Choices & Decisions Ch. 02

"What'd you do?" Doug asked, wiping at his eyes.

"Studied my ass off, did my homework," Clay admitted. "Got a scholarship to college; see, when you get straight A's? Colleges want you."

"Yeah, but school sucks!" Doug argued.

"Yeah, school sucks, but not having any choices? That REALLY sucks," Clay said.

"Doug, do you like giblet gravy?" Ash asked, smiling from the doorway of the living room.

"Tell her yeah," Clay whispered.

"Yeah, I guess," Doug said, trying to wipe his eyes without the pretty woman seeing him do it.

"And stuffing?" Ash pressed.

"Tell her yeah," Clay whispered.

"Yeah, it's all right," Doug shrugged.

"And mashed potatoes?" Ash went on.

He didn't' wait for Clay's prompt, he affirmed that he did.

"How about cauliflower, zucchini, eggplant and broccoli?" Ash asked.

"No way!" Doug protested.

"Oh good, more for me," Clay said.

"Ew, you like that stuff?" Doug asked.

"Bet you would too, if you just try it," Clay said.

"No way!" Doug argued.

"Bet you five bucks," Clay said, pulling a five dollar bill out of his pocket. "Bet you five bucks, you try her vegetable medley, you'll be all like 'aw yeah, this is the stuff.'"

Doug didn't want to eat that disgusting sounding stuff, but five dollars was a pretty good enticement.

Lunch was served, each boy clamoring for and receiving a drum stick.

Then, over Helen's objections, the kitchen was cleaned, the leftovers split into two portions, and a third portion was prepared for Doug to take home.

Got a microwave?" Ash asked the boy. Take you a wet paper towel, cover the turkey with that. If you don't it'll get all dried out, oh, and I gave you extra vegetable medley, okay?"

"Thank you," Doug whispered, embarrassed at the attention the pretty twenty one year old was foisting upon him.

He didn't tell Ash, but he would not be using the microwave. If Doug did, his mother would want to know why, and if she saw the delicious meal, she'd want to eat it herself. So he snuck the foil covered plate into his bedroom, hid it under his bed and ate it later, at eight o'clock that night.

Luke warm or not, the vegetable medley was delicious, the mashed potatoes and giblet gravy and the stuffing and giblet gravy and the turkey and giblet gravy was as close to perfect as Doug could ever hope for.

"All right, Trevor, my man; be picking you up at eleven on Saturday; last two games are home games," Clay said as he helped Court pull her coat on. "Be ready to work, hear?"

"You, you be home no later than twelve, you hear?" Helen ordered her daughter.

"Yes ma'am," Court agreed.

"You still got that project for World Economics, don't you?" Helen asked.

"No, Ash and I did that on Monday, remember?" Court said.

"Oh, okay then, I guess no later than one, okay?" Helen said.

Clay hefted the box of pots and pans and Ash carried their portion of the leftovers, over Court's objections that she be allowed to carry the leftovers.

"And how'd you do all that cooking and still come out all clean?" Court complained. "All I did was help and I got it everywhere!"

"Oh, no!" Ash smiled. "Guess you'll just have to take a bath when we get home, won't you?"

"Aw, damn, guess I will," Court giggled.

They'd tried; her and Ash, to take a bubble bath together. First, Ash plugged in the small space heater and shut the bathroom door. She and Court sat on the couch, putting each other's hair up while sipping a glass of wine as they let the small bathroom heat up.

Then, emptying her glass, Ash pulled Court into the now quite warm bathroom. She turned the water on and adjusted it to very nearly scalding temperature and dropped a few bath beads into the water.

She kissed Court's beautiful, pouting lips, and unbuttoned Court's blouse. With a kiss to her throat, she unhooked Court's bra, kissed each nipple, then unsnapped and unzipped Court's blue jeans.

Ash turned off the taps, kissed Court again and finished undressing the girl.

She then shrugged her own robe off, revealing that she had been nude underneath the terry cloth robe.

"Oooh!" Court sighed as she eased herself into the steaming foam.

"Too hot?" Ash asked.

"No, just right," Court said, wiggling in the hot water.

"Move over a bit," Ash smiled as she stepped into the tub.

They found out, as nice and roomy as the tub was for one, it was far too confining for two. So the two girls lay on their sides and languidly rubbed each other's soft flesh, kissing occasionally.

"Oh!" Court shuddered when Ash reached around and slid her fingers down Court's ass crack, touching her anus.

