Chapter 11

Logan

 

        Disguising myself as Mason again, I headed over to the frat house.  The frat bros were sitting on beach chairs on the front lawn sunning themselves and drinking beers.  It was a mellow atmosphere.  I looked around for Kyle and when I didn’t see him outside, I went in.  It was best not to draw attention to myself.

        Roaming around the frat house, I took note of all the crap they had hanging on the walls.  There were old school stuffed animal heads, different awards and pictures of the various groups of frat brothers from over the years.  There was a photo of the first frat group near the fireplace.  It was an old-time picture from the 1800’s.  Lots of history here.  If Kyle wasn’t a member, I might’ve considered joining.

        Upstairs, I found Kyle sitting in his room on his bed.  He looked at me warily.

        “Which one are you?” he demanded.

        “Mason,” I said, shrugging my shoulders like I was timid.

        “What do you want?”

        I looked around the other frat brothers were nowhere to be seen.

        “My brother says you take, uh, bets on the football games,” I said, pretending to be a little nervous.

        “Since when do you bet?” he said suspiciously.

        “Since I want to bet on my own team,” I whispered.

        “Come in,” he said, waving his hand into the room.  “And shut the door.”

        I got inside and shut the door.  Kyle’s room was jammed with various state-of-the-art electronic devices and a drone.

        “You fly drones?” he said, noticing me looking.

        “No, is it cool?”

        “Aw, yeah,” he grinned.  “I got one we painted black.  We fly it in front of the sorority girls’ windows at night!  Heh-heh.  Beer?”

        “No, thanks,” I said, figuring Mason would say that.

        “You know, your brother owes me money,” said Kyle.  “You better tell him to pay up.”

        “Well, if I win this bet, we can probably settle that,” I assured him.

        “Oh, really,” laughed Kyle.  “You never bet before and now you want to play in the big leagues?”

        “So it would seem,” I said.  “Do you ask this many questions to everyone that bets?”

        “I’ll ask what I want,” he explained.  “You’re in my house.”

        “Fair enough,” I said, trying not to get riled.

        “Here’s another question,” said Kyle.  “Word around campus is that you and your brother are banging that Faith chick two at a time.  That true?”

        “Hey, man, c’mon,” I said.  “Not cool.”

        “So, it’s true?”  He leaned towards me.

        “I didn’t have sex with her, if that’s what you mean,” I said, putting my hands up and backing away.

        Kyle was pushing my buttons.  So far, I was keeping my cool.

        “If you don’t want my money, I can find someone else to take the bet,” I said, starting to leave.

        “Whoa-whoa-whoa,” he said jumping up and standing in front of me.  “Relax, man.  It’s all good.  Just talking bro to bro.  Faith is a fine piece of ass.  Respect if you hit that.  Although she’s kind of a stupid slut.  I tapped that already.”

        “Not cool, Kyle,” I said.  “Your beef is with my brother, not me.”

        “You’re right, you’re right,” he relented, shrugging.  “But are you really engaged to her.  I mean, seriously?”

        “Yeah, I am, okay?” I said a little annoyed.  “Do you want to take this bet or what?”

        “Okay, how much?”

        “$200K,” I said.

        “Ho!  What?  You’re shittin’ me, right?”

        “Is that too much?” I asked, feeling superior.

        “For me, nah.  But for you, that sounds a little high,” he laughed.  “I know your dad works for various politicians.  My dad buys those politicians, so $200K is fine with me.  But understand, if you lose, you pay.  I don’t run a charity.  And while I don’t need the money, I am a man of principle.  So if you don’t pay, I will make sure that your coach knows that you bet with me, understand?”

        “I’d be kicked off the team,” I said.

        “Probably.  Maybe.  At the very least, you won’t be backup quarterback, no matter how good you are,” grinned Kyle.  “So think very carefully before you shake this hand.  Are you gonna pay me if you lose?”

        “Absolutely,” I said confidently, squaring my shoulders.

        Kyle shook my hand and looked me in the eye.

