First Time Tomboy

After the game Tom walked Jo home and she invited him in. Her parents were home watching TV so they said hello and headed up the stairs to her room.

"Jo, why don't you and Tom come in here for a few minutes!" Her father yelled.

"What's up Pop?" she smiled as she pulled Tom down on the sofa next to her.

"I just wanted to tell you how proud your mother and I are of you. We know you and Tom have gotten very close and you seem happier than we have ever seen you before. We just want you two to take it slow….you know…to choose the right colleges."

Jo could see her father sweating as he gave them his words of wisdom. "Don't worry Pop we are taking it slow," she smiled as she held Tom's hand and smiled at him.

"You both have your basketball and college futures ahead of you and………."

Jo cut him off. "Tom and I are going to the same college."

Tom jerked his head and looked at her in total surprise. They had not even talked about going to the same college together. Before he could talk Jo's father cut back in.

"Now don't make the wrong decision because you think you are in love with each other," he said red-faced. "The right school for you might not be the right school for Tom. Isn't that right Tom?"

Tom was on the spot. No matter what he said someone would be pissed off. "Yes sir, but it might work out for us if the right school pops up." He had not even talked about college with his own parents yet.

"Father, this is not your decision," Jo said frankly. She always referred to him as Father when she was upset with him. "We want to go to the same college."

Jo's mother could see things getting out of hand. "We have a few weeks to decide on colleges. Your father just wants you both to choose the right school for the right reasons."

"We will," Jo said smiling as she grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him out of the room. When they got to her bedroom he shut the door.

"When do I get to say something about college?" Tom asked kind of pissed.

"Don't you want to go to the same college as I do?" she asked softly as she hugged his strong frame to hers.

"I didn't say that. But it seems you already have our future planned for us."

"I love you," Jo whispered as she leaned upward to lightly kiss his lips.

"God Jo, me too. I can't think of anything but you," he whispered as he opened his lips to allow her tongue to enter. They kissed for almost a minute when he pushed her back. "My parents don't have any money for me to go to college so a lot of things have to go into my decision on which college I pick. I'll probably have to work to afford the extra expenses."

"I'm sorry," she whispered seeing how upset he was. "I just want us to stay together."

"Me too," he said looking down into her blue eyes. "But you have to pick the college best for you too."

"I know," she said as she hugged him tightly. Right then she only wanted one thing but she couldn't have it because her parents were downstairs. "I wish we were alone." Her thigh rubbed against his growing bulge.

"Me too," he moaned with his passion pushing out the front of his basketball shorts.

"I want you inside of me," she whispered as she sucked on his earlobe.

"Oh….me too…but we can't…."

"I can lock the door," she whispered as her fingers explored up under the nylon shorts until she pulled his long pink shaft out into her fist. "It's been four days."

Tom realized it was dangerous to have sex with her parents nearby but his need for her erased all fear. He had to have her. "Lock the door."

Jo quickly moved to the door and turned the small brass knob. "Hurry," she whispered as she pushed down her nylon shorts and panties at the same time. She waited until Tom's shorts and boxers were off and pushed him back onto his bed. Her body quickly climbed on top of his and her fingers guided the huge prick to her wanton hole. Both were so far along it didn't take much for them to climax as the bed banged against the wall. Jo tried to hold her sounds of pleasure in but couldn't as she screamed through her clinched teeth. Tom too groaned loudly as he emptied his pleasure deeply inside of her hot oven.

"JO OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Jo's mother's voice shouted as she pounded on the door.

"Shit," Jo said as they quickly grabbed their clothing and got dressed. Tom lay on the floor with a book as Jo opened the door.

"I think Tom has to leave," her mother said firmly.

"But Mother…" Jo started before her mother shut her off.

"No buts…." She said standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest.

"Yes ma'am," Tom said as he quickly stood and kissed Jo. "I'll call you tomorrow." He hurried passed the red-faced mother and out the front door before he saw her father.

"How dare you do that in our house," the mother said as she closed the door behind her.

"What?" Jo asked acting dumb.

"I'm not an idiot. I think I know what intercourse sounds like."

"Mom, we were just…….."

"Don't lie to me. You are lucky your father is still downstairs young lady."

"I love him," Jo said now with tears falling freely down her face.

