This Means WAR!

I never thought in a million years that I fall head over heals for a jock, but that’s exactly what happened. It was my second year at the University of Texas. Troy Malone was a handsome, intelligent, outrageously funny guy, and he was a quarterback on the football team, albeit the second string, since he was just a junior.

I’m a small town girl, but I was neither naïve nor a virgin. I guess on the virgin to slut scale from one to ten, I was a three when I met Troy. A Business major, I had always been a straight A student.

With UT being the big football school that it is, going anywhere on campus or off with Troy, the presumptive next year’s starting quarterback, was very different from anything I’d experienced before. He drew a crowd wherever he went.

Even though Troy wasn’t the most patient lover, he more than made up for that with his abundant enthusiasm and endurance. By the time he was ready to call it a night; I would be totally spent and exhausted.

We’d been dating for two months when Troy convinced me to do something I swore I’d never, ever do. He talked me into taking a naked selfie and sending it to him via text. “I just need something to look at when I can’t be with you. I swear, I’m the only one who will ever see it.”

I believed him. I trusted him. How could I have been so stupid? The asshole forwarded that picture to half the school. For the next two weeks, everywhere I went, all I heard from “friends” and strangers alike was “Nice rack!” and “Awesome tits!” and “Hot bod!”.

It should go without saying that I broke up with Troy.

* * *

I avoided dating for quite a while, but Troy was having a blast playing the field. One of the girls he was dating was a really, really hot blonde named Karla Penderdorf. She did have somewhat of a reputation for being a blowjob queen, but that obviously didn’t bother Troy.

Karla had an apartment off campus, and shortly after hooking up with Troy, she threw a party at her place. She invited Troy, of course, as well as several of his teammates and their girlfriends.

I wasn’t at the party, but I was able to see and hear most of it via nanny cam. Unbeknownst to Troy, Karla was in several of my classes and we were good enough friends for her to do me this favor. Actually, it didn’t hurt that she thought he was an arrogant asshole. She only dated him because of his status around campus.

The main event of the party came late in the evening. Karla had everyone gather in the living room. She announced that she’d come up with a new recipe for popsicles, and that Troy had been gracious enough to be her taste tester. And then she slid the DVD into the player and everyone’s attention turned to the wide-screen TV.

The first scene showed Karla presenting Troy with three popsicles, one orange, one grape, and one strawberry. He was instructed to eat all three before rendering his decision about which flavor was the best, and that is just what he did, finally announcing that he preferred the strawberry flavored popsicle.

The next scene showed Karla in the kitchen. She told the audience that she wanted to show them how she made the popsicles. She had three small mixing bowls, each one containing a small amount of flavored Kool-Aid. Then she sprinkled a small amount of Jello of the matching flavors into each bowl. Finally, she smiled at the camera and told the audience she was ready to add her “special” ingredient.

The audience let out a collective gasp when the image on the TV showed Karla on her knees in front of a guy. She was sucking his hard cock, periodically looking at the camera and smiling with a naughty wink. The audience couldn’t see who the guy was, but I knew. Karla said he was famous for the copious amount of cum he produced.

When he warned Karla that he was close, she removed her mouth and jerked him off into a clear glass. Sure enough, he produced an unbelievable amount of cum. And then the scene switched back to the kitchen and showed Karla mixing a healthy portion of cum into each bowl before pouring each into the popsicle molds.

The video then flashed immediately back to Troy devouring the popsicles. Finally, the scene switched to Karla and I standing side by side, her arm over my shoulder, and mine around her waist. I looked right into the camera and said, “Take that, Troy, you mother fucking asshole.”

Needless to say, Troy left almost immediately. The others stayed long enough for another beer and a lot of laughs.

* * *

Word of mine and Karla’s practical joke on Troy made its way around campus quickly. The reactions were mixed, some taking the position that “those two sluts shouldn’t have done that to Troy, our next quarterback”, while others praised us with “Way to go, girl.”, and “That’ll show the bastard for sharing personal selfies.”

Needless to say, both Karla and I had to stay on our toes for anything that looked suspicious. If we encountered any situation that didn’t look exactly right, we immediately avoided it.

Fortunately, the rest of the semester passed without further incident. I convinced myself that Troy had accepted that we were even.

* * *

It was several weeks into the second semester when I met Garry Barnett. I was sitting in the cafeteria with some friends when I noticed him looking my way several times. He was sitting with a group of guys, but he finally mustered the courage to come over and ask me out to supper.