Ash gently lifted Court's right leg up and slid her middle finger into Court's wet pussy. Her index finger rested against Court's anus. She kissed Court's eyelids, then her mouth, then worked her ring finger into Court's pussy while pushing her index finger against Court's anus.

"Ooh!" Court moaned as Ash's index finger gained entry.

"Love you," Ash whispered as she nuzzled Court's neck, then shoulder.

"Love you too," Court groaned, close to orgasm.

Court shuddered through one orgasm and sucked a kiss from Ash's lips as Ash fingered her two holes forcefully. Ash thrust her tongue into Court's mouth and fingered the girl to a second and third orgasm.

Both girls agreed, as they toweled each other dry, that while bathing together was fun, it was not conducive to getting themselves clean.

Then Ash lay Court face down on her soft bed and rubbed a floral smelling lotion into Court's skin. Court was almost asleep when Ash rolled her onto her back, and did fall asleep as Ash rubbed the skin lotion into her arms, belly and thighs.

Now, in Clay's large automobile, Court smiled at Ash.

"Okay, I'll take a bath, if you'll rub that lotion on me again," she said.

"You wouldn't rather have Clay do that?" Ash asked.

"Or we could both do it," Clay suggested, pulling into their parking space.

Court broke land speed records in their shower, slipped on Ash's heavy terry cloth robe and scampered into Clay's bedroom.

Clay had a large beach towel spread-out on the bed. He had also put the small space heater on his weight bench, blowing warmth into the small bedroom. The harsh overhead light was off, just a few candles illuminated the room.

"Here you go," Clay whispered into Court's ear as he eased the robe off of her.

"Oh!" Court sighed happily as a nude Ash knee walked onto the bed to reach Court's shoulders and Clay picked up Court's left foot and began to rub the lotion into her skin.

Ash moved Court's hair out of the way and began to slowly knead the lotion into Court's shoulders and upper arms. Clay travelled up Court's left calf and applied more lotion to his hands, then worked on Court's muscular thigh.

"Oh, God," Court moaned happily as Clay picked up her right foot and Ash bore down lightly on Court's shoulder blades.

Ash reached the top of Court's compact buttocks just as Clay reached the bottom of her right buttock. Court spread her legs slightly then jerked slightly when she felt cold lotion being drizzled along her ass crack.

Involuntarily, Court raised her hips slightly as she felt Clay's fingers languidly smear the lotion around her crack.

"Oooh!" she grunted as she felt Clay's finger tickle at her anus.

"Mmph!" she grunted as Clay's finger gained entry into her anus, Ash's small hands kneading her slight buttocks.

"Oooh!" Court moaned as Clay's finger slid deeper into her rectum.

Above her, Clay and Ash kissed passionately. Ash pulled Court's small buttocks as far apart as she could and Clay began to fuck his finger in and out of Court's ass.

"No!" Court protested when Clay pulled his finger out of her, just before she could reach orgasm.

"Roll over," Clay ordered.

Groaning in protest, Court did roll onto her back and Ash bent and kissed her hotly while Clay began to massage the lotion into Court's legs again.

Ash then smeared lotion onto her small hands and began to knead Court's breasts, starting at the base and working her way up to the sensitive nipples. Court could smell Ash's excitement as Ash's brown thatch dangled just inches away from her nose.

When Ash wiggled forward to begin applying lotion to Court's upper belly, Court reached her head up and licked Ash's drooling slit.

"Uh!" Ash grunted as Court's tongue swiped at her fat little clitoris.

Court then delved her tongue into Ash's slit as far as she could force it.

Clay sat back and rested on his heels as Ash fell face forward and began to tongue Court's furry little slit.

Then Clay got an idea and lubricated his index finger with lotion and reached under Court's undulating buttocks and gently, but firmly began to worm his finger into her rectum again.

"Fuck!" Court shrieked in orgasm and Clay worked a second finger into her protesting anus.

Chapter 9

The last Saturday in November, the U.L.D. Storm had played in front of a very enthusiastic home crowd and had dominated the game from start to finish.

After the game, Trevor and Clay waited while several of the players took a cue from Arville Brodt and talked with their fans and handed out footballs.

Again, dirty, soggy towels and dirty smelly jerseys were gathered together and the players buried a laughing Trevor under a mound of laundry. Performance 12 News showed the boy and Thomas Kowalski smiled into the camera.

"Chauncey Dempest says that Trevor Vanderkin, their equipment boy, is their good luck charm," Thomas said. "If that's the way they treat their good luck charm, I'd hate to see what they'd do with a jinx?"

