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Team Spirit: Part 3
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A Taking Acquaintances to another level.

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Standing up for what you believe in may hurt now; not

making a stand hurts forever.

Saturday Homecoming

Our Homecoming game had been against Columbia Creek. They

were at the bottom half of the league so they didn't give us too much trouble.
They played a fair game so we didn't run up the score. It turned out that our
game didn't matter too much because on the same night Panther Hill lost their
Homecoming to little Hoover. Consider how rough a game Panther Hill had played
with us, we could only cheer Hoover on with all our hearts.

What placed all that back to the corner of my mind was how

good Amber looked when I came by to pick her. Jack was an idiot for stepping
out on this girl. Her look of uncertainty was tender when she came into the den
where I sat with her mother father and little sister. She really didn't know me
and now I was in charge of one of the two most important days of her High
School life. I had no idea what we would do for Prom.

"Wow," declared as I stood up. "You look

stunning." Amber gave a relieved smile then moved to her mother and gave
the woman a hug.

"I want you back by eleven," the father instructed

me.

"Father!" Amber gasped.

"Mr. Trenton (Amber's last name), I was thinking we

would stay out until one, but I promise you we'll be with Emily the entire
time," I countered. He measured me and my intentions. I was somewhat
pleased he wasn't giving me a box of condoms and a hotel room key.

"Very well, Mr. Dawkins," he nodded. "It is

an important night and we trust Emily."

He didn't trust me, but as hot as Amber was looking, I

didn't totally trust me either. I took her to my car; got her to her side and
she rewarded me with another smile. Once we are headed to the dance Amber turns
to me.

"Thank you," she told me.

"Sure; no problem. What are you thanking me for?"

"I know that you would rather be going with Emily and

Jamie," she offered.

"Amber?"

"Yes?" she answered.

"I want to be going to the party with you. I'm not

saying I was ready to do this a week ago, but I'm certainly happy that I'm
doing it now. You look fantastic and in the week I've got to know you I'm sure
we are going to a great time," I informed her. She didn't give me an
audible answer but did reach across the seat and held my hand.

I was a little late so we had to park farther from the

banquet hall and with storm clouds over head I was really worried about the
possibility of rain. We got to the dance okay and we hadn't been inside when we
were jumped by Emily and Jamie. Emily looked absolutely perfect with the right
mix of sensual and demur.

Jamie made me gasp. The girl wore a black silk and lace

number that reminded me of the twisted not-so-little girl I'd been attracted to
initially. Her cover story was that she was the 'male' in the Emily-Jamie
couple. I may have been the only other person who appreciated the joke. What I
did get was the obvious attention of three women. I made a point of keeping
Amber in the dominant position. Emily had taught me well.

Several of my football friends came over and asked Emily and

Amber to dance. Jamie responded by asking several of their dates to dance --
all in the name of comedy of course. Jamie got away with so much crap, doing
close dances and even dipping some of her partners. When Emily and I joined in
the fun -- why I got the pleasure of dancing with one of my own lineman I'll
never know -- and we got Amber to join in as well.

Before long odd partner swaps become the thing to do, not

that there was anything home-erotic about it at all (right). By the time we
left around ten I had to tease Jamie for bringing about the moral decay of
Middle America. Jamie declared it was about time. Initially Amber and I thought
we'd go to the local hang out to see and be seen but Emily told us she felt a
bit nauseous and convinced us to go by her place.

By some miracle of pre-sentience Emily had informed her dad

that I would be taking her home, so I was left packing up all three girls and going
to Emily's. Emily's dad was up and he was pleased as hell to see me with his
daughter, even if it was with friends. We climbed up the stairs to Emily's room
and when we got the door shut Emily and Jamie fell onto the bed giggling like,
well, school girls.

"Do we need to be going now?" I suggested. I

really wasn't sure how much Amber was willing to digest. Play-acting at
Homecoming was one thing, but this could be very different.

"Don't you dare," Jamie declared. She began

wiggling out of her dress. I wasn't counting on the fact that Amber had seen
girls disrobe hundreds of times so she took Jamie's actions in stride.

This gave me the time to appreciate some of the purchases we

had been making for Jamie. What can I say; Jamie likes things slender, black,
and lacy. I had about as much as I could take when Emily started taking off her
dress as well. Why her parents allowed her to own baby-blue sheer underwear was
beyond me.

