Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

After waiting for about half an hour, I dialled his number a few more times before I angrily dropped him a text and tried calling up Dad, who also wasn't reachable on his phone.

'Shit...' I muttered as it began drizzling lightly before quickly turning into a heavy shower.

'I'm going to fucking kill Tom for leaving me stranded out here!' I thought to myself, as I tried Dad again to no avail. I sighed and finally dialled Duane!

Half an hour later, Duane pulled over at my location. He looked at me and grinned as he opened his door and signalled for me to get in quickly.

"What happened?" he asked with a chuckle as he watched me rush into the passenger side of his car in the downpour.

But I was shivering too much to talk as I looked down at myself properly. I was drenched to the bone, my skintight T-shirt clung to my breasts and the white fabric had become semi-transparent, revealing the pink bra underneath it!

"Tom... was supposed to pick me up... but he... he didn't," I stammered, shivering. "I-I got left stranded..."

"Here!" Duane said as he turned up the heat inside the car and took off his jacket, handing it to me.

"Thanks..." I said with a small smile, putting on his jacket and sighing as I felt myself warming up, "That feels so much better..."

I looked up at him, half expecting him to be gawking at my body in its soaked clothes or whip out a witty remark, but instead he just sighed and started driving.

"Are you hungry? We could stop for dinner once you dry off a bit."

"Honestly? I'd just like to go home!" I replied with a grateful smile, "A hot bath is what I need."

Duane nodded and turned his car around and started to drive. I couldn't help but admire his strong handsome face as he concentrated on the road in front of him.

And once I warmed up enough, I blushed as I thought of how gentle he was being. No teasing, no lewd remarks... Nothing!

*Ring* *Ring*

The ringing of his phone broke the moment, but Duane reached over into his pocket and cut it off. He gave me a soft smile, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah... Much warmer..." I said, looking up at him, "Maybe we can stop for dinner..."

*Ring* *Ring*

I glanced over at the phone; it was from his dad but Duane grabbed it quickly and cut the call again.

"Sorry about that!" He said as he glanced at me, "So, dinner?"

"Yeah, I think that would be nice..." I replied with a blush, "Thanks... For coming out to get me. You weren't busy or anything right?"

"Nah... I was just hanging out with the boys," he said with a smile, "It wasn't a problem at all to drop by!"

***

It was quite late by the time we finally got back home, and I bumped into Mom in the living room when I walked in. She was on a call.

"I have no idea where he rushed off to, Coach. I'm so sorry!" I overheard her say, "I hope you can convince them to be there at the finals!"

She continued to apologize and said her goodbye to whoever was on the other side. And once she cut the call, I looked over at her, "Everything ok?"

"Nope. That was Coach Carter. He had lined up a meeting for Duane with a scout and Duane didn't show up," she said irritably, "Coach is trying to reschedule it, but this was a scholarship opportunity for Duane."

Duane... He was supposed to be with a scout right now. Then why did he...

I felt a sudden rush of gratitude towards my 'bully' boyfriend. I made some small talk and rushed up to my room, grabbing my phone as I texted Duane a heartfelt thank you note.

> Hey. Thanks for picking me up! But then I heard from Mom that you missed a really important meeting... You're an idiot...

His reply was almost instantaneous.

Duane: It's fine. Don't worry about it!

I looked at his message and was about to type out an apology for creating the issue when another message from him popped up.

Duane: If you want to make it up to me. You could give me another blowjob tomorrow.

I rolled my eyes and mouthed 'bastard' while smiling widely,as I knew it was all part of his act again. The kind and chivalrous side of him was only shown occasionally - and Duane tried his very best to not show it to others. My fingers typed out a quick reply.

Kayla: In your dreams... jerk.

Duane: I'm always dreaming of you

I bit my lip as I read his last message and blushed at the cheesy line. I thought for a moment and lifted my phone to take a selfie with me making a cute little pout. I clicked the pic and sent it across with the words

Kayla: Thank you for being a great boyfriend!

***

It turned out that Tom got pulled over, thanks to a broken taillight, on the way to pick me up and missed my call while he tried to sort it out with the cops! It was perfectly reasonable, and I couldn't really be mad at him for it.

