The sophomore and me, an older guy. (Chapter 2)
The rest of my workout was spent rigorously trying to expend the energy that had built up in my balls. I had gotten better looking with age, had girlfriends, the occasional hookup and such. However, I had never had a girl thrust theirself towards me the way Katie had and I knew it was going to be difficult to reject her advances. I wanted to thrust myself back at her. Bend her over the weight room bench and take her little slit right then. But I was morally conflicted and in a state of perversion. On one hand, I had a beauty of a girl thrusting herself towards me for the first and probably only time. On the other hand, she was a 16 year old, sophomore in high school, one of my mom’s cheerleaders, …