Texas

English class didn't turn out too bad.

Fortunately, my workload of classes and football kept me from dwelling on Trish too much. I'd never let on how much she'd hurt me. I guess sometime during my senior year I'd fallen in love with her. At first, it had just been fun times, and the sex had been amazing! I never really knew how much I cared for her until after she was gone.

Mom had taken the hurt away, and now I had a dilemma going on in my head. I'd somehow fallen in love with both of them! Trish had hurt me. I wanted to get even with her for what she'd done by ignoring her. That lasted for almost a month.

***

Trish ignored me in class to stay professional. Still, whenever I got a graded paper, it included a little note on the back of one of the pages in red.

"Jason, I'm so sorry! Let me explain what happened." With the address of her apartment.

I sort of wanted to hear what lame excuse she had, but the sting stayed with me, and I kept putting her on hold. Football season was in full swing, and we had a game every Saturday. That was aggravating, too, because I only got to play the last few minutes of a game. And only if we were ahead by two touchdowns. Being a freshman, I knew I'd get my chance someday, but it sucked sitting on the bench when I knew I could play better than the current starter.

Between homework, practice, weight lifting, and sleep, my days were already pretty full. I sure didn't need the stress of seeing Trish! It all sounds good, but the truth was part of my mind was always drifting back to her at times. I would remember one or another time when we had made love. Trish had never been boring during sex! I wrote it off to not having been on a date. That was something I planned on fixing as soon as I could because a guy can only go so long without sex. It was making me edgy, and I needed to take the edge off so I could concentrate on school and football.

***

I guess that's what finally did me in. On the next Friday, when I got my assignments handed back, there was another note.

"Please, Please come and talk to me!"

I decided I would, but it would have to wait until Saturday after the game. Even so, I thought about how I was going to rip her up one side and down the other after she gave me her excuses! I wasn't about to let her get away with it, no matter what she said.

***

I was feeling better after the game. I got to play the last five minutes and threw the first touchdown pass of my college career! It wasn't that spectacular, just a quick shot to the corner of the endzone from the 20-yard line. Even so, it was thrilling, and the roar of the crowd was heaven!

I was in a pretty good mood and headed out to find Trish's place after supper. It wasn't that hard to find and looked like a friendly enough apartment complex as I pulled into a parking spot in front of her building. I went up the stairs looking for #340.

Trish opened the door after my second knock and looked surprised to see me.

"Come on in," She told me, "I'd just about given up on you," She said with a sad look in her blue eyes.

"I've been busy with football and stuff."

"Too busy for me?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and went inside as she shut the door behind me. I headed for the sofa and sat down.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" I asked.

"You want a beer first?"

"Sure, but I can't stay long."

Trish came back with two beers and handed me one, "It's all I have."

It was some brand I'd never heard of, but beer is beer, and I took a sip as she sat down across from me.

"You look good!" She said, "I saw you throw that TD today."

"Thanks, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

I watched the smile run away from her face.

"I suppose I deserve that," She replied, looking sad, "I just wanted to tell you what happened, and why I left."

"I'm listening."

Trish took a big drink of beer and then sighed, "Okay, this is what happened." And she began to tell me her story.

"I was dating this guy in College named Bruce. We dated for my whole senior year, and after I graduated, the only job I could find was at your High School. So, I left California and came out here because I needed the job and experience."

I interrupted her, "I know all that Trish, get to the point."

She looked guilty, "What I didn't tell you when we met was that I was engaged to him."

I was a little surprised, but it didn't seem like that big of a deal, "You never wore a diamond."

"I sort of left it at home while I was in Texas."

"Why?"

"I guess I was having second doubts about marrying him."

"Go on," I told her.

"When you and I got together, I did it because I was lonely and needed someone."

"You used me for sex?" I asked.

"Come on, Jason," She replied, "It's not like I forced you into it!"

She had a point, and I smiled, "No, you didn't have to force me at all."

Trish took a drink and then went on. "So, anyway, as the year went on. Each time I went back home to see Bruce, I kept thinking about you. I was already thinking about calling the wedding off, but my parents and everybody loved Bruce. They had the whole wedding planned without me. My dad is the pastor of the church, and he was so proud I was going to marry Bruce that I just couldn't tell them I was having doubts."

