Tom And Sue And John And Debbie Ch 08

Dear Readers,

If you haven't already read Chapters 1-7 of this series, I suggest you do so. Otherwise, you're going to miss out on a lot of detail. The series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie' is about sex, sports, and romance as the fictitious characters take the readers on a roller coaster ride with each chapter building on the previous chapter. The story plot centers on the adventures of two high school girls who are best friends, but come from different social and economic families. One is a star basketball player from the poor side of town while the other is the head cheerleader and comes from an upper class social family. The girls fall in love with two star college athletes and the roller coaster ride begins. I hope you enjoy the series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie.'

DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in the series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie' are fictitious, as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental, and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead, with the scenes or events described within the series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie.'

Reverse Cowgirl

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Tom pulled into the athletic dorm complex and parked his truck next to Debbie's car—we'd left it there the previous night when we went to the motel to execute the 'perfect plan.'

Tom, Debbie, and I walked toward the dining hall when Angie yelled, "Wait up y'all, I need to talk with Tom."

Angie approached us, "Tom, something is coming down this afternoon—Baylock has scheduled a news conference for 2:30. Lewis and Pete are looking for you. They're over in the lounge."

Tom said, "Sue, you and Debbie go ahead and go eat. I'll go find out what's coming down."

Both Debbie and I said, "We're coming with you," at the same time.

Angie butted in, "No Sweetie, you and Debbie come with me. He needs to go alone to see Lewis and Pete."

Tom said, "Doesn't sound like anything good for John. I'll bet Baylock and those other assholes have suspended him!"

Tom left to go find Pete and Lewis while Angie, Debbie, and I walked toward the dining hall. Jamie saw us, "Hey roommate, where were you last night? Guess you rode ol' Tom cowgirl all night, huh?"

I answered, "Not last night roommate—he just fucked my brains out—a one and done!

"You sure ripped those nets last night!"

Angie laughed, "What the hell happened? You are supposed to be in control."

Debbie sighed, "Not last night. Things got out of control—I had an idea for Tom to turn both of us on and then eat our pussies, but it backfired on me and Sue."

Angie said, "What the hell? What'd y'all cook up?"

I sighed, "Well about two weeks ago. Tom shaved my pussy..."

Before I could finish Jamie laughed, "Roommate, you're shaved? Hell, join the crowd—the whole State team is shaved!"

Debbie and I both sighed as we told the story of how we decided to be turned on by Tom one at a time before he ate our pussies after he shaved our stubble. Our perfect plan backfired on us when Tom got too turned on and damn near fucked Debbie.

Angie said, "Sweetie, I agree with Tom boy—you put him in a bad situation with your 'hot tamale' girlfriend. Just between us, the three best tit shakers in New Orleans were you, me, and ol' Hot Tamale here—don't you agree Jamie?"

Jamie replied, "No doubt!"

Angie looked me in the face, "Sweetie, if you want to start sharing Tom boy, put me on the top of the list! The four-and-a-half months he fucked me when we were freshman were off the charts, honey. Don't want to insult 'Hot Tamale,' here, but I liked fucking Tom better than John, even though John is bigger—maybe it's because I liked Tom more and ol' Tom boy knew how to work that tongue!"

Debbie giggled, "Shit, me and Sally know that!"

I once again sighed, "Trust me, it won't happen again—Tom ain't for rent!"

Debbie laughed, "Aww shucks—not even if I sit on the countertop with my sweatshirt on?"

I sternly replied, "NO Sis—NOT AGAIN!"

Tom showed up in the dining hall about the time we finished eating.

Angie asked, "What's up?"

Tom replied, "The NCAA hasn't closed the case yet. They still have a few questions regarding the apartment and seems like someone just keeps pouring gasoline on a smoking fire.

"Coach told me he was '99 percent sure Baylock had decided to suspend John because of academic reasons.'"

Jamie said, "Bullshit! His grades are good."

Tom just sighed, "He won't be able to make the school year-end hourly requirement for the NCAA during the school year. We have to pass 24 semester hours by going to school this semester. John won't make the 24-hour requirement."

Angie blew up, "What the fuck about summer school?"

Tom said, "I asked Lewis that same question, 'Summer school won't count toward the hourly requirement—only the GPA requirement.' It looks like John is going to get fucked over!"