        “Than it’s a bet, my friend.  $200K on Highwater College to win this Friday,” he stated.  “Oh, and I don’t take checks.”

        “What?  You wanna briefcase full of money?”

        “An electronic transfer would be fine.  Bitcoin or any cryptocurrency works too,” he smiled, opening the door.  “Good luck, new gambler.  Say hi to Faith for me.”

***

        I was walking back to Faith’s room feeling pretty good about the bet.  The dumbass didn’t even give me a point spread.  All we had to do was win the game and the team had been on a winning streak.  Who’s the gambling addict now, Mason?  Kyle!  That’s who!

        Still, that scumbag insulted Faith.  Damn, it makes my blood boil.  I could kick myself for not finding Faith sooner.  If I had, she wouldn’t be all weirded out every time she saw Kyle.  We’d already be really engaged and---Whoa, maybe I should slow down like Mason says.

        Nah.  Mason is always second guessing himself.  Hell, he wouldn’t be our backup quarterback if he had his way.  Fortune favors the bold someone said.  I was going to win this bet and Faith.  That would be a bold double move!  Mason will be depressed for a while, but I’m sure he’ll find someone else, right?  I mean, when Faith says she’s attracted to both of us, we’re exactly alike, so---Well, it was a bit of a head trip to think about.

        I reached Faith’s dorm room and knocked.

        “Hey Faith, it’s Logan,” I said, keeping my voice down.

        “Oh, hey, Logan,” she smiled opening the door.  “Come in.”

        She was such a hottie.  Her huge breasts were barely contained in a t shirt and her sweet ass was in a little black mini skirt.  Her brown hair was down and flowed over her shoulders.

        I walked inside the room.  Faith had a single.  It was mostly what you’d expect in a girls room.  It was over designed and pretty girly.  On one wall was a crucifix. I guess I must’ve made a face when I saw it.

        “Oh, sorry,” she said.  “My mother insisted I hang it in the room.  I said a plain cross would’ve been fine, one with Jesus is a little much, but she insisted.”

        “No-no, it’s cool,” I assured her.  “Whatever.  It’s just…I wasn’t expecting it.”

        “So, listen, about the money,” she began.  “I’m still really torn about it.”

        She was looking up into my eyes and I was looking down into hers.  There was a spark.

        “Well, it’s, uh, tough decision.  We should maybe--- I mean, you should sleep on it,” I stammered.

        I moved in closer.  I could smell her.  She smelled like flowers and paper.  She started touching my chest and then leaned in.  We started kissing intensely.  We couldn’t help ourselves.  Whatever talk we were supposed to have wasn’t happening now.  I started kissing her neck.

        “Oh, Logan, I wanted this,” she said breathlessly.  “It’s all I’ve thought about for hours!”

        “Me too,” I said.

        I kissed her as low as I could in her cleavage.  She squeaked in surprise and laughed.  Then she looked me in the eye again and jumped on me.  She literally jumped my bones!  I fell back onto her bed and we were making out.

        “I want you, Faith,” I said, kissing her.  “I want you so bad.”

        “Oh, Logan,” she said.  “I want you too, but---  We can’t have sex.  That would be too much, okay.  Intercourse?  I mean…  I just…”

        “I understand,” I said, backing off and starting to get up.

        “Oh, but we can do other stuff,” she assured me and pulled me down onto her.

        “Oh!” I said, suddenly back into it.

        We started making out again.  I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face toward mine.  Her body had the perfect proportions of curves and my hands roamed all over it, touching and squeezing everything I could.  I was hard.  I’m talking steel and diamond rolled into one.  I thought my dick would literally rip out of my jeans.

        For a while, I buried my face into her neck, giving her gentle nibbles but not so hard that would leave a mark.  I nibbled on her earlobes and fondled her breasts through her clothes.

        “Yes, like that Logan,” she whispered.  “You make me feel so good.”