"I think I like the old Jo better," her mother said as she opened the door and moved out of the room.

Jo closed her door and fell face down on the bed. Things had gotten so complicated since she met Tom. She knew she would be grounded from seeing him for a while. She waited a few minutes, picked up her cell phone and called him.

"Hi," she said with a sniffle.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he sat on the front steps of his grandparent's house.

"No, my mother is really mad."

"I could tell," he said. "What do you think she will do?"

"I'm sure I'll be grounded for a while."

"God Jo, I'm so sorry. I wish I could do something. What if I tell her it was my fault?"

"No, I'm not going to lie about it."

"Does you father know?"

"No thank God," she said. "She won't tell him because she knows he would go nuts. I better hang up. I love you."

"Me too," he whispered. He wished he could hold her. "Call me when you can."

Grandma Bell was dozing in her favorite chair when Tom entered. He tried to tiptoe by her but she woke up. "Tom come and give your grandma a kiss."

Tom moved over and gently kissed her on her cheek. He turned and tried to walk away but she grabbed his arm.

"What is going on now?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," he said. He tried to pull away but her hand held him tightly.

"Sit down and tell me what is going on," she said firmly.

Of all the members of his family his grandma was the one person who he could talk to. For the next five minutes he spilled out everything that had happened.

"I should take you over my lap and spank you," she said. "You are worse than your grandpa."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"Shoot," she smiled. "In our younger years every time I turned around he wanted sex. Finally after thirty-years he slowed down. Then that damn purple pill came out and he started it again. Why do you think I sleep down here in this chair so much?"

Tom tried to shake the mental image of his old grandparents having sex from his mind. "I guess I really screwed up huh?"

"It sounds that way," she said. "Now don't fret about it too much. Things will work out."

"I wish it would," he said as he kissed her on her cheek. He moved down to the basement and put on the "Love and Basketball" movie.

Margaret Thompson sat in her kitchen drinking a cup of hot coffee the next morning as she pondered what she would do about her daughter Jo. She realized Jo really cared for Tom and she didn't want to mess it up but she also knew what they did was wrong. Her husband left the house early that morning to play golf with his buddies so at least she could speak to Jo alone as long as Karen didn't interfere. Suddenly someone tapped on her kitchen door. She peeked through the curtains and saw an older woman smiling back at her. She opened the door. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Jo's mother?" Bell asked.

"Why yes I am. Who are you?"

"My name is Bell. I'm Tom's grandmother. May I come in?"

"Sure," Margaret said as she opened the door and stepped back. "Please have a seat."

Bell sat down. "I haven't walked that far in some time," she said breathing heavily.

"Can I get you a glass of water?" Margaret asked worried that the woman might pass out or something.

"No, I'm OK. Just give a few minutes to get my breath."

Jo had trouble sleeping during the night and when she awoke early she had trouble going back to sleep because she worried about what her mother was going to do. She heard some noise downstairs and moved out into the hallway to listen. When she heard Tom's grandmother's voice she moved quietly down the stairs and hid behind the kitchen doorway. Margaret got Bell a glass of water anyway and after a few minutes Bell smiled at her. "I'm happy to meet you. I think the world of your daughter."

"Thank you," Margaret said smiling. "Jo is something special."

"And so is my grandson Tom," Bell smiled. "He told me what happened last night."

Margaret was surprised a young man would tell his grandmother such personal things. "You two must be very close."

"We are and I've seen him go through some really rough times recently having to give up all his friends to move here in his senior year. He's had a really bad time of it until he met Jo."

"I know but it doesn't excuse what they did last night."

"I thought the same thing when he told me. I almost spanked him," Bell said seriously. "After he went to bed I sat and remembered the time my father caught my husband and me. We were not married at the time. He caught us in the back of his old Packard going to town." Bell smiled. "Of course he chased my husband for almost a mile before my father finally gave up."

Margaret grinned. "I guess he wasn't too mad because you two married later on."

"Hell yes he were married. We had to elope." Bell laughed.

"So why are you telling me this?" Margaret asked.

"Because we were young and our passions were hard to control. I was wondering if something similar ever happened to you."

