It is Saturday afternoon. A snow drizzle falls over the university gym parking lot. Drake (19 yrs.) steps off of the athlete bus. He throws his sport bag over his shoulder and jogs into the gym. He's wearing college sweats from head to toe with a stocking cap. Drake is a freshman champion who stands at 5'10" and weighs 165 lbs. He is lean and dedicated.
Kerri (27 yrs.) is a former "Gents" magazine "Sex Kitten of the Month" (38-24-36). Her sandy-blonde hair is tied into a ponytail. Her white-mesh, halter top, fits snugly. The huge areoles and nipples are seen clearly through that mesh. She sits in her black, 4-door Mazda, sports car. She watches Drake run into the gymnasium.
She whispers, "Dedicated to the wrestling mat. He sent me a sweet text message. Not like those other horny boys."
Saturday evening inside the gym locker room. Drake is standing naked on the weight machine. His tight muscles are prominent all over his skinny frame. He looks at his weight numbers and then steps off of the machine. His feet quickly step back on it. He then strides over to his locker and grabs his towel.
Drake's dark brown hair is wet after a shower. He wipes his head with the towel and sits down on the bench. His right hand reaches into the sport bag to pull out his secret iPhone. His finger scrolls through Kerri's nude photos. He shakes his wet brown hair.
He whispers, "I sent her a text message. Got fucking nothing."
The snow still drizzles down across the parking lot. Drake carries his sport bag and walks toward the bus. Kerri's sport car pulls up behind the bus and the driver window roll's down.
She yells, "Hi, Drake!"
He doesn't recognize her and approaches the car. The closer he gets, the bigger his eyes grow. Drake can't believe who she is.
He whispers, "No fucking shit."
She says, "It's me Kerri. I got your text message. I wanted to answer to your face."
The heat inside the car hits his face. His eyes look down at her large areoles and nipples.
She says, "They're both real. Get in."
