’ She sighed. ‘I was born with a number of advantages: rich parents, good brain, good body and ambition. Men will always promote a woman who is pr...pared to go that little bit further. So I did.’ ‘I assumed you were a lesbian.’ ‘I am, but that doesn’t stop me. We do what we have to to succeed.’ I thought that I could never do that but didn’t say so. At least she was talking now. ‘I don’t think you want me to write that.’ She thought about this for a while, a long while. Then she seemed to reach. My mind drifted back to my career since that evening in Phoenix in this very stadium twenty-three years ago.I was that fastest man coming out of college in 2013. I held nearly every receiving and return record in the NCAA FBS. The fans in Denver nicknamed me ‘Amish Lightning’ and expected me to be the savior who would lead the Broncos to respectability and then the playoffs. The team already had a dominating defense, led by future Hall of Famer, Antwaan Booker. The Broncos offense was. My fingers were covered in her wetness, and I slowly pushed the entire length of my middle finger into her ass. She groaned, then a jet of hot fluid gushed out of her pussy and ran down her thighs. She jumped up (popping my finger out) and looked really embarrassed, but didn't say anything, and didn't tell me not to do it again.So the next week, I teased my way back to rubbing circles around her asshole before finally sliding my finger in. This time she didn't cum right away, so I slowly slid. Our feet tangle under the desks opposite one another like our bodies can’t quite be without one another’s touch.As time passes you barely notice, but I’ve nipped for a drink and on entering the door is closed, to keep us warm I jest.Back to the page, the everlasting reading of evaluative pieces. Deep in reading you notice my foot feels warmer sliding up your leg. You’re sleepy and fail to notice it’s actually a hand until it’s on your thigh and smoothly, gently caressing your legs. Absent.