*Friendships don't latest forever, they are built forever*

(Ten Months Later)

A quick recap: Jamie was having sex with Craig and Emily in equal measure; Amber was having sex with mostly Craig but occasionally Emily; Craig and Emily were not having sex but were good friends. Does that make sense? If so, explain it to me; Craig.

High School football was great. We took our team to All-Regional, losing out All-State to Dillon City but since they were twice our size we didn't take all that bad. The real benefit was that a dozen of us got scouted by some colleges. I was stunned by getting three offers. I immediately went to the women to figure out what we would do.

Jamie got a scholarship to State in Computer Engineering (did I mention that she was the brains of the outfit?), Emily got a partial scholarship for Cheer Squad to State as well and Amber could swing the tuition. I took State's offer though it promised the least play time the next two years. Their quarterback was really, really good.

In high school we got endless ribbing for our choices. It was all made better by my good buddy Quantrill's choice to go to State as well. It would be good to have a guy friend because sometimes guys need to hang out with guys. Quantrill and some of my other teammates claimed it was a desperate need for sleep.

On the plus side I broke six feet before I started tryouts. I also put on twenty pounds which made me more of a fireplug. Quantrill got taller and faster -- fast enough to make the team as a walk on. It didn't hurt that I could hit Quantrill from Mars we were so good together. Mind you, Lawrence Morgan, the real QB, was quicker in the scramble, had a better arm, and was taller which comes in handy when the defensive line is trying to block you. Against him; he wouldn't run the ball and he was arrogant, both fueled by his (and most people's) certainty that he would go pro.

In a turnabout from High School, I loved the coach, his style, and his playbook. He liked my enthusiasm too. He promised me that if I held out for two years I'd be his man, and I believed him. This guy had a way with people. I did well in scrimmages and developed a great rapport with 'my' guys on the offensive line.

School-wise Emily went for Journalism, Amber went for Sports Medicine. They were happy with the possibilities so what could go wrong? I went for Biology because I actually wanted to study something other jocks weren't in plus I actually was good at it, and Jamie, as mentioned, went for Computer Engineering. I took one look at her course work and had a strong desire to do a practice without a helmet.

(First Week)

Our first day of classes was a massive shock. Sure we knew things would be different, but we went from being somebodies to absolutely nobodies. Even being part of the football team didn't mean anything. My own senior teammates treated me like I barely existed. To teachers I was someone who had to earn the grade all on my own not some pampered elite.

No one at school knew my name and it was weird to walk across campus as a non-entity after such a phenomenal senior year in my little high school in a town virtually no one could find on a map. I took a seat in my first class and grabbed a place in the middle of the room. I caught the guy across the way looking at me.

"You are that guy," he stated.

"Huh?"

"One of the freshman on the football team," he said.

"Hi, that's me. I'm Craig," I offered my hand. The guy shook it.

"I'm Barney," he told me. "So what are you doing here?"

"I was dumb enough to place out of 101," I laughed. Barney also chuckled.

"Me too."

"So, why are in in advanced Biology? You have football," Barney asked.

"Dude, the odds of me going pro in the NFL is 20,000 to 1; the odds of me finding a job at a pharmaceutical corporation are 10 to 1. Guess which odds I'm playing?" I grinned. Barney nodded.

"Do you want to study together?" Barney offered.

"Deal," I agreed. The teacher came in to bring the class to order. I thought he was a bit young then I learned she was a graduate student. Freshmen classes didn't deserve the attention of actual teachers. Better yet, our 'teacher' informed us that a quarter of us wouldn't finish the class. Her name was Eleanor Cosby and I loved her optimism.

After the class our teacher pulled me aside and waited for most of the students to leave. She looked terribly ferocious for a small woman. She started off by poking me in the chest.

"Listen up Mister. I don't care that you are part of the football program. I'm going to ride you doubly hard. If you don't perform to my expectation I'll flunk your ass." She stormed out without me getting in a word and I was left wondering what I'd already done wrong.

When the gang gathered for dinner (along with half the student body) we compared our day. Everyone was upbeat, especially Jamie who found it cool to be with people that almost as smart as she was. We all thanked her for that. Only I had a bad experience. No one knew what to make of it. Emily was strangely distant.

This was how things went horrible wrong (or right). We were in our pre-season game with Hudson State. Morgan had a flawless game. He did so well that the coach put me in for the second half. I did surprisingly well. I didn't get horribly mangled and ran in for a touchdown, proving that I was just as dangerous inside the twenty. A few reporters asked me about my time so I told them that was up to Morgan and the coach.

After the game a new truth came to light; we weren't in rural Kansas anymore. Emily showed up with her date, an honest to God girl. She was a junior, very attractive, and a bit condescending. She could legally buy beer after all. Jamie took the news a bit hard so Amber gave the two of us the night. It was a sensitive night like we hadn't had since the beginning.

Later at night I was rubbing Jamie's shoulder and gently pushing deeper into her ass when my roommate, Jesse, showed up. I yanked some covers up in time so we avoided total embarrassment. He made some excuses but Jamie refused to stop her pleasure and pushed against me.

"Harder Craig," she groaned, "I want it harder."

My roommate made a hasty exit and I pinched her ass. That made her wiggle with pleasure so I stroked up to her nipples and began twisting and pulling on one of her nipples. Jamie turned her head and bit my arm hard enough to leave a mark. Something about her and pain was such a turn on. I pounded her harder and she let up on her hold to concentrate on the sensation.

Seconds later I felt her ass clench and I was shooting off into her.

"Thanks Craig," Jamie moaned into the pillow. "That was great." I wrapped my arms around her even as I felt our combined juices soaking into my crotch and the bed. The reality of sex is that you often have to change your sheets and flip your mattress. For Jamie it was worth it.

