“We’ve only been going out a couple of weeks. Two weeks ago, I had the Academy Awards, and last weekend I helped Dare with his drones. I hope to be free after this weekend,” I explained.
“Everyone said that Brook got to go on all those types of trips with you,” Lisa said, revealing her true intentions.
The problem was, I didn’t really want Lisa tagging along.
“This weekend is all about football. I doubt we do anything but tour the campus, check out the facilities one last time, and talk to the players and coaching staff. You would be bored stiff.”
“Over spring break, my cousin’s getting married. I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus-one?” Lisa asked.
“Well, here’s the thing. I’ll be gone that week,” I said.
“Where are you going?”
If I told her, she would want to go.
“We just need to set some boundaries,” I said to try to divert her.
“Like no anal, right?”
I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
“Uh, okay. That’s a good one to know.”
“Good,” Lisa said as she nodded, then looked concerned. “Why? What boundaries did you want?”
“This is a little awkward,” I admitted.
“There’s only one solution for awkward.”
“Anal?” I asked, trying to be funny.
“Like I said earlier, that’s way out of bounds,” she said, then looked at the bulge in my jeans.
Whatever it was that made me attracted to her was in overdrive. She looked up at me and continued.
“I thought you could do me from behind.”
I looked around for our server and held up my hand.
“Check!” I called out.
All thoughts of spring break had left my mind.
◊◊◊
Manaia wasn’t happy when I told him to get his food boxed up so he could drive Lisa and me around.
Of all the ‘normal’ things I could do, having sex in my car was right up there. Well, it was as normal as having your driver/security in the car when you did it could be. I did my best to think of it like double dating, where the couple in the front seat ignored you.
My breath fled my chest when her fingers touched my manhood. Lisa had a mischievous look on her face, like she was opening a gift. I wanted every woman I was with to feel that way.
“Lisa …” I said and then sucked in my breath as she squeezed my length.
“David,” she whispered.
In the dim light, I looked down at her pouty lips and watched as she let her tongue slowly graze them so that they glistened. Frick! Mr. Happy flooded my mind with images of those lips on my member and her hair spilling across my legs as her head bobbed up and down. The big brain said, ‘F it’ and turned the body over to Mr. Happy.
◊◊◊
I was a firm believer that Mr. Happy should make more of my decisions in the future, consequences be damned, if what I had just experienced was the result. Sex with Lisa was always top-notch, but whatever it was we did in the back of that car was on a whole ’nother level.
We were a sweaty mess, and the car reeked of sex. I was glad it had leather seats that would make cleanup easier. Angie’s minivan had numerous stains on the upholstery where her little ones had spilled. I had a suspicion that it would be a little harder for me to explain these away.
All I really knew was that it was a great way to end my Friday.
◊◊◊
Chapter 31 – That Voodoo That You Do Saturday March 11
When I got back from my run, Manaia was waiting in the driveway.
“Yeah, I know, we need to get moving,” I said as I left to take my shower and pack.
Manaia stepped into the house. I expected he would eat quickly and then grab my dad so we could all get going. I’d rented a plane again for this weekend. Flying on your own schedule sure beat having to travel at the whims of commercial airlines.
◊◊◊
I did my external preflight check of the airplane with Roy because I had only recently been checked out on it. The plane was a Cessna Caravan, an overgrown single-engine Cessna typically used for light cargo and lifting skydivers. It was also pretty much the smallest aircraft with the capacity for three football players, their dads, and an oversized Samoan.
Right as we were finishing up, I saw my Dodge Demon pull up, and Cassidy get out. We’d kept the trip on the down-low with the idea it would be a guys-only weekend. Someone had obviously opened their mouth.
She strolled up with her bag and stowed it under the plane, then approached us and smiled.
“Thanks for the heads-up. I forgot to put this flight on my schedule,” she said to Roy.
He picked up on the fact that I hadn’t invited her.
“I just assumed …” Roy said and suddenly had something else to do.
Cassidy turned to me.
What could I do? I just shrugged.
She smiled, got onto the plane, and sat down in the copilot’s seat.
Maybe Manaia could haul her off the flight. Then again, Fritz wouldn’t be happy if she hurt one of his guys.
Tim and Wolf both appeared, one on each side of me.
“What’s going on?” Wolf asked.
“If one of you is brave enough to tell her she can’t go, have at it,” I suggested.
“Not it,” Wolf said.
Tim rolled his eyes.
“Looks like she’s going,” I said.
“You better explain the rules to her,” Tim said.
I scoffed.