        I decided to press my luck and I slipped my hand under her shirt.  I could feel her bare breast now and her nipple was erect.  I undid a button and pulled the breast out.  I teased her nipple with my tongue.

        “Mmmm, yeah,” she moaned.

        She grabbed me by the head and flipped me over onto the bottom.  She opened my shirt and started kissing my chest.  I was pretty ripped from years of playing football.

        “Oh, my God,” said Faith, impressed.  “You have such a fantastic body.”

        She ran her hands up and down my chest.

        “Mmm, so many muscles,” she said.  “So hard.  Are all your muscles hard?”

        “Yeah, really hard,” I laughed.

        Now it was my turn.  I flipped her around to the bottom again.  She made a surprised noise and then laughed.  I lowered myself down to her knees and started kissing up her thigh.  Immediately, I could feel her tense up with excitement.

        “Oh,” she breathed in anticipation.

        I kissed my way up both her thighs.  She was breathing heavier now.  I kissed her panties, which were a little damp.  I grabbed them with my teeth and pulled them off.  She was completely shaved, just how I like it!

        She looked up at me with those big doe eyes.  It was at this moment she looked a little scared and vulnerable.

        “It’s okay,” I said.  “You’re okay, right?”

        “Uh-huh,” she whispered nervously.

        I went back to kissing up her legs.

        “Relax, okay?” I said.  “This is going to be fun.  Just enjoy it.”

        “You promise you won’t tell anyone or call me a slut,” she whispered, worried.

        “I would never do that to you,” I said.  “We’re engaged.”

        That lightened the mood and she smiled.  I continued to kiss up either thigh until I reached her sweet, sweet pussy.  Then I kissed it.  Immediately, she started moaning.  Gently, I put one finger inside and slowly pushed in.  She gasped.

        As I pushed my finger in and out, I started licking around her lower lips.  Then with the other hand I opened up her folds, so I could gently lick her clit.  She inhaled deeply and intensely.  Water started gushing out of her pussy and onto my hands and face.  I kept licking.  Now I put two fingers inside her, fucking her with my fingers as fast as I could.

        “Oh, my God!”  she gasped.  “Oh, my God!”

        The licking continued until I could feel her whole body seize and a blast of water came bursting forth.  She gasped and moaned, trying not to alert the entire dorm.  It was so intense for her, she was nearly crying from the experience.

        “Oh, my God.  Thank you Logan,” she gasped.  “Oh, God, that was so good.  I never had it like that.  Oooooh!”

        Her body started shaking again with after orgasms.  It went on for about four minutes and I had completely pulled away with my fingers and tongue.  She pulled me up to her face, kissed me and then hugged me.

        “Thank you so much,” she whispered.  “I honestly didn’t think I could be this vulnerable with anyone after Kyle, but you made it happen.  Thank you.”

        “Believe me,” I said, smiling down at her.  “It was my pleasure.”

        “Now let me do something for you,” she said.

        She unbuttoned my jeans and my cock instantly popped straight up.  She licked her lips and then put them on my cock.  She started sucking the top and I couldn’t hold it.  I was moaning.

        “I’m gonna cum,” I said.

        A second later, I blasted into her mouth.  I hadn’t even masturbated in days.  The load must’ve been huge, but Faith took it all.  She just kept sucking and sucking and I fell back onto the bed with my eyes rolling back.  It was an intense orgasm.  One of those ejaculations that were long, long overdue.  I could feel my balls completely empty into her throat and little orgasm after quakes.

        “Jesus Christ that was amazing,” I gasped.

        “Mmm-mmm,” Faith shook her head with a mouthful of cum.

        She gestured to the Jesus.

        “Oh, sorry,” I said.

        I wasn’t sure if she was serious or kidding around.  I fell back on the bed.  Faith swallowed and then joined me.  We both took a little nap.  I hoped Mason wasn’t too pissed that I had staked my claim.  I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind sharing with my brother, but Faith’s religion made her extremely unlikely to be on board with that.  Then again, her best friend Amy did it.  So, who knows?