The Try Outs Ch. 03

All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

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David's first day of try-outs was a disaster. Showing up an hour late didn't impress anyone nor did his on-field performance. Various coaches' play notes had remarks like...'lacklustre', 'awkward foot work', 'indecisive', 'confused'. David didn't have to read the notes to know how he was doing.

And of course the big problem was that getting your brains screwed out the night before wasn't an excuse that the coaches were likely to give much consideration to.

The young quarterback was really down when he got back to his hotel after the day's work out. He skipped that evening's reception and went for dinner on his own. He spent an hour in the pool and in the sauna after dinner. Then he went up to his room, hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, put the lock-out latch on, took the phone off the hook, and went to bed.

There was a knock on his door around midnight but David just pulled the pillow over his head and went back to sleep.

Jenna saw Brent that evening and her boy friend was ecstatic. David Winslow had stunk up the field that day and wasn't going to be a factor in the competition. Jenna had told Brent before the try outs that she'd try and distract the young man from Minnesota and that her mother was going to help her. She didn't go into specifics but Brent knew all too well what Jenna and her mom were capable of.

The second day of try-outs was different. David didn't look like the same man on the field on day two. His hand-offs and passes were quick and accurate. He was eluding tacklers and making plays that had the coaches smiling and shaking their heads in amazement.

About the only one who wasn't impressed was Brent Travis. Winslow was making him look very second string and he didn't like that at all. When he got a break he got his hands on a cell phone, called Jenna and told her what was happening. Jenna said she'd get a hold of her mother and see if they could do something to help.

Jenna did talk to her mother and they made a new plan.

Because there were so many friends and family with the boys for the try-outs, the second day's scrimmages were open to the public in the afternoon.

Mid afternoon and Jenna was on the sidelines with a fairly big knot of spectators, watching the action. She had dressed down quite a bit on this occasion, wearing a ball cap, dark glasses, jeans and a baggy sweat shirt.

Brent had told her that the 'Longhorns' had given all the competitors their own water bottles, color coded...red for defense, green for offence...with their individual names etched on them. Jenna scanned the benches and it didn't take long for her to spot David's. At a moment in time when most everyone seemed to be watching a really tense play developing on the field, Jenna picked up David's bottle and took a sip.

It was G-2, which was good because that would completely mask the taste of the double dose of Viagra, her drug of choice, which she slipped into his bottle. Then she went over to the bottomless Gatorade barrel on the side of the field, topped up his bottle and returned it to its place on the bench.

When she turned back to the field there were high fives going all around on the offence and players were slapping David on the back. At that moment the elated young quarterback happened to look over to see Jenna standing there. She took off her sunglasses and returned his gaze.

David gave her a hesitant wave. Jenna gave him a slow smile in return. Then with her eyes still locked on his, she reached down for the waist of her sweat shirt and snapped it up to her shoulders. She stood there like that, flashing David for two or three seconds, her creamy naked breasts on full display for anyone who happened to be looking in that direction. And there was more than one sweaty football player looking that way.

Then she casually dropped her sweatshirt back down, blew David an exaggerated kiss and turned and walked towards an exit.

There was a sudden buzz of catcalls and whistles, guys slapping David's helmet and his butt as word of Jenna's audacious performance made its way around. David blushed deeply and trotted over to the sidelines. He didn't look around to see if Jenna was still behind him somewhere. He just took a big swig of Gatorade, grabbed a playbook, opened it and put his head down.

At the end of the day David was feeling pretty good about himself. A couple of coaches made a point of telling him that they'd been impressed with what they'd seen and were looking forward to seeing how he would do on the next day, the last day of the try-outs.

That night David went out to the reception dinner with the rest of the candidates. It was held at one of the Boosters homes and was a pretty elaborate affair. There were friends and family there as well. David had mixed emotions about running into Jenna again. Even though he had played some pretty good football that day, what was really in the forefront of his mind was the amazing sex he had had with Jenna two nights ago and also the torrid morning after he had spent with that maid Luisa. So when he didn't see Jenna at the dinner he felt kind of let down. He knew he should be focusing on the last day of try-outs but he couldn't get the image of Jenna flashing her tits at him that afternoon out of his mind. He was still looking for her when the bus came to take all the boys back to the Hyatt.

