The Substitute Girlfriend

Note: Big Thanks to my editor Xyster as always for the major suggestions/rewrites on this story - it's as much his story as mine.

'Hi, you've reached Kayla. I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.'

"C'mon babe. I know you're mad but let's talk about it. Please call me back when you get this." I hung up the phone and sighed. It had already been a whole day and Kayla still wasn't picking up her darn phone or returning any of my texts.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jack, my best friend, asked in a distracted tone as he took out a zombie with a headshot. It was Saturday night, and I had dropped by his place after dropping off the flowers at Kayla's. "You know she'll come around. Kayla's crazy about you; she always has been."

I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely convinced, "Well, yeah... I guess so. But something's been off lately with her."

"What happened, again, exactly? I thought things were great between the two of you. Heck, you've been together ever since high school."

I hesitated a bit, wondering if I could trust my friend with the truth, before finally spilling, "Well... we were hanging out at my place last night after the game and well, making out like usual. And... well... Kayla wanted to move a bit faster than I was comfortable with, and I kind of said no."

Jack paused his game, looking at me wide-eyed in disbelief, "Wait... wait... what now?"

I nodded sheepishly, feeling more embarrassed than ever, "Well you know how my family is about sex. And how Kayla and I promised to save ourselves..." I began, letting out a sigh as Jack nodded, "Well... For some reason, last night, she kinda acted like she didn't want to wait. When I told her 'No', she got upset and stormed off."

"Dude, I really don't understand you. If I had a girlfriend like Kayla, I'd fuck her brains out every chance I get!"

I frowned and shot Jack a disapproving look.

"Oh, come on, man! I know she's your childhood sweetheart and all, but seriously... dating the hottest girl in school and still being a virgin just seems plain stupid."

I shook my head and let out a sigh of defeat. He was right, after all! Kayla was drop-dead gorgeous, with a body to die for. I had even noticed Jack check her out at times, and to be honest, I couldn't blame him for doing so. I mean, who wouldn't? Her long wavy blond hair, her big, bright, blue, innocent eyes and curvy hourglass figure made every guy drool over her, whenever she walked past them.

My silence on the topic seemed to encourage Jack to press the issue, "You know that half the guys at school would kill to be with her. Michael from her debate club, Jim from her swim team and hell, there's rumors that she's getting quite chummy with Duane Carter recently. If she dumps you for being too much of a prude, don't say I didn't warn you."

I chuckled at the mention of Duane's name, "Yeah, sure. Kayla and Duane? Seriously? You do realize those two would more likely kill each other than date, right? I mean she hates his guts with passion. She's just helping her mom out, that's all. Besides... I trust her. She loves me."

Jack simply shrugged and pressed play once again, continuing where he had left off. I shook my head and continued to watch his game.

Jack, and everyone else, never really understood that what Kayla and I have, is special. Sure, we weren't like most couples in high school, who'd have sex every chance they got, only to then break up within months, but that's because we knew we were different and destined to end up together. I was a very lucky son-of-a-bitch to be dating her.

I picked up my phone and gave her another call, but it went to voicemail, again.

'C'mon baby, where are you?'

***

Meanwhile... Kayla...

"Mmmmh, oh God... oh GOD... OH GOD!!!" I moaned as Duane's cock slammed into me from behind, gripping my hips tightly to keep me in place, while I buried my face into the pillow.

My entire body trembled with pleasure. Pleasure that I'd never felt before, as my pussy was stretched to its limits, to accommodate his massive girth, and my mind went blank with ecstasy.

"That's it. Take that cock," he grunted, pounding me faster and harder. "I knew you were hungry for this. Miss Goody-two-shoes isn't so innocent now, huh?"

I wanted to smack that smug smirk off his face but God! Despite each fiber of my being wanting to hate this so much, I couldn't deny how fucking good it felt. But I couldn't well admit that to him.

I lifted my head slightly off the pillow and turned to glare at him, "In... Mmmm.... your... dreams... Aaaahhh!"

"Keep telling yourself that Princess. But it looks to me that my big black cock is going to get you addicted. Your pussy's milking me like it doesn't want to let me go?" He teased, slapping my ass as I cried out.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face flashed across my screen as my phone lit up, inches away from my face. I quickly swiped ignore, blushing with embarrassment as Duane snickered.

"Aww... What's wrong? Worried your boyfriend will find out you're a nasty slut, who craves chocolate?"

"S-Shut up... Ahhh... Mmm... I... love Tom, and I'm not a slut. I'm only... oh fuck... I'm only doing this to... Ahhh... protect my family!" I stammered.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face popped back up on my screen but before I could swipe ignore, Duane's voice interrupted me, "Answer it!"

"What? No. I can't..." I began, but before I could protest anymore, he had snatched my phone away and pressed answer.

He put it on speaker mode and dropped it near my face on the bed as Tom's gentle voice called out to me, "Hey Kayla... Are you there?"

I bit my lip to muffle my moans and bent down to the phone, while Duane still fucking me from behind, "H-hey... T-Tom..."

***

Chapter 1 - Mom's Secret

One Month Ago...

"Yes! I can't believe it! The Richmond Rattlers have done it! They're through to the playoffs!" The announcer cheered over the loudspeaker as the crowd went crazy.

Despite all the odds, a rag-tag team of misfits and my mom had done it. We were in the playoffs for the first time in over ten years. I rushed down the bleachers to my mother, Avy Scott, the Substitute Coach for our basketball team.

Mom seemed to be in shock as she looked at the score board. But the moment I rushed up to her, she smiled widely and pulled me into a hug, "Kayla! Oh, honey, I can't believe it! We actually did it!!"

I was so happy for her that I almost jumped into her arms, "You sure did, Mom. I'm so proud of you!"

"Congratulations Mrs. Scott!"

"Congratulations, Coach!"

"Congrats..."

I wanted to stay, but the constant stream of people congratulating my mom pushed me to the side.

"You know that I would have bet a Million dollars that we would never beat Eastwood!" my boyfriend, Tom, walked over with a grin on this face and squeezed my arm, "But I guess miracles really do happen, huh?"

I gave him an angry pout as I playfully punched his chest, "Excuse me, Mister?! I'll have you know that Mom has been working very hard with the team--for weeks--to get us here."

"Relax, Babe! I'm just joking around," Tom smiled and pinched my cheek, "Your Mom is a Superstar. She really pulled through for the school."

"I know. She's so awesome!" I leaned into his arms as we watched the team's celebrations. I giggled as I saw Dad having a hard time making his way through the crowd of students to get to Mom. And when he finally did, he pulled her in for a soft kiss on the lips.

"It's the first time I'm seeing Principal Miguel engage in some PDA at school!" Tom chuckled.

"Me too! Dad's not usually big on such a show of affection. It doesn't gel well with his strict Principal persona," I giggled.

"But they do look good together," Tom said, wrapping his arms around me, "Just, like us, huh, Babe!"

"Yeah... They sure do," I beamed as I looked at Mom and Dad, and then at Tom, lovingly. I wondered if we will be lucky enough to end up just like Mom and Dad.

I mean, we have a similar story. Tom and I have been dating since high school, like my parents did when they were in high school. My parents love him; the teachers love him; my friends love him; heck, everyone loves Tom. He was tall, good-looking, charming, and such a gentleman. Everything a girl could ever ask for.

But sometimes I wonder if things can ever be too perfect?

"Oh, if it ain't Miss Goody-Two-Shoes!" I heard a familiar smug voice behind me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that voice anywhere: Duane Williams, 6 foot 4 inches, star athlete, captain of the basketball team, and an all-around obnoxious bully.

"Hi Duane," Tom nodded in his direction, as the cocky jerk... jock... approached, "great game tonight, man. I can't believe you guys won!"

"Thanks, bro!" Duane smiled and gave Tom a high-five before turning to me and giving me that smug grin, "Not going to congratulate me, Kayla?"

I rolled my eyes at him and folded my arms, "Good game, I guess. But don't let it get to your already inflated ego."

"Ouch, girl, that hurt," Duane faked a frown.

While Tom chuckled at the two of us, "You two never miss a chance to fight, do you?"

"I don't mind; I just love it when your girl gets all feisty like that," Duane said with a giant smile on his face.

I glared at Duane in anger, but before I could retort, the rest of the team showed up and pulled him away towards where my mother and father were standing. No doubt they all wanted to celebrate their win with their Coach.

"Ugg... I hate that guy's guts! I can't believe you are friends with him!" I grumbled, as Tom chuckled.

"He's not that bad, Kayla. Sure, he's a bit cocky, but Duane's a decent guy, deep down. Maybe you should try to get to know him better."

"I'd rather take a pass on that, thanks. He's a complete jerk, as far as I'm concerned!" I stated with a huff, not liking the idea in the slightest. Luckily, my dad peeled off from the crowd and walked up to Tom and me.

"Mom's not coming?" I asked, as Dad shook his head.

"Nah... She wants to treat the team for their win tonight. So, I say we head home, kiddo. Your mother will catch a ride later," he said with a chuckle, "you want to join us for dinner, Tom."

"No, sorry sir, I've got some homework to finish. Next time for sure," Tom declined politely and then leaned in to kiss me goodnight on the cheek, as my dad smiled at us. Tom never kisses me on the lips in front of our parents.

"He's a good kid, that one. Don't let him get away, alright!" My dad teased me, and I blushed with embarrassment.

"That he is..." I muttered under my breath and looked back at Tom walking away. As I turned, I briefly glanced at Mom and frowned as I watched her heading towards the locker room with the team, Duane's arm wrapped around her waist.

'Weird!'

***

Over the next few weeks, Mom practically disappeared into her work as she coached the team tirelessly. Practicing day and night to get the team into shape for the upcoming playoff match. I hardly ever saw her anymore, and when I did, she was always exhausted and drained.

However, I couldn't help but notice a change in her. Mom seemed happier; she always had a smile on her face. Not to mention how much sexier she began to dress lately. Mom has always been an incredibly attractive woman; beautiful, with a bombshell body, long blonde wavy hair, bright blue eyes, the works!

Then, Mom's style and sense of clothing also changed. Gone were her old, somewhat bland, conservative clothes, and in their place were sexy outfits that accentuated her curves. Maybe it was the confidence she got after winning her first game, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn't help but notice my mom's sexy new look.

My Dad, on the other hand, was clueless, as always. He did note how much her work was tiring her out. Therefore, one night, during dinner, he came up with the idea of me joining the team as a temporary team manager. Mom was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed to let me help out.

Truth be told, I practically jumped at the opportunity. I'd missed spending time with Mom, and I wanted to make sure she was doing okay.

So, the following Monday, I put on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and joined Mom for practice with the team. I wanted to wear something comfortable for running back and forth during practice, but couldn't help but notice their lecherous gazes as they quickly gathered around us when she blew her whistle.

You see, our school gym uniforms have always been a bit... let's just say... revealing. It's not that obvious of a problem when you're with a large group of girls. But when you're surrounded by a bunch of horny teenage boys in an empty gym, well, let's just say I felt like I was a piece of meat being paraded in front of a pack of wolves.

I was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged my curves tight, as well as my short red shorts that showed off my toned legs along with the bottom curve of my ass. I tried to pull the hem of my shorts to cover my bum a bit, but it was a losing battle against my bubble butt.

"Guys... Meet our new Team Manager!" Mom introduced me to the team, oblivious to their stares, "Principal Miguel believes that she can help us out with keeping track of schedules and other team responsibilities We can then focus on the game better."

I was about to chip in and add to that when Duane whistled and smirked at me, "I'm not sure we'll be able to focus at all with the hottest coach AND the hottest cheerleader around us at training..."

I knew that if I let this pass, I'd have them teasing Mom and me all the time, so I wasn't in the mood to take any of his crap.

"I'm NOT your cheerleader, Duane. I am the Team Manager, and you can take those dirty thoughts of yours out of your head. Like I told you guys last time, I have a boyfriend already, so it's better that you guys do not waste your time hitting on me. Instead focus on your practice!"

"Oh Snap!" The other boys exclaimed collectively as I called him out in front of everyone.

Duane looked at me with that irritating smile and took a step forward so that he was towering over me, but I was determined to not back down to him. We continued to glare at each other until he finally shrugged, after muttering, "I like your attitude, Miss Manager. It's gonna be fun having you around..."

My mom seemed to be a little taken aback by the scene and quickly took charge. She called the team around and made them start with a few laps to warm up. I turned to her with a grin on my face.

"Is he always this cocky?" I asked her, making mom blush a little, "I can't believe he was trying to flirt with the both of us! How do you tolerate him? I hate guys like that!"

"Well, he is a bully for sure," Mom mumbled shyly, "but he's also one of the best players I've ever seen. The whole team works hard because of him; I guess that's why I cut him some slack..."

