Page 15 of 4th and Goal (Season of Change #4)

“So, there she is, breathing so heavy that the papers in front of her shift from the force of it. Her face flushed and sweaty. Hands shaking. Stuttering over every other word.”

“Stop!” Lilly whines, lifting her hands to cover her face, despite the shit-eating grin on her face.

She’s tipsy, to say the least. And I’m enjoying the hell out of it.

“No! No! I can’t hear another word!” She stands up from the makeshift poker table and as she walks past me, I reach out and snatch her around the waist, depositing her into my lap.

She doesn’t fight me, just nuzzles my neck and sighs happily.

“I give her a thumbs up, certain she can’t fuck it up anymore than she already has—”

“BOO!” Lilly lifts her head long enough to jeer her mentor, then lays it back down against my shoulder.

The rest of us are cracking up and we haven’t even heard the worst part of the story yet.

Beiler, Mason, Jenna, Oscar the band director, and I are sitting around the table, hanging on Adam’s every word as he recounts Lilly’s first time in front of the university board as an intern.

“She clears her throat, grabs a glass of water, and chugs it like a frat boy at a kegger, slams it down on the table and looks at the board. ‘ Your time is thanks. I would now like to shart.’ There was a moment, a single solitary moment, frozen in time, where I watched her soul wither. The board erupted in laughter, I bit my fist to control myself, and she throws her sheaf of papers in the air and says, ‘Screw it. We need new ideas, new perspectives, fresh faces, and to do that, you need to decide right now what type of educational institution you want to be. It isn’t enough anymore to churn out graduates in overpopulated fields, win a few NCAA titles through the year, and continue with the status quo. We must separate ourselves from the rest and take our rightful place as the best. To do that, the students must retain their individual identities while other colleges treat them as just another number. Encourage, educate, and elevate. Faculty, staff, students, even this board are made up of incredible people with incredible stories. We have an opportunity to be the ink and paper used to tell those stories as they change the world. Or we can be the paper that wipes someone’s ass who was stupid enough to trust a fart.

’ I have never, in all my years, witnessed such glory.

She walked in there nervous with the sweat flops, and walked out the champion of the underdogs, the quiet ones, the ones that fall through the cracks.

I was in awe of such an amazing young woman. ”

I’m overwhelmed by the love and pride I feel for this woman in my lap.

And it appears our friends are too. Beiler, Mason, and I get together once a month for poker night.

New people come and go, but the three of us have been doing this for years.

Tonight, it’s safe to say we’ve welcomed a few new faces permanently.

Including my Lils, who sits upright, her back to my chest, straddling my left leg.

The heat of her pussy warms me through our pants, distracting me for a moment, almost forgetting others are here.

Adam laughs at whatever he sees in Lilly’s expression. “He was in so much awe; the man bought me prepackaged emergency underwear and flushable wet wipes until I finished my internship…18 months later!”

“And…and how many…” Jenna wipes tears from her eyes as she tries to compose herself long enough to ask, “how many packages of that underwear did you go through?”

“One.” Lilly declares unashamedly. “About 3 months after that, I was coming down with the flu and I did, in fact, shart in the office.” No doubt the alcohol in her system is responsible for that admission.

Nobody cares, though, as Oscar nearly falls out of his chair, and Jenna leans against Beiler while he tries to help right Oscar.

Adam stands up, kisses Lilly on the forehead, and picks up his winnings.

We play for money sometimes, but tonight it was for candy.

“My wife’s sweet tooth thanks you for your contribution.

Please, allow my wife and I to host the poker game next month.

She was sad she couldn’t make it this evening, but her sister unexpectedly dropped by for a visit. ”

“Adam, you should have stayed home if you had company—”

“Brody, what part of ‘unexpectedly dropped by’ don’t you get? My wife threw me my coat, kissed me goodbye like I was going off for war, and shoved me out the door with the promise I’d save myself.”

“I’ll add you to the group chat, and we’ll coordinate for next month.” Lilly’s not moving, and I am not fool enough to remove her from her perch on my thigh, especially not the way she’s subtly rocking her pussy back and forth seeking friction.

“I guess, I better head out too.” Jenna stands, gives Lilly and I high-five, and turns to Beiler. “You coming, Head Coach?”

“Stop calling me that.”

Jenna shrugs with a grin, “Then stop being the Head Coach.”

Beiler smiles sappily, clearly a little intoxicated himself, “Can’t. It’s my job!” He finds that endlessly funny as we tap fists on his way to the door. “We gotta give Oscar a home. A ride. A ride ‘cuz he’s our homie.”

“Jenna, what he’s trying to ask is if you could drop me off at my place, it’s on the way to Beiler’s, I believe.”

