1. My First Time


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: ChuckEPoo, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    college recruiters who wanted to talk with me. I hurried as fast as I could." "Recruiters! I know the drill. They are required to ask about your grades, but all they are really interested in is if you can throw accurately on a roll-out, or how quick you get rid of the ball. Who were they?" Don queried. "One was from Florida and the other from Fresno State, but I'm not interested. I am still weighing my options. My focus right now is on our first play-off game against Thousand Oaks." “Well, we better go have dinner or you kids will miss your movie. Follow me,” Don instructed. I noticed that Chrissy brought her own car, so we all headed out to the Black Angus. ~oOo~ The restaurant was amazing. We sat at a big, round table, and chatted. Chrissy’s dad talked mostly about football, and I listened intently, smiling and nodding, but all I could concentrate on was the gorgeous girl whose hand I was holding under the table. Don occasionally asked me a question, and I would calmly answer, but my guts were in a knot. Although this was a steak place, I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, which was still out of my price range. I didn't want to seem like I was taking advantage of his hospitality. I almost choked when Chrissy took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Don asked me something, but my mind was elsewhere, as I inched my fingers up her leg. “I'm sorry, sir. Could you repeat that question.” “I asked what your folks do for a living?” he repeated, in a bit louder voice. “My dad ...
    is getting ready to retire from the army as a pilot, and my mom's a nurse, sir.” "Oh, now I understand why you insist on calling us ma'am and sir. You're a military kid. Your dad is a pilot? Is he teaching you to fly?” "Yes, sir… I mean, yes. He has been instructing me. I solo, but have yet to finish ground school.” “Impressive, son. I've always wanted to learn to fly.” “Don, stop grilling the boy. You're making him nervous. Can't you see how he’s sweating?” Mary scolded. Dinner was fantastic, and I have to admit this beat my plan of eating at McDonald's. We all talked and laughed about a variety of things. I started to feel more comfortable as did Tom and Jan. Don left a huge tip, and we all went to the parking lot where we continued our conversation. “Okay, here's the deal… You kids go have fun at the movies, but you must have Chrissy home no later than midnight,” Don instructed. “Yes, Sir! I mean… Mr. Copland. Twelve sharp.” “Pay attention to the movie. There will be a quiz later,” Chrissy's Mom said, smiling, as she hugged her daughter. As I watched her folks drive away, I threw my keys to Tom, and said, “You drive my car, I'm going with Chrissy.” “Where to?” “Just follow us.” I held out my hand to Chrissy and said, “Keys!” “No way, buster. No one drives my car but me!” “Come on, babe. I promise I'll be good.” “You're gonna be good? I hope not too good,” she giggled. My mind was so deep in the gutter that it had no chance of escape. She put her keys in my hand and I opened ...
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