"I'm going to put on some jeans and a t-shirt Amber. I

have some of your clothes here if you want to change as well," Emily
stated innocently. I could barely detect the undercurrent of nervousness.

"I ... Craig," Amber stuttered.

"I'll step outside," I offered.

"Oh Amber," Emily teased, "you two are dating

now. It is okay." Amber stole an embarrassed look my way and all I could
think of was how I promised her dad that I would keep us in Emily's company.

"Okay," Amber responded hesitantly. I turned away

so that I could only get a side view of Amber. I quickly figured out that she
knew what I was doing but was performing anyway. As I waited Emily handed Amber
some clothes then she and Jamie proceeded to get dressed themselves.

"Well?" Amber said to me, sticking her chest out

suggestively, even if only to tease. I reached out and ran my finger from her
ear to chin.

"Very hot," I grinned. All three girls smile.

"What about you?" Jamie said accusingly. I looked

confused until Emily pulled off her comforter and revealed a t-shirt, jeans,
and shoes for me.

My first thought was how in the hell did Jamie get my stuff

then I realized she knew the way into my room by way of the window, that tricky
witch.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Emily

prodded.

"Fair is fair," Jamie added. I looked to Amber for

some release but she seemed overcome by events.

"Fine," I conceded, "but turn your backs

while I change." The three girls all exchanged looks.

"Of course we will," Jamie assured me. I started

to change and I caught all three girls pulling the same stunt I'd pulled with Amber.
I felt horribly naked yet I'd been unclothed with two with these women before.

"Very nice," Amber congratulated me. I looked down

into her face, searching for some level of surrender, and when I found it I
kissed her. She kissed back cautiously.

"He's a stud," Jamie joked, "he's more than

the two of us can handle, and he tries to make us happy. What more could a girl
want?"

Amber looked amused then laughed out loud. Emily stepped up

and hooked my arm.

"Craig's a sweet guy," Emily reassured Amber.

"Sweet tasting guy," Jamie giggled. I did my best

to look mortified.

"Oh," Amber said in a way that could be taking

well or poorly. To clarify for me, Amber came up and took my other arm.

With both arms pinned Jamie came up and stroked my chest.

"Just so we are clear, we aren't going to have a

three-way tonight," she taunted. I moaned and Amber gasped.

"Craig I want to make it clear. I'm not that kind of

girl," Amber clarified.

"What? You aren't going to torture me with sexual

innuendo, skimpy clothing, and provide a false sense of masculine
accomplishment?" I responded teasingly. Amber put her hand beside Jamie's.

"No, I'm not going to lick you from eyelids to toes and

give you a blowjob that will leave you blinded with pleasure on the first
date," she falsely panted.

"Excuse me, I think I have to go to the bathroom,"

I groaned. The three girls ignored my needs and led me out of the house after
that. After I put Jamie and Emily in the back seat I was putting Amber in the
front when she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so nice to me. You really are a

fun guy." What could I say? At least she didn't call me nice.

(Later That Evening)

We were one of dozen couples at the Waffle Shack when Blair

and a few of the football players came in. Blair and another guy, Ned, pulled
up some chairs and helped themselves to our table.

"So tell me Craig, who gets to be on top?" he

snickered. He'd been drinking more than was safe for someone of his average
mental capacity.

"Blair," Emily pleaded.

"Shut up!" Blair snapped.

"Watch yourself Blair. I'd hate to have to put you back

in the hospital," I said blithely. "Besides, you know what a screamer
Emily is," I taunted the closet homosexual who had once been Emily's
faux-boyfriend.

"Bastard," Blair growled.

"If you must know," Jamie grinned pleasantly,

"I get to be on top and Emily sits on his face." Emily blushed
furiously. Ned openly gawked and Blair sputtered. Amber nestled in closer to me
seeking some level of comfort and stability. I put an arm around her.

"Now you are trying to nail another one," Blair

observed. "At least Jack loosened her up for you."

"Excuse me," I told the ladies as I stepped up.

Ned stood up to meet me.

"Ned I don't have a problem with you," I managed

at which point he clobbered me. I was lying on the ground when the first foot
hit my guts. I was trying to curl up into a ball and defend myself when I heard
Jamie screaming furiously. Something got Ned off of me.

I was struggling to my feet when Ned threw Amber down on me.