(Second Week)

The first game of our season was against Carson. State has two rivals, Central, who we hated with a passion and Carson who we despised. I hadn't been in school three weeks and I hated Central through osmosis. I really couldn't explain it any other way. Carson was our out of state rival and our rivalry was relatively short term; say fifty years or so. They'd also won the past five outings. They were in a rebuilding year though.

We went on the field and warmed up as the game got ready to go. Carson got the ball first but only got to our thirty. I was sitting on the bench talking to our punter when the coach called me over. I trotted over to see what he wanted.

"Yeah coach?"

"Where is your helmet?" he asked. I looked back to the bench where I'd left it then it dawned on me what he meant. My mouth gaped. I grabbed my helmet and ran onto the field. I had the distinct displeasure of telling Morgan to go see the coach about this whole unasked for change in events. I had to make the first play. I reminded myself of every defense Carson ran.

I swept to the right and got eight yards. As we marched up to the line I looked over to the sidelines but the coach stood there like a stone. Our fans realized what was happening and started booing me. I could hardly blame them. I tossed for a first down, ran a running play for the next two, and put three more before putting it in the end zone with a goalpost dive. Now everyone was cheering.

The coach didn't explain anything when I sat down, but Morgan glared an all too familiar brand of hate. Hadn't I left high school behind to get away from this? Morgan and I alternated between series of downs and Carson was never able to adjust. The coach played it all brilliantly and we won the second most important game of the season. The point that I was now 'somebody' didn't suck.

Nothing strikes up the masculine allure like victory and now that I was a victor. I suddenly had all kinds of upperclassmen woman (is that how it is said?) wanting to know me. Those made me feel full of myself right up until Jamie came up and put me into a headlock.

"Mine!" she shouted. A few people were stunned, a few teammates laughed at me, and a few daggers were glared Jamie's way.

When we broke through the crowd I put my hand around her waist and held her tight.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Hell Craig, do I have to put a brand on your ass?" she smiled evilly. Somehow I thought she was only half kidding.

"I'll be good," I swore.

"Actually I want you to be bad," she teased me while playfully drawing one of my fingers to her lips and biting it.

"I can do that to," I promised.

We caught up at a party with Amber and she rushed into my arms and buried me in kisses. Her friends seemed suitably impressed that she knew me. They were confused about Jamie until they exchanged their own kiss. From that point on I was The Guy -- the Weird Sexually Twisted Guy, but still The Guy.

It was our first night together on campus and the bed was tiny for three but we made it work. Amber sat on my face and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled and kneeded them hard. She was bucking against me and when my tongue found her clit I wouldn't let up. I even snuck a finger in underneath and began finger fucking her with it, which only drove her harder.

Jamie was riding my crotch and scratching my chest so much I knew I was going to catch hell from the physical trainers come Monday. At the time it was well worth the pain. Jamie, the little vixen was getting off on it too because she was the first one to cum. I came right after that and I kept playing with Amber until Jamie came up my body and took control of Amber's breasts and nibbling on her earlobe. Amber came with a shudder and I drank her up.

We had just finished flipping the mattress (again) and putting on new sheet when Emily called sounding really upset. Twenty minutes later she was up at my place and crying into Amber's shoulder. It seemed that her new 'friend' had only been using Emily to make her previous paramour jealous and now that they were together, Emily was dumped to the curb.

We found ourselves cuddled on my bed, Emily against the wall and head resting on my shoulder, Jamie on top of me with her head on my chest, and Amber on the outside, my arm around her and resting her head on my other shoulder. Surrounded by three warm bodies I felt like I was being cooked alive. That is when Jesse walked in. He looked us over with disbelieving eyes.

"Jesus-Fucking-Christ man! Three?" he groused before turning and slamming the door.

"That guy has issues," Jamie observed.

"Is this going to be okay?" Emily asked.

"We'll deal with it," Amber said she put her head back down. I was asleep before I gave it much thought.

(Monday)

"Do it again," my favorite female grad student who was both my teacher and lab instructor growled at me. I looked to Barney who shrugged.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I pleaded. This was our first real lab experiment and I wanted to get it right. It only got harder from here.

"Figure it out on your own?" she gloated. I walked back over to Barney.

"Sorry for dragging you down with me," I mumbled to him. Barney shrugged.

"Eh, we'll get it right," he added and we did. When I brought it up she went over it studiously. She finally gave up in frustration.

"Completed."

"Thanks Eleanor," I sighed with relief. Right then I figured I'd fucked up again.

"Ms. Cosby," she seethed. "You will call me Ms. Cosby."

"I've heard the other students call you Eleanor," I griped.

"You are not most students, Mr. Dawkins. If you want to know how special you are you can ask any number of those drooling coeds walking around campus," she replied with anger.

"How about I try this again," I said hopefully, "Hi, I'm Craig, Ms. Cosby. What have I done to piss you off?"

"You breathe, Mr. Dawkins," she spat back. I responded logically; I held my breath. She didn't know what to make of that and left me hanging for nearly a minute.

"Get out of my sight, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I started breathing again and left. As I did so I imagined I might have seen the tiniest of smiles. Barney caught up to me and slapped me on the back.

"I thought she was going to let you choke out," he grinned. I could only nod.

Over the next few days Emily was all over me; I was her anchor in the strangest way considering her and Amber's relationship. I had a few teammates ask me about her in all kinds of sexual ways and I found myself beating them off with a stick. Why do so many guys assume that all a lesbian needs is a big stiff dick? If pissed me off for guys to think of Emily as if something was wrong with her.

Amber and I had the same circle of school acquaintances, Jamie and I shared the same math course, but Emily and I had the actual sport. I initiated the actual flirting on the field. The first time she seemed confused and a bit stiff, but afterwards she got more attention from other members of the cheer squad and the process fed on itself.

The only people not happy with my activities were the coach (whoops!) and Emily's ex. Apparently Emily was supposed to take weeks to rebound and certainly not with someone like me. Emily got so excited that she came to me after one practice and pressed into me.