But I couldn't help but wonder what Duane would have done in Tom's place. Knowing him - he would have found one way or the other to come himself or get me help. That much was sure. Duane was much more dependable!

And little did Tom know that his bad luck earned Duane a nice and proper thank you blowjob from his girlfriend the very next day.

"Fuck... Yes..." Duane growled as he looked down at my lips stretched around his thick black rod, "You look so fucking hot with a cock in your mouth!"

I blushed at his dirty words as I pulled my head back and began kissing along the side of his shaft while looking up at him, "This is... slurp... just because... mmmm... You're an idiot for... ughhh... missing the meeting for me... slurp... You didn't have to do that..."

He laughed and reached out with one hand, bending a little so he could cup my breasts as I worshipped his huge black cock.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, my mouth still sucking his tip, "Don't do that..."

"I think I earned it... You should have seen how angry Dad was when I got home!" He whispered, as my tongue lapped over his cockhead. I looked up at him with a glare, but then gave a soft nod. And with my permission, Duane's fingers began pinching and teasing my sensitive nipples, making me whimper around his thick black meat.

"D-duane..." I breathed, looking up at him as I kissed along his length, "You didn't have to... Mmmmpphhh... miss that meeting for me... I would've been fine!"

"I didn't want you there all alone in the rain," he replied, as he continued to play with my nipples, "Dad will just reschedule with the scout. But I couldn't just leave my girl stranded..."

I blushed, as he called me his 'girl', and I couldn't help but feel something inside me flutter. I gave him an embarrassed nod as I continued my worship of his cock.

'He's a cocky jerk most of the time, but sometimes...' I thought to myself as my hand wrapped around his shaft and began to pump him faster, 'he can be so nice...'

My tongue began lapping along the tip of his cock, making Duane shudder in pleasure.

"You're getting really good at this..." He groaned out as I felt his huge cock throbbing against my fingers. "Fuck! I'm going to cum..."

"Mmhm... I know your nice thick cock in-and-out" I murmured in agreement with a sly smirk. My mouth sucked on his thick black cock while my hands stroked it up and down. My eyes looking up at him lustfully as he reached his peak.

"Open your lips," he growled and surprised me by pulling my head back and stepping closer. I opened my mouth obediently, sticking out my tongue as Duane began furiously stroking his shaft over my lips, grunting and moaning with each movement.

"Fuck!" He grunted as the first shot of hot cum exploded from the tip and splashed across my lips and tongue. He continued to pump his shaft over my face as stream after stream of warm, sticky fluid sprayed across my cheeks, my nose, my chin.

By the time he was finished, I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, my face covered in thick ropes of white spunk, "Y-you didn't have to... mmhhh... finish on my face... I would have swallowed, like last time."

"I know..." he replied with a chuckle as he rubbed his still hard cock over my cum-stained features, "But that's what a facial is all about! And you look so hot when you've got cum on your pretty little face..."

I pouted, but knew he was right. The thrill of being covered in his warm cum excited me more than I'd care to admit. 'I really am turning into quite the slut!'

***

Over the next 7 days leading up to the final, I experienced the thrill of facials every day as I knelt before Duane in my gym uniform or my cheerleader outfit, letting him cover my pretty face in his thick seed.

I would suck his cock till he blew his load all over my face, neck, tits and my lingerie. And the feeling of him covering me with his cum was unlike anything I have ever felt! The warm sticky mess dripping off my face onto my breasts as he took photos of me, like a trophy...

He promised that he would delete those photos after the championship finals. But the idea of him keeping those photos of my cum-stained face and body... I felt a shudder of excitement run down my spine. It made me feel like I was his property... His trophy! HIS SLUT!

***

Final's Day...

"Mmmm... take it, take it Kayla..." Duane groaned as he aimed another shot of cum all over my face. I whimpered and opened my mouth, his huge shaft throbbing and pulsing between my lips as he sprayed a thick rope of cum all over my face.

"Oooohhhh yes..." he groaned, aiming for my tits next, shooting the final two shots covering my lacy lingerie in his hot, sticky jizz, "That's a good fucking girl..."

And as he was done, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him, cleaning his cock off as he stroked my hair and complimented me on how well I had sucked his dick. I slurped and licked it until he grunted and pulled out of my mouth, smacking his still-hard dick against my outstretched tongue.

