My entire body ached from a brutal practice. NCAA division one finals were this weekend, and my coach put us through the wringer to toughen us up before the big game. I planned on spending the evening with my girlfriend Chloe, since I hadn’t got to see her much with all the practices lately. She lived alone in an off-campus apartment thanks to wealthy parents who I had yet to meet, which was great because it gave us plenty of alone time when we wanted it. “Hey baby, I’m here!” I shouted as I opened the door to her place.
“I’ve been horny all day. Get in here and ravish me,” she shouted back.
“Can’t. You know what coach says about sexy-time before a game. It’ll make me lose my mojo.”
“This coach of yours is out to ruin my life,” she said, giving me a coy smirk as I walked into her living room. “You look hot when you’re sweaty.”
“You always look hot, but I guess we can’t all be like you,” I ribbed.
“You’re only hot when you’re sweaty. You’re pretty gross otherwise.”