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Saturday Morning

– A noted geologist once aptly said: “I much prefer sweetness to simply getting my rocks off.” I try to live by this motto, though occasionally my lifelong maleness interferes. –

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Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, No. Five

This is probably my most outright fetishistic piece yet, and takes things in a particular, probably quite niche, direction. Some people may not like the second part, but if so, just remember this is a FANTASY.

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My Box (Pt.6)

The sixth installment to the ‘My Box’ Series. Email Me @ [email protected]. It can be about whatever, it could be your own personal story, it could be how much you hated or love the stories, just email me. And my emailers get FIRST looks at my stories. Oh, and NEW story coming soon.

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H.I.S. Storm

The dark blue of the room ran across his face, freshly trimmed beard, intense eyes, he ran his hands over his thighs and adjusted in his seat. A question in his mind.
She was trembling inside, the sounds of her own pulse in her ears, drowning her thoughts.
“Come here baby girl.”
She came as instructed, crawling on all fours, reaching her destination to languish at his side. She rested her head on his lap.
They were quiet together, her kneeling, him stroking her hair, her breathing in his scent, dancing with anticipation within, the thunder outside.
She wanted to see his dick, to understand what rattled underneath his stillness, then his firm grip in her hair.
“Open your mouth baby girl.”
She did. Slowly, eyes closed, perched at his feet. She heard him taking himself out of his pants, a low grunt, a shift in gravity. His smooth dick sliding across her lips, painfully slow.“You want that baby?” teasing.
She nods her head yes, his thumb harsh over her tongue, the distinct taste of him, her face being squeezed.
A slap, the stinging, the hot tingling left behind, his rigid, pulsing cock sliding down her throat smooth and slow.“Baby girl, do as instructed. Just listen to my voice”
She had no choice, pressure building in the back of her throat as he pushed further back into her mouth, her gag reflex finally giving in, she tries to come up for air, she is met with his large hand palming the back of her head.“Stay down.” – his voice more steady, “take it”…..sliding deeper still, her ribs heave, saliva rolling down his member, then her chin, his slow powerful pumps in and out, innnn and out, nice and easy, her heavy panting through her nose.
A moan from him, elicits a moan from her and he picks up the pace, steady and hard, fucking her mouth with care. A slap on her tits, right than left and then a hand around her throat, she is pulled in between his thighs.
Faster now, he is pumping, her mouth is his pussy, she is consumed, choking helplessly on her own spit, fighting through her lack of oxygen, panic rising.
He looks down at her reddening face, hardens beyond what he thought possible, she opens her eyes for a second and meets his gaze, she melts at the dark fires she sees there, his muscles stiffen at her anxiety.
He snatches her mouth off of him, before it is too late, before he breaks her neck or she faints or he rumbles and cums so far down her throat he won’t have the pleasure of seeing himself claim her in thick white steaks.
