He opened the balcony door first before scooping her up in his arms. He could hear a young girl’s voice, humming as she set what he assumed was her school bag down. So far in her life, teachers and parents alike had told her to cover up without ever telling her why. Aaron had nothing to gain from it but he found himself wishing she would finish the job of stripping off her clothing. Peering through the glass he saw her entering the bathroom, presumably to wash her face and hands. She jolted, causing the towel to drop. Instead of pushing off of the wall, she let her arms buckle so their bodies moved together and he did not get any deeper. From what he could see from behind, her breasts were not large enough to require one yet. “I kinda want to know if the coach would even agree to fuck me and if it would feel different.”
“Why do you need someone else to fuck you at all?” Aaron was getting extremely disappointed in Georgia. Others were going to quit as well so the coach showed us a bidet in the locker room and how to use it.”
“Practice was hours ago. Only when she turned around did she see him. However he was failing to keep his eyes from being drawn.