I had to admit the story was getting interesting. I was losing my anger towards Trish and wanted more.

"Go on," I said, "So, how is it you just disappeared?"

"Mom & Dad showed up the night before I left with a U-Haul truck and some guys to load all my stuff. It was like I didn't have any say in it. They just showed up as a surprise, loaded the truck, and I was dumb enough to let them."

"So, you left for California with them?"

"Yeah, I didn't even have time to say goodbye to you. I felt bad, but I figured I'd never see you again anyway. I just let Mom & Dad run my life like they always did."

I finished my beer, "Did you get married?"

"No, that's the best part of this story."

"How so?"

"I'm free at last from them."

"If you have another beer, I'd like to hear it," I asked.

"Sure, I wish I had something stronger," She replied.

Trish brought us another couple of the shitty tasting beers, but it was cold.

"So, what happened?"

Trish drank deeply then started up again, "So, to make this short, here's what happened. Dad and Bruce moved up the wedding date, and he'd even picked out my fucking dress for me!"

"No, shit?"

"Yes, and it got worse. I felt like I was on some kind of train and couldn't get off!"

I was starting to think that nobody could make up a story like this one.

"What happened?"

"I almost got married to that idiot Bruce. I went to the wedding and went through the whole thing until Dad asked me to say, "I do." I just couldn't take it anymore and said, "I don't!" and I ran out of the church in that dress that I didn't even want!"

"No, shit?"

"Oh, it gets better!" Trish replied, "I got home and took that dress off and threw it on the floor. By the time I changed clothes Mom & Dad came barging in the front door, all pissed off!"

"About what? Changing your mind?"

"They kept yelling about how I'd embarrassed them and all the family. Dad was yelling about how much money I'd cost him, and they better take the dress back. I ran upstairs and got it and threw it in his face and told him to shove it!"

"Really? I bet that went over good."

"Mom asked me why I ran out. And I told her because I didn't love him and wasn't going to marry him. You know what she said?"

"What?"

"You should have thought about that before you slept with him. Were you fucking some new boy in Texas?"

"She said that?" I asked.

"Yes, and Dad said, "Once a tramp always a tramp!"

"Jesus Trish, are they crazy?"

"I think so, and mom went on to say how they put up with me having so many boyfriends in High School, hoping it was just hormones, and I'd get over it."

My mother said, "I see you didn't get over it and keep spreading your legs for any man with a penis! Did you fuck half of Texas while you were up there? You better pack your bags, I won't have a slut living in my house!"

"Holy shit!" I told Trish, "Your mom said that to you?"

Trish shook her head, yes, and I could see her eyes were getting teary.

"When I packed my suitcase and came back downstairs, dad took it from me. I thought he was going to carry it to my car for me, but instead, he opened the front door and tossed it out in the yard!"

"I'm sorry, Trish, that's crazy!"

She looked at me, and tears were running down her pretty face, "You know the last thing he said to me?"

"What?"

"You're no daughter of mine, and you're just a dirty fucking cunt! Don't ever come back here again!"

Trish burst into sobs, and I felt for her. I couldn't believe anyone's parents could do that to their daughter, but then again, it was California, and those of us from Texas didn't think much of those nuts.

"I'm sorry, Trish."

She looked over at me and wiped her eyes, "Mom came to the door, and they stood there watching as I put my suitcase in my car. I asked them where I was supposed to go? Mom looked at me with this cold stare and said, "I don't care as long as you aren't here. Go sell your pussy on the street corner, you filthy slut!" Then they slammed the door!"

That brought another round of sobbing, and I felt so bad for Trish. Nobody could fake that emotion coming from her. I got up and went over to hug her. She cried into my chest, and I held her close and tried to comfort her.

If I'd been there, I would have punched both of her parents in the face!

I thought I'd been through a lot when Trish left me, but she'd been through hell. I regretted every bad thing I'd thought about her in the past and realized that I wasn't ever going to let her go again.

When Trish got her tears under control, I wiped them from her cheeks with my finger.

Trish whispered, "I had nowhere to go, so I looked up where you signed and came to find you. This whole thing made me realize how much I love you!"