Gary wasn’t the most handsome guy on campus, but I found him to be quite charming so I accepted his offer. I was glad I did. He was very sweet, a great listener, and a true gentleman. When he picked me up at my dorm, he presented me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and then he waited patiently in the lobby while I went upstairs and put them in water. Best of all, he was in no way associated with the football team. In fact, he was the captain of the swim team, which accounted for his lean, fit body. He lived with his parents only a few miles from campus, so he wasn’t a constant partier.

After three wonderful dates, the first to the Olive Garden for supper, the second bowling, and the third for a picnic by the lake, I decided to let him know I wouldn’t mind taking our relationship to the next level.

“Are you sure?” he asked me prior to me getting out of his SUV in front of my dorm.

“I am very sure” I assured him. And then I gave him the most passionate kiss we’d shared to that point.

Our next date didn’t end until after we’d shared several hours in a very nice hotel room near the university. God! He was a wonderful lover. He was patient, attentive, and very, very talented, especially with his tongue. When he was eating my pussy, he even used his tongue on my ass. That was a new experience for me, but I loved it. Before those few hours were over, Gary Barnett owned me.

The following week was to end with a three day weekend. Gary invited me to go camping with him. “I know a great spot out in the woods with a beautiful clear stream, and I have all the camping equipment we’ll need.” How could I refuse?

Friday evening, we drove to his house and loaded his SUV with a tent, sleeping bag, cooking utensils, and a few other odds and ends. I got to meet his parents, and I quickly learned how he came about being so polite. They were an absolute joy.

We headed out early Saturday morning. I was tempted to give him a blowjob during the two hour drive, but I decided it would be much more erotic out in the woods.

Gary had been spot on about the beauty of the place. It was deep in the woods, very secluded, and the stream had a short waterfall just above a small pool.

It took us a couple of hours to set up camp, and then we immediately undressed and took a very cold dip in the shallow pool. After lying out on towels in the sun long enough to warm up, we had an awesome day and night of steamy hot sex.

At one point, when he was supporting himself on his outstretched arms, my legs over his shoulders, he asked “Fucking outside is awesome, isn’t it?”

“Fucking you anywhere is awesome.” I panted, and then I immediately proceeded to cum for the second time.

The next afternoon, while we were stretched out on our towels, recuperating from a lively fuck, sipping our beers and soaking in the sun, Gary dropped a bombshell on me, “Sherry, I dated a girl last year who turned me on to mild bondage. I found the lack of control to be a real turn on.”

I stared at him hard, “So you want to tie me up?”

“No, no.” He defended himself, “The lack of control turned me on, not being in total control of someone else.”

The light came on in my brain, “Oh, so you want me to tie you up. Is that it?”

“Yeah. Would that freak you out . . . tying me up, blindfolding me and doing anything you want with or to me?”

“Anything I want?” I asked him with a chuckle.

“Yep.”

“I think I can handle that.” I told him with a laugh.

Gary immediately got up and went to his SUV. He returned a minute later with a bag. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed when he dumped out its contents. There were four metal stakes, a hammer, four long pieces of rope with Velcro loops on the ends, and one black blindfold. “You came prepared.” I added with a loud and sustained laugh.

He just chuckled and began driving the stakes into the ground. After attaching the ropes to the stakes, he spread his towel between them and lay down. Next, he attached two of the Velcro loops around his ankles which left his legs spread wide. “Okay, you’re up.” He told me. “Do my wrists and then blindfold me.”

I followed his instructions, but the entire time, was having a difficult time believing we were actually doing this.

Once he was strung out spread eagle and blindfolded, I was at a loss as to what to do next. Finally, I walked the few yards back to our camp and got a folding chair, then to the ice chest for a new beer.

After placing the chair just out of his reach and having a few sips of my beer, an idea came to me. I returned to the ice chest and extracted the largest cube of ice I could find. When I returned to Gary, I immediately began trailing the ice over and around his nipples. When he complained, I admonished him, “You’d better be quiet. I don’t want to have to gag you too.”

While I was teasing his nipples with the ice, my brain was whirling, trying to come up with something to do to him. That’s when I spotted a nearby young sapling. I was grinning while I was breaking off a two foot limb with a healthy supply of soft leaves.

