Bus Ride Home ...A very long time ago, when we were both young athletes, as we rode home in our school bus, you sat next to me. The guys team had played well and won. Girls had played hard but lost. I was never a good loser. You reached over to give me a hug that was more like a headlock. I pushed you off with a laugh. It was the first time I was aware of you as a man. I could smell all of you. The shower you took before the game. Your deodorant. All of your running up and down the court and the heat that your body gave off. I could even smell the victory you were wearing. What a wonderful smell! To this day, the smell of clean sweat is quite erotic to me.
fluffgirlgone 51-55, F 1 Response 3 Oct 15, 2010