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He had known Sheryl Bradley forever it seemed. They had gone to kindergarten together, elementary and middle school and now were in high school together. It was almost like she was the sister he never had and they were close; and several times lately he had come close to telling her, but something held him back. He didn't know what, but he just couldn't tell her. Hell, he wasn't even all that positive himself, but maybe that was it. Maybe he really wasn't, maybe he was just curious; that happens, and so why risk his future on what may simply be a case of curiosity?
His trouble was that he didn't know, and he doubted if he would ever really find out if it was just curiosity or not. How do you go up to someone and say, 'Hey, I might be, care to let me have sex with you to find out?' Shit, he'd be kicked from here to next month, and there was no doubt that the new kid could do it easily. He was sure built; and those buns, fuck he had a hot ass.
Damn, there he went again, and he knew it would get him into trouble. He was finding that he was staring way too much these days, always staring and it was almost as if his body was trying to betray him. Gym was becoming a nightmare, all that naked young flesh that paraded back and forth. How the hell was a guy not to get a friggin hard on? Well, none of the others really did, at least not that he could tell.
"Mr. Trailer?"
"Huh? Sorry, I missed the question Coach."
"Yes, I am sure you did. Maybe if you would care to enlighten us on just what is it about Ms Bradley that has you so mesmerized, we might all enjoy it?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, sorry, I was, I mean
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"Yes, well
this is hygiene class and not wishful thinking, so how about you stare at the board and let Ms Bradley's beauty attract your attention after class?"
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