Robofootball: Doublespin
Chapter 33

“Nothing like the smell of leaves burning away, sometimes it feels like the whole county is on fire,” Carly said as she scooted closer to Jess in the old pickup. Her path was blocked temporarily by the center of the pull down counsel that doubled as an arm rest and storage compartment. She flipped it up vertically to the sound of pens, papers, pencils, paper clips, and loose CD’s flying about as she made her move over.

“They do smoke a lot,” observed Jess.

Carly sighed, “It’s the smell of fall, the end of summer, the blight and hibernation of the deciduous trees. It’s kind of sad, I never did see too much in all of this fall color stuff. It looks like rust, rot, and death to me.” She ducked her head under his arm forcing him to put his arm around her. Since her head was down, she didn’t notice the god-awful wince his face revealed as he was able to suppress the sound from his mouth from the pain in his side. Football, the game of bruises. It at least took his attention from the headaches he had been developing quite consistently these days.

“Yeah, sort of I guess,” he answered after a couple of fairly deep breaths. “You sound like a downer, fall is a good time of year!”

Carly sighed again, “Football season, right?”

“Well, there’s that,” Jess grinned. “But that’s not all.”

“Speaking of football, have you heard all this talk about banning the sport?”

“Coach doesn’t think it’s ever going to happen.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, lawyers, there’s lots of money involved at the pro and college level. Coach says it’ll get protested, probably hung up in courts for awhile.”

“I don’t know either, they don’t teach you in government class about some of the agencies like the CDC and OSHA. I mean you learn about how a bill becomes a law, the 3 branches of government, some on the Constitution, the Electoral College, yadda, yadda, yadda. From what I’ve read, the CDC is treating all of the problems caused by football like a disease, and then OSHA is coming at it from a safety standpoint.”

“Coach says it’ll never happen and not to worry about it.”

“Well, I suppose there’s always baseball. Injuries happen there too but they seem fairly minor compared to football. Regarding fall, what else you got?”

“Aside from football?”

“Is there anything else?”

“Sure, it’s not as hot and the mosquitoes are gone. There’s at least a couple of months of fall without snow. There’s less outdoor work too, no more cutting the grass, one final tilling too and both the garden and crop land are over with.”

“How about harvesting? And raking all these damn leaves?”

“There’s that, you know coach is going to be mad I got a blister today on my throwing hand from raking.”

“Boy, there’s the end of the world,” she answered sarcastically. “It’s always about football isn’t it?”

Jess grinned, “It’s that time of the year.” He boldly slung his right arm around her further as he leaned into her, just far enough to firmly cup her right breast. It was worth the pain to his bruised ribs. There was more than enough to fill his hand despite his fingers being long and lean.

She lurched a little as the gesture caught her by surprise. She was not used to him being so bold, but he was improving. “Mr. Robinson, what are you doing?”

He felt bad and was about to immediately extract his grip when she tightened her arm around down on his. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Shh, don’t be, leave it there sweetheart; in fact, wouldn’t it be nicer if you slipped it inside?” She started breathing a little heavier and released her arm hold to allow him a better shot.

“Okay,” is all he said as he slipped his hand up under her bra, it was a bit of a tight fit.

“There should be a little more room,” she purred. “Since I recently went to a D cup-size, I’ve been throwing out all of my old C’s.”

“Oh?” He questioned.

“You know bra sizes?”

“Well, not that well, but D’s are kind of big, right?”

“You calling me fat?” She toyed with just enough tone to throw him off.

“Oh no, no, ….,” he stammered. “I think you have a great body, I like your curves.”

“All right, that’s good! I was born this way, I think most guys would like it.”

“Yup,” he grinned.

“A’s and B’s are small, C is bigger, maybe medium or so, I guess somewhere between B and C is about average,” she added slipping slightly into her more logical scientific mode.

“Like a B- or C+?”

“Ha! That’s funny Jess, no, they don’t really add pluses and minuses, but they do double up the letters sometimes.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that, wait, now I get it, Aaron said that his girl friend had Double D’s, you know, Tanya, the cheerleader?”

“Yeah, I suppose so, is she the one with the big hair?”

“I guess.”

“Looks like something out of the ’80’s?”

“I guess.”

“Hmm, anyhow, the C-range was getting a bit tight, but the D seems a little loose, what do you think?”