I asked, "What about you babe? Are you in the clear with the NCAA now?"

Tom said, "I'm not sure. The big dogs haven't closed the case, so I don't know."

Angie grinned, "Sweetie told me you almost got your dick in 'Hot Tamale' here last night after you gave her some of your famous Saint Bernard licks—boy do I remember those licks! You damn sure never gave my pussy a second chance to get away!"

Debbie just grinned. I knew what she was thinking!

Tom replied, "Angie, it should have never happened—I don't want to talk about it anymore, OK?"

Jamie, sensing Tom was distressed, said, "Hey little brother—if you need to talk to me, you know my number."

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State President Lewis Baylock called the news conference to order. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, and friends of State, I have requested this news conference in order to cover important issues regarding State athletics and our student athletes.

"The first issue to be covered is the status of John Williams.

"Mr. Williams failed to meet classes for the beginning of the spring semester and therefore has been dropped from the class rolls. Mr. Williams is no longer a student athlete at State."

The room was dead silent—you could have heard a pin drop. Debbie and I had tears in our eyes. Tom's eyes were red with anger. Angie and Jamie told him, "Calm down—there is nothing you can do except hurt yourself."

President Baylock continued, "The administration voted unanimously to suspend Mr. Williams from NCAA competition because he will be unable to comply with NCAA rules regarding school year academic requirements for academic hours during the school year. The NCAA requires 24 semester hours to be passed by a student athlete. Mr. Williams at the end of the current school year will not have met that minimum requirement."

A reporter interrupted President Baylock, "Mr. President, it seems to me this is a harsh decision because of the circumstances surrounding Mr. Williams absence from classes. Shouldn't the NCAA take into consideration the reason why Mr. Williams has failed to meet this requirement?"

President Baylock said, "Sir, this institution does not make the rules for the NCAA, but State will comply with all NCAA rules and any athlete, coach, or other official violating those rules will be suspended. Mr. Williams will be required to pass a physical examination upon his release from the hospital before he is considered for reinstatement."

The reporter questioned, "If reinstated, John Williams will not be eligible for three semesters under NCAA rules. During this period of being ineligible, will John Williams remain on scholarship?"

President Baylock replied, "That issue has not yet been determined."

Tom yelled out, "Why not? He gave his heart and soul to this fucking place!"

Angie, Jamie, and I were trying to control Tom as his anger with President Baylock was evident. Debbie lost control and was now crying.

President Baylor ignored Tom's comment and continued, "My second issue to be covered is the apartment where John Williams was found and possible NCAA infractions relating to the apartment and gifts received by a future student athlete.

"Our internal investigation has been completed and there is no evidence of any violation of NCAA rules relating to the apartment or gifts received by a young lady who will soon become a State student athlete. Airfare tickets, hotel rooms, a dress suit, and shoes were all legally purchased by her family and friends. The formal the young lady wore at State's homecoming was borrowed from a personal friend. Her Sugar Bowl ticket was given through the NCAA's allotment for players and friends. The young lady has not violated any NCAA rules and the player in question has not violated any rules relating to these gifts or the apartment."

Everyone was stunned—I was being investigated by the NCAA for receiving inappropriate gifts after I committed to State! My mind quickly wandered back to Baytown and the elderly gentlemen and the Baytown University supporters. I questioned, 'Why would someone want to involve me in a possible NCAA violation?'

I was thinking how glad I was I never wore the formal and shoes Tom got me for Christmas, and apparently the NCAA and State never tied my necklace to any gifts. I breathed a sigh of relief as the news conference continued.

Baylock continued, "The allegations raised in a previous news conference have been proven to be false and misleading, however the NCAA investigation remains open."

President Baylock asked, "Are there any further questions?"

A representative from the NCAA compliance division stood up, "Mr. President, I understand there are numerous witnesses to Tom Sanders not being with John Williams the night in question, but all the witness have stated, 'they returned to the dorm around 1 AM.' John Williams was not found until 4:12 when the 911 call was placed from the apartment phone. My question is, 'Did the internal investigation by State determine where was Tom Sanders from approximately 12:45 till the 911 call was made at 4:12?'"

President Baylock, "Sir, we have no knowledge of the where Mr. Sanders was after 12:45 AM."

