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High School Football Hero
Chapter 2
"Oh my god Reggie!! That shirt looks so hot on you!" Trish gushed. They were in Sherry's room getting ready to leave for the party. Reggie was wearing a pair of faded skinny jeans and low-cut black blouse that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage.
"Do you think so? I think it might be a little too much for a football party." She looked herself over in the mirror once more. "Yeah, I think I'll just throw on a plain tank top."
"Oh no you won't!" Sherry scolded, pausing her mascara application. "You're wearing that shirt, no exceptions."
"But Sherry!" Reggie whined.
"But what? It looks great."
"I just think it's a little…revealing." Reggie confessed. Trish laughed and assured her-
"I've seen freshmen girls at these parties dressed like mini-hookers. The look you got going on right now is not slutty. Trust me."
"Besides, the guys aren't making us pay for booze. The least we can all do is give them something nice to look at." Sherry winked.
"You mean give them something to stare at while they talk to us."
"You mean a couple things to stare at!" Trish grinned.
"Booyah!" Sherry whooped, initiating a high five.
"You two are acting like a couple of guys." Reggie scoffed. Sherry reached under her bed and pulled out a half-full bottle of peach schnapps and handed it to Reggie.
"Take a few sips, you need it."
"Yeah, it's better if you go to the party already buzzed on some liquid courage. " Trish agreed. Reggie sighed, unscrewed the bottle and took and took a long sip of the sweet liquid. It didn't even burn her throat.
"See?" Trish asked. She took the bottle from Reggie and tipped it back. Sherry raised an eyebrow before shrugging and taking a sip herself. She handed the bottle back to Reggie.
"Finish it off, and we'll go."
"Now way, I don't want to go to the party trashed." Reggie argued
"Oh come on, there's like less than two shots left in this thing. I've seen you drink way stronger stuff and hold your ground." Trish urged. Reggie complied and finished off the bottle.
"Okay ladies, let's go get drunk!" Sherry yelled. Since Greg lived two blocks away from Sherry's house, there was no need to drive. When they arrived at Greg's house, the sound of dance music could be heard from the front lawn as well as the jovial laughs of the football team. The girls worked their way through a gaggle of drunk freshmen girls and towards the kitchen where Greg always kept the booze supply at his parties. Sam was leaning against the kitchen counter, beer in hand chatting to some teammates. He spotted the three girls and waved them over.
"Hey it looks like the party can finally start!"
"Oh Sam, you're such a flirt." Sherry laughed. "Where's the booze?" Sam pulled out several bottles from beneath the sink,
"Southern Comfort for my former significant other." He handed her the bottle. "Limes are already cut up in the fridge and you know where Greg keeps the ice." Sherry and Trish rushed off to find cups and limes, leaving Reggie alone with Sam.
"I wasn't sure what kind of tequila you liked. So I got some good stuff and some cheap stuff." He said holding up two bottles. Reggie giggled.
"The cheap stuff is fine, but let's open up the good stuff first. We are celebrating after all."
"That we are." Sam agreed. He stashed the cheap tequila under the sink and unscrewed the other bottle. Reggie swore for a second that his eyes lingered on her chest, but brushed it off. She felt a comfortable buzz already and wasn't too concerned about her revealing top anymore.
"Take a shot with me?" Reggie asked.
"Well, mom always told me it was rude to refuse a lady's request." Sam smiled. He poured shots for both them and broke out a salt shaker and a bowl of limes.
"To the future regional champion!" Reggie said with her shot glass raised.
"To the first friend I ever made in this town." Sam returned. They clinked glasses, licked the salt off, downed the shots and sucked on their limes. Reggie noticed a grimace on Sam's face.
"Too strong for ya Sammy? Maybe Greg has some Smirnoff Ice stashed in the back." Reggie smirked.
"Nah, I've just always preferred beer over liquor. How can you drink this stuff so nonchalantly anyway?"
"I think there's some Mexican blood in my family somewhere."