She starts chuckling, “Should be fun fitting the two of you in my Mini Cooper.” Oscar thanks us for hosting, throwing his grocery store bag of winnings over his shoulder. He cleaned house tonight. I’m grateful we weren’t playing for money since he’d have taken all of mine.

The door closes behind them, and I hear their voices trail down the hall.

Lilly’s hands latch onto my knee to balance as her pace picks up speed.

She’s grinding her clit against the firm muscle of my thigh, trying to bring herself off discreetly.

With jerky movements and a soft sigh, she orgasms on my fucking leg.

I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.

My cock strains in my pants, an aching incessant throb, demanding satisfaction.

As if nothing has happened, Lilly shifts so both legs are on the inside of my thigh, throwing an arm over my shoulders. She smiles, her eyes a little glassy. “I have a secret.”

I snort. “Is it that you just used my leg like a sex toy?”

“What?” She stands up and stares at my leg like she’s never seen it before. “I would never!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want to know my secret?”

“I do, baby girl.”

“I don’t think Beiler is going to be single for much longer.” She giggles, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

“Huh. Him and Jenna?” I could see it. They’ve known each other for years. Lilly shrugs, then leans down to whisper in my ear, though her volume never changes.

“I have a secret.” I’m openly laughing now, she’s adorable when she’s drunk.

“Is it that Beiler isn’t going to be single much longer?” She gasps; her eyes widen as her mouth drops open.

“How did you know?” Before I can answer, she shakes her head and throws her hands around. “No. That’s not it. Though, that’s a good secret.”

“What’s your secret, Lils?” I pull her between my legs and run my hands up the back of her thighs.

“I’m hungry.”

Oh, well, that’s mildly disappointing. “We’ve got leftover—”

“Hungry for your cockle doodle do.” She pulls her shirt over her head, swaying only a little, but I keep her from falling.

Then she slips off her shoes and clumsily pushes her pants and underwear to the floor and steps out of them with my help.

She reaches behind to unhook her bra but can’t manage it and starts spinning in a circle like a dog chasing its tail.

I still her with a hand on her soft generous hip, and a chuckle.

Unsnapping it, the bra falls to the floor, and she shakes her shoulders, making her tits sway.

“And I’m free! Free boobing!” Tom Petty is probably rolling over in his grave.

She grins down at me, arms spread wide, then drops down hard to her knees. “Oh! A penis!”

What follows is arguably the sloppiest blow job I’ve ever been on the receiving end of, and the funniest, but honestly, it’s the best one yet.

I’ve never had so much fun with a partner before.

Lilly is easy to love. Before I cum, I slide my hands under her arms and force her to stand up.

Drool covers her chin and chest, her lips swollen.

She’s going to unman me. Carefully, I turn her around, grab my cock and point it straight up, then guide her to sit on it with her back to my chest. She coos and whimpers as I fill her.

Fully seated, she leans back against me, her tits on full display.

I’m close to the edge from her mouth, so I use one hand to hold her still, the other plucking her nipples. She shifts and I stop her.

“No, don’t move. Just feel.”

“Full. So full.”

“I know, baby. Flex your cunt. Make me cum.” She obeys and every twitch of her inner muscles is like a jolt of electricity along my length and into my balls.

Instinct takes over, and she lifts her hands to her tits, so I use both of my hands to play with her pussy.

I tease her clit, rub and pinch it. I trace her lips as they stretch around my shaft.

I lift her legs, resting her feet on my thighs and opening herself up to me completely.

While I continue to torture her clit, I use the copious amount of juices between us to wet her asshole.

She flinches but moans a second later when I rub the furled skin.

Her pussy spasms faster, longer, harder with every swirl of my fingers.

“Squeeze, baby, you gotta work hard to earn my cum.”

“Oh, God! Brody!” Her chest stutters, her stomach muscles contracting, a fine sheen of sweat coats her skin. And still, she works me with her pussy. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—”

I smack her pussy with my fingers and then rub her swollen clit furiously, increasing my pressure against her asshole with the other.

She cums so hard, her release drips to the floor at our feet, her inner muscles like a tight band around my cock.

My balls draw up, and I groan long and low as my cock jerks inside her without a single thrust.

Jesus. That was…there are no words to describe what just happened. Lilly yawns, her jaw practically unhinging like a snake.

“Why am I so tired? I barely moved! It’s not like I rode you rodeo style.”

“Rodeo style? Hmm…something to consider for another time.”

“I like your penis, Brody. You have the nicest cockle doodle do. But now I’m sleepy. Carry your queen to bed!” She splays out starfish style and before I’m done laughing, she’s snoring.

Life with my woman will never be dull.