She stepped back from him and with that he grabbed her by the arm and started to take a swing at her, that was all I could take, I grabbed his arm as ...t came down, spun him around and landed a shot on his jaw that knocked him on his ass, he came back up and the next punch landed square on his nose that made the blood start flowing and him on his ass again, I guess some guys never learn, with that he decided he had enough and stayed down. I just walked away and got on the bike, but when I looked. We started by swimming at a friends house. I was lean, with tight, if not large muscles, and not much body hair. He was slender but not toned, a small layer of baby fat everywhere, and when he moved you could see the muscle underneath. He had pink nipples, no body hair that I could see. and watching the water run off his soft smooth skin made me hard. The next day, after the sleepover, he changed in front of me, down to his boxer-briefs. His thighs were round, white, lightly freckled, and. Unlike other schools, we only practiced two hours per day. But like everything else at the school, those two hours of practice were intense. Not a minute was wasted. Every practice was filmed and watched during our evening meal where logic, strategy and teamwork were spoon-fed to us along with the food. Even with all the emphasis on football, we weren't very good. My freshman year we only won three games and didn't do much better my junior and senior years when I dressed for and started every. "Touch me Joseph..." I whispered. I took his hand and lead it to my area. I pressed his fingers against my clit and slowly moved it round in circular motions. My hand left his and he was now pleasuring me independently. I tilted my head back and sighed, I'd never felt anything so good. I don't think I'd ever been so wet, I always thought masturbation was the best pleasure but now I knew I was wrong. Fireworks were exploding inside of me. I pulled his head close to me and kissed his lips hard,.