"F-fuck... That was good," he smiled and watched as I scooped up the rest of his cum off my face and tits, and into my mouth, "It only took a week to turn you into my perfect little cocksucker..."

"Shut up..." I protested, blushing with pride at his compliment as I licked my fingers clean. 'It's your last time so I wanted to make it special...'

"Oh yeah... that's right, today's the final, huh?" he grinned, pulling up his shorts, and then giving me a hand as he helped me up. "I'll say, you held up your end of the deal perfectly! Best four weeks of my life!"

I blushed at his words as I put my clothes back on, "And now, you're going to hold up your end of the deal, right?"

"What's that?" he asked with an amused grin on his face.

"Stop harassing my mom!" I pouted cutely. Then my eyes narrowed as I looked at him, "And delete those photos..."

"Oh yeah, the photos..." he pulled out his phone and looked at it, then looked back at me with a smirk, "But if I remember correctly, the deal was that we delete them AFTER the championship."

"Which is today!" I said, annoyed at how he was acting so nonchalant about it.

"I know," Duane grinned, looking at the screen, "God, you look so sexy with all that cum on your face... So slutty and hot..."

"Duane! We made a deal!" I whispered, a hint of fear creeping into my mind as I heard his words.

"Hey, I'll keep my word! I always do..." He nodded but then put it back in his pocket and looked at me with that smug, handsome expression.

"Why don't we have one last date tomorrow? We can delete it together and we can have one final session... For old times' sake."

I blushed as I looked at him with my eyes narrowing in irritation, "Delete the pics first! And... and no 'one final session'! That wasn't the deal!"

"Hey, I never said it was mandatory..." he said with a shrug, "but it would be fun to end things with a bang, wouldn't it? I didn't even have time to make you cum today!"

"Duane..."

He chuckled and gave me a wink, "Fine... fine. Just join me for a date. Just to celebrate my win. No pressure. You can leave immediately after I delete the pics, if you want." He held his hands up innocently as he backed out of the room.

"Ok fine!" I said, blushing, as I watched his muscular body walk away, 'And that's it! No more blowing Duane or stroking his cock or teasing and playing with him! We're done... It's finally over.' I don't know why but a sudden feeling of sadness took over my mood.

***

Chapter 4 - The Fall

State Finals: Richmond Rattlers vs Newton High

"It seems that Richmond's dream run seems to have finally come to an end! We're almost at the end of the first quarter, and Richmond is already behind by 21 points!" The commentator announced that Newton High dominated the court.

I bit my nails in horror as the Newtom team tore through us. Beside me, Mom stood courtside and shouted out plays and instructions but to no avail.

"Come on, Duane!" I muttered under my breath, looking at Duane's tall form lead and rally his team, "Come on! Pull through!"

But if Duane had been an unstoppable force throughout our journey, he was up against a brick wall today! It's like Newton knew every trick our team had up our sleeves and they countered everything we threw at them. By the end of the first quarter, we were down 24 points!

End of First Quarter: Down - 45-21 (Newton in the lead)

Duane came running up to Mom and me, panting during the quarter break. He was met with my mom's rare but incredibly menacing angry glare.

"What the hell is going on with you lot! You guys are falling apart out there..." she yelled at him.

"I don't know Coach... They are countering all our moves... It's as if they can read our minds or something." Duane replied in frustration.

"Nonsense, none of you seem to have your head in the game! Did you see how Winston fumbled the ball when Marvin passed it to him?" she retorted, looking around at all the other players who stood a little bit away, wary of Mom.

I glanced at the guys, Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston; they all seemed to avoid eye contact as if they felt ashamed.

"Get your act together, Duane! I do NOT want a repeat of what happened in the first quarter!" Mom scolded him angrily as the second quarter started, "Go out there and destroy that smug Simmons' team..."

Despite how much I hated Duane. I felt a bit of sympathy as Mom tore into him. She had always treated him with respect, even though she disapproved of his behaviour. But the sharp gap in score had rallied her anger. Duane took it on the chin though, glancing at me as I gave him a weak smile of encouragement. He nodded and turned to join his team, ready for the next quarter.

"Mom, I don't think it's their fault," I began, but she just glared at me angrily.