She is gasping, he smacks her hard, her face on the carpet, his hands pressing her down, the itchy burn of the floor scratching her cheek.
“You like sucking dick slut? Hmm, you like choking on your daddy’s dick.You like that shit?“Yes, daddy.” She meant it.
It ends him.
He keeps her face pinned to the carpet. The lighting clashes like a fierce symbal. The light strobes around them. His little girl sprawled on the floor, face ruined, squirming under the pressure of his hands, hands that are now mauling every inch of her.
His breasts, his pussy, his wet little mouth, his jiggling thighs, his soft lower belly, all belongs to him, all his, he turns her over to see more her heavy breasts, her own leftover spit sliding down her tits in streams, he grabs them hard, she lets out something between a grunt and a moan.
He snatches her legs apart and positions himself in between them one hand on her throat, the other stroking the head of his own dick at the very sight of her, taking it in, he’d ask her if she wants it but he already knows, her wet swollen folds are already begging.
He taps on her pussy lightly, her thighs jump together out of instinct, he presses them down hard.“Keep them spread.”
She obeys, relaxing, belly trembling as he continues a manual pattering assault on her exposed cunt.
Moaning now, gritting her teeth, he doesn’t want to wait another second, he slides into her slowly, savoring her initial tightness, the thunder rumbles almost shaking the walls, the storm growing closer.
She is lost underneath him, pussy stretching to take him in, on the edge already, her clit swells, he knows her so well, that same thumb strums quickly over that spot, she wants to explode, to piss, she wants to scream, but he is already pounding, pushed as deep inside of her as he can manage, the pain rocks through her lower back, his hands angrily pulling at her hips, the carpet burning her ass.“Good girl, gooooood little girl.”
She lets it out now, a wail from deep within and he proceeds to destroy her, stroking furiously, pulling at her tight flesh, heavy testicles pressing into her wet pussy, he pulls her leg up over his shoulder, dick digging into her belly, burying himself inside of her, pulling out full length and crashing back inside again, relentless.
The storm is right over head and he is yanking so hard on her hair, her neck strains, her tits bouncing furiously responding to his rhythm, he’s close, so close, she knows it.
“Fucking little bitch, you fucking slut, you always give me what I want cunt, worthless little whore.” The words come out rapid fire.
He means it with love, she knows that, she reaches to stroke his back to show him she loves him too and he pins her wrists over head, growling and gasping now, his entire body tensed, he chokes out what he has been wanting to ask her all night.“Who do you belong to?”
She moans from deep within, unable to respond.
He is right on the edge, the lighting crashes, “Who do you belong to bitch!?” He barks.
“You daddy! I’m all yours, oh-my Go-“ a whimpering wail from her and he is cumming inside of her, power rushing through his system, every wound muscle releasing at once, he is pumping semen into her in streams, she can feel the hard spasms in his rigid cock, still painfully deep inside of her. He collapses on top of her eyes rolling to the heavens.
She smiles sweetly, holding onto him as he rides out the final waves of his orgasm, basking in him and their afterglow, listening to his heavy breathing and the passing storm outside.

