Hi!
Thank you for reading my story. A couple of points to know:
I don't like writing wank porn. I want to write full-fleshed stories with plot, character, drama and tension. This is chapter 4 of what I hope will be a long ongoing story, but I will only write additional parts if people want to read them. Events in this chapter pick up the morning after the end of chapter 3.
Thank you for taking the time, and I would love to talk to anyone who reads my work and has advice. This is my fourth submission for literotica (my first three being chapter 1, 2 & 3 of this story), but it's not my first story, as I've written many over the years. Please be sure to vote and offer any feedback you can. I am always looking for a way to improve.
Note on edit: I have fixed spelling, grammar, and usage. Dialogue has been formatted to Literotica best practices. Plot remains exactly the same.
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Chapter 4
Scott woke up at 5 AM on Saturday morning, and was about to get up and go to work, when he realized it was Saturday, and he didn't have to go to work today. He tucked in under the covers, and went back to sleep for the next four hours. Rising at 9 AM, he showered, shaved, dressed, and headed out to meet Steve to play football.
Arriving at the spot next to Mojave Max Hall where he had met Steve the night before, Scott saw that 3 individuals were waiting for him. One of these 3 was Steve, the other two were a man and a woman whom Scott did not know.
"Hey Scott," Steve said. "This is my roommate Henry Archer and his girlfriend, Bridget Longfellow."
Scott shook hands with his two new friends, and soon learned that they were both College Freshmen, the same as Steve was. Henry was the best athlete of the four and Bridget was the worst, so, the game was two on two, with Henry and Bridget on one team and Steve and Scott on the other. The game was played on a small grass field next to Mojave Max Hall.
Scott thought that Bridget was above average looking, but she was possessed of a warm and friendly personality that made her appear lovelier than she was. Bridget had blonde hair and brown eyes, and she was about 5 foot even, with dimple cheeks and pleasant facial features. She had larger than average breasts and wide hips for her height, giving her a sort of squashed hourglass figure. Bridget had athletic and toned legs, and while she was awful at catching a football, Scott quickly found out that, for a girl, she could run pretty fast.
She was obviously proud of what a good athlete her boyfriend was, and in the course of conversation, it came out that Bridget and Henry had been High School sweethearts. This made sense to Scott, as they got along far too well for two people who had just met each other 3 weeks ago.
"Man," Steve said, after Bridget beat him for a catch. "Your girlfriend sure is graceful when she gets to full speed running. Those beautiful legs, and those bouncy tits, you're a lucky man."
"Hey, she's taken," Henry said. "Go get your own."
"Even a spoken for woman is always glad of a compliment," Bridget said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Can you believe," Scott said, as he lined up for the next play. "That those two get naked and make passionate love under the covers every night?"
"Not every night," Bridget said. "Only when it's sunny."
The boys laughed at the obvious gag about it never being sunny at night. Bridget turned on the gas at the snap of the ball, and Henry threw the ball deep for her, but the pass was very much overthrown and incomplete. As the game went on, Scott got to know Bridget and Henry. Steve knew Henry well, of course, but he knew Bridget only a little, even though he had seen her around pretty much every day. Scott and Steve really liked Bridget's perpetually sunny personality, one which always saw the bright side of everything.
After playing for about 30 minutes, a break was taken to get breakfast, and the four young people retired to the Limberger Lily dinning commons. It was over breakfast that Scott and Steve found out that there was one subject in Bridget's life that could kill her perpetually happy mood: her older brother Calvin.
"He can't possibly be that bad, can he?" Scott asked.
"He's worse," Bridget said. "He's a 25-year-old loser with no job and no education who plays video games all day in my parent's basement. He is the dictionary definition of useless."
"I think that's a little harsh," Henry said. "He's not evil, or in trouble with the law, or hooked on drugs, or a chronic drinker, or anything. He just has no direction in life."
"All he does all day is play video games, and fap to Japanese anime girls," Bridget said. "He's the most pathetic excuse for a human being I know."
"Do you have any siblings beside your older brother?" Scott asked.
"It's my mom and dad," Bridget said. "Then my brother, then my older sister, Violet, who is a 21-year-old junior at Minnesota State, and then me, I'm the baby of the family. If I complete my Freshman year of college, I'll have gotten farther than my loser brother did; he dropped out of community college after just 2 quarters."
"You've always been the one who has tried to help Calvin," Henry said. "Violet just ignores him and loathes him, but you've tried to get him to straighten up and fly right, he just won't do it."
Steve and Scott exchanged a look. In each man's mind they were asking the same question: this was a private, family affair, how much do they butt in?
"He won't do it," Bridget said. "He's a lazy slob who can't be bothered to get off his duff and do anything. You've played video games with him before, and you've seen how he keeps mom and dad's basement.
"My parents are so upset with him that they've just given up. All they want is for him to move out of the house, so that they don't have to experience the depression of having him around. Mom and Dad think Calvin is a reflection on their bad parenting."
Steve and Scott thought the same thing they thought every time they heard a story like Calvin's; there but for the grace of God, go I. They both knew that the mess Calvin had made of his life could have been them so easily.
"Has he ever had a girlfriend?" Scott asked.
Henry and Bridget looked at Scott like he was crazy, and then burst out laughing.
"What part of he spends all day fapping to Japanese anime didn't you understand?" Bridget asked, laughing hysterically. "I think it has been, what, seven or eight years since he's even spoken to a 3-D woman he was not blood relatives with? What girl would ever fall for my idiot brother?"
"Keep in mind," Steve hastened to add. "That you two have met Calvin. Scott and I have not, so we don't know how obvious the details are."
"Fair enough, but no, he's never had a girlfriend, never been out on a date, and the only woman he's ever kissed is my mom. He's a complete loser, and perish the thought of attaching another human life to his sinking ship. Why should anyone else be made to needlessly suffer?" Bridget asked.
"So, I guess that leaves only one real question," Scott said. "Do you want to leave things as they are, or do you want to try to help him?"
Steve made a signal that Scott had said the wrong thing. Bridget got mad for a second, and then, just laughed.
"You're adorable, Scott, but he's a lost cause, and utterly hopeless. We've tried everything to help him, and I mean everything," Bridget said.
"I see," Scott said. "Well, I guess the good news is that you won't have to deal with him for much longer."
"What we're worried about is that we're going to be dealing with this asshole for the rest of our lives," Bridget said. "He drags everyone else down. If we could convince him to move out, that would be something, but he's a hopelessly lazy person who has found a way to be hopelessly lazy at the expense of my parents. He's got no job and no income. He's not going anywhere."