“Huh?” He was moving his hand around the soft mound of flesh and was beginning to lose his normal thought process, especially when he landed on her half dollar-sized nipples. This gesture dulled the pain in his head and ribs.

“Never mind,” she said as she leaned forward and deftly maneuvered her left hand under her sweatshirt and unhooked her bra from the back. “There, is that easier?” The lacey surface fell forward and Jess’s hand was no longer squeezed tightly between the bra and breast. She liked the way he touched her, he was always tentative, soft, and gentle.

“Yes,” was all he said as the nipple hardened magically under the light pressure between his finger tips. He pulled her over on his lap from behind with strong arms, then worked his left hand on her left breast; thus, locking on both of them at the same time with her backside spilling over his right thigh to avoid contact with the steering wheel. Something else hardened against the bottom of the wheel.

“What’s that?” She smiled coyly as she reacted to massage the bulge in his pants as he rubbed her breasts.

Jess blushed but didn’t say a word. When he was about to utter something, she twisted her head to the side and locked on to his lips darting her tongue in and out until he was enticed to do the same. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Let’s jump in the back seat.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I discovered something good about fall.”

“Yeah?”

“There’s no one much here, especially on Sundays.”

“Okay,” he said as he took one look out across the lake. A lot of the summer cabins looked like they were closed and locked up for the season. Smoke rose at a couple of leaf fires but they were far across the lake. There was no one parked beside them near the public launch area either. There were also no boats on the lake, not even a lone fisherman.

“Lock the doors,” she added. “And get your pants off!”

“Which one first?” He grinned.

“You decide.”

He locked the doors.

“Thank god, if there is one, you have this afghan.”

“Yeah, my grandmother used to crochet them all the time.”

“It’s a little cramped, help me with my sweatshirt.” She raised her arms like a touchdown signal and he almost tore it off as her ample breasts sprung forth and jiggled before him. “The afghan,” she said, clutching herself, just a little nervous since they were technically in a public place. He threw it over her and deftly wiggled out of his own clothing as she unzipped her jeans.

“Jess?” She said in a somewhat hyperventilated voice.

“Yeah?”

“Try taking it a little slow, okay?”

“Okay,” but he was hyper as if it was 4th down on a pass play with the nose guard, a defensive end, and a linebacker bearing down on him on an all out blitz. In short, he had to get rid of the ball.

“Stop!” She commanded.

“What?”

“Just hang on a sec.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s put you on your back again.”

“Okay.” She slid up as he went under her.

“Ouch!” Jess exclaimed as her buttocks nearly bent his erect manhood in half like a palm tree in a hurricane as they switched places.

“Sorry, now, just go a little slow like I said.”

He nodded as she eased herself upon him, and then they lost time if only for approximately 4 minutes. She was able to lean forward despite her height limitations and thrust her breasts in his face, but not quite enough to smother him. He could at least get his mouth on them by leaning forward too, kissing and licking them repeatedly. She pressed on his chest forcibly, leaned back with her head gazing the cab roof, and started rocking. He naturally grasped her buttocks and swayed with her. Going against gravity, he lasted nearly twice as long as their 2-minute original tryst long ago, but even when he exploded, she kept him inside, forcing him to keep going, just a little longer.

He was young and supposedly had ample stamina to remain erect a bit longer despite emptying once, but he was fading. Finally, she let him go but stayed on top in an embrace as she tightened the afghan around them. It was some fun, but he had just let loose way too quickly reverting back to hold habits. The earth hadn’t moved like she knew it could, but then again, her slight nervousness about this somewhat public place had given her a tad amount of performance anxiety. It would be their first and last such rendezvous in a vehicle. To her, it just wasn’t all what it was cracked up to be, a soft bed was much nicer, but then again, that last action in the bath tub had been heavenly too. Oh well she had thought to herself, there would be another Friday night soon enough.

“We had better get back to the house,” Carly said as she hurriedly put her clothes back on.

“Why, what’s the rush?”

“We or you’ve got some of that Algebra II homework to catch up on.”

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.”

“Better keep up those good grades, there might not be any football left the way things are going.”

“Well, there’s baseball.”

“Yeah, but if you want a shot at Michigan, you’re going to need brains too.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Gentleman, it is better to have died as a small boy than to fumble this football.”

John Heisman

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