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Uncle Ash: Part 4

After a night out drinking together, Ash brings his coworkers Dale and Todd to his apartment along with Dale’s daughter Molly.

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My Cousin III

“Lets go inside Lucas,it’s getting dark out”,Aaron yelled from across the yard.
We had decided to play a little soccor befor it got to late, and we were enjoying ourselves. We started for the door when Aaron stopped
me and said,”Lucas, I really do love me. And I know this sounds big, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want you to be
my boyfriend”
“Aaron, I love you too, and yes I will be your boyfriend”, I said happily.
He smiled and kissed me and for some reason, he started to cry. I thought about his”rest of my life” statment, and decided that we were
both “in the moment”, so I too would have said that. We started inside, and Aaron wiped away his tears. His mom had just finished dinner
and his younger brother and sister were helping to set the table. We went to wash our hands and then all sat down to eat. It was a yummy
dinner and a great coversation. A great start, to a great night.
After dinner we headed up to Aaron’s room. It was a comfortable size and contained multiple items of clothing, posters, and other things. He flipped on his tv and sat down on his bed. He motioned for me to join him.
After talking about things and playing video games for about 2 and a half hours,his father came in and told us it was time for bed, unless we wanted to start a movie. It was 12:50 already so we decided to watch a long movie. Aaron put in the DVD and we both relaxed on his bed. His door was closed, and we heard his dad yell,”goodnight boys, we are going to bed. Try to keep it down”
His siblings and parents were now asleep, so we could do whatever we wanted. We got under the covers and started to make out and take off each others clothes. When we were both naked and really horny, Aaron suggested we go into the bathroom that connected his room and his younger sisters room.
“I want to try some things Lucas”, he whisperd.
He led me into the shower, and told me to start sucking him. I did as I was told. I had been sucking him for a short while, and all of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth, and started to pee on my face.
I quickly stood up and whispered loudly,” what the hell?”
He looked at me, with pee dripping down my face and started to laugh.
“Lucas my dear, I said I wanted to try new things. But I probably should have warned you first. Just was your hair and face in the sink. It will be less noisy”, he said.
After about 10 minutes of washing my face and my long curls of hair, I walked out and joined him on the bed again.
“let’s stick to normal things babe”, I said.
With that he got into a 69 position with me. We sucked each others cocks for about 5 minutes, and then he stopped, and said,”Lucas I want you in me”.
I had never fucked anyone before. And when Aaron fucked me, it wast first. So I guess I was nervous but excited. He told me where the lube he had was and I went and retrieved it.
He lay on the bed, stomach down, legs spread. He obviously Didn’t want to wait. So I went slowly. I applied lube to his hole, and decided not to finger it, because he didn’t seem to want to wait. I put a couple squirts of lube on my cock, and put the bottle down on the bed. I lined up my cock with his hole.
“Stick it all in at once, fast and hard”, he moaned
He grabbed a pillow and sunk his face it and gripped it as hard as he could. I waited for a couple of seconds, then as hard as I could I rammed my cock at his hole. It finally sank all the way in.
I could tell he was in great pain because he was very still and moaning loudly into the pillow. I wasn’t sure, but I think he was crying. Why did he want it this bad? Is the pain worth it?
I started to fuck him pretty slow. I continued this to make the wonderful feeling last. It felt amazing and I never wanted to forget that feeling. After about 5 minutes, he reached his arms around me and grabbed my ass, and started to push me down into his ass faster. He didn’t move his head, but his moans sounded more like moans of pleasure than moans of pain.
I fucked him faster and faster, grunting and moaning in my own pleasure. I fucked him fast and hard for about 7 minutes when I felt his hole tighten and him moan very loudly.
I was certain he had came. The thought of him cumming pushed me over the edge, and I came deep in his ass. I collapsed on top of him and laid there for a minute before I pulled out. He turned over, and looked at me.
“You made the extreme pain worth it”, he said with a smile
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and went to the bathroom. I put on my clothing and sat on the bed once again. About 5 minutes later, he came and laid down on the bed. We started watching the movie, which was about halfway over. I looked over and he was fast asleep. I was kind of tired, and wanted to sleep, but I decided to look around his room first. There was tons of posters. I went to his dresser, and the top was filled with stuff. His phone, his wallet, things like that. In a corner was a book. It didn’t have a title so I picked it up. Inside the front cover, was a picture of his family, and a picture of me. I knew this must be a private book, and even though I was very curious I decided it would be better not to look. I went over to the bed and pulled the covers over Aaron. I kissed him on the cheek and said,”I love you”. He had a couch on the far side of his room so I decided to crash on that. I loved Aaron more than anything, and right now, everything was perfect.

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Naruto- KoRn Koncert In Konoha: Part 4

This is a story I posted first on Adult Fanfiction.net and I got a huge response. Now I’m spreading the love. Enjoy. Author’s Note- Just so you guys know, each part to this story is made up of two chapters of my original AFF.net story.