When I got back to Gary, I began teasing the bottoms of his feet with the leaves. I made my way up his legs to a point just short of his balls. Then I moved up to his neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. I was amazed at how that made his dick begin to grow and harden.

When I thought I’d put it off long enough, I began swishing the leaves gently over his dick and balls. It didn’t take much of that to make him fully hard. Okay, what to do next? Nothing came to mind, so I sat in the chair and took another few sips of my beer.

I’m not sure why, but my mind went back to the first time Gary went down on me. I remembered the way he’d used his tongue on my ass, and how much I had enjoyed that. I thought of squatting over his face and making him do that again, but that would require his cooperation, so I dismissed the idea.

I remembered more than one past lover asking me for anal sex. I had always declined. I just didn’t trust any of them not to hurt me. Gary had a nice dick. It was slightly longer than average, but it was slender like the rest of his sleek competitive swimmer’s body. And I could be in total control. If I was ever going to try it, this could be the perfect time.

I went back to our tent and got a bottle of baby oil out of my bag. I always had a bottle of baby oil with me. I used it on my breasts, stomach and abdomen daily, something my mom told me would keep my skin moist and healthy, “And when you are married and get pregnant, you won’t get stretch marks.”

When I returned to Gary, I knelt between his legs and began licking up and down his hard shaft. Little did he know that, with the other hand, I was slowly and gently working an oily finger into my own ass. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally managed to get two fingers inside me, all the while licking and sucking Gary’s hard dick.

When I thought my asshole was sufficiently stretched out, I spread baby oil all over Gary’s dick, then I moved up and purred in his ear, “I’ve never had anal sex, but I’m going to try. You’d better not move or I’ll take a switch to your balls.”

It took a while, but I finally managed to work the head of his dick into my ass. I took my time, letting my ass grow accustom to the intrusion and the feeling, then I began pushing harder. When I had two or three inches in me, I began slowly moving up and down on it, pushing down a little more with every three or four downward movements.

It took me three or four minutes, but I finally managed to work the entire length of his hard dick into my ass. After getting used to the feeling, which I actually found quite nice, I began to slowly fuck my ass with his hard dick.

I actually came twice while fucking him, and without so much as touching my clit. I was amazed.

I was getting really tired and almost gave up on making him cum when he began bucking his hips up to meet my downward thrusts. And then he let out a low guttural grunt and I felt the first spurts of his hot cum splatter inside me. I was surprised that I could feel it, but the feeling was awesome.

When he was finished and shriveling, I rolled over onto my back beside him, panting and gasping for air. After a minute or so, I managed, “Holy Shit! That . . . was incredible. I should . . . have tried that . . . a long time ago. Did you . . . enjoy it?” I asked, still gasping for air.

“Hell yes! It was my first time too. It was different, and I loved it.”

“Good, then next time, you can do all the work.”

He chuckled, “Okay, I think I can handle that.”

When I’d sufficiently recuperated, I removed Gary’s blindfold and removed the Velcro from his wrists and ankles. “I’ll get us a beer.” I told him.

When I returned from the ice chest, we lay there sipping our beers. After a couple of minutes, Gary said, “That’s a real turn on . . . the helpless feeling. You should try it sometime.”

I thought about it for only a few seconds before responding with, “Okay, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give it a try, but we’ll have to wash up first . . . especially you.” I said, pointing to his dick which showed the obvious signs of being in an asshole.

He chuckled again, “Of course, but I need a few minutes.”

I laughed, “Only a few minutes?”

He shrugged and raised his beer to me in toast, “Okay, so maybe more than a few. That was one hell of a fucking.”

When we’d both finished our beers, Gary stood up and told me, “Okay, let’s go wash up and then you can assume the position.” He said, pointing to where he’d been lying.

* * *

The anticipation of what I was about to do was very exciting to me, even though I wasn’t sure exactly why. Perhaps it was because I trusted Gary totally, and this was my chance to demonstrate that to him.

I’m not sure what I expected to happen when I was in position, blindfolded and strapped down spread eagle on the towel, but I surely didn’t expect to hear Gary on his phone saying, “Okay, you can come on down.”

Was this some kind of joke? Was he just trying to scare me? If that was his goal, he was successful . . . very successful.

The next thing I heard was a folding chair being either folded up or unfolded, and then several male voices. I didn’t recognize any of them, so I admonished Gary, “God damnit, Gary, what the fuck?”