"Oh, I know Simmons is up to something, Kayla. There is no way they are countering us like this on every play!" she glanced over irritably to the other side where Coach Simmons stood, "But our team hasn't been doing wonders either. It's like they are too afraid to lose... too tense to perform!"

And as I followed her gaze, I noticed something that had bothered me before, a thin lanky guy rushing to the coach's side, showing him some notes on his notepad. I could have sworn he was the same guy I had seen checking me during the last few games. He had a pair of binoculars around his neck, and I saw him looking at me and then saying something to Coach Simmons, who nodded with a smug grin.

And then it hit me!

"You handle the team, Mom. And let me handle Coach Simmons. I've noticed something, and I want to test it out," Kayla said, "Can you signal our team to run with our first play when we get the ball back?!"

Mom looked at me with a curious expression, but I was already making my way to the other side of the court, and towards the opposing team's benches. I discretely hung around and watched Coach Simmons and that guy.

Just as the game resumed, our guys had possession of the ball. And a couple of minutes in, I saw Mom give Duane the signal, and I watched as the lanky boy focussed on her with the binoculars... jotting down something on his notes, before picking up his phone and talking to someone.

'That's it!' I realized as I noticed Coach Simmons' reach to his ear at the same moment and with a grin, make a play signal to his team, who then rushed to intercept ours perfectly. I was almost 100% sure that I had it figured out, but I waited and watched and when this happened again, I immediately rushed back to Mom. I rushed and caught up to her just as the 2nd quarter wrapped up for half time.

End of Second Quarter: Down - 85-50 (Newton in the lead)

"Mom! Mom! I figured it out..." I shouted excitedly, "Coach Simmons... He's got an assistant keeping an eye on us when we signal the team. They know exactly what you plan to do and signal their team to counter!"

Mom looked at me confused for a while before her face turned red with anger. "He is reading my signals... That fucking asshole! I knew he was cheating!"

"What do we do next?" I asked her, a frown on my face. I knew what they were doing but wasn't sure what Mom would plan to counter them and catch up with the score.

"Well, for the rest of the game, I need you to stand beside me and make nonsense signals to confuse the other team about what play we are going to use!" Mom explained with her eyes lit up, "And I need to go in there and give our team a hell of a pep talk!"

"Want me to join you?" I asked, grinning as I realized she had something planned.

"I think this needs a personal touch from my end. Let me handle the boys alone..." she blushed a bit and patted my head proudly, "You did a good job with your discovery about the other team! Now let me figure out a way to motivate our own..."

I nodded and watched as her busty form pushed open the doors into the boy's locker room and I grinned. If there was one thing everyone at my school already knew, my mom definitely knew how to motivate her team.

Mom was back to her best!

***

Third Quarter:

"It looks like the Richmond Rattlers have finally found their game! We're at the beginning of the third quarter, and the Rattlers are already back at it with a vengeance!"

"They sure have, Chuck. They are playing at a completely different level from the first two quarters. I can't quite put my finger on what has changed in the last fifteen minutes, but they look like they are back on a whole different level!"

"Not to mention that somehow, Coach Simmons's Newton High has suddenly run out of answers for each new attack by Richmond. That last three-pointer by Captain Duane Carter should have easily been blocked by the defence... But there was just no communication between them, and it slipped right through."

"Who knows... It's too early to tell, but it looks like Newton's game plan is in tatters right now. They are clearly unprepared for this new attack by Richmond. And it doesn't help that Duane Carter is playing at an incredible level."

"And there it is! Another score for the Richmond Rattlers! The fans seem to be getting louder, chanting 'Let's Go Rattlers' again!"

"Whatever pep talk Coach Avy Scott gave her team, it seems to have worked wonders on their confidence. This is a turnaround I have not seen in a long time. The question remains as to how Newton is going to counter their comeback. They've still got a good lead, but Richmond is catching up fast!"

"I'll admit, I didn't have much to say about Coach Avy's skills before today. To be honest, she seemed like a dummy substitute put in by her husband, Principal Miguel, to just fill in for the season. But after watching this comeback, I can say that she definitely seems to be a lot more than just a pretty face!"

The Third Quarter saw the scores narrow down and the momentum was definitely with our team now. Coach Simmons' was visibly confused as the score gap shortened and shortened. At one point I looked over and he caught my eye. I gave him a smug grin when Duane scored a three-pointer just as the buzzer finally rang to signal the end of the quarter.

