My stomach is churning. It’s going to be my turn soon. Heather walks to the top of the court with the basketball, and motions Mike and I to join her...‘Alright then,’ she says, trying to sound official, ‘this is going to be a 1-on-1 game of streetball; winner’s ball.’ ‘We are going to play to thirty,’ she continues in the same ridiculously officious voice, her face turning slightly red from silliness of it all. ‘The winner gets...’ she pauses, her face now bright red. ‘The winner gets Julie and. She looked relaxed but not quite still, burning with energy, giving the impression that 24 hrs in the day weren’t enough for her. She was dressed in tight blue jeans & a black leather jacket. Her thick wavy blonde hair flowed beautifully down to her toned shoulders. She was very extremely gorgeous, albeit in a very non-typical way, I’d say; around a foot shorter than me (maybe around 5’1”). She had a nice firm body (especially the few selected portions . . !) — seemed like she worked out a lot,. I continued the cocktail which was a hideous combination of vitamins and drugs and it was pretty brutal on my stomach and insides. I tried to stay in as good shape as possible.It was because of the shape I stayed in that I started to get noticed by other women. They flirted with me and hey, I'm human so I flirted back. Soon I was asking and accepting dates as I found out there was life after Jessy. I would not put myself into a situation where I was intimate, but I was lonely and enjoyed the. I felt a warm hand brushing along my arm on the right side, and then up onto my rib cage where she began softly caressing my chest. Within less than a minute, I had the same sensation on my left side. Moments later, both my nipples were being toyed with. My dick was actually throbbing as they joked with each other about who could make the tent taller, and argued over who's pussy was the wettest The brunette, who I wouldn't have chosen, was laying to my right side, and since she was the first.