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Love for the Game

My childhood was a constant struggle of up and downs, being anything but ordinary. Never meeting my father who had left my mother and I, and my mother who was my whole world, died of cancer when I was only five years old. At the age of five, with nobody willing to take me into their homes, I was put into the system and was placed in a foster home. Moving into a a overly average 5000 square foot house that was secluded from others, occupied by a married couple and a daughter a year younger than me, I began my life in the city of Benham, Kentucky where the population barely exceeded 530.
Rick, my foster dad, a retired professional basketball player, was now the varsity basketball coach for the local high school team. Since he wasn’t blessed with a son, he ingrained in me the fundamentals of basketball. Teaching me how to dribble, perform a correct jump-shot, and maintaining a formidable defense. After many years of training, playing on a wide-range of teams, and traveling to many major cities for training camps,I began to sneak upon my freshman year where I attend the high school my foster dad coached.
The next year, I was a freshman, matriculating into the same high school my foster father both taught and coached at. By now I had hit my growth spurt and stood at six foot six and weighed approxiametely two hundred and ten pounds. It was prominent, as the son of the coach and hardcore training over many years, I would be playing basketball. Coaching twenty years at a perrenial losing school and obtaining two potientallly star quality players , my foster dad began to develop and new system for the varsity team. Since I wasn’t going to be playing any games my freshman year, Rick put me on a rigid weight lifting program and provided me with the essential supplements for my success. Not seeing any playing time my freshman year, I focused my attention on lifting weights, and if I was not working on fundamentals in basketball, I was spending every free moment in the weight room and using the weights to help me build more muscle. Initially my weight had dropped to a low of one hundred ninety pounds, but it slowly came back. By time freshman year was ending, I was back to my normal two hundred ten pounds, but now very little fat was visible on my body. I was bigger, leaner , and much quicker after just a year of being in the program. During the summer that year, My dad had paid for me to go join a summer basketball camp at University of Kentucky. Being a former University of Kentucky student athlete graduate, my dad had many colleagues and buddies who coached or were trainers for the sports teams. There I met a old college buddy of my father, who had played basketball with him and there I began my workout. Rick already had plans that as a sophomore, I would start at the small forward position along with the other guy, Blake, the point guard, the other potential star that came into the high school with me.
By time my sophomore year rolled around, people began taking notice on me. Girls who had once never looked towards my direction, were now taking second, longer looks and often smiling at me. I walked past my foster sister, Emily, and her friends and overheard one of her friends mentioning how muscular and hot I became. As nice as it was to receive attention i had not had before, my main focus was basketball and I had to remove those thoughts from my mind. After many workouts during the next couple of months, not to much longer the winter season came around and along with it came basketball season. Not really worried about not making varsity since I made it last year, I still worked to the extreme extent just in case they got a couple of decent recruits or transfer students. Everyday after practice, I would make my way to a newly built, secluded health club called Fitness and finesse. My first day there I was shocked to see , Blake, our starting point guard, there working out by himself. Seeing as we were teammates I offered to workout with him and ever since we had been working out together both in the club’s basketball court and weight room, developing good chemistry with each other.
Even though I tried to be oblivious to my surroundings if it was not related to basketball, but no matter how hard I tried I always seem my eyes always seemed to fixate themselves on Cara, one of Emily’s friends, and a competitor with Emily for prettiest girl in our year. She was in all of my classes this year and although we did not talk often, she still sat beside me in some of my classes. Saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She stood close to six foot two and was the co-captain of both the varsity basketball and varsity volleyball team. She had an amazingly fit, enticing athletic body for a modest sixteen year old. Her facial features were a sight to behold, she could have put any famous super model to shame, her golden skin smooth, her large deep cool gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders.
Around this time, we were having a hardcore practice a week before our first game and then injuries began to play games with me. When I was going to collect a rebound, I landed awkwardly and later found out I had rolled my ankle. This injury put me in a ankle brace for about eight weeks, and would end my sophomore season before it even started. Since he wanted me healthy for the next year, Rick had me sit and heal for the whole year. Since my injury, I had been working out light to maintain my body build and not let any muscle turn into fat. By the end of my sophomore year I had grown to six foot eight.
