Starting from Scratch Ep. 083: SCORE BORED

"Hey Odessa." Mace pepped up, Rotten wagging his stubby tail at someone new to pet him.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were here." She approached with a flirtatious swagger then eased in to hug him, a kiss finding his lips with very little effort. Dakota dropped her jaw, Mace had just kissed both she and Robin Banks, now this girl too? What was going on here? Was Mace that big of a stud? Concluding it true after recalling Cheerleading practice and knowing Mace had been with at least Tina Wiles, possibly others she gave up on the thought that he might actually like her. It didn't matter there were more fish in Mrs. Paul's box. Besides Angus was her true target, one she was positive she could land.

"Yep! Just walking my Aunt's dog. This is Rotten." He looked down at the massive pup. Odessa kneeling to make over Rotten was met with wet kisses that made the girl laugh. "Fake fur bra...nice." He peered down at her caramel cleavage accenting the garment. Sparkling eyes meeting his she giggled with a playful growl.

"I didn't need the fur panties, I forgot to shave." She had white hot pants on that crept up into both her ass and her coochie. "Stop searching for my pubes." She laughed. "Hi." She opted to wave at Dakota. "I remember you. Volleyball!"

"That's right!" Mace recalled, "You did say you knew Dakota. This is Odessa Bradley she works at Crown Print's T-shirt Shop where Aunt Piper bought the t-shirts from."

"Hi." Dakota smiled trying to keep her composure friendly. A hint of jealousy was rearing up but she realized it was pointless.

"That question you asked me at the Shop?" Odessa winked, "I can score some. Drop by Hayseed's Head Shop out front of where I work and ask for Ernie. He knows you might be coming. Ophelia used to date him."

"Your sister...the cheerleader." Mace peered across the field to seek out the only black girl on the squad.

"She's the one with well...dark skin." Odessa laughed.

"Who's the Hispanic lady?" Seeing the Badgerl Coach as hot as she was pacing about eyeballing the Swallow Cheerleaders with a hint of anxiety. It also reminded him he needed to text Francesca the Cable girl more before he lost her. Franky was too hot to not see again. Still, the woman across the way was dynamite compared to even Franky.

"Girls Coach. Maya Trinidad. Bitch is crazy."

"Meaning what?"

"Have to say...she's more a slut than any girl at Marquette. Fucks half the guys in school."

"Nice! I mean...wow! Sounds like my Aunt."

"And, my Mom." Dakota sighed. She shouldn't have said that. She only knew of Roman Crandell but suspected more. Nobody was really spreading the rumors her way yet. In time!

"I remember your Mom too. She used to come to your Volleyball games. Why did you quit?"

"Just got bored. Never scored so I gave up."

"Shame. You were good."

"Thanks. The school gave up Volleyball in their budget cuts anyway. You still play?"

"I graduated last year so not really. Pretty much just work and hang out."

"With me I hope." Mace moved back in to kiss her. Fanning herself she had to break away or fuck him in the grass, even her eyes were expressing desire. Peering at Dakota she grit her teeth hoping they weren't dating. Unlike many girls Odessa had somewhat of a conscience.

"Not with me." Dakota chuckled, "Not my type." Mace in turn looked at her with a queer expression. "I'm seeing Angus Furlong."

"Poor thing." Odessa winced with a hesitant frown. "That boy gets around...not just on the football field."

"I like him."

"Good luck with that. Hey! Come meet my sister Ophelia."

"Didn't you have another sister too?" Mace walked with Odessa hand in hand, Dakota feeling all alone yet again. Finally, she just followed at a distance, wondering about Angus. Was she being stupid? She knew he had a bad reputation but the question was...how much was fact from fiction? For that matter, did it matter? She knew in her heart that she would play other boys too.

"Yep, Odette! She couldn't make it to the game. Another time...cause you and I are going to hang more often."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm clingy like that."

He was fine with that option. So was Rotten.

"Cold nose!" She felt the dog's olfactory offense.

"Quit sniffing."

"I don't want to." Odessa wiggled her brows.

Dakota trailing behind them merely rolled her eyes.

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With a crowd of guys forming behind the bleachers having discovered Josie and Patrice getting reamed and unable to keep their emotions in check, Damon Rice nutted and realized they were the center of attention. Panic striking he pulls out of Patrice and hisses, "Audience!" Patrice abandoned ship swiftly and pulled her shirt down.

Motioning Josie McKellen up went right over the English Teacher's head. Joel Pence ready to fire his own launch code she resisted ruining his defining moment. She had cum twice since he began, she owed it to him. Damon dragging Patrice out after gathering her clothes and hiding them under his shirt left Josie and Joel alone and moaning.

Lifting her gaze to witness her voyeurs she counted nine hungry young men, not one that she knew. They were obviously Marquette wanderers. Taking video she lowered her face not out of shame but because she needed to protect her job. If these boys used any video to blackmail her she was toast. It was bound to happen. Just as Joel unloaded inside Josie she yelped and again looked up at her onlookers. They were gone. Only Reese Teller stood there with his arms folded. "My hero."

Guardian Angel?

Not even close.

Time for Kick Off!