"I love you too!" I told her.

She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, "Really, Jase? You could love a dirty slut like me?"

"You're no slut, Trish," I told her, "You were just searching for the right man to come along."

"Are you the right man for me?"

"I am."

"Thank God!" She sighed, "I'll never do you wrong again."

I wiped her puffy eyes of the last of her tears and then kissed her on the lips.

"Come on," I told her and grabbed her hand.

"Where we going?"

"To bed, I could use a good slut right now."

Trish's eyes flared up in anger until she realized by the smile on my lips I was teasing her.

"Jason, I'll be anything you want me to be."

"Just be you, a man couldn't ask for more!"

"Oh, God, I love you so much!" Trish told me and kissed me hard on the lips.

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

I knew it was going to be complicated because I loved mom as well. But this was a different kind of love than what mom and I had. At the moment, I didn't care; I just knew I had to make love to Trish. I'd worry about the rest of it later.

***

When I sat her down on her feet in the tiny bedroom, it was a race to see who could get naked the fastest. I won because I didn't wear a bra. Trish came in a close second, even with the extra clothing.

She came up to me, and I grabbed both of her boobs and enjoyed squeezing them as we kissed. The fact that she was stroking my hard cock at the same time helped.

"I'm so wet; I want you right now!" Trish complained when the kiss broke up.

"Not so fast, babe," I told her, "I want to do this right."

"Oh, and how is that Mr. Texas?"

"I prefer to eat some pussy before I fuck it."

"Mmmmm, I guess I'll let you this time..."

I knew she was teasing me, and the fact she got on the bed and spread her legs wide apart for me made me want her even more, especially since she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

"Come on, Cowboy, come lick my wet pussy!"

To me, that was like ringing the dinner bell, and I put my face between her thighs. I could smell her musky scent as I stuck my tongue between her lips.

"Oh, Yes!" She moaned, "Lick my hot clit!"

Trish had a beautiful little blonde bush and big soft pussy lips that liked to be sucked on and licked. Her wet twat tasted even better than I'd remembered. Trish was so hot that she started lifting her hips up and humping my face when she came.

I wiped my wet face-off as Trish rubbed her damp crotch, "You had your fun baby now give me what I need!"

I got between her thighs and pushed the tip of my cock in her warm wet vagina.

"OH MY GOD!" She moaned as I slid all the way up inside her, "Fuck me, baby!"

I pounded that hot wet pussy for several minutes before I came. God, it felt so good that I didn't even notice her fingernails scratching the hell out of my back. I just wanted to cum in her, to give her my seed more than any time I could remember wanting to do that to a woman before.

"Cum in me, Jason!" She groaned with both hands squeezing my ass, "Get me pregnant, I want to have your baby!"

That was it for me, and I exploded inside her. My cock felt like a pressure washer as a months' worth of semen blasted out.

"OH GOD YESSS!" Trish yelled when she felt me cumming, "OOohhhhhh AH, my God Yessssss!"

Trish humped me back as her vagina pulsed and milked every last drop of my cum out of my throbbing cock. When I was spent, I rolled over on my back. Then we just laid together side by side, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"What was that about getting you pregnant?" I asked her after she cuddled up to me.

"I'm on birth control, but I'd have your children if you let me."

"We'd have to get married first," I told her, "I don't want any bastards."

"Why don't you ask me?" Trish cooed and put her hand around my wet cock.

"I don't know, you're a lot older than me."

"You want me to rip this off?" Trish teased me and yanked on my dick, "I'm only five years older than you!"

"If you do that, It will ruin your fun."

"Mmmm, I guess you're right."

She let go and put her hand on my stomach.

"Jason, you know it's not fair?"

"What?"

"If a man takes a lot of women to bed, he's a stud. His buddies all slap him on the back and tell him what a man he is and love him for it. But If a woman sleeps with a few men, she's a slut. And all her friends hate her and call her a whore, with a dirty cunt!"

"Maybe they are just jealous?" I replied.

Trish rolled over and put a boob on my chest looking at me eye to eye, "You think I'm a slut because I've had several lovers?"

Now that was a loaded question, but I could tell I wasn't going to get out of it.

"I can't hold it against you," I told her, "I've done the same thing."