And then I heard something that made my whole body stiffen and paralyzed my brain. It was unmistakably Troy’s voice, and it was stern and hateful, “Shut the fuck up, bitch, or I’ll stuff a rag in your mouth.”

I kept telling myself this wasn’t happening. Perhaps I’d fallen asleep and was having a nightmare.

Next, I heard the tabs pulled on four or five beer cans, and then Gary’s voice, the same Gary I had began to fall in love with . . . the same Gary I had come to trust with all my being. He asked, “Did you talk to the coach?”

“I did.” Troy answered, “Everything is cool. You’ll be on the sideline with us for every home game next year.”

Is that all it took for Gary to betray me, or was this planned all along? Was this the goal when Gary asked me out that first time? Had he been acting a sick role all along? Didn’t he feel anything for me at all? Apparently not, if he could do something like this to me just so he could be on the sideline with the football team at home games. Asshole—no—mother fucking, slime ball, pussy asshole.

What were they going to do to me? I couldn’t imagine that they’d rape me. That would be a serious crime. They could abuse me in other ways, perhaps whip me with switches, but that would leave marks—evidence I could use against them with the police. But if not any of those, what? What did Troy have in his sick, disgusting brain? I was afraid to speculate further.

I heard the crunching of beer cans—big strong men—pathetic, and then Gary asked, “You ready, bro?”

Troy answered, “Nah, I think we all need another beer first.”

More beer cans being opened, and then some of the voices I didn’t recognize talking, “She has an awesome rack,” one said, and another responded, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with those bodacious ta-tas.”

I couldn’t resist saying in the most venomous voice I could muster, “Fuck you, assholes. You’d better get your sick jollies off now, cause you’ll never get to touch–”

And then there were fingers on one of my nipples, pinching . . . pinching really, really hard and twisting. Troy’s voice, “I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch. One more word out of your mouth and I’ll not only stuff a rag in your pathetic fucking mouth, I’ll hurt you—hurt you really, really bad. Do you understand me, cunt?”

What could I do but nod my understanding?

Ten minutes later, there was more crunching of beer cans—pathetic. I guessed it was about five minutes after that when my blindfold was ripped off.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus against the harsh rays of the sun. And then I saw Troy standing just behind my head. His shorts were down to his knees and he was holding his dick in his hand. “Open your mouth, bitch.” He ordered me.

It was obvious what he intended to do, so I clamped my mouth shut as tightly as I could and shook my head from side to side.

“We can do this easy or hard, but we’re going to do it either way. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

When I didn’t obey, Troy bent over and grabbed both of my nipples, pulling them and pinching them so hard, I was afraid they would be yanked right off my tits. When I didn’t comply right away, he stepped on my bicep and shifted his weight. The pain was too much for me, so I finally complied, opening my mouth wide.

“Well, well, she’s not as tough as she thinks she is. If you close your mouth again, what you just got is nothing to what I’ll do to you next time. Do you understand me, bitch?”

I nodded immediately, afraid to find out what he might do if I didn’t obey.

A few seconds later, he started peeing. It took him a couple of seconds, but he finally managed to direct his hot stream to my head and mouth. I did my best not to swallow or gag, but it was difficult.

“Swallow, bitch!” He yelled at me. “You’d better fucking swallow it or you’ll be sorry.”

I obeyed. As disgusting as it was, I was more afraid of feeling his wrath than the obnoxious act of swallowing his piss. When he finally finished, I thought it was over. I was mistaken, even though what followed was far less disgusting than what had just transpired. The other guys stood around me and began pissing all over my body.

I was shocked, even though I shouldn’t have been, when I saw Gary standing nearby recording the whole thing with a video camera.

When they were all finished, they set about to breaking camp and packing everything into Gary’s SUV, including my clothes and bag.

Just before they all left, Troy came back down to me and said, “Think about this the next time you want to fuck with me, bitch.” And he strode up the hill and disappeared.

Great! I thought. The good news was that they were gone. The bad news was that they’d left me staked out like a bear hide tanning in the sun. The reality sunk in on me that it might be days or even weeks before someone found me . . . if ever. At least I would die with the knowledge that they’d left their DNA all over me. They’d rot in prison for the rest of their lives.

I guessed that I’d been lying there for over two hours, baking in the sun when I heard a car approaching. I looked up in time to see a silver Honda park and a guy I didn’t recognize get out. “Oh great! What now?” I mumbled to myself.