"Well... I'm glad that I'm here to help you now, Mom," I smiled at her reassuringly, "You can focus on your coaching and I'll keep their minds focused on basketball, instead of on ogling you OR me! Trust me... I've dealt with guys like Duane before. They might act all cocky, but I know how to shut them down."

It was evident that Mom had her hands full with this lot and I was determined to help. For the rest of the practice, her entire team, led by Duane, made it no secret that they were checking me out. From the corner of my eye, I caught them looking and staring, but I wasn't going to give them the pleasure of knowing that it bothered me. I was going to help my mom win this championship, no matter what. If that meant dealing with a bunch of horny jocks, so be it.

***

"So how was practice today?" Tom asked as we sat in the bleachers later that evening.

"I don't know how my mom manages to handle these idiots," I said, rolling my eyes, thinking back to the way the team just ogled both my mom and I the entire time, "You should see how much they tease Mom!"

"It's just guys being guys, Kayla. It's just how some guys vent out when stressed. Cut 'em some slack," Tom laughed, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "They are training like crazy, doing everything your mom is making them do. So, maybe, it's not that much of a big deal?"

"I guess you're right," I sighed reluctantly. He did have a point about that. Despite all the teasing, Mom WAS training the hell out of them, and they were following her orders to a T. And... it was all because of Duane.

Mom was right; he might be the most cocky and arrogant jerk, but from what I could see, it was Duane who was working the hardest on the team. Focussing not just on his own game, but barking orders to the others to listen to Mom's instructions properly, if they were slacking off.

Even I had to admit, I had never seen this side of Duane before.

"Well... maybe I can try to be a bit nicer with them," I relented, causing Tom to chuckle.

"Only a bit?"

"I'm not a push over!" I laughed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

***

"So, Kayla, how was your first day helping out Mom?" Dad asked the same question as Tom over dinner later that night, "Is your mom just as strict on them as the rumours around school are making out to be?"

Mom rolled her eyes as I smiled and nodded, "Oh you should have seen her Dad! She's training them like a drill sergeant!"

"Not true," Mom laughed and took a sip of her wine, "I'm only making sure they put in the hard work. Motivation does the rest."

"Whatever you're doing, must be working," Dad noted with a proud grin, "Carter is pretty happy with how much Duane, in particular, has improved. That boy was starting to turn into a troublemaker."

"Oh, it's nothing like that, Miguel," Mom smiled shyly, "Duane just needed the right motivation that's all..."

"Well, whatever you are doing to keep him motivated, keep doing it for at least the next few games," Dad laughed, taking another sip of his wine, "His father is trying to rope in a scout to come see him play during one of the next few games."

"Oh, don't worry, Miguel. I've got that under control," Mom replied with a mischievous wink.

"Yes. But..."

We were interrupted by the main door opening and the sound of my younger brother Manny's shuffling feet as the main door slammed shut.

"Manny, you're late. Dinner was at 8!" Mom called out, but instead of coming into the kitchen as usual, he called out that he wasn't hungry and went up to his room without even a hello.

"That's strange," Dad said with a frown, "I wonder what's wrong?"

Mom sighed, "It's something at school. He just won't talk about it. Kayla and I both tried talking to him about it but we got nothing."

"Oh, let him have his privacy," Dad shrugged, "he probably just had a bad day."

***

The next few days were quite hectic as I tried my best to keep things running smoothly. Mom was becoming more and more stressed as the quarterfinals approached, and I did my best to help lighten her load. Between scheduling practice times and handling logistics for away games, I barely had any time to hang out with Tom.

The good thing though was that I was getting closer to Mom. Except for a few post-practice strategy sessions, which Mom asked me to skip as she wanted some alone time with the team to give them a pep-talk, I was practically with her almost every hour of every day outside of classes.

"How did you get these guys to improve so much in such a short time?" I asked her one day as we stood by the court watching the guys go through their shooting drills.

To my surprise, she blushed a deep-red and seemed really embarrassed by the simple question. "Well, it hasn't been easy, but I try to motivate them and I made some rules to keep them in check too..."

"Rules, as in?" I inquired and to my surprise Mom just evaded the question, "Oh it's nothing major sweetie. Just making sure they have no outside distractions and focus only on the game!"

I was intrigued but lucky for Mom, the boys finished their final laps and began heading back to the locker rooms.

"Alright guys! That'll be it for today. Go hit the showers," she yelled out, "And we'll meet in my office for strategy in 15 minutes."

"Another strategy meet?" I looked at my mom, pleadingly, "Can I sit in this time please?"

"Oh, honey, it's just boring charts and plays... And some daily motivation for the boys. Not worth your time at all!" she laughed and pinched my cheeks, "Besides you have your date with Tom tonight, right?"

"Well yeah, but..." I protested.

"Don't worry, Miss goody-two-shoes," Duane cut in with his usual smirk. He was the only one left behind while his friends hit the lockers, "We'll take good care of your mom."

"Shut up Duane, and go take a shower!" Mom said sternly, swatting Duane on his sweaty chest as he let out a chuckle and jogged off.

"I still can't believe how he just listens to you these days," I said with an impressed tone, "He doesn't listen to anyone else at school!"

"Well... like I told Dad... It's all about motivation, darling!" she winked, "You go enjoy your night with Tom while I go handle those boys!"

***

Tom was supposed to pick me up from practice, but for some reason he wasn't there waiting for me in the parking lot. After thirty minutes or so of waiting for him and after several missed calls later, he finally answered my call, only to apologize that he had forgotten about our date and was still gaming at Jack's.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and stomped my way back inside and headed towards Mom's office to hitch a ride with her. I couldn't help but feel annoyed and a bit pissed off at Tom. Sometimes, he just took me for granted!

Lucky for me, Mom seemed to be done with her strategy meeting too. As I saw, Jake, Marvin, Kyle and Winston walking away together in the other direction from her office. They seemed to be in a great mood and were joking around loudly. I couldn't help but hear the words 'Duane' and 'Coach Avy's Deal' as they rounded the corner.

I looked towards the direction that they had come from, Mom's new office. It was odd that Duane had stayed behind and the rest of them were leaving. Knowing him, he must have caused some trouble for Mom, and she must be scolding him.

Curious as to what was happening, and a bit giddy with the hope to see Mom finally tell Duane off, I tip-toed over towards her office. The door was ajar, and I peeked in to see what was going on. To my surprise, instead of telling him off, Mom was making out with him!

I could hardly believe my eyes, but it was true. My mom, the school Principal's wife, the model teacher, the Substitute Coach, was kissing the basketball team's star player, Duane Williams!

'Mom... W-what is... Why... Oh my God!' I gasped as a torrent of thoughts popped into my mind, trying to rationalize what I was seeing. 'He must be forcing himself on her! Mom's always been a pushover!'

But as I looked on, I was even more confused. Even if she was being forced, why the heck did she seem to be enjoying it so much! Her hands ran all over his muscular arms and chest, while she moaned and whimpered.

"God, you're so sexy Mrs. Scott..." He murmured into her mouth.

"Duane... You know that I shouldn't... Mmmm... Be doing thiiss..." she purred as he leaned down to nibble on her neck, "Mmm... We don't have time... Mmm... for this. We have to... Oh God! I have a staff meeting in 5 minutes."

Duane ignored her, lifting her up and setting her on her desk and to my horror, my mom willingly wrapped her long legs around her bully's hips and pulled him close. She spoke in a soft whisper, and I almost missed it, "N-not today... please. I will make it uuunnnh... up to you..." she moaned, grinding herself against him as he continued suckling her neck, "I-I promise... I- I can't be late for the meeting!"

I leaned forward a little, trying to make out what she had just said, but inadvertently nudged the door a bit, which creaked loudly, causing Duane to look up for a second. Luckily, I immediately ducked back behind the wall, but I could almost swear that he had seen me!

However, he didn't show if he had noticed me and returned his attention to Mom, who was moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he kissed her neck passionately for a good minute before pulling away.

"Fine..." he grumbled, "But you owe me, Mrs. Scott."

I heard the sound of his footsteps and quickly hid in the closet opposite to me. He stepped out of the room and headed off down the corridor. Once I was sure he had gone, I slowly crept up to my mom's room and peered in. Mom was still inside. Her eyes were closed, and she had picked up a picture of Dad from her desk and looked at it curiously, while muttering, "Forgive me, Miguel."

'What the hell is going on here!' I thought to myself as I stepped back into the dark hallway and sprinted towards the exit.

***

Over the next few days, I was in a daze. My mind was still reeling from what I had seen. My sweet, loving mom, who was the most innocent and loyal person I knew, was being blackmailed into making out with a student!

'I have to do something about it.' I kept thinking but I just didn't know what to do. I really couldn't do anything until I were to find out what Duane was holding over her to force her into making out with him.

And I was determined to find out. So, I tried my best to stick around her as much as possible and to keep an eye on them both during practice and while in her office. But there wasn't much luck.

However, it all finally came to a head on the night of the quarter-finals. Our team won a hard-fought victory, and while everyone started leaving the court after the celebrations, I noticed Duane nod towards my mom and she then slipped out of the crowd and headed towards the locker rooms.

"Hey Tom, can you wait for me by the car?" I nudged Tom, "I have something I need to check up on."

"Can't it wait? We can't be late for the movie?"

"Nothing, just something that's been on my mind. It'll just be just 5 minutes. You wait by the car, and I'll be out soon," I said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and heading over to the locker room.

I glanced over towards the lockers and paused for a moment. Maybe I was thinking too much. She was with the whole team, not just with Duane alone. What could possibly happen?

Still, something nagged at my conscience, and I decided to call her up first. As I expected, she sounded so nervous on the phone that it only confirmed that she was up to no good. And before she could protest further, I made my excuses and headed over to the locker room, determined to get to the bottom of this. My mom was the best person I knew and there was no way I could let her get taken advantage of like this.

However, as I turned the corner towards the lockers, I nearly bumped into a very sweaty Duane coming from the locker room.

"Oh sorry..." He said casually before giving me his signature cocky smirk, "Congrats on the win, Miss Manager."

"Yeah, you too..." I replied awkwardly, unsure how to react, "Did my Mom leave? I need to pick her up for dinner real quick..."

I took a step to the right to pass by him, but Duane shuffled sideways and blocked my path, his hand lightly caressing my shoulder, "No worries. She's still in there. Giving the team a bit of motivation!"

"I'll just pop in and get her then. Excuse me," I looked up at him irritably and pushed past him before he could stop me. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me.

"Worried about your mom like a good girl. I'm sure you started to worry about her after you caught us kissing..." Duane said. I froze in my tracks and whipped around; my eyes wide.

"W-what?" I stuttered, feeling my heart beat faster.

"Oh, don't be so surprised!" he chuckled. "I saw you standing by the door spying on us the other day... You're a terrible spy, you know that?"

I gulped hard, unable to find a response as I glanced back at the door where my mom was supposed to have been waiting, "I- I... I don't..."

"Did you like what you saw, Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes? I noticed that you've been eyeing me a lot since that day. You jealous?" He asked with a cocky sneer on his face. He took a step towards me, and I instinctively backed away.

"Are you threatening my mom?" I whispered, "I swear I'm going to tell my dad about this..."

Duane chuckled as if I'd said something amusing and took another step toward me, until I was backed up against the wall. He lifted his hands and casually rested them against the wall on either side of my shoulders, as he looked deep into my eyes. His massive body completely blocking me off as I glared up at him defiantly.

"Tell Principal Miguel what exactly?"

"That you're blackmailing her... That you're using her somehow..." I whispered, my eyes focused on his, trying not to look weak.

"Blackmailing? What gives you that idea?" he asked, his face inches away from mine.

"Because you're a bully and I know you're taking advantage of her..." I answered.

Duane's lips curled into a smirk, and he seemed to think about something for a moment.

"I'll tell my dad if you don't stop this..." I threatened, but the cut me off.

"Damn, Kayla... You've got this all wrong," he whispered in my ear and I felt his breath brush against my skin. "Your mom's the one who offered the deal to me!"

"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered nervously.

"Well, your mom set up all these rules for us players to follow until the match. So that we have a shot at winning the tournament; you know how important this is for her..." he began whispering in my ear as I listened intently.

"What does that have to do with..." I started but Duane gently shushed me.

"Now, that includes no skipping practice, no parties, no booze and absolutely NO girls! Nothing to distract us, you see. The guys were cool with it since they don't really have girlfriends to begin with but..." Duane said and then paused for a second before continuing, "But you know me. I just can't concentrate on the game, if my needs aren't met!"

"You are so disgusting," I hissed and tried to push him away, but he didn't budge an inch as I continued to glare up at him.

