Chapter 20
The student editor of the Spectator resigned and with him went the overly aggressive investigative tactics and sexist quotes. The new editor was a young woman who still covered Dean and Meghan’s relationship, but kept it off the front page.
Meghan worked secretly on a new grant application, not wanting to discuss it with others in her department in case she and Dean weren’t remaining at the school.
Dean had two other strong offers, including one from a Big Ten school.
Dean had arranged for her to meet with the dean and department heads at each of the prospective schools, and they had flown to the Midwest and Northeast together.
The trips might have been like mini-vacations, except that she was incredibly nervous. She had never felt comfortable on job interviews, and it wasn’t just her own future at stake now. She felt so much pressure to make a good impression.
It had been nice for Dean to meet her family though, and everyone made a big fuss about her beautiful cushion-cut diamond engagement ring set in rose gold.
It did look fit for a princess, that was certain.
But talk about the wedding and the need to get the planning right put her on edge. She was not good at that sort of thing.
She didn’t want to bother Dean with it either.
He had too much that needed his attention.
She had no intention of dragging him into discussions about dresses and ballrooms. On the other hand, she understood from casual things he’d said that Dean’s family would expect everything to be lavish and elegant.
She stubbornly refused to help him choose the school he’d sign with. What if she pushed him toward a place where he didn’t end up happy? Each place had its pluses and minuses for her. She refused to get too attached to the idea of any of them.
She landed in hot water when she failed to make a list comparing and ranking the various features of the physics programs at the three schools.
There was a fight, and she knew there would be a difficult punishment later, but she couldn’t bring herself to sit down and do the very reasonable thing he’d asked her to do.
Dean ended up creating a massive weighted spreadsheet comparing the schools and features important to each of them.
When he finished, he made his decision. They would go to the midwest and a Big Ten school.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted to go home until he told her and she cried.
She admitted that deep down she’d been hoping he’d make the choice he had.
He was exasperated with her, but also pleased that she was happy.
The team went undefeated in its last four games of the season and finished with a win at a bowl game, leaving them ranked third in the nation.
Tyson’s hand had healed well, and he was able to play in the last two games of the season, which seemed to please Dean more than anything.
He wanted his star quarterback to show the world, and in particular the NFL coaches and owners, that they shouldn’t let the injury deter them from drafting the young man.
Although there were some angry and frustrated people at Ebert over Dean’s impending departure, whatever Dean had said to his players in private had apparently resonated because they continued to treat him with respect and loyalty.
They did roast him at the final banquet.
He took it in stride, even taking part in a skit where Darnell played Lamar and created an energy drink that was half coffee and half gatorade and made all the players on stage ill with much fake vomiting into a bucket.
Dean played his part to perfection, acting oblivious to the players getting sick on the sidelines.
When he called for a player to enter the game and found he couldn’t because he’d collapsed, Dean just called for the next man in the rotation.
Finally, Darnell jumped up and said, “You’ll have to put me in.
I’ll wear Darnell Holcomb’s uniform. No one will know! ”
“We can’t do that,” Dean said as ill players dragged each other off the field. “There’s no one left out there.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Desperate times call for desperate measures.” He rushed out to the makeshift field alone.
Then Dean looked around and grabbed a set of pads. “Pay attention, guys. We’re going to show you how a two-man offense works.”
Then someone commentated the final moments of the game where Dean and Lamar shredded the other team.
Lamar apparently front-flipping over the line of defenders, with the excited commentator saying, “This is the Cirque du Soleil training program Coach Ulrich is trying. That guy is such an innovator.”
The entire crowd was roaring with laughter, so the commentating player had to yell over them. The real Lamar cheered himself on, singing out “Go, Berry! Go, Berry!” and doing some impromptu dance moves.
Privately Lamar confided that he and two other staff were moving with Dean to the new school. A week later, there was a big university celebration over the Bowl game win, and Dean gave a moving speech about the team, the Wolf organization, and the university that brought many in the room to tears.
