stripped down likewise. They would spread the books out on the bed and study until Lisa arrived. She would answer a few questions that Mike couldn’t answer as she got out of her clothes and joined them. Sometimes she would explain re-explain something that Billy wasn’t quick getting, but it never helped much. Probably because it was difficult for Billy to concentrate with her big naked boobs staring him in the face or the pictures her snatch was taking.

Tonight would be no difference. Mike and Billy were lying across the bed on their bellies and Billy was actually feeling like he was going to pass that first big test. The phone rang as Billy was surprising himself by answering the questions Mike was tossing out correctly.

“I think we’ve done it, Bill. Why don’t you close up those books and we’ll wait for Lisa?”

Billy said, “Yes sir” as he happily closed the texts and slipped them back in his nap sack. By the time he had returned to the bedroom, Billy was on his haunches and hanging up the phone.

“You want the good news or the bad news first?” He asked.

“Fuck it,” Silly said as he plopped down beside his coach, “hit with the bad first.”

“Lisa’s having to stay late to scrub in an on en emergency surgery, but she should be home by around midnight.”

Billy rolled over on his back and spread out his arms as if someone had just shot him. “Aw man! I can’t stay that late. Oh well, at least I’m ready for that rest.”

“You ready for the good news?”

“Please!” Billy begged, burying his face in the bed cover.

“Lisa called your dorm and explained the situation, and reminded him of the big test you have on Friday, so she got permission for you to spend the night. Is that cool with you?”

“Oh hell, yeah! Donna and I broke up, so my boxers aren’t really blue, they’ve just taken on the color of my balls!”

Mike slapped Billy on the butt, “Well sorry you broke up with Donna, but when Lisa gets home we’ll take care of that problem. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“So, since you’ve been such a good boy and you don’t have to check in by 11, you wanna have a beer with me?”

“Hell yeah!”

Mike pounced off the bed and Billy could hear the sound of the fridge being opened and tops being twisted off bottles. Momentarily, Mike was handing his “pupil” a frosty one and they were chatting away like old pals. Billy enjoyed this time, their relationship outside the apartment was good, Mike was a very attentive coach, but on the field and in the halls, they weren’t buddies. Here, laying on a double bed, drinking some brews in their boxers, they were pals.

Mike was stretched out on his side, propped up on his arm with his legs near Billy’s head. Billy was yakking about something he doesn’t recall now, but remembered Mike’s fly being open and his “snake” popping out.

Mike noticed Billy looking at him. “What are you looking at, moron?” Even when Mike called him moron now, it wasn’t an insult; it was more a sweet jab.

“Dude,” he pointed at his fly, “you’ve kind of broken out of the gate.”

Mike looked at his dick,