No gain on first down. That was a win for us. Riverton trotted back to their huddle and we watched for the call from the sideline.“Lookin’ vanilla...today, boys,” Wade grinned. “Head, zipper.”We’d stay in our base alignment in a two-deep zone. Riverton broke their huddle and came up to the line of scrimmage in double tight again... “Down! Set! Hut!”The play looked identical, but I could see the handoff to the fullback was a fake, and the quarterback spun to toss the ball to the tailback, who was. These evolving feelings have reminded me of an experience that happened long ago that I would like to share with you. I was kind of a loner in school, timid with girls and intimidated by most of the guys. My skinny frame kept me out of most sports, and even if I had been the jock type I just wouldn't have fit in with the team mentality. Destiny, it seems, had destined me to a solitary existence. Then in my junior year Brian entered my life. Brian was one of the seniors on the cross country. Since Tasha and her step-sister both had similar builds and hair, I pulled Tasha out of line, and motioned Riley over to take her place, which she was all too eager to do. Maybe I needn't have bothered, because Kala guessed neither of them, and thought it was Lori. The guys immediately started clamoring for consequences, so Kala drew a card and held it up for someone to read to her. Riley looked at it and read: 'pencil-test', so Kala slid out of her top, and put her arms in the air. I knew she. She started sucking my nipples which began to drive me wild. “oh Fuck that feels awesome” I yelled, and she removed her top and let her soft pert breasts breathe freely in the summer evening. The sight of them was deleriously pleasing and her nipples were delightfully erect and wanting attention. She straddled me and leant down so that I could have a lick and suck as her breasts grazed my face, her hair falling over me, causing tickling tingles and sensations as it moved that somehow were.