Early next year, Rick stepped into my room. He wore his stern “coach” face, and I knew this would be one of his many famous coach speeches. He sat at the edge of the bed and pondered about what to say.
“Son I want you to know, in order for this team to win more games, we need you on the court and healthy. Blake can’t play every team by himself he needs help from another star,” he explained.
“I understand, I’ll do my best,” I replied.
Since my injury had healed, once again I was back on my regiment training program at the health club, working on the fundamentals and weight lifting with Blake. I was going into my junior season and since I had sat out my freshman year and was injured during my sophomore year, I was determined to make a my debut this year. As of right now, I was now six foot eight, and two hundred twenty pounds. Since football season was coming to an end, we still had a month until our season started so we had work outs everyday after school from two to four. After three weeks of work outs, my verticle, speed, size , and basketball IQ were the talk of the school. Going one on one with our centers, small forwards, and power forwards, I dominated them all with ease, including the seniors. It came to the attention of a reporter who worked at UKP, a local news station, who was in charge of the sports section. Coming by the house, we had an thirty minute interview that was showed on the Friday night sports segment on UKP. Coming back from the weekend break, I was a celebrity at school, getting high-fives, chest bumps, and many jokes on my half of being nervous during my interview.
As a junior, my school was tried their best to put into our heads about our future, so I took an AP class on account of “preparation”. I grabbed a seat in the back hoping to keep myself out of view. I was a extremely good student, rarely having to study since I was blessed with the gift of a photographic memory. By now I was now the talk of the school, and as the local news station described me, the savior grace of Blaine High and the best player that the school has had since its first days. I had never dated any girls from school, in fact I barely had the time for anything social the only person I really associated with was Blake. But sitting next to me was the basketball,volleyball all-star was Cara. She was a girl in the “in-crowd” along with my foster sister , Emily, who seemed to be the center of attention and dictated how the school was ran. I had only spoken to her a few times when she would spend a night with Emily,but it we only exchanged a greeting and an occasional conversation about basketball. As she sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but glance at her, only to be caught by her and recieved a angelic smile. It began difficult to focus in class, as my mind began to wonder. Soon the bell rang and I was off to workouts.
After another month of school, our football team won the state championship as they were lead to victory by our quarterback,Phil Micheals, who was a top college prospect. Now we we upon the arrival of the basketball season. On Friday, the season started against our town rivals and past state champions, Winchester High. They were a highly skilled and depended heavly on their championship defense, led by their seven foot star center, Joe Edwards. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting for this debut for the past three years. By time I was on the court, I silenced everything from my mind, but Blake and the sound of the ball dribbling. My goal was to score, get into their heads, and shut down Joe. It was only the half time, but we had a 41-39 lead on the State Champions. With my ability to score, the elite, precision passes and driving skills by Blake, we had them on their heels wondering how we had gotten so good. Coach had me and Blake sit out the third quarter to rest and I had to watch as Joe and his team turned the tides and took a 62-43 lead going into the fourth quarter. Coming back into the game in the fourth quarter, me and Blake’s chemistry exploded as we were throwing alley oops, behind the back passes, and set each other for three-point shots. Much to the chagrin of Winchester, they watched as their lead diminished from 62-43 to 65-63. Only making a three pointer off a bad defense play that left their shooting guard wide open. With 10 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the ball was back in my hands and I was at the the top of the key with their small forward guarding me. 10,9,8,7,6, I hit a quick double crossover on him easily getting past him, and spun on the incoming defender trying to help his teammate. 5,4,3,2,1. With the clock dwindling down on my way to the lane to make this game go into OT, I came face to face with Joe, who stood ready to block me at all cost, the star players going head to head. Coming to a stop, I pumped a jumpshot that got Joe into the air, and leaning into him, I through up a shot that miraculously went in, and earned a free shot as Joe was called for the foul. The crowd was silent as I stood at the line. Growing up, Rick told me free throws decide a game, so I was often practicing them. Bouncing the ball three times, flipping the ball in the palm of my hand, I bent my knees and let the ball soar towards the basket and watched as it hit the back of the net and signaled our victory. The crowd erupted into a deafening sign of applause and cheers as we took the win from the State Champions. I earned a few high fives from the guys, a fist bump from Blake, and a rare smile from Rick.
