One time I did have a hardon and she saw it lying along my thigh under my jeans. Her eyes went wide and sparkled. "I'm still jailbait Mrs. Peters," I ...hought. Football and studying were my life my senior year. My GPA was 3.9 and we won the State Championship for our division again. Coach was ecstatic and the team was also. Jake and I were hefted onto their shoulders and paraded around the gym while all the students chanted. "Five TD's...Five TD's..." over and over. We had won the game 35 to 20.. There were four people on each side of the net, they were all pretty good, and it seemed an intense game if the shouting and taunting going on was an indication.Just off to the side was a boy, maybe around my age watching, he was in cutoff jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he was watching the game, but seemed a little down from what I could tell.Thinking I might have someone to hang out with of my own age for once, I moved over to him and sat down. “Hi my name is Jack, mind me sitting. The television didn't help me to relax too. So I just lied and stared at the ceiling. When my stomach started to protest persistently, I ate one of the sandwiches Steven had brought. Notwithstanding, I came to hate him, I doubted that he could poison me.Gradually it became lighter. The dawn surprised me. I hadn't had a wink of sleep. My body felt numb. When I heard the sound of a car engine I hopped up and went to the window. I saw the taillights of an ancient Ford Mustang. Steven was behind. As I went limp, she hurried over to the toilet to pee while it drained out, then it was my turn.You would have thought a girl our age would realize that when someone says they really have to go; they mean it. I was hard enough still to make it nearly impossible to piss and had an extremely full bladder. I was still peeing two minutes later as she got dressed and quickly left to make sure no one saw me coming back in with her.Damn I hate leaking out pre-cum in my boxers! Why does it have to be.