The wait to get home and text her was going to be torturous. XXNX Matt got into the planking position and prepared to put his miserable failure into motion. Matt hated push-ups with every fiber of his being. She was wearing typical gym clothes for a teenaged girl: black yoga shorts that clung tightly to her thin legs and a white t-shirt tucked into the shorts. He wasn’t one to take risks, and the least-risky play would be just jerking off to the memory off her tonight in the safety of his bedroom. That was until the coach partnered them up for fitness testing. They moved to do one of their last objectives: push-ups. Her face was adorable, not stunningly beautiful, but Matt almost preferred it, thinking on her it looked perfect. They moved to do one of their last objectives: push-ups. “I’m good at stretching. If you want I could give you my phone number.” She looked like she regretted saying those words as soon as they left her mouth. This girl had offered her number to him?