By the time they got back to the hotel David had convinced himself that his best plan was to head up to bed and concentrate on the work he had to do the next day. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost walked right by the two stunning women who were sitting up against the wall of the open bar, staring at him as he walked by. There was just a velvet swag rope on pedestals separating the bar area from the lobby.

But even a guy who was sleepwalking would have been hard pressed not to notice these two. The blonde and the dark haired beauties had been turning male heads all evening at the tall café table where they were sitting. David couldn't help but lift his eyes for a peek as he passed, but then stopped in his tracks when he did so.

Luisa was wearing a hot pink sleeveless tank top that was stretched tautly around her conical breasts. Beneath that she had on a pair of red capri pants that were molded to her lower torso, from her waspishly thin waist to her shapely calves. She was wearing a gold necklace, a thin gold belt and a huge diamond ring as accessories. White nylons and a pair of four inch white stilettos completed her ensemble.

Amanda was wearing a little white dress like the one Marilyn Monroe made famous in the picture where she was trying to hold it in place on top of a subway grate. It had a plunging halter top and a mid-length pleated skirt. Unlike Marilyn, Amanda was wearing a black bra with her white top, an effect that David had always found kind of slutty, in a good way. Her melon shaped breasts were clearly on display, threatening to spill from the cups of the little bra that barely contained them. She was also wearing smoky colored nylons and black stiletto heels that made her curvaceous legs seem like they went on forever. The straps of the heels were some kind of stretchy satin ribbons that were criss-crossed half way up her calves. Above that her pleated skirt flared out from her generous hips. Her lipstick and her nails were a vivid scarlet.

There was a pile of bags from a number of high end boutiques stacked up beside the table. Someone had been shopping. The girls had several tall frosty cocktails in front of them, all of them sent over by various men with whom they'd exchanged a few pleasantries.

David immediately recognized both women but was wracking his brain to try and figure out the connection between them. Luisa was the maid who had fucked his brains out when he stumbled on her in his room the previous morning. Amanda was the mother of the vivacious blonde that had seduced him in his room the night before that. But they couldn't know each other. What were the chances? He was just standing there with this confused look on his face when he noticed that Amanda was smiling at him and crooking her finger at him to come over.

David looked around to be sure she wasn't signaling someone else. There was no one else so he made his way towards them.

Even before he reached their table, Amanda got up to meet him. She stepped around Luisa and right into David. She leaned heavily against him so that her barely covered breasts mushed thrillingly against his chest while she planted a moist kiss on his cheek.

"David! How nice to see you. I hear you're doing so well at the try-outs. Come and tell us all about it.." she enthused. As she was speaking, she took David's hand and pulled him after her, giving him no chance to make any excuses.

"I'd like you to meet my friend Luisa. She works right here at the hotel. Luisa this is David Winslow. He's here for the university try-outs. Sit down David. Have a margarita. We've got plenty. Tell us all about your adventures here in Austin..." Amanda coaxed, pressing herself warmly against David's side as she shoe-horned him onto a stool between Luisa and herself at their little table.

David was looking anxiously from Amanda to Luisa. How did they know each other? Had Jenna said anything to her mother? Had Luisa? Should he be nervous? Whether he should be or not, he sure as hell was. He barely knew what to say as he looked anxiously between the two striking women.

"Mister Winslow. I think we have met no? Have we not...how you would say...passed the time, yesterday?..." Luisa said, extending her little hand to David.

"Did I? Did we? We might have...I'm sorry but there's been so much happening..." David said, nervously shaking Luisa's hand.

"Have a margarita David. There's a couple of fresh ones here somewhere. There full of good fruit goodness..." Amanda slurred, grabbing a drink off the table for David and spilling it slightly.

"Unn...No, thanks Mrs. Banes. I'll just get a coke..." David said, sliding off his stool and turning towards the bar.