Margaret smiled as she remembered the time she was eighteen and her twenty-year old boy friend at the time were in her parent's bed while they were at church. "Well yes and no." Margaret laughed. "My boyfriend and I were making love in my parent's bed while they were in church. I had told them I was sick and couldn't go."

"This is getting good," Bell grinned as she moved forward to hear.

"Well, my mother called my Aunt Jane who got my Uncle Jim who is a doctor, to come by my house to make sure I was OK. We were making so much noise I didn't hear him come in. I almost died when I saw him looking at us doing it."

"I didn't think doctors made house calls," Bell laughed.

"Well after he scared the shit out of us by threatening to tell everyone we begged and pleated with him to keep quiet."

"Did he?"

"Well I thought so until my mother told me last year at his funeral that he had told her after I got married."

"And then it was too late."

"Well not really. The boy I was with married my sister. He is now my brother-in-law. She is still blackmailing me."

Bell laughed. "What do you have to pay?"

"I have to do my mother's food shopping once per week," Margaret laughed.

Margaret took a quick liking to Bell and the two of them sat for another 30 minutes drinking coffee. "So what do you think I need to do with my daughter?"

"What household chore do you hate the most?" Bell asked.

Margaret smiled. "Definitely ironing."

Bell smiled and stood up. Her mission was completed. "I better head back home."

Margaret smiled realizing the older woman was smarter than anyone she had ever met. "Let me give you a ride home."

"Thank you," Bell grinned. "I don't think these old legs can make another trip like that one."

As Bell exited Margaret's car the woman asked, "Was that story true about you and your husband in the back seat of your father's Packard?"

Bell smiled. "Yes but it was not my husband." She closed the door and walked slowly up the eight steps to her front door. "I didn't want Jo to hear that I slept with someone else," she thought. She had seen Jo's blonde hair moving out in the hallway.

She opened the door and saw Tom standing there. "Grandma where have you been? I was ready to call the cops."

"Just taking care of business," She smiled as she sat in her favorite chair. She knew if she went upstairs her husband would be chasing her around the bed.

Jo rushed back up the stairs and pretended to be asleep when her mother tapped on her door. "Yes."

Margaret opened the door and sat on Jo's bed. "Do you realized what you did was wrong?"

"Yes," Jo said looking downward. Right then was not a good time to argue.

"Good, I was going to ground you but instead I will make a deal with you."

"OK," Jo said trying not to smile. She knew she would be ironing which is something she didn't mind because she could still watch TV.

"I want you to do the family ironing until you go away to college."

Jo realized it mean Karen's clothes as well. "Everybody's?"

"Yes, the whole family."

Jo thought about it and realized she could still see Tom without being grounded. "OK."

"And, you cannot do it again," Margaret said as she walked from the room. She smiled and stopped at the doorway. "At least not in this house……….when we are at home."

Jo smiled when the door closed. She quickly dressed and ran over to Tom's house. Grandma Bell answered the door. Jo kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "thank you."

Bell smiled as she watched Jo run over to the basement door. "I don't want just any girl with my Tom," she thought.

Jo hurried down the basement stairs without giving Tom any type of warning. He was sitting wearing only his boxers in front of the TV.

"Hi," she giggled after seeing his surprised reaction.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were grounded."

"I think I was until Grandma Bell visited my mother this morning," Jo smiled as she moved behind him and hugged his bare back into her soft mounds.

"So that's where she was," Tom laughed. "I almost called the cops. What did she say to get you out of trouble?"

Jo laughed. "She told my mother a story about how she had messed around when she was eighteen years old and then got my mother to admit she did the same thing."

"No way!" Tom exclaimed. "Your mother?"

"Yes and........" Jo whispered the next part. "She said she did it with her brother-in-law."

"Holy cow."

"She was dating him at the time before her sister, my aunt, started dating him."

"So you got off Scott free?"

"I wish," Jo said, "I have to iron everyone's clothes until I leave for college."

"But now you are free to do anything you want?" Tom turned and cupped her firm breast.

"Yes, but I'm not going to take that chance again," she said as she pulled his fingers from her hot boob.

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's go shoot some hoops," she grinned.

"Great," he said smiling. "Do you want me to call Billie and Tina?"

"No, I was thinking of another outside court." She grinned.

"I don't like that smile," he said standing back from her.