"You know, I almost want to have sex with you," she whispered.

"Would that be weird?" I responded. "You are my best friend." She hugged me even tighter.

(Third Week)

Claremont was our second game of the season and a solid victory. This game I got to play the last bit of the fourth quarter. It wasn't good but then I didn't expect much. The coach didn't hold my hand, but then that wasn't his job. Morgan gave me a bit of a verbal slap but I didn't care. For my freshmen year my numbers were good enough for me.

I did get an odd meeting with someone I came to identify as a 'booster'. He offered me a deal on a new car and praised me on my performance. He mentioned an 'off campus' party a few of the fans were holding for the team. I asked about bringing some friends and he asked me how many so I told him it was my three girlfriends. He stared at me then suggested that we do it next time.

It was okay; we cruised the local mall that had nearly had more stores than our entire town. We did things like order Chinese food and get sundaes before grabbing a movie. It was normal date stuff and we fell into our older order of me with Amber and Jamie with Emily. It felt great to leave the hectic world of college behind us for a few hours and be our old selves.

On Monday afternoon the college world came crashing back in the form of Ms. Cosby. As she reviewed my work she couldn't help but comment,

"Not the star athlete, are you Mr. Dawkins?"

"We won, didn't we?" I countered.

"Not with much help from you," she taunted me. I decided on a different tact since being reasonable wasn't getting me anywhere.

"Please call me Craig, Eleanor and I must say how stormy your brown eyes look today," I grinned. I swore she was about to take my head off.

"Do the work again, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I beamed kindness her way.

"Call me Craig please and I'd be glad to spend more time with you." I heard her teeth grinding as I walked away. Barney looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Dude, you are pissing off a woman who can make killer diseases," he whispered. I could only shrug. If I couldn't pass freshman Biology labs then I was sunk anyway.

On Wednesday night I begged off the women and was catching up with my studying when I got a strange call. It took me a moment to place it; Gina Orwell.

"Gina, what's up?" I asked.

"Craig, Mark and I had a fight and I don't know who else to call?" she answered. Of course, calling Jamie, Emily, or Amber seemed like better choices to me but okay.

"What can I do for you?" I said.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she stammered.

"Gina I'm at State," I replied.

"So am I," she came back with. Now the essence of her fight with Mark Quantrill became clearer.

"Sure, where do you want me to pick you up?" I inquired.

"I'm at the Little Caesars," she informed me.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," I replied. I said goodbye and put on some sweats. Thirty minutes later I had Gina back at my place, pretty upset and confused.

She had hitchhiked to college to firm up her relationship with Mark and he'd gotten upset with her. She was left without a way home and no place to go. I had been the first one to answer their phone so here she was. After minutes after getting the story Emily called me, found out I already had Gina and seemed okay with us spending the night together. WTF?

Gina and I used the bathroom surreptitiously then got back to my room. She stripped down to her bra and panties -- sexy as hell because they were meant to entice Mark -- and crawled into bed with me. When she moved close to me and began softly crying I knew what hell was like. She was so hot, so vulnerable, and so way out of bounds. I was still thinking about my bizarre life when Jesse walked into the room and cut on the lights.

"Shit man! Another one," he snapped. I sat up with my t-shirt still on. Gina sat up beside me and held the blanket to her chest.

"No!" I shouted. "This one's clothed and everything; she's a friend from my hometown who needed a place to crash." Jesse stared at us.

"It is true," Gina responded. "I came up to see my boyfriend and things went poorly. I'm sorry." That mollified Jesse.

"Okay, as long as you two keep it down," he muttered. When Jesse had crawled into his bed on the other side of the room Gina put her hand on my covered chest.

"So, you want to screw around," she murmured. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.

"Mark is my friend and I don't know which one of the girls or Mark would kill me first," I whispered in return. That made her giggle; she ran her hand to the waist band of my pants but stopped there. Gina put her head on my chest.

"Thank you," she sighed before drifting off to sleep. I guessed she was grateful for not being treated like a slab of meat.

In the morning Jamie, Gina and Mark got together to talk things out. Gina was contrite; Mark was apologetic and we all pony-upped the money to get Gina a bus ride home. She had our numbers if she needed things. Emily, Amber and I will there to see her off. Only as she was hugging me goodbye and thanking me for the place to stay did Amber discover where Gina had been the night before. I had some explaining to do.

When I got back to my room Jamie was waiting. I considered this to be a really good thing until I saw the look in her eye that told me that she knew something that I didn't but should have.

"Jamie, who let you in my room?" I began with the basic question.

"Jesse did. We had a talk," she nodded.

"Do I still have a roommate?" I cringed. Jamie could be a bit ... confrontational.

"Sure. We had a good talk and I think I know what the problem is," she grinned. I didn't like that grin.

"What would that be?"

"I think he's jealous of all the activity in your bed," she continued.

"Is this going anywhere?" I groaned.

"Trust me," she continued to grin.

"Okay, so we should meet at you, Amber's or Emily's place," I concluded.

"Oh," she giggled, "he doesn't object to us having our little bit of gymnastics on your single bed."

"You've lost me again."

"He'd like to make a little adjustment about who is in bed with whom," she responded.

"He wants to sleep with you ... or Amber or Emily?" I guessed.

"You aren't the one he wants to replace," she snickered.

"Huh?" she'd lost me again. Jamie rolled her eyes.

"Craig, he wants to replace me, Amber, or Emily," she sighed in exasperation.

"But that would ..." I worked it out.

"He's gay," I finally saw the light then I had some real fear and uncertainty. Jamie could see that.

"Oh, he's not all that into you, but seeing you with all these girls he figures you are a man-whore," she was grinning again.

"He thinks I'm an easy lay?" I felt suddenly cheapened.

"Well he is normally into the whole gothic slender sensitive types. Don't worry, I didn't tell him you were initially attracted to my dreary dark looks or that you are boy-camouflage for a lesbian," she smiled triumphantly.

