Indiscretion
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Joe Jensen: 18yo
http://imgur.com/WaLj5Ec
I am the star quarterback and the school stud. And I know it. Here in Texas, football is everything. Think Friday Night Lights. The high school football players are celebrities. The team this year is in the State Championship game and we are virtually worshipped by the team community. As the star, I am recognised everywhere, asked for autographs, bought free drinks, stopped for handshakes and photos and girls around town are throwing themselves at me constantly. For the most part, this is high school girls - I've slept with all the hot ones - and college-aged girls (with or without boyfriends). Even the moms flirt with me, which I especially enjoy. Things have started to go a little further than that with one of the women who comes to every game. The defensive co-ordinator's wife has been attracting my attention. I never thought that much of him. He's an overweight slob if you ask me. I'm not quite sure how he attracted that younger piece of ass after his first wife let him.
So, despite all the attention that I get, I have some plans for you. Despite the fact that you've only been showing up to games and practices for a few weeks, everyone on the team agrees you're hot as hell and in the lockerroom we often talk about what we'd like to do with you if we got you away from your husband. You're a trophy wife type - big tits, gym body, designer clothes - but you're not stupid. Brunette, with curves in all the right places. We all like the little outfits you wear to games, jumping up and down on the sidelines with your tits and ass jiggling and waving to me. I've heard that you have started to talk about me a lot around town - how hot I am, what a great player I am, how lucky I'm going to make some girl feel. I even heard you have a poster of me up in your bedroom, which is pretty weird but hot at the same time given you're a happily married woman. I thought these were just rumors until I saw you at a game wearing a tight, replica jersey with my name on it that you've tied off tiny booty shorts.
You were the first person to rush the field to congratulate me after that game, pressing your tits against me when you hugged me and gazing up with big adoring eyes. Your husband just looked on helplessly and I thought you were about to ask me to autograph your tits when I was swept away by well wishers. Since then every time I see you it's been clear by what you say and how you behave that you worship me. I get off on it but figure that it's just a case of you being a super fan and I assume nothing will come of it. Your husband and you have organised a cook out and pool party for after the opening game of the season. Everyone in the team was speculating about how you'd look in a bikini and we're looking forward to seeing your body.
During the game you're wearing an outfit that is skimpy even by your standards, ass and tits shaking around as you jump up and down like usual, trying to get my attention. You're distracting all the men at the event, even the refs! I wave at you a few times, earning me a cold look from your husband on the sidelines. I don't care at all - I'm the star and he's in charge of the defense, which has nothing to do with me.
We win the game on a long touch down pass from me. As usual, you're one of the first out onto the field, pressing your tits into me and gazing up at me while I slip an arm around your waist to return the hug, confidently letting my hand slide down lower than is appropriate, wondering how you'll react...
http://imgur.com/WaLj5Ec
I am the star quarterback and the school stud. And I know it. Here in Texas, football is everything. Think Friday Night Lights. The high school football players are celebrities. The team this year is in the State Championship game and we are virtually worshipped by the team community. As the star, I am recognised everywhere, asked for autographs, bought free drinks, stopped for handshakes and photos and girls around town are throwing themselves at me constantly. For the most part, this is high school girls - I've slept with all the hot ones - and college-aged girls (with or without boyfriends). Even the moms flirt with me, which I especially enjoy. Things have started to go a little further than that with one of the women who comes to every game. The defensive co-ordinator's wife has been attracting my attention. I never thought that much of him. He's an overweight slob if you ask me. I'm not quite sure how he attracted that younger piece of ass after his first wife let him.
So, despite all the attention that I get, I have some plans for you. Despite the fact that you've only been showing up to games and practices for a few weeks, everyone on the team agrees you're hot as hell and in the lockerroom we often talk about what we'd like to do with you if we got you away from your husband. You're a trophy wife type - big tits, gym body, designer clothes - but you're not stupid. Brunette, with curves in all the right places. We all like the little outfits you wear to games, jumping up and down on the sidelines with your tits and ass jiggling and waving to me. I've heard that you have started to talk about me a lot around town - how hot I am, what a great player I am, how lucky I'm going to make some girl feel. I even heard you have a poster of me up in your bedroom, which is pretty weird but hot at the same time given you're a happily married woman. I thought these were just rumors until I saw you at a game wearing a tight, replica jersey with my name on it that you've tied off tiny booty shorts.
You were the first person to rush the field to congratulate me after that game, pressing your tits against me when you hugged me and gazing up with big adoring eyes. Your husband just looked on helplessly and I thought you were about to ask me to autograph your tits when I was swept away by well wishers. Since then every time I see you it's been clear by what you say and how you behave that you worship me. I get off on it but figure that it's just a case of you being a super fan and I assume nothing will come of it. Your husband and you have organised a cook out and pool party for after the opening game of the season. Everyone in the team was speculating about how you'd look in a bikini and we're looking forward to seeing your body.
During the game you're wearing an outfit that is skimpy even by your standards, ass and tits shaking around as you jump up and down like usual, trying to get my attention. You're distracting all the men at the event, even the refs! I wave at you a few times, earning me a cold look from your husband on the sidelines. I don't care at all - I'm the star and he's in charge of the defense, which has nothing to do with me.
We win the game on a long touch down pass from me. As usual, you're one of the first out onto the field, pressing your tits into me and gazing up at me while I slip an arm around your waist to return the hug, confidently letting my hand slide down lower than is appropriate, wondering how you'll react...
