Sharon was lined up opposite Chad, one hand touching the ground, grinning, looking at him hungrily. He swallowed and pawed the dirt nervously. He flexed his muscles, readying himself for the inevitable impact, while Sharon casually traced a line in the dirt. Although they were the same height, her arm was at least a third thicker than his, and her biceps, pushing out the sleeves in her large t-shirt, were half again as large as his and pulsed impatiently and intimidatingly as she waited for Karla Swanson, the quarterback, to start the play.
"This is such a gas!" Gina said excitedly. "Imagine seeing Sharon playing football against boys!” she added more thoughtfully. “They'd never have allowed that in high school! Too dangerous for them, you know. But I guess at college they trust us to make our own rules. I love it already!"
She took her hand off Dennis’s shoulder and lifted him high off the ground, holdng him there effortlessly. Dennis looked down at her thick, bulging muscles, which, amazingly, weren't even getting a pump from bearing his weight. "What's the matter, Dennis, haven't you ever been lifted by a girl before?" she said, batting her eyes seductively.
"No ... I, well, of course," he stammered.
"Oh! You guys always DO like to make us think you've done EVerything already!"
"It's just ... you're so pretty. Um, especially from way up here," Dennis offered, thinking fast.
Gina smiled. "Hmmm. Well then. So, um, is THAT what has you tongue-tied? A girl can’t find anything to complain about there!"
There was a loud chorus of laughter. After Sharon had casually flattened him at the snap of the ball, Chad had quickly scrambled to his feet and had sprinted across the field to intercept the pass. It was all for naught, though, because Sharon just picked him up and carried him back down the field and across his own goal line for a safety while Chad struggled futilely to break her grip and still hold on to the football.
"That's so cute!" Gina said, lowering Dennis into a similar position and snuggling him against her very large and firm breasts. "I'm glad you don't want to get away like he does."
“Why would I?” he replied, eying the camera, which was still strapped around Gina’s neck, but was dangling inches from his fingers.
“You want it back? You want to take a picture too?” she asked.
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