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Team Spirit: Part 6
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Christmas, and what comes after

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You risk much for love, but you risk more by avoiding

it.

 (Week Fourteen)

Our final game of the season was on the road against

Montgomery, one of the top schools in the nation. We were underdogs but came
ready for a fight. They started out the game scoring a touchdown on us and we
couldn't seem to catch up. I started the third quarter. I got inside the twenty
twice, but couldn't deliver and that left me feeling like crap.

We lost by fourteen in the end after a valiant but futile

goal line stand in the final minute of the game. Morgan had the last series of
downs and tossed one hell of a pass for forty yards, proving he was one of the
best quarterbacks in the nation. Had the guy not been clobbered right after the
catch it might have meant something. As it was we simply ran out of time. It
was a long flight home.

(Monday)

Eleanor had missed class that day which was a bit odd. I had

meant to call her but the day had turned hectic with all sort of last minute
projects so I found myself knocking on the door more out of habit than anything
else. Denise answered the door and gave me a crooked smile.

"Hey sport, what's shaking?" she asked.

"Is Eleanor in?" I responded.

"She's been sick all weekend long," she informed

me. "She's probably not in the mood tonight."

"Can I see her?" I requested. Denise gave me

another look, stood aside and let me in. Eleanor was in one of the comfy chairs
drinking something that looked like coffee or tea. Her face lit up when I came
in.

"Craig, I'm ill," she sniffled. I moved over to

her. "Don't," she protested, "you'll get sick."

"I'll risk it," I insisted. "Now scoot over

and let me sit down."

"There isn't any room," she protested.

"Then get up and you can sit in my lap," I

ordered. Eleanor struggled to obey but when she sat down on me she leaned into
me and sighed.

"Thanks," Eleanor sniffled again. She was resting

her head on my shoulder. As I stroked her hair I noticed that Denise was
looking us over. She gave me a smile and a wink. "Did you miss me
today?" Eleanor asked.

"You weren't in class today?" I gasped. "I

hadn't noticed." Eleanor responded by giving me a weak elbow to the ribs.

"You are a beast," she groused. I kissed her on

the forehead and she wormed her way deeper into my arms.

"Can I get you some tea Craig?" Denise asked.

"Sure; with honey," I requested.

"Here you go," Denise said when she got back from

the kitchen. It was warm and good. After a few sips Eleanor looked up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" she inquired.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I responded. The

look she gave me was priceless. We put our tea cups down and I hefted her light
body up and headed upstairs.

"I'll go get our teas," I said when I had her tucked

in. I was back quickly having refreshed Eleanor's cup. We sat back on the bed
sipping our drinks in silence.

"I could get used to this," she said between nose

drips. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose. "God, I must look
horrible."

"You look fine to me," I promised her. She

remained quiet for a while.

"Why did you never ask to me to do ... things?"

she whispered.

"Things?" I asked. She rubbed my crotch and I

assumed she meant a blowjob.

"You never asked and I didn't want to rush anything. I

figured we could get to that next year," I told her. "That implies a
next year of course."

"You try and get away from me," she sniffled.

"I'll hurt you."

"How did you get so feisty?" I asked. She didn't

reply, just snuggled in and hugged me. I wrapped her up and slowly rocked her
to sleep, getting her cup from her drooping hand. I woke up in the morning with
a bit of a back ache from my sleeping position, but it was worth it.

(Thursday)

I was crawling through the library tombs late at night

getting the last bit of my bibliography for my final English term paper when I
ran across a strange individual working alone in one of the glassed off private
rooms. It was Betsy Atkins, the girl Barney had been interested in at the start
of the semester. She had a stack of books around her.

"Problems," I inquired. Her head popped up and I

could see her mind try to place me. She looked frazzled.

"Oh, it is you," she replied. "I'm only doing

some course work." I leaned against the door.

"Where is your study group?" I wondered. She

looked depressed by the question.

"It sort of fell apart," she admitted.

"You drove the girls out and the guys left when they

realized they weren't going to get any action," I guessed. She lowered her
head.

"What makes you say ..." she began then, "How

did you know?"

