The old man pulled the jug from under his knees, the wine sloshing as the truck jiggled. "Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't ...ll that much left."Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet dizzying drink down her. I told him why I was there and he was very sympathetic and said he would help me out. The bastard ended up telling me that if I gave him some pussy he would talk Bev into letting Beth on the squad.” Sandy said with even more anger in her voice.Cindy had said that Berry was fucking Sandy but Jean had assumed that it was just a rumor but now she wondered if the other part was true about Bev liking black men for sex. Jean decided to see what else Sandy might know.“So did you have sex with him?. He laughed. “You’re a hell of a friend.”I was hoping maybe he’d elaborate, suggest something else we might be, but I suppose it was too early in our relationship to come to any conclusions.“Should we get cleaned up or something?” I asked. My hands, chin and breasts were sticky as his sperm started to dry. I felt his second load leaking from between my legs and knew that would get sticky too if we didn’t wash it off soon. Plus, I just wanted to relax in some warm water. My body took a. .. sexually. It was nothing you'd ever heard of before, but after you'd been told, you just knew in your bones: this was what it was all about."You'll probably not be strong enough to compete with most of the other members, not until you get some proper training under your belt," she said then, looking at you with appraising eyes. Yet she smiled, encouragingly, and continued, "But you'll get there. Someone will help you. We might try to take each other as prizes on that mat, but we all want to.