m gone,” she commanded as she was leaving.

He wasn’t quite that tired and did as he was told slipping under the covers. She returned with a dark green silky one piece negligee that she had purchased at Victoria Secret that readily got his attention. She paused for effect before turning the lights off.

Funny thing, when she jumped in the bed and felt in the general vicinity of his manhood, it was not quite as erect or fast getting that way as she was used to. Jess had an irritating problem that most teenage boys have, and that was an out-of-control libido and a stiffy that seemed to pop up with nothing more than a cool breeze, or in some cases, no breeze at all. With some adept fingering and pulling, he shot skyward just fine.

From his end, she looked and felt heavenly under silk even though it was more of a synthetic material. Her breasts had an extraordinary good, soft, smooth, creamy feeling, especially as her nipples hardened as instantly as he had to the touch.

Due to past experience, she didn’t wait around and pressed him on his back and deftly inserted him into her. They were now well past the condom stage as her birth control pill dosage had been perfected. She went slow at first and still had the negligee on as his hands cupped her breasts through it. To her astonishment, he wasn’t going off fast like he usually did. He remained fully hard and firm for what seemed an eternity as she rode it out, rocking back and forth repeatedly moaning in the process. Perspiration filled her and she was wearing out physically as many minutes ticked on by. And then it happened, her first true orgasm. She spasmed, clutched, dug into his chest, ignored or didn’t hear his “Ooo’s and “Ahs”, and then let out a partial scream as she totally let herself go. He finally came to a crescendo as well due to her strong movements and sounds, but not before she had a big one, THE BIG ONE.

To Carly, it seemed like the world stopped, the senses faded to La La Land, then the tremors had erupted like a dormant volcano, building pressure until nothing short of blowing its top could relieve it, and when it did, stars filled her head as if she had been struck by a blunt but soft object, only intense pleasure replaced that of pain. “Oh my god Jess! Oh my god!” She whispered frantically in his ear as she bit the bottom of it. “I can’t believe it.”

“Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of concern. She was a little moist from perspiration among other things as she rolled over and lay cuddled beside him.

“Yes, very much so,” she wedged her head under his chin and threw an arm across his bare hairless chest.

“Well, good.” He yawned once and closed his eyes.

As his heart beat slowed, she could tell by the sound, she said “Thank You” but he had gone to sleep. She smiled, “So that’s the secret, get you when you’re all tired out!” She pressed her ear tightly against his chest mentally counting his heart beats like sheep as they lessened. Approximately 12 minutes later, her beats had slowed to match his as they purred in rhythm.

“Football combines the two worst things about America: it is violence punctuated by committee meetings.”

George Will