"No, I should be getting home," Jenny replied, but she got out too and locked the doors.The lobby was locked for the evening, and I dropped the keycar... trying to run it through the reader. Jenny fetched it and opened the door for me. The night clerk looked at us closely, but went back to his reading after Jenny waved the card at him.I stared at her in the elevator, remembering the glimpse of her thighs I'd gotten earlier, and wanting more. I edged closer to her, inviting a touch or a kiss, but. "I want to fuck you doggy style! Please, let me fuck you fucking doggy-style!" YES." Now we're talking. Fuck, YES. With what sounds like a whimper, he dislodges his dick, and takes my wrist, dragging me the few feet to the sink and turning me around. I bend over obligingly and spread my legs. Instantly, his solid member is plowing into me, his fingers and thumbs grabbing my hips and smacking them down on his with enough force to have me grunting each time my ass makes contact with his pelvis.. Underneath the picture in huge type, it said, "Jill O'Hara — Highpoint Player of the Year."The other picture was a shot of the scoreboard as seen from the court. The final score was displayed. The caption for that one was "Highlanders Nudged out of Playoffs by Two Point Loss."I noticed the hand come up as I rolled the cursor over my picture so I clicked on it. It took me to another new page. The caption from the front page was on top now and the same picture was below it, maybe a third as large. We walk down the street together as you turn everyone's head. And I missBrian. He was the only guy who ever treated me nice, the only one whoever called me pretty. And I don't care that he's Brianna now. He's stillmy best friend. I just wish I could hear him compliment me again, orenjoy the way he would always flirt with me. Oh well, I missed my chance.Always a bridesmaid...APRIL 11, 1994: (FROM BRIAN)I hope you realize that distance it the only reason I never tried harderto be with you. And I.