"You do that sugar. And call me Amanda why don't ya'. But don't you go disappearing on us..." she said sliding one hand up the inside of David's thigh from behind until it was pressing up into his balls.

"I want to hear all about what they've been putting you through..." she purred, giving his leg a provocative squeeze.

"Oh sure Mrs. Ba...A...Amanda." David stammered, his cock giving an excited lurch at the voluptuous blonde's touch. He figured she must have had more than a couple of those margarita's herself the way she was all over him. He made a point of telling himself that he should have just the one coke then get out of there.

As he made his way over to the bar Amanda turned to Luisa and said with a smile ... "Why are you talking like that, like some migrant from the barrio?"

Luisa tossed her mane of black hair over one shoulder and said with her own dazzling smile..."Don't you recognize me amante? I am Daisy Fuentes from the 'Amas des Casa Insensibles!' Ball breaker to the stars! At least that's what David thinks. And what's with you and the drunken slut routine? You've barely finished one."

Amanda pouted at Luisa prettily.

"Alas girlfriend, I guess I can't hold it like I used to. I can feel my inhibitions just melting away..." Amanda purred, slipping her hands up the sides of her dress until she was almost grasping her big tits in her hands.

"If I start to do something that I'll regret in the morning, don't stop me O.K.?...Here he comes." And that's how David found the two women when he returned, smiling and chatting although Amanda's eyes were burning into his as he wriggled between them to get back onto his little stool with his coke.

"So how do you two ladies know each other?" he asked.

"Oh I met Luisa years ago when I lived here in Austin. We met in counseling. I was in the middle of my second divorce. Luisa was in the same support group. She was having some problems with her husband Ramon."

"Si. Mi Ramon. He can be such a bastard! You would no be such a bastard like that would you Mister David?" Luisa asked, slipping one hand under the table and onto David's thigh. Her fingertips lightly grazed the length of his cock through his pants.

David was just taking a sip of his coke when she did that. He started to choke and managed to dribble most of his mouthful back into his glass without spilling too much. His cock though had ballooned into a feverish erection in just a heart beat. He could feel his face flushing and his breath growing shallow as an amazing arousal swept through his loins. It was all he could do to keep from arching his loins towards Luisa's casually pressing fingers. Jesus! He wasn't normally this horny!

Amanda and Luisa noticed the new tension that had seized the young man between them. That was good. It meant the Viagra was doing its job. Amanda gave Luisa a conspiratorial smile.

"David. I wonder if you'd give me a hand to take some of these things up to my room. Luisa and I were just waiting for some friends before we go out. It will only take a couple of minutes. Would you mind?..." Amanda asked, reaching down and starting to hand the parcels over to David without waiting for his reply.

"Ah sure Mrs....Amanda. I was heading up anyway." David said, finishing his coke. He got up and awkwardly shifted the substantial pile of bags from one hand to the other as Amanda loaded him up. At least they made a good cover for the 'formidable' boner that was bulging through the fly of his pants and didn't seem to want to go down.

"Now you stay out of trouble young lady..." Amanda said with a broad smile at Luisa.

"It seems I can't leave you alone for a minute without you picking up some stray cowboy or steel worker or something. I don't think David and I will be long. You know how quick these young guys are..." Amanda said with a giggle, reaching around and groping David's ass, making him jump and blush even more than he already was. Then she picked up the one remaining parcel she hadn't handed to him, the smallest one in the pile and edged towards the bar exit. David followed her like a devoted spaniel. As she strutted through the tightly grouped tables, her tear drop shaped ass swiveling and her pneumatic tits threatening to swing out of her halter top at every step, the eye of every man in the place followed her progress.

Amanda looked back over her shoulder with a confident smirk, to make sure that David was still behind her as she led him to a waiting elevator. Just a couple of minutes later she was unlocking the door to her hotel room and then standing aside to let him go ahead of her into the room. She flipped a switch in the entranceway that turned on a couple of feeble bedside lamps.