We were off on the right track. I had a decent game finishing with a double-double with twenty-six points, 10 rebounds, a block, and three steals. The newstation was kind to me the next day, calling me Saint Jay, the man who let his hand show his team the way to victory over the state champs. I stayed home on Sunday to rest and invited Blake over for some video games. The next day at school, I recieved applaused in my classes. Cara turned to me in class and congratulated me on a great game and told me she had enjoyed watching me play. Giving her a small nod, I thanked her.
We won our next four games by large margins, The teams were seeing a whole new Blaine basketball team that was dominating anybody they played. I continued to average a double-double with twenty plus points and ten plus rebounds per game. I was just getting home from the health club when Emily walked into my room.
“Someone I know has been talking about you lately and is often hinting that she wants you to ask her out,” Emily told me.
“Really? Someone told you about me?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, you interested in a date?” she asked a smile forming on her lips.
“Depends, who is she?”
“Well she’s very pretty, smart athletic, my friend and really likes you.” She replied ” She sits next to you in your AP World History class.”
“Cara?” I asked a little too eagerly.
“Bingo!” she smiled widely.
I looked at Emily like she was crazy. I didn’t really believe her because she would often try to play tricks on me so I quickly found out not to apprehend what she tells me. She went on to tell me, that Cara had wondered why I never spoke to her, was it because I already had a girlfriend. Knowing me to be oblivious to anything but basketball, Cara told her no , that my mind was just on basketball.
I thought about it the next couple of days, but my mind was on our back to back games on Thursday and Friday night. We played and beat a easy team on Thursday, but tonight we played against the runner ups of last year’s state championship, a certain playoff contender. This was of course another must win game to help boost our morale. My mind was completely focused on the game.
“Hey Devon, what are you doing after the game?” Cara asked approaching me.
“Just going home and resting,” I replied.
“Oh, well a friend of mine is having a party after a game, and since Emily was going with Brandon, would you like to…. you go…with me,” She said nervously.
“Sorry, I’m not the kind of guy to party,” I said quietly.
“Yeah I know, Cara told me all you think about is basketball, but I figured I should ask anyway,” she replied.
She seemed really disappointed and I thought back to what Emily had told me earlier. Before she could leave the classroom, I grabbed her hand.
“You going to the game tonight?”, I asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it, and neither will the rest of the student body,” she beamed.
“Lets see what happens after the game,” I told her.
She smiled instantly. “Okay!”
As we entered the court of the opposing team, we were instantly booed, letting us know we were not wanted here. Playing many years of basketball, I learn to drown out the noise of the crowd as they were irrelevant, however it is always better to know they are cheering for you. The home team’s starting lineup was called up, receiving applause from their crowd. Then in a disturbed tone, they named our starting line up, receiving repetitive boos.
We lined up at the center of the court, waiting for the opening tip. With the ball in the air, our center quickly tipped the ball to the back court towards Blake, who picked up the ball and through a pass to me while I was running in a open lane, easily scoring. Me and Blake went to work quickly at the beginning of the game, using our provided chemistry to use a bunch of maneuvers and passes to break down their defense. We were had a good eleven point lead of 28-17, at the end of the first quarter.
In the second half they tried bringing two people to guard me instead of one. I figured I’d see this happen eventually, so I was always prepared for this. We performed a three man weave with our teammate,James, the shooting guard. Blake passes to me, then I to James, James back to Blake, Blake to James, and me for the cut in to the lane for a score. This method was only effective enough to bring the lead up by six points. Everytime I got the ball they would bring to people on me, so I would have to pass it to the open man for assists. We went up to a 72-46 lead at the end of the third quarter. Coach Rick to the starters out the game in the fourth quarter to let the second string get playing time. We never relinquished the lead ending the game 84-68. I finished the game with twenty points, seven rebounds, and a career high of fourteen assists. Looking around, I found Cara standing with Emily and I guess the guy she was taking to the party, Brandon. She smiled and waved me over when she saw me.
“Hey Devon, nice game today,” she said.
“Thanks, it was a much needed win, now we can continue our undefeated season,” I replied.
“You want to go to the party?” SHe asked
“Actually, how about I take you to dinner instead?” I asked.
“Sure!” she replied.
“Good, can you wait until I take a shower and get changed.?”, I asked.