To his credit, the guy didn’t pause to gawk at me. He simply began taking the Velcro from my wrists and ankles. “I’m Ben. They drew me a map and told me you needed help. I’m supposed to take you back to town.”

“Thank you, Ben, but I need to wash off first. The bastards peed all over me.”

“Oh wow! I don’t know anything about that. I’m just supposed to come get you.”

I made my way to the stream and got into the cold water. I lay down so I could rinse my face and hair. When I was done, I got out and used the only thing available to dry off—the piss soaked towel I’d been lying on. Then I wrapped it around me and followed him up the hill to his car.

I was shocked when he informed me, “I’m sorry, but you can’t bring the towel. Those are my instructions. I can’t take you to town if you bring the towel.”

“FINE!” I half screamed, tossing the towel to the ground and getting into the front seat of his car.

We didn’t talk on the drive back to town. But to my surprise, he pulled over into a parking lot well away from campus. “Why are you stopping?”

“This is where I was told to drop you off. Some of your clothes are supposed to be on the brick wall under the Wells Fargo Bank sign. It’s two blocks up the street. The rest of your things are supposed to be on your bed at the dorm.”

“Fuck!” I said in a disgusted voice. “At least they could have left me my shoes. The concrete is going to be scalding hot.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to do what they told me.”

He seemed sincere, so I thanked him for coming to get me and began my naked two block walk, trying to stay on grass where it was possible. I just ignored the honking horns and stares, instead totally focusing on getting to my destination.

When I finally arrived at the bank sign, none of my clothes were there, just my shoes. “Fucking great!” I almost cried. I ducked down between two parked cars and waited. Finally, a thirty something woman came out of the bank and walked to a park car near me. I got her attention and told her I needed help. “I really, really need a ride to my dorm on the UT campus. PLEASE!”

Fortunately, she agreed and let me get into her car. During the drive, she chuckled, “You must have really pissed someone off.”

“You have no idea.” I told her.

When she pulled up in front of my dorm, I thanked her, took a deep breath and got out, striding up the steps and inside while trying to ignore others nearby.

Inside, everyone in the lobby stopped abruptly in their tracks. Again, I tried to ignore them. I walked straight to our dorm mom’s desk. “Mrs. Bradford, I need you to let me into my room.”

When she looked up from her reading, she let out a sharp gasp, “What the–”

“Please, Mrs. Bradford, please just let me into my room. I’ll explain everything later.”

She grabbed her key ring and followed me up the two flights of stairs. When she unlocked my door and let me inside, she said “I’ll expect a full explanation when you’re up to it, young lady.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I was glad to see my clothes, purse and cell phone on my bed.

While I was in the shower, I vowed to myself that I’d get even with that bastard if it was the last thing I ever did.

* * *

The video was edited and had no sound. It didn’t show Troy pinching and pulling on my nipples or him stepping on my upper arm. And it didn’t show the faces of any of the participants, other than mine, of course. It was titled “Sherry Glendale, GG, Golden Girl.”

For the rest of the semester, many, many on campus called me GG. I didn’t know most of them, but the nickname stuck. Those who hadn’t seen the video would ask me, “Why do people call you GG?”

“It’s just a nickname, no big deal.”

“Should I call you GG?”

“Not if you want to live very long.” Was my standard response.

The semester couldn’t end fast enough to suit me.

* * *

I enjoyed my time at home over the holidays. I didn’t have to put up with any of that GG shit, and I didn’t have to think about Troy, but I did anyway—a lot.

When the spring semester started, I was a Junior and Troy was a Senior. As predicted, he became the starting quarterback for the UT football team, and he was so popular; it made me just want to puke.

Some on campus still called me GG, but I had mentally prepared myself for that. I just smiled at them and pretended it didn’t bother me at all.

During the Fall semester, I went to every home football game. I couldn’t force myself to stay away.

It was the third home game of the season. UT was playing TCU, a huge rival. Troy was really on his game. He threw for three touchdowns and scrambled for just under a hundred yards. He completed thirty two out of thirty seven passes with no interceptions. UT won the game going away.

After the game, a freshman girl wearing a cheerleader’s outfit waited patiently outside the team locker room. When the first player exited the locker room, she asked him in an excited voice, “Who got the Game Ball?”

