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has an older sister Coach never told us about. Although, upon closer inspection of her revealing dress, it is the same damn light blue as my vest.
    "Hey sweetie,” Coach calls out to her from beside me, confirming my suspicion. “You ready?"
    Sadie must have a fairy god-damn -mother who bippity-boppity-booped her ass from plain Jane to fine as fuck.
    "What the hell is wrong with you?" I turn and ask her father, apparently loud enough to make everyone in the yard look our way.
    "Excuse me?" Coach replies with a crinkled forehead.
    "You actually let her leave the front door of your house looking like that ?"
    "After spending four hundred dollars on that damn dress, I didn't have much choice."
    "That's not a dress. That's...that's..." I snap my gaping mouth closed right before the words "the biggest cock tease I've ever seen" spill out. 
    "A losing battle," Coach grumbles with a sigh. "Let me get my camera and I'll be right back."
    No wonder he wanted me to take Sadie to prom! Any of the other guys at the gym would be trying to bend her over right this second in front of God and everyone. Hell, I'm a virgin and I want to bend her over right now in front of God and everyone.
    I have an ironclad grip on that wasteful emotion known as lust. That shit is responsible for the prevailing downfall of most men, and as I know all too well, some women. Or at least I had a grip on it...until two minutes ago when those raging hormones I missed out on in my teenage years roared to life; angry and overcompensating for the delay. Sure, I have needs, but my hand doesn't require fancy dates or any wooing to leave me feeling satisfied whenever I have the urge. The convenience frees up my time for important shit like training.         
    When Coach leaves me standing here alone with temptation personified, it turns damn uncomfortable real quick. Sadie even smells sexy tonight, all floral and shit with a hint of peaches. How does her father expect me to go twelve hours without trying to get under the thin pieces of fabric barely covering her top or bottom? I'm already plotting nefariously to do exactly that.   
    And how is it possible that Sadie's body is this sexy and I've never noticed it before?
    Thinking back...it must've been the baggy, tomboy clothes she always wears, because if she had walked into the gym like this...holy fuck. My thoughts are so impure I'm probably breaking at least three laws.
    Where's Page?
    I look around the yard for my attorney sister-in-law. I need her to give me a rundown on whether or not I'll get thrown in jail just for thinking about fucking someone so young. And, yes, much to my horror, I still want to fuck her, even though I now know who she is, which is...damn upsetting.   
    "So…you don't like my dress?" the temptress asks hesitantly.
    I'd like it better if it was pooling around her ankles. It's a goddamn peek-a-boo tease, from the soft swells overflowing at the top making me wonder what shade of pink her nipples are, to the hip bone being flaunted, knowing exactly what I'll find just three inches to the left, but going crazy wondering how she'd taste. Sweet like peaches and flowers? Oh hell, smack my ass and call me a naughty boy because I'm dying to fall to my knees and beg for a fucking taste.
    High school boys are selfish bastards, so I'd almost bet my balls she's never had anyone lick her pussy until she screams and convulses. Of course I've gone down on a few women over the years. As I see it, it's only fair after they suck my cock, and no, despite my name, I'm not a goddamn saint. When a woman gets on her knees a man doesn't ever refuse that shit. Just ask Bill Clinton.
    I wonder what my chances of getting my head between Sadie's legs are tonight. Sex is a staple for prom, right?
    Oh shit, I've gone off the deep end so far. I don't even know whether or not she's a virgin. How does one tactfully ask such a thing, and then if the answer is no follow it up with “ Wanna fuck” ? If she's a