“Get some!” Lance yells.

“Ms. Davies that was awesome! You have an amazing arm,” Ty says excitedly.

Hopefully even better hands and fingers.

“I call a foul, penalty, flag on the play,” one guy from the other team says. “Ms. Davies that is not fair. You can’t be quarterback for them, especially with an arm like that because you really aren’t supposed to be playing in the first place,” he points out.

She nods in agreement. “Spencer, you be quarterback. All you have to do is toss it to me and I’ll run it, okay?” I’ll be the center.”

Let’s get this straight. Ha. Straight. Funny, since only twenty percent of our team is. Anyway, I know nothing about football; the positions, the plays, and the jargon mean nothing to me. All I know is that somebody throws the ball, another person catches it and runs, and then the crowd goes ballistic.

We line up again and Ashley bends down in front of me with the ball on the ground. I can’t help but stare at the marvelous sight before me.

After a while, she turns around and asks, “Are you going to call a play? I can’t give you the ball until you do.”

“Uh…” My mind travels to a place where every horny teenager’s mind had gone before.

“Spencer?”

“What? Yeah. Um… sixty-nine, sixty-nine, one two buckle my shoe hike,” I call.

Ashley then proceeds to turn around with her arms out waiting for the ball.

As soon as the ball connects with her hands, she’s off in a flash, scoring the team another touchdown.

When we have control of the ball again, we set up in the same format as before. This time, I can’t help but let my hands wander to cop a feel of her ass. She yelps quietly but doesn’t swat my hands away.

“Blue twenty-two, nice round butt, hut hut hike!”

She turns around and gives me a smirk before bolting to the end zone.

“This is ridiculous!” the other team’s captain fumes. “Gimmie the ball!”

“Blue 52. Blue 52. Hike!”

The ball falls short of its target and Ashley has no problem intercepting the ball.