"So, I went to Ms. Avy to talk to her about this problem of mine, and she was so understanding. I mean she needs me to win; afterall, I am her top player you know... So, she offered a solution to my predicament."

"Which is?"

"Well, I needed a girl and your mom sort of subbed in..." he whispered, "you know, I gotta blow off steam somehow after practice. So, we settled on a kiss whenever I want... But I never expected her to be so damn good at it, I have to admit."

My eyes went wide, and I just stared at him in shock, "You pig. Don't you know that she's married?!"

Duane just smiled, his eyes lingering on my body. I was still wearing the cheerleader outfit, the tight top was pretty revealing and I suddenly felt conscious about it as Duane's eyes roamed up and down my body.

"Well, I could consider that... but how would that help me deal with my stress? Leading a team to the championship is stressful work and having a girlfriend to make-out with is a good way to release that tension, you know..." Duane stated matter-of-factly.

I glanced down the corridor towards the locker room. Mom was taking so much risk for this stupid championship; what if Dad found out. Their marriage could fall apart because of a stupid deal!

"What will it take for you to leave her alone?" I asked after a long pause.

"Well, I have an idea..." he whispered and lowered his hand to my waist, his fingers gently caressing the exposed skin as I froze, my eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

"Well, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes..." he whispered as he leaned forward so that his lips were up close to my left ear and I felt a chill run across my back. "I'm offering you a choice. You can either go tell Principal Miguel and destroy your mom's marriage or...." he paused for a second, letting my imagination run wild before continuing, "Or you can take your mom's place..."

"What?!" I exclaimed loudly, "I- I'm not doing that. I can't do that... I have Tom!"

"Just till the championship is over. And don't worry, it's not my style to force a girl. Just go out with me and pretend to be my girlfriend in secret. No-one else will know," he said with a shrug and added, "It's not like you have to have sex with me or anything. I just like having a cute girlfriend hanging off my arm to keep the stress away."

"W-what does that involve exactly?" I asked hesitantly.

'Was I really considering this?' I wondered to myself.

He grinned and leaned back down and whispered, "Just the usual stuff that couples do..." I felt his lips touch against the skin of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily and closed my eyes. "... you know, holding hands... and making out..."

"And that's it? You won't try anything funny?" I opened my eyes and looked up at him as his eyes stared into my own.

"I'm a perfect gentleman. You have my word, Kayla. Tom will never know, and I will never try anything which you are not comfortable with..." Duane promised, "So... what do you say?"

I gulped hard and looked back towards the locker room. If Mom was caught with Duane, she might be suspended and worse, her marriage would be ruined. I knew what I had to do. I was already helping her out with the team, I could just help her out a little more.

I looked up at his face with a frown and bit my lip, "O-only kissing and only until the championship. That too only after practice... when nobody is around... and you have to leave my mom alone! Got it? Otherwise, I'll tell my dad."

"You drive a hard bargain Miss Goody-Two-Shoes," he grinned and I felt his fingers caress my waist as he pulled me close and leaned down until his face was inches from mine, "Now, how about we seal the deal with a kiss?"

I blushed bright red as I looked into those deep, dark eyes. I knew that I really didn't have much of a choice as I nodded reluctantly and leaned up on my toes to press my lips to his, muttering the words that sealed my fate that day...

"Deal..."

As his soft lips pressed against mine, I felt his tongue pry open my lips and dart into my mouth. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness. My eyes were wide with shock as I felt his tongue explore my mouth. It was so different from Tom's gentle kisses and before I knew it, I felt my tongue begin to respond.

'What the hell am I doing?'

His strong arms enveloped me, and I felt myself being pulled up onto my toes. My arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to devour my mouth, my eyes closed as I lost myself in the moment. My mind was a whirl as I realized how wrong all this was.

Duane was a bully and a jerk and yet... he was so much better than Tom at a simple kiss! I felt his hand move to the back of my head and grab a fistful of my hair, forcing my mouth to remain in place as he kissed me. I felt his tongue swirl around the inside of my mouth as I whimpered into his mouth. I felt a tingle between my thighs, as I felt his other hand cup my ass, squeezing my soft, curvy butt.

"Mmm... Mmmm..." I whimpered in surprise, but Duane's grip held me in place as we continued to passionately kiss for a good minute. His hands exploring my body as I melted into the kiss, my body responding to his advances as I felt my nipples harden beneath my top, pressing into his muscular chest.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I was powerless in his strong arms. I had never been kissed like that before. Tom and I had always kept things slow and gentle, but Duane was different. I could feel the lust and the desire in his kiss, and I found myself getting turned on as I moaned in pleasure into his mouth, my tongue dancing with his.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and broke the kiss. I opened my eyes, my lips still parted. Almost instinctively I leaned forward to recapture his lips, but he leaned back with a smirk. "That wasn't half-bad Miss Manager. I can see this is going to be sooo much fun!"

"Mmm... What?" I mumbled, still in a daze as I felt him gently lower me to my feet.

"See you tomorrow, Kayla. I'll text you where to meet me," he winked before stepping out the door and leaving me there standing in the hallway, my heart racing a mile a minute. I was so stunned that it took me nearly a minute before I realized what I had gotten myself into...

'Shit! What the hell did I just do?'

***

Chapter 2 - My New Boyfriend

"Hey Kayla!" Mom greeted me cheerily as she joined us for breakfast, "You look lovely today!"

I wasn't paying attention as my mind was still replaying my kiss with Duane. My cheeks still felt flushed as I thought back to it. 'How could I let that brute kiss me?' and then a smaller voice in my mind added 'and why am I comparing him to Tom?'

"Kayla?!" Mom waved her hand in front of my face as I snapped back to reality.

"Huh? Oh hi, Mom!" I smiled weakly at her.

"How was your date with Tom last night?" Mom asked while picking up the box of cereal.

"Oh... My date? Oh that... Yes, it was nice..." I lied, blushing bright red, avoiding her gaze as I didn't want her asking too many questions about last night.

Mom was about to reply when Dad's voice boomed in from the doorway, "Morning ladies!" He announced and walked up behind Mom and wrapped his arms around her waist as he gave her a big hug, planting kisses on the sides of her neck.

"Aah! Miguel! Stop it! Not in front of Kalya!" she giggled, pushing him away playfully.

"What?" He grinned as Mom rolled her eyes, "I'm just showing some affection to the first woman coach to reach the semis."

"You are so corny!" She giggled, as she turned around and leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. I watched on silently. Like Tom, Dad's kiss seemed to be soft and gentle. Did Mom really prefer this to Duane's passionate, hungry, aggressive kisses...

'Stop it Kayla... Mom loves Dad!' I scolded myself, feeling guilty that I was thinking such thoughts about my own parents. I shook my head to get rid of the memory of Mom kissing Duane and got up to get ready for school when I got a message on my phone.

Duane: 'Good morning, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes ;)'

I sighed and glanced at my parents before typing back.

Me: 'Stop calling me that. What do you want?'

Duane: 'Tsk. Tsk. Such a rude reply from my new girlfriend. I was just wishing you a good morning.'

Me: 'Only till the championship. Don't forget that.'

Duane: 'Yeah, Yeah. Anyways, We're going out tonight. Meet me at the park.'

Me: 'WHAT?!'

Duane: 'I'll be waiting at the park. Don't be late or I'll come looking for you. And make sure to dress up for the date. That's the deal.'

"Great, my first fake date with the biggest douchebag in school..." I muttered to myself as I slipped the phone into my pocket and grabbed by bag, "Gotta go Mom, I'm running late. Bye Dad."

***

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, apart from some more lecherous teasing from the team during practice. But what I was really dreading was tonight's 'date'.

I didn't even want to imagine how horrible it would be to go on a date with Duane! All day I tried to think of ways out of it. Maybe I could pretend to be sick. Maybe I could just sneak out of my window and run away!

But I couldn't. I couldn't because I knew I was doing this for my mom. She had worked so hard for this coach's position, and I would not ruin this for her. I would do what I have to do to protect her and our family, even if it means dating Duane Carter!

So, at 6:30 PM sharp, I found myself dressed in a short white summer dress, sitting in my room, and staring at myself in the mirror, while applying some makeup.

'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."

I began to pump my hand faster as I tried not to focus on what he was doing to my breasts. His large, strong fingers were so rough... yet so good at squeezing the soft flesh of my boobs. I bit back the moans that threatened to escape my lips as my nipples hardened under his touch.

"Damn... You are so fucking hot..." he groaned, continuing his groping with one hand while his other slid down to my skirt, cupping my ass, "You're gonna make me cum so hard..."

"C-cum... Cum quickly, please," I pleaded as I stroked him faster, feeling his huge shaft swell up even thicker in my small hands at my words. My palm was wet and slick with whatever weird fluid was leaking out of his tip. I had no idea what I was doing but apparently it was working, nonetheless.

"Keep going..." Duane groaned, bucking his hips towards me, thrusting his cock into my fist, "Oh yeah... like that... God, you have no idea how much I needed this..."

I bit back the moans that threatened to escape from my lips and tried to focus on my task. My palm was a blur, pumping up and down the length of his huge black dick as it pulsed and throbbed in my grip. I realized that he liked it when I begged him, so I tried it again...

"Please... Cum soon..." I whispered as I stroked his cock, looking up at him with my big blue eyes and as I expected, he groaned loudly.

"Ahhh fuck... Keep talking like that and I'm gonna explode!" he grunted as I felt his shaft swell up in my grip again. How it keeps swelling ever thicker, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"P-Please. I want it..." I pleaded, desperate to get this over with, "Cum for your girlfriend!"

I couldn't believe this was happening to me! I was supposed to be the perfect role model student... the Principal's daughter... Tom's girlfriend, the nicest guy on earth!

But all that was forgotten as I bit my lip and tried to hold back my own guilty arousal for the first time in weeks, Duane seemed to be under my control!

"Cum for me..." I moaned as I saw his face contorting with pleasure as his cock throbbed even harder in my grip, "Cum for me..."

And before Duane could react, I leaned up and began kissing his neck, "Cum for your girlfriend!" I murmured as I kissed him, "Do it!"

"F-fuck!" he groaned, his hands squeezing and groping my body. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, Duane..." I moaned into his ear, my lips brushing against his earlobe, "Please! You need it so bad! I need it just as bad. I need you to cum, please, do it for me."

"Ahhh... Kayla... fuck!" he groaned, unable to take any more of my dirty words and began bucking his hips wildly as he shot out his sticky white load all over my fist.

And it wasn't just a small amount either! The first shot was a huge load of hot white semen that shot up in the air and splattered down on my arm. Followed by the next, which arched in the air before falling on my shirt!

I gasped in shock at the force of his ejaculation, feeling my pussy clenching with arousal as his cock spurted again and again, making a mess all over my shirt and skirt! There was a stark contrast between the whiteness of his cum and the blackness of his dick, which was mesmerizing.

"Oh... Wow..." He groaned, panting heavily, "That was so fucking good..."

"I-I've never done anything like this before," I admitted sheepishly, a guilty blush rising to my cheeks as I lifted my fingers up and saw them coated with his thick gooey stuff.

"Y-You came so much..." I whispered, blushing as I tried to shake the thick white fluid off my fingers, "I-It's everywhere!"

Duane chuckled breathlessly, leaning against the wall, his cock softening slowly, still half hard, with drops of cum coating the black shaft, "What can I say, Kayla? You seem to have that effect on me."

"I need to get cleaned up!" I muttered, looking down at my stained clothes, " I can't go out with my shirt looking like this!"

"Never given a hand job to Tom, huh?" he teased, pulling his gym shorts back up. "Bet he never shoots this hard..."

"I-It's none of your business!" I stammered and pulled away, trying to hide my embarrassment. "We're waiting till marriage!"

He chuckled and shook his head, "And yet, here you are with your hand on another guy's dick... I don't think I could wait like that if you were my 'real' girlfriend."

I bit my lip and blushed as he smirked at me, "Shut up! I'm going to clean this up and head back now... Make sure you win the game tonight, or we're through! You understand?"

But, I couldn't walk out of the stall, I felt his hand reach out and grab my wrist, as he pulled me closer, kissing my lips tenderly, "Thanks..." he whispered against my lips.

"Whatever..." I muttered, rolling my eyes and pulling away from him. I washed my hands and cleaned up the stains in the best possible way. I rushed out of the locker room, blushing furiously as I ran out, making sure nobody saw me.

***

81-50: Richmond Raptors beat Eastwood High in the most lopsided semi-final in recent years!

"That was some game..." Tom cheered loudly as he rushed to my side once the final buzzer rang. "I've never seen the team play like that!"

"I-I guess they were just motivated..." I said, smiling weakly at him. I was definitely happy for Mom and the team, but this win also meant that my 'fake relationship' with Duane would have to continue till the championships.