"Thanks I think," I mumbled. Sometimes I need to be reminded that the whole world's sexuality didn't revolve around me. Of course all of this had a plus side.

"Figuring all this out made you horny," I teased Jamie. She came up and kissed me and our clothes began to fall off. Jamie loved being right and she loved having sex with me and when the two of them came together she could be quite creative.

The next day was Friday which put me back in Biology with my buddy Eleanor. I made a Four on Wednesday's test which made me smile but I had a note to see Eleanor at the end of class. Barney sent a tiny prayer my way but retreated in haste. When it was only the two of us, she opened up her class planner and asked to see my notes.

"Sure thing Eleanor," I sighed pleasantly. "Can I ask what this is about?"

"I think you cheated," she said with some anger. This made me pissed.

"How many other Fours did you check?" I asked.

"You are the only one who cheated," she shot back.

"Lady, what is your problem? I've tried to joke about it, I've tried to be nice, and I've tried to shove this attitude back in your face, but now you are plain nuts." She didn't take my accusation well. Instead she went back over my notes.

"Am I keeping you from something?" she hinted.

"Like I trust you not to make something up if I go away," I seethed. She glared back. We spent a half hour picking through my stuff before she gave up. She slammed my notebook back to me.

"Eleanor," I said in a hushed tone.

"What?" she slipped up. Normally it was Ms. Cosby.

"Do you realize how hot you look when you get angry?" I grinned as I packed up and headed away. I didn't wait for a reply or even a reaction. Take that Bitch!

(Fourth Week)

Our third game was against Mountain State and it was ugly. Mountain was supposed to win the Conference Championship and they showed us why. They beat the crap out of Morgan in the first half and in the second half it was my turn. The coach told me that he wanted to keep Morgan fresh for our next game. I didn't care because game time was game time.

I played the last two minutes of the game with a crippled shoulder that felt like someone shot me with a nail gun. The coach noted that I toughed it out and sent me to the trainer. He slapped me in a sling and gave me some happy pills plus a regimen of therapy for the week; still he said I had a good chance of being ready for next week. What more could a jock hope for?

Jamie and Emily went to an after-game party while Amber and I settled in to our room. Jesse came by a bit later and shuffled around the place. Not being totally dense I sent Amber out for some dinner than sat down across from Jesse.

"What's up?"

"Did you and Jamie have a little talk?" he responded.

"Sure," I tried to sound nonchalant, "Though I'm definitely not a man-whore." That put him somewhere between confused and amused.

"You aren't going to be weird about this?" he said.

"Jesse, I really don't feel that what you do is any of my business," I said.

"So I can bring dates by?" he hazard to say. I laughed and he took it the wrong way and looked pissed.

"Jesse, is that what you are worried about?" I chuckled. He glared. "Jesse, as many girls as you've had to put up with my only advice is what you gave me and that was to keep it down if I'm trying to sleep."

Jesse measured that response then smiled.

"Cool. I was worried that you being from some small town would be a hard-ass about it."

"After meeting Jamie? Not likely," I grinned.

"Sometimes cool chicks date real dicks," he countered.

"Point," I allowed, "but in this case it was mutual attraction. Everything else is a convoluted story best gone over when we are drunk."

"Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you if you get drunk?" he chuckled.

"Are you going to dress like a girl?" I leered.

"Nope."

"Then we are good," I saluted him.

Amber got back, we ate and then Jesse suddenly remembered some research he had to do with some friends at the library. He told us he'd be back by midnight and Amber and I made best use of the time. Afterwards Amber looked over my injury and decided to help me. I reminded her that she was a freshman with a month's experience. She told me that I was her test dummy.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor declared. I walked up, looked at her and took the paper.

"Whatever you want Eleanor," I smiled, holding the paper in our grasp a little longer than necessary. Today I was using some of Jamie's advice on the seduction of women. Eleanor looked at me with uncertainty then real hostility. I was worried she might slap me.

"Craig, I swear she is going to cut your dick off if you keep that up," Barney hissed.

"Trust me my loyal henchman," I whispered, "I have an angle."

"It had better involve track shoes," he replied.

"Well, running for my life is the backup plan," I grinned.

When he finished up and were out of time I took our work up to Eleanor again. I was pretty sure Barney and I had gotten it right this time, but then I thought we got it right last time too. Eleanor looked it over intently. When she looked up she found me leaning on the table and looking into her eyes. She glared back.

"You pass this time," she growled. She looked at me. "What are you looking at?"

"You," I answered.

"I could can you right now for sexual advances," she snarled.

"But you won't do it," I told her. Eleanor laughed.

"Why not?" she grinned viciously.

"I would bring up your own policy of harassment," I began, "but mainly because you get off by making me suffer. I don't know why but you do."

"What?" she coughed.

"You are getting off being sadistic to me," I responded. "Admit it; you don't give me any of the breaks you give anyone else. You know I like this course, and you know I'm doing well at it but all you want to do is make me fail. How is that not sadistic?"

"Get out!" Eleanor snapped. I was seriously hoped I haven't read this situation wrong.

That evening the girls gave me their advice. Amber told me I was stupid, Emily said I should go to my curriculum advisor, and Jamie suggested I should secretly tape her then go to the professor. I try to make light of it as we all have things we need to concentrate on but the girls caution me I could get expelled.

(Fifth Week)

By Friday I was ready to play tentatively but the coach told me he was going to have me sit out the game so I didn't stress the shoulder. I was happy with the decision because the coach was looking out for both of our futures. Our game was at Saint's Cross; our first away game. We could and do win, Morgan puts up impressive numbers and Emily got to spend much of the game with me.

We spent the night coming back so the girls went out and celebrated without me, though they sent me plenty of fun and racy pictures. The thing that was a change of pattern was I got a call from Barney. We met up late at night at the local Waffle Shack (I loved that place). He looked highly displeased.

