When everyone else was getting call-backs, I got rejection e-mails, or worse, nothing at all. I had never been outstanding but it wasn’t like I sat ...n the back flicking spit balls. So, in order to maintain the college lifestyle without being in college, I renewed my lease with the aspiration that one day I’d get a bone thrown my way. Until then, it was cloudy with a chance of working the evening shift at Subway. My car was a 1995 Saturn Coupe. It ran fine and guzzled oil like my grandpa does. However, it seems like we’re getting a pretty solid group of high schoolers coming to play at Bama.” When Kim Franchione got to talking football, I was pretty sure the question of why I was at Kaleigh’s club would fall by the wayside.I was correct in my assumption as Jason jumped in to ask the ladies about which players the Tide were hard after on the recruiting trail. At that point, I smiled at Kaleigh and I could see a little relief in her face. After about five minutes of football talk. I don't need to tell you that. You know that as a fact. I grope your ass. "You question my taste?" I go faux haughty. "You're the only beachbum for me," I speak, my breath of words a waft of exotic perfume.You slap back at my hands. "Enough! Back to work. Back to skin." Your slaps are unaimed; as fast as my hands move, you are mostly slapping at your own ass.I stay away, my fingers sliding downwards to the purity of flesh. You stop your batting and eventually relax, settling against the towel,. And fuck me did we fit. Lisa stood just over 5’, her hair was dark, cut into a bob and she had curves in all the right places. She looked as nervous as me, dressed in a casual grey cardigan, black skirt and stocking. She just oozed sex, in an amazing way. “You ok?” I asked. She smiled. Wow, what a cheeky smile it was too. “Yeah, I’m good”, and before she could say anything else I reached out for her hand. “Would you like to go upstairs?” and I leant forward and kissed those lips again. She.