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"I'm... I'm sorry?" he offered, more as a question than a statement. He expected to reprimanded, but the look in her eyes was anything but angry.

The chemistry between them was powerful.

Andy then reconsidered. "Or maybe I'm not... not... at all."

He reached his hand out and touched her arm.
 
Stephanie's laugh matched his as she felt him shrinking inside her. She shifted her hips, and rolled the two of them over so that she was on top of him, both legs on either side of him, so he couldn't fall out of her. "I think, I love you too Will.." she said in a whisper, as she leaned down and kissed him gently. She ran her hands down his chest.
 
Will was taken aback, but very pleased as she rolled them over, her now on top. It was a whole new sensation, with a whole new view. He felt their combined wetness begin to seep from her onto him, coating his balls with a warmth he had never felt.

If ever there were a time to see if he would re-invigorate, this would be it.

He felt her twitch around him as lifted his head, bringing her full breast to within licking distance of his tongue. Her right nipple responded wonderfully to his sucking, and as his hips began to thrust slightly under her body, he felt his cock begin to twinge; he couldn't be sure, yet, but he thought maybe another erection was forming, even as he was still inside her.

His sucking became more vigorous.
 
"Oh Will.." Stephanie moaned as he sucked on her nipple. She ground her hips to his, matching his thrusts. She ran her fingers through his hair, she could feel his cock twitch slightly inside of her, she smiled and hoped that he'd be able to get another erection. She wasn't done with him yet.
 
"Nothing to be sorry about..." Jaycie stated, smiling at him.

Her eyes met his, as he took his words back. Running a hand through her hair, she smiled.

Feeling him touch her arm, she took his other hand in hers, running her thumb over his smooth skin.
 
How had he been blessed to find this girl, Will wondered to himself. As her body continued to respond, so did his. His hands grasped both her breasts, his face buried in her fullness.

"Fuck... Steph... amazing...." was all he could mutter as he grew harder and harder. Their abundant wetness provided incredible lubrication for the two lovers.

"I... love.... you... so... much...."

His words began to time with his thrusting as he felt her body grasp his.
Andy's eyes closed, his lips parting slightly as he drew near to her. He could feel her warmth; her scent drew him in.

"Kiss me... please..." he beaconed quietly, longingly.
 
Jaycie smiled, watching him.

At his words, she smirked, and then kissed him full on the lips. Roughly, she leaned her body into his, her arms wrapping around his neck.

She kissed him roughly, her lips working with his.
 
"Oh Will.. I love you so much too.." she groaned, she could feel him growing harder inside her. She loved the feel of him on her breasts. "Will.. Make love to me again.." she moaned, rubbing her body against him, grinding her hips against him.
 
Andy and Jaycie's kiss quickly became quite passionate, the sexual energy in the room having become extremely high.

Their tongues clashed as his hand grasped her ass. He was certain she could feel his emerging hardness as their bodies pressed together.
 
Rylee could feel him hardening, and it was a total turn on for her.

Her tongue worked with his as their kiss deepened.

As he grabbed her ass, she slipped her hand down to lift up the hem of his shirt.
 
Will's member was now nearly fully hard within her. His mouth moved from her breasts, though he grasped one in each hand tightly. His kisses went from her chest to her neck to her chin until their lips met again. His tongue pressed in her mouth, the heat and passion rising quickly.

His hips began to jut off the mattress, pressing his revived length in her, again and again. He thrust left and right, seeking to touch new places within her.
Andy's lips never left hers as he spoke.

"Damn, Jaycie, you're driving me insane..." though he was certain she already knew that.

He loved the soft feel of her ass, and wished that the clothing separating them would magically disappear.

He felt her warm hand touch the hard skin of his abs. And he knew he wanted more.
 
Jaycie smiled at him.

"There is much more where that came from..." She teased him.

As her hands worked up and across his abs, their lips moving together roughly.
 
Andy's hand wanted to press down to the hem of her skirt and explore upward.... but then he remembered where they were. Risk was great, but that would just be a bit too much.