We splayed out on the ground. I could now here Blair screaming for Ned then
Jamie squawked.

"God damn it!" the cook hollered. I used the

confusion to get up and pulled Amber with and behind me.

Ned had Jamie back pressed painfully over the table. Emily

hauled off and slapped him while her face was streaked with tears. I was
getting ready to fling myself at Ned when I heard the cook shout again.

"That's enough. Let go of the girl and get the hell out

of here," he directed to Blair and Ned brandishing a hot skillet. Emily, Jamie
and I were pretty regular here.

Ned let Jamie go and backed away. Blair got on his crutches

and when I saw his face he'd clearly been mangled by some fingernails. Only
when the door shut behind those two did I allow myself to sit back down.

"Okay, what in the hell just happened?" I asked.

"I think Amber saved your ass," Jamie wheezed.

"Jamie attacked Blair," Emily added.

"Amber, you attacked Ned? He's twice your size," I

wondered.

"You ... you are my date," she sounded

embarrassed.

"Remind me to never piss you off," I said as I

stroked her cheek.

"Amber, I'm proud of you," Emily added as she

reached across the table and squeezed Amber's hand.

"What about me?" Jamie pouted.

"Jamie, we already knew you were crazy," I grinned

to which Jamie responded by sticking out her tongue.

"How about we call it a night gang?" Jamie

suggested. I had to nod. "We can go back to Emily's, get our clothes and
head home." We gathered ourselves up and made the trek. Jamie and Emily
didn't hesitate to give me more in the way of kisses than I normally got or
deserved. Amber didn't only kiss me at the door; she ran her hands over my
chest and thanked me for a wonderful night. Getting my ass kicked didn't turn
out to be all that bad after all.

(Next Saturday)

By the next Monday everyone at school knew that Ned kicked

me to the ground. What happened was a Cold War between my friends on the team
and Blair's. The coach gave a pep talk that laid the blame fully on 'people
that reach beyond themselves' which I took to be me. To my friends credit they
saw through the bull crap.

Friday we fought a tough game against Panther Hill again.

This time the outcome was never in doubt. For the second half we stayed two
touchdowns up and I had to feel pretty happy how the team pulled together. I
put in only the briefest appearance with Emily and Jamie before making our exit
from the victory celebration.

On Saturday I promised to make it up to Amber. We went to

the local place to be seen and acted like a real couple which seemed to make
her happy. We were into some heavy petting in my car when Amber pulled away
with a very serious look in her eyes.

"Emily is my best friend Craig. I'd never hurt

her."

How does one say that my two girlfriends are probably doing

the exact same thing in Jamie's basement that we are doing right now?

"Amber, if you don't feel comfortable about this I can

take you home or we can go see what Emily is doing and just hang out
there," I told her. That gives her a second's pause then she reaches
across the car seat and starts kissing me again.

I have my hand inside the sweater and shirt but outside the

bra when the phone rang. I groaned because I was really starting to believe
Amber puts out on the second date and there all kinds of little tricks I'd
learned with Jamie that I've been dying to try out on another girl. It was
Emily with a 911. Seconds later I get the same from Jamie.

I didn't burn any red lights, but I didn't' dawdle either

getting to Jamie's. I was in the 'Man Cave' within seconds and Jamie was
shoving a phone in my face. What I saw filled me with a cold rage. Jack and
some of his buddies were making Gina Orwell pull a 'train'. The girl was
clearly distraught and teary-eyed, but Jack was egging her on so she submitted.
Only when the last guy has come on her body did Jack grab her by the face, tell
her what a whore she was, and walked away did Gina fall to pieces.

No one had to coach me on what to do this time. I called

Quantrill, my favorite wide-receiver and told him to gather up six guys. We had
something to do. Emily insisted we have to find Gina first so I had the guys
gather up and meet with me later. Tracking her down required us to travel from
the back of the bar where she was jumped down the road to her little home on
the wrong side of the tracks.

She was staggering home when we found her. She looked like

hell. Her blouse had been torn so that here are no buttons left and her bra had
been torn and mangled to the point it was useless. He skirt was a mess,
according to the video her panties have been torn off, and her hose were torn.
Her torso, face, hair and back were spackled with jism and it was sticking to
what clothes she did have. In essence, she'd been humiliated again by being
forced her to walk back home like this.

