Robofootball: Doublespin
Chapter 42

“Flip me now,” Izzy whispered as she had rocked on top of Lenny like one of those slow moving arcade kiddie horses. Lenny liked her that way, never rushed, and older women, at least those well within the throes of middle age, were more experienced, more satisfying, more pleasing, and in short, just better.

“Okay,” Lenny breathed out hoarsely and looped an arm around her delicate shoulder and rolled over on top of her to finish. He had saved himself over the course of many minutes to make sure she had her way on top. It was easier that way, holding back, running his hands up and down her back, scratching lightly as she tingled and cooed sensuously to his magic touch. On the times when she was on her stomach, the way her wide hips and the roundness of her buttocks pressed into him as she moved, transformed him into a delirious 18-year old with premature explosive accidents just seconds away. He had to be careful not to start out in this position, and with Izzy, he finally got it as to why black men seemed to prefer their women with a little something extra on the backside. As he had gotten older, he preferred the 15-minute version of love-making as opposed to 2 or 3. When he finally came, he held on a little longer sensing that she needed just another minute or so to experience a 3rd orgasm, two on top and one on the bottom for her was usually a good if not great night of sex.

When he rolled off carefully, she snuggled and mumbled “I love you Lenny.”

“Right back at ya Izzy.”

“Can you believe it’s over?”

“With you?” He teased.

“No, the trial silly.”

“Oh, you had me worried there a second, but yes, football banned at all levels.” She felt really good in his arms, soft and cuddly.

“It’ll take some getting used to, won’t you miss it?”

“Yes and no.”

“Spoken like a true politician, what does that mean?”

“I’ve had my own ups and downs with the sport. You know, when I was a kid, we played in the backyard a lot, throwing the ball around in the fall, especially at Thanksgiving time with my relatives. We’d put old white tube socks in our pockets for flags, but they didn’t do much good.”

“How come?”

Lenny grinned, “My Uncle Al would just tackle us anyway, and then pull the sock out after we were on the ground. Pretty soon, we were all doing the same thing, it was just easier that way,” he laughed.

“Sounds like good memories.”

“Yeah,” Lenny looked off in the distance as she raised her head on his chest.

“Go on,” she pressed.

“Well, I did fine in high school, and Pennsylvania has always been, or used to be a good football state. We had the Eagles in the East and the Steelers out West, one on the NFC and the other in the AFC. My dad and uncles told me stories about the Steel Curtain, the great defensive teams that Pittsburgh had in the ’70’s and ’80’s. I guess I look at my time at Penn State with mixed emotions.” Lenny was staring off in the distance in a state of retrospect.

“Why?”

“Well one, it’s why I limp today.”

“And two?”

“Remember the big child sex scandal at Penn State?”

“Sure, who can forget?”

“When I was there, Coach Joe Pa was like a god, and is still the name most associated with the university. I can’t but think that he let us down with that stuff going on under his watch.”

“Yeah, they never really went after him did they?”

“No, he was well into his 80’s at the time, plus there was no evidence that he was directly involved in any illicit behavior…..”

“But?”

“Like I said, it happened under his watch. He died soon after a broken man I’m sure, and the football program never really recovered. On top of that, donations and grants decreased considerably to the school. It just seemed like a lot of it was swept up under the rug, and it basically turned into one big scandalous cluster fuck.”

“Wow, harsh words, very scientific too!”

“I just hate to see my alma mater suffer.” Little did he know, but these were some of the very reasons that Senator Margaret Leahy had recruited him for her judiciary committee relevant to the sport of football. He unwittingly took such an active interest that Margaret was more than elated when he volunteered to chair a special committee on the concern with the violence in football. She would do her best to manipulate and support him especially when all of the negative facts, disturbing statistics, and horrendous findings of OSHA and the CDC came to light. He was a perfect choice given his injury followed by the Penn State scandal that occurred way back in 2011.

“It doesn’t sound like football is over, have you heard anything on the new RFL?”

“There’s quite a bit of buzz for a 2019 season. It seems like half the current or I should say former now, NFL owners are for it and half against. They will be given first crack at establishing franchises, but many are afraid that if they make any money, the old NFL Players Association will take them to court again.”

“I think it’ll be interesting,” said Izzy. “Not only from a scientific standpoint, but the violence that spectators crave should be there, all with the benefit of no human injury. I’ll assume that they would keep human refs on the sidelines during play.”

“Yes, but dang, you sound like you’re in a hearing!”

“Oh god, I can’t seem to break away from them.”

“Yeah, we could all use a little time away.”

“Sure, that sounds great Lenny. I have a little vacation time built up, let’s go somewhere.”

“Hmm, what do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, maybe a cruise or Paris, I’ve never been to Paris,” she was thinking aloud. “Carlos was supposed to take me once, but I forgot, something business-related came up.”

“Done.”

“Excuse me?”

“Paris is one of the most beautiful cities on the planet, get me your work schedule, I’m sure I can manage 4 or 5 days out of the country.”

“Are you serious?”

“The thought of you on say a little river cruise along the Seine, a 5-star dinner at the Gare du Nord Train Station, a hotel with a view of the city, and a bottle of Dom Perignon sure sounds nice.”

“Mmm, can we have sex there?” She giggled.

“Nope, there’ll be no time, there’s just too much to do.”

“I’m sure we could work it in, if you know what I mean,” she laughed.

“I guess if you twist my arm.”

“That’s not all I plan on twisting.”

“That sounds painful.”

“Not with my tongue.”

“Well, okay, I guess you just want me for my body.”

“Sure Lenny, and at your age it looks good, what more could a girl really want anyhow?”

“Money?”

“Well there’s that, but I do have enough of my own to get by.”

“Jewelry?”

“Okay, maybe something sparkly never hurt, it’s a biological imperative that females in nature are attracted to bright objects, helps us pick out the right mate.”

“The champagne wouldn’t be enough?”

“As long as it comes with you Lenny, yes, it would be enough.”

“Okay, I love you Izzy.”

“Love you too Lenny,” she sighed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a matter of minutes, dreaming of the Eiffel Tower, the Arch de Triumph, and the treasures of The Louvre.

Lenny sighed too, wishing he had the ability to just nod off like that. It usually took him 30 to 60 minutes to shut down before sleep would claim him. This was a nice way to stay awake however, sweet floral smelling hair and a warm soft sexy body next to his. He could get used to it.

“Flower o’ the broom,

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!”

Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi

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