"How do you do it?" he began with after our coffees arrived.

"What exactly am I doing?"

"Get women?" He sighed.

"Mind putting this in context for me Barney," I asked.

"Betsy Atkins is a girl in my Chemistry class and I finally got up the nerve to ask her out and she laughed at me ... in public," he groaned. I began to see the problem.

"What did she look like?" I led him along.

"Oh, she was hot, really smoking," he said dreamily.

"Barney, what is your biggest asset?" I felt like Jamie. He looked confused so I answered it for him. "Barney, you are smart. You are not terribly good looking and you are not a jock -- you are smart."

"Okay," he responded curiously.

"Dude you are going to be seen as attractive by smart girls, not models," I enlighten him.

"But I want Betsy. She is so attractive and funny," Barney whined.

"Okay Barney, let me put it this way; of all the guys who possibly want to date her why is she choosing you?"

"I ..." he stammered. "I'm smart and a good guy."

"Barney she can't see inside your noggin and she doesn't know you to be a good guy because you are pretty shy around girls," I told him.

"Well, you could take her out on a double date with you and Amber," he offered.

"Exactly how is this going to work? I'm supposed to go up to her and ask her out with my other girlfriend. That will not end well, trust me," I promised him.

"Well, you end up with Amber and Betsy will end up with me. She'd love me and we can start dating."

"No Barney this will make her pissed with me for lying to her, for you hitting on her when she thinks she's dating me and Amber for being there. Trust me, women are complex and unforgiving." Barney looked hopeless.

"I think I know what we can do; I'll talk to Emily -- she's the best people person for this kind of thing.

If she has the time she'll wrangle a meet and greet with Betsy and the girls. Then we have girls on one side and guys on the other. That way she ends up with you without ending up with you, if you understand that?" I suggested. He didn't get it.

"She won't feel trapped with you and if she's not doing well the girls will all retreat; it is a girl thing -- they hunt in packs," I informed him.

"I thought we did?" Barney responded.

"That's a myth they tell us to make us stand still long enough to be captured," I grinned. That made Barney a little less depressed.

"So you really think I have a chance?" Barney sighed.

"No," I told him. He was less than happy to hear that. "Barney, you share on course in common. Do you even know her major?"

"Economics," he said hopefully.

"Barney," I shook my head, "she's taking Chemistry as her Science Elective."

"But ... is there nothing I can do?"

"Barney, why should you? You are a great guy and all you are doing is wasting your time with this girl. After a few days what are you going to do? Trust me, unless you are really good at it, sex is going to last you fifteen minutes. What do you do for an encore?"

"But she's hot," he persisted.

"If you had to choose between beautiful but shallow versus normal but smart which would you choose?" I inquired. He hesitated. "Look at in in reverse; how would you like a woman to choose?" That brought him up short.

"Thanks, I think," he admitted, "but I would still like to have Betsy."

"Wanting the hot girl is normal, but getting the right girl is far better," I gave my fortune cookie wisdom. He grinned.

"Lesson learned."

"Do you want me to talk with Emily?" I asked.

"Let me think about it," he moaned. I thought I'd helped him, but not right at that moment.

Barney and I separated each making our own way home.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor growled. Since it was only Barney, me and her in the room again, I smiled dreamily back. "What are you looking at?" she added with a snarl.

"Oh, realizing how attractive you are," I sighed. The blood vessel in her temple throbbed.

"Get back to work," she ground out angrily.

"Whatever you want Eleanor," I smiled.

"Bro, when you go missing her name is on the top of my list of suspects," Barney whispered when I got back to our table.

"Don't worry about it. If she kills me she won't be in the state of mind to cover it up," I grinned back.

On Wednesday we had another test with Eleanor and this time she hovered over me. I painstakingly went over my answers, but I was really good at this. By accident I turned to her when I had finished to Eleanor handing her my paper and I was face to face with her chest. I sort of kept my face inches away while she was studying my paper.

When she noticed her whole body tensed up and she made a choking, strangled noise, grabbed my paper and stormed off. I met her at the end of class and she was clearly on the tip of rage. She didn't trust herself to say anything she was so pissed.

"I apologize," I said softly. "I shouldn't have done that." Eleanor grunted in reply.

Thursday I did Barney a solid. Amber, Emily and I met Betsy and Barney outside of his Chemistry class. I made a show of greeting Barney and told him we were all going out that night if he could find somebody. He immediately put Betsy on the spot and she clearly was uncertain. A weird situation developed; Betsy thought that her Economics major made her smarter than Emily and Amber; Barney was a goober, but I was something unknown -- a jock who could string three words together.

I'd never thought that Betsy would be such a snob. All I could think was what Barney saw in this girl. Betsy rolled her eyes thinking about our offer.

"Hey, we were just thinking that since you didn't have any friends you might want to hang out. Barney is a buddy and is popular so was having pity on you," I grinned. Betsy's eyes went wide and Barney groaned. Emily and Amber kept their own council.

"What makes you think I don't have any friends," she stammered. I glared right at her.

"Face it Betsy, you act like a bitch but you are clearly smart," I glared. "You've qualified for Economics, so you are intelligent, but you feel the need to give Barney grief for being nice to you, which means you are being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch. Thanks for wasting my time. Barney, let's get out of here," I suggested. Barney staggered along.

"What did you just do?" he wailed when we were around the corner of the hall.

"Barney," Amber explained, "that girl was a bitch and would have only hurt you. Either she will take the bitch-slap well or you are better off without you."

"Craig, you were a bit harsh," Emily consulted. "But Barney, she's not a nice person."

(Week Six)

Our road trip to Central was the biggest game of season. At the end of the first quarter Morgan went out with a bruised thigh with the accompanying groans from our side. What followed was a defensive match up. I couldn't get us to score inside the twenty and they almost had the same problem.

