"Looks like poison oak," she said, examining the red, puffy splotches covering his rump and a good portion of his womanhood."But how could I have gott...n it there?" Keal asked, now close to tears from the discomfort."The captain must have had it on his hands," she explained. She then took the same jar of salve Meylin had used on him before and began coating the effected area. "This will help you some, but try not to scratch unless you want scars." She instructed.As Keal returned to his tasks,. He did feel like his collegiate career/scholarship/future was slipping away.The coaches pulled clay out of the practice and the Asst. Coach, Jeffrey, gave him the play by play. Jeffrey was himself a swimmer/water polo player, and had the tight body to prove it. He pointed out moves and actions players took and gave Clay the play by play. They all got sent to the locker rooms and Jeffrey, told Clay to shower and then come to the office. He said was so dejected that he thought they were. Then she began to lick my clit as she always did. It felt good although she was a bit eager. She seemed to want to go through this part quickly. I remembered to moan but only a quiet moan. She didn’t like it when I was loud. She took my hard knob between her lips and sucked on it. I felt my hips moving against her mouth but I stopped and lay still. She didn’t like it when I moved. I was really on the point of orgasm when she stopped. I bit my lower lip and turned my head sideways. I nearly. "Made another boneheaded mistake," Allie admitted ruefully, setting down her nearly empty wine glass. Christy's was already empty. Only Frank had half a glass left."I assumed that what had always worked for me before, would work again now. Show him a little interest. Hint at how special he is to me as a friend. Suggest we might see each other again soon. A bit of this, and he'd come running back again with his tail wagging." And that didn't work?" Christy said in a brittle tone that spoke.