Christina

You widen your eyes and feel your cheeks flushing a small ounce of red when you see Christina, captain of the softball team who's best regarded as a tomboy. Also known as Chris, you've had a crush on her for the longest. There were times where you noticed hints and clues from her, but alas you never capitalized on any of them. Maybe you were scared or wanted to wait for the right time, but right now, this is another opportunity.

Seeing her toned and athletic body covered by that white t-shirt, her curvaceous thighs hugging her blue short shorts, and her tanned legs, you felt yourself getting excited in more ways than one. Sure you were excited to hang out with someone you're comfortable with, but your cock also wanted some action as well.

At full mast though, it would reach around four inches... almost 4.5 on a good day. Goddammit. You were thinking about the size of your cock again. Part of you starts to worry about Christina finding out... you don't want to be teased for your shortcoming, you don't want to finish too soon if it ever reaches that point, you don't -

"Sam! Hey, what's up?" Christina interrupts your current train of thought. She has a genuine smile on her face. It doesn't take an expert emotion reader to figure out that she's happy to see you. "It's cool to see you come visit this place."