"Or you're just hardcore." Sam smiled.
"Yeah, that might be why." They both laughed as Trish and Sherry re-joined them.
"Hey, how about a four-way shot you guys?"
"Let's do it. We need to get Sam here used to the taste of hard liquor. We don't want him running down the field with a beer belly now do we?" Reggie joked. Sam could only laugh.
"Okay, but it has to be SoCo this time." Sam insisted. Sherry poured four shots and they downed them with lime wedges.
"Let's dance!" Sherry yelled leading the other three to the dance floor.
"Yo Dullard get over here!" Greg yelled.
"Sorry ladies, I need to assist in the traditional forced freshmen beer bong." Sam explained.
"Why do guys haze those poor kids?" Sherry asked.
"Because everyone gets hazed as a freshman on this team. It's tradition! You're welcome to watch."
"Watch a bunch of freshmen puking all over the back yard or shake my ass to the grove of the beat? Tough choice." Sherry joked. Sam laughed.
"I'll see you in a little bit." He walked over towards the back patio where the freshmen were already gathered. Sherry turned to Trish and Reggie.
"One more shot." All three said at once. After a third shot, they headed to dance floor.
Sam cracked open a can of beer and poured the contents into the funnel that was being held by Greg above a chugging freshman.
"So, saw you talking Reggie Rocket. Any plans on taking it a step further than that tonight?" Greg asked Sam. Sam blinked in surprise and poured another beer into the funnel with a chuckle.
"We're just friends. Well, we used to be best friends, but now we don't really talk that much."
"It looked like you had plenty to talk about inside."
"Just small talk you know."
"So, there's no interest?"
"Why would there be?"
"Oh I don't know." Greg said nonchalantly. "She was looking pretty good in that shirt." He smirked.
"Yeah…she does." Sam admitted. "But she's also my ex's best friend. Alright man, you're good. Go join the party." He patted the freshman on the back and waved another one over.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I tried to hook up with her?" Greg asked. Sam paused as he reached for another beer from the cooler.
"No, I don't care."
"Aha!!" Greg pointed. "You hesitated, you do care!!"
"Shut up." Sam snapped in defense.
"Dude just go for it. You said that you and Sherry are definitely over. Even though you still flirt like mad."
"We're just joking when we do that. We're comfortable with each other and the fact that we didn't work out as a couple."
"Well then go for Reggie. You know you want to."
"There's too much history." Sam said shortly.
"Aw stop being such a pussy Dullard!" The freshman kneeling beneath the funnel on ground interjected.
"Just for that, you have to funnel an extra five beers!" Sam snapped.
"Oh come on! Greg!!" the freshman whined.
"Learn to keep mouth shut next time runt!" Greg said. He turned back to Sam who was now pouring beer into the funnel. "Look man, I didn't mean to be a dick. I just think that there's interest on Reggie's side too. I was watching you two since she walked into the house. So, take my advice, don't take my advice, whatever."
"I don't know man, I'll have to sit on it."
"Do what you think is right Dullard. In the mean time, I think this little bitch still has another four beers to go!" he said pointing down at the freshman. Sam laughed and opened another beer.
Reggie stepped away from the crowd of fellow dancers and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. She was sweating lightly from all the dancing and was in need of drink. She walked towards the kitchen to see Sam stepping back in from the backyard, helping a stumbling freshman teammate back into the house. She slowed her pace as she watched Sam hand the boy several bottles of water and sat him down in a chair.
"Finish every bottle of water before you have another beer. And if you have to puke than for god sakes do it in the toilet or outside." Sam ordered the boy.
"Playing sober sitter?" Reggie asked. Sam spun around fast at the sound of voice.
"I got this one a little too drunk. It's courtesy, you know? Give him some water, let him sober up before he has to sneak back into his second story bedroom window after curfew."
"Sounds like you've had some experience."
"Yeah, luckily I have a first floor bedroom." He laughed. "So what're you up too? All danced out?"
"So danced out, that I've sobered up. God I'm thirsty…and hot."
