Brandon, she gets to be mischievous

Heather smirked as the bottle slowly stopped and pointed at Brandon. Well, Ash, I hope you can forgive me for this, the brunette thought as she crawled over to her best friend's boyfriend.

Brandon, on his end, didn't know how to react to the situation. If he let his inner enthusiasm show, he risked upsetting Ashley, but it also was really difficult to keep a pokerface with someone as hot as Heather crawling on all fours towards him with a sexy smirk on her face. His dick throbbed painfully in his pants as he moved to extend one of his legs before Heather waggled her finger at him.

"No, no, no, Bran," she kneeled in front of him. "Stand up."

The football player gulped, feeling Ashley's narrowed eyes on him. Unlike the other boys, he opted for more comfortable clothing, such as shorts and flip-flops. His anticipation grew as Heather's grin widened and he again tried to curb his eagerness.

Heather threw a quick apologetic glance at Ashley. "Sorry," she mouthed before turning back to Brandon and hooking her fingers on the waistband of his shorts.

Brandon's eyes widened again in disbelief. "Uhn, Heather, don't you prefer to take off my flip-flops first?"

The brunette shook her head negatively in response. "Only if they get in the way of this," she stared up at him while slowly pulling down the shorts, partially releasing Brandon's impressive erection, which was still covered by a snug pair of black boxers. The boys and some of the girls averted their eyes, but a few, like Hannah, grinned teasingly at Ashley, who crossed her arms in annoyance.

Brandon looked down at the smirking brunette and a brief thought of wiping that smirk of her face up by shoving a cock down her throat crossed his mind. But before his traitorous dick could react to that thought, Heather laughed.

"Nice, Brandon," she tossed his shorts onto the pile. "Your turn."

Desperately wanting to put someone else under the spotlight, the footballer lunged at the bottle.