"It's not that far." She stood and watched as he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a tee shirt. They kissed Grandma Bell goodbye and headed the opposite direction from Jo's house. After walking about 10 blocks Tom saw some kids shooting hoops. He thought about asking why they were there when he saw someone he recognized. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Jo said smiling. She opened the gate which made a squeaking noise that alerted the four players.

"Why it's the All American herself," Kathy O'Leary said as she dribbled the basketball in place. "And the new country boy we've been hearing about."

"O'Leary," Jo said not smiling. "I see you are practicing before our big game on Friday."

"We don't need to practice to beat your sad excuse for a team," O'Leary said. "How did that little guard make out?"

Jo knew she meant Tina who O'Leary had put in the hospital. "She's doing great and can't wait to shut you down." The two female stars stood eye to eye without blinking.

"You couldn't do it so what makes you think she can?" O'Leary smirked.

Jo looked at the other three girls who were chuckling every time O'Leary spoke. "How about a quick game to five? Unless, maybe you are scared to play me one on one."

"Shit," Tom thought. If he had known Jo planned on doing this he would have stopped her. "Jo let's go. She's not worth this."

"Fuck you asshole," O'Leary said glaring at Tom. She turned and smiled at Jo. "Sure I'll play you."

Jo almost decked her when she cursed at Tom but held back her temper. Although O'Leary was about two inches taller than Jo she knew she could take her. "Odd or even?" Kathy said holding up her fist.

"Even," Jo said as she held up her own fist. "One, two..........three," O'Leary said as they pumped their fists down and back up. When they went down for the third time Jo held out one finger and O'Leary two. "Odds, I win," O'Leary smiled.

"That's the last thing you will win," Jo thought as she positioned herself between the girl and the basket. She tossed her the ball and moved into a defensive position.

O'Leary saw that she was about 18 feet from the basket and jumped to shoot a long shot. It barely struck the rim and fell down into Jo's hands. Jo quickly dribbled to the foul line and raced back to lay the ball into the hoop before O'Leary could stop her. "One zip," Jo announced. It was winners out so O'Leary now moved again into a defensive stance.

Jo grinned as she faked left causing O'Leary to jump that way. She faked right and the girl jumped back to the right. She kept her pivot foot planted as she went right and left about four more times. Once O'Leary moved back and forth a few times Jo moved left two times in a row that left the startled girl standing flatfooted as Jo drove around her to the hoop. "Two-zip." Jo said seriously.

O'Leary was now pissed because Jo Thompson was embarrassing her in front of her teammates. She had bragged to them and everyone else that she was as good if not better than Thompson. She knew there was only one way to play to beat Jo.

Jo again faked left and right and had O'Leary guessing wrong again. When Jo moved around her O'Leary grabbed her tee shirt and spun her around. She grabbed the ball and moved to the top of the key. Jo quickly got her balance and raced to cut her off. "Getting a little physical?" Jo snapped at the smiling girl.

"This is not a gym where you have the refs to protect you," O'Leary smiled.

"Hey let's just call it even," Tom shouted when he saw the hate and anger on their faces.

"Stay out of this Tom," Jo shouted back. O'Leary turned her hip into Jo and dribbled facing away from her as her ass pushed Jo back closer and closer to the hoop. As Jo reached around her to swipe at the ball O'Leary swung her hip back into Jo.

Jo smiled as O'Leary dribbled and pushed back, dribbled and pushed back. After she dribbled again Jo moved quickly to the side which caused Kathy to tumble backwards until she landed on her ass. Jo grabbed the ball and dribbled to the foul line. Before O'Leary could recover Jo's shot swished through the net. "Three-zip."

Jo smiled at the red-faced girl as she tossed her the ball to check. O'Leary slammed it back at Jo's face but Jo was expecting it and grabbed it. Before Kathy knew it Jo jumped upward and shot the ball. SWISH. The girl was late blocking the shot but not late enough to prevent her body from slamming into Jo's body. The two crashed down on the ground with O'Leary on top of Jo. Before Jo could react the girl grabbed her wrists and held her down against the pavement.

"Let me up dammit," Jo shouted as she twisted her body side to side to escape the larger girl.

"You are trash," O'Leary shouted as she spit onto Jo's face. It was all it took to get Tom going. He raced to pull the other girl away but Jo stopped him. "NO TOM! LEAVE US ALONE!"

