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In school I had a crush on a teammate, but our track team had an unspoken rule about dating teammates. Maggie was the sweetheart of the team, I think most guys had a crush on her. She was short, with long jet black and a southern accent. As a distance runner she had the toned legs, slim waste, and abs. She was tough when it came to workouts, but sweet and genuine off the track. I was way to nervous to ever hit on her, but god knows I spent hours asking her questions about our constitutional law class we shared together.

We made arrangements to study one night after practice. This was a common occurrence and her roommate was also on the team. I’m usually running late, but for some reason, I was early this time. I walked up to her dorm and saw her standing by her window. Only the desk light was lit, leaving a low dim in the room. I could barely make out her face, which had a wince of pain on it. It looked like she was stretching. When I got up stairs I didn’t even knock, I just walked in. What I saw left me flabbergasted. Maggie was leaned up against her desk, holding her self up with her hands, while her feet dangled off the ground. Her head was titled back, leaving her hanging past her loose back. She was still wearing the sleeveless white dry fit shirt, but below was only a pair of navy blue lace boy cut panties. Her head was sweaty, and her eyes closed as she let out the slightest moan. When she finally opened her eyes I quickly said sorry and ran out the door. I stood there lying against the wall just outside her door.

A moment later Maggie opened the door, this time fully clothed. She said “sorry I was stretching!” I’m an awkward and innocent tone. I replied, “no I’m Sorry I should have knocked!” She invited me in. I froze as she sat at her desk. Was she really stretching? Maybe I’m imagining things. We tried to study, but I couldn’t focus, and had to keep readjusting the bonnet in my pants. Being you and in school, she kept smiling as she noticed my issue.

“Did my stretching really get you that excited?!” She whispered.

“What? No, I’m not, why would you say that?” Trying to play it cool

“It’s ok, just go to the bathroom and take care of yourself so we can study.”

“Who does that! I don’t need to jerk off, let’s just study.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t jerk off, I have to take care of myself everyday with the stress of this school.”

“Is that what you were doing with the desk?” I asked as I put the books over my lap to try and hide my erection.

“You answer my question first.” She demanded

How did we get here, I never wondered this sweet bring home to mom girl would be asking me about my masturbation habits.

“Well maybe yea, sometimes.”

“Ever jerk off to a girl on the team?”

Still nervous and worries she would tell people I replied, “No never!”

“Do you Want to?”

“What? How?”

“You caught me in the middle and I really need to finish” she said. “Plus you’ve already seen me in my underwear I think you should show me what your wearing under there. ”

I started in disbelief, eventually she stood up and slowly walked back over to her desk. She inverted her hands and leaned into the desk, lifting her heels back so her pelvis was pushed against the desk. She turned her head and nodded at me as of to say your turn

NSFW: yes

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