And as I expected, Duane made sure to celebrate his win with me. He made up an excuse of spraining an ankle, making me accompany him to the nurse's office. But instead, I ended up in an empty classroom, making out with my fake 'boyfriend' while my real, 'perfect' boyfriend celebrated our first entry into the championship ever, just a few doors away...

"Mmmh... Fuck you taste so good," Duane groaned, nibbling at my lower lip as he kissed me passionately. My body trembled in his strong arms as I felt his large hands squeezing and fondling my soft curvy body through the thin fabric of my uniform.

"S-Shut up!" I mumbled between kisses, breathing in his musky masculine scent as his tongue pushed into my mouth, swirling with mine. I tried to ignore the way my heart raced as he kissed me, how my body ached for more as our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss.

However, it seemed that Duane too wanted more as his hands slid up my waist to grab my hands. He pulled them down towards his crotch and before I could protest, I felt his fingers wrapping mine around his swollen shaft, through his gym shorts.

And despite myself, I let out a soft moan as I felt his cock throb under the palm of my hand and involuntarily gave him a light squeeze that made him groan into our kiss.

"God... I can never get enough of you, Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes..." Duane murmured against my mouth, " Just keep doing that..." He broke away from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

"You know, you should stop calling me that. A 'Goodie-Two-Shoes' won't be stroking this monster of a cock. She would be above such a thing."

My heart was racing in my chest as he pushed his hips towards me, thrusting his crotch into my grip. "C-Come on... Stroke it!" he whispered, his voice low and thick with arousal. "It'll relax me before the celebration-party." This he added, "Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes! It brings me extra pleasure to know that you are not above such a thing."

"T-This is too much..." I protested weakly as I felt the heat of his body against mine, "That was just a one-time thing... W-We'll get caught!"

"No we won't..." He whispered, kissing my neck gently, "Just keep going... A good girlfriend would help her boyfriend relax after such a stressful game... That's all this is..."

His soft lips sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I couldn't find the strength to pull my hand away from him, even if I wanted to. Which, to my immense surprise, I didn't want to. I broke our kiss and looked up at his handsome face with guilty arousal as my hand began to slowly rub his cock through the fabric.

"I need to go out with Tom after this... you might stain my clothes when you..." I said, biting my lip nervously as I stroked his thick shaft under his shorts. It felt amazing to hold it in my hands, feeling it swell up so big and powerful under my touch.

"Well, then we just need to make sure you don't get your clothes dirty, right?" Duane smirked, and his hands reached up to lewdly cup my full breasts as he grinned smugly at me.

"What do you mean... Ahhh...?" I moaned as his fingers pinched and teased my nipples through the thin cotton shirt and bra.

"Take off your shirt."

"W-What!?" I gasped, my hands instantly coming up to cover my tits as my face flushed a deep red. But his smirk only grew wider.

"If I cum on it, it will stain again..." he explained patiently, "And you said you need to go somewhere... so the only solution is for you to take off your shirt..."

My cheeks were burning with shame at the suggestion, but I knew I couldn't argue with him. He was right. If I didn't take off my shirt, it would definitely get messy, again. But to do that in front of him... It seemed too embarrassing and too wrong... But then again, I had already given him a hand job just a few hours ago and I was wearing a bra!

"O-Only the shirt." I stammered finally as he nodded in agreement, his eyes drinking in every inch of me as I slowly began to lift up my shirt.

'I'm so sorry, Tom...' I promised myself, 'I-I'll stop this after the championships! I promise!'

***

Chapter 3 - Becoming a good girlfriend

And just like that I went from 'the perfect role model student' to Duane's naughty little hand-maiden within a week. Basketball practice now began with me giving him a 'relaxing hand job' in an empty classroom before we joined Mom and the rest of the team for practice.

And, I had gotten to know his body or rather his cock so intimately by now; every curve, every vein, every sensitive spot.

I guess it was the diligent, A-Grade student in me that compelled me to do the best at everything that I did. That is how I had ended up learning how to perfect the art of jerking off Duane's cock. My hands had learned how to work his shaft in just the right way to make him moan and groan in pleasure.

But the worst part was how much I had started to like our daily sessions. There were no two ways about it. Despite my earlier reservations about him, I enjoyed spending time with Duane daily. He was so charming and funny when we went out for our secret dates. And then there were the naughty moments of intimacy that seemed to just get hotter with each passing day.

At first, I hated his smug, dominating attitude when he made me act out his stupid fantasies! But recently I couldn't deny that his cocky arrogance turned me on, he knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly how to take it. It made me feel desired in a way Tom never had...

Also the guilt of my mixed feelings was driving me crazy every night. I felt so dirty and sinful... Despite my best efforts, starting with the night of the semi-finals, I found myself fingering myself to a climax every single night just thinking about Duane Carter!

The way his lips felt against mine, how his strong hands caressed and played with my tits, how warm and firm his monstrous black cock felt as I stroked it, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm... It drove me over the edge every time!

'I'm such a bad, bad girlfriend...' I moaned in my mind as my fingers pushed inside me and I climaxed hard, my juices spilling out onto the bedsheets. 'I-I hate you, Duane!'

***

"Mmmm... Kayla! What's gotten into you?" Tom gasped as he pulled back from my kiss.

We were in his room one evening, back from school, listening to some music, and hanging out, when I practically jumped on him and began kissing him. After spending an hour with Duane that afternoon, I just wanted to prove to myself that I was still a good girl... A good girlfriend.

"Can't your girlfriend miss you?" I whispered as I pressed my soft curvy body against him and kissed his lips again.

"Of course she can..." he murmured as he kissed me back, "It's just... I've never seen you like this before..."

I ignored his words and continued to kiss him deeply, inviting his tongue to invade my mouth, just like Duane did every single day... But his gentle, delicate kisses weren't the same... and I needed more!

"Kayla-- what are you doing?" he asked, confused when I suddenly pushed him onto his bed and pulled back from our kiss. I stepped back to the bedroom door and quickly turned the key to lock us in.

"I-I just want to try something..." I said with a shy smile, my eyes flashing, as I turned back to him and slowly got down to my knees in front of him.

And before Tom could say another word, I had crawled between his legs and began fumbling with his pants. He gasped, but couldn't say anything as my slender fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down till I had my boyfriend lying completely on his back on the bed, clad only in his boxers!

"Kayla! W-What are you doing?" He asked, shocked by my behaviour, "Y-You know we can't... W-we're waiting for..."

"Shhhh... You deserve this..." I whispered, eyeing the bulge forming in his boxers as I ran my hands over his thighs and up to his crotch, "You're such an amazing boyfriend..."

"Ahhhh..." He groaned as my fingers wrapped around his cock through his boxers and squeezed his shaft gently. I was a bit surprised at the size, but Tom hardly noticed it, as his eyes rolled back with pleasure as my fingers wrapped around his shaft and squeezed him gently.

"I love you..." I whispered as I looked up into his face with an earnest expression, hoping that this would finally make up for how bad of a girlfriend I had been lately.

"I-I love you too!" He moaned out as I pulled down his boxers and gasped at the sight of my boyfriend's cock. It was a stark contrast to what I had been seeing for so long--or seeing what WAS so long, and thick, and huge--Duane's big, black python, which was almost twice or actually three times as big as Tom's!

It stood up like a tiny post in the air, a mere 4-inch cock, that looked like it was trying its best to impress me but failing. My small hand could palm the length of it and still have some room to spare. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at the sight. It looked cute and small compared to what I had gotten used to. I mean, it wasn't like Tom was tiny or anything; he was a solid four-inches in length and about two fingers thick. But it was like having a model, toy car than the actual, real revving machine that a real car would be by comparison.

But compared to Duane...

"Y-You're so big!" I lied through my teeth as I stroked him gently with my hand, just like I had done countless times with Duane. But this time my fingers easily wrapped around the shaft completely and I didn't even need both hands to jerk him off!

"Oooh... Kayla... That feels incredible..." he moaned out as he pushed his hips towards me. "But w-we promised..."

"Shhh..." I whispered, leaning closer to him as I continued to stroke him gently, "I just want to try this once... Besides we're not having sex... just... just a little something..."

He sighed as he gave into the pleasure of my hand stroking him, "O-Okay..."

"I'll stop if you want me to stop..." I teased as I looked up at his handsome face with a smile, "Just say the word."

"N-No...! Keep going..." he groaned, biting his lip, "That feels amazing..."

And just like I had done so many times with Duane, I began pumping my fist faster and faster along his cock. But unlike my bully boyfriend who would last for so long, I quickly had Tom squirming and bucking his hips up into my hand, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder.

"Ahhh... Kayla! I-I'm going to..." He grunted after only a minute or so and I gasped in surprise. Duane usually lasted ten-fifteen minutes before he climaxed. I hadn't even had the chance to do anything special yet!

"Already?" I asked in shock, looking up into his eyes as he nodded desperately, his face contorted with pleasure.

"Ahhh fuck... K-Kayla!" He groaned out and suddenly shot out his load all over my hands. It was much less than Duane's; about a quarter of what my 'fake boyfriend' would cum from one hand job! But I continued stroking him, milking every drop of cum from his cock as he shook in pleasure, until finally, he was spent.

I looked down at my hand covered in sticky cum and gave Tom a cheeky smile, as he lay there panting, trying to catch his breath.

"That... That was..." He panted, unable to complete the sentence.

"... Amazing! I know!" I said with a giggle as I wiped my hands on a napkin and got up to cuddle against him on the bed. I pressed myself against his arm and kissed his neck while my left hand slid down to playfully fondle his balls. "We should do this more often!"

Tom gulped and nodded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "You are the best girlfriend ever!"

'If you only knew...' I thought to myself, but didn't let it show, as I smiled innocently at him and snuggled closer.

***

In the next two weeks leading up to the Finals, I alternated between pleasing and pleasuring both my boyfriends. I figured out a system to ease my guilt about what I was doing with Duane.

And that was to let Tom enjoy the same things I did with Duane!

It was almost like a schedule of my daily life; making out and letting Duane have his way with my body, while I stroked and fondled his amazing cock to a climax. And then, later in the evening, Tom would get the same treatment but without the teasing and groping, of course!

But despite my guilt somewhat being eased, I couldn't deny the fact that there was just something about Duane that turned me on in a way that Tom just couldn't.

Duane's hands would grab and squeeze my body in a way that had me aching for more, his kisses were rough and aggressive, and his tongue invaded my mouth without mercy. His huge black cock throbbed and pulsed in my hand--it had a life of its own--as I worked it up and down, feeling so thick and heavy against my soft white hands. There was no way my sweet Tom could ever...

'Stop it!' I scolded myself, 'Stop comparing them! That's not fair to Tom!'

I sighed and continued fingering myself in my bed, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I pushed another finger inside me, imagining Duane's lips on mine...

***

"Eyes on the ball guys..." Mom said with a stern look as she blew the whistle, signalling the end of practice. "Duane! What the hell is going on with you today? That's the third fumble from you in this quarter!"

It was just a week before the finals and Mom had gotten even stricter with the team and the extended practice sessions. Meaning that it was often late into the evening when it was just me and Mom, both dressed in those inappropriate school gym clothes, watching the boys run through play after play.

I glanced at her sideways as she stood her ground while she scolded Duane, who just seemed to ignore her and had his eyes fixed on her tits. I felt a bit of a jealous rush as I noted how he was ogling her body the same way he would do with me. Duane had promised that he had stopped his make-out sessions with Mom after our deal but now I wasn't sure... There definitely was some chemistry between the two of them!

'What if he's been lying to me?' I thought to myself, 'No... Duane may be a jerk, but he doesn't break his word... after all, he hadn't breathed a word of my own secret deal with anyone like he promised me.'

"I-I'm a bit tired; that's all Coach..." Duane said with an innocent smile as he noticed me staring at him, "Just been under a lot of stress about the finals, maybe I should take a break for the day?"

Mom raised her eyebrows sceptically but sighed and shook her head as she turned back to the rest of the team and continued the practice. And as Mom walked away, Duane signalled to me with a nod towards the equipment room and I blushed, knowing what he meant.

I shook my head in denial but a stern glare from Duane let me know that he was not taking 'no' for an answer. I sighed and nodded, glancing sideways at Mom who had turned away to help Wilson perfect one of his shots. So, making an excuse that I would be arranging some of the equipment, I followed him out of the court and into the empty equipment room in a rush.

"Let me have a look?" he ordered, grinning smugly as he pushed me against the wall.

"Can't you wait till after practice?" I asked in exasperation, but Duane just smirked and shook his head.

"I need my stress-buster, you saw how bad my game has gotten recently..." He chuckled, "Come on... Let's see 'em!"