"You are an attractive, intelligent woman with a health

ego," I pointed out. "You probably have never had a female friend,
you don't suffer fools lightly, and you are naturally abrasive. You attract
men, but they don't stick around because you can be cruel and cutting. You have
even less patience with women. Am I wrong?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped. She was now close

to tears. I could walk away and let her drowned.

"Betsy, is there anything I can do to help?" I

asked. She glared at me then shook her head.

"Only if you know your history of Western

Civilization?" she mumbled.

"I'm not ignorant," I grinned. "I can find it

on a map and I know that Roman Civilization came after the Peloponnesian
Wars." Again I could tell she didn't really think I could string three
words together. I blamed it all on my High School civics teacher.

"I need to know about Hammurabi's Code and what

influence it has on modern law," she told me. I looked over her books and
sat down.

"You start with that book, and I'll start here," I

offered. We divided up the source material and began making notes. It was past
midnight when she had something she could turn in.

"I ... why did you help me when you don't like

me?" she asked.

"Half of us won't make it to our senior years Betsy. A

few more of us will make it if we help each other."

"Seriously?" she doubted.

"Why is that so hard to believe? Betsy you chose to be

a bitch, but you don't have to be. You are smart and could make friends if you
decided to."

"What now?" she said. I was afraid that she

thought the worst of me. She was hot after all.

"I imagine you are going to go home and get some sleep

and I'm going to stay and finish my English project," I informed her. She
began putting her books away and then she was gone. About ten minutes later
there was a voice being cleared behind me. I turned and it was Betsy.

"Do you need some help?" she offered. It took us

to well past two getting it right. The next morning I learned we had the house.
Thank God, because I couldn't have dealt with Jamie without it.

(Week Fifteen)

It was our first weekend without football though we still

practiced. In college, serious programs never stop but are all year around
affairs. Considering how much money the football program brought we were
expected to put out. We also learned we weren't getting a Bowl bid. Such was
the vagaries of life.

It was strange to see how different I was from most of my

teammates. They wanted to go out and party but I still had work to do for
exams. Eleanor was kind enough to help me (and Barney) with our Biology final
and Jamie helped me with math. The rest I could do on my own, or rather I was
forced to do on my own. Monday the exams started.

(Friday)

After my Friday morning exam it was off to furniture

rentals. It was interesting to referee between Jamie and Amber. Emily was much
more conciliatory, but wasn't willing to run full tilt at her friends. My main
tool was reminding Jamie how much she would have to work at job to make her share
of the expenses.

When we finally settled on a design theme I felt like I'd

won conference game. Emily hugged me while Jamie and Amber looked at me with
the deep suspicion that I'd favored one over the other. That convinced me that
I had done it right. The whole heady sensation that we would have furniture
delivered in the next day was something I would not soon forget.

(Week Sixteen)

After practice Mark and I hurried to the new home. Jamie had

driven down and gotten Gina and the furniture company was in the process of
unloading everything. Gina hug-tackled Mark the moment he announced his
presence and when I turned to laugh at him Jamie tackled me. She was near tears
and that was when I really had saved her sanity. I held her tight and stroked
the back of her hair.

"How is the sleeping arrangements going to work

out?" said Jesse from the door.

"Barney isn't here yet, but it is Mark Quantrill here

with Gina Orwell here. You three don't know each other. Guys, this is Jesse
Costas; he's my current roommate. Amber is going to room with Emily here, and
Jamie is going to room with me."

"Barney is ..." Gina asked.

"Barney is Barney Ross, one of my study buddies and in

the same major as me," I informed her.

"Cool," she smiled. I imagined that nothing could

ruin this day for her.

"So, how come you two jocks get to have live in

mates?" Jesse questioned.

"Because I don't trust Jamie with Gina," I joked

back. Everyone thought it was funny ... except Jamie who took the occasion to
punch me. What's with girls hitting me all the time?

By the end of the day Jesse, Mark, Barney and I had all our

stuff moved in and we were sitting around in the semi-darkness eating Mac-D's.
The power and water wouldn't come on until Monday, which equated to minimum
computer time. Cable wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Our whole group laughed
about living in the dark ages of the 1980's.

Barney, Jesse, Mark, and Emily made plans to head home in

the morning. Amber and I would head out in the next week because we both felt
the need to meet with the family before Christmas. That night though I was
about to go to bed when I heard some moaning from the room next to me; it was
Mark and Gina.

