You decide to go to dinner with Chase.

You decide to accept Chase’s invitation to dinner; it’s just too good of an offer to refuse. You head back to the dorm and see a large group gathered around. They’re discussing plans for the evening. Apparently they know of a couple parties going on tonight, and are trying to decide which one to go to. You notice Jane sitting quietly in a corner in the common room. When the crowd notices you they look at you expectantly. “How’d it go?” asks Tom, your next door neighbor.

“I made the team,” you beam back at him. You’re immediately surrounded by guys giving you high fives. A few girls give them too, but most hang back, clearly unsure if they want to touch you as sweaty and dirty as you are. “Thanks,” you say, “I need to shower though, the captain’s taking me out to dinner.”

“Oooh, a date!” teased Tom, but then he added, “there are a bunch of parties going on tonight, let me give you my number. After dinner, if you want to join the group, just give me a call, and I’ll let you know where we’re at.” You thank him, and head into your room.

Once in your room you strip off your dirty, clothes. You wrap a towel around your waist, throw on a pair of sandals, and grab your shower gear. The men’s shower is on the other side of the lounge, and you have to walk past the group to get there. Tom spots you first and gives a sharp whistle. This causes everyone else to look up, and few other girls and guys join in a round of joking cat calls. You laugh back at them but can tell that a few of the girls are giving you a more serious appraisal. This causes your dick to start to stir, and you have to hurry into the bathroom before your whole towel was lifted up. Mercifully there are individual shower stalls and you take a nice long shower. When you walked back the crowd has dispersed and there are only a few people in the lounge watching TV, they hardly glance at you as you walk by.

You quickly get dressed, throwing on a pair of loose-fitting jeans, and a tee-shirt, before heading out. Chase had given you the name and address of the restaurant where he had arranged to meet you, with instructions that the first one there should wait outside. When you find the place, which looked like an upscale burger joint, Chase was nowhere to be seen. You stand out front for about ten minutes before recognizing him walking up the street with a girl in his arms.

Without his uniform on, Chase looks entirely different. He had greasy black hair that was pulled back in a masculine pony-tail. He has dark eyes and a small soul patch under his lower lip. He has a relatively small frame, at maybe 5’ 10”, but it was clear that what he did have was all muscle. Chase wore a striped button-down shirt and a pair of corduroy pants. But what really caught your attention was the small blond who was wrapped snuggly under his arm. At maybe 5’3”, she made Chase look much taller than he was. She has golden hair that is done up in tight curls. Although her face is heavily made up, she clearly has very soft facial features with long lashes hiding hazel eyes. She is wearing short khaki shorts which show off her long, slim, flawless legs. As short as she is, you are amazed at how much leg she seems to have. Her shorts hung low enough around her tiny waist to show off just a bit of flat stomach before disappearing under a red halter top. You could see just a bit of her white bra hiding perfectly round, small breasts.

As the couple made their way to the restaurant front, Chase greeted you and then introduced you to his girlfriend, Courtney. You enter the restaurant, and are quickly seated, by a staff that recognized Chase immediately. Apparently, he is a regular.

When your drink orders are taken Chase orders a large beer. He looks at you and says, “I could get you one too, they’re pretty lax about that here, but after today, I’d recommend sticking with water.” You agree, silently thinking that with Courtney around you’d just as soon stay sober. When food orders are taken you and Chase both get burgers, while Courtney orders a salad. Throughout the meal Chase talks about baseball, and what it takes to get ready for a season. He described his years on the team, starting from his freshman year, where he was recruited out of highschool. Towards the end, he says, “I saw you during the try-outs today. You’ve got a lot of raw talent, but you’re going to have to put in a lot of work to develop that. Just remember nothing good comes easy.”

You agree, and eventually, the topic of the conversation becomes more general. It comes out that Courtney is the head cheerleader. “Yeah, I know,” she joked, “I should be dating the captain of the football team, but you haven’t seen our football team.” You laugh along; the football team hasn’t had a winning season in your lifetime. “Actually,” said Courtney, “if you want there’s a party at the cheerleader house tonight. An initiation for the freshmen cheerleaders, and all that jazz. You can come along if you want.”

You think about it. An initiation at the cheerleader house could be interesting. Although you were also thinking about seeing what Tom and your dorm-mates were up to. You are also starting to feel tired, it’s already been a long day, and you’re considering just calling it a night.