Best Defense is a Good Offense, Part 4

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BEST DEFENSE IS A GOOD OFFENSE 
PART FOUR 

It was dark next to Kevin Potter's Jeep Wrangler. Just to be safe, he and 
Julie Brumfield strolled perhaps fifteen yards away to a covered walk the 
bordered a mostly enclosed plaza on the school grounds. On school days, it 
was a crowded area, but after a Friday-night football game, it was 
deserted. 

Kevin kissed Julie hungrily, rubbing her just below the tits. At the same 
time their tongues mingled, she used one hand to massage her boyfriend's 
swelling crotch. Feverishly he yanked out the snap-in hip pads, having 
already shed his jersey and shoulder pads. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you after while," he whispered, breathing 
heavily. "We gonna go up there on that hilltop up yonder, we gonna get high 
and I'm gonna eat your pussy, oh, my Lord, there ain't never gonna be 
nothing like it." 

"And I'm gonna get on top, and I'm going to ride you like a horse, you big 
fuckin' stud," Julie added. "But first I'm gonna suck your cock, then I'm 
gonna lead that dick right up inside me and make it shoot off again." 

"We liable to be there all night," Kevin told her. "Oh, shit. - Fuck, I 
gotta catch my breath and settle down. I don't need a shower `cause of the 
goddamned game. I need a shower `cause of you, baby. Oh, goddamn. And I 
fuckin' gotta have a cigarette." 

Meanwhile, Jimmy was crouching around the corner, more listening than 
seeing what was going on. Then he saw a lighter flick, and he crept closer. 
Ever closer. And now he had a decision to make. It was damn near dark. To 
take this picture, he was going to have to set off his flash. And then he 
was going to have to haul ass. 

It was worth it, though. This was perfect. This was his wildest dream. This 
was Kevin Potter and Julie Brumfield, not just smoking! Oh, no! They were 
there in uniform! One in the football uniform of the Divisadero Gauchos, 
gold and black stripes streaming down the white pants. And Julie in her 
cheerleader uniform! This was a prize. This was for all the too short, too 
fat and too skinny kids who never saw their kind of glory. There were 
really just two choices for Jimmy Cornelius in this righteous juncture of 
his young life. He could shoot the picture or he could jack off. 

Foof! He had it. 

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Kevin. 

"Shit!" yelled Julie. 

It scared Jimmy. As he dashed away, his shoulder bag fell clear off his 
shoulder. Instinctively, he stopped to pick it up. It was a lot of money 
tied up in that bag. Kevin was on him in a flash. Stood him up and shoved 
the shit out of him before he could even think about. Jimmy sprawled 
against the side of the brick building, but he wasn't hurt. Not yet. 

"What the fuck are you doing, shithead? What are you, some kind of fuckin' 
pervert?" Kevin had him by the collars, shaking him. 

Julie, on the other hand, turned strangely calm. "Settle down, Kevin," she 
said, touching him on the shoulder. "Stop shaking him. No need to 
overreact." 

Kevin stopped but didn't loosen his grip. 

"What the fuck," asked Julie, "do you think you're doing." 

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. 

"Kevin, let him loose for a moment. Let him loose so he can explain just 
what he is doing here," Julie said. 

"I'm taking pictures," Jimmy said. "For Mr. Brumfield. Your daddy. He gave 
me an undercover assignment `cause I'm supposed to catch people smoking on 
the school grounds." 

"He didn't mean for you to catch me," said Julie. 

"But I did," said Jimmy. "And now, he's not going to be able to make an 
exception, not even for Miss Cheerleader and Mister Football Star! Mister 
Student Body President!" 

"I'm just gonna kill this little snotnose," said Kevin. "With my fucking 
bare hands." 

"You'll do nothing of the sort," said Julie. "I don't think little Jimmy 
Cornelius is going to show my daddy. I don't think he's gonna want to." 

"You're so wrong," replied Jimmy. He tried to scramble away, but Kevin 
quickly grabbed him by the armpits. 

"Hold him," Julie said. "I'll be right back." 

She returned with a Marlboro Red and a lighter. 

"I think little Jimmy has a little secret of his own," Julie said, lighting 
up. "I think I know why little Jimmy likes to stare at me." 

With the cigarette dangling in her lips, Julie exhaled through her nose, 
right at Jimmy. She crept closer to him. Then she reached down and felt his 
crotch. 

"He's got a little dick," she said, "but there's some firmness to it. 
Kevin, get his camera. Make sure that little activation button is pushed so 
that the flash pops up." 

Kevin, speechless himself, did as he was told. 

"Now, let's see what else pops up," Julie said. She unzipped Jimmy's fly. 

"This won't take long," she said, pulling out his member and stroking it 
slowly. Jimmy offered little resistance. 

"Kiss me, Jimmy," she said quietly. 

"No," he said. 

"Do it." 

She took a double pump and pushed her lips against Jimmy's. She inhaled 
into his mouth. 

"Holy Christ, Julie," said Kevin. 

"Shut up, Kevin. It's the only way. - Now take a picture when I tell you." 

Julie could feel Jimmy straining to hold back, but it was no use. 

"Now," she said. "Hold the button down." 

Jimmy squirted a wad of semen. Then another. And another. And another. 

Foof! Foof! Foof! The flashes lit up the night, but the light was blunted 
by the side of the building and the roof over the walkway. 

Finally, it was over. Jimmy stared wide-eyed, breathing heavily. 

"Now, Jimmy, we're going to download these photos and print them out. Then 
we'll return your camera to you. I don't think you're going to want to turn 
these photos into my father. I'll bet you these aren't the first ones 
you've been taking of me and Kevin. Just a hunch. 

"But you've got plenty of other photos that aren't of us, don't you?" 

"Yeah," he admitted. 

"And those are the ones you're going to turn in to my fucking father. Isn't 
that right?" 

"Yeah," he said. 

"Let him go now," said Julie to Kevin, and Jimmy scrambled away, leaving 
his camera and bag behind. 

The time was now late, and Kevin knew he had to report to the locker room. 
Julie handed him a Listerine strip and some chewing gum. They stared at 
each other in the darkness for just a moment. 

"Goddamn," said Kevin. "You're really fuckin' evil." 

"And you love it," said Julie, smiling diabolically. 

Kevin started to trot away. 

"Hey, Kev," she said, "just remember -" 

He pause just for a moment and turned back to her. 

"The best defense," Julie Brumfield concluded, "is a good offense." 



Kevin Potter loped into the locker room. He was late, but not too late. 
Coach Cabrera looked up. 

"Well, Mr. Potter, glad you could make it," the coach said. "Perhaps you'd 
like to lead us in prayer." 

Kevin nodded. "Let us all bow our heads," he said. 

"Dear father in heaven, thank you for this great victory. Let us be ever 
mindful of all the sacrifice that went into this effort. Forgive us for our 
sins and shortcomings and let us all be humble in victory. Teach us to be 
respectful of the effort displayed by our opponents. Heal our wounds and 
those of our opponents. Let us take the lessons of tonight and apply them 
to our daily lives. Let us use this victory as a springboard that will lead 
us to greater things, for it is in the name of Christ we pray, amen." 

"Amen," his teammates repeated. 

"Thank you, Mr. Potter," said Coach Cabrera. "Would you care to tell us 
what took you so long." 

Kevin smiled. "I guess I just got a little bit carried away with Julie," he 
said. 

The whole team erupted in laughter and cheers. 

"Hey, Kev," whispered Willie Pena, the quarterback, under his breath. 
"You're so full of shit." 

"I know it," Kevin replied simply. 



THE END 

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