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HOT BOX, CHAPTER 2 THE JUNGLE

... she was wearing panties. She loved the attention from me and made sure that I was the only one to see her antics. Taking my class ring from my dresser while I dressed she called out to me. “Hey big boy,” she said as she lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, “Check this out...this is for luck.” She casually reached between her legs and pushed my gold class ring deep inside herself. “Now,” she said after she pulled her panties back into place and brought her slick fingers up to my lips, gently brushing them back and forth, “if you win, you can go and get it.” She then gave me that quirky little grin of hers before giving me a little peck on the lips and a wink of her eye. “And what if we lose?” I asked as I placed my hands on her hips and drew her in close to kiss her on the lips. “In that case,” she said as she pulled back from me and sat down on my desk chair before crossing her legs. “No pussy for you for a week.” “You’re mean,” I said as I pulled on my slacks and started to tuck in my dress shirt. “Well then you had better try extra hard today.” she retorted with a slightly wicked tone to her voice. “Because if you win,” she continued as she leaned back in the chair while spreading her legs wide and hiking her skirt up to her waist to expose her white cotton panties, “I will be your complete sex slave for the next few days.” With that said she brought her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy back and forth through the thin white ...

... material while she licked her lips. “Whatever you want big boy,” she said as the material in the crotch of her panties began to turn dark from her juice, “You can have it!” I will spare you guys the details of the football game other than we killed them. I had 7 catches for 105 yards and 1 reception for a touchdown. It wasn’t much considering that the rest of the team scored 4 times including one fantastic interception by our defense that they ran in for a pick six. But all of the excitement of the game and the vigor’s of getting pounded to the ground was still not enough to free my mind of that gorgeous strawberry blond with the green eyes sitting in the bleachers with my class ring up her snatch, and the promise of my own personal sex slave. I couldn’t get changed back into my street clothes fast enough after the team meeting. I was going to screw Mandy in half! By the time we filed out of the field house the stadium was almost completely empty. Only a few people were still walking out but the rest of the bleachers were clear except for the booster club picking up the discarded programs and the trash. Mandy, however, was nowhere to be found. I made a bee line for my apartment, which was the closest to the stadium. All I found was a note lying on my bed. “Cum to my place,” it said in her beautiful cursive writing, “The palace awaits! XXXOOOXXX” I’ll bet I changed out of my clothes and into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt in 20 seconds. I was already getting a boner just thinking ...