"You better let him help you because you are mine now," Kathy laughed.

"Let me up and I'll show you who owns whom," Jo grinned.

"I don't want to hurt you," O'Leary laughed. "If I hurt you now and we beat Central on Friday everyone will say it was because I whipped your ass."

"Jo please don't do this," Tom begged. The other girl had no idea just how tough Jo was.

"You have to let me up sometime," Jo smiled.

"You asked for it," O'Leary said. "Right girls?" She asked looking at her team mates.

"Right," they said at the same time.

O'Leary quickly jerked her body back and jumped to her feet. As Jo tried to stand the bigger girl kicked her on her side making her slide across the hard pavement. Tom rushed to pick her up but Jo held up her hand keeping him away. Her elbow was bleeding as she stood and smiled.

"You better go home now before it's too late," O'Leary said smiling.

"I still have one more basket to make," Jo grinned as she walked toward the taller girl.

O'Leary had been in a few tough fights with other girls before and knew how to handle herself or so she thought. The problem was that Jo didn't fight like a girl. When O'Leary swung her open hand around to slap Jo's face Jo blocked it with her left and pushed her right fist directly into the girl's nose. Everyone on the court heard the nose break. The sudden blow sent the taller girl back onto her ass. Her hand came up to touch her painful nose and discovered the massive amount of blood pouring from it. "OH SHIT YOU BROKE MY NOSE!"

The three other girls ran towards Jo and two of them grabbed her while the third one swung her hand back to hit her. It didn't make Jo's face because Tom's large hand captured it and twisted it behind her back.

"Now that's not fair," he said smiling. As he held her one of the girls holding Jo broke loose and kicked Tom on his shins.

"OUCH!" he screamed. One girl was not enough to hold Jo so she quickly broke free and before the girl knew it had Jo's fist in her face as well. Broken nose number two.

"Jo lookout!" Tom shouted as the other girl ran towards Jo. Jo ducked aside and waited for the girl to turn and come back at her. This one held her fists up like she knew how to box. Jo laughed as she ducked two wild swings. The second one left the girls face unprotected. She didn't see Jo's punch as it flattened her nose.

Tom held the other girl as Jo walked towards her. "Let her go Tom."

"No, it's not right," he said standing between Jo and the scared girl. He glanced down at the three other girls crying as they held their noses.

"I won't hurt her," Jo said. She turned picked up the basketball and shot a twenty foot shot. "Five-zip." She whispered in O'Leary's ear. "This was for what you did to Tina. If you try to hurt her again on Friday night I'll be back."

"Let's go," she said to Tom.

Neither said a word as they walked the long way back to Jo's house. "Do you want to come in?" Jo asked.

"No, I think I want to go home," Tom said still not believing what he had just seen.

Jo grabbed his arm. "Tom I had to do that for what she did to Tina. And, she might have done it again."

He pulled her arm away. "I thought I knew who you were. I'm not so sure now." He turned and walked away.

"Call me later," she said as she watched him slowly walk down the street. He didn't reply.

Jo walked into her house and tried to wash off the blood before anyone saw her but her mother walked in. "What happened?"

"I fell playing basketball," she lied.

Margaret smiled. "My tomboy has come back."

Jo didn't comment because she knew she had upset Tom and now wished she had controlled her temper more. He might have understood if she broke O'Leary's nose but not the other two girls. It was so confusing being in love and having the old tomboy urges. She didn't want to lose Tom but at the same time she had to protect her team mates. She waited until 9:00PM for him to call and when he didn't she decided to call him.

"Tom's out with Billie," Tom's mother said. "I'm not sure when he will come home. I'll tell him you called."

Jo called Tina. "Have you seen Tom?"

"No but Billie and he went out. Billie said you roughed up some of the Trinity girls."

"I owed O'Leary for what she did to you," Jo said.

"I think Tom is really upset," Tina whispered.

"I know."

"Do you want to come over here?" Tina asked.

"No, maybe he will call me." Jo hung up and sat back on her bed throwing up the small Nerf ball she had taken from Tom's house. An hour later she fell asleep.

It was 2:00AM when Jo's cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw Tom's name. "Hi," she said still half-asleep.

