Trent, my backup, slumped. I wasn’t here to play, but to lend moral support.“Trent, you’re the man today. I thought I’d see how you’re comin... along,” I said.Alan told me they’d split yesterday. Bloomington had taken the first game and they’d beaten Mt. Vernon. Their last game was against Trinity. Coach Rector wanted to win the Springfield game, where he’d coached at last year.Springfield won the toss and deferred, meaning we got the ball first. Trent dropped back and promptly threw the ball. I took in every inch of her body with my eyes. Her silky hair, lovely face, full breasts, slim waist and those gorgeous legs of hers. Her matching lace panties enticed me . She wanted me to touch her all over too. I sat up as she stepped towards me and reached up to play with her breasts. She sighed and tossed her hair to one side as she felt my hands cup her breasts and begin to rub them gently. Then she felt my hot breath through the lace of her bra as I began to lick her nipples and I could. He noticed that she left the first three buttons on her white blouse unbuttoned.She leaned forward and asked in a low voice that was supposed to be seductive, "So Mr. Lucas, what are you doing this weekend?"Not you, he wished he could say to her stupid barbie doll face. "I need to speak with Holly, now if you would please excuse us?" he said firmly."Oh, I can wait..." She winked, but he simply pointed to the door, the expression on his face leaving no room for argument. Melissa left, but not. After about twenty minutes, I finally told them what I had been thinking."Mom, Aunt Britney, what would you think about Jenna and I moving out?" I pondered.Our moms looked at each other, and Jenna seemed to like the idea. I hadn't talked to Jenna about it yet because I was sure she felt the same way I did."Well, if that's what you both want. We'll support you," Sasha let us know.It was really that easy. I knew Jenna and I were still a little young to live on our own, but I was sure we could.