Ginny hurried behind her best friend, quickly forgetting about her unpleasant encounter with the janitor back in the hall. The two girls had just rounded another corner when Ginny found herself colliding with Justin Hartman, captain of the football squad.

Her books tumbled from her hands, skittering across the smooth floor. It was all she could do to keep her balance. Cindy was still walking ahead of her, impatiently waving her hand to hurry.

"Gosh. Sorry about this, Ginny. Here, come on, I'll help."

Ginny felt both frustration and incredible excitement. Justin Hartman, here, at her feet, bending down and picking up her things. And he'd called her by her first name! Ginny had dreamed naughty dreams about Justin lately. There were times in her bed, even in class here at Fairmount High, when Ginny would feel that electric flame burning up her thighs, strangely chilling and yet scorching her young un-fucked cunt. It was then the blonde teenager would rub her thighs against one another, trying to hide the blush spreading over her cheeks while her breathing became raspy. It was the thought of Justin, Justin with that sexy smile, those dark-brown eyes and that thick-muscled body that was doing this to her.

"You got history class with Mrs. Johnson now?" Justin asked, glancing quickly at his watch.

"Yes. And I'm going to be a little late, I guess," Ginny said hesitantly. Self-consciously the girl straightened her back and took lung-filling breaths. The crowd in the hall was thinning quickly as the kids ran for class. One or two glanced at Ginny and Justin as doors slammed loudly all up and down the corridor. Soon the two were nearly alone.

"Here. Guess you'd better get going. I've got this period free. Supposed to be studying some plays for next Thursday's game with South High."

"That sounds exciting."