Angela (19 yrs.) is a busty Latina (38-24-32) who stands at only 5'4". She's a freshman student at the local community college. Her boyfriend Juan (20 yrs.) is over protective who watches her all the time. She likes him, but is getting tired of his jealous ways.
She found on social media that Tom (18 yrs.) had broken up with Cassie (18 yrs.). They were together for three years. Angela was the head cheerleader last year at the high school. Tom was a junior who finally came into his own as a tennis player. She enjoyed watching him on the court, but kept her distance because of Cassie.
Tom had won a 4-year athletic college scholarship with tennis. He's the current sensation on the high school level within division three. Coach Brady (36 yrs.) put the news on social media. Tom is low-key who hates social media. Angela's been following him and wants to hook up badly.
It's still winter. Tom is on the indoor tennis courts at the city gym. He steps over to the bench and drops his racket. He pulls out a water bottle and a clean towel.
Angela finally got rid of Juan and followed Tom to the city gym. She had always known about the "peep" window. It's above the men's locker room shower. She waited for him to finish his work out. The secret window is open and she looks down at him.
He's exhausted whose hands lean against the wall. The hot water hits his lower neck and the back. It also splashes over his full round butt-cheeks. Angela watches and strokes her big tits over the sweater.
She whispers, "You finally broke up with Cassie. I aways wanted you, Tom."
It's lunch time inside of the school cafeteria. Tom sits by himself and looks at his iPhone. A text message pops up from Angela. It says, "Tom, I hope you like my photo." He quickly opens up her picture. She wears a black bikini bottom and a white tank-top which is soaking wet. The fabric clings to her nipples and those dollar-size areolas.
Tom looks around and says, "Man... These women and their hot photos."
He calls Angela while sitting in his truck.
ANGELA: Hey Tom. Do you remember me?
TOM: Uh... Yes, I do miss Angela... You were head cheerleader last year."
ANGELA: That's right.
TOM: How did you get my phone number? I'm not on social media.
ANGELA: Coach Brady.
TOM: I can't stop looking at your beautiful tits.
ANGELA: You don't have to just look at them.
TOM: Miss Angela... I know you have a boyfriend.
ANGELA: I kicked him to the curb today.
TOM: Uh... Okay. Do you remember the hotel behind the tennis courts?
