Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

'Make sure you look good for your date' I recalled Duane's words as he messaged me earlier in the day and rolled my eyes. I had no clue where we were going but I figured I would look decent enough to blend in anywhere without looking overdressed or underdressed, at least.

I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. Despite my best attempts to not seem like I put any effort in, I looked pretty cute in this outfit. The light pink lipstick complimented the colour of my lips perfectly, and the eyeliner brought out the brightness of my eyes. The dress fit my figure snugly, accentuating my curves in just the right places, without seeming overly revealing or slutty.

I checked my phone one last time before grabbing a pair of high heels and heading outside, careful to not let Mom or Dad see me. I had lied and told them that I was staying over at a friend's house tonight to study.

I walked over to the park where I spotted Duane leaning against a lamppost, scrolling through his phone. He wore a pair of jeans, with brown loafers and a casual white shirt with its sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms. He looked up as I got closer, "Well, hello gorgeous!"

"Don't call me that," I frowned at him as his eyes roamed up and down my body before meeting mine again. I felt self-conscious about my attire and folded my arms defensively.

"Why not? You ARE gorgeous..." He grinned and I could see the appreciation in his eyes as he continued, "I love that dress on you."

"Whatever," I replied coldly and looked past him, "So where are we going?"

Duane chuckled, shaking his head at my reaction, "You said you'd act like my girlfriend tonight. At least try and make it believable, will you? I can always go back to your mom if you aren't interested."

I sighed heavily and took a few seconds to compose myself. "Okay fine..." I forced an overly enthusiastic smile and stepped forward to wrap my hands around Duane's muscular forearm. "There, happy now?" I asked with a sarcastic smile. "Where are we going Mr. Boyfriend?"

I didn't really have high hopes from him as he was such an obvious brute, so I was pleasantly surprised when he said, "I got us reservations at Luigi's."

Luigi's was the most expensive fancy Italian restaurant in town, and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise. I hadn't expected someone like him to be able to get a reservation there.

"Wow... I thought you'd take me to some fast food place or something. You know, to be consistent with your character."

Duane just laughed and shook his head, "I guess I'm a man of many surprises. But I'm actually quite a gentleman if you give me chance."

"Sure you are!" I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes in disbelief as we made our way to Luigi's on foot.

To his credit, this was honestly a good idea for a first date. The dim evening light was perfect for a nice walk in the cool breeze. And I also couldn't help but notice the way he walked with his broad muscled shoulders and the confidence in his stride.

"What do you think, Miss Manager?" He asked as if reading my thoughts, "A good start?"

"It's okay, I suppose," I admitted reluctantly as he chuckled at my attempt at being indifferent and unimpressed. However, deep down I had to admit that Duane had managed to impress me so far.

"So, what did you tell your parents about tonight?" he asked as we walked along the path.

"I told them I'm out on a date with Tom," I replied. "What did you tell yours?"

"That I'm out on a date with the most beautiful girl in school..." he said, looking over at me with a smile.

'What an obvious line.' I thought as I ignored his comment, but blushed nonetheless, despite that, "So, how is it that you got us reservations at this place? Isn't Luigi's fully booked for months?"

"Let's just say I have my ways," Duane grinned confidently, "I picked the place since I was sure that no one from school will likely show up here. I did promise that we'd keep this a secret."

Despite my annoyance towards him, I blushed and smiled at his words, happy that he would go so far as to keep his end of the deal.

We spent the rest of the walk chatting idly until we finally reached Luigi's. It was a fancy Italian restaurant; one of those fancy restaurants where you can never ever get a table, and here we were, walking in.

Duane Williams was a jerk, but it seemed like he knew how to treat a girl. As we were guided by the waiter to our seat, Duane placed his arm protectively over my back and whispered into my ear, "Every guy in here is jealous of me tonight. I can't blame them though; you do look stunning in that dress."

His words made me blush and I was about to respond, but we reached our seats and he pulled my chair for me. It was weird seeing this side of him. I had never seen him act like this before, and to be honest, I kind of liked this side of Duane.

Not to mention, it felt like a nice change of pace to go out with someone other than Tom for once, even if it was just an act. I mean, Tom is the BEST, no doubt, but we've been dating for so long, so it's only natural that things get a bit predictable after a while, isn't it? When was the last time he pulled out a chair for me?