"I want... to be... close to you," he confessed in a hushed voice. He then glanced toward the door. It was still quiet in the hallway. For now.

"But... I don't want... to be interrupted," he continued between kisses.

Their bodies were pressing closer now; he felt the mounds of her breasts pressing against his heaving chest.
 
Stephanie's breathing was rough and laboured. "Oh god," she groaned against his lips. She ground her hips to his, matching his thrusts. She wanted him to stay inside her forever, he just felt so good. And he was so good at what he was doing, brushing against her g-spot. She could already feel the pleasure rising. She ran a hand in his hair, and the other down his chest. She pressed against him, tightening the grip he had on her breasts. She loved the way he touched her.
 
The second orgasm is never as intense, or prolonged, as the first. Or so Andy would soon learn. But the good news is, it's easier to hold off, and he was learning this, as well.

He was fully hard now, and thrusting hard, matching her movements with his own. He, too, never wanted this moment to end.

But he started to get tired, dammit, his mind screamed. Sweet was covering his chest. He pulled his legs up, digging his heels into the mattress, changing just slightly the angle within her.

Her downward motions hit with his upward motions, and their pelvises crashed together. Neither lover anticipated how sore they would be later.

His hands left her breasts, also becoming sweaty, and moved to her ass, kneeding the soft fleshy skin.

"Baby... I'm gonna... cum...." He wanted to hold off, but strength was waning. He knew it was now or never.
 
Jaycie pressed her body close to his, her breasts pushing against his chest.

Listening to him speak, she replied "Me..too..." She commented, her voice heavy.

She pulled back slightly, and looked towards the door. Wondering how much time they had.

Jaycie finally couldn't take it anymore, she slipped off his shirt, her hands running over his body.
 
Stephanie could barely hear his words as she reached her orgasm, "Will!" she almost screamed out. Her entire body was pulsing with pleasure. It took her a moment to figure out what he had said; "Oh baby, come on; cum for me." she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck. She ground her hips harder, hoping to make him feel wonderful.
 
Her advances increased Andy's motivation. It was still quiet in the hallway.

His foot reached back and spun the door shut. It clicked loudly.

His hands went down, reaching under her top. Finding her soft, warm skin, he was quickly passing the point of no return.

Kissing deeply, he walked her back till her bottom pressed against a desk by the wall; they were out of the direct view of the door. His right hand stayed on her side, touching bare skin. His left went down her hip, finding her leg just below the edge of her black dance shorts; his hand raised, the dark fabric offering little resistance to his hand.

His breathing was fast, his tongue erratic.
 
Jaycie smiled hearing the door close, as they moved to the table, she loved the feeling of his hand on her skin.

Her hands worked up and down his skin, her body reacted to his touches.

Feeling his hand moving to her skirt, as she let her hands run all over his body.
 
It was as if every muscle in Will's body was both tightened like steel yet still out of control. His legs and arms trembled wildly, his hips thrust erratically. He felt the walls of her vagina spasm around him, coaxing out his own flow, making it impossible to hold off a moment longer.

"UHH! UHH! UHH!" he grunted without control; perhaps it was her body that was the only thing holding him to the mattress.

Will was totally, thoroughly spent; going on a moment longer was humanly impossible.

He held her tight, aftershocks continuing to rock his body.

"Steph... Steph..." All he could do was utter her name, over and over.
 
"Oh Will.." she moaned, kissing from his chest to his neck, to his lips. She kissed him deeply. She ground her hips lightly, hoping to help him hold onto his pleasure as long as he could. She rubbed her hands along his body.
 
Will literally couldn't take it any longer. Her touches were driving him crazy on his super-sensitive skin. Involuntatrily he started to giggle, quickly spreading to full-scale laughter.

"Stephanie, I never saw this coming," he had to admit. "But I'm sure as hell glad that it did!"