End of Third Quarter: Down - 97-85 (Newton in the lead)

By the fourth quarter, the other team however, figured out Mom's plan and started to recover their momentum. The pressure was building up, and the crowd went wild as the Rattlers and Newton were neck and neck.

However, Mom's pep talk seemed to have done wonders for my team. While the Newton boys could be seen looking over nervously at Coach Simmons as he yelled and berated them for falling behind, our team just seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing and joking with each other on the court.

"And that's another three-pointer from Duane Carter! This brings Richmond just one point behind Newton!"

I giggled as I saw Mom look at Coach Simmons across the court and blew a kiss towards him and I could see his face turn beet-red as he angrily turned away from her. 'She sure has his number' I thought, impressed at how my mom could handle a guy.

"We are down to the last three minutes, and it seems that Richmond might pull off an incredible upset!"

The Newton boys seemed determined to not throw it all away at the end, but after an incredible steal by Jake, Kyle managed to score two points to flip the lead!

105-106 (Richmond in the lead)

"Oh, Mom! What did you tell them in the locker room? They're doing it! They are actually going to win!" I exclaimed next to Mom. I almost jumped in excitement as we watched the clock at the final minute of the play.

The ball was in the other team's possession, but my eyes were glued to my Duane, the star of the game today. He was nothing short of amazing and my heart was racing as I saw him rush towards the intercept. The other player tried to pass it, but Duane leaped into the air and stole the ball mid-air!

'Come on, Duane... come on baby...' I thought as I watched him move in on a fast break towards the goal. Mom's hand reached out and clutched mine tightly as we watched Duane's muscular form running towards the other team's basket. Then at the last moment as the other team converged around him, he turned and with that signature devious grin, passed the ball to Jake, who made a three-pointer just as the clock ticked down and sealed our victory as the crowd went wild!

105-109!

Richmond Rattlers win the State Finals! Mom's face beaming with pride as Duane's teammates rushed to hug him, and his eyes met mine and I saw that proud, arrogant smirk on his face.

I had never felt prouder of him than at this very moment, 'He did it! He really won!'

***

"Everything ok, Kayla? You seem a bit out of it. You do know that we won right?" Tom chuckled at me with a smile. We were on our way back from Newton in Tom's car. The rest of the team would be returning in the bus, along with Mom and Dad.

"Oh! Sorry..." I mumbled, blushing, as I looked up at my boyfriend, "Yeah! It's just... it all feels a bit surreal, you know? Like, I still can't believe we won the finals!"

It was true. I couldn't believe we had done it! After so long, Richmond High was back on the top of the game again. And I couldn't be happier! My Mom had turned the team around and made them champions. The school would be throwing a massive party for the team and for my mom.

"Just you wait and see the welcome the guys are going to get when they reach school..." Tom grinned, looking at the road ahead of us, "They are going to be the kings of the school!"

I nodded with a weak smile as that was exactly what I was thinking about. Duane would be expecting me at his house tomorrow, after all he had kept his word and delivered on his promise of winning the championship. Now I had one last date to end our 'agreement' too...

And remembering how 'persuasive' Duane was, I couldn't help but think of what might happen tomorrow.

"We should celebrate, too! Maybe go to a movie?" Tom said with an enthusiastic grin as I looked over at him. Tom was so good to me; he didn't deserve any of this. But my pussy was already throbbing wet as I thought about our last date and wondering if I would have the strength to resist having one final 'session' with him...

Unless...

"Why don't we go to my place instead?" I asked with a naughty smile and reached over to cup Tom's cock through his pants. "It's empty for the next few hours till Mom and Dad return from school..."

He blushed as I felt him begin to harden under my touch and nodded eagerly, "Y-yeah! That works for me!"

Maybe, Duane wouldn't have so much power over me if Tom could keep me satisfied. If he made me cum, just like Duane could...

***

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." Tom moaned out loud as he shot load after load of his hot white spunk deep inside my mouth. Well, not DEEP inside since his cock barely touched the back of my throat. But I still felt proud of how I had gotten him to last for almost 3 minutes today!