The rest of the evening went by like a dream. The atmosphere was nice, dim lights and candles, with soft music in the background. Duane ordered us the best wine on the menu and to my surprise, they didn't even bother checking our IDs. I guess this wasn't the kind of place where students came often. And despite hating the fact that I was out with him, I had to admit I was enjoying his company.

He was witty and intelligent, as well as incredibly charming. After a bit of early resistance, he got me to open up to him a lot more and before I knew it, I found myself laughing at his lame jokes. And then eventually he got me to talk about myself.

"So, tell me Kayla, how's life as the Principal's kid?" he asked with a smirk, "Must be nice to have the teachers all wrapped around your finger?"

I rolled my eyes at his comment and took another bite from my pasta. "It's not as much fun as you might think. I mean yeah, sometimes they do cut me some slack, but it can also be really tough sometimes."

"Like how?"

I looked at his face, surprised for a second that I was about to share something personal with Duane Carter!

"Well..." I said, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "I mean, everyone knows who my parents are, so they expect a lot more from me. It can be exhausting sometimes."

"I'm sure you manage just fine. You're smart and talented!" he grinned, "Besides, you don't strike me as someone who backs down from any challenge."

"That I AM..." I agreed with a grin, feeling the wine getting to my head as I felt myself loosening up a bit. This date was starting to be a lot more fun now that I stopped resisting him.

"And I must say, you've impressed me tonight. I never expected a guy like you to be so well behaved and gentlemanly..." I admitted as he raised his glass to mine. We clicked our glasses together and sipped our drinks before he spoke again, "So you thought I was some sort of a brute, huh?"

"Aren't you?!" I smirked.

He grinned back at me mischievously, "Well, let's just say... There's more to me than meets the eye..."

***

The rest of the 'date' went great. We talked about everything from our favourite movies, to our favourite music, to the books we've read recently, and so on. It was amazing how easy it was to talk to him, even when I knew that he usually was the biggest douche on the planet. Well, at least he pretended to be one.

I also understood that even for an exceptional player like him, he had his own stress. Like his father, Coach Carter, pushing him harder and harder. Also, his high expectations where he had lined up a bunch of meetings with some scouts for him. Having Duane open up to me like that was a bit of a surprise, but I couldn't help but feel just a bit closer to him after that...

So, when he dropped me off back at the park, I found myself almost sorry that our 'date' came to a close.

"Thanks, that was... fun," I admitted, looking down at the ground as I fidgeted nervously with my hands.

Duane chuckled and took a step towards me. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said in a soft, low murmur. Then he added with a wink, "You were a very good fake girlfriend."

"Oh, shut up..." I rolled my eyes, "Don't push it..."

"We should do it again, tomorrow," he cut me off, looking at me intently.

I blushed bright crimson and turned to look away from him, "If you keep your end of our deal regarding staying away from my mom, then maybe..."

"Oh, I intend on keeping my part of the agreement..." He replied, stepping forward and leaning towards me, as my eyes widened, "I just hope that you'll keep up your end too..."

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered nervously as I looked at him. His face was inches from mine.

"Well, wouldn't a good girlfriend give her boyfriend a goodbye kiss before he drops her home?" He smirked, licking his lips suggestively, "Unless... you want to break the rules of the deal?"

I bit my lip in hesitation and shook my head, "N-No..."

"Good..." He smiled and closed the distance between us, placing his lips on mine as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

Unlike the first time he kissed me, this was much less forceful. His soft full lips were gentle against my own. I found myself relaxing into his embrace as I allowed his tongue into my mouth, swirling with my own.

'This is so wrong!' I thought to myself as I kissed him back, my arms wrapping around his neck. My body seemed to move by itself as I pressed my curvy frame into his muscular chest. My nipples hardened beneath my bra as he cupped my ass with his large hands and squeezed it hard before I could stop him.

"S-stop that..." I mumbled, pulling away from his hungry mouth as I gasped for breath. My heart was beating fast as Duane grinned at me cockily. His fingers still squeezing and fondling my ass.

He leaned back with an evil grin, "Now, wasn't that nice? You're a great kisser, Kayla, almost as good as your mom."