The NCAA compliance officer continued, "It seems there is a three-hour and twenty-seven minute time lapse that is essential to the investigation to determine if Tom Sanders was involved with the apartment where John Williams was found."

Jamie's plan to cover Tom seemed to have missed one important issue—did Tom go back to his dorm room at 12:45, or did he call 911 at 4:12? The NCAA was probing.

A voice from the audience said, "I know exactly where Tom Sanders was from about 1:15 AM till 7:15 AM—he was sleeping in his bed."

The Compliance officer asked, "Sir, could please you identify yourself."

The voice said, "No problem, I'm Mickey Lucas—Tom Sanders roommate," as Mickey approached the podium.

Mickey began, "Ladies and gentlemen what happened with John Williams is a sad situation. I have no idea what went down with John Williams. John Williams is not a close personal friend of mine. John is a wrestler and I am a football player—whole different 'ball game' folks! There are too many people trying their dead level best to somehow tie Tom Sanders into some type of NCAA violation. It isn't so. I arrived back at our dorm around 1:15 AM after I took my fiancée, Jenny Powllers, back to the Tri-Delta sorority house. Tom Sanders was asleep in his bed when I arrived. It was the next morning when Tom and I learned John had been taken to the hospital."

Mickey continued, "Mr. Compliance officer do you have anything else you'd like me to answer?"

No one was going to challenge Mickey Lucas. He had too much respect in the State community. I breathed a sigh of relief.

The NCAA Compliance officer said, "No Mr. Lucas, our last step will be to talk with Mr. Williams once he is medically cleared."

Athletic Director Lewis went to the podium, "It's a sad day in State's athletic family regarding the administration's decision to suspend John Williams for an injury the young man had no control over. Concussions and loss of memory are valid medical issues.

"I personally have contacted former State two-time All-American, NCAA National Champion and Olympic Silver medal winner, Tim Jefferson on John's behalf, and it does appear John will be invited to the Olympic trials once he has been released from the hospital and has passed a physical examination. After the Olympic trials and this year's Olympics, John Williams will become part of Western State's NAIA athletic program and will be immediately eligible once he enrolls as a student athlete at Western State. There is no question in my mind whatsoever that John Williams will be representing the USA in this year's Olympics and will become an All-American and NAIA National Champion at Western State under the leadership of Tim Jefferson."

The crowd all stood and the conference room rang loud and clear with the thundering cheering and applause for John Williams—a forgotten athlete by the State administration.

I hugged Debbie as her tears of sadness became tears of joy.

The news conference ended and Coach Pete came up to Tom, "Relax bud, it's all over. I went over to the Center this morning after I heard the big dogs were coming to the news conference and met with John. He'll be covering everyone's ass when the NCAA talks with him."

I was puzzled, "Coach Pete, I thought it's supposed to be almost another month before we can see John."

Pete smiled, "Hey sweetie, I'm a coach—I can get things done!"

I questioned, "Why is the NCAA investigating me?"

Coach Pete just smiled, "Sweetie, you committed to State before anyone really knew who you were. Like you came out of nowhere. Now that you're rated one of the top three recruits in the state, some schools or their supporters just won't take NO for an answer.

"Jones feels University supporters are behind the plot to get both you and Tom declared ineligible. Don't worry about it—nothing is going to happen because of their allegations."

I was still concerned. 'Why' would someone go out of their way to try and destroy me and Tom's life?

The news conference ended and Debbie and I got ready for our trip back home.

Debbie looked Tom in the eyes, "Last night if it had happened I'd probably be embarrassed, but I'd have no regrets. It isn't going to happen—you belong to Sue, and you won't be put in that position again."

Tom said, "I don't want to be—ever again!" and he took me in his arms and kissed me good-bye.

I whispered in Tom's ear as we said good-bye, "I love you babe—it was all my fault. I'll never share you again," as my eyes filled with tears.

I was definitely going to have a serious 'sister to sister' talk on the way home with Debbie!

Debbie asked me to drive as she was still upset over the news conference and the harsh way the administration treated John. In her own way, Debbie loved John as much as I loved Tom.

As we drove along Debbie and I talked about school, our senior prom, high school graduation, John's situation, and finally Debbie quit side-stepping the issue and brought up our 'perfect plan.'

