was distracted for a moment by her beauty but snapped out of it when Andrew yelled at him.
“Get her!”
Henry charged her then gripped her around the waist, pulling her to the sand on top of him. “Gotcha.”
“First down,” Mike called.
Ren tried to get up but Henry gripped her. “Let me go. For the rest of the game, we’re enemies.”
“I don’t believe in war. Just love.”
She rolled her eyes then got off of him.
Mike looked at her. “You better score and show these guys they are pussies.”
“Whoa…” Andre held up his hand. “We’re just playing for fun, aren’t we? No need for profanity.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Do you have to be so sensitive all the time?”
“Just get the game going,” Andrew said.
Mike hiked the ball and Ren tried to get open.
Henry covered her, tickling her ribs then gripping her hips.
“Stop,” she said with a laugh. “You’re cheating.”
He tickled her again.
“Henry, stop!”
Mike threw the ball to her and Henry intercepted it.
“Sucker!” He sprinted across the field toward the goal.
“Damn it, Ren!” Mike glared at her.
Ren sprinted after him, close on his tail.
Henry crossed the goal line. “And that’s how it’s done.”
Ren pushed him to the ground. “Jerk!”
He laughed while he hit the sand. “All is fair in love and war, right?”
She sat on his chest and glared down at him. “You tricked me.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, baby. I had to do what I had to do.”
She glared at him. “You messed with the wrong girl.”
“Oooh…I just got goose bumps.”
She moved off his chest then stood up.
“Give us the ball,” Mike snapped.
Henry tossed it at him after he stood up. “I have to since that’s the only way you guys can get it…”
Mike glared at him. “You’re going down.”
Andre high-fived him. “That was awesome.”
“I know,” Henry said pompously.
They got the game started again. After a few plays, Ren reached the end zone, scoring a touchdown.
“How do you like that?” she snapped.
“I let you get a touch down,” Henry said. “I knew your ego needed a boost.”
“It did not!” She hit his arm.
He gripped her hips then pulled her lips to his, kissing her. “And that’s to remind you that you’re pretty.”
She rolled her eyes and walked away.
“Here’s the ball,” Mike said. “Not that you’re going to do anything with it.”
Henry turned to Andre. “Get open.”
“I can’t catch a ball!”
“Can you throw one?”
“No,” he blurted.
Henry sighed. “Then try to get open.”
“I’ll try…”
They started the play and Ren charged him. Henry stayed back, waiting for Andre to get open. Mike was on him like a fly to the wall. And he kept tripping Andre, making him fall to the ground.
Then Ren lifted up her top, showing her breasts to him.
Henry stopped, staring at her perky and round tits. His mouth dropped and he couldn’t look away.
Ren snatched the ball away. “I’ll take that.” Then she sprinted to the end zone. “Touchdown!” She threw the ball down and started to dance.
“This isn’t even a challenge anymore,” Mike said, pushing Andre again.
Henry stared at Ren, his jaw still dropped. “That was so below the belt.”
“What? You didn’t have to stare. You see them all the damn time.”
“That was still cheating!”
“You didn’t have to look,” Mike said. “Not our problem.”
Henry rolled his eyes and they continued the game. In the end, Ren and Mike beat them by sixty points. It wasn’t pretty.
“The losers are treating the victors to tacos,” Mike said.
“Well, I have to buy Ren’s food anyway so that isn’t much different,” Henry said.
Ren came to him across the sand, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry I played dirty.”
He leaned close to her. “That’s okay…as long as you play dirty tonight.”
“We can hear you,” Mike snapped.
“Mind your own beeswax,” Ren said. Then she moved closer to Henry.
“Get her!”
Henry charged her then gripped her around the waist, pulling her to the sand on top of him. “Gotcha.”
“First down,” Mike called.
Ren tried to get up but Henry gripped her. “Let me go. For the rest of the game, we’re enemies.”
“I don’t believe in war. Just love.”
She rolled her eyes then got off of him.
Mike looked at her. “You better score and show these guys they are pussies.”
“Whoa…” Andre held up his hand. “We’re just playing for fun, aren’t we? No need for profanity.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Do you have to be so sensitive all the time?”
“Just get the game going,” Andrew said.
Mike hiked the ball and Ren tried to get open.
Henry covered her, tickling her ribs then gripping her hips.
“Stop,” she said with a laugh. “You’re cheating.”
He tickled her again.
“Henry, stop!”
Mike threw the ball to her and Henry intercepted it.
“Sucker!” He sprinted across the field toward the goal.
“Damn it, Ren!” Mike glared at her.
Ren sprinted after him, close on his tail.
Henry crossed the goal line. “And that’s how it’s done.”
Ren pushed him to the ground. “Jerk!”
He laughed while he hit the sand. “All is fair in love and war, right?”
She sat on his chest and glared down at him. “You tricked me.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, baby. I had to do what I had to do.”
She glared at him. “You messed with the wrong girl.”
“Oooh…I just got goose bumps.”
She moved off his chest then stood up.
“Give us the ball,” Mike snapped.
Henry tossed it at him after he stood up. “I have to since that’s the only way you guys can get it…”
Mike glared at him. “You’re going down.”
Andre high-fived him. “That was awesome.”
“I know,” Henry said pompously.
They got the game started again. After a few plays, Ren reached the end zone, scoring a touchdown.
“How do you like that?” she snapped.
“I let you get a touch down,” Henry said. “I knew your ego needed a boost.”
“It did not!” She hit his arm.
He gripped her hips then pulled her lips to his, kissing her. “And that’s to remind you that you’re pretty.”
She rolled her eyes and walked away.
“Here’s the ball,” Mike said. “Not that you’re going to do anything with it.”
Henry turned to Andre. “Get open.”
“I can’t catch a ball!”
“Can you throw one?”
“No,” he blurted.
Henry sighed. “Then try to get open.”
“I’ll try…”
They started the play and Ren charged him. Henry stayed back, waiting for Andre to get open. Mike was on him like a fly to the wall. And he kept tripping Andre, making him fall to the ground.
Then Ren lifted up her top, showing her breasts to him.
Henry stopped, staring at her perky and round tits. His mouth dropped and he couldn’t look away.
Ren snatched the ball away. “I’ll take that.” Then she sprinted to the end zone. “Touchdown!” She threw the ball down and started to dance.
“This isn’t even a challenge anymore,” Mike said, pushing Andre again.
Henry stared at Ren, his jaw still dropped. “That was so below the belt.”
“What? You didn’t have to stare. You see them all the damn time.”
“That was still cheating!”
“You didn’t have to look,” Mike said. “Not our problem.”
Henry rolled his eyes and they continued the game. In the end, Ren and Mike beat them by sixty points. It wasn’t pretty.
“The losers are treating the victors to tacos,” Mike said.
“Well, I have to buy Ren’s food anyway so that isn’t much different,” Henry said.
Ren came to him across the sand, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry I played dirty.”
He leaned close to her. “That’s okay…as long as you play dirty tonight.”
“We can hear you,” Mike snapped.
“Mind your own beeswax,” Ren said. Then she moved closer to Henry.
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