"You pig!" I hissed at him, while at the same time blushing about how good the kiss felt. But he just chuckled as he released his hands from my ass and stepped back.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes," he smirked, blowing a kiss, as he headed off into the night, leaving me there alone, standing there, with my heart pounding in my chest.

***

The next morning, I couldn't stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was angry with myself that I enjoyed it so much and that I let it get so out of control, even letting him grab my ass like that!

'God, what am I doing...' I thought as I got dressed for school. I was supposed to be helping my mom keep this jerk away from her but somehow, I was finding it difficult to stick with that decision.

I sighed to myself, trying to shake off these thoughts, 'I am just helping her. That's all.'

***

But my weak resolve was quickly put to the test as I watched the team split into two and play a scrimmage with each other. Duane and Marvin, shirtless and glistening with sweat, as they ran up and down the court.

For some reason, my eyes couldn't stop following Duane. He was so impressive in the court, and he looked even better shirtless, with his chiselled chest on display, as he effortlessly outplayed everyone on the team.

On any other day, I wouldn't care at all. But after the way he had treated me last night, with respect and affection, I was suddenly paying a lot more attention. The way his muscles flexed every time he moved. The way his body glistened with his sweat as he ran around the court with a confidence that made it clear that he knew exactly how good he was.

I found myself mesmerized by him as I absent-mindedly bit on my pen and watched him play.

'Stop it Kayla,' I scolded myself, 'Just keep your distance and get this over with. You are not supposed to be thinking about him like that!'

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice my mom come up and sit next to me.

"They're doing great, aren't they?" she said cheerily as I blushed and quickly looked away, pretending that I wasn't just eyeing Duane up.

"Y-yeah. They're... really good..." I muttered as Mom smiled warmly.

"Yeah! They've been working really hard!" she said, watching the boys play. "I'm so proud of them all. Especially Duane," She added with a small chuckle, "That boy was a bit of a handful but he's turned out to be the core of the team."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, unable to meet her eyes. "Well, he's pretty talented... but if he had a better attitude then..."

"You know, he can actually be very sweet when he wants to be," She cut me off and I could see her smile as she spoke. "I never expected it but it's true..."

"Yea... yeah." I muttered awkwardly, not wanting to discuss Duane with Mom. "I think I'll leave early today. Tom's coming to pick me up."

"Sure honey!" Mom replied cheerfully, "Tell him I said hi!"

***

During the next few days, we went out on a few more 'dates', and after each time, our kisses got hotter and hotter, and I found myself getting lost in the moment and forgetting that it was Duane I was making out with.

He found a secluded park bench where we would make out after our dates, hidden away from everyone. He was such an amazing kisser, his lips so soft. He would kiss me passionately, holding me against his muscular body and his hands would explore all of my curves.

And despite hating myself for it every night, I couldn't help but let myself get carried away as I enjoyed these dates and my secret make-out sessions with Duane. He would surprise me with a top-notch date and then we would make out for half-an-hour in the dark, in our secluded spot at the park. The guilt would creep in when I would get back home and call Tom.

But each day, it got harder for me to resist Duane. Each day, it was more difficult for me to push his hands away from my body, as our kisses grew more intense.

'He's so good with his hands!' I thought to myself by the fourth date when he had pulled me into his lap and kissed my lips before I could stop him.

"God! You are so hot!" he murmured as he kissed me. "I love these sexy lips..." he groaned and kissed me again, his lips gentle yet forceful. My arms wrapped around his neck, his tongue swirling with my own as our lips parted. I whimpered into his mouth, letting out another moan of pleasure at the way he made my body feel on fire.

His hands slid down my back and gently cupped my ass as I moaned, my eyes closed. His fingers began to knead and squeeze my ass, making me gasp out loud.

"Mmmm..." I groaned, feeling the warmth of his touch through the thin material of my shorts as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks. "D-Duane... W-we shouldn't..."

Duane ignored my protests and continued kissing me, his lips moving down to my neck and sucking on the soft skin there. He knew exactly what to do to make me weak in the knees as he nibbled and licked at my sensitive spot.