Later that night, when they were alone in the loft with its massive windows showing off the twinkling city lights, Meghan was still tipsy.
She stripped down to her engagement ring and posed with her butt in the air and forehead on the mattress, so that when Dean came in from getting the mail he found her waiting.
“That’s a very pretty sight,” he said.
She turned her head, resting her temple on her wrists to watch him as he tossed his suit jacket on a chair and unbuttoned his shirt.
“It’s a special occasion,” she said softly. “I’m so proud of you. I want you to…” One foot crossed over the other nervously, her toes curling. “You should do whatever you want. I’ll be your wife soon. That changes things.”
“How so?” he asked, sitting down to remove his shoes and socks.
She watched his arms move, the muscles so defined and strong they nearly made her mouth water.
“I had reservations about a certain thing because I thought it would make me feel like a whore. You never make me feel that way, though, any other time. You make me feel a lot of things, but not that.”
“I’d never treat you like a whore. It’s not how I see you.
” He leaned closer and brushed his thumb over the knuckle of her left ring finger, touching the engagement ring.
“When I look at you, I see the love of my life. The mother of my future children. And yes, a very beautiful woman that I want to make love to every way there is.” He bent lower and brushed his lips over hers.
“You’re mine to enjoy. Giving yourself to me completely is what you should do. ”
She swallowed. “I’ll try.”
The corner of his mouth curved up. “You’ve already done it,” he said, using a finger to brush the hair back that had fallen in her eyes. “It’s not up to you anymore. Now you can let go, just like you do when I spank you.”
She shivered. There was no turning back. “You’ll be careful?”
“As careful as I need to be. Always.” He reached for the pillows, including a couple of huge square throws that she’d bought. “Put these under you for support.”
She arranged them, draping herself over the mound of pillows and then hugging a last feather pillow to her upper chest and chin. She wanted the pillow near her face in case she needed something to cry into.
She hadn’t realized how scared she was until he touched her bottom and she jerked in surprise.
“Relax. Nothing’s going to happen until you’re warmed up,” he said.
Then he spanked her, causing her to squeak and protest. Soon though, she started to lift her scalding backside and to circle her hips. When he rubbed her clit, she immediately sank down into the pillows, trying to press the aching nub against him.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me.”
“Dean, I’m close,” she begged, her voice breaking with emotion from the spanking.
He slapped each cheek, making her cry out.
“Do what you’re told,” he said. “Or you won’t get that release you’re looking for.”
She reached back immediately and grabbed her buttocks. She pulled them apart, groaning at the sensation of being opened.
He massaged rich greasy lotion into her back hole. She shuddered.
“Please,” she said, raising her bottom.
“All my favorite parts of you are pink,” he said. “Your face turns bright reddish pink when you’re aroused or embarrassed. Your lips, your nipples. And this rosy little crinkle.” He pushed two fingers and a dollop of creamy lotion into her.
She squirmed and moaned as he moved his fingers around, stretching and lubricating her inside and out. A moment later, he pulled them out and his well lubed cock pressed against her ring.
“Exhale and relax,” he ordered as he pushed into her.
She cried out. The invasion burned. He remained still, letting her get over the initial shock of penetration.
“All right?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Put your left palm on the bed to steady yourself.”
She did as he asked.
“Now push your hips back into me.”
“But—”
“Yes. I’m going to be all the way inside you. And you’re going to do it to yourself.”
“Please, I just…” She trailed off, not sure why she rebelled against that. It probably would be better for her to set the pace of things at first, but if she did that it would be like she was in control and wanted it.
He took her right hand off her bottom and put it under her, using his fingers to press hers against her clit. The pressure felt so good and immediately connected with the overly full, dull throb from her buttocks and anus.
She moved her hips. which caused the crown of Dean’s cock to move inside her. She panted. That felt really…exquisite.
She didn’t really want to do this, but maybe the arousal would help her get through it.
Before her brain had really decided, her hips, which seemed to have a mind of their own, pressed backward.