"Is your elbow OK?" Tom asked. He had been so upset about the fight that he had forgotten to make sure she was OK.

"Yes, it was just some skin." Neither of them said anything for almost a minute.

"I know what I did was wrong," Jo whispered. "I have to control my temper better. I didn't really go looking for a fight but when she knocked me down I just lost it."

"I saw the look in your eyes and it scared me. Billie told me you have had some pretty bad fights before with guys."

'I guess I've had to fight to prove I'm equal to guys," Jo said frankly. "Since I met you I've been able to keep that anger buried deep inside. O'Leary had it coming but I shouldn't have hurt the other two."

"Well you should have hurt the one who kicked me," Tom laughed softly. "I've put myself in your shoes and realized I would have probably done the same thing you did. I guess I think of you as a boy sometimes and when you hit those girls I thought it was unfair."

"You think of me as a boy?" she repeated. Tom laughed.

"I love you," Jo whispered.

"Me too Jo," Tom said softly. "Please don't slug anybody again unless I give you the thumbs up."

"I won't," she smiled. "That girl hurt you?"

"Hell yes," he laughed. "My leg is black and blue."

"I'm sure her nose is worse than that," Jo said not laughing. "Do you think they will call the police or something?"

"They have nothing to charge you with. They came at you first."

"I wish you were here," Jo whispered.

"Then you would have to wash all the clothes before you iron them," he laughed.

"Come to church with me today," Jo said looking at the clock.

"What time is mass?"

"10:30AM."

"OK, I'll be at your house at 10:00AM."

"Good morning Tom," Margaret Thompson said as he climbed into the car to go to mass with them.

"Good morning Mrs. Thompson," he said as he took Jo's hand in his.

"I'm glad you are going to church with us," she said before Jo's father entered the car. "Maybe you two should stop by the confession booth after mass?"

Tom looked at Jo to see if she thought her mother was serious and Jo smiled while shaking her head no.

"I wish we could go back to Clarkton again," Karen said sitting next to Jo.

"So you can see Eric?" Tom laughed.

"No so she can play Marco Polo again," Jo chuckled.

Karen looked at her sister in shock. How did she know about the game she played with four naked boys in the river?

Jo grinned and leaned over, "I ironed your dress this morning and it's in my closet."

Karen's face turned red in anger and pinched Jo's leg. Tom quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Please don't make her mad," he whispered.

Jo just smiled and put her head on Tom's strong shoulder.

As Jo and Tom walked into the small Catholic Church they could see everyone turning and staring at them. The word was out that Jo Thompson had a boyfriend and everyone wanted to see him. Not only that but they wanted to see Jo wearing a dress. Whispers flew around the church until the music started playing.

After mass Jo and Tom stood holding hands outside the church smiling at the shocked faces walking by. Jo's mother walked up to them and asked if they went to confession.

"No mother but I will when you go too."

Margaret stopped and stared at her wondering if she overheard her confession to Grandma Bell.

It was later that day at Tom's place when Jo met his parents for the first time. His mother was very nice but his father seemed to be very quiet around her.

"I loved Clarkton when Tom took me there last weekend," Jo said trying to break the ice with the quiet man.

"Really? I'm glad to be out of that place," Tom Sr. said.

"Thomas, be nice," Tom's mother Sally said.

"I hear you are going away to college," the man asked while pushing a load of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"I'm not sure where I'm going sir," Jo said looking over at Tom knowing it was still a touchy subject.

"Well don't put any notions into my son's head that he can afford to live away from home," Tom Sr. grunted.

"Dad let's not get into this right now," Tom said hoping he would drop it.

"He can go wherever he wants," Grandma Bell said sternly to her son.

"And where is he going to get the money?" the angry man shot back at her.

"Don't worry about money," she said looking her son eye to eye.

"Grandma I don't want to take your money," Tom said seeing the standoff between his father and his Grandma.

"She doesn't have any money," Tom Sr. laughed.

Suddenly Tom's grandfather grabbed his son's arm. "She's been saving it for a rainy day."

"Me losing my job was not a rainy day?"

"We were ready to help until you said you would move back here with us," the older man said. "Things are working out." Tom's father had finally gotten a permanent job with excellent benefits.