In the last part of the fourth it was Central 10 to our 6 when I finally began to drive down the field and I smelt blood. I tossed for fifteen, my favorite running back broke loose for twenty two, and I tossed one to our cornerback that took us to the eighteen. I missed the next pass and our running back went nowhere. People began writing us off.

Quantrill caught one on the nine and the crowd got back in their seats. I looked over the defense and saw they were at that crucial moment. The expected me to go back to the pass but we ran it and picked up six yards. Everyone was screaming when I went in with the play. Some famous guy once said 'winners want the ball'. My running back blew me a hole and I dove through.

I knew I was inside. I heard the whistles even though I was buried. Only when the elation passed did I realize that my left side hurt. As the pulled the bodies off the hurt became real pain. Still, I was happy with our results so I tried to stand up. I bit down a scream and fell back down. People began running around me and the rest of the game was a blur.

They told me that we'd won and that I would live. I hadn't torn anything but my knee was going to be an unhappy camper for two or three weeks. The coach came by and gave me the game ball, my first. Okay, I'm a nut but that was the best painkiller I had that night. The next day I was on crutches, painkillers, and in my ladies' arms but without sex.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor snapped.

"You are a picture of loveliness today Eleanor," I smiled.

"In much pain?" she smiled back evilly.

"Seeing you makes it hurt less," I responded.

"Get back to it," she growled. I turned and used my crutches to hobble back to the work area.

"Bro, I head she bought a skinning knife," he said softly.

"At least she's thinking of me," I grinned.

"You are one sick dude," he sighed.

On Wednesday I spent much of the class dreaming about the previous night with Amber. Jesse had given us the room for the night and even though Amber had to do all the work (well most of the work) it was great sex and personal time.

"Mr. Dawkins?" Eleanor asked. I'd clearly missed something. I struggled to think of something appropriate.

"Sorry, I was not paying attention," I admitted. She smiled.

"That will be a failure for today's lesson Mr. Dawkins," she noted. I could only shrug. Afterwards I took the end of class test with her watching over me again. Once more I took a peek at her chest because she stuck it right in my face.

"How are we doing today, Eleanor?" I said at the end of class.

"I'm glad to see you've finally given up," Eleanor grinned.

"What?" I muttered.

"I've been waiting for you to slip up Dawkins and you finally have," she grinned.

"I'm not giving up," I said with determination. "Last night was a long night with my girlfriend is all. I'll be on the ball next time." I clearly said something wrong because she was back to look of total venom. She ripped up her class stuff so quickly her laptop shot off and hit me in the hip. I cried out in pain and fell over.

Eleanor came running around the lecture table and stared down at me. I was struggling unsuccessfully to stand up and when I saw her face she was both furious and ... something else. I kept looking up at her, too concerned with her attitude to make a plea for help. She picked up the computer, checked it out and then put it on the table then went back to studying me.

I gave up on any hope of mercy and started to push myself up off the ground. Eleanor grabbed my arm so hard it hurt and yanked me up. I fell back against her and we stayed there for a second.

"Get off me," she seethed. I hurriedly did so.

"Eleanor, sorry, thank you and could you help me with my crutches," I apologized. She debated that for another second reached down and grabbed up my two crutches. Being a guy I took that moment to scope out her tight little ass. She almost caught me at it, but slammed my crutches into my chest instead. We parted in silence.

On Friday I limped through the day and even in Eleanor's class I left her class without comment. I had to admit between classes, crutches and physical therapy I was feeling like crap. I made my way through the rest of the day without thinking much about things.

(Week Seven)

We played an away game with Laudan which we won without me even being in attendance. I spent the game with Jamie and Amber. My only real advantage is that we had the sports facility to ourselves pretty much. Amber loved the place and Jamie thought it was extravagant. It didn't stop her from using half the equipment in the place.

I went to Amber's place and we spent most of the night playing and talking about what we thought about college life. We discussed Jamie, the whole football- girl thing, and what we were heading for as school progressed. I told her I was thinking about still looking for a Master's program when we graduated while Amber wanted to work for a major gym network. We were freshmen with dreams.

(Monday)

"Do it again Mr. Dawkins," Eleanor snapped. I took it and started wobbling my way back to my seat. "What, no comment?" she shot at my back. I turned and looked at her.

"You were right and I was wrong," I grinned to her. Eleanor glared at me.

"What do you mean?" she snarled.

"If I'm going to be serious about getting into a Master's Program I need to work harder," I confided. Eleanor snorted.

"You will never make it Mr. Dawkins," she promised.

"Yes I will," I countered.

"What makes you think you can possibly make it," she stated angrily.

"I want it and I get what I want," I challenged. Eleanor glared pure hate. "I know you hate me and I don't know why, but I was told to never stop fighting for what you want."

"Do it again Mr. Dawkins," she repeated with distain.

Wednesday brought the normal test at the end of Biology. Once more I had Eleanor's presence. I finished, she studied my progress and I made ready to leave.

"See me in my office at four o'clock," she told me as I was getting ready to limp out of class. I could only imagine what kind of curveball she was going to throw next. I found her office in the bowls of the Life Sciences building. She had a tidy little cubby hole that could have doubled as an eighteen century jail cell.

"Eleanor," I coughed. She looked up from her computer with reading glasses on.

"Oh," she grimaced. "I think we got off on the wrong foot." Not that I thought I understood women before this but now I was totally lost.

"If you say so; I hope I haven't been too much a pain in your ass," I said. She looked at me to make sure I wasn't making fun of her.

"One thing I need to know: why do you keep taunting me?" she asked.

"Huh?" I responded and she looked hurt then it hit me, "You are a smart, cute girl and in my major." Now she looked suspiciously at me again. "What? Well we know we have the same major so are you telling me you aren't smart, or you're not cute?" I teased her. She mumbled.

"I'm smart," she murmured. She didn't mention cute so I had to handle that.

"Did you find it insulting that I stared at your breasts while you were giving me the tests?" I inquired.