"We're not done yet!" I moaned as I got up and pushed him back on the bed. I pulled up my shirt to reveal my full, firm, bra-covered boobs to him for the first time. I hadn't really needed to be careful about him staining my clothes since Tom really didn't shoot out much.

His eyes went as big as saucers as I pulled off my shorts next, leaving me in only my lacy white lingerie, as I climbed on top of him. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my boobs, pressing his palms against me so that he could feel the fullness and softness of them in his hands.

"Tease me..." I whispered, leaning in to kiss him, "Play with me... Play with my boobs... I'm so wet..."

"K-Kayla... this is too much... What if we... I... you... we're going too fast!" Tom stammered nervously while his fingers still groped and squeezed my breasts.

"It's okay. We'll take it slow..." I reached down and grabbed one of his hands and pulled it between my legs till the tip of his index finger was pressed against the crotch of my panties. I rubbed myself against him, moaning and gasping as I got myself even more turned on.

"I want you now! I need you, please Tom..." I moaned in frustration as his feeble protests turned me off. I knew I was rushing this; Tom was clearly not ready for this yet. But I just needed him to take me over the edge, just once...

"Just rub me here..." I guided his fingers to my clit and let him feel the heat and dampness between my legs, "And kiss my breasts! Please... do it... I want to feel good too... Just play with my nipples... I want to feel good too... please..."

The more he pleasured me, the less I would need Duane...

But Tom blushed and after a couple of minutes, pulled his hands away, "I can't! We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Please... Tom! Do it! I'm so wet... sooo fucking horny... I want to cum! Make me cum!" I moaned as I pressed my pussy down on his fingers, "Keep doing that! Please don't stop!"

I didn't want the good guy Tom right now, I wanted him to be naughty, just for today! But he was too gentle as he rubbed me slowly while kissing my breasts.

"I can't... This isn't right..." Tom mumbled as he pulled his hand off my pussy, "We promised each other... At this rate, we'll end up having sex..."

And despite having his busty, almost-naked girlfriend sitting on his lap with her boobs in his face and pussy dripping wet, Tom still pushed me away gently.

"I'm sorry, Kayla..." he muttered as he got up and pulled up his pants, walking out my door, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

***

The Next Day...

'Arcade at the mall, at 12... Call me when you get here...'

That was all Duane had texted me. I wasn't sure if it would be wise to meet in public on a Saturday like this. But none of the seniors really visited the Arcade anymore, so it seemed perfect for our last date together. Not to mention, a public place would give him less of a chance to try something naughty with me again.

*Ring* *Ring*

A call from Tom popped up on my cell and I let it go to voicemail as I picked out what to wear today. Despite his good intentions, I was pissed at him for bailing on me last night. How could he stop just short when it came to pleasuring me when I'd been giving him so many hand jobs and blowjobs recently!

However, when two minutes later the phone rang again, I picked it up angrily without bothering to look at it; "Listen Tom..."

"Someone's in a bad mood today!" Duane's voice chuckled from the other side, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Shut up. What do you want?" I snapped, irritated at the smug tone of his voice. "We aren't supposed to meet until later today."

"I know." He replied, "Just wanted to make sure you didn't change your mind about joining me... I've got a nice day planned for us."

I sighed and shook my head, "No, I'll be there at 12... just like we agreed. And after the date, you better delete those photos."

"You can trust me..." he chuckled and hung up, "It's going to be a date you'll never forget."

***

Duane's eyes lit up as he saw me walking into the arcade in a sexy low-cut tank top, tight low-waist jeans and high heels. As his gaze slowly travelled from my boobs to my ass, he gave me an approving grin and a nod, and I felt myself blush under the attention.

"Wow..." Duane whistled, looking me over appreciatively, "You look absolutely amazing, Kayla!"

Now, ideally, I would have rolled my eyes at his compliments, but by this time I knew that he really meant them. He had always liked seeing me dress up sexy for him on our dates, so I had decided to give him one final treat before we ended it today.

"Thanks," I mumbled shyly, "You look nice too."

It was a lie. He didn't just look nice, he looked handsome as hell, tall and muscular in his jeans and tight-fitting t-shirt. The t-shirt showed off his physique perfectly, emphasizing every muscle of his chest and arms. And I wasn't the only one who noticed.