"Ohhh..." I moaned again as his fingers continued to knead, rub and squeeze my curvy ass-cheeks. His other hand slid down from my waist and began caressing the inside of my thigh. My eyes were closed, and I was getting lost in the pleasure of being touched and kissed by him.

"God! Your ass is amazing!" Duane groaned, his fingers massaging and fondling my butt cheeks as I let out a soft whimper. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, making me moan and squirm as I straddled his lap. "I could just play with that soft, sexy bubble butt all day long!"

His crude words were in sharp contrast to my Tom, who would never even dream about speaking to me like that. Tom treated me with the respect and love that I deserved. But somehow, I couldn't deny that something about the way Duane said such nasty things to me felt so damn sexy.

"You're such a pervert..." I groaned as I gave in finally and let him continue touching me. "Stop it... Stop talking like that."

Duane broke the kiss and leaned back to admire my flushed face. His eyes twinkled with desire and lust as he looked down at me, a wicked grin on his lips. "You're such a naughty tease... You love the way I talk dirty to you. It drives you crazy..."

"S-stop it..." I whispered, looking up into his eyes, unable to stop myself from blushing at his words. He was right about how much it turned me on, but I could never admit that out loud.

Lucky for me, my phone buzzed loudly just then, interrupting the moment. My heart skipped a beat when I glanced at my screen. It was Tom calling me! I quickly pushed myself off of Duane's lap and tried to regain my composure as I answered my boyfriend's call.

"Hey baby!" I greeted him cheerfully.

"Hey, Kayla. What're you up to?" he asked, and I blushed guiltily for a second before replying.

"I just came out for a walk in the park with Karlee," I lied through my teeth as I turned to look back at Duane, who was staring intently at my ass with an evil grin on his lips. He mouthed the word "LIAR".

"Well, you are free to come over and watch a movie at my place. My parents are out for dinner and won't be back till late, so..."

I bit my lip nervously as I looked at Duane, who sat on the bench with his smug smile, looking at me. I knew Tom had been feeling a bit left out since I'd been busy with practice and my dates with Duane, so it wasn't fair to him.

"Yeah, sure baby. Why don't I come over right now?" I said, ignoring Duane's disapproving stare. "I'll see you in 5."

***

Now, any parent would have a fit if they heard their daughter was staying over till late at her boyfriend's house. But Tom was our neighbour and he'd been my boyfriend since 10th grade, so Mom had no problem with me spending the night watching a movie with Tom alone. I mean, she trusted him more than anyone else in the world.

So, after ditching Duane, who instructed me to meet up during lunch the next day, I headed straight over to my sweet boyfriend's place for our movie date. It felt like ages since I had spent any quality time with him.

But as we cuddled up in their den and the rom-com he had picked for us started playing, I realized that I couldn't focus on it. All I could think about was Duane's kiss earlier and how much it turned me on. My mind kept going back to his hands groping me, his tongue swirling with mine.

I looked over at Tom and in a sudden rush of guilt, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. Tom's eyes went wide with surprise, but he quickly responded, his arms wrapping around me. He gave a soft, gentle kiss as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He seemed taken aback by my aggression, but soon relaxed and let me take the lead.

I straddled his lap as I kissed him deeply, feeling a sense of desperation taking control over my body. I wanted Tom to make me feel the same way Duane did. I needed him to show me that he was better.

But it wasn't working. As good as his kisses were, they weren't even close to the passion and heat of Duane's. His fingers rested against my ass as I straddled him, but he didn't take the chance to squeeze them, even when I pushed myself against him, desperate for more.

"Mmmm..." I let out a soft moan as I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "T-Tom... Please touch me," I said as I reached behind to his hands and pressed them against my ass.

"A-Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly.

"God! Yes!" I moaned in frustration. "Don't hold back..." I whispered, pressing my lips to his again.

"Mmmm..." Tom groaned as he finally began to knead my ass, massaging the soft cheeks gently. It felt good, but it just wasn't the same. My mind flashed back to the way Duane's powerful hands squeezed and groped me. Duane was so good with his hands, and his fingers knew their way around a round bubble butt, but Tom was in uncharted territory.

I whimpered as I closed my eyes, imagining Duane was the one touching me instead. 'Oh God!' I moaned inside my mind as I imagined it being Duane's tongue that invaded my mouth, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

'What am I doing?'