Tom Sr. didn't say anything as he wiped his mouth and walked out of the room.

"Don't worry about him Tom. I'll talk to him," Tom's mother said as she followed her husband into the other room. "It's a pleasure to meet you Jo."

"Thank you ma'am," Jo said smiling.

After dinner Tom asked Jo to take a walk with him. "I'm sorry about my father," Tom said as they sat on the small bleachers at the basketball court. A dim street light barely gave them enough light to see each other.

"I understand about you picking the best college for you," Jo said as she hugged him to her body. "I'm being selfish wanting to be with you in the same school."

"I want it too but you can now see what's going on with my family," he said as he kissed the smooth skin on her neck. "I wish we were in college now and we could make love in our dorm rooms."

"Me too," she said feeling his hand move up under her sweatshirt touching the soft skin above her jeans.

When his fingers pulled out her waistband and slid down under her panties she grabbed his wrist. "Don't please. If you touch me I won't be able to stop."

Tom laughed and pulled his hand out. "It's too dark to go into the storage shed and if we do it here we could get arrested. We have a whole week of school before I can be with you again."

Jo smiled. "Don't give up. You never know what can happen."

"I don't like that smile," he said looking into her eyes.

The first two days of school that week was tiring because the coaches worked the teams real hard in preparation for the Trinity games on Friday night at their place. The winners of those games would be the city champions. It was on Wednesday evening after practice when Tom found himself alone in the shower. He didn't hear any of his team mates in the locker room and figured he was the last one still around. As he shampooed his hair under the warm stream of water he felt fingers cup his ass cheeks. He quickly turned hoping another guy was not touching him and saw Jo's naked body through the soapy film in his eyes.

"JO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He turned and quickly washed the shampoo from his head and face.

"This," she giggled as she moved her fingers to his dangling participle. It took less than 30 seconds to become rock hard.

"We can't do this," Tom whispered. "What if someone catches us?"

"Everyone has gone and Tina will warn us if someone comes in the locker room." Her lips moved to his nipples because she knew it turned him on. She suckled on the hard tip and looked up at him while she stroked his hard-on. "You want me to stop?"

"No please don't stop," Tom begged. He wanted to fuck her so bad but didn't want to do it in the shower. "Let's go to the coach's office."

Jo giggled as she ran ahead of him stark-ass naked through the boy's locker room. She opened the door to Father Tim's office and moved to the small sofa. "Hurry," she said as she moved onto her back and opened her legs.

Tom glanced at the golden prize waiting for him and didn't hesitate as he moved down between her muscular thighs.

"Hurry," she moaned as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Give it to me."

Tom felt like he was being used but didn't mind. His long hard shaft slid slowly but completely into her hot oven. He felt her fingernails digging into his back as his hips pounded his hot rod in and out of her. His mouth found hers which helped to keep their sounds of pleasure down. They were both about to climax when they heard Tina tap on the door.

"SHIT!" Tom exclaimed. His mind said to pull out but his prick would not allow it. He froze as he listened.

"Father Tim," Tina said loudly.

"Why are you still here?" Father Tim asked surprised to see the cute young girl standing in front of his office door.

Tina thought quickly. "I think I sprained my ankle in practice tonight and was hoping you would take a look at it."

"Sure, let's go into my office," he pulled out a key and started to push it into the door knob.

Tom and Jo looked at each other in fear. They didn't have enough time to run back to the lockers to get their clothing.

"WAIT!" Tina said as she grabbed his arm. "Can we go to the nurse's office? I think I need an ice pack."

"Why yes," Father Tim said as he put his arm under hers to help her limp down the hallway.

"God that was close," Jo whispered as she nibbled on his ear. His woody was still hard inside of her.

"You want to finish?" Tom asked.

"Yes and so do you," Jo giggled feeling his hardness.

Their bodies raced together until they both grabbed each other tightly. "NOW!" Tom cried out. Jo finished at the same time.

"Quick, let's get out of here," Tom said as he pulled Jo's body from the sofa and led her to the pile of her clothing in the locker room. "You are nuts you know that?" he asked as he watched her pull her skimpy light green panties up over her beautiful ass.

"Nuts for you," she giggled. She pulled on her clothing and made it into the hallway just as Father Tim and Tina turned the corner.