“Yes I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” she told me.
I walked into the locker room, jumped into the shower, satisfied with my now fresh scent, I got out and put my clothes on. Packing my game shoes, shorts, and jersey in my bag, I headed to the parking lot.
We walked over to my camaro. There was a few good things about having a former professional basketball player as a foster dad. Tossing my bag in the backseat, I opened Cara’s door for her, then walked to my side and got in the drivers seat. I was taking her to a new five-star resturant that just opened up a mile from where we were.
“Do you have a curfew?” I asked her.
“No, My parents trust me,” She replied.
We had a really good time, she ordered a roundhouse steak, and I just got a burger and fries. We talked about what I planned to do after high school, what college I was thinking about going to, where I was born, and just things about myself. Looking at my watch, I had noticed we had been in the resturant “for an hour and a half.
“You ready to leave?”, I asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
Paying for the dineer, I slipped a ten dollar tip and we headed for my car. I drove her to her house, got out and opened her door for her. She told me she had a great night. STanding on her tippy toes, she gave me a quick peck on the lips before hurring inside her house.
We easily won our next nine games by a margin of twenty or more, our dynamic offense being the deciding factor. We held all of our teams under fifty while we managed to score more than eighty each game; breaching the hundred point mark twice. Rick was getting calls from recruiters asking him what college I planned on attending. He kept all options open by telling them all that it was my decision after all.It was quite ordinary to see me on the news as it was always how many great plays I made that kept our undefeated season alive.
Ever since the night we had dinner after the game, me and Cara dated many times over the past couple of weeks, going out to eat, movies, and eventually her dragging me to a party. Soon, I found myself looking forward to spending time with her. She helped take my mind off everything and give me a chance to live my teenage life. We began kissing, which gradually turned into making out, but it never went further than that. Rick instilled into me to be a gentleman and always wait for the lady.
We were playing the worst team in our division, they were winless in and out of the division. This was the last game before spring fling the following week that was a week of games back to back to back and so forth. The game was followed by the annual spring dance. Spring break was only two weeks away.
It was a blowout , by halftime I had thirty-two points , sixteen rebounds, seven steals, and three blocks setting the school record for points , rebounds, and steals. The score was a easy 74-12. As in not to embarass them, Coach sat us out the second half, and we watched as our secondary team, pushed the lead to 114-42 by the end of the game. After the game I walked to locker room, showered, changed, and went to the cafteria where the dance was being held.
I arrived at the dance ten minutes late. I was greeted with applause from everybody as I entered the cafeteria. Looking around, I found Cara in the corner standing with Emily and her boyfriend, Brandon. Seeing as I finally made it, she came rushing into my arms.
“Hey big shot, great game even though you only played one half,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you,” I replied.
A repitive tap on the mic caught everybody’s attention. Everybody turned towards the stage where our student council president, Leslie, struggled to turn the mike on. Banging on the microphone, resorted to a high screeching, that made everybody cover ther ears. After a couple of seconds, she got it working.
“Hey everybody and welcome to the Spring Dance !” she shouted into the microphone.
This earned a applause from the students.
“As you may know the results are in for Spring Fling Court.” She turned to where the band was playing. “Drum roll please.”
The drummer began a slow drum roll.
“Our Spring Fling King is….,” she paused to let the suspense in the air.” Devon Valentine!”
Everybody immediately turned to look at me. They began to clap enthusically. I held my head down in shyness and was gonna stand there had Cara not pushed me forward towards the stage. Walking up the stage, I stood next to Leslie who placed the crown on my head.
“Now for Spring Fling Queen…” She paused again to add the same suspense as earlier.”Please welcome to the stage, Miss Cara Robinson.”
Now it was her turn to blush, and act shy. Emily gave her a little nudge that caused her to make her way to the stage. She made her way to stand next to Leslie who placed the crown atop of her head.
“Now please congralute the Spring Fling Court!” she shouted. “May you guys take the honor of first dance.”
We recieved applause. I led her down the steps and onto the dance floor. Placing my hands on her waist while she locked her arms around my neck, we began a slow dance. Soon the other couples took our lead , and we were surrounded by dancing couples.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to the slow songs. I loved how Cara’s body fit into mine. The warmth her body gave off onto my own. The band left around midnight, and everybody began to go home. I took Cara home, ending our night with a kiss.

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