I bit my lip as I looked up into his handsome face and knew that I had no choice but to do as he asked. So, reluctantly, I reached down and grabbed the bottom edge of my tank-top and began to slowly lift it up over my body.

He smiled with approval as his eyes fixed themselves on my full, perky tits as they came into view. Wearing a sexy lace pink bra that barely contained my boobs, I looked up at him shyly, blushing under his intense gaze.

"Yeah, that's what I needed..." He groaned as he reached over and brutishly cupped my breast through the flimsy fabric of my bra. "Fuck... your tits are so fucking hot!"

"Ahhhnnn..." I moaned as his strong hands groped me roughly, kneading my soft, firm tits through the bra, "W-We don't have time for this..."

"You say that, but you love it when I play with these..." he said confidently, pinching my nipples under my bra that made me whimper in response. "I know you do... Don't lie to yourself, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."

I just bit my lip and blushed, knowing that he was right; my pussy was getting wetter by the minute at his touch. Ever since I had given him an 'IN' by letting him grope me while I stroked his cock, he had been a bit bolder every session. And now it had reached the point where our sessions were now more about him pleasuring me than the other way around.

He smirked, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, as he leaned forward and began kissing my neck, making me moan loudly in pleasure. His strong musky scent was intoxicating as he kissed his way down to the top of my breasts before licking and nibbling at my sensitive skin.

"Duane... Please..." I whimpered as his hands slid back to my ass, hooking his fingers into my waist band and tugging my gym shorts down over my hips and down my thighs.

"We discussed this last time... you've seen me naked now! The least I could do is return the favour by showing more of yours..." He reminded me, grinning as my shorts slid all the way down to my ankles.

"You never play fair..." I breathed heavily as I stepped out of my shorts, clad only in my matching pink panties and bra. My eyes widened as I saw the huge bulge that was forming in Duane's pants.

"Mmmm... I know..." he grinned, stepping back and looking me up and down with an approving nod, "But neither do you. A banging body like that hidden under those boring uniforms!"

I blushed at the compliment, "Y-You're such a jerk..."

"And you're such a hot piece of white-ass," he retorted with a chuckle. And then before I could react, his big strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and set me down on top of the table nearby.

I gasped as my eyes met his eyes. The look of lust and hunger in his dark eyes told me exactly what was going to happen. Duane had a way about him that once I let him kiss me and let him have his way, there wasn't much I could say 'No' to. The strong Kayla, who should have kept him in check--like I had promised Mom I would--melted away as his strong hands reached up to grasp my face and pull me into a deep, passionate kiss.

His right hand reached around behind my head, sliding through my hair and pulling me closer as he devoured my mouth. I opened my lips for him and his tongue immediately slipped inside, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine as he ravaged me.

"Mmmmph..." I tried to moan but his lips were too busy claiming me to let anything escape, except a low whimper, that only seemed to spur him on even more. And when I felt his right hand squeeze my boob and his left hand at the inside of my thighs, I knew I was done for.

Just like yesterday, his fingers traced the line of my pink thong, teasing me, making me want him even more. Then his hand slid up over my panties, cupping my wet pussy through the thin material.

I had protested yesterday, unsuccessfully, when he had made his move for the first time, but today, I simply bit back a moan and spread my legs wider. My face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment as I remembered the mind-numbing orgasms he had given me yesterday... with just his fingers.

"Stop..." I whispered into his lips, only for show though.

"Why?" he replied as his hand slowly began rubbing my clit through the thin material of my panties. "Your pussy says otherwise..."

I whimpered and closed my eyes, giving into him, as his mouth moved to my neck, kissing and sucking at the soft skin. He nibbled at my ear lobe, his tongue flicking out to taste me, making me bite back a loud moan of pleasure.

"I want you so bad..." Duane whispered into my ears as I felt him caressing my pussy lips, "You're so fucking hot."

I wanted to protest, but all I could do was moan as he continued to work his magic on me, making my entire body tremble and quiver under his expert touch. I could feel the heat building up inside me, slowly reaching a boiling point as his fingers slid over my wet slit.

"This is so wrong..." I protested feebly, but he just smirked as he continued to tease and please me. "We need to get back out..."

"It wouldn't take so long if you just let me touch you properly," he reminded me as his finger began to rub my clit through my panties, "Just let me go down on you! You'll be cumming in seconds!"

I bit my lip and shook my head in denial. Duane had been begging me to take my lingerie off for the past few sessions and I knew if I did, then soon, it would only be a matter of time till he convinced me to do more!

"Mmmhhh..." I whimpered, unable to think properly and wanting to shut him up. I reached for his cock, pulling his shorts down and grasping his hard shaft in my hands, "J-just cum for me... Quickly..."

My fingers wrapped around his enormous black cock and began to pump it up and down as he pleasured me in turn. Our mutual masturbation sessions were the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Duane's dark, veiny shaft would throb against my soft white palm as I stroked him, feeling it pulse and twitch under my touch.

And in turn, Duane's expert fingers teased my clit through my panties. The sensations of his strong hands on me, rubbing and teasing my pussy was just too much for me.

I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth, my tongue pushing out towards him, like a slut!

"Kiss me..." I whispered as he leaned in, our tongues meeting in another passionate kiss as we both worked each other up. "Cum for me... Duane... Ohhh! Please... Do it!"

My dirty words were having an effect on him because I felt his huge black cock swelling even bigger in my hand and he groaned into the kiss.

"Ahhhh! F-Fuck, Kayla!" he grunted as he continued to finger me through my panties, "You're such a hot slut..."

"I'm... mmm... not a slut..." I whimpered but I knew that was a lie. What else could you call me if not a slut? I had a boyfriend, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, but here I was in this locker room, making out with another man, letting him grope and finger my pussy while I begged for his cum...

'Only till the championship...', My promise to myself echoed in my mind but it was becoming weaker and weaker with each session. I knew Duane had me wrapped around his fingers by now.

But all my worries and concerns were pushed from my mind at the moment as my mind reeled with how good he was making me feel. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning out as his fingers pushed harder against my clit.

"Does it feel good?" Duane asked, "Do you want more, you slut?"

"Ohhh God!" I whimpered, unable to stop myself as he worked me closer and closer to climax with every stroke.

"I'll stop if you don't tell me!" he said with an evil smirk as I bit my lip.

I looked at my bully, my fingers still gently stroking him off. He wouldn't... Would he!? But I couldn't risk it; not when I was so close!

"Please..." I whispered breathlessly as he slowed down, "Please... Please, don't stop..."

"Why? Do you like what I'm doing?" He asked as he slowed down even more, making me whimper with need.

"Y-Yes!" I whimpered finally. "I-It feels good..."

"What does?"

"Your hand..." I murmured, blushing, "The way you're... touching me."

"Say it!"

I bit back a moan of frustration but couldn't resist as I felt his huge black cock throbbing in my hand, "Your fingers on my... my pussy... It's going to make me... Ohhh please! It feels so good!"

And with those words, I felt his fingers rubbing harder against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. He pushed me back on the table, kissing me hard as his fingers worked my clit even faster and rougher, making me squirm and moan under him.

"Cum for me, slut..." he murmured against my lips. "Cum for me... Kayla! Cum for your boyfriend..."

It seemed so wrong and naughty and dirty, but I couldn't stop it. I was so close, my body trembling as I felt myself teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

"Cumming!" I whimpered as my mind went blank and the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I arched my back and pressed myself into him as my whole body shook with pleasure. It felt like I was floating, weightless and lost in ecstasy. My pussy clenched and spasmed around nothing, begging to be filled with something, anything...

But before I could recover, I felt Duane's strong hands grab me and push me down onto my knees in front of him. His huge black cock waved in front of my face, looking even bigger and thicker than before as he began fisting himself.

The thick veiny monster looked so hot with his pre-cum coated all over and I reached out with my hands, only for Duane to slap them away. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward, rubbing his dick over my face and smearing it with my lipstick.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered but I just stared up at him in shock, "Do it! I'm so close!"

Tom's smiling face flashed across my mind for a split second before it was replaced by Duane's hungry, lustful gaze. The musky smell of his sweat and pre-cum filled my senses as he pushed his cock inches from my lips. 'What would Tom say if he saw me like this?'

"Open wide, slut!" Duane growled as he slapped his huge hard dick across my lips. "Let me see that tongue."

And with a soft whimper, before I realized what was happening, the throbbing sensation in my pussy took over my thoughts and my mouth dropped open, my tongue pushing out obediently for my boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! Good girl!" He groaned as he slowly lowered his cockhead over my outstretched tongue, and I got the first taste of his black cock. "That's right... Fuck... That looks so fucking good..."

His cock was surprisingly hot and felt so heavy against my tongue! I looked up at him with big innocent eyes, trying to tell him that it was my first time and that I had no clue what to do.

"That's it... now open wider..." he grunted as he slowly thrust into my mouth, "... wider!" And I complied, my lips stretching wide around the thickness of his shaft, my mouth completely filling with his meat as his musky taste filled every corner of my mouth.

"Oh shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good!" he groaned out loud as he grabbed onto my long blonde hair and pulled me forward, forcing me to swallow even more of his thick shaft.

"Uhhhgggg... Mmmmmmph..." I gagged, my eyes watering as I felt his huge cock sliding deeper down my throat than I ever thought possible.

"You're such a hot little cock sucking slut, Kayla!" Duane growled as he began pumping his dick into my mouth. "You want all this black cock? You want to be my personal cock-slut?"

I couldn't answer with my mouth stuffed full of his cock, but my body answered for me, my pussy clenching with arousal at his words, my nipples hardening with need. My fingers found their way between my legs, and I couldn't help but start rubbing my clit again as he continued to use my mouth...

"You are a fucking good cock-slut! God! Tom, sure as hell, doesn't know how to handle you!" he moaned, thrusting faster and harder as he fucked my face. "You need a real man for that."

I just kept my eyes open, tears streaming down them as I tried my best not to choke on his dick. My fingers pushing me closer to a second orgasm within minutes of my first.

"Fuck... I'm close..." he growled as my tongue lapped around his thick shaft, licking up the pre cum and saliva that were dripping down his shaft.

And then he pulled out of my mouth with a wet 'pop'. I gasped for breath as Duane fisted himself furiously over my face, his thick, black cock throbbing and pulsing in his grasp.

"Keep your mouth open, slut! Open wide for me!" He grunted as he jerked off right above my lips, "Stick out your tongue, you slut! You're going to take all of this!"

I obeyed and stuck my tongue out and he let out a loud groan and exploded all over me!

I gasped as the first cum-shot, seemed to move in slow motion through the air, landing with a splatter across my lips. I opened my mouth instinctively, tasting the thick, salty spunk on my tongue.

"Uhhhhh!" Duane grunted again, shooting another spurt into my open mouth, then another and another.

My mouth was soon overflowing with his hot sticky cum. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It spilled out of my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my cleavage.

"F-fuck..." he groaned as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock onto my outstretched tongue with a content sigh, "Now that's what I've been missing!"

And just as he finished, my own orgasm hit me. With his hot, salty cum in my mouth and coating my face and tits, I shuddered through a powerful second climax. My fingers working feverishly at my clit, my pussy clenching around nothing as I moaned in pleasure.

When I was done, I looked up at him with a dazed expression, my lipstick smeared and his cum dripping down my cheeks when...

*CLICK*

I looked up in shock at Duane holding up his cell phone, pointing it straight at my face! He snapped another photo, this time holding it up over his head to have us both in frame, me with my cum-covered face and my slutty pink lingerie!

"Perfect..." he murmured with an evil smirk, "The slutty cum-stained look looks so good on you!"'

"Delete that!" I cried out in embarrassment as I stood up on shaking legs, only for him to hold the phone out of my reach. "It's not funny, Duane!"

"Hey... hey... it's just for my private collection. You can't blame a man for taking pictures of the hottest girl who's sucked his cock," he said, grinning smugly. "The championship game is this weekend. So, I need something to remember this by, till the next time..."

My heart was beating like a drum as I thought of what Tom would do if he found those pics! My parents! The school!

"P-please..." I whispered, panicked at what he would do with the photos.

"Relax, Kayla. You know you can trust me!" He smiled as he pulled up his shorts and began cleaning himself off. "Afterall, I've kept your little secret, haven't I? Why would I suddenly reveal it now?"

But I just pouted in frustration as he chuckled at the expression on my face, "Don't be mad... Here... how about we make another deal?"

"What?"

"After we win the championships... I'll delete the pics in front of you," he proposed with a smile, reaching out and scooping some cum off my tits which he smeared over my lips, "But in return, you suck my cock every single day, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."

I shuddered at his touch, unable to help myself as my tongue peeked out to taste his thick creamy cum. I blushed, knowing that this was all a part of Duane's plan but nodded meekly in agreement.