Her initial reaction to my approach was fearful. She knew my

car and made the assumption that some of us jocks had come back for seconds.
Amber, Emily, and Jamie had to pour out to the car to convince her that we were
here to help. The presence Amber elicited was its own kind of fear until she grabbed
the tearful Gina and pulled her close. Amber, Gina, and Emily piled into the
back seat. Gina was mumbling about her clothes and Emily was promising to her
new stuff. Jamie was a lot more succinct.

"Kill the bastard," she commanded me. I really

didn't need the encouragement, but nodded to Jamie anyway. I dropped everyone
off at Jamie's and she told me she was going to use her dad's car to pick us
some stuff for Gina. I rendezvoused with my teammates after that. One of our
guys has found Jack on the porch with three of his buddies, which is providence
because I would have hated to having to hunt them down one at a time all night.

There was no preamble to the fight. No one said something

macho. Jack and his buddies knew why we are there and my buddies knew these
assholes were a stain on our team's honor. We slammed into them like a
merciless wave. There was a reason I brought so many guys. I'd never intended
this to be a fair fight. You earn fair fights. This is a lesson and we proceed
to administer it with a vengeance.

We were polite enough to be waiting on the police when they

arrived. This was not something I'd be running away from and my buddies stuck
it out with me. We even helped the cop pile Jack and his bloodied buddies in
the squad car and followed him to the station. This was a time when I proved
that being the QB was worth something; we all showed up to face the music.

They called the Chief in, showed him the video Jack and his

buddies took of Gina and were let off with a warning about disturbing the
peace. I heard him saying something about 'boys being boys' before he
dispatched Jack and his cronies to the clinic. Gina deserved more but in this
town I figured this was what she's going to get. For the first time at school
I'd laid down the law and wonder of wonders, people listened.

I sneaked into Jamie's place around four in the morning.

She's left the door unlocked so I assumed I was welcome. I tried to be quiet
but Jamie stirred when I came in. She was snuggled up to Amber on the sofa.
Emily had her arms around Gina on sleeping bags on the floor. Soon all the
girls were staring at me.

"We put Jack and his buddies in the hospital. The

police have been dealt with. Gina, I sorry, but I doubt the cops are going to
look into this further," I informed her.

Amber, Emily, and Jamie exchange a glance then kind of sneak

looks to Gina.

"Why?"

"Essentially I think the cops are spineless," I

responded.

"No," she clarified, "why did you do

it?"

"Gina no one deserves to be treated like that,

especially if they hide behind the name of my team. Would you rather I had not
done it?" Gina seemed to think that over.

"I'm ruined in school now," she sobbed, "No

one will want to touch me, much less go out with me." Sadly I knew that is
not the truth. Anyone seeking an easy score would take Gina on a date, give her
a few beers and expect her to put out. After all, she fucked four guys at the
same time, right? What could I say?

"Gina, you are welcome at my table anytime," I

offered.

"Sure, we would be happy to have you," Emily, the

Queen, assured her.

"Of course. We both think Jack is a total douche. That

has to count for something," Amber added.

Gina hugged herself into Emily's blossomy embrace. Emily

shot me an awkward look that I'm willing to bet has more to do with arousal
than anything else. We both knew how horribly inappropriate coming on to such a
vulnerable girl would be. Amber being in the room made it all that much more
impossible.

"Well, I thought you deserved to know," I told the

girls as I turned to leave.

"Come back here and sit on the sofa," Jamie

instructed me. I went to sit beside her in the corner when she scooted aside
and left the space between Amber and Jamie the only place to settle into. I put
my ass down, sliding a bit into the seat and was tandem attacked by both woman.
The put their heads on my shoulders and proceeded to go back to sleep. Emily
got up and cut the light off before joining Gina back on the floor.

(Sunday)

I woke up to see Gina stretching as she sat on the floor,

arms reaching toward the ceiling. She saw me looking at her and immediately
blushed and looked away. I caught Emily looking over her shoulder at me. She'd
been watching the show too. Gina had on a Nightwish t-shirt that was a little
tight around the breasts and gym sweats which didn't do too much to hide her
figure.

Gina went down on one elbow and looked Emily in her large

blue eyes.

"Last night really happened didn't it?" Gina

asked.

"Yes, but we've been trying to make it better,"

Emily answered. Gina then surprised both Emily and I being crossing the
distance

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