"Shoot!" Yelled Duncan Roloff, his classmate and good friend.But Andrew wasn't going to just shoot. He was going to make this look damn good."Fuck you...London." He whispered under his breath as he wound up for the slap shot. He released... or at least pretended to. It fooled the goalie, and Andrew pulled back the puck and fired it top corner. Ping.Bar-down.And just like that, the Harlan high Oilers were the high school cup A division champions.Andrew threw his gloves in the air and yanked his. In high school we both played sports, I was on the basketball team, and the track team, she too played on a couple teams, and she would always come watch my games whenever she could. Our relationship was perfect, almost too perfect, and if there was one problem we had, or at least that I had, was that we didn't have sex. She wasn't ready to have it yet, and she wanted to wait, but wait for what she never really said. In fact I didn't even get to see her pussy tll 2 years into our. I could see the plaid and pleats; I could see the knee socks and the shirt and blazer, the tie. I could see my schools uniform right there in front of me, on a hanger in Samantha’s hands. “Here you go little girl” she said, “figured you may as well look as true to Alanna as you can, so here you go” she pushed the uniform into my hands and snapped her fingers to hurry me up. I quickly started to dress. First I pulled on a small pink and black checkered pair of panties, as I would have expected a. Girls never noticed him, and the guys either laughed at him, or tried to force him to do their homework. It wasn't that he liked being alone--he was a red-blooded teenage male, after all--but he didn't seem to have many options. Barring a miracle, he was beginning to feel his books and games would continue to be his only real companions until he was done with college at least.He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting.