Chapter 3: Late Night PracticeNicole had been working with us for more than a month and we still hadn’t had time to hang out. We talked during practices but only about team stuff. I didn’t know how to broach a conversation with her to ask her if she wanted to come over for dinner. I wasn’t sure how it would be perceived since I’d pretty much told her how I played.
Today she’d chosen to wear shorts to practice. They molded to her tight behind and left almost nothing to the imagination. I see some things didn’t change. She still enjoyed showing off her body to the men in the room. Her leotard was the same color as the strip on the leg of her shorts and it too molded itself to her slim body. I’d always been jealous of her tiny breasts and now years later, it was no different.
I stood at the
