running faster and faster and then I heard her screaming and screaming.
I opened my eyes. I. was fucking her so hard she couldn't take it. I was ramming her so damn fast, she was ready to cry uncle.
'I've come! I've come!' she yelled, pushing at me with her hands, but I went on ramming it to her, straight into all the sweet, hot honey, feeling it dripping down my balls onto my thighs.
Wildly she shook her head from side to side, spilling her long hair over the pillow. I slammed into her, harder and harder, smashing her down onto the bed.
'Oh, God!' she moaned. 'Oh, God!'
She tried to climb away, wriggle backward; her moans became shrieks of pain and then another sound came, that long thin cry of ecstasy again. The roar of the football stadium filled my skull again and I closed my eyes and listened.
Suddenly I had the ball and I was running toward the goal line, lifting my knees high, crossing the goal line standing up, the crowd screaming all around.
And just as I tossed the victory ball-in the air, I came in a flood of juice, spurt after spurt. Then slowly, almost a lifetime it seemed, I stayed there, straight down into her, and then I sank down and rolled away from her.;
We lay there quietly a long time, waiting for our breathing to go down. When I opened my eyes, she, was looking at me, staring straight into my eyes.
'It was great,' she whispered.
I stared at her.
She reached for my cock. She stroked it gently. It started to get hard again. 'Beautiful,' she said. 'It's beautiful.'
I didn't answer. I just kept thinking what kind of a jackpot have I got myself into now, but I felt better. I even started thinking about Cassidy again and I didn't feel lousy thinking about her because of this fine fuck I had just had. I just kept thinking how much I wanted to see her and how much I could do for her. The trouble was I started thinking about her in a nice way, not just as a piece of ass, but like I'd felt in high school, when I thought I was in love with my English teacher in my senior year. That's another story which I'll get around to later. So I just lay there, thinking of Mary Cassidy, while the woman beside me stroked me. I didn't feel two-faced about it either, because I kept telling myself maybe I was in love with Mary Cassidy if I kept having these gentle tender feelings about her like that time in high school with my teacher, which was only puppy hots. But I'd felt the same way about Uighton's wife and I had loved her. Oh, for Chrissake, I thought. Scallen, you can't be such a damn fool as to think you're in love with a woman you don't even know. You're in love with Cassidy's ass and that's it. Quit kidding yourself. Well, I was going to have to find out.
I didn't even know what was going on in bed until I felt the woman take me in her mouth. She kissed the knob and parted the tip with her tongue. She kissed my cock and pressed it against her cheek. 'As long as you stay here, you don't pay anything,' she said.
I touched her hair and she lifted her face.
'Where's your husband?' I asked.
'Answer me first,' she said. 'Will you stay here during the season?'
'Sure,' I said. You're kept now, Scallen. How does it feel? It didn't feel right, but comfortable. I didn't know what the contract would read, but what a helluva reason before peddling your cock. Room rent. Yet I had to get release somewhere and if she weren't married, she was better than chasing pussy through bars while trying to stay healthy.
'Dead,' she said. She sobbed. 'That goddamn stupid war.'
I lifted her face up to me and kissed her.
It was a bargain. Signed. Some affection and good fucking. A deal.
We'd made a deal for the season. And what if you make out with Cassidy and find yourself in love with her?
What then, Mr. Scallen? I refused to believe I could think that far ahead. Beside, I wasn't going to fall in love again.
To hell with you, Cassidy. I'm not going through that again.
Chapter 11
It turned cold that night and the next morning it was raining when I went down to Binks' office. He was sitting behind his big polished desk wearing his three-hundred-dollar suit. He started acting tough right off, right down to smoking a cigar while he talked.
'Look, Matt; you know I can't give you a contract.'
'I know what you said.'
'You know how close to the vest we have to play it here.'
'That's your worry.'
'Don't give me a lot of crap!'
'Horseshit! I played a helluva game for you. And you know what happened out there. I could have been killed.'
'You didn't move enough.'
'Bullshit!'
He shrugged, wobbled the cigar in the corner of his mouth.
'If you want to stick around for two bills a week.'
'What's Vakos getting?'
'You know better than to ask that.'
'You gotta be kidding,' I said. 'Two bills a week, whether I play or not?'
'Four hundred a game when you play.'
'Two bills if I sit on the bench?'
'Right.'
'Give me a letter on it,' I said. 'What time's. practice tomorrow?'
'Same as usual.'
'Bring the letter to the field. I don't want to get jabbed in practice and have you tell me I'm not eligible for insurance.'
Outside the windows of the car were still wet. It was raining again, that first cold autumn rain that tells you summer is really over and Indian summer is just around the corner. Which was fine with me because it wouldn't be so stinking hot playing football. The cooler the better.
But I didn't like the rain in another way. It made me feel more lonely than a summer day. It made me think about feeling cozy sitting in a nice bar, sipping the juice, with a beautiful dish, getting a little smashed but not too much so sack time would be good later.
I could feel the pull of booze and pussy on a day like this. It was the perfect kind of day to while the time away in a bar with some 'good pussy. My throat felt dry and just thinking about the rain and some companionship started to give me a hardon, but I knew I ought to work out and then go back to my room and study the play book.
I drove over to the YMCA and rented a locker and towel. I had a jockstrap and some shorts. The weight-lifting room wasn't bad for a small city. Actually it was a pretty good setup. I was strong enough, but I wanted to hold endurance. Heavy resistance with low repetitions will build your strength but it won't build endurance. What you need to build endurance is high repetitions with less resistance.
Using forty- and fifty-pound weights, I did ten to twelve repetitions using clean and press exercises, bicep curls, two arm press, three-quarter squats, two arm pullovers, side bends with fifteen-pound dumbbells, two arm-rowing exercises using forty pounds, bench press with fifty pounds, sit ups and straddle lift and lateral raise exercises.
It was a good workout. I was getting ready to shower when somebody in the locker room said they had a running track on the next floor so I went up there. It was a bowl jogging track. Just what I needed.
