"Hey this ain't Burger King, woman! You don't get it your way. You get it my way, or you don't get the damn thing!" he shot back her with a smile.
"In that case, an omelet sounds wonderful," she told him.
A few minutes later, Kevin had prepared omelets for them both, still stark naked. They contained some ham and cheese, a diced tomato that was just about to go bad, and he had even thrown in some canned olives and mushrooms he found in the pantry. Simple but creative, it hit the spot.
"You know I can really get used to having a guy around that cooks nearly as well as he fucks," she said looking into his eyes after she finished.
"Nearly as well?" he asked in a deadpan voice. He was clearly joking. "Are you complaining about my cooking?
"Not at all. It was more of a compliment about your fucking actually," she explained.
"Well in that case, thanks," he told her.
"I saved enough stuff to make Crystal an omelette when she gets up," he said. "I'm sure she'll be hungry. I took her out to eat three times yesterday. That girl has the appetite of a field hand!" he said with a laugh.
"Usually, she eats like a bird. Were you guys doing anything that caused her to work up such an appetite?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, just a little of this, and a little of that," he offered in a very faked lame explanation.
"Oh, just of little of what I saw last night, right?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah, pretty much," he said.
"That would explain the appetite," she said, giggling.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kevin
With Charlotte and Crystal, he quickly settled into a routine, albeit a very unorthodox one. Sometimes, he stayed in Charlotte's room for the night. Sometimes he stayed in Crystal's room for the night. There never seemed to be any rhyme or reason to where, but one of the girls would let him know where he was going that night. They seemed to work it out between them beforehand.
One thing was certain. His old room didn't get used anymore, other than for his computer.
Another thing that was certain was that he was getting more pussy than a bicycle seat. And he wasn't complaining either.
Several weeks after he took Crystal to bed for the first time, he took Charlotte to another home football game to watch Crystal perform. It was the final home game of the season. Surprisingly, after Mark was benched as quarterback, the promising sophomore replacement led the team to a series of victories. It seemed the team had found the catalyst to win, and that was a new quarterback that could throw completions. Most of Mark's completions were to players on the opposing time.
At the urging of his father, who was a big-shot asshole in town, Mark had quit the football team in protest. It was a big story in town, but it didn't turn out the way they wanted. Most of the talk in town was that Mark quitting was simply a case of good riddance. The wave of protest that was supposed to lead to Mark's reinstatement simply never materialized.
By the time of the final game of the season, the team was miraculously on the verge of making the playoffs for the first time in years. So caught up in the excitement the town felt for the team, Kevin and Charlotte arrived at the game early, before the opening kickoff, instead of ducking in at the half to watch Crystal and then leave.
They entered the stadium with Charlotte hanging onto his arm. They made no secret of the fact that they were "an item." But Kevin laughed inwardly at what the town would think if they knew the whole story.
In the first half of the game, the home team did well against their opponents. The opposing team was a historical powerhouse team in the district, and as such were the odds-on favorites to win. However, the Mark's replacement came off the bench and led a blistering passing attack that racked up nearly 200 yards of passing offense in the second quarter alone. The sophomore threw for two touchdowns and ran for another one to bring the team back to just a three point deficit at the half. As the half wound down, the opposing side of the stadium was in hushed silence.
It was clear that if the home team kept up the momentum, the second half was going to be explosive.
Mark and Charlotte watched as Crystal performed with the drill team for the halftime show. Mark admired her lithe body doing the dance routine, which he considered to be pretty provocative for a school in a town full of bible-thumping Baptists. She definitely had the body to pull off the dance moves. He felt himself stirring with excitement watching her.
"Down Boy!" he thought to himself as his cock stirred in his pants.
"I'm going to run down to the concession stand for something to eat," he told Charlotte after Crystal marched off the field. "You want anything?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks," she said, smiling up at him. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. To hell with what anyone thought. She beamed.
As he approached the concession stand, he came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and ran straight into someone.
Looking at the person he ran into, he realized it was Mark.
"Excuse me," Kevin said.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, asshole!" Mark snarled.
Kevin noticed a group of guys behind Mark. There were five of them, all sneering in delight as Mark dressed Kevin down in public. That probably explained Mark's courage as risking another beating.
"I said it ‘excuse me' Mark. It was an accident," Kevin said in a level voice.
"Well, you need to watch where you're going," Mark said menacingly as his posse began to crowd around him.
"Mark, I said ‘excuse me," Kevin said in calm voice. "For what it's worth, I'll even say I'm sorry."
"But I hope you aren't waiting on me to kiss your ass," he added.
"Why I oughtta!" Mark started to bluster.
"Oughtta what, Mark?" Kevin said in a low voice. "Get your ass kicked again?
Mark looked as if steam would begin shooting out of his ears any second. His face turned a livid red, fuming at having been humiliated in front of his posse.
"Come on, Mark! There's six of us. Let's kick his ass!" One of his posse members said in Mark's ear.
Mark appeared to calm down somewhat, then took back control of his posse.
"No, not here. Too many cops," he told his posse. "We're gonna kick his ass, but I don't want to get interrupted."
Then turning back to Kevin he fixed him in his gaze and got right in his face.
"Later!" he said.
"Sounds good! See you then!" Kevin said cheerily. Then he brushed past Mark and went to the concession stand.
After getting some food and a drink from the concession stand, he returned to where Charlotte was in the stands. He took his seat next to her, and began shoving a hot dog in his mouth. She took his drink and began sipping some of his drink.
"I thought you didn't want anything," he said, laughing.
"I lied," she said.
"I ran into Mark down by the concession stand," he told her.
"How was that?" she asked.
"Not very pleasant. It started when I ran into him. Literally," he told her with a chuckle.
"Did he act like an ass about it?" she asked him quietly.
"That would be putting it charitably. He had five other guys with him. They debated about whether to kick my ass now, and wait until later," he told her.
"I guess they decided to do it later?" she asked, laughing.
"Yeah," he answered.
"If I had to guess, those pricks are going to get drunk or high after the game and work up the nerve to come over and try. We better stay on our toes tonight," he reasoned.
"Shit!" Charlotte said in disgust. "That's just fucking great."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, until the game recommenced. In the second half, the home team, under Mark's replacement came out on fire. On the first play from scrimmage after taking the kickoff, the sophomore connected down the right sideline with a wide receiver who sprinted with the ball into the end zone for a touchdown. The 83-yard pass completion was just the first play of a brilliant second half that gave the team an unexpected victory by a four touchdown margin.
The stands erupted in jubilant celebration at the end of the game. The team hadn't been to the playoffs in years, and the whole town was beyond excitement at the prospect.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Crystal
Kevin and her mom came and got her after the game. The grave expressions on their faces betrayed the fact that they were worried about something.
"Is something wrong?" she asked her mom.
"Kevin had a run-in with Mark during the game," her mom told her. "We're afraid they might try something tonight."
"So it would be best if we get out of here, and you need to come home with us tonight," Kevin said.
"Honey, going out with your friends might not be a good idea. Not tonight," her Mom said.
"Well shit!" Crystal said. "I'm getting real tired of that asshole!"
"We all are," Kevin said.
They left the stands and made their way to her mom's car. She noticed that Kevin kept scanning the area vigilantly as he walked. They arrived at the car without incident and climbed in.
"You really think Mark is going to try anything after the way you kicked his ass the last time?" Crystal asked Kevin.