Trevor didn't know he was supposed to be cowed, or overwhelmed by having a television camera and a microphone in his face. He answered the questions, quoting their statistics, and offering the opinion that the Storm would win the next game as well and possibly advance to a Bowl Game.

Helen Vanderkin called John Vanderkin to let him know that his son would be on the Channel 12 news, knowing that John Vanderkin would not watch.

John had been an acceptable, if somewhat distant husband and a not very affectionate father to their daughter. John had been excited when the ultrasound showed that their second child would be a boy. Helen did worry; after two miscarriages, her main prayer was that she be able to carry the baby to full term.

Helen did not carry Trevor to full term, delivering him just after entering her third trimester. His blindness had been one of the side effects of being nearly three months premature.

Trevor was kept in University Medical Center in Lafayette, Louisiana for nearly two months. By the time Trevor did come home, John had moved out, unable to cope with a son that was anything less than perfect.

Roughly an hour after the game, Clay brought Trevor home, chatted pleasantly with Helen, gave Courtney a quick kiss, and then left the Vanderkin home.

With final exams looming just ahead, Courtney had not gone to the game, and was not going over to Clay's apartment after the game. She sat on the couch, clutching a pillow to her belly; a trick she'd learned to help minimize the discomfort of 'that time of the month.'

At their apartment, Clay entered and smelled two things; popcorn and 10 bean soup.

Her time of the month was one of the few times Ash gave in to her cravings which usually meant parmesan cheese popcorn. The 10 bean soup meant she was feeling the full effects of her cramps and bloating and misery so just did not feel up to cooking anything too demanding.

Clay did not take the lid off of the simmering soup; Ash would let him know when it was ready. Instead he grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the counter; she'd popped too much, as usual and left the remnants for him. He grabbed an ice cold beer and plopped down on their couch.

As soon as he gulped the last of his beer, Ash exited the bathroom, long brown hair in a fluffy towel, body tightly wrapped in fluffy robe.

"Hey," she groaned. "Why you didn't wake me up?"

"Didn't know you were sleeping," he answered, turning down the volume on the television.

"Yeah, fell asleep in there," she admitted.

"Okay, from now on, every time you go in there and you're in there for more than ten seconds, I'll start banging on the door to make sure you're okay, all right?" Clay joked.

"Bite me," she snapped. "You hungry? Soup should be ready by now."

"Good; you want any?" he asked her.

"Just a little," she said.

Afterward, they lay on the couch and Clay let Ash pick a movie. She snuggled up against him, her small butt pressed firmly against his crotch, his hand resting on her belly.

It was a typical romantic comedy chick flick but Clay kept his opinion to himself. At the end of the movie, Clay couldn't help but chuckle; Ash was sound asleep, snoring lightly while the man and woman decided that they just couldn't live without each other.

She complained when he woke her up, then tottered down the hall. He made sure everything was off, the door locked, brushed his teeth, emptied his bladder and washed his hands, then stripped for bed.

"Clay, can I sleep in here tonight? With you?" Ash asked from the doorway of his bedroom.

"Yeah," he agreed and she came in, carrying her pillow.

"So, how'd the movie end?" she sleepily asked him. "I fell asleep."

"Usual," he said. "You know, how all of them movies end. She killed him and cooked him and ate him."

"What?" she asked, then slapped his chest. "Come on; how'd it end?"

"He said he was sorry, she forgave him, they kissed, roll credits and play terrible theme song the end," Clay said and kissed her. "Now, don't you like my ending better?"

"But did they keep the baby?" she asked.

"Didn't say; guess so since at the end they were licking each other's tonsils," he said and turned off the light.

The following day, after Mass, and some grocery shopping at Super One Foods, each of them went to their own bedrooms. Clay had a final report do for Earth Sciences 402. Professor Eddie Byrd had asked for their reports to contain no less than five reference or source materials; Clay gave him seven. Professor Byrd had also asked that the report itself be no less than eight pages in length and Clay gave him eleven pages.

Clay was also hoping and praying that Professor Byrd would not find out about Clay's accepting work with Pilot; Professor Byrd was notorious for failing a student purely on whim and his nearly fanatical hatred of the use of fossil fuel was well known. Of course, any failing grade could be appealed, but Clay would rather avoid that hassle.

"How hard is Professor Dees?" Ashley asked from the doorway.

"Which one? Mass Media? Not hard at all; act like you're paying attention and that 'Gone with the Wind' is one of the greatest movies in the world and he passes you. "Geology? Better know the material and know it right or your ass is out of there," Clay said.

