Try And Stop Her.

“Okay that is good.” I said to Tiffany as I put my hand on hers.

“Bullcrap. I can feel how tense you are...” She said as she moved her hand up and felt the head of my cock.

“Is that.” She smirked at me.

“I tried to stop you.” I said with a little shrug.

“Where you looking down my shirt.” She said as she glanced down at her cleavage.

“It is kind of hard not to from this angle.” I said and she punched me in the arm. “Ouch.”

“You can rub your on leg.” She said, though I saw her smile. She put her leg up on the bench started doing stretches with those long legs of hers. She went through a series of stretches just to **** me. I learned she was quit flexible.

“You know that isn't helping any right.” I smiled.

“Not my problem.” She glanced over. Okay that's a wrap. Tiffany. Can you put the stuff in the stuff away.

“Yes, coach. Your with me.” She said as she looked at me.

“Do I get a choice in this?” I smiled. Thankfully both my cramp at erection had gone away.

“Not really.” Tiffany shook her head. We gathered up the hurdles and all the other track stuff to put it away in a little storage building out by the gymnasium. It didn't take long to put the stuff away since Tiffany wasn't the kind of girl that let me do all the heavy lifting. I was slightly glad I had helped since by the time I was done all the guys had left the showers. I had gotten more then my fair share of jokes from the rest of the guys. I was even more glad that the water was still hot. The warm water felt good as I rubbed my thigh. I was just about to get out when I heard a whistle. I turned to see the redhead Christina Taylor and the blonde Stephanie Parker. They both wore towels instead of their cheer leading uniforms.

“How is it hanging?” Christina grinned and bit the corner of her lip as she raised her eyebrows looking right at my cock.