She beamed.“I guess she had to go in early,” I sighed. Zoë opened the washroom and entered before me.“Zoë! I need to pee,” I pleaded.“And ...I need to shower,” She retorted. She had been about to roll her eyes. Her cheeks flared red, “Oh my God! I can’t believe I need to get used to privacy again.” She exited her whisper into a giggle, “Pee quick. I stink.”“Get out of the door,” She hurried aside as I rushed in.“Don’t start or finish with Connie,” Zoë was counting on her fingers up until nine. I. “But I haven’t paid for my groceries,” she objected.“We can do that on the way. No backing out now you’ve agreed. I hate drinking alone, even just coffee.”This confused her, as she didn’t remember agreeing to anything, but she didn’t want to make a scene, and after all, what harm could there be, right there in the supermarket where everyone could see? He did seem a nice man and had listened very carefully to her advice about the fish the previous week.When they got to the checkout she didn’t. I can’t tell any of my friends because they’d totally rake me over the coals. I don’t even wanna think of how savagely they’d roast me if they knew... My friends are assholes, as would be expected of them, being jocks, guys on the college football team, D-1. My teammates, bros are all banging cheerleaders, but, for me, as the kicker, even though I won 4 games last season with my foot, and kicked us into a national ranking, and televised bowl game, it’s always the quarterback, receivers,. --The drive to my soccer practise was quite long, since we had to drivethrough the whole city.This let me to forget my current predicament until I placed my bag on thebench inside the changing room.Thanks to Jenna's legs, I was now quite a chuck bigger than the rest of myteam.This small boost in confidence was quickly crushed by the awkwardness ofhaving to change in a room full of guys while possessing a 24 year oldwoman's lower body.I quickly peeled the skin tight jeans from Jenna's delicate.