I was trying to get to sleep with visions of a semi-clad

Gina dancing in my mind when I felt Jamie's hand on my chest. I moved over and
she joined me under the covers. I wanted to make some sort of joke at Mark and
Gina's expense but Jamie's poetic nature beat me to the punch.

"Let's fuck like bunnies." That was Jamie for you;

the soul of romance.

I twisted Jamie on top of me so I could work off her shirt

and get to her nipples. I loved the way they stood out and they had an extra
quality to them in the cold air. I reached down for her ass and discovered she
had no shorts or panties on; I began to suspect premeditation on her part.
Jamie lifted one leg so I could quickly pull my underwear off then she leapt
back on me.

We kissed like hungry beasts, or desperate lovers. I held

her head in my hands so I could control our intensity and direct my kisses to
other places than her lips. Jamie being Jamie; she thrashed against me
playfully. It was by accident that I entered her but we fell still when it
happened. She looked down at me and I could swear she was smiling.

Jamie slowly slipped down my shaft inch by tight inch.

"God I love this," she whispered to me. I bent my

body up to kiss her in response. Jamie pushed my down and began rubbing up and
down against me, her nipples dragging up and down my chest and tickling my own
nipples.

To help her rhythm I grabbed her ass so I could pull up on

when she wanted to go up and rest easy as she pushed back down. We shared the
labor of our sex and soon our sweat added a new texture, heat and friction. In
the cold night air it was exhilarating.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she began grunting. I began

pumping my groin into her when I was already inside.

Jamie pushed herself down into my shoulder.

"Craig!" she screamed, partially muffled by my

flesh. She kept panting and clawing at my flesh for several long seconds.
Jamie's fluids flooded my crotch, ass, and sheets.

"Oh God!" came the cry from the other room.

Apparently Gina had chosen not to stifle her own orgasm. I felt sorry for Jesse
... less so for Barney.

I held Jamie tight as we regained our breath.

"Let's go sleep in your bed," I suggested.

"No you don't," Jamie whispered. She began pushing

up and down on me again and my hands once more gripped her ass. At the same
time she began tightening her vaginal muscles in a new way.

"Damn that is good," I said softly between bated

breathe. Jamie picked up her pace and began raking my ribs with her
fingernails. It wasn't for lack of effort that she didn't skin me alive. The
pain combined with her exceptional sexual dynamic cause my sex to finally erupt
inside of her. My body was wracked with pleasure and Jamie gave gloating 'ahs'
on top of me.

"Now we can go sleep in my bed," she giggled.

"Now I want your ass," I whispered.

"Really; do you think you can get it up?" she said

with a wiggle.

"Do you want to find out?" I tested her.

"Actually my ass if freezing. This house is cold,"

Jamie sighed. "Let's go to my bed and see what 'comes up' in the
morning." I slapped her ass lightly and Jamie squeaked. I had the fun of
chasing her across the room and jump into the other bed with her. As far as I
could tell we fell into a blissful slumber about the same time.

Christmas Break

As I came up the walkway to our college group home Jamie

came running out to jump into my arms. I was barely able to put my gifts down
before she collided with me.

"God, I've missed you," she said between kisses.

"Jamie, I've been gone three days," I responded. I

saw Gina standing somewhat self-consciously at the door. I'd been back in our
home town spending time with my Mom.

"Hey, Gina," I called out. "Help me unload

the car." She shuffled toward me as I hung onto Jamie. Together the three
of us went to the car. The second Christmas present Gina pulled out made her
pause. I casually looked her way.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"This has my name on it," she mumbled.

"It's Christmas; you get gifts on Christmas," I

grinned. Gina attacked the pile of gifts, her smile growing larger. The three
of us finally got everything inside and I sighed when I noticed what Jamie had
gotten for a Christmas tree -- a fossilized bush completely devoid of leaves.

At least Jamie had the good sense to look contrite when I

cast my baleful gaze upon her.

"Well, let's get the presents open," I announced.

Jamie and Gina sat down and attacked their small pile of presents. Gina got one
from Mark, Amber, Emily, Jamie, and I and she went hog wild. She danced around
the place with her clothes, new cell phone, and pre-paid charge card.