"Yes you are." The freshman slurred from his seat. Reggie laughed and Sam shot the boy an angry look.
"You wanna go outside for a bit? There are a few beers left in the cooler."
"Sure, is it cool if I bring the tequila?"
"Of course." Reggie grabbed the tequila bottle off the counter along with the bowl of limes and a salt shaker and walked out the back door. Sam followed after she was a few steps ahead, his eyes focusing on the gentle sway of her hips.
"Do work, Dullard!" the freshman boy whispered. Sam saved his breath, held up a single finger and walked out onto the back patio, closing the door behind him. Reggie was already pouring salt onto her hand. She held up the salt shaker with no words and Sam complied. She licked her hand and took a swig of the bottle while Sam prepared his own hand. She handed him the bottle and sucked on a lime as she watched him take his shot, this time without a grimace.
"Look's like someone's warming up to the taste of tequila." She pointed out.
"Well, I find that it's always easier to drink this shit after a few beers."
"Good. Because this bottle needs to be finished and I can't do it by myself. Think you're up for it, Dullard?"
"I don't think I have a choice." They both laughed and continued to lower the level of golden liquid in the bottle, pausing in between shots to talk and crack jokes about the drunken underclassmen falling all over each other inside. Sam felt himself growing more lightheaded with every shot. He usually didn't drink to get drunk mid-season, after all someone had to be the responsible one. A light buzz was fine by him.
"Well Sam, it looks like we each have one shot to go." Reggie said holding up the nearly empty bottle.
"Alright then, ladies first." Sam handed her the salt shaker. Reggie held it in her hand and looked up at him. "What are waiting for? Had enough already?" he joked.
"Not by a long shot. Here hold this in your mouth." She said, handing him a lime wedge. "The last shots of the bottle are always body shots." Her voice was confident, Sam felt himself gulp, but did his best to play it off.
"Very well then." He bit down lightly on the wedge
"Lean back a bit." Reggie ordered. He complied as she poured a patch of salt on his exposed collar bone. V-necks are a wonderful thing Reggie thought to herself. She licked the salt off with a swift dip of her head, took a shot, and grabbed the lime wedge out of Sam's mouth with her own; their lips brushed each other softly.
"Your turn." Reggie smirked, handing him the salt shaker.
"Where do you want it?" Sam asked, quickly cursing himself for asking such sexual-sounding question.
"Wherever." Reggie said simply, biting down a lime wedge. Sam briefly considered pouring the salt on her exposed cleavage, but quickly decided against it- not wanting to risk being slapped by his former best friend. He gently placed his hand on her chin and tilted her head back, shaking some salt on the side of her neck. He licked the salt off slowly, took his shot, and pressed his mouth against hers for a split second before drawing back with the lime wedge clenched in between his teeth. Reggie eyed him with a small smile as he sucked the juice out of the lime.
"You know I just realized something- this is really the first time we've hung out together since freshmen year." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, it's amazing how alcohol can bring people together." Reggie laughed.
"You ready to go back inside?"
"Not really. I kind of wanted to go swimming. It's so humid outside and inside is no better."
"Yeah, Greg's parents don't believe in air conditioning. And they don't have a pool either, if you haven't noticed."
"The neighbors do." Reggie said. She got up and started walking to the fence that separated the two lawns. She leaned against the fence and looked over at the in-ground pool. The light inside the pool was on, and on color changing mode. Sam joined her at the fence and watched as the color of the water changed from blue to purple to green.
"See that pool shed? There are towels inside. It's like they're just beckoning to us to jump in their pool." Reggie said.
"How do you know they have towels in there?" Sam asked.
"I babysat for that family a few times." She explained.
"Oh." He said simply. "Do they have bathing suits in there too?"
"No, but you have boxers. Those are almost like swim trunks." Reggie didn't even wait for a response as she swung her legs over the fence with cat-like grace and started to slip out of her sandals. Sam hopped over the fence himself and pulled off his sneakers and socks. They stood side by side as they stripped down to their undergarments, occasionally taking a side glance.