“Troy Malone, of course.”

“Okay, thanks.”

As the stadium emptied out, including the team’s locker room, the girl was joined by three of her friends, all wearing similar outfits. Troy Malone had to endure the post-game press conference where the coach and quarterback get to tell the press how great they were, so Troy was one of the last to shower and leave the locker room.

The four girls stopped him in the tunnel which led out to the parking lot. “Troy, we have a special surprise for you. It’s a tradition for us to give the winner of the Game Ball a special gift.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like that.” He responded skeptically.

All the girls giggled, “That’s because we warn them that we’ll deny everything, and if they blab, they won’t get this special gift again, regardless of how many more Game Balls they win.”

He chuckled, “Okay, I’ll bite. What is the ‘special gift’?”

The four girls grabbed his arms and led him towards the weight room, “You’ll see. We promise you’ll love it. Past Game Ball winners sure had a great time.”

Standing in front of the door to the weight room was a very large fellow. He was six foot four and weighed a very solid three hundred and twenty pounds. Hulk (his nickname), was the NCAA national champion weight lifter, so everyone knew him. He paid his way through college working as the bouncer in the roughest night club in Austin (Just think of the movie Roadhouse), so he was tough as well as super strong.

Hulk greeted Troy and opened the door for him. “Don’t worry, Troy, I’ll make sure you aren’t interrupted. Enjoy yourself.”

“Uh, thanks.” And Troy Malone entered the weight room.

The girls led him over to a reclining bench. The head end was raised just one notch, so he would be almost laying flat. And then the four of them began removing their cheerleader outfits. When they were all four totally naked, they set about to undressing Troy. Since they were already naked, and because Hulk was guarding the door, he didn’t protest.

When Troy was totally naked, they had him lay down on the bench. One of the girls, Sandy, immediately knelt between his legs and began licking and sucking his dick. After a couple of minutes, the girl with the largest tits, Julie, straddled his stomach and offered her tits to him. The other two girls gathered close on each side of his head and pulled his hands to their tits. Needless to say, he was one busy and happy boy.

He was so happily busy in fact, that he didn’t notice me and a friend of mine step out from behind a group of lockers. With everyone around his head like that, he couldn’t have seen us if he’d tried. He was also too happily busy to notice when my friend tapped Sandy on the shoulder and they switched places. I was in charge of the video camera.

Julie admonished him to “Let us know when you feel yourself getting ready to cum because we all want to watch that.”

It took several minutes, but Troy gave them the warning. Julie immediately jumped off of him and the other two backed away. He had just started to cum when he looked down to find that it was Dana Miller, a flaming gay sophomore sucking down his cum instead of the sexy Sandy.

His expression was priceless. One of the girls tapped on the metal door to let Hulk know he was needed. He hurried inside to prevent any violence from Troy.

When he was finished, Dana got up and turned to the camera, lifting the skirt of his cheerleader outfit, and waving his hard dick back and forth for the camera. Then he scampered out of the weight room. The girls got dressed and made their exit, leaving Troy still lying on the bench with Hulk hovering over him to make sure he stayed there.

When we were sure Dana and the girls had been given enough time to get safely away, Hulk crooked his arm and slowly escorted me to my car.

I titled the Video “Gay Quarterback”. The girls weren’t in the video at all, and there was no sound. It was edited to show only the last minute of the ordeal, but that was enough to let everyone know that Troy Malone had just let a gay guy suck his dick. And that was the whole point, after all.

* * *

Two weeks before the last UT Football home game, I had a shocking visit by one of Troy’s friends. He was waiting in the lobby of my dorm when I got downstairs. Fortunately, he wasn’t one of the assholes who had pissed all over me, so I kept an open mind and listened to what he had to say.

“Sherry, Troy wants to call a truce. He’d like to meet you for lunch tomorrow in the campus cafeteria.”

“Right!” I responded sarcastically, thinking that Troy just wanted me to let my guard down so he could pull something else on me.

“I don’t blame you for being skeptical after everything that’s gone on between the two of you, but he’ll be graduating soon, and he sincerely wants to bury the hatchet.”

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I said, “I don’t believe it for one second, but I’ll listen to what he has to say. I’ll be in the cafeteria at eleven-thirty.”

Sure enough, when I entered the cafeteria the next day, Troy was sitting at a table in the corner. I went through the line and took some fruit and a small salad, things I hoped I could eat while talking to the asshole without throwing up.