David looked around questioningly and finally put all the shopping bags down in a chair over by the window. Then he turned and looked at Amanda, assuming that he should probably just say good night and get out of there.

Amanda watched him without saying anything for a moment, with the same amused smile on her face that he had seen downstairs. Finally she said...

"Would you like a drink David? A rum and coke? I'm going to have one while I change into another outfit. It's been a long day and I don't think this one is too fresh anymore."

"Sure! A rum and coke would be great..." David said. He was trying to act cool but in fact he felt flushed and feverish and as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Amanda was regarding him with dancing eyes. Instead of moving over to the bureau where there were glasses and liquor and some mixes, she stepped over directly in front of David then turned her back to him.

"Could you help me with this..." she purred, reaching back over her shoulder and pulling out the zipper tab at the back of her dress.

It took David a second to realize that what Amanda wanted was for him to unzip her.

"Unnn...sure..." he stammered, nervously pulling the zipper all the way down until it ended in the cleft of her ass.

Amanda reached behind her to hold her dress together. She turned once more to face David. With her hands behind her, her pendulous tits thrust even more aggressively through her now gaping halter top.

"Why don't you make us those drinks..." she purred, pulling her dress open from behind while turning away from him.

David thought she would grab a change of clothes and move to the bathroom but Amanda didn't. She moved over to the bureau where the drinks were, stepping out of her little dress along the way. Suddenly she was there in front of David in just her nylons, bra and panties. Amanda opened a lower drawer in the bureau and started rooting through it, presumably for another outfit.

David stepped over behind the barely clad blond, clumsily reached around her and started splashing rum & coke into two glasses that were on the bureau. But what he was really doing was looking over Amanda's shoulder into the mirror above the bureau. There he had an awesome view of her heavy breasts swinging hypnotically in her undersized bra as she rummaged through the drawer. He could feel himself getting even harder, if that were possible, at Amanda's seemingly unconscious display.

Without even being aware that he was doing it, David was shifting from foot to foot trying to find a position where his throbbing boner wasn't straining against his pants. Then he realized that Mrs. Banes had raised her head and was watching him in the mirror, pursing her lips at him in an amused grin.

"You seem to be having some difficulty there David. Am I making you nervous? I'm sure you've seen you mother around the house in just her undies before. ..." she purred, abandoning her hunt for the elusive change of clothes and turning to face the blushing young man. She put her hands behind her on the bureau and leaned backwards in a practiced move that made her conical tits thrust even more urgently from the miniscule cups of her bra.

David had to use every ounce of willpower at his command to look Mrs. Banes in the eye.

"Yes...I mean no...I mean, my mother doesn't look anything like...I mean you're so much younger, or not younger but...I don't mean you're old...you're not old of course and neither is my mother...it's just that your different...I mean my mother doesn't have...Oh God! I'm not very good at this. The truth is I haven't been with a lot of older women like... like this...or any women really. So I guess I'm a little nervous. I'm sorry if I'm not making a lot of sense."

Mrs. Banes watched the stammering youth with amusement.

"I'm glad I make you nervous darlin'. I like that. Now you know what Dr. Phil would say in a situation like this. He would tell you that you have to confront your fears. That in a moment of uncertainty a leap of faith is sometimes all that's needed to achieve your dreams..." As she spoke Amanda had straightened up and moved a step nearer to David. In her high heels she was just as tall as he was and her eyes were perfectly even with his. Her arms were at her sides, her shoulders back and her globular tits were lightly brushing his chest. She edged even nearer, slipped one foot between his and raised her knee so that her nylon clad thigh was pressing lightly into his groin. She moved her moist lips next to his ear and purred...

"So are you ready David? Ready to make that leap?..."

David was practically gasping with excitement in response to Amanda's provocative teasing.

"Oh God Amanda! Yes!...I'm so ready..." he groaned. His eyes turned hungrily to her gently heaving breasts as his hands came up and he spread his palms against the sides of those enticing globes.

Amanda's hands however came up as well. Her eyes were suddenly flashing into David's as she grabbed each of his hands in a steely clasp and yanked them away from her tits.