Danny nodded and shuffled closer, putting his arm around Sharon's shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel the lush softness of her body...against his side, the ample, warm swell of the side of her breast brushing against his chest. He briefly wondered if Sylvia would be jealous, or even care at all."I think that might be him! Kiss me," whispered Sharon out of the corner of her mouth."What?" blurted Danny in surprise."Kiss me!" she hissed."Ah, sure.." Danny turned awkwardly towards. Biff Talbot lead his four friends into the now-deserted locker room. Together, they made up the first- string offensive line of the Greenwood Bulldogs, the football team at Greenwood High. As offensive linemen, they had not been picked for their speed, dexterity or intelligence. No; they occupied the position they did on the football team because of their size. The smallest of them, Billy Paxter - "little Bill" - was 6'2" and weighed just over 240 lbs. He received a lot of ribbing on the team. . He'd get quite a shock, right? Well you're my good girl now, so you just keep taking it up that tight hole!' He slipped his hand down to cup her breast and felt how hard her nipple was - a swollen, protruding bud of arousal. Instinctively he put his other hand to her pussy and thrilled with delight. It was more than moist like earlier, there was a veritable marshland between her legs, all but dribbling its juice down her thighs. 'Oh my God, you're soaking!' he said in awe, and he eased off in. I didn't pay him any mind since I was watching TV and he sat beside me in his usual boxers and t-shirt. He just started chatting. I was wearing a spaghetti string top and a pleated summer skirt. We kept chatting and started joking with one another. I would call him old and fat and laugh and he would tell me to shut up in a joking way and jump on me and try to nibble on my neck, which was my funny spot. I already knew what he was trying to do.I noticed he was semi-hard in his boxers. Every time.