He could smell her hair, after a workout smelling of sweat and vanilla. He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her nipples on the way down.... Her breath slowing, her hands exploring him at the same time. As he kissed her, tasting her raspberry lip gloss, his hands slid into her shorts. He could feel the smallest amount of soft hair, and lower her soft lips, moist with anticipation. Slowly, he lowered her so that she was sitting on the bench. Grabbing her shorts and panties, he. Big time.Desire burns. For reasons only alcohol can explain, I need him to know. Had told myself as I sat facing the dresser mirror adjusting the dress straps that I was going to wait to reveal the surprise, but it's bursting to escape.The barman slithers my drink across by its base and I lean to my companion. Hush my voice near his ear. "And I'm not wearing panties."I straighten and catch his open-mouthed stare that turns into a broad grin. He takes a slug of spirit and I watch his throat. Like Hudson had told the June Bug, Boge Hollins and Jazz Carey made sure no one got out of hand. Glassy eyes or no-shows at the report card meeting would mean a strict crack down. Coach Winslow kept the Sunday meeting time flexible to assure there were no plans made around it.Altogether about 40 players jammed the party room to celebrate their win that afternoon. Many of the rest of the team were with girlfriends or parents who came to the games and took them out afterwards. The three female. They also looked like soldiers or fitness guys to us. Very strong and also with a strong demeanor.They smiled at us and a minute later they were standing at our table. They were almost 1.90m tall and very muscular. Somehow, I felt aroused by them.They introduced themselves as Dmitri and Vladimir, two Russian soldiers and friends who were on their annual time off. They didn't ask if they could sit at our table, they just sat down and started talking:They said: "You two crazy beautiful girls.