"Kayla? We should stop..." Tom whispered, finally pulling back.

I opened my eyes in surprise and looked at his handsome face, "W-why?"

"I-I mean... I don't want us to get carried away," he replied, "I mean, our parents only agreed to let us have these movie nights because they trust that we won't do anything... you know..."

'God! He is so sweet...' I thought to myself and blushed as he gently pushed me off his lap and we hit rewind on the movie to get back to where we were. 'But he doesn't know what I need right now!'

***

Things got worse for me during the days that followed, even at school. I was pretty much at his beck-and-call. Whenever he had a free period, he would message me to come over. Sometimes it was a quick peck on the cheek, sometimes it was a full make-out session in an empty classroom. I hated that he was able to control me this easily. It was like I had no self-control when I was around Duane.

Not to mention the ridiculous outfits he made me wear. He had bought those for me when he took me out shopping that one time. I mean, it was nothing too crazy. But all the outfits were really skimpy and showed off way too much cleavage for my liking.

'Why am I even wearing this stuff?' I wondered as I pulled on a super-short skirt that barely covered my ass. I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered if Tom would like to see me dressed like this, or if it would even get his attention. Duane on the other hand... Well, I knew exactly how he'd react!

"A good girlfriend would wear something real sexy for her boyfriend!" Duane's words rang in my mind as I rolled my eyes and pulled the zipper up on the skirt.

'I'm only doing this to help Mom win...' I muttered to myself, finishing the outfit with a crop top that showed off my midriff. 'It's not like I actually enjoy this or anything...'

***

Initially, I was feeling quite nervous by all the attention I got at school in my new sexy Avatar. But by lunchtime, I was feeling much more confident, and in fact I was looking forward to seeing Tom's reaction when we met at lunch.

But as I idly kicked my feet, waiting for him, near our usual lunch spot on the school grounds, I saw something that caught my attention!

My brother Manny, and a few seniors went walking behind the building. Now, I knew Manny could be a bit of an idiot, but he was my brother and if he was hanging out with those guys, it only meant trouble!

And I was right! I had barely reached the corner when the sounds of laughter and jeering caught my ears.

"Come on, man, just do it!" I heard one guy shout, "It's not gonna kill you!"

I peeped around the corner and saw them all standing in a circle, with Manny in the centre. It was some of the jock jerks from the football team. And they were up to no good...

"Come on, man! Do you want to be a pussy your whole life?!" The guy shoved Manny back towards the wall

"No! Wait! I don't think this is..." Manny stammered, but I was a step ahead of them both as I stepped out of my hiding spot and yelled, "HEY! Leave my brother alone!"

Manny's tormentor, Daniel, looked over at me in surprise, but he quickly recovered and grinned as he saw me standing there.

"Well, well, well..." he said, his eyes slowly raking down my body, "What do we have here?"

"Kayla?!" Manny exclaimed as his eyes widened. "W-what're you doing here?"

"I think she's come to save her wittle baby bwuvver..." The guy mocked as his two friends stepped closer to me, their eyes staring at me with a hunger that made me feel uneasy.

"Just leave him alone, Daniel..." I said, glaring at them, "Otherwise, my dad will..."

"Yeah, it'll be so good for everyone to hear that Manny goes running home to Mommy and Daddy whenever he gets in trouble!" Daniel taunted, as Manny flushed in embarrassment, "Do you want everyone to know that you're a pussy?!"

"No Kayla! Please!" Manny begged me, "Just leave. It'll be fine."

I was about to argue but just then another voice spoke up behind me.

"I think she told you to leave her brother alone, Daniel," I heard Duane's voice as he stepped out from behind the corner. I let out a little gasp as I looked up at him. His arms were crossed over his chest and his deep brown eyes stared at us all with an intimidating aura.

Daniel and his buddies turned to stare at Duane in surprise as well. They exchanged uncertain glances before Daniel replied, "This hasn't got anything to do with your, Carter!"

"Maybe not..." Duane said, stepping closer and casually placing his arm over my shoulder, "But Kayla's our team manager now. And I don't like anyone messing with my team..."

