His mind drifts momentarily but he snaps back when he realizes he has a hard on. His stomach turns as he realizes that she may see, and what she might...think. He tries to will himself limp, but thinking about it only seems to make matters worse and he can feel that he is leaving a puddle of precum on her sheets. He tests the bonds again when he is suddenly startled by her breath on his shoulder.He hears her voice in his ear "See, I knew you loved this. Can't wait for it, can you?" Then feels her. Oh really? Coach Winslow! I've heard and read so much about you. Welcome to University. How can I help you?"Coach: I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you. You know there's going to be openings for walk-on on my team and I would love to see you try out. I hear you've got quite a foot.Brian: I've never played American football. At home, well most everywhere else, football is soccer. But, I've never played.Coach: They convert kickers all the time you know. Soccer style kickers fill the NFL. The last time I washed your hair you did something similar and turnabout is fair play." I'm not complaining, trust me."She bent back down to her task, it was very distracting. I was supposed to leave the cream rinse in her hair for five minutes and as far as I was concerned this was a wonderful way to occupy that time. I stood there enjoying it with my hands resting on her head, moving with her. I wasn't trying to control her, it was just so darn good and I had to do something with my. I handed it to him. He picked up my purse and my keys off the trunk of my car. Looking at the key fob, he pressed the button that popped the trunk. Then he placed my top, purse (containing my panties), my jacket (which had remained draped over his arm the entire time) and my bra into the trunk and closed it with a loud thump.We heard an engine and then saw the lights as a car came down the ramp from one of the floors above. He pushed me back towards the front of my car, wrapped his arms around.