"What?" she babbled and her face flushed.

"Well, when you caught me at it I couldn't tell if were insulted or not and when you kept at it I didn't know if you hated me more so you kept at it or you found it exciting," I tried to explain.

"I ..." she muttered. I gave her an open honest expression. Her blush deepened.

"Well, I liked looking. You are quite attractive," I said while trying not to sound like a letch. She studied my face then sighed.

"Mr. Daw ... Craig, get out of my office. I'll see you in class on Friday," and suddenly the gulf of teacher and student existed again, but at least we weren't antagonists.

(Week Eight)

We had to play A&M that weekend but again I was not playing. I made it a guy thing with Barney and a few of my coarse buddies for the celebration party; sometimes guys need to be guys and sometimes athletes need to be non-athletes. I'm not sure when I lost it because it all quickly became a confusing blur, with lots laughing. When I woke up I was in a nice warm comfy bed -- not my own.

I was suddenly aware of a body moving along the left side of my body. They had a leg resting on my left leg and moved it slightly. I turned to them and opened my eyes. It took me a second to put eyes and face structure to the different flowing hairstyle of the woman looking at me.

"Eleanor?" I whispered. I suddenly realized I was naked under the covers with my teacher.

"Yes," she replied with a strange little smirk.

"Did we ..."

"No. You were drunk off your ass and your friends found my number on your phone and called me. They were pretty drunk too," she explained. Of course I had put her name in my phone under the name Eleanor because I'm a sexist idiot.

"I normally don't drink so much," I said.

"You were mixing pain killers and alcohol, dummy," she grinned. Now I felt really stupid.

"How did I lose my clothes?" I asked curiously.

"You threw up on yourself. They should be in the dryer waiting for you?" she responded.

"Why are you naked?" I wondered.

"I'm not totally naked and this is how I normally sleep. The heat in this place is a bit weird," she answered.

"Where is my other stuff?" I continued. She pointed to the end table. I rolled away from her and checked my phone for messaged -- none, and my wallet to see how much money I'd blown.

Finally I took a breath mint because I could only imagine how great vomit-breath was. When I rolled back over I saw her checking me out. I returned the favor but when she realized that she blushed and covered up. I gently pushed the blanket back down to her navel. She looked away. At face value she wasn't much to look at, but I soon found I was mistaken.

Her hair was a medium brown hair half way down her back. Her face was angular but with soft lines, dark brown eyes, and small fine pink lips. Her neck was a slender pale wand that led to narrow shoulders. Eleanor's breasts were small but her areolas were soft pink with distinctive nipples. Her ribs were barely visible she was so thin, but it gave her a taut stomach and narrow waist.

I couldn't see below that because of the covers, but I could feel her legs were thin but strong with defined thighs and obvious hips. I looked her over and then tilted my head so I could make eye contact.

"Hey," I said. She closed her eyes and turned away, releasing the covers and covering her breasts with her hand. Whatever plan she'd thought out was falling to pieces.

That would have been a great time to make my exit. It was more of a girl issue than I needed. I pushed my head up and kissed her. She was stiff as a board; she clearly didn't know what to do.

"Do you want anything to happen?" I inquired. Eleanor stammered so I kissed her again. I moved my hand over her shielding arm, pushed it aside and rubbed her breast.

Next time I kissed her she had more intense though she was clearly conflicted and confused. Her nipple hardened under my touch. I increased the vigor of my kisses and she was finally responding. I ghosted my hand down from her breast along the side of her body and to her thigh. I pulled it up with virtually no resistance until her crotch was pressing up against my hip.

It took no encouragement for her to start grinding against me and for her throat to make little gurgling noises. Suddenly she put her hand on my chest and pulled back.

"What does all this mean?" she asked.

"I can't promise anything more than right now, Eleanor. I'm with someone."

"Oh, yeah, some ones," she sighed in anticipation of something bad.

"I'm going to tell them about us here right now. I don't keep things from them," I confessed.

"That's nice. What would you say," she said sadly.

"I woke up next to a sexy girl and took advantage of her," I smiled.

"Stop it!" she snapped, hurt. "Don't do that."

"I'm not playing with you Eleanor," I responded both verbally and physically by running my hand back along her thigh up to the lower band of her panties then back again.

"No," she whispered. I stopped and she stared at me. No one said anything for over a minute.

Finally I kissed her again and met no resistance. On my next kiss she kissed back. There were certainly issues here, but I figured that leaving was the worse option. When I pulled her up by her ass until her breast was at mouth-level she pressed me head in. I took teasing lick of the nipple and she gasped but by the way her hands yanked my hair I could tell she liked it.

I soon got her on top, straddling me with legs spread wide and her chest in my face. My hand now creased from the small of her back along her ass crack and down to her thigh. I squeezed and massaged her ass as I did so. I was hard against her and she wiggled her pubic area against the top of my penis.

She broke our body press by placing her hands neither side of my head and pushing up.

"I'm a virgin," she stated with deadly earnest.

"Okay, everyone is at some time," I answered.

"I'm not sure I want you to be the one," she continued. I reached out and stroked her bright pointy nipple.

"Okay," I smiled up at her.

"Huh?"

"We can still have sex without taking your virginity Eleanor," I promised.

"What ... oh ... wow," she finally managed before smiling. "Please continue then."

"If I don't get it right will you make me do it again?" I snickered.

"Yes Mr. Dawkins," she laughed, "I will." I flipped her over suddenly and Eleanor gasped then giggled, which may have been her first sexual giggle in her life. It was certainly a really pleasant sound.

I now paid greater attention to each nipple and sucked harder and with renewed vigor. Eleanor's breath came harder. Her hands scratched my neck and shoulders.

"Ooohhh ..." she went on and on. I finally surrendered my attentions from her breasts and began licking my way down to her navel. I circled it then stabbed it with my tongue. Eleanor pulses her hips up against me. With my free hand now in place I pressed her legs farther apart and pushed them up so that first one then the other where up at shoulder level.