Trish smiled at me, "Variety is the spice of life."

"What's that mean?"

"Does every vagina feel the same to you?"

"No, not really," I said, getting a bit uncomfortable with the questions.

"Neither does a man's penis. They all feel different, and each man makes love a bit different as well," She whispered, "Some feel better than others. If you have real emotions for him, it makes the sex incredible."

"The bigger, the better?" I asked her.

Trish laughed, "No, I rather make love to a man who loves me with his whole heart no matter what size he is. That's sexier than a dipshit with a big dick!"

"Really?"

"Well, to be honest, if you find someone with both, it's an added bonus!"

"Now the truth comes out," I told her and teased her nipple.

Trish kissed me on the lips and then rubbed her palm over my chest, "Do you know how you can tell when you're in love with someone?"

"Tell me in case I got it wrong."

"It's when you ask yourself if you can live without them in your life," Trish replied, "If the answer is no, then you're in love."

"Jason, can you spend the rest of your life without me in it?"

My response was instant, and It just came out of my mouth without even thinking about it, "No."

She smiled the best smile I'd ever seen in my life. I could see the love in her eyes for me, and I felt it in her heartbeat as she pressed her chest against me while we kissed.

"I'm never going to let you go again," She told me and disappeared under the sheets to kiss and tease my dick. Coaxing it to get hard again for her. It didn't take long at all, and soon we were making love.

That was our first night back together, and we'd never be apart again.

***

Things went really well for the next month or so. I was getting good grades with Trish's help, and the football team was doing great. Trish and I spent as much time together as we could. The away games took me out of town and messed up my weekends, but we made up for it when I'd get back.

In November the last month of the season, there was only one home game left. Mom surprised me when I talked to her on the phone. She was going to drive up and see the game! I told her about Trish, and I got back together, and she was actually happy about it.

They'd met before, and Mom said we should all have dinner on Friday night when she got there. Trish was excited to see her as well. Of course, Trish didn't know about how close mom and I really were. I figured mom was smart enough to keep that secret just between us, so I wasn't worried about them getting together for dinner.

***

Dinner went well, and by the time I got back from the restroom, mom and Trish were laughing about something.

"What's so funny?" I asked when I sat back down.

"Nikki was telling me about some of your antics when you were a little boy," Trish laughed.

I asked mom, "What did you tell her?"

"Oh, just about the time when you were 5 and running around the back yard naked."

Trish laughed, "You were showing off even back then!"

"Did you have to tell her that?" I asked mom feeling my face getting a little red.

"That's only half of it," Mom smiled, "I won't tell you what else you did."

"Thank God for that!" I told them.

Even though it was early, I wanted to try and get a good night's sleep for the game. I dropped them off at Trish's apartment because they wanted to visit some more. Trish said she'd drive her to her hotel later. They'd already decided to go watch the game together. I had free tickets for them and hoped I would get to play. I went to the dorm and crashed out. I was glad that mom and Trish seemed to be getting along just fine.

***

I did get to play the last few minutes of the game! I managed a drive from the 20, and Tyler ran the ball in for a TD. It was garbage time, but the coach seemed to be happy with my performance. I was glad I got to play in front of mom and Trish. Even if the game had already been decided.

Mom bought us dinner at a favorite pizza place, and I kept having folks I didn't know come up to the table and congratulate me.

"My son is famous!" Mom said.

"I know, and this is just the beginning!" Trish added.

"It wasn't much competition," I told them.

"I bet next year you'll be the starter!"

"Thanks, mom, I hope so."

"What do you want to do now?" I asked them as we walked to the car.

"You should spend some time with your mom," Trish told me, "I have a ton of papers to grade anyway."

I dropped Trish off at her place, and she gave me a kiss on the lips in front of mom. Mom just smiled at me as we drove off.

"I really like her," She said, "You two make a great couple."

"We got off to a bad start, but things are excellent right now."

"I'm happy for you!" Mom replied, "Jim and I are getting along really well too."

"Hey, that's great," I told her and tried to hold down that old jealous monster trying to get out.

"Is it really great?" Mom asked me.

I let out a sigh, "I want you to be happy mom. I really do, but I get jealous at times."