Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
Sarah sighed, weekend was coming up. Her parents were going out of town so their two daughters were planning on spending the weekend with their boyfriends over. They hadn't been very rebellious about it, their parents finding the boys nice and sweet easily. It made it all even more perfect when they turned out to not go for the other sibling than the one they had met. She wanted time to pass, her last class being almost over as she had to get home. A lot of stuff had to be prepared before the boys would be there.
The bell rang, letting the class end as the girl got up. She had barely turned seventeen, though she was no virgin. She had been with her boyfriend for a few years now and loved him more than anything. She had long, wavy chestnut hair, going to the middle of her back. She had a decent bust, filling out a 35C cup as well as her body was fitting into the much wanted hourglass shape of the older girls. She was wearing the usual school clothes, a black skirt that went to just above her knees and an orange shirt. Beneath that, she was planning a surprise for her boyfriend, a set of black lace panties and bra.
She headed home instantly, taking her own car. They had a large driveway, leaving space for the three cars the family owned, a large van for their parents and two smaller coupe's for the girls. Her's was red, used though still running nicely as she parked in her usual spot before rushing inside, unlocking the door. "I'm home!" Her voice rang out, used to her mother being home already.
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Simon threw the ball, pitching it perfectly as the batter missed. He was the star pitcher on the school's baseball team. Tall, with a fit chest, showing off easily when he threw the ball. It was only a practice game, but his coach had told him to focus. If he didn't stay in shape, they could risk the state championship. He put a grin on his face while his teeth grinding against the chewing gum. It was obvious he enjoyed his sport as the girls seemed to love him for being good too. But his mind was set on one girl at a time. He wasn't planning on leaving her until something went terribly wrong.
He was 19 years old, short, spiky black hair covering his head and the most boyish grin one could imagine. He wasn't like most other guys, he was tall. He could be a basketballplayer for all that mattered. He stood at almost 6'4, looking over everyone else. His usual dressing style contained blue jeans and black shirts, sometimes even hoodies but right in that moment, he was in the baseball uniform. He grabbed the sun-shield on the cap, turning it a full round as he grabbed the ball with one hand. He had done the first strike and only two more to get this guy out.
He continued, throwing precise and aimed, the ball spinning in the air. It came close to hitting the high speeds expected of a college player, it was also his ticket into a good college. He was making decent grades aside that. The whistle blowed, the practice match ended after his third throw, striking the guy out and ending the game. It was all a matter of thanking for a good game before he could leave for the showers. He had an entire weekend with his girlfriend that he was looking heavily forward to. He left the field, for once ignoring the coach's words about how they had played as he headed into the showers, scrubbing down quickly.
The bell rang, letting the class end as the girl got up. She had barely turned seventeen, though she was no virgin. She had been with her boyfriend for a few years now and loved him more than anything. She had long, wavy chestnut hair, going to the middle of her back. She had a decent bust, filling out a 35C cup as well as her body was fitting into the much wanted hourglass shape of the older girls. She was wearing the usual school clothes, a black skirt that went to just above her knees and an orange shirt. Beneath that, she was planning a surprise for her boyfriend, a set of black lace panties and bra.
She headed home instantly, taking her own car. They had a large driveway, leaving space for the three cars the family owned, a large van for their parents and two smaller coupe's for the girls. Her's was red, used though still running nicely as she parked in her usual spot before rushing inside, unlocking the door. "I'm home!" Her voice rang out, used to her mother being home already.
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Simon threw the ball, pitching it perfectly as the batter missed. He was the star pitcher on the school's baseball team. Tall, with a fit chest, showing off easily when he threw the ball. It was only a practice game, but his coach had told him to focus. If he didn't stay in shape, they could risk the state championship. He put a grin on his face while his teeth grinding against the chewing gum. It was obvious he enjoyed his sport as the girls seemed to love him for being good too. But his mind was set on one girl at a time. He wasn't planning on leaving her until something went terribly wrong.
He was 19 years old, short, spiky black hair covering his head and the most boyish grin one could imagine. He wasn't like most other guys, he was tall. He could be a basketballplayer for all that mattered. He stood at almost 6'4, looking over everyone else. His usual dressing style contained blue jeans and black shirts, sometimes even hoodies but right in that moment, he was in the baseball uniform. He grabbed the sun-shield on the cap, turning it a full round as he grabbed the ball with one hand. He had done the first strike and only two more to get this guy out.
He continued, throwing precise and aimed, the ball spinning in the air. It came close to hitting the high speeds expected of a college player, it was also his ticket into a good college. He was making decent grades aside that. The whistle blowed, the practice match ended after his third throw, striking the guy out and ending the game. It was all a matter of thanking for a good game before he could leave for the showers. He had an entire weekend with his girlfriend that he was looking heavily forward to. He left the field, for once ignoring the coach's words about how they had played as he headed into the showers, scrubbing down quickly.