When I returned to my seat, I took a quick glance towards Alexis, then sat down. Sure enough, her skirt was high up on her thigh’s, her white lace p...nties were clearly visible. As I sat there, several things were running through my mind, none of them really plausible. First Alexis always conducted herself properly, it was odd for her to be sitting that way. I knew she had to have noticed Ashley’s eyes at least once or twice. With that said, why was Ashley so fascinated with the view, I had. Rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had decided to. “Did you like that?” “Hmmm, maybe not so smart,” she breathed in reply. “Well, you should rest then, from your performance earlier and my performance now,” I suggested smugly. “I think, no,” she sparked and her hand shot out and wrapped firmly around my stiffened member. While I was surprised at her recovery and stamina, she switched to a tennis grip and with a squeeze, she used my own racket to flip me on my back. She brought her other hand to the task so that all the blood flowed through the. I took her left hand in my right hand.“Yes. You don’t want me to just fuck you, or for us to just have sex then do our own thing. You want me to be romantic, take you out on little dates, even if we can’t be close during them, and then make love after, right?” I asked.“Oh my god, yes.” She said as tears welled up in her eyes.“Good, so Heather’s satiated and resting. Let’s go out.” I said as I kept her hand in mine.I pulled her into my room. I let go of her hand to walk over to the dresser and.