” Kristen looked at Jordan and giggled. “Jordan, your dick is hard again.”“Are you surprised?” Jordan laughed.“No, I suppose not.” I rea...hed into my pants and panties and wiggled a finger around the entrance to my pussy. I pulled it out and held it towards Kristen.“You wet too?” I asked her.She blushed but nodded. “Do I have to show you?”“No,” I laughed. “Admitting it is enough. How wet are you though?”“Very,” Kristen said bashfully. “Well, we’ll have to do this again sometime,” I grinned. “I’m. "Sorry. We actually don't watch many games. Most of the time weekends are times to spend with everyone. I think its Carolina playing Cincinnati this year." And we are rooting for?" Lenore asked."The cheerleaders," Jason and I said simultaneously.Lenore and Ashley laughed. I could feel Maurice shaking his head. "Man, that's just wrong. Are you not there to watch some good football?" Maurice asked.Ashley's laugh turned into a very sexy giggle. "Oh, I'm there because my man will be there, and I. ”“Let me try again,” I said, and he let me.If I could have chosen one of the three lessons to avoid, it would have been the third one. Not because my father said it would be the hardest — I knew it wouldn’t be that hard for me, but it was a lesson I didn’t feel I needed, and this made it seem so pointless, such a waste. From the cargo of twenty-four slave girls I had to choose one who would die — slowly and painfully, while the others had to watch, and while I would watch, too. Now that I had. “No clue. Greg gave it to me. You smoke?” I ask.“No, not really. My sister used to be a huge pothead.”We drove to a Starbucks, and I bought her a latte. We sat in my car, seats back, talking while enjoying our drinks. I played some music in the background really light, and I was having a great time. I was in the club for two days, and I felt like I knew her forever. She was my first, and we hung out like friends. I didn’t mind it at all, to be honest. I looked as she grabbed for her swim team.