"Glen?" asked Craig surprised."Wow," said Glen smiling at him. "I didn't know you were a cheerleader." Yeah, me either," laughed Craig. "I mean well. ...'m kind of new at it." Well you were amazing," said Glen, staring him up and down. "I couldn'ttake my eyes off you." Oh I'm thinking you did," smiled Craig, flattered and tapping his arm."I watched the whole game you know." Cool," said Glen. "You think we could talk for a minute." Uuummm I guess?" replied Craig uncomfortably. "But I can't miss. I don’t have too many friends at present and I had even less back then, but I did get the occasional call from the store or a utility company. So every time the phone would ring since putting the paper on her windshield, I would have heart palpitations and break out into a sweat. So finally when she did call, and call she did, I was in such a state that I can’t recall now exactly what was said, but the conversation went something like this: “Hello?” “Jeremy?” “Yes.” “Oh, hi! I don’t know if. My nipples are suddenly like tight little buds burning for the touch of your mouth and hands. I pull back from you and pull my blouse over my head, tossing it on a chair. Reaching behind, I unclasp my bra, purposely arching my back to give you a better view of my breasts.. I slowly pull my bra off, letting my breasts fall naturally, watching your eyes darken with desire."Are you hungry? Want more?" I grin, flipping the stove burner off, and spooning some sauce out of the pan, blowing on it. ”“Oh. Yeah. Well, sure, that I can do.” So I did. I pulled the elastic out so it wouldn’t hang up on him and then down past his cock, which stood up proud, thick and veiny, although sticking out at more of an angle, not as upright as Richard’s. Then again, his was longer and thicker, and no doubt heavier; gravity would tend to drag it down more, I think. Still, it looked every bit as hard! When I bent to roll his wet boxers down his legs, it was right there, in my face, so I did the natural.