"Good girl... We'll make a good slut of you yet," he whispered as he reached out and squeezed my cum-stained bra with a chuckle, "Now get dressed! Your mother is probably wondering what happened to us!"

And before I could react, he had left me, standing in my lingerie, covered in his cum.

***

By the end of the week, despite my best intentions, it seemed I was addicted. If stroking off Duane had been exciting then spending an hour every day on my knees, in my lingerie, drooling and slurping on his thick meaty shaft seemed to send thrills throughout my body. The musky, masculine taste and scent of him filling my senses as I worshipped his black cock like the good little girlfriend!

I did pout and protest against it each day, but secretly, deep down inside, I was just going through the motions. Duane knew he had me wrapped around his big black shaft by now. He knew exactly how to turn me on, exactly how to make my knees buckle and my pussy drip with lust. And that's why even though I was dating the sweetest, nicest guy in school, I found myself on my knees every single day after school.

And in my defence, I did my best to snap out of it! Giving Tom his first blowjob the very next day; hoping that he would make me feel the same way that Duane could. I wanted to get addicted to Tom, to his small, four-inch cock. But it just didn't work.

The first time, he came within half-a-minute. And the second time, though he lasted a bit longer, it was nothing like with Duane. The third time however, he promised to last longer, I decided to fully give into it and go all out, just like Duane loved. I licked and sucked at his tiny white dick, using both hands to stroke him off as I slurped and bobbed my head on the first three inches.

"Mmm... Kayla..." Tom moaned, his hands pulling at my hair. "It feels so good!"

"Don't cum!" I begged, looking up at him as I slapped his tiny dick against my lips, "I need more... Please hold on just a bit longer!"

"I-I'm trying! Oh God! You're just too good!" He gasped out as he thrust his hips upwards, and I felt his balls contract as he came again, spraying his load all over my mouth and chin. I was disappointed by his short stamina but forced a smile on my face as I swallowed and cleaned up his cock, before kissing him.

"It's okay... You did well... Better than last time." I said with a smile as I got up to my feet and gave Tom a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, blushing, "It just feels too good when you do that."

I smiled and nodded in understanding. "Next time you'll do better."

We cuddled for a little bit after that before a message from Mom made me realize that I had to rush home.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You want to catch up for a movie after school tomorrow?" Tom said with a smile as I leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

"Actually, Mom needs Dad and me to buy her some equipment for the team after school. It's all the way downtown," I replied with an apologetic smile, "But I'll see if I can drop by after."

"Another team errand," Tom pouted, "You know you've been so busy ever since your Mom became coach..."

"Yeah, but she does need our help," I explained with a sigh. But I felt a bit guilty as I knew that he was right.

I looked at Tom and an idea popped into my head, "Hey... Why don't you come pick me up after Dad and I are done. I'll let him head back and you can pick me up. We can go out for dinner together! They've got some good places over there."

"Sure! That sounds great!" He said, as I smiled, glad that I was able to turn things around.

***

However, I was in for a surprise when I was left standing alone after Dad had left. Tom was supposed to have picked me up at 5 sharp and now he was nowhere to be found.

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.

I looked up at Duane with a smile, "Thanks! This was a really nice day, you know... You can be sweet when you aren't being obnoxious."

Duane laughed, shaking his head and I noticed a small bag in his hand which he hadn't shown me earlier.

"What's that?" I asked, curiously looking at it.

"Oh this..." He smiled, handing it to me, "It's my gift for you. I picked it out when you were in the fitting room."

I reached out to grab it, but he pulled away at the last moment, "But you only get to see it if you agree to model it for me once."

My heart skipped a beat at his words and my face flushed a little, "Duane! I can't go back in and have you come into the fitting room with me."

"I know that. But my house is close by and my dad is out of town this weekend... We could go over and have a quick look at it," he suggested, and I bit my lower lip nervously as I looked at his earnest expression.

I knew that this was dangerous. I could end the date now and get the photos deleted and be free of him. But, he HAD been a lot nicer than usual today, so maybe it was okay to indulge him for one last time together.

"Fine..." I said after thinking for a while, "But I'm not doing anything naughty. This is the last time!"

"Deal!" He smiled and handed the bag to me.

***

"Oh my GOD!" I muttered as I opened the bag and pulled out the lingerie, while standing in Duane's bathroom, "How does he find these things?"

"I'm waiting!" Duane called out from his room, and I blushed as I started taking my clothes off, folding them neatly on the side and then putting on the lingerie.

When I was ready, I opened the door and walked out, blushing nervously, as Duane looked me over, grinning at my barely-covered body.

"H-How do I look?" I asked, my heart racing as I blushed and glanced down at myself, not daring to look him in the eyes. The lingerie I was wearing was so scandalous that I felt naked even with it on!

He had picked out a pink slingshot lingerie; the type that was basically one-inch strips of lace running down over my bare nipples and disappearing down to my pussy, where the strings connected to another one that went up my ass crack.

The straps of the bikini felt impossibly thin against my body, almost weightless, yet somehow, they clung to me in all the right--and wrong--places. My areolas, which are quite big and about an inch and half wide, were barely hidden as they peeked through the lace. It also did little to hide my erect nipples poking through the fabric and my pussy lips which were just visible underneath the thin material.

And if that wasn't enough, Duane had gotten me white, pink stockings which pressed into my flesh and ended in sexy lace frills at the top.

"You look... perfect." Duane said with a grin as I walked towards the bed and blushed. I bit my lip as I stopped before him while he sat at the edge of the bed. I SHOULDN'T have worn this; but it was too late now...

"Turn around..." he said, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of my sexy body, "I wanna see the back..."

I did as he asked, turning around to show him my bare ass, with the small strap nestled right into my crack as it hugged my curvy waist. I felt him reach out and grasp my firm, tight ass cheeks and give them a squeeze. It felt so wrong, but he was touching me so gently that I didn't stop him.

"Mmmm..." I moaned as I felt his warm hands on my butt and felt his lips kissing the soft skin of my lower back.

'No...' My conscience warned me, 'If you don't stop him now... you know where this is going!'

I blushed and pulled away and turned around to face him, "That's enough! We had an agreement..."

"Yeah, about that. Why don't you sit here with me for a while, and we can talk about that." Duane said calmly, his voice a little more commanding as he patted the bed next to him.

I blushed and nodded slightly, and sat down beside him.

"We had a deal!" I reminded him firmly as he casually put his arm around my shoulder, reaching down so that his hand cupping breast, "You promised..."

"It's been an amazing day, right..." he replied, ignoring what I'd just said, gently caressing the underside of my boob, his thumb tracing circles on my nipple. I gasped and bit my lip as I felt my nipples hardening under the fabric and I looked away, embarrassed.

"You can't just ignore our agreement..." I muttered, pouting at his arrogance but he pulled my face up with his other hand to look at him and continued to fondle me.

"I'm not." He whispered as his eyes looked deep into mine, "But this last month has been the best month of my life, and I don't want it to end without being sure about what you want..."

I blushed as his fingers slowly caressed my soft tits, teasing me with his touch, as I felt my heart racing, 'God... I should stop him!'

"You have to agree that we have excellent chemistry..." He said, still looking at me with a serious expression as his finger circled around my nipple, which was precariously close to just sliding out from under the strap, "I mean, I've never had a girl make me cum the way you do. You know what I'm saying right?"

I knew exactly what he meant; even though I LOVED Tom, he had never been able to satisfy me the way Duane did... I had lost count of the number of times I had cum with his name on my lips. I blushed and said nothing as he kept talking, "Come on... I know you enjoy being with me too..."

"I love Tom. I always have..." I muttered weakly and bit my lip, trying to convince myself rather than him.

"Yeah, I know... He's a nice guy," he chuckled and pinched my nipple hard between his fingers. "And he's the one you want to marry someday. Everyone at school knows it. And I get it..."

As he said that, his fingers slid under the strap of the sexy lingerie. I gasped as I felt his warm fingers on my bare breasts for the first time, stroking and pinching my nipples. I moaned out loud at his touch and my breathing grew shallow as I felt my pussy throb and get wet. It felt SO good to be touched by him!

"D-duane..." I whispered, my eyes wide as saucers as I looked at his confident expression, "What are you..."

"But, I also know that if you really did love Tom, there would have been no way we would have ended up here," he continued in a soothing voice, as he leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, gently nibbling on my skin as he continued to play with my nipple, "You wouldn't be sitting here in my bedroom... wearing this sexy lingerie while I play with your naked tits."

I moaned, closing my eyes as I felt his hot breath against my neck as he kissed me. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he reached down with his other hand and started stroking my thighs. My legs trembled as I felt his hand move up and down between my legs, teasing my inner thighs and coming closer and closer to my pussy. I wanted him to touch me, to relieve the tension building up between my legs, but his fingers only grazed my pussy before travelling back down again.

"Duane... No..." I whimpered, biting my lips as he fondled me, "I LOVE TOM!"

Duane pulled away from me and looked at me curiously for a moment, before smiling, "How far have you gone with him? Has he ever seen you like this?"

I blushed, looking away embarrassed as I shook my head. Tom would never approve of something like this, he'd find it degrading for a girl to dress up so sluttily, "He's a good guy. Not a pervert like you..."

"Of course, he is..." Duane said with an amused chuckle as his finger teased the edge of the strap on my other nipple, threatening to slide it off of my areola any moment, "But he doesn't make you feel the way I do. Come on, Kayla... Be honest!"

"I don't know what you're talking about... You are a bully!" I whispered, "You bullied my mom first and then me. I'm only here to save her marriage..."

I didn't want to believe what he was saying. Tom WAS a good guy. He had always been! I loved him... and I didn't like Duane... He was nothing but an arrogant jerk...

He reached up with his left hand, pulled down the strap off my left tit, and leaned down to wrap his lips around my hard pink nipple. The sudden pleasure of his warm wet mouth sucking on my nipple caused me to gasp out loud, "Ohhhhhhh!"

"So, he's the good guy, the perfect boyfriend who hasn't fucked you yet?" Duane asked as he cupped my breast and lifted it up to his lips. I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure as his tongue teased the sensitive tip, "And I'm the bad bully who makes you do naughty things? The one who's been fucking your pussy with his fingers, making you cum like crazy every day for the last month..."

"He's a good guy..." I whispered breathlessly as Duane pleasured me, "He treats me with respect. Unlike you..."

"He's an idiot! If I were him, I'd be banging you every single day! Twice, three times, or more."

"Ahhh... Tom takes care of... ahhh... me..." I muttered, trying to hide my moans of pleasure hard as his dirty talk and lips turned me on even more, "You just take what you want..."

He stopped licking my nipples as he lifted his head up to look into my eyes, "That's BS. If you want to take care of a girl; you should fuck her every day! Besides, I also give WHAT YOU WANT!"

I gulped as I looked at his handsome face, my mouth hanging open from the way he was playing with my nipples; "Please... Stop... I said I love Tom... I'm not going to be your girlfriend... ahhh... anymore..."

"In that case, why don't you and I make a new deal?" Duane whispered with an arrogant smirk as he kissed my cheek, "With how much you've changed; I don't think you can be with Mr. We'll-wait-until-we're-married. You'll end up hating him and who knows how long your relationship will last."

"I don't care about any of this... Mmmm... I can control my urges!" I whimpered, biting my lip hard to stay in control, "I love Tom... I'll wait as long as I need to..."

"You know that it is not very healthy if you have to CONTROL your urges.," As he shifted his focus to my other breast, he said, "And I bet you can't control your urges! You'll have to prove it!" He said that with a grin, egging me on.

"Prove it... ahhh... how?" I moaned out loudly, my legs trembling as he kept teasing my skin with his fingers all over my breasts and thighs. Every time his hand got close to my pussy, I felt like I was going to explode.

"I'll delete those pictures right now... But you first show me that you can control your urges." He offered with another smug grin, "Let me tease you for half an hour. If you cum, you'll be my personal slut for the day and do whatever I ask you to..."

"And if I don't..." I asked breathlessly, trying hard to keep my head straight.

'Why am I even considering this? I can just walk away! I don't need to prove myself to him!'

"If you can prove that Tom is your one true love and resist for half an hour..." he smirked as he pulled back and took off his shirt, showing me his sexy ripped body, his dark, black skin looking amazing with his tight abs and muscular chest, "then you go back to your perfect little relationship with your perfect little boyfriend and never have to see me again..."

Duane grinned confidently as he saw me licking my lips as I stared at his body while he took off his pants, leaving only his boxers with his monster cock making a large tent in them. My mouth watered and I wanted so bad to wrap my lips around it again...

But more than that, I reasoned, 'This way I can prove just how much I love Tom...'

"It's a deal..." I muttered shyly as I looked up at his deep dark eyes. There was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of winning...

