Kristen and the other cheerleaders looked anxiously toward the tunnel. "A transfer from Cockram City High School, your starting running back, Tyrone B...ack!" With that announcement, a tall black man sprinted onto the field from the tunnel. He was wearing a helmet with a visor, so his eyes weren't visible. As the crowd cheered wildly, he took his helmet off. Kristen gasped as she saw him. She couldn't help but feel funny looking at the athletic black football player. She was instantly turned on. “I just need your input – both of you, well, among a few other minor things.”The two must have mentally ordered coffee because it appeared in front of them.“Thanks,” they told Ship in unison.The General didn’t say anything; Jeff didn’t say anything.Arlene finally puffed out a sigh. “Okay, I know we’re being set up, so let’s get it over with. What do we have to do?”“We need,” the General began, but hesitated, “well, Earth needs a victory parade.”“No. No and no! I don’t do parades ... And. ‘Oh God, oh God,’ he growled into her tangled hair, the muscles and tendons in his arms stood out as he crushed her body into his. Eventually his words became incomprehensible, and his body relaxed. For a few moments there was silence, but for their panting as they both regained control and caught their breath. ‘Wow,’ he breathed gently, ‘Yeah,’ she agreed. After a few moments lying there together, arms around one another, he murmured, ‘we’d better get going, I have to get the bus back soon.’. Not that I was shy but it just did not excite me as much. As you know having grown up in an Indian city as a teen girl, lewd comments and occasional groping etc was a norm. I used to despise these and I thought this is how men are supposed to be. I had a decent looking body and since I was a dancer, I was fit. I had B cup boobs but I felt my ass was bigger than usual, anyway it was bigger than most of my friends and I got a lot of attention for it from the guys. So life went on and I passed out.