Troy stood when I approached his table. He offered me his hand to shake, but I just sat down across from him and began eating. “I’m listening” I told him in a sarcastic tone.

“Sherry, I know I started this whole thing by sharing your selfie with other people after promising you I wouldn’t, but here’s the thing: you didn’t just roll over and play dead. You bowed your back and got even with me . . . well, maybe not ‘even’. You one-upped me big time. I couldn’t let that stand, so I vowed to one-up you. Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard with the whole pee thing, but again, you got the best of it with that last little stunt of yours.”

When he paused for a reaction from me, I just said, “I’m still listening” and I continued eating.

“Actually, and this is hard for me to admit, I’ve enjoyed the whole thing. I found you to be a very, very worthy opponent, and I gained a lot of respect for you during the whole thing. That’s why I’d like to call a truce and start over with you. We could start by going out to dinner.”

I almost choked on a piece of cantaloupe. When I had recuperated somewhat, I let out a fake laugh, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”

Troy leaned over the table and looked me hard in the eyes. His voice was low and serious when he said, “No, Sherry, I’m not kidding. I would like for us to start over. I know you’re skeptical, and I don’t blame you. I would be too if you came to me with a proposition like this, but I’m serious as a heart attack.”

Finished with my lunch, I got up and stared down at him, “I’ll give it some thought, but I wouldn’t hold my breath, if I were you.” And I turned and left the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table for him to deal with.

* * *

I decided not to accept Troy’s invitation to dinner, but two Saturdays later, I got a call that changed my mind. I didn’t go to UT’s last home game which, as it turned out, may have been a mistake.

Karla called me during the game. I could barely hear her over the crowd noise, so I had her repeat what she said a second time, “Sherry, you won’t believe this. They just had a time out and during it, the scoreboard showed a picture of Troy in his football uniform. The caption under his picture said ‘Sherry Glendale, please do me the honor of going out to dinner with me’. Can you believe that? It stayed on the screen for almost a full minute.”

I was blown away. Maybe Troy was actually sincere about wanting to bury the hatchet and start over. Surely he wouldn’t have made his offer to take me to dinner so public, especially when a high percentage of the students in the stands knew about our rift.

I sat down at my computer and typed him a letter that read:

“Troy:

I still don’t trust you, and I’m still leery that this is a prelude to your getting back at me for the Gay Quarterback video, but since you made your offer so publicly, I have decided to give you the benefit of the doubt—on certain conditions, of course.

First, I will choose where we go for dinner. I’ll let you know where two hours in advance. Secondly, you’ll show up before me and be waiting in front of the restaurant. If you’re not out front when I arrive, I will simply leave.

I hope you know by now what I’m capable of, so if this turns out to be a sick trick, I have already got the plan in place to make you regret it for the rest of your life.

Sherry”

The following Tuesday, I called Troy on his cell at four pm. I told him to be in front of Applebee’s at six pm, and that I would be there fifteen minutes after that.

I showed up at a quarter to six and found a place from which I could watch the front door without being seen. Troy showed up at five minutes before six, and per my instructions, he waited in front of the restaurant.

I started my car and drove up in front of the restaurant. I rolled down the passenger side window and told Troy to get in. When he complied, I made him give me his cell phone, and then I placed it, as well as my own, into the glove compartment and closed the door. Troy just let out an understanding chuckle.

When I drove out of the parking lot, Troy asked me where we were going. I told him he’d find out soon enough. A few minutes later, I pulled into the back parking lot of TGI Fridays so my car couldn’t be seen from the road. Then we walked two hundred yards or so down the street to the Texas Roadhouse.

We didn’t say anything between ourselves until we were seated and had ordered our drinks. I ordered an un-sweet ice tea, but when Troy ordered a Jack and Coke, I told the waitress to scrap the tea and bring me what he was having.

When the drinks arrived and the waitress had set them in front of us, I waited for her to leave and then switched drinks with him.

Troy let out a hearty laugh, “So that’s the way it’s going to be, huh? Do you think I bribed every bartender in every restaurant in town, just in case we ended up coming to their restaurant?”

I just shot him a look that let him know I wouldn’t put anything past him. “That’s the price we pay for the games we play.”

