The Road To Glory

JStorm7

2 AM on a Tuesday night in August.

Watson, North Carolina.

Only days from the season opener of my senior year. 

That's where my story starts.

My name is Justin Weathers. I formerly played halfback... I'm sorry, Wide Receiver and Cornerback for the Watson High Tigers. I played halfback until training camp of my senior year. According to coach, I was too small and too skinny to play the position in college and he figured I'd be noticed more at receiver by recruiters. I'm not that small, really. I don't think so anyway. I was, at the time,  seventeen years old, 5'7 and 155 pounds. Sure, I'm not exactly Calvin Johnson or anything, but I'm not Matt Roloff, either. Anyway, I'm digressing.

So there I sat, in front of my computer at two in the morning on what can best be described as an adult website. Now, I'm not there to jerk off or something weird like that, I'm there to have a conversation with my favourite web-star.

Tayyy73, her tag was. The 73 isn't a birth date. She wasn't really the kind of person to bang some dude on camera, but she was a broke college student with, in her words, a rockin' bod and absolutely no qualms about walking around her dorm naked, going about her business like usual and collecting tips for it. Anyway, the like... five people who read this all-time are gonna want to never find out how this tradition of mine started, and I can't blame them for that but in the interest of full disclosure, I kinda feel like it needs to be told. 

I've gotta be honest with you, I'm not much of a voyeur, and I wasn't back then, either. I had a great girlfriend who, if she hadn't been saving herself for marriage, I would've been getting some pretty reasonable sex output from... I bet. Still, we fooled around a lot at the time and it wasn't exactly like I was hurting for action. Point is, I came across the site by accident and would've forgotten all about it if it weren't for Tayyy73. It would be easy just to dismiss her as some brain dead slut that was pretty much a freelancing stripper, but she was, and is so much more then that. I think she kind of suspected, at the time, that I wasn't quite eighteen when I was watching her shows but much like the military, the policy was "Don't ask, don't tell". 

Also, she was kind of a huge dork.

Most nights she'd sit there, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and curvy as ever with a lazy half-grin across her face and gently mocking the guys who asked her to perform for them. Most nights she'd just sit there, folding laundry or watching TV and trying to catch up on homework, talking about whatever popped into her head. 

That night, she was talking about the horrific emotional toll supposedly casual sex took on her. Apparently she'd been sleeping with some guy in her morning class every so often and while she wanted to date him, he wasn't looking for anything mutually exclusive. 

"Jay," she addressed me directly, as she often did "Why do guys do that?"

That was my tag: JStorm7. 

Judge away. 

"Do what?" I asked her, confused "Have sex?"

"Yeah. That's the good part," she confirmed impatiently "but why lead someone on if you're just gonna back out when shit gets real, y'know?"

Naturally, the chat function on the side offered plenty of unsolicited advice, mostly centric around no one woman being enough. 

"Yeah. Everybody's a stud on the internet," I laughed, shaking my head at the responses "It's sweet of them to take some time out of their intensive ass-crushing schedule just to come whack it to you doing laundry, isn't it?"

"Always with the flattery!" she laughed, unable to help herself from snorting at the end "Yeah, sweetheart replies like that are why I got into the business. I still didn't get an answer out of you, though."

"Well I dunno," I answered, thinking as I spoke "I guess it varies from guy to guy, but a lot of us just fall into a pattern and don't like having it fucked with, I guess. Going from 'hey, wanna come over, watch Adam Sandler movies and do the nasty?' to 'hey, wanna come over, watch The Notebook, make passionate love after and then cuddle the whole night long?' is kind of a jolt."

She shot me a confused look.

"What?" I answered, with a laugh "The Notebook is gay. My... friend made me watch it with her, and--"

"Gay?" she questioned, raising a well-plucked blonde eyebrow "Couldn't you have used 'stupid' or something? Calling things you don't like 'gay' is so..."

"Gay?" I asked, with an innocent smile.

"Homophobic," she answered firmly "I'm bisexual myself, I'm kinda sensitive about homophobia... Anyway, your friend made you watch it with her and?"

"and I nearly passed out, it was g-- boring."

"Well I don't even LIKE chick flicks," she complained "We usually watched old Chuck Norris movies... I own like, a box set and they're a 'So bad they're good' kind of dealio for me."

I laughed at that. Sometimes she really did seem too good to be true. A beautiful girl who spent hours just casually naked watching TV, loved dorky eighties action movies, was very open and honest about her gaming addiction and openly admitted she loved Boy-Girl-Girl threesomes. Sure, there was the slight New York (or New Yawk, as she pronounced it) inflection which made her sound a little like Janice from Friends when she complained, and yeah, she talked nonstop but as far as flaws went, they were pretty damn reasonable. 

"Yeah well, the secret to mind control is tomorrow's episode of Doctor Jay," I replied, with a laugh "I've got class in the morning, so I've gotta get some rest. Night, Tay."

"Night, Jay" she replied, flashing me that lazy half-smile.

I exited the chatroom and got up, stretching my legs out as I stood. I walked about half of the five feet between my desk and my bed before just flopping down onto the mattress. It had been a long day.

From the Author: Okay so first off, thanks for reading. Means everything. I'm not really going for 'professional-grade' on this story, it's kind of more of a hobby of mine. Anyway, I know this isn't a great start, but I'm thinking of it more as a prologue in this instance. For anyone who's familiar with the NCAA Football games, and their Road to Glory mode, Justin Weathers is my most recent RTG character and I figured that while I usually get bored of RTG pretty fast because they find new and interesting ways of making it unengaging every year, I'd have more fun with it if I kind of created a back story to go with it, too. 

So no worries, this won't get too football-heavy. I'm getting my football fill on the PS3. This story will focus more on his life off the field.