"Geology," Ashley said. "Figured, since my man's going into that, might as well learn something about it too."

"Come see," Clay said and Ash approached.

"Your man, huh? When'd I get to be your man?" Clay asked, pulling her onto his lap.

"In the seventh grade," Ash admitted, cuddling up against him. "Vicky Toomes party we're playing 'Truth or Dare' and Bobby Bordelon dares you to kiss me and instead of saying 'Aw gross! She's a fat pig!' you kiss me and even use your tongue."

"Hey, Bobby Bordelon hated me," Clay smiled. "I thought he was going to make me kiss Cindy St. George! Remember her? Face looked like one big old zit. And on top of that she smoked."

"Yeah, well, she's gorgeous now," Ash said.

"Uh huh, and still smokes last time I saw her," Clay said.

"And then Vicky's mom bangs on the door and makes us get out of the garage and we all go back into the living room and you danced with me," Ash mumbled into Clay's neck.

"God, sure that was me? I don't even know how to dance," Clay said.

"No you don't," Ash giggled at the memory.

"Aw, get out of here, go away, I'm busy," Clay shoved her off of his lap.

"Love you," Ash declared, kissing him on the top of his head.

"Love you too; get Mr. Kennedy if you can," Clay said, playfully pinching her backside.

Ash quickly sent Court a text with Clay's recommendation and the two signed up for Mr. Kennedy's Geology 105 class.

"Court wants to know who you think for English," Ash called out from her room.

"Professor McKenzie if you can get him, Professor Jolet's also pretty good; she's mostly into poetry but just tell her you hug lesbian trees and really admire her homemade dresses and you'll pass her class," Clay called out.

"And Algebra..." Ash called out a minute later.

"Anyone, anyone at all but Professor Huxton; he's a total dick," Clay replied.

"Yeah, I had him; all I remember is he tried real hard to fail everyone," Ash agreed.

"Okay," she said, coming back into his bedroom. "Got Business Ethics four oh nine, Geology one oh five, Business Theory and Application four ten and Computer Logic and best thing is I'm finished before ten Monday, Wednesday and Friday and Geology's at two o'clock on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Ah!" he sighed and smiled. "I'm so glad all that school shit's all behind me, you poor pitiful little college student you."

"Oh bite me," she laughed and kissed him. "Left-over soup for lunch; that all right?"

The last exams were given on Thursday and Courtney and Ashley attended a few of the fraternity/sorority parties.

Clay went to two of these with Ash and Court, but had an eight o'clock presentation in Professor Byrd's office that was to count for twenty five percent of the grade so he left them at eleven o'clock.

Any fraternity boy that had hoped for a chance with either one of the girls found a wall of football players between them and the cute red head and the cute brunette.

One young man tried ingratiating himself to the football players and walked up, offering Chauncey Dempest a cup of beer.

"Aw thanks, my man, but I don't drink," Chauncey said, emptying his own cup of beer. "But be a shame that beer goes to waste, huh?"

He leaned close to the smirking boy.

"So tell you what, dog," he growled. "YOU drink it, huh?"

The boy went to step back and found two football players behind him, glaring down at him.

"Heard my boy, drink up," one of the unsmiling players said.

Meanwhile, Ash and Court happily unaware, danced to the very loud, very bad music the live band was playing.

At twelve thirty, when the girls left, they were still unaware that they'd been able to enjoy themselves, able to dance and laugh and have a good time unmolested because of the wall of football players that had protected them.

Helen smiled gratefully as she heard her daughter and her daughter's friend come in, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet.

The next conscious thought Helen had was smelling bacon and coffee.

In his apartment, Clay realized one thing almost immediately; he hated sleeping alone.

A second reality hit him; he hated making his own breakfast and Ash had taken the coffee grinder with her so he didn't even have coffee. Thankfully, without Ash there to remind him of how bad it was, McDonald's on Highway 27 served Clay both coffee and an Egg McMuffin.

The presentation went very well and Clay thanked both Professor Byrd and Professor Byrd's teaching assistant, an emaciated looking girl with horrible acne.

In his dormitory room, Dennis Sneets groggily came to, a horrible foul taste in his mouth. He moved and discovered he also had a very sore rectum.

He remembered lacing a beer, hoping to get that huge football player out of the way so he could get his hands on Courtney Vanderkin. He had a major crush on the beautiful red head, but she didn't seem to notice him at all. They had two classes together, but she never even looked his way the entire semester.