Two blondes walking by slowed to get a better look at him and whispered to each other as they passed us. They were probably from college or something, but still... I didn't like the way they were looking at my boyfriend!

I huffed a little and stepped over and put my arm through his, glancing over and giving them a smug smile as I spoke to Duane, "So, you promised me a date to remember. And you bring me to an arcade for kids?"

Duane smirked, his perceptive eyes not missing anything. But he thankfully chose to not tease my childish jealous gesture and instead just chuckled, "Have I ever taken you out on a bad date? Don't you trust me by now?"

I blushed slightly and pressed my fingers into his bicep, squeezing it lightly as I gave him a cute pout. Despite my reluctance to date Duane, he really had been fun to be around; except when he was being a bully and making me do naughty things for him, of course. Which I was no longer complaining about.

"I trust you..." I nodded, smiling up at him, "Lead the way, boyfriend."

And so began our date.

***

Two hours later...

"Shoot it... Shoot it... Can't you aim!" I shouted, muttering angrily as we played a Co-op Zombie shooter on one of big shooter boxes with the attached guns that you aim at the screen.

"I'm trying! I can't figure out this reload..." Duane growled, his face all serious as he took out his frustration on the zombies on the screen.

*Boom* *Boom*

"I have to do all the heavy lifting for you!" I laughed and took out a bunch of zombies on my own, "Come on... let's move to the next area."

"Damn girl... How are you so good at this?" Duane said with an appreciative grin as we cleared the next area as well.

"I honestly have no clue. I've never played a game like this before today!" I grinned at him, "But, why are you so bad at this? This was YOUR idea!"

He scowled at my taunt, but I was LOVING this! It was so refreshing to see him struggling at something for once and watching his cute expressions as he tried to beat my score.

We tried to clear the next level, but thanks to Duane's bad aim, we were finally overwhelmed by the zombies and died.

I pouted angrily at my partner, "I told you to cover me!"

"Let's choose another game next. I don't like this one?" He shrugged, and put away the plastic guns.

"You're just mad that I was so much better than you at this!" I teased back as we walked down an aisle, me clinging to his arm while looking around at the other games we could play. We had the pick of whichever game we wanted given the place was a bit empty at this hour, with only a few kids spread out in the big arcade.

"I think I saw that basketball hoop game in the corner over there!" Duane said with a grin, "That's more up my alley... You wanna bet I can beat you at that one?"

"Oh, it's so on! You do know that your height is not going to be an advantage here," I laughed and turned around to head towards the basketball game.

I went first and got about 10 shots within the timer.

But as soon as he got three back-to-back perfect hoops, I realized how badly I had screwed myself. He grinned smugly at me as he made another basket, his score climbing rapidly high.

I needed to do something. So, I glanced over to see if we were alone and then slipped my hand under his shirt to tickle his abs.

"Whoa!" Duane gasped in shock as the ball bounced off the rim and he missed a hoop. "What're you doing?"

"Cheating!" I giggled, running my fingers up and down his abs and feeling his muscles clench up. "Are you getting distracted?"

"In your dreams, Kayla," he muttered smugly and went back to playing.

He made another perfect hoop. But I was not done yet. This time, I glanced around to confirm no one could see and ran my hands down to the front of his jeans, reaching for the bulge that I knew would be there. Even when he was soft, he was way bigger than when Tom would be fully erect.

"Hey!" he groaned and missed the next shot as I cupped and fondled his cock through the front of his pants, "No fair!"

"What? Is this bothering you?" I asked with a smug smile, looking up at him with doe eyes as I slowly stroked his thick shaft through his pants.

"N-not really..." He moaned but missed another basket and I just laughed at his reaction. After he missed the next two shots, and the timer ran out, I pulled my hand away.

"Looks like I win!" I grinned at him with a cute pout and batted my eyes at him, "How about we play another one?"

"Nah... I think we've had enough games for now," He smiled as he picked up the tickets we'd won and then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me along towards the front of the Arcade, "I'm starving! Let's grab your prize and get some lunch!"

Duane ended up picking a cute couples keychain and a small metal locket with a heart on it. It was a kids size, so on me, it would look more like a choker.

He gave me one half of the keychain and kept the other. He insisted to take it to remember this day. I blushed a little as this reminded me that after today, we wouldn't be a couple or anything, and that this was our final date.