Eleanor's breath began coming in shorter gasps and I was wondering if she was going to cum before I even got to her pleasure box. I hurried my way down, pushed her panties aside and was rewarded with a very beautiful, pink and slender cunt. I immediately began using my tongue and eyes to seek out her clit. I was able to wiggle one finger in and damn she was tight.

I started pumping my finger in rapidly.

"Please," she whimpered, but I hoped it was a good 'please' so I drilled in even deeper. At the same time her clit revealed herself and I nibbled it.

"Elle I ..." came a woman's voice from the door that had just opened.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh ... OH!" Eleanor went off. I had my head between her legs and was conducting myself with my utmost skill so the newcomer couldn't see who I was.

"Oh God!" came the strange woman's voice. "I'm sorry," she added then slammed the door.

"Oh Craig," Eleanor panted deeply, "That was unbelievable." I worked my way back her body.

Eleanor she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into an aggressive full-bodied kiss.

"Thank you," she breathed with a big smile on her face.

"My pleasure," I grinned. She kissed me again and seemed satisfied with herself.

"Craig ... are we going to do this again?" she shyly asked.

"Right now? Sure. Later on, I certainly hope so. This was a lot of fun for me too," I promised which made her give me one of those female 'I got it' confident looks.

"I had better get you home or I'm really going to have sex with you Craig. I'll go get your clothes," Eleanor sighed.

Eleanor scooted out from under me, popped out bed and grabbed a shirt off the floor. She slipped it on, gave me a happy look over her shoulder then slipped out the door. I sat in bed until she returned. She handed me my bundle of clothes, slipped on some jeans and sat back and watched me get dressed myself. At one point as I painfully stood up and got ready to put on my shirt she stood up behind me and ran her hands over my back.

"You work out a lot," she murmured. I reach back and held her hand.

"Yeah, my life doesn't allow me to coast by, but thanks for your touch. You have really delicate fingers." She let me finish getting dressed. We then both sat back down and put on our shoes before heading for the door.

It turns out we are in a small apartment broken up to four small bedrooms, a common room, a bathroom, washroom, and kitchen. All three of her roommates were down around the common room table when we came down. The talk dropped off to nothing as they stare at us.

"Do you want something to drink?" the taller bespectacled woman asked. She had long curly black hair and large curious eyes framed in dark rimmed glasses.

One of the other women was a short plump redhead with an open face. The third woman was also dark haired, but hers was a very short bob-cut. She was also somewhat short, but with a larger bust and butt. They all regarded me with curiosity.

"I'd like that. Is there any orange juice?" I replied.

"I'll get it," Eleanor said. She moved off quickly to the kitchen while I was wondering why I wasn't heading straight home. I had the distinct impression I was being assessed. Eleanor came up and handed me an orange juice while she drank a soda. She sort of stood there so I wrapped an arm around her waist. She looked up at me with some confusion then smiled.

"You are that guy," the girl with the short hair asked; "The freshman quarterback." I nodded.

"Elle, isn't he one of your students?" the tall woman whispered.

"Yes, well, it is complicated," Eleanor responded. She didn't seem all that embarrassed.

"Did you two have sex?" the redhead gasped.

"Tammie, what do you think Elle was just screaming about?" the tall woman said to the redhead who blushed. Eleanor now moved uncomfortably.

"Yes Elle, you are such a screamer," teased the woman with the short hair. I looked up at the ceiling.

"Don't look so freaked freshman," the tall woman told me.

"Craig," I felt compelled to inform her. The three women smile.

"Craig we are happy you popped Eleanor's cork. She's been way too uptight all semester," the short haired woman grinned.

"Well ... thanks ... okay ... you are welcome," I muttered. And here I thought Eleanor had a special hate-on only for me.

"I'm going to take him home now," Eleanor declared. She grabbed my hand, took us to our coats and headed for the door.

"Bye now," the short haired woman called out seductively. Once we were in Eleanor's car I felt need to ask.

"You don't date much?"

"I don't date at all," Eleanor confessed.

"You should get out more," I told her.

"I don't know how," was her depressed response.

"Any grad students you can date?" I suggested.

"Nope," she informed me.

"Any junior or senior students that interest you?" I tried again.

"Not really," she stated.

"Do you want to have sex with me again?" I offered. Eleanor looked at me funny.

"Okay," she said then remained silent the rest of the way to my dorm.

I was safe until lunchtime when I decided to call the girls together for a little powwow. I hit them with the details, as I remembered them, including my ride home.

"Cool!" declared Jamie. "Now you have that crazy bitch off your back."

"That's nice," Emily announced. "I'm glad the two of you worked something out."

"You what?" growled Amber.

"Amber, I didn't mean for it to happen that way," I apologized. I reached out to hold her but felt her fall back. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Damn it Craig, what do we mean to you?" Amber asked.

"Amber, you, Jamie and Emily are my best friends and lovers. You mean everything to me, but I also need to know what I mean to you. We've all been crazy- busy this semester and we'll have time to re-connect over Fall Break."

"Craig, I want us to ... be something with a future," Amber stated.

"Amber," Jamie intervened, "he's been there for us and he's got the most hectic schedule of us all. It isn't like she's some football bimbo. She's his teacher and we know that relationship is finite. I'm asking you to cut him some slack."

"Craig, I want you to promise me to not do this anymore," Amber asked.

"I can't lie to you, so I'm not going to say it isn't ever going to happen, but I you will always be the most important to me," was the best I could say.

"Craig, that's not good enough for me," Amber said. "I'm not sure we can see each other anymore." I hung my head in anguish. Amber had been the closet girl I'd ever felt to be mine. Emily was Emily and Jamie was too much a free spirit to be anyone's only one. Amber had always represented a secret hope of someone waiting for me to grow up. Now I was fucked, or more appropriately, I had fucked myself.