"Not here, Carol," he said, "unless you want the whole damned team up here fucking

the piss out of you."

She laughed again in that throaty way. "Would they do that? Fuck me here? Would they actually come up here and fuck me?"

"You've given them damn near painful hard-ons." he said. "What's a guy to do?"

"Mmmm, a gang-bang might be what I need right now," she murmured, writhing her ass on the wooden bleacher. "I wouldn't mind that, I don't think."

"It could get rough," he warned.

She detected what she hoped was jealousy. She smiled up, at him. "I was just teasing, Mike."

"I know," he said. "Big seriously, Carol, those guys could get rough if you keep flashing them that cunt."

"I haven't let them see me that way," she replied. "Only a little leg, that's all. You've seen my cunt before."

"But they haven't." He pointed out a group of boys sitting on the court, waiting for the practice to start again.

A whistle blew and he stood up. "Meet me at the place behind the gym in half an hour," he said, trotting easily down the bleachers to resume practice.

Carol sat for another fifteen or twenty minutes, watching the teenage boys race about. Meeting Mike behind the gym meant he was not going with her this evening. She wasn't really disappointed. She knew what she would be doing behind the gym, too. But she

didn't mind that because she loved it as much as he did. But it also meant she wouldn't be with him hardly more than ten or fifteen minutes. That was a disappointment to her because she had wanted to run her hands over his body, feel his tight, smooth, youthful flesh and play with him. She loved to stroke his thighs, feel of his tight ass, fondle his hairy balls and nuzzle at his hard cock.