"Fuck off, Duane!" one of the guys yelled, "Just because you guys lucked out with some wins on the court, that doesn't make you such a hotshot!"

"You really want to try me?" Duane asked, stepping even closer as he towered over them. His voice deepened and I felt his grip tighten on my shoulder. I shivered involuntarily at the thought of a fight breaking out! Duane was just one guy and there were three of them!

But something about the way Duane held himself made Daniel think twice.

"It's not worth it... let's go," Daniel said, turning around. "This isn't over Manny!" he muttered, glaring back at my brother.

Duane chuckled as he watched them walk away, and then walked over to my brother, who was staring down at his feet, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." Manny nodded, "Thanks, Duane."

"Next time those idiots bother you, just let me know..." Duane smiled, slapping my little brother on his back, "I've got your back!"

Manny nodded and looked up at him, "Thanks, Duane, again," he muttered quietly before glancing back at me with a weak smile, "Sorry, Kayla!"

"Why don't you head off? I've got something to discuss with your sis," Duane suggested and Manny nodded, walking off shyly without another word.

Once he was out of earshot, I turned back to Duane and looked at him. He was looking at me with that smug, confident smirk of his.

"I guess, I should thank you, too..." I said awkwardly, blushing red, "for, uh... helping Manny and me out there..."

"Nah..." Duane brushed off my words, "Daniel's a jerk, but he isn't that dumb... he won't try that again."

I was about to say something when a call from Tom interrupted us. As I looked down at the phone, Duane casually walked off with a smile, "Spend your lunch with your perfect boyfriend, Kayla. But don't forget that we're meeting again for our free period!"

***

Even though Tom sat beside me for the next half-hour as we finished up lunch, my mind kept wandering back to the way Duane had stood up for Manny.

'Did I misjudge Duane?' I thought to myself,

'Or maybe, he only did it to get on my good side... He's still a bully!' I quickly corrected myself, shaking off these thoughts as Tom continued droning on and on about this new videogame that he had found.

I smiled and nodded at Tom, pretending to listen, while my mind continued to wander back to Duane, 'Sometimes, sometimes the brute didn't seem so bad after all!"

***

*SMACK*

Duane brought his large hand down hard on my ass, making me whimper and moan into the kiss as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass. We were in an empty classroom during lunch period, and he had wasted no time pulling me onto his lap while he sat on the teacher's desk.

"Ow! Stop..." I mumbled, breaking the kiss. My cheeks flushed red with arousal as he chuckled mischievously while he squeezed and groped me.

"What?" he smirked, "You love it when I do this..."

I blushed redder at his comment but said nothing. On any other day, I would argue. But with his earlier display of chivalry for Manny, and the way he touched me, I found myself unable to deny his words today. I blushed and nodded slightly while saying nothing.

"Good girl..." Duane groaned as his lips found my neck and kissed me hungrily. And I just sat in his lap, enjoying the feeling of him exploring my body in the most pleasurable way.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he continued to touch and kiss me. He knew exactly where to focus to make me weak. It felt so good that I was losing control over my actions.

"Ohhhh! God! Stop..." I whimpered as he sucked and licked at my lips, making me shiver and squirm on his lap.

"You're such a naughty tease, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes..." he murmured as he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at me, "You can't resist my touch, can you?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered out as he grinned smugly.

"Oh, I think you do," he replied confidently, and his fingers dug into my bare ass under the skirt, something that I had never imagined allowing him to do. "You love the way I play with that sexy booty... You're just a naughty little tease, pretending to be innocent."

And before he could continue his brutish taunting, I leaned in and pressed my soft lips to his. This was the best way to shut him up as our mouths moved against each other. My tongue swirling around his as I lost myself in the moment, forgetting all about the guilt that gnawed away at my conscience.

'I'm sorry Tom...' I moaned inside my mind as I kissed Duane with everything I had. 'I'm so so sorry... It's just until the championships!'

***

Semi-Finals: Richmond Raptors vs Eastwood High

It was the day of the semi-finals, and the entire school seemed to be buzzing with energy as our team prepared to take on Eastwood High again. We had defeated them during the playoffs, but they were considered one of the top two contenders for the championship.