"Hmmm, boxer briefs. I stand corrected." Reggie said as she examined his fitted, forest green shorts.
"All the support of tightey-whiteys with none of the dorkiness." Sam explained as his eyes wandered over Reggie's own attire- black boy shorts and a matching bra that showed more cleavage than the shirt she had been wearing.
"Interesting." Reggie nodded. "Last one in has to clean up the puke in the backyard!" she said quickly before running towards the pool. Sam caught himself for a moment but quickly followed suit, jumping in after Reggie.
"Oh my god this feels so refreshing!" Reggie exclaimed at the pleasant coolness of the water.
"Wow. I should start sneaking into the Stimpleton's pool at night." Sam agreed.
"I wouldn't if I were you. I overheard Otto and Twister recounting about how they both jerked off into the pool after Mr. Stimpleton ran over both their skateboards with his car and refused to apologize or buy them new ones."
"When was this?" Sam asked, grossly intrigued.
"This past summer. I think they've made a habit of it too."
"Hmm…masturbating into a pool with another dude. I always had a suspicion that those two were gay." Sam said. Reggie broke out into hysterics and nodded her head in agreement.
"Just try not to spread that news around. I don't think my brother could handle prison."
"On the contrary I think he could be really happy in jail and find himself a nice husband." Sam joked. Reggie burst out laughing. Sam joined in, but suddenly remembered that they were trespassing in someone's pool. "Shhh, we don't want to get caught."
"Okay, okay." Reggie said trying to suppress her giggles. Sam noticed that one of her bra straps had slipped off her shoulder due to the weight of the water, and the other strap was following suit.
"Reggie, I wouldn't mind a show, but I wouldn't want things to get awkward between us." Sam joked.
"Huh?" Reggie asked, completely unaware of her slight wardrobe malfunction. Sam put his hands on the side of her arms and guided the straps back to her shoulders. Reggie blushed lightly as she noticed the state of her bra, but instead turned her attention back to Sam who was looking straight into her eyes. Once the straps were back in place, Sam let his hands run slowly down arms, before settling on her waist as Reggie stepped forward and placed her own hands on his shoulders. Their lips met and stayed together for well over a full minute, sliding against each other, the sexual tension coming to a head. After they found it necessary to breathe again, they both pulled back and realized that both of them had let their hands wander without being fully aware of it. Sam's hands were on either side of her hips and Reggie's thumbs were hooked under the waistband of Sam's shorts, not too far from very noticeable bulge. They immediately withdrew their hands and stepped back from each other.
"Oh shit." Reggie said
"Things just got awkward didn't they?" Sam asked softly. Reggie turned away and waded towards the side of the pool. She quickly climbed out and started pulling on her jeans, not even bothering to dry off first.
"Hey, where are you going?" Sam asked, hoisting himself out of the pool.
"Home. I'm going home." Reggie said. Her back was turned to him as she pulled her shirt back on.
"Wait, what? Shouldn't we talk about this?"
"No, no we shouldn't." Reggie grabbed her sandals, and started walking to the side of the house, towards the sidewalk.
"Is this normal? Do you just suddenly run away from every guy you kiss, or is it just me?" Sam asked in an angry voice. Reggie stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. She tried to ignore how the droplets of water that ran down the planes of his chest and onto his rippled abdomen. And hissed-
"You kissed me."
"That might but true, but you kept it going for quite awhile!" Sam snapped back. Reggie scoffed and walked away. Sam stood there for a moment, feeling stupid and confused- emotions that were rare to him. The upstairs lights in the pool owner's house suddenly snapped on.
"Shit!" Sam cursed. He quickly grabbed his clothes and chucked them over the fence onto Greg's back yard before hopping over before he could get caught. He quickly pulled on his clothes and walked around the side of Greg's house and towards home. By some cruel trick of fate he did not encounter Reggie on his way back home, although he lived across the street from her.