Jamie laughed it up with Gina and they both raced back to

their bedrooms to change. Gina had the good sense to come out fully clothed but
Jamie tempted fate by coming out in her new hoodie and thong panties. Gina was
scandalized, but I noticed her gaze kept slipping Jamie's way. It reminded me
of the kiss Gina had shared with Emily a year ago.

"What did you get for Christmas?" Jamie asked.

"Two gorgeous girls to do with as I please," I

chortled. Gina gulped and Jamie poked me in the chest.

"Don't worry, Gina. When he talks about his two girls

he's referring to his right hand and left hand," Jamie grinned.

"Ouch," I cringed. "I came all this way to

see you, Baby."

"You came all this way to sleep alone tonight,"

she taunted me. Gina giggled. I looked pained which only made Jamie happier.

"Don't you want some hot throbbing sex?" I begged.

"I don't know," Jamie said loftily. "Gina,

what are you doing tonight?" Gina choked.

"I ah -- Craig, a little help here?" Gina

sputtered.

"I'll hold her down and you tickle her," I

conspired. Gina looked uncertain but Jamie knew what was coming and bolted for
the bedroom. I raced after her and got her right at the bedroom door. I wrapped
her up in my arms and lifted her back to the main room.

"Gina! Help!" Jamie squawked. I fell down on the

sofa and Jamie thrashed around trying to get free. Gina hovered over us for a
few seconds before a whole new kind of smile came to her face and she leapt on
Jamie. Jamie started really kicking and screaming in hysterics while Gina
tickled her without mercy.

The three of us fell to the floor and soon Gina was tickling

me and Jamie equally. I grabbed Gina in desperation and pulled her to us. Jamie
was fighting for breath but managed to get on top of Gina where the tickling
was returned with intent. In the end we were all struggling for breath on the
floor and lying on our backs.

Jamie rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her

elbows looking down on Gina.

"You are going to pay for your treachery, young

maiden," Jamie panted.

Gina reached up and stroked Jamie's hair.

"Okay," she responded softly.

"How about I go out and get some food?" I

suggested.

"I'll go with you," Gina insisted in a nervous

manner. We stood up and gathered our coats, and I noticed Jamie's confused
expression. Gina had some issues, that was for sure.

Gina sat in silence for most of the trip to the Chinese

take-out place. On the way back Gina turned to me, looking very serious.

"You and Jamie are very close, right?" Gina asked.

"Very close. But that doesn't mean the two of you can't

be close too," I suggested. That brought Gina up short once more.
"What you are feeling is totally natural, Gina. You don't have to worry
about Jamie or me judging you," I told her.

"Craig, I like you; I trust you. What am I going to

do?" Gina worried. She trusts me? What is wrong with my jock image that
makes girls want to trust me and makes me not want to abuse that trust? How
less complicated would my life be if I was as total asshole?

"Follow your heart, Gina. Have a little faith in

you," I responded.

"What about us, -- you and me?" Gina asked.

"As I've told you earlier, you are beautiful. Mark is

my friend and I don't feel there can be an 'us' while the two of you are
together. You, Jamie, and Emily are a different matter," I assured her.
"Don't worry about me getting jealous; Jamie has always gone her own way
and I think Emily likes you."

"She does?" Gina sounded a bit surprised.

"Oh, yeah, trust me on that one. Emily likes you a

lot," I told her.

"Amber?" Gina questioned.

"Amber less so, but that has more to do with what she

likes than anything personal," I assured her.

"We are not talking about friendship, are we?" Gina

asked for clarification.

"Nope," I answered. Gina looked at her hands a

long time.

"All of this was going on when we were in high school,

wasn't it?" she inquired.

"Yes, it was," I grinned.

"I always thought there was something 'friendly' about

Emily and Jamie; they were always so helpful and touchy-feely," she noted.

"Did you like that level of relationship?" I

asked. She thought that over for a minute.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "Yes, I did. Do

you think Mark will get upset?"

"Are you going to dump him?" I responded.

"No," Gina declared. "Mark is the best thing

to ever happen to me."

"Then I think we are okay. The weird thing will be if

Mark wants to watch," I inform

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