I lay there like a little slut warming up to her john. Then he pulled me up and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I melted away and started...to kiss him back.He then whispered in my ear, "I want you to be my girl." I just smiled and kissed him again."Me, a football player's girlfriend," I dreamed as he moved me away and reached for the phone. He looked at me and said, "As my girl, you need to do certain things for me and my boys." Little did I know he wasn't talking about his private. My sister began to bombard me in a teasingly manner with all sorts of questions about Amy and when could she meet her? but I told her very little about Amy and her family. My sister had allowed me to use her car on a daily basis since she hardly ever drove her car, not even to work. My sister loved me and I have always known that. On my way over to Amys place I first stopped and bought some beers and this time I made sure I bought two 12 packs of miller lites especially for Tonya to drink.. 30 a.m and more people came to the pool, all entering men with surprising faces, when saw naked girl at hair dryer. Girl and father were not coming every Sunday, but during two winter months I met them three more times. Girl behavior did not change: always she finished swimming before her father, always immediately get naked, never covered herself, took always her time to do most of things before clothing – drinking water, drying and combing hair, putting wet towel and swimsuit on bag, once. “I suck,” I painfully admitted. Brandy smiled. “Well, the back nine is easy,” she remarked, “I’ll see you on the course.” There was something about her smile and the way she looked at me that made me feel very special. I had run across flirtatious beverage cart girls before, but none quite like Brandy. I teed off on ten and my ball skewered right and over some trees. I found it pretty easily and was back on course very quickly. I managed the hole at one over par. On eleven, I hooked another.