Where it happened: school event
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Cheryl was in the seventh grade. I was too but she was built like a miniature woman with breasts and buns. She knew it too. She was even taller than I was by three maybe four inches. I was five foot and taller than most, great at basketball. This was the end of a school year. We were into track season. In junior high seventh graders are the reserves, scrubs, canon fodder. Not me! At football I played specialty squad—kicker. I put through all the extra points and two different field goals on varsity—lettered. I never started in basketball but I played defense twice in varsity, got a free shot and made it and track! You name it. I was definitely varsity in every event. Cheryl noticed.
It was getting dark. The lights were already on. I finished a long race and went to sit on the last bench of the last bleacher and took off my shirt. I thought I had a good bod, muscles of my upper arms were defined—if I flexed a little. I had a definite ab six-pac with a little tightening of the gut. The sweat was real. Cheryl noticed. In the showers with just a quick look I’d say I was above average—for the seventh grade. I saw Cheryl look my way. I smiled and waved big. She didn’t respond, looked away. I pretended to wring out my shirt, gave it a couple whacks on the bench and dropped my head between my knees.
Then someone was in front of me. I looked up right into Cheryl’s tits. She held a paper cup with cold water. She didn’t say anything.
I took the cup, drank it and gasped, “Thanks”.
She sat down almost touching my leg and handed me a towel and said, “Where did you place?”
“First! I won it.” She said, “I know. You won all the dashes and the long jump.”
“Pole vault is next. My specialty.”
She didn’t respond but she put her hand on my upper leg. She left it there a moment then examined the sweaty palm, and wiped it on my bicep. At that point had I been in the showers I’d definitely been the winner. I wanted to catch her wrist but she was turned toward me and she reached up the leg of my shorts. The back of her hand against my leg. The tip of her fingers touching the end of my pride.
“Want to kiss me?”
I did and I did a long time. We held the tips of our tongues together. She pushed her hand up and fondled the head of it and it grew right into her grasp. Without a word she got up and walked around behind the bleacher. I followed. We kissed again. Her arms hung at her sides then she reached forward and into my shorts lifting me out. I pulled her shorts down in one motion hoping to bring down her panties but I didn’t. She turned around and took off her own. I had one in my wallet (not much else). I took the moment to get it on. Everything went like it was planned. She was wet and I had no trouble getting inside. Her clit was automatically in my hands. I dug my fingers into it and pushed and we came together. Dressed in a hurry and I won the pole vault too.
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