Playfully then he reached down, beginning to tickle her ass, upper thighs, and back.
Mark Evans was still a member of Beta, though he no longer lived at the House. He had lived there his Junior and Senior years at State, when as a star soccer player he had gotten State's team into the NCAA tournament, only to blow his knee out in the semi-finals. That fateful injury changed his plans to sports management, which necessitated another two years at State following what should have been his senior year.

That was two years ago, and now at 24 he spent his free time coaching at soccer clinics and camps while finishing his advanced degree.

This past summer he had coached for seven weeks at the Westminster Sports Camp for Soccer, and now back at State he was serving as an assistant coach for both the men's and women's teams.

Two weeks at Westminster had been women's soccer camps, and the other five were for men... each presenting its own set of challenges and rewards. And not surprisingly, one of the benefits of having their students coach at the camps was the fact that many of the high school students who attended were drawn to the represented colleges and universities, State being no exception.

Once the school year started, Mark inevitably recognized students he had worked with at Westminster. And one female student in particular stood out. Rylee James.

Mark easily recognized Rylee. He was uncertain whether she would recall him or not. She was, certainly, much more interested in the younger guys.
 
Rylee had spent the summer at a soccer summer camp, Westminister Sports Camp, to be exact. Seven weeks in soccer heaven. She had gotten a scholarship for playing soccer all through high school, and winning. She was the best out there, as some would say. State was lucky to have her. She had heard all of it, how lucky she was, how her life was perfect, everything. Soccer was her life, everything else didn't matter to her.

When Rylee had joined State, she had instantly gone to the soccer field. She wasn't interested in anything else. Rylee was a freshman this year, on the women's team, and living, breathing, and loving soccer. The school year was already in full swing when the soccer teams had been notified that they would be getting a new assistant coach. Mark Evans. Rylee knew his name sounded familiar, and yet she couldn't place it for some reason.

Rylee got to practice early to practice on her own some, the coach didn't care, and today they were supposed to meet the new assistant coach. As she dribbled her hot pink soccer ball around the field, she did some foot work, and then began shooting goals from different angles. She didn't even notice as the coach and Mark walked up to the sidelines. She was so focused on what she was doing, she didn't notice anything about her surroundings.
 
Jaycie's touches were setting Andy's desires on fire; the lump in his pants was increasing to an unstoppable point, and his hands tingled as they explored her smooth skin.

His left hand, in particular, continued up her leg, feeling the erotic softness of her toned body. She was offering no resistance, so his hand continued up the back of her leg until he came to the roundness of her ass; if she was wearing panties, he had missed them. Or perhaps a thong?

His right hand changed position, raising to course through her blonde hair. Her strands of hair separated to flow between his fingers. He pulled her face a bit closer to his as their kiss intensified.
Coach Johnson and Assistant Coach Evans had worked on their strategy. Since Mark had 'grown up' on the team, Coach Johnson was well aware of his strengths.

They discussed which students would be returning, which were scholarships, which names Mark recognized from that summer's camps.

As they approached the field, Mark nodded his head toward Rylee. "That's James," he began to explain. "Rylee James. She's intense, and extremely motivated about her game. Which makes her good... very good."

He paused and look at his senior. His voice went quiet. "There seems to be some pain in her life... almost like soccer is her escape. I don't know what her family life is like; she very closed about those kinds of things. But I assume that's why her game is so intense. We just need to find a way to temper it; she will set a pick that will knock a player into next Tuesday!"

Coach Johnson noticed how focused she was, even as she practiced. He nodded approvingly.

Other players had assembled; a collection of balls were flying about.

A whistle blew. "Gather round," Coach Johnson commanded.
 
Jaycie moaned slightly, as his hands moved over her body. She loved the feeling of his hands on her, it was an intense turn on for her. She was wearing a thong, so as his hand traveled up to her ass, she knew that she had chosen the right underwear. She smiled, and as his hand ran through her hair, she smiled, and then kissed him roughly. Her arms running over his toned abs, and chest. Tracing patterns, and just different things.

Everything he was doing was turning her on, she finally let herself take off her shirt, a black push up bra was revealed as she proceeded to kiss him rougher.
 
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