"Sis, I'm sorry I ever dreamed up this wild sexy idea—I was only thinking of how great it would be if Tom really turned us both on before he ate our pussies. I just remember how Sally went 'ape shit' over Tom eating her pussy and how Tom ate her out better than Steve. Believe me, Tom is way better than Steve at eating pussy and Steve is damn good at it too! I never thought about what would happen if things got out of control like they did."

I answered, "Sis, I got caught up in the excitement of what a wonderful feeling it'd be too—getting turned on before we got eaten out—not like at Sally's when we got shaved and Tom and Steve just dove in while you, Sally, and me sat on the countertop. Don't get me wrong, it was GREAT at Sally's, but when you suggested Tom turning us on before he ate our pussies, all I could think about was Tom's lips, fingers, and tongue before he ate us out. It sent chills up my back! I was all for the idea so don't blame yourself—I'm at fault for agreeing to it."

Debbie went on, "Remember when I told you if the right guy came along 'I'd like a third cock?'"

I replied, "Yes, and I had a very good idea who you were talking about, too."

"Well last night I came within an eyelash of having the third cock I was lusting for—you saved all of us from another bad situation when you lunged at Tom and grabbed his cock as he started to penetrate my pussy."

I replied, "I know. Tom was so worked up, it was beyond belief and he just fucked the hell out of me."

Debbie answered, "Like John did me that morning in the apartment after he saw your boobs and pussy."

I said, "Sis, we can't let this happen ever again. OK?"

Debbie replied, "Deal!"

I pulled into my driveway and got my things telling Debbie, "I'll give you a call later and we'll talk. OK?"

Debbie said, "You bet—I'm sure everyone is going to want to know about the news conference. We'll have a rough day tomorrow at school!"

I walked inside and Mom said, "Sue, Tom has already called here for you. I talked with him briefly—right now he needs you!"

I looked puzzled, "Mom, what's happened since I left State?"

Mom answered, "I can't put my finger on it, but in his voice I felt a sense of sadness—like he was on a guilt trip. Something seems to be troubling him."

Mom continued, "Tom told me, 'Mrs. Lilly this is the first time since I met John in the second grade that we've ever been separated!' Honey, now is the time for you to step up and take care of him—just like I did your Dad years ago."

I went immediately to the phone and called Tom. The answering machine picked up, 'Hello, it's Mick and Tom's place. Leave a message and we'll get back with you.' I left a message for Tom to give me a call.

Tom finally returned my call four hours later, "Hey got your message. Guess you and Debbie made it home okay?"

I replied, "Yes. Where have you been? Mom said, 'You seemed upset and troubled.' I've been worried about you!"

Tom replied, "After you and Debbie left, I went out back and filled my truck up with scraps from the dining hall and went to skid row.

I gave the street people the scraps and went inside Pablo's bar and just sat at the bar where we found John."

I replied, "Tom stay out of that place! Don't go back. I don't want anything bad to happen to you!"

Tom said, "Remember when John said, 'Everything was going great between the four of us until I fucked everything up—every fucking thing?'"

I answered, "Yes, it was just before we coaxed him out of that bar with the 'magic land' story."

Tom replied, "Well, that's how I feel right now—last night I almost fucked everything up for us. All our plans and dreams over a lust that came out of nowhere. I feel like shit right now!"

I shouted at him over the phone, "Don't feel like that! It was my fault for every agreeing to this fucking plan to begin with. I never thought of what could happen if things got out of control!"

Tom sighed, "I lost it and I promised you in New Orleans I'd never cheat on you, and last night it damn near happened and with your best friend! I'm a fucking jerk—I don't deserve you!"

I started crying, "Don't feel that way! Nothing happened—nothing has changed between us! We'll put this behind us just like you said!"

Tom said, "I need to go. I'll call you tomorrow night. Do me a favor?"

I was still crying, "Yes. Whatever you want!"

Tom said, "Rip those nets Tuesday night for me!"

We hung up as I said, "I love you." Tom didn't say a word. I knew Tom would not be calling me the next night.

I was too emotional after talking with Tom. I just went to bed, my head spinning as I remembered everything we'd done since I met him on May 20th. Tom was clearly not himself. I didn't want our relationship to suffer or possibly end because of this 'perfect plan' fiasco that Debbie and I dreamed up!