Victory Lap

I try out for the team on a whim, a lark. I'm so bad, it’s almost a joke. Yet I make the squad somehow, barely, the defensive coach admitting I’m there only because they need extra bodies during practice. But barely on the team still means I’m on the team, so there I am on … Continue reading Victory Lap

Until the Sun Rises

Her roommate Bethany was, amongst other offenses, a cheerleader, one with a slutty little grin and a fearsome mane of fiery red hair and a tight little pale body. She and Alicia did not get along in the slightest, for when she wasn’t strutting around the dorm room in her cutesy red-and-white cheer uniform, she tended to be nearly naked, not caring one whit if Alicia was there or wanted to have male company of her own. To make matters worse, Bethany had a nonstop string of ‘boyfriends’ who visited in no particular order or pattern, big and brawny men of all types plowing her brains out seemingly whenever she wanted. And she wanted a lot.

Carianne

She turns to throw the empty peel into the trash, and my gaze flits down to sneak a peek at her figure. I don’t mean to be a creep, and I don’t even really think of Carianne that way, but workout clothes are my weakness. And the way her bright blue sportsbra slips out from beneath the edges of her tank top, and the way her even brighter green stretch leggings hug her ass... well, it’s certainly delightful.

Lucinda

She is doing a stretch, one knee up on the bench, other on the ground, leaning forward, extending her leg behind her. She looks at her knee like it’s in pain, but really, the position is to show off her ass, the butt-hugging blue-and-green-and-white fabric stretched taut and shiny, tight up in her crack.