I fell a bit silent as I had almost forgotten about our deal, given how much fun it had been spending time with him.

He was always such a bully at school, but when it was only the two of us, he was actually quite nice...

"Hey, what's wrong? We're supposed to be having a date! Why so glum?" He asked with a smile.

"Nothing... I just thought... you know..." I muttered nervously, but he interrupted me, pointing at a photobooth behind us.

"I know! Let's take some pics!" Duane excitedly suggested and before I could protest, he dragged me over to the booth.

"Hey! Come on... this is so cheesy!" I whined, but he ignored me as he put a couple of bucks in, closed the curtains, and climbed into the photobooth beside me.

He was about to push the button to start, when I stopped him, "Wait... Wait. Put this on me first?"

I held up the locket necklace that he had just won for me. Duane looked at me and smiled, and then took the necklace from my hand. I turned away from him, lifting up my long wavy blonde hair as he reached out to drape it around my neck, clasping it behind.

It WAS too small but still fit on me like a choker, and I adjusted it on my neck. I looked down and touched the metal heart shaped locket with my fingers.

"It's nice," I muttered, blushing, "Thanks, Duane!"

"Perfect..." he whispered in my ear and leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the nape of my neck. I felt goosebumps on my skin as his soft lips brushed against my bare neck. And then he kissed me again; this time nibbling on the sensitive skin.

I turned my face to his and before I knew what was happening, our lips met and we shared a passionate kiss, our lips pressed together in a warm embrace. I could feel him reach out for something and then the flash of the photo booth went off, capturing our kiss.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, our mouths moving against each other as if this was the last time we were ever going to kiss. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I pushed in closer to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues entangled in a passionate embrace. The flashes continued and I pulled away only after about a dozen or so pictures had been taken. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling with excitement as I stared into his eyes with lust.

"Fuck..." he whispered as we heard the printer begin printing the photos, "For someone who wants to delete our pics... you seem very keen on taking new ones!"

I blushed at his comment, but just rolled my eyes, and exited the photo booth, trying to look annoyed. "Shut up. These ones stay with me."

Duane grinned as he followed me outside, and we watched as the printer finished with our photos. He grabbed the sheet and showed me the pictures of us making out. I looked at them with a small smile and nodded as I held out my hand for him to give me the sheet.

"I told you... I get to keep these!" I said, pouting at him as he handed them over and we headed over to the food court.

As we always did, we continued to chat over Pizza and Pasta as if we were just a young couple in love and enjoying each other's company. Duane was so sweet today and I couldn't help but smile and blush at his compliments and how much he seemed to care about me.

"You know, we've had a lot of fun today..." he said as he finished his pizza.

"Yeah... It wasn't too bad for one of your lame dates. We don't always have to make out to have fun," I replied, pinching his cheek playfully, "So where do you wanna go next?"

"One last place to wrap things up..." Duane said with a smile as he picked our empty containers and stood up, "Come on..."

***

Over the next hour, Duane took me out shopping. Letting me pick whatever I wanted and paying for everything. By the end of our shopping spree, I had two new outfits, matching heels and accessories, until he finally guided me to the final store.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I looked at him incredulously as we ended up standing in front of Victoria's Secret, "What're we doing here?!"

"I thought about taking you out shopping and then thought that I should make up for all the 'trouble' I have caused you over the past few weeks," Duane grinned back at me. "I think I've cum all over most of your lingerie in the last two weeks... A new set is the least I can get you as an apology."

He wasn't wrong, given how I had been on my knees daily, sucking off his thick black cock, my face and chest were usually sprayed with his hot load. I glared at him suspiciously, but he just shrugged with that same arrogant grin on his face.

'Maybe it's his way of apologising...'

"Fine! I guess I will let you pick out some new stuff for me," I replied with a smile, "But I'm not modelling for you."

"Whatever you want..." He said with a chuckle, as he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the store.

And over the next half-hour, I spent my time alone in the fitting rooms trying on numerous sets while Duane patiently waited outside. When I was done, we both walked out of the store with two bags in my hands and a wide grin on my face as I giggled at how much I had made him pay for all the 'trouble' he had caused me. He was such a perfect gentleman that he took those bags from me and carried them to the car.