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“Hi!”
Roger Watson looked up from his book to find Brittany Morrison standing in the doorway. She was still in her cheerleader costume, and that did more than enough to distract the boy’s concentration during the game, let alone here. Brittany had the sort of body that had the team beating off all night just thinking about it. Particularly in the little blue-and-white skirt that flicked around her thighs, and the tight blouse-like top that showed the outline of her little bra and every curve of her luscious tits.
“What are you doing here?” he asked stupidly.
“Oh, a few of us smuggled ourselves in,” she said softly, swaying seductively in the doorway. “Why don’t you come into the rec-room? We’ve got a proposition for you.”
“But coach said …”
“Coach is asleep,” Brittany said. “Come on.” She teased him by sliding her little skirt up her thighs, showing him more of the delicious curves than he could stand. “Just a few of us, and just a few of you–just the ones we want to talk to.” She tossed her lovely blonde hair over her shoulders and pouted at him.
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