***

20 minutes later...

"Ahhh..." "Ahhnnnn" "Mmmmmm" "Ohhhh God!"

My moans of pleasure echoed through Duane's bedroom as my body writhed in ecstasy. The arrogant, black bully was sitting on the edge of the bed with me straddling his thighs, my back resting against his chest and my legs hooked outside his, so that I was spread out lewdly facing his bedroom mirror.

He had pushed the straps of the lingerie to the side, exposing my boobs to his groping hands, while he licked and sucked on my exposed neck with his mouth. His other hand was between my legs, teasing me with his long, thick fingers.

'Ahhh... Fuck... Ohhhhhh...' I thought as he rubbed two fingers up and down my pussy lips, thankfully still covered with the thin strip of cloth. Duane was taking his time to pleasure me, using his experience to tease me in all the right places. I could feel the heat radiating from my body, the sweat trickling down my skin as my heart raced and I fought hard to stay in control.

"Are you enjoying this, Kayla?" he whispered in my ear.

"N-Noooo..." I whimpered, closing my eyes shut, "Ahhhhhh..."

"Ooohhh... but your nipples are so hard. What's going on?" he teased as his finger gently squeezed my nipple into my areola; just for it to pop right back up again.

I moaned out loud as he rubbed me ever so gently, teasing my sensitive tits while I bit my lips, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good this felt. I could see the lust in my own face as I watched myself get pleasured in the mirror. My body was a mess, sweating and twitching in pleasure from the way he touched me.

"Are you sure you don't feel a thing?" he asked with a smirk as he continued to rub his fingers slowly up and down against the wet strip covering my pussy, "That's strange... because your little pussy looks really wet!"

"I... Mmmmmm... I don't feel anything!" I muttered weakly in response, breathing hard, trying to control myself as I felt his fingers grazing against my clit. My head was spinning; every second I sat here, I was losing my resolve to resist him.

"Hmmm... I thought you'd be turned on..." he teased.

'Why am I...' I thought, losing track of all my thoughts as he pinched my nipple and rubbed his index finger gently against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"What's this stain on your lingerie?" Duane asked with a knowing grin as he hooked the thin strap under his forefinger and lifted it off, making the lingerie dig even deeper into my dripping wet pussy lips.

"N-Nothing... It's just..." I whimpered, moaning out loud as he pulled the fabric up against my pussy and then let it go. The strip slapped back between my legs and the sudden stimulation had me arching my back and trembling as I felt myself getting close to cumming.

"Maybe I need to check properly..." he muttered with a serious tone, hooking his finger under the strap again.

"Ohhhhh God..." I moaned, feeling my wetness seeping onto the thin fabric as he pulled the material to the side. "Don't... look... any further..."

"Haa..." "Ahhh..." "Ahh..."

I moaned as Duane slipped the fabric to the side, exposing my shaved pussy and my wet, pink lips to him. He slowly rubbed his index finger between my pussy lips, causing me to shudder and whimper in pleasure.

"What's this? You're dripping!" he teased as his finger gently grazed against my sensitive clit, making me gasp in pleasure. His touch felt so good, and I wanted more of it, "It seems your little pussy is lying!"

"Please..." I begged breathlessly as he rubbed his wet fingers against my nipples, "Stop... I don't want this..."

"It's time to be honest to yourself, Kayla... I want to see you cum for me..." he said, kissing my lips from the side and before I could realize what he was doing; his two thick, dark fingers were deep inside my pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" My eyes went wide, and my body tensed up in shock as Duane plunged his fingers deep into my hot, wet pussy, and within seconds, I was moaning and writhing on top of him as I came hard. It took only a few seconds of his fingers rubbing against my clit as he plunged them deep in me for me to lose control completely.

As waves and waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, I felt my pussy tightening and releasing around his fingers. I felt like I had been struck by lightning; every fibre of my being seemed to tingle and I couldn't hold back any longer. I screamed out, my body shaking and trembling with uncontrollable pleasure, my juices squirting out all over his hand and legs as I thrashed and twisted on top of him.

"Ohhhhh my God!" I moaned out loud, as my body finally collapsed back against his muscular chest, my legs and arms numb from the intensity of my orgasm. "Ahhh... Ahh... Ahh... Mmmm..."

"Did you enjoy that?" Duane's voice whispered in my ear as I came down from my high.

"I... I... Ahh..." I mumbled weakly, looking up at him over my shoulder. I was still in shock at how good he had made me feel, "That was... Ohhh God..."

Duane smiled with amusement as his hands slid down from my neck to my collar bone, tracing my soft curves with his fingers. I bit my lip, confused about what was happening; I just couldn't believe how good it felt.

"I-I don't know... I think so... I guess..." I whispered as he pinched my chin softly and made me get up and straddle him so that we were face to face. His lips were just an inch away from mine and I blushed hard as he spoke, "Looks like I won our bet...'

I followed his gaze down and realized that he had slipped his hand inside the front of his boxers, exposing his huge black cock which was now resting against my pussy.

"I love... Tom!" I said shakily but suddenly the words didn't seem as convincing as before, especially as he rubbed his shaft up against my dripping wet pussy.

"You don't sound so sure anymore..." he chuckled as his cock grazed against my clit, sending shivers of lust through my body. "I promised that I wouldn't force you ever, so you can walk away unsatisfied if you really want to..."

I whimpered as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spanking me lightly and making me grind against his cock. I knew that I could say no and stop this at any moment, but my mind was overwhelmed with desire, 'If only Tom had not been such a prude earlier... If only he had made me cum...'

"It will feel so much better than anything you've felt before..." he whispered against my lips as his shaft pressed against my pussy lips, "Just be my slut for today... It's just one day..."

"We can't... ahhh... It's not safe..." I lied as I felt him rub the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit, "I'm not... on the pill... and today's... ohhh... my... Ahhhh..."

"I thought you might say something like that..." He interrupted me, grinning widely, "So I got these!"

He held up a strip of condoms and tore off one with his teeth. I watched in horror as he ripped it open with his fingers and unrolled the rubber along the length of his cock. It didn't help make it seem any more imposing as the black rubber made it look more intimidating than ever.

"Tell me what you want..." he whispered.

I bit my lip as I looked at him, those handsome, dark features staring back at me with a knowing smirk. His warm hands were on my ass, holding me firmly in place as he rubbed his thick cock head against my pussy lips, teasing me.

"Y-yes...."

***

I blushed a deep red as I lay on his bed, with my legs spread wide for Duane. He had practically ripped the lingerie off my body in his excitement and now I was completely naked. My face turned a deeper shade of crimson as he crawled on top of me with a grin.

His muscular body towered over me, caging me under him as I felt him rubbing the tip of his cock up against my pussy.

I braced myself for him but rather than pushing it in, he began gently stroking that monster cock of his against my wet, swollen lips. Causing me to arch my back in pleasure as his cock teased my clit. He continued teasing me, using that big cock to stimulate me even more. Until I was writhing on the bed beneath him, moaning as I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, again, and he wasn't even inside me yet!

"Please... Mmmmm... Stop... teasing... Ahhh..." I begged breathlessly as he rubbed me between the legs, "Don't... Ahhh... make me... ahhhhh..."

"Tell me what you want..."

"I want... I want..." I started to beg but I hesitated, biting my lips hard as I tried to resist the pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't give in; I couldn't beg him to fuck me!

"It's going to feel ten times as good as what we just did..." He promised as he leaned in close, "I'm gonna make you cum better and harder than you've ever had in your entire life. You'll want it every day, Kayla! Trust me..."

I gasped as his words hit my ears, my mind racing as I imagined him taking me, filling me up with his big cock, making me moan out loud as I came over and over again. The idea of letting him fuck me was so wrong but felt so right at the same time. I didn't know it then but our very first kiss had been leading up to this moment all along.

"I want... I want you... ahhhhh... inside me..." I finally begged, giving in completely to him. "Please... Duane..."

"Good girl..." he whispered and before I could say another word, he slowly pushed his cock into me.

"AHHHHH!!!" I cried out as I felt his huge, thick cock penetrate my tight pussy, stretching me out wide as he forced it all the way up inside me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I looked up at him, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream. It hurt but the pleasure overwhelmed any pain I might have felt, and I could feel myself cumming already.

"Oh God! OH Fuck!" I cried out, trembling in pleasure as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him as he came to a stop after impaling me, "You're so big!"

He reached out and ruffled my hair, "I'm going to start moving now."

"Wait... ahhhh..." I moaned, still trying to adjust to his size but before I could say anything else, Duane began to slowly move back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy at a painfully slow pace. I mouthed wordlessly as I looked down to see his huge black cock sliding in, my pussy lips clinging to it with each stroke. I could see a slick layer of pre-cum and my own juices covering his shaft and each thrust stretched me wider than before.

"Are you still okay?" he asked with a smirk as he started thrusting faster.

"Y-Yes... Ahhhh..." I whimpered, unable to form any coherent sentence as he continued his rhythm of slow fucking. My body quivered beneath him; my tits shaking and bouncing as his cock drove into me.

"I gave you plenty of foreplay so your pussy is as slick as it can be... Ahhh... but it's still a little tight though..." he groaned, "We're going to have to train it better."

"AHHH! OH God!" I moaned as he increased his pace.

"You're enjoying this too... aren't you?" Duane whispered, looking down at me with a knowing look on his face, "Don't lie to yourself. Let go and let yourself enjoy it!"

I couldn't deny the truth of that statement. The pleasure was overwhelming, it felt so damn good. But the good girl in me was still trying to put up a feeble resistance, "That's... ahhh... not... ahhh... true..."

He leaned in and licked my lips with a smirk as I said those words, "You've still got some spunk left inside you... Good! I like a challenge..."

"Oh fuck..." I cried out as I felt his pace increasing to a much faster speed, causing my whole body to bounce up and down from the force of his thrusts. My pussy was so wet that I could hear squelching sounds every time he drove himself into me and the pleasure was driving me insane.

"You feel amazing... Ahhh..." He groaned as he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper inside me.

"Ahhhh...." I let out a scream as I came again, my body shaking uncontrollably as I felt him pounding away at me.

"Hmmm... Your body is so honest... It shows your true feelings!" Duane moaned with pleasure as he continued pounding into me, "I bet you're gonna be addicted to this cock!"

"Fuck! Noooooo! Ohhhhhh!!" I moaned as I came yet again, my whole body trembling in pleasure as I clung to him desperately.

"I'm gonna cum soon..." he grunted, thrusting deep inside me, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Ohhhh... Ahhhh... I don't... care... Just... ahhh..." I moaned as he drove into me, 'He feels so fucking good!'

"Answer me," he growled as he slammed into me again, his voice low and menacing.

"Ahhhhh... Inside me... Please!" I cried out without hesitation. His voice was so commanding that I couldn't help myself, "Cum... inside... Ahhhh!"

"HAAAAAAHH!!!" he shouted as his hips slammed into mine and I felt the condom fill up inside me. My whole body shuddered in response, my legs clamping tightly around his waist as I came too, feeling his cock twitching in pleasure deep within my pussy. It seemed like he kept on cumming for ages as I lay there under him, panting breathlessly.

Then after a minute, he pulled out of me with a wet plop. I whimpered as I saw his condom covered cock, a round bubble of his cum hanging off the edge obscenely. My mouth watered at the thought of all that cum being wasted and as if reading my mind, Duane scootched over until he was kneeling behind my face.

He raised me up until I was sitting up with my face just below his cock. My nose inhaling the mixture of masculine scent and my own juices. My mouth hung open with my tongue outstretched inches away from his cock as it stroked my cheek. My boobs were sweaty with exertion and trembled as my body shivered in lust.

"Oh fuck... that felt so good, Kayla! I came so much," he moaned, stroking himself one last time, "You're the best!"

I didn't reply as I watched the tip of his cock, staring lustfully at the cum-filled rubber hanging off of it. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by this, but I couldn't take my eyes off it, my heart racing as I stared at the obscene hanging bubble filled with his hot, white cum. And unlike our other sessions, it didn't seem like Duane was getting any softer today.

"Hey... don't slack off now." Duane joked as he reached down and pulled my chin up to look at him with a cocky grin on his face, "Clean it up for me... There's no way I'm finishing with just one shot on our first time..."

And as I leaned over and began licking my pussy juices off his black shaft and the base of the condom, one thought popped into my mind which made me whimper in shame.

'I'm so so sorry, Tom!'

***

Meanwhile at Kayla's house...

I knocked at the door and took a step back as Coach Avy, Kayla's mom opened the door. I blushed as I glanced at Mrs. Scott's thin summer dress. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a bun and she looked really pretty.

She gave me a warm smile and said, "Hi Tom, what are you doing here?"