I had watched Mom give it her all during the week leading up to the big game. Almost every evening she would pull the team into her office for a long huddle to run them through the plays, again and again. I tried to help her, but she insisted on some alone time with the guys, saying that it would be easier if it was just her in there.

I was so proud of her, and watching her work so hard made my daily make out sessions with Duane worth it. Yes, letting her star player grope my ass and kiss me like nothing else mattered in the world was worth it, because Mom would finally get the chance she had dreamed of for years.

I was sort of hoping that Duane might need a make-out session before the game to calm his nerves but to my surprise, he didn't bother me at all. Maybe he was too focused on his game? I almost felt a pang of disappointment as this would be the first day since we began this charade that I wouldn't have a chance to kiss my 'fake boyfriend'.

And just an hour before the game was to begin, a message from Duane finally popped up on my screen.

Duane: Hey! Come to the locker room. I need your help with something!

I sighed and rolled my eyes when I read his text. Did I really expect him to behave differently? 'Typical!' I thought, 'Of course he would need to make out with me before such an important game...'

I glanced over to Tom who sat with me in the bleachers. We usually liked coming in early and getting front row seats. I felt a twinge of guilt run through me as I looked at his handsome, gentle face.

"Umm... Tom, I need to go take care of some team stuff..." I said, trying to sound casual, "You mind holding on to the seat?"

"The game starts in an hour." He replied, looking confused, "Don't you have everything sorted out already?"

"I know... just wanted to check a few things..." I lied quickly as I got up and gave him a soft peck on the cheek before rushing off towards the locker room, my heart pounding in my chest.

***

"You're cutting it a little close if you wanted..." I called out sarcastically as I stepped into the locker room, but my voice was cut off when I was pulled into an empty stall and pushed against a wall.

"Duane! W-What the...?!" I exclaimed in surprise, but before I could say anything more, Duane's lips were on mine. My mind went blank as he kissed me hungrily, his hands sliding up under my skirt to grope my bare ass.

However, unlike every day he pulled back quickly, and I almost leaned forward with a dazed expression on my face, confused as to why he had stopped.

"Damn! I've been wanting to do that all day," He said with a chuckle, licking his lips, "But I need something else from you right now..."

"W-What?" I mumbled, trying to catch my breath as I stared up at his handsome face. He was already dressed in his shorts and jersey and his body looked amazing, muscular and chiselled. However, despite myself my eyes were drawn to the large bulge that was tenting his gym shorts and before I could look away, Duane caught me staring and smirked.

"You see my problem?" he said with an evil grin, "I need your help to get rid of this before I can play..."

My eyes went wide and looked up at him in shock, my face flush red in anger and embarrassment, "A-Are you out of your mind?! Y-You want me t-to...?!"

"I want you to give me a quick hand job..." he stated matter-of-factly, as if this was the most normal request in the world. "Well, I was just getting ready early, and I ended up thinking about you in the shower, and well, it won't go down!"

"Why the hell would you think about me while showering?"

"It's not my fault that you're so frikking hot, now is it? What guy would NOT think about you if you were his girlfriend?"

I blushed at his fake compliment and glanced back down at 'it', there was no denying it. His cock was rock-hard and straining against the material of his gym shorts, making an obscene bulge that seemed like it was just about to tear its way out right through. I blushed and looked up at his handsome face again, blushing a deep red.

"Duane... this is not what I agreed to..." I muttered nervously as my eyes were drawn back to it again. I mean I had felt it everyday, but consciously avoided thinking of it when I was sitting on his lap and making out with him, but seeing it like this... free and unrestrained... it was so much more intimidating...

"Please..." Duane said with his best puppy-dog look, "I tried jerking off but I can't get rid of it. You don't expect me to go out and play like this, do you?"

I almost nodded before I caught myself. The thought of him going onto the court and playing the match with that big bulge in his shorts was quite comical, if not plain impossible. Of course, he couldn't play the game like that!

"I guess my 'girlfriend' could at least give me a hand..." he added, looking at me with those intense dark eyes.

I almost chuckled at his comment and rolled my eyes at his obvious scheme. But despite my reservations as I bit my lip and tried to look away,I knew he was right. He needed my help or else Mom's entire hard work would go down the drain. She had worked so hard these past few weeks; she had come so close... How could I let something as stupid as Duane's boner get in her way now?

