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I hear Danny groan as his son skips over to us, stopping halfway because his shoelace comes untied. He takes forever to re-tie it.
When he finally reaches us, he gives us a wide smile. "What's up, guys?"
Tommy squats in front of him. "How fast can you run?"
"Depends," Ollie raises an innocent shoulder. "If it's for fun, I can run really fast. If it's for P.E., I prefer to walk and look at the shapes the clouds make with Emma."
"Well, we have something really fun planned," Tommy smirks. "You in?"
"Heck yeah!" Ollie grins as Dad limps off the field.
We stand at the center line Tommy painted with a can of white spray paint. It's splotchy and crooked. Six year-old Craig could have done a better job.
Kyle stands on the other side of the line in front of me. I take the opportunity to give him a show, raising my arms up over my head, stretching my hands towards the sky as high as I can while pushing my chest out.
He lifts an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Hey Jenny," Tommy calls.
I turn around. "Yeah?"
While Kyle keeps his eyes on me. I bend over and pretend to stretch my quads. Between my legs, I can see his gaze glued to my black spandex-clad rear end.
"You remember what I told you?" Tommy tosses the football in the air, catches it when it floats back down to him.
I lay my palms flat on the grass, lean back as I continue stretching. "Yep."
When I turn back around, Kyle's still staring at me. I tighten my hair in my ponytail before fanning myself off with my hand. "It's so hot."
I grab my black tank top and pull it off, ball it up and toss it over by Audra. She shakes her head at me, clearly catching on to what I'm up to.
I adjust myself in my hot pink sports bra. Yep, the hot pink sports bra.
"I'm ready," I tell Tommy.
Standing in front of Kyle, I place my hands on my knees, squishing my chest together. I can feel myself spilling out of the hot pink material. Kyle's eyes flick between my chest and my mouth, no longer paying attention to anything else going on.
Tommy yells out some random numbers before screaming, "Hike!" at the top of his lungs. I rush forward, step around Kyle who's still watching me and pretend I'm motioning for Tommy to throw me the ball.
"Jenny, you open?" Tommy winks.
"Yes!" I yell back, my hands in the air.
While Kyle is busy keeping his eyes on me, lost in a trance, Tommy slyly passes the football to Ollie. Danny runs beside him, blocking him as they sprint down the field.
Nora's the only one who sees Tommy hand Ollie the ball and her short legs are working double-time to catch up.
Suddenly, I hear Randy huff, then a whack! When I look over, Matt's rubbing the back of his head and Randy's taking off after Danny and Ollie. Turns out I didn't just distract Kyle. I distracted Matt, too.
Score!
"I hate that bra," I hear Matt grumble as he takes off jogging down the field.
Kyle walks toward me. "You're in so much trouble," he says lowly, seductively.
I bite my lip as he reaches around me, grabs my ass and slams his hips into mine. I can feel a slight bulge against my lower stomach.
"Oops," I innocently bat my eyelashes at him.