"Jo, what are you doing here?" Father Tim asked.

"Looking for Tina," she said truthfully. "How is your ankle?"

Tina smiled. "Better, Father Tim put an ice pack on it." She winked.

"She's lucky because it's not swollen," he said. As Jo and Tina walked slowly away from him he asked, "Jo, why is your hair so wet?"

"From the shower," she said again not lying. "I didn't dry it because I was looking for Tina."

"It's nice to have such good friends," Father Tim said as he moved into his office. He looked at the wet spot on his black leather sofa and moved quickly back into the hallway. But the two girls were quickly out of sight.

Tom was drying his hair when Father Tim walked up to him. "Tom, do you know why there is a wet spot on my sofa?"

Tom panicked wondering what kind of wet spot he was talking about. "What kind of wet spot is it?"

"I don't know. It is just wet on the arm of the sofa."

Tom took a deep breath of relief. "I was feeling tired and had to lie down for a while."

Father Tim looked at him and smiled. "OK but next time please use a towel."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Tom thought as the priest walked away.

"We can't keep taking these chances," Tom said to Jo that night on the phone.

"But I had to be with you," Jo giggled.

"We both could have been suspended and would not be eligible to play on Friday"

"I know it was dumb," she whispered.

"Well you are dumb and I'm dumber," he laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"Me too dumber," She laughed as she hung up.

The next two days flew by and when the girl's team entered the Trinity gym both Jo and Tina noticed O'Leary and two of the girls on the Trinity team wearing bandages on their noses. The Central team walked in front of the Trinity bench and Jo smiled at O'Leary. Jo knew it was going to be a physical game.

Coach Meagan also noticed the three bandaged faces and the smile Jo gave Kathy O'Leary. As the team dressed in the visitors locker room Meagan pulled Jo aside. "You wouldn't have anything to do with the three broken noses on the Trinity team would you?"

Before Jo could answer Tina yelled at the coach. "Coach Meagan they want you upstairs."

Meagan glared at Jo and walked up to the court. She saw the Trinity coach and the refs standing there. "Is something wrong?"

The Trinity coach was an older woman who Meagan had never seen smile before. "I have no proof but I think three of our girls were injured by a group of girls on your team."

Meagan looked across the gym at O'Leary and the other two girls. "Did they say who did it?"

"No, they won't talk. But it had to be a bunch of your girls."

"Listen. You have no proof and are just guessing. My girls would not do such a thing." Meagan said as she turned quickly and walked back down the stairs. "At least unless it was self-defense." She also knew it was not a few of her girls but just one.

As Coach Meagan walked by Tina the small girl grabbed her arm. "O'Leary put me in the hospital." Meagan stopped and realized Tina was right. She glanced over at Jo who was looking nervously at her.

Jo saw the coach's anger as she walked to her. "You are not starting."

"But coach," Jo said as her coach turned and walked away.

As Tom walked with the boys towards the locker room they passed the girl's team who was walking towards the court. Tom noticed that Jo was upset about something. He grabbed her arm. "Are you OK?"

"No I'm not OK, I'm not starting."

"But why?"

"The other coach complained about her three girls's broken noses."

"Shit," Tom said. "Don't worry she will put you in."

Jo took a deep breath and gave Tom a half-hearted smile.

The Trinity crowd booed the girls and especially Jo when they ran out onto the court. It was definitely a hostile crowd because someone threw a paper cup at the girls as they sat on the bench taking off their warm-up suits. Meagan immediately walked to the refs.

"If someone else throws anything at my team I'm walking off the floor," she said firmly.

The head ref walked to the scorers table and they made an announcement that said the game would be forfeited if objects are thrown onto the floor. A chorus of boos rang down from the full bleachers on both sides of the court.

Coach Meagan kept to her word and did not start Jo. The rest of the team looked in shock as the coach huddled them together. "I don't want to lose to this team. Stick to basics and win every loose ball."

"Coach, why isn't Jo starting?" Tina asked with a worried look on her face.

"Don't worry about Jo. Just play basketball," Meagan said. The team slowly walked to the large circle in the middle of the floor looking at each other for a leader but, no one looked confident.

O'Leary grinned under her white nose guard at Jo on the bench as she lined up for the tip.

"Come on let's go!" Jo shouted.