I’d just been on the Oklahoma campus and had spent half a day talking football with their coaches. I was glad that they didn’t try to give me a heavy sales pitch. The coaching staff spent time getting to know my parents, family, and friends.
After dinner, they left to go to Tim’s house, followed by Wolf’s. Once they’d left, everyone gathered in the living room.
“Have you decided where you plan to go to school?” Uncle John said, cutting to the chase.
“Oklahoma,” I said without thinking.
I wondered if this was one of those instances Tami had warned me about where my first thought was the wrong one. Then I mentally slapped myself. This back and forth had to stop. If it didn’t, my brain would wind up telling me that either choice would actually be the wrong one.
Both schools had benefits and very few weaknesses. I’d had it with dithering; I’d made my decision.
“We should talk about this,” Mom said.
She thought I’d made the wrong choice. I gave her a smile.
“I’m done talking. Oklahoma is where I plan to go to school,” I said.
“You’d better tell Tim and Wolf,” Dad said.
I got out my phone and sent them a text. So much for a group decision. They would understand.
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Twenty minutes later, Tim, Wolf, their families, and the Oklahoma coaching staff had returned to our house to celebrate our decision.
I’d promised Jeff Delahey that once we decided, I would give him the scoop. He showed up shortly after everyone else and did a quick interview with the three of us about our decision. We promised not to ‘leak’ it on social media until tomorrow afternoon.
It felt like the weight of the world had finally been lifted from my shoulders. I discovered that when I’d picked Michigan, that weight hadn’t gone away. I think that little voice in my head that I usually ignored had been warning me that going to the same school as Mike and Alan would be a mistake. Somehow, picking Oklahoma had silenced that voice for now. That had to be a good thing, right?
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Lisa and I escaped from the crowd gathering downstairs. Locally, word was getting out, and people were coming over to congratulate us and meet the Oklahoma contingent.
We both only had one thing on our minds. Lisa wrapped herself around me and pulled me into a deep kiss as soon as we crossed the threshold. We remained in a clinch as our mouths clashed, somehow stumbling upstairs without killing ourselves.
I pulled up her t-shirt to expose her breasts while she undid my belt buckle and freed Mr. Happy. Once Lisa had me in hand, she guided me to the couch, where she pushed me back until my legs hit the cushion, and I sat down. She took off my shoes and socks and then pulled off my jeans.
Lisa dropped to her knees with a wicked grin plastered to her face.
“I love it that you turn to jelly when I have you like this. It’s a huge turn-on that the big man on campus’s member is hot and hard in my hand, and he’s ready to go … for me,” Lisa said. Then she took my whole length into her mouth, gagging as she sucked hard.
I spread my legs a little further apart to give Lisa better access as I grabbed a fistful of hair. I used it to move her head back and forth around Mr. Happy as she used her oral skills to lick, suck, and stroke me.
Lisa reached up and fended off my hand in her hair so she could get closer and sit up higher. I approved when she nestled my length between her breasts, pressed them together, and began to move up and down. Mr. Happy was sticking out of the top, which allowed Lisa to take him between her lips and suck on the tip.
Lisa was so focused on giving me pleasure that she didn’t hear the door open. I expected Angie’s head to peek over the stair rail to spy on us and was surprised when I saw Greg. I raised my eyebrows when he plopped down on the couch next to me, causing Lisa to let out a little yelp and cover her breasts with her hands.
“Please, don’t stop on my account,” Greg said. “I have to admit, I haven’t gotten any in a while and …”
Lisa looked at me, and I didn’t indicate one way or the other what I thought about him joining us. This was up to her.
We’d talked about our relationship being open. If we ever had a threesome, I’d always envisioned it being with another girl. Of all the guys I knew, my older brother was probably the one person I wouldn’t have too much of a problem with joining us. I also didn’t have any worries about him cheating on Angie. She’d already wrecked their marriage if what she’d said was true.
Lisa uncovered her breasts and took me back into her mouth as she reached for my brother’s jeans. He got the idea, stood up, and took them off. Then he rejoined us on the couch. Lisa grasped his member and began to stroke it as she sucked on me. She lifted her head off my shaft and looked me in the eye.
“I need you in me.”
“Help Greg out,” I suggested.
