"If you win the game Saturday, you can see my tits," Shauna Turin said, sidling up to her boyfriend, Pierre, and tickling his neck.

He looked at her, his strong, good-looking face angry and confused. He ran his fingers through his fair hair, his chest heaving.

"Shit, Shauna," he said suddenly, "will you cut the crap?"

He turned away.

"What do you mean, honey?"

He turned on her in a fury. "Do you know what Leonard and Dennis and Jock get?" he snarled.

"What?" Shauna asked sulkily, looking down at the floor and pouting.

"They get a full-scale blow-job!"

"Oh, yuck!" Shauna said nastily, petting her lovely, natural blonde hair around her face. "That's nasty, perverted – horrible!"

She pouted at Pierre and slid her fingers around her nipples as they pushed against the front of the tight cheerleader blouse.

"Well you'll have to mike up your mind, won't you?" she said. "A blow-job from one of them or a look at my tits."

She swayed her ass and watched him.

"Shit, Shauna!" Pierre gasped, his eyes running up and down her wonderful figure. "Come on, you gotta give out! I'm serious, I ain't gonna fuck any other girl if I can get you!"

He made a grab for her, but Shauna twisted away.

"You know the rules – only when we're married!" she giggled. She pouted her mouth into a kiss. "You know I'm worth it."

She was furious with Pierre for even mentioning anything as disgusting as oral sex. He'd pay for that. Even if they won the game, he'd just get a glimpse of her tits – and then with her bra still on. He was always trying to fuck her. Shauna wasn't like that, but he wouldn't believe it. She was a pure girl, waiting for marriage. In fact, the only thing Shauna didn't like about the thought of marriage was sex. You had to do it with your husband, but only when you couldn't avoid it. Shauna shivered, thinking about letting a man stick his cock into her soft cunt. But she'd have to go through it. She was so beautiful, so she was bound to get married.