I continued watching the boys after our practices during the week. By the third practice I was locking the door to my office and lowering my shorts an...d underwear, and masturbating myself to orgasm while watching them. I became obsessed with getting an even closer look at the boys. I had my chance at our first Saturday practice. The bench space between the lockers was not very wide, and when one of the boys accidently bumped into a couple of the others, a shouting and shoving match broke out. “Ohh, Jesse you’re so nice why can’t I find a hot stud like you for myself?’” he mocked, in a poor attempt at a Scottish accent. Mia playfully slapped him on the arm, “I did not fucking say that!” “Ouch! Well I may have exaggerated a little but how do you know exactly what you said that night? You were drunk! Oh, and by the way, you really need to teach me your Beyoncé moves at some point.” Mia rubbed her forehead in frustration. Jesse was right, getting drunk was becoming a theme of her. Spill any what?”“Spill any sperm inside you. I can pull out if you let me do it.”“Sperm will get me pregnant; no you can’t put it inside me.”“Only if I cum inside you, I’ll pull out in time, promise.”“Come? What are you talking about.”“No not that come, cum c-u-m that’s what’s it’s called when I squirt.”“Squirt what?”“Are you dense? Cum, sperm the stuff that gets you pregnant! But I won’t do it inside you”“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I can feel your thing between my legs, it’s too big, it. Back in college David was a good friend of mine, he was always full of jokes and his eyes sparkled with secrets. But I often wondered at the insecurity that his jokes were meant to cover. David’s Asian features were rather feminine and accentuated by his long raven hair that flowed around his soft features. One day David sat down to have a talk with me. He took my hand gently in his, and a look of insecurity and even fear came about his features. “Christa,” he said, “I have something to tell.