When our waitress showed up to take our order, I told her I’d have the Chicken Fajitas. Troy impressed me by telling our waitress, “I’ll have the same, but if you would, put both of our orders together on one plate. Do the same with beans, rice, and such. We’ll take what we want from the common dishes.”

When the waitress left, he showed me a look that said, ‘now, there will be no need to switch plates.’

I chuckled, “You’re learning.”

During our meal, we talked mostly about what we were going to do after college. He shocked me by confiding, “Look, it’s no secret that my chances of getting drafted into the NFL are slim and none. For starters, I’m too short. They want their quarterbacks to be six three or taller to see over the large defensive linemen. And too, while I’m deadly accurate on short and medium passes, throwing deep has always given me trouble. I’m not fast enough to switch to wide receiver like a lot of college quarterbacks do. So, if I’m going to get to the NFL, I’m going to have to sneak in the back door by getting my PHD in Sports Therapy. Of course, that means that I’ve got a few more years of school in front of me. What do you see in your future?”

Wow! I’d never seen Troy so down to earth and humble. And to top it off, he’d just asked about me and my future. Needless to say, I was very impressed. “I have more school ahead of me too. I plan to work as a student teacher while I work on my MBA. My ultimate goal is to be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Carly Fiorina did it. She started at the bottom and ended up the CEO of Hewlett Packard. Hey, if she can do it, I can do it.”

Troy held up his glass for me to clink with mine, “Here’s to us both achieving our goals” and then he added, “I have no doubt at all you can get there. I’ve seen what you can accomplish when you set your mind to something.”

“Why, thank you, Troy. I appreciate you saying that.”

After that, we had a very pleasant conversation. When I dropped him off at his car, he said, “Perhaps some day we won’t have to do the hopping thing from one restaurant to another.”

I giggled, “We’ll see.”

* * *

The years seemed to fly by after that. I was teaching and working on my MBA. Troy was working on his PHD. We’d become very close, dating a couple of times a week. And our relationship had advanced into a very hot, steamy sexual one.

A few months prior to me graduating with my MBA, Troy took me to a UT home football game. During a time out, the announcer said “Will everyone please turn your attention to the scoreboard for a special announcement” The scoreboard flashed to a picture of Troy, wearing very nice casual clothes. He was down on one knee and had an open ring case in his hand. The caption read, “Sherry Glendale, I love you more than life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

My jaw dropped and the fans went silent. All eyes, and I’m sure more than one camera were on us. I started crying happy tears as I hugged him and told him “YES, YES, YES!” I didn’t forget to nod my head while saying it so everyone would know my answer.

What the crowd couldn’t hear was my telling him, “You have to get to the church fifteen minutes before me. When I arrive, if you’re not standing on the front steps, I’ll simply leave.”

Troy just let out a huge laugh and then kissed me.

* * *

Our wedding was in his small home town near Dallas. It was a beautiful affair, even though not at all ostentatious. I wasn’t shocked when we exited the church and I saw the wheelbarrow where the groom’s car should have been. His mother had already warned me about the town tradition of the groom pushing the bride from the church to the city monument down at the dock of the lake. His SUV would be waiting for us there.

I thought the whole thing was strange, but I climbed into the wheelbarrow. Along the way, people came out of their homes and stores to watch us go by. One guy had on a barber apron and half his face covered with shaving cream. They all hooted, whistled, cheered and clapped as we passed.

The last hundred yards or so was downhill at a fairly steep grade, so naturally, our pace quickened. I started to panic when Troy didn’t slow us down as we neared the edge of the lake.

There was a large railroad tie guarding the edge, and when the wheel of the wheelbarrow struck it at that speed, and the fact that my new asshole husband thrust up on the handles, I was thrown twenty feet over the edge and then down the ten or twelve feet into the water.

There was a whole crowd, dozens of people whooping it up and laughing as I tried to swim to the ladder of the dock in my big wedding dress. Finally, Troy jumped in, still in his Tux, and helped me to the ladder. Several men were waiting to help me up the steps and onto the dock. I was a drowned rat.

When Troy made it up onto the dock, he scooped me up into his arms and walked me through the laughing and applauding crowd. I put my arm around his neck and put my mouth to his ear, “Of course you know, This Means WAR!”

* * *

The End

I know there wasn’t a lot of sex in this one for you, but I just had fun writing it. Please don’t forget to vote and leave a comment. You can also contact me via email at Tina_Kerr_36 at Yahoo.

Tina

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