Chapter 4 of the Frat Party; you should read the first three to get the character and story development, but it's not too terribly bad alone. This series was inspired by NakedDan's "The 'Volunteer'" series.
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Normally you don't have to do anything special to get ready to run, but planning to meet Larry to run was something entirely different. The only makeup I ever wear is mascara, because my light red eyelashes just disappear, but there's no sense wearing mascara to run. I took a shower again - something I wouldn't normally do before a run - because, well, you know. I had shaved my legs just this morning, and they were still baby smooth, so I didn't have to worry about that.
What to wear, what to wear? Normally I'll wear my Army PTs, because the grey shirt, which looks like it just has a black stylized "A" on the back and "ARMY" on the front, is actually reflective at night, but it's still kind of baggy and nothing attractive. The PT shorts are black, and they're man-shorts long, nothing to really show off your legs, if that's what you want to do. I usually use them, too, but this afternoon I decided I wanted to be a bit more attractive, so I had to choose between some skin tight volleyball shorts or loose, shiny women's running shorts.
Then I hit on it: I picked out a regular black sports bra, with a bit of red trim, and the loose running shorts, which were red. I put the Army PT t-shirt on over that, but I had a plan there. Some ankle socks and my PT running shoes, and I was ready to go. I brushed my teeth again, just before Larry showed up to meet me.
We headed out, running along the sidewalks down George Street toward downtown, but we weren't saying too much of any importance. Larry was wearing running shorts, which were shorter than the typical athletic shorts guys wear these days, and a loose tank that showed off his toned arms and a very respectable chest; his stomach was good and flat. Yeah, I liked what I saw. About ten blocks up, we made a left onto King Street, and kept on running at a very respectable pace. I can hack five miles in 40 minutes with no problems at all, and that was the pace I was setting, and Larry was keeping up with me. It was still warm, and, without stopping, I pulled off my t-shirt to run in just the sports bra, and yes, I had planned that move from the beginning; Larry obviously appreciated it, but he didn't say anything. I guess that he hadn't seen my Purple Heart tattoo concealing my shoulder wound scar before, and he seemed impressed, but he didn't say anything about that, either.
Then we made a left turn down South Richland, where it was only abut seven blocks to the York College baseball field, and the tree-lined creek bank. I slowed down, and then walked us over to the creek, pulling Larry by the hand. He was a pretty bold guy, and those men really appreciate bold women as well, and in a couple of minutes I had sat down, pulled off my shoes and socks, cooling my feet in the creek. Larry was doing the same, and he was sitting close enough to be resting his right hand on my left. We were both sweaty from the run, but perspiration and the creek water weren't the only ways I was wet! He had surprised me with a kiss before class earlier, but now it was my turn to make the first move, so while he was still sitting there, I turned around sat on his lap facing him, and got things started.
He hadn't been hard before - after all, he'd just run four miles! - but it didn't take long after I sat on his lap before I could feel his cock swelling to what seemed to be a