"Err... Kayla is sort of mad at me and I thought I would get her some flowers," I replied nervously, "She told me not to come by today... but I was wondering if you could give them to her for me."

"Oh, they're so beautiful! And she loves lilies..." Mrs. Scott took them and admired them before turning to me with a sigh, "But unfortunately, she hasn't been home all day... She might be out with her friends or something."

"Oh. With Karlee?" I asked curiously. Kayla didn't really have any other friends who she would hang out with on weekends.

"Maybe... but she said that she might be late..." Mrs. Scott muttered, "I just hope she has had something to eat! You know how she misses a meal sometimes when she's having fun..."

***

Back at Duane's...

I turned my head facing up with my mouth hanging wide open as Duane slowly rolled the condom off his still-hard cock and positioned it above my face. I blushed in embarrassment and also arousal at the slutty position he made me take, kneeling on the bed with my knees bent and spread out and my hands cupping my boobs and pressing them together.

"Open wide..." He said teasingly as he held the condom above my lips. I moaned as he turned it over and his cum flowed out of the condom into my waiting mouth. I gasped and gulped down the first thick load, but then more of it spilled out of the rubber before I finished swallowing it.

"Ooooooooh!!!" I moaned out loud as thick ropes of cum splattered on my face and dripped off my chin and onto my cleavage. I couldn't believe how much he had cum, and I struggled to swallow as much of it as I could.

"You look like a slutty mess... Better clean it up properly!" he chuckled as his cum dripped down my neck and onto my tits. He then took the condom and wiped it across my lips before dropping it on the bed beside me.

I looked up at him with a pout, "You made a mess! Not me!"

"You can complain later," Duane said teasingly as he grabbed hold of his still-hard cock and pointed it right at me, "Now be a good girl and clean up."

I moaned and nodded my head obediently before reaching out and grabbing his thick shaft. My fingers barely reached around its girth as I began stroking it up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of his warm hardness in my hand. Then as he watched, I leaned in and stuck out my tongue to lick the base of his cock, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own pussy juices before wrapping my mouth around his black shaft.

He groaned in pleasure as my lips slid down over his cock, my tongue lapping around him as I began slurping it into my mouth. I had been sucking him off for a week and by now, I was an expert on what he enjoyed.

"Damn that's good... Ahhh..." Duane grunted as I licked and slurped all along his shaft, sucking up every trace of our fluids, "You've gotten really good at this!"

"Shut up..." I mumbled with the tip of his cock still in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it and teasing the tip, "Do you always have to tease me?"

"I can't help it. You look so sexy when you get all stubborn!" he replied smugly, "It's just something I can't resist about you..."

I blushed and said nothing else as I continued to suck on his cock, enjoying the taste of our combined juices. The mixture of guilt and lust pushed me to go even farther and I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft faster, taking him as deep as I possibly could. I couldn't get the last few inches into my mouth without gagging but I was determined to try.

"Suck it faster! Make me hard again." He moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair, "I want to fuck you so bad!"

I nodded and increased my pace, using both my hands and mouth to make him as hard as he could be. And within minutes, I felt the pressure build up inside him again and it swelled up back to size, my pussy tingled and got wet in anticipation of being fucked by this huge beast again!

"That's enough..." he said after a minute and pulled away from me, "Get on all fours now!"

I whimpered as I obeyed his command, getting down onto all fours in front of him with my ass pointed straight back at him. He stood behind me and reached down, running his fingers along my wet slit before pushing two of them into my pussy. It was like a switch had been flipped in me; all my previous reluctance had been completely erased by that first orgasm, and I pushed back into his hand eagerly as he fingered me.

"Such an obedient little slut..." He whispered, rubbing my ass with his other hand as he continued to work me over, "I can't believe you were still a virgin a few hours ago!"

"Shut up Duane... We're just doing this today. Like I promised," I replied, trying to keep a straight face even as I moaned and panted from his touch.

"Yeah... yeah... I know..." he chuckled as he tore off another condom from the strip on the bed and put it on, "But I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of this!"

I gasped as I felt his cock slide between my legs again and he placed his hands firmly on my bubble butt. This time I was ready for it and Duane too decided to extend my pleasure as he slowly pushed himself into me inch by inch instead of slamming himself deep inside in one stroke as he had done before.

"Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh!" I moaned loudly as I felt his huge cock stretching my tight pussy out again. He kept on pushing until he was all the way inside me, and I could feel his heavy balls against my pussy lips and I moaned out loud "So... fucking... big!"

"You're not so innocent anymore, are you?" He asked with a grin as he pulled back and then drove his cock back into me, causing me to arch my back in response.

"Shut up... Mmmm... Ahhhhh! and Fuck me!" I whimpered as he started to pound away at my pussy. My body rocked back and forth with every thrust, my tits bouncing wildly with every move. It felt like I was being split open by his huge cock, but I couldn't help myself but love it!

"Ahhh fuck Kayla... your pussy pulls my cock in like a vice!" He groaned as he slammed himself even harder into me, "It's like our bodies were made for each other... You should dump Tom and be my girlfriend!"

"N-No! You're just... ahhhhh..." I tried to deny him, but he slapped my ass hard, making me cry out loud in pleasure.

"Come on... say yes and I'll make you feel this good every fucking day!" He said as his hands reached underneath and began groping my boobs, squeezing them tightly as he continued fucking me.

"Ahhhh! Oh God!" I moaned out as I felt his fingers pinching my nipples; the pleasure was so intense that my mind went blank.

"Good, tighten your pussy..." Duane groaned as he continued slamming into me, "Take out your tongue..."

I obeyed and stuck out my tongue as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head sideways. I whimpered as I looked at him with a slutty face, drooling slightly from having my mouth open for so long as he leaned in for a long sloppy kiss.

'This is so wrong... I shouldn't be enjoying this so much...' I thought, moaning into his mouth but at the same time, I was lost completely in the moment, not caring anymore about right or wrong.

After a minute of kissing me, he pulled back and started to really pound into me. I cried out loud as I felt every thrust hit all the way to my womb.

"Mmmmh, oh God... Oh God... OH GOD!!!" I moaned, his hands gripping my curvy hips tightly while I buried my face into the pillow.

My entire body trembled with pleasure, pleasure that I'd never felt before, as my pussy was stretched to accommodate his massive girth, and my mind went blank with ecstasy.

"That's it. Take that dick," he grunted, pounding me faster and harder. "I knew you were hungry for this. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes isn't so innocent now, huh?"

I wanted to smack that smug smirk off his face but God! Despite each fibre of my being wanting to hate this so much, I couldn't deny how fucking good it felt. But I couldn't well admit that to him.

I lifted my head slightly off the bed and turned around to glare at him, "In.. Mmmm.... Your dreams... Aaaahhh"

"Keep telling yourself that princess. But, looks to me like my big black cock's got you addicted already. Your pussy's milking me like it doesn't want to let me go?" He teased, slapping my ass as I cried out.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face flashed across my screen as my phone lit up, inches away from my face. I quickly swiped ignore, blushing in embarrassment as Duane snickered.

"Aww... What's wrong? Worried your boyfriend will find out you're a nasty slut who craves chocolate?"

"S-Shut up... Ahhh... Mmm... I- I love Tom and I'm not a slut. I'm only... oh fuck... I'm only doing this to protect my mom!" I stammered.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face popped back up on my screen but before I could swipe ignore; Duane's voice interrupted me, "Answer it."

"What? No. I can't..." I began but before I could protest anymore, he had snatched my phone away and pressed answer.

He put it on speaker and dropped it near my face on the bed as Tom's gentle voice called out to me, "Hey Kayla... Are you there?"

I bit my lip to muffle my moans and bent down to the phone with Duane still fucking me from behind, "H-hey T-Tom..."

Duane slowed down his thrusts and slapped my ass teasingly. I glared back at him and mouthed a 'Stop it' before turning back around.

"Were you busy? I hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Tom asked nervously, imagining that I was still mad at him. If he only knew...

"Y-yeah... Mmm... Sure! N-not at all... what do you want..." I moaned as Duane pushed himself deep into me before pulling back and repeating it over and over. The bastard was toying with me and enjoying this!

"I just wanted to apologize... you know... for not agreeing yesterday..." Tom replied sincerely, "And I got you some flowers... Lillies... I dropped them off, but you weren't home..."

'Oh Tom...' I felt my heart break as he apologized and the guilt came rushing back, "That's really sweet of you, Tom... I- I am really s-sorry too..."

"I'll be waiting by your home later tonight so that I can apologize in person," Tom continued, "When will you be back?"

I was trying to keep myself together and failing miserably as my boyfriend spoke on the other side, unaware that I was getting the fuck of my life at the moment. I could feel tears stinging my eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed me, "Mmm... I... I ahhhh.... won't be home until late tonight..."

"That's fine... I'll wait. Give me a call when you are back." he replied without hesitation, "I just want to make it up to you."

I whimpered as Duane sped up his thrusts again and I couldn't hold back any longer, "Tom, I- I have to go now... Bye..."

"Love yo..." I didn't wait for him to finish as I hit the end call and let out an animalistic scream, "Ohhhhh God! Duane! Ohhhhhh fuck!!"

"Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot... Ahhhh... But this is fun..." He groaned, pulling my hair back and tilting my head upwards, "I'm going to fuck you till I make you mine..."

"Open up..." Duane ordered as he rubbed his thumb on my lips. I opened my mouth obediently and moaned as he leaned forward pinching my chin as he stuck out his tongue and oozed his saliva onto it. My pussy clenched hard at this brutish display of dominance and my body went into overdrive. I arched my back and pushed my ass even harder against his cock.

"You liked that?" he whispered, his voice low and rough in my ears.

I nodded, unable to speak as I felt his cock throb inside me, feeling that he was close to cumming too. He began slamming himself harder than ever into my pussy now, causing me to let out a long, drawn-out moan.

"You're mine... my little slutty girlfriend..." He whispered, pulling my head back and kissing the side of my face, "Say it... tell me you're all mine... it's only for today right..."

"I-I am y-yours... oh God!" I moaned out loud, not caring about anything other than my own pleasure and his.

"Again... Say it louder..." He ordered, spanking me again.

I cried out, my mind going blank as I came, "I'm your slutty girlfriend!!"

He growled, "Good girl. Here's... uhhh... your reward! Ahhh..."

Duane grunted loudly as he exploded into the condom, filling it up with another load of cum. And finally, after enduring this intense fucking for what seemed like hours; I let myself go too, screaming in delight as I came with him again, "OH FUCK!! OH GOD!! I'M CUMMING!!!"

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Two hours later...

*Ring* *Ring*

"Hi Tom..." I whispered as Duane held the phone up to my ear, while I straddled his cock on his lap. After a brief break for an hour, we had begun our 'sessions' again and our third round was currently in progress with me bouncing up and down on his lap as he kissed my neck.

"Hey Baby! Where are you? I've been waiting by your house for ages," Tom replied innocently as I bit my lip to muffle my moans and hold back from cumming again. My body was sore, and my pussy was dripping with his juices, yet this monster of a cock still seemed to have the stamina to fuck me again and again and again.

"I-I decided to stay over at Karlee's house..." I stuttered, "It's just that I'm having such... ahhh... an amazing time... Mmm..."

Duane chuckled and whispered teasingly as he groped my tits and teased my nipples, "Amazing time... indeed..."

I scowled and covered his mouth with one hand before continuing, "Mmmm... so much fun... I think... I think... ohhh fuck... it's going to be a long night!"

Duane swatted my hand while grinning evilly and suddenly pulled me in close as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting himself deep inside me again. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I bit my lips hard to hold back from screaming in pleasure, "Mmmm... Haa... Tommmm..."

"Okay baby... I'll come over in the afternoon tomorrow. We can talk things out!" he replied, "You'll be back by then right?"

"T-Tomorrow afternoon..." I bit my lip and looked into Duane's eyes.

But he just grinned, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "It's your call..."

I pouted and blushed hard, not sure what the hell was going on in my mind but I knew one thing. If this was the last time I was going to be with Duane, I didn't want it to end so soon...

"I-I think I'm going to be staying over at Karlee's for the whole weekend." I moaned as Duane gave me a knowing grin and leaned in to kiss me, "I need... Mmmmm... I need this so bad... OH YESS!"

"Oh ok. Sure Kayla... I'll catch you on Monday then..." his disappointed voice came from the other side, "I love you..."

"Me too..." I moaned as I bounced my ass on top of Duane one last time and came hard, whimpering in pleasure. 'I love you so much... ohhh... you have no idea...'

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Author's Note: Folks who liked this story should read it's companion story which charts out Avy's journey : The Substitute Coach. I will be publishing future chapters for both series in tandem as they overlap and happen during the same time. Any feedback on the story and future suggestions are welcome as always