Dressed like a man and acted like a man. Her name was Fran. I don't know if that is short for something or what. One day I stayed late after practic... and to work on my shots on goal, throw ins and other stuff. When I came in to the locker room everyone else had gone home. There was someone in the shower. I undressed and went to the shower thinking it was of my team mates. It was Fran! I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. She was not tpp bad looking when she was naked.Fran has short hair,. Vicky looked in on him, but he ignored her and she went home as well. He picked up a take-away on his way home at ten, and after eating it, went to bed.Next day was a repeat of Wednesday. The only difference was that he went home at eight instead of ten, and found en email from Sam. She was telling him about her first couple of days, looking up her friends and her brother, and enjoying her mother’s cooking ‘almost as good as yours’.He replied, but there was little to say. He weakened and told. Perhaps not quite a virgin, I made that up, but close. And we did hit the town one evening and got talking to two handsome young guys, who I knew both fancied me rotten although one was pretending hard to like P. And yes we did invite them back, to our room, where we all got drunk on cheap wine and inhibitions flew out the window, then one thing led to another and before too long I was getting seriously hit on by both the boys and poor P was being totally ignored.I should have called a halt to. She was. When Tadd left, Carly asked me to move down one so she could rest her legs on the stool between us. She put both of her legs up on the stool, spreading them as much as the stool would allow. Her feet, covered in white canvas shoes and short athletic socks, were practically in my lap. When I looked in her direction, (which was the only direction I was going to look), I was staring up the insides of her thighs and looking right at her panty covered pussy. It was erotic and my soldier.