I could spot for you

"Hi, Steve." I said, trying to think of how to start a conversation with someone who has had his cock in you, but with whom you've had no other type of conversation. "I was just heading back to the gym. This time for a class."

He laughed politely at my lame excuse for humor. His laugh was deep and resonant. I bit my lip as I edged closer to him. He was just so big and so... male. I wanted to crawl up him, wrap myself around his manly chest and bury my face in the mat of curly hair.

He looked around at the people who had been standing beside him. They took the hint and moved on, leaving us to have a private chat.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier," he said, sincerely. "I was really out of line and I'm sorry."

I was flattered and astounded. The captain of the wrestling team was apologizing to me for making me cum with just a few strokes of his hard cock. Didn't he know that if he pulled it out of his pants right there in the schoolyard and said, "suck it", I would have been on my knees in a flash? Heck, any girl in the whole school would have.

"Don't apologize!" I said, a little too loudly. "You may not have been totally serious, but did you notice how quickly we all lined up on the wall? We were all begging for it and you did a masterful job. You know you made me very happy, and I think I can say for sure that none of the other girls was, ah, unsatisfied."

"Yes. Well." he almost stammered. "The other girls..."

"Sara, Janice, and Jolene." I said, helping him out. "That's from left to right. Or the same order that you, I mean except I was..."

"Thank you. You were the only one whose name I knew. That's another reason I felt badly. I usually at least know the names of, ah, you know."

My smile ratcheted up a couple of notches and I felt like I was floating. Steve Wojeski knew who I was.

"Steve! We loved it. You were magnificent. Formal introductions can be arranged later. Anyway, we all certainly knew who you were."

"It's just that... Well, gee. It's not everyday that I get to fuck the most beautiful girl in the whole school. I just feel bad that it was so hit and run."

For a fleeting moment, I wondered who this beautiful girl was that he was talking about, then I think my jaw must have actually hit my chest, my mouth dropped open so fast. It was me! It was I! Mr. Superhunk Wojeski thought I was the most beautiful girl in the school. I'm sure my feet left the ground.

"Careful," he said, smiling at my astonishment. "Flies will get in."

I closed my mouth with a CLOP sound as my teeth slammed together. I tried vainly to think of what to say. What can you say to that? All I could think of was that Jim and Bud had been telling me the truth about guys thinking I was out of their league. Here was someone who could have his pick of any girl in town and he had just told me that I was beautiful. No, not just 'beautiful', but 'most beautiful'. What could I say to that?

"Ah, thanks!" I was already cursing myself for being so lame, but I just could not think of anything else to say. "I'm sorry that it was hit-and-run, too."

"Well, then maybe we can get better acquainted. I know this is short notice, but are you doing anything Friday night?"

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, Steve. I have plans for Friday." I was kicking myself already for turning him down, but Friday was impossible. Neeka and I would be taking the bike out for the first time on Friday and I had promised Bud that we would spend the night together and there was no way I was going to break that date.

"Well, how about Saturday, then. We could..."

"I'm sorry. I have plans for Saturday too." Damn! I was turning down the hottest guy I was ever likely to be lucky enough to meet! I had to do something to save the situation. His face had fallen and he wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore. I couldn't let it go like this.

"Steve. I have an idea." It was an interesting one, too. He perked right up to hear me offer an alternative, even if he didn't know what it was. It meant I wasn't turning him down, that I was willing to work with him to try to get together.

"You work out during lunch, don't you?"

"Yeah. I was on my way to the weight room when I heard you and the others through the window. I stopped to listen and got hit with the clothes when they came flying out. You can't imagine how hot it made me to know that I was about to meet four stark-naked girls."

"Almost as hot as we were to meet you. But listen, there's no rule against girls in the weight room, is there?"

"No. No rule. It's just not someplace girls ever go."

"How about if I come with you while you work out? We could talk and get to know each other. I could spot for you."

I really should have quit when I was ahead. Steve looked down at little me from his 6' 4" elevation and laughed loudly at the notion that I could spot for him. I politely laughed, too. But at the same time, I was thinking of ways to make him pay for laughing. He was a major-league, really gorgeous hunk, and I wanted to date him so badly that I would have put up with lots of bad behavior from him, but laughing at my size was a step over the line.