This is the continuing story of a university hockey scout who may have just bitten off more than he can fuck when he gets involved with the player's mother and daughter. This is chapter three.
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For about ten minutes after the two ladies left, Dylan O'Neill just sat there, waiting for the inevitable wake up from this incredibly vivid dream.
None came.
"Wow!" He finally said to himself. "I think I just fucked Richie Belton's sister and mother! I'll bet Jerry McGuire never did that!"
It was 4:00, time for Dylan to get himself showered and cleaned up, plus some dinner before 7:30. Would he really show up? Would there be a repeat performance? His head spun.
He quickly dressed and slipped out of the arena meeting room, which smelled of sex. He would love to see the face on the next person that walked in there.
He was in such a sexual fog, that he almost forgot to call his boss, the Athletic Director at his university to say that things were going well. The AD urged Dylan to get Richie to verbally commit to the university.
"I'm laying the groundwork as we speak," was Dylan's reply. Did I really just say that? I'm laying something, but it's not the groundwork for any commitment!
The clock moved slowly towards 7:15 p.m., which was when he calculated that it would be a good time to head over to the Belton household. He splashed on a bit of cologne and hopped into the rental car, nervous and hard as a rock in anticipation.
He noticed that the family SUV was gone, which probably meant that – just as Holly Belton had said – the husband and boys were gone for the evening. His cock got stiffer, if that was possible, to the point of being painfully uncomfortable in his jeans.
Dylan parked a few houses down and walked back, hoping the walk would ease his hard-on. It did a bit, and he was a little more composed when he reached the front door. He made a breath check, and rung the bell like some horny teenager, he thought wryly.
The door opened, and Dylan's jaw almost hit the floor. The blonde standing there was statuesque, with full, beestung lips, sparkling blue eyes and a cute little nose. She stood about 5'9'', with longer legs than he had ever seen, encased in a pair of leather pants. Her burgundy blouse was open just enough to catch a glimpse of some incredible cleavage, but left a lot to the imagination. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever stood this close to.
"Hi there," the goddess said. "My name is Shanna, Shanna Belton. You must be Dylan O'Neill, the scout." She held out a manicured hand, and Dylan clumsily held it and shook it.
"Yes, ah, um, I am Dylan," he stammered, flustered by her.
"Come on in, I'm Richie's oldest sister. My mother went to grab a bottle of wine, and Veronica is walking our dogs." With that, she turned and went into the house. Dylan's eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of her almost perfect ass filling out the leather pants. His hard-on was back in full force, and he wasn't sure his feet were listening to him any more.
"Are you coming in?" Shanna asked.
"Right, yes, coming in, sorry…you're just really beautiful…and I was expecting…"
"Oh, thank you," she replied. "A lady always appreciates hearing that, you know."
"Yeah…I…know." God, can I stop sounding like a babbling idiot now? Say something intelligent! "I could have grabbed wine on the way, I should have said something to Hol…your mother."
She turned back, her cock-sucking lips turned up in a wry expression. "I see you've become a little less formal with my mom to know her first name," she said.
"Well, she insisted I call her by her first name," Dylan replied.
"That's my mom, very open." She turned away again to head to the kitchen. "Have a seat, would you like a beer?"
"Um, water would be fine." Dylan said.
A few seconds later, she returned with a tall glass of ice water and a bottle of beer. It looked like she might have unbuttoned another button on her blouse, but Dylan figured he was hallucinating. She sat in the leather recliner across from the couch he had plopped down on.
"So, do you live here in town?" Dylan asked.
"No, I'm just visiting from New York. I run an advertising agency. A small one."
"Oh, wow, New York must be exciting."
"Well, if I had time, I suppose, but I work my ass off trying to keep my small business afloat."
I'd like to work some of your ass off, Dylan thought.
"So, you're on vacation?"
"Sort of, my parents were hoping I could be here during this time to make sure things go well for Richie when he commits to a university. I know contracts pretty well, went to Harvard, minored in contract law."
"Wow, pretty impressive. Have there been other universities?"
"Yes, but none seemed as impressive as yours, so they haven't been to the house to meet the family." When she said impressive, Dylan could swear she licked the rim of her bottle of beer with her delicate pink tongue.
"Um, ah, yes, we like to think our university is impressive and always a threat to go to the Frozen Four…"
"I'm sure that's not what my mother meant, Mr. O'Neill." She had an evil grin on her face.
"Oh? I'm not sure I follow, and call me Dylan."
"I'm sure you will follow. Soon enough. I'm impressed, Dylan, you've been very gentlemanly."