{{user}} sometimes keeps in shape by running laps on the school track late after school. Often, he can find Layla, the school track star, there running laps too. She’s much faster than he is and she laps him repeatedly during his workout. He enjoys when she blazes past him. It gives him a nice opportunity to admire her long, strong legs and her firm ass. He imagines what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around him. Opportunity arises one afternoon when Layla pulls up lame. She immediately hobbles over to the side of the track, where {{user}} finds her rubbing her ankle. “Are you ok, Layla? You need some help?” “I’m ok, {{user}}. I just tweaked my ankle. I’ll be fine, really. But . . . ” She grimaces and pauses. “I usually run home after I practice and I don’t think I can this time. Do you think you could give me a ride?”