Justin explained what was needed, bending so closely to her that Ginny could feel his hot, panting breath against the back of her neck. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing itchy against her bra. At the same time, she could feel heat concentrating in the furry cunt crack between her shivering white legs. Again the girl moved her ass cheeks over the smooth leather surface of the chair, feeling her cunt lips rubbing against one another. Ginny's eyes swam as she stared at the stack of papers lying on her lap. Justin was still talking. She caught one or two words, enough to figure out what he was saying. But her concentration was warped while her cunt began to grow all hot and moist under Justin's sexual heat.

"And then when you've got those plays sorted out, give'em to me. I'll figure out the rest," Justin finished, casting a toothy smile at her.

Ginny nodded her head, her fingers trembling on the edges of the papers. She'd nearly dropped them when Justin traced his fingers along the nape of her neck. Oh, this wasn't going to work out too well. She shuffled the confusing papers around, trying to concentrate on her job. But all she could think of was that handsome football player sitting only a few feet away from her. There were times when she thought she could hear someone shuffling around outside the door. Looking up from her papers, she watched Justin rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes studying some play or other the coach had recommended to him.

"Damn!" he cursed.

Had he locked the door? The last time he'd gotten up and leaned over her to see how she was doing, Ginny could have sworn she had heard the bolt click shut. Maybe it was her imagination. She sighed, smiled up at him, then tried to ignore the tingling sensation between her legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the hairy covering of her tight little cunt. Ginny bit down on her lower lip, determined to keep her imagination in line.