It was mid-year and I was a freshman, and by this time, I was a part of everyday life at the school. I had a group of horny guys that I called friends...and a group of sexy girls which clung to my every fantasy. But everything, fantasy or dream, changed mid-year, during a P.E class. It was an ordinary P.E class (at first), with Joey, and Sarah (not the one with the cutting smile), and Brittany, and Stefana, and Marcus, and Lucas, and Mike (not me, another Mike), and of course Olivia. Our coach,. I pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. I put the salt shaker in the middle of the table, where poker chips usually lay, and indicated to Bobby and Eric that they should sit on opposite sides of the table.Once they were seated, I said, “This is a game. Gator, your objective is to grab that salt shaker. Bobby, your objective is to stop him.”Eric lurched instantly. His hand described a wide arc, but he missed, because the salt shaker moved.“Wait!“ I yelled. “There are rules!”“What the. “I don’t wanna do this.” She whispered with a trembling voice. She looked at me with fearful eyes. I smiled at her. A kind, soothing smile. I took my hand back from her pussy. I saw the expression on her face suddenly soften, as she thought I’m going to be so considerate and do whatever she tells me. At that moment, as I saw her full confidence in me rise up again.She started gasping, pleading for me to stop. “Please. Let’s just forget it. I’m just not ready. Please!” I forced my tongue into. "Please do," the boy added"I'll see you in an hour. How will I find you?" I asked."I'll come get you Dixie, I know the way." he was all proud that he could find me again."Fair enough," I replied. I wrote the kids emails, then I checked messages. I found that I had a voice message from the detective."Just wanted to let you know I talked to the DA. They are not going to charge you with anything. He might want you to come back and testify against the others. I know you can't recognize any of them,.