I blushed and bit my lip, "O-Okay... But just this once..."

Duane grinned and pulled me closer as he backed up against the wall. I gulped as my hands trembled nervously. I had never done anything like this before. Tom and I were waiting until marriage, so we never even got close to doing anything remotely sexual.

But here I was now... alone in the locker room with my 'fake boyfriend'. I knew this was wrong... I knew it was sinful, but I had to do this for my mom. If she lost this championship because her captain had a 'hard' time during the game, it would destroy her! I almost chuckled thinking about the pun.

"So... W-What should I do?" I asked, blushing as I stood before his towering form. This was so embarrassing, but he didn't seem to care.

"Pull it out..." He said simply as if this was nothing, "You know how to do that right?"

I glared at him and huffed angrily before reaching down tentatively with both my hands, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. I could feel the heat emanating off his body as I gently began to pull his shorts down over his muscular thighs.

"O-Oh. My. God!" I gasped as his hard as a rock, black as midnight cock sprang out of his gym shorts!

Now, I have seen some porn before... but nothing could have prepared me for how big Duane's thing was! My tall, black basketball player had a baseball bat in his shorts. I really did chuckle this time, but he didn't seem to care.

Thick, veiny and absolutely massive! I mean, I was sure that even the porn stars on those websites didn't have a cock this big! It was already slick with some sticky substance, which made it shine in the dim lighting of the locker room stall. It was so thick and meaty, with a huge swollen tip! He was right, there was no way he could ever play with this thing standing at full mast!

"S-So big..." I mumbled in shock, before gasping and realizing that the words in my head had escaped through my lips. I looked up at Duane, my cheeks flushed red as he chuckled smugly.

"Yeah... It's a handful..." he said with a cocky grin, "But I'm sure you can manage!"

I, however, blushed nervously and looked up at him earnestly, "I-I've never done this before... D-Do I just..."

In response, he gently pulled me closer and leaned down to kiss my lips sensually, cutting off my stuttering, "Just do what comes naturally..." he murmured against my lips as he guided one of my hands down to his throbbing shaft, "Grab it with both hands and stroke it gently..."

I gasped against his soft lips as my slender fingers wrapped around his thick, long shaft. 'God! It's so warm!' I thought to myself as I felt the blood coursing through it, pumping it up even thicker! I could feel his heartbeat in his dick. I could take his pulse from the way it was throbbing. It felt so heavy and firm in my small soft hands!

"Ahhhh fuck..." Duane groaned into my mouth and pulled back from our kiss and I looked up at him in panic.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, biting my lower lip with worry.

However, he just chuckled and shook his head, "No! No... Keep going... Just like that... Slowly..."

I blushed and nodded as I gently began to stroke his shaft. My white fingers looked so small against the thick, black length of his cock. It felt amazing to feel it throb and pulse in my hand as Duane groaned loudly.

His fingers reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him as my body pressed up against his muscular frame. I blushed, feeling his large palms sliding up under my shirt and rubbing the bare skin of my waist as I continued to slowly stroke his hard shaft.

"You like how big it is, don't you?" He murmured as his fingers traced the bare skin of my waist.

"Shut up!" I mumbled, embarrassed, "Y-You are such a jerk for making me do this!"

"Maybe..." he chuckled, his fingers sliding up to cup my full breasts through my shirt, "But you sure seem to be enjoying it..."

"D-Duane... Y-You can't...!" I gasped but he just grinned smugly at me.

"Hey, you're getting to see me naked and fondle my big cock. This is only fair!" he said as he caressed my breasts, squeezing them firmly, which made me whimper.

"I-It's not fair..." I bit my lip as his fingers began to knead and squeeze my tits through my shirt. 'This wasn't what I agreed to!' I thought as I blushed.

"Wow, they feel even bigger than they look..." He groaned, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Just let me enjoy them and I'll cum faster...Ahhh... you don't want anyone else to come in and find us, do you?"

My eyes widened at the thought. He was right! Jake, Wilson, the other boys from the team could walk in at any moment... 'What would they think if they caught me giving their captain a hand job?!'

"O-Okay..." I sighed finally and looked away from his intense eyes, "Just don't take too long."