MUMUS: Playing With Fire
I've been trying to post this story on ff.net for last four hours and it's not letting me... oh well, I'll keep try until it lets me. But here is the newest story.
Requested By: bomchickawahwahx3 @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Gabriella
Rating: M
Quote: ""Who would've known that basketball could turn out to be such a naughty sport?""
Setting/Event: Gabriella is starting to fail gym class, and she's desperate for someone to help her get at least an A. & That's when Troy comes in.
Random stuff:
- Troy can be checking her out or something while she shoots hoops
Chad was going to kill him. Troy just knew it. He would be dead if Chad ever found out that Troy had broken the most important rule of bro code: sisters were off limits. Troy knew that the fact that Chad and Gabriella weren’t actually related wouldn’t save him because Chad and Gabriella were so close they considered themselves siblings.
“Who would’ve known that basketball could turn out to be such a naughty sport?” Gabriella purred as sat up and rested her chin on his bare shoulder. “And I never would have guessed that wrestling mats were so soft.”
He was dead. So dead.
He should have said no and hung up the other day when she had called him on the phone:
“I need help,” she said.
“With what?”
“I- I’m failing PE.” He pictured her biting her lower lip and trying not to cry.
“And you want me to help you how?”
“I need you to tutor me.”
“Isn’t that Chad’s job?” The thought of him tutoring one of the smartest girls in school was ironic given his high C low B average.
“Chad declared me a lost cause after twenty minutes,” Gabriella stated. “But I’m desperate, Troy, and you’re my last hope.”
That’s when he should have said no and goodnight, but he hadn’t. Instead, he had agreed to meet her at the gym the next evening.
In retrospect, they should have just made plans to practice at his house after school, not after hours at East High, which, as he had explained to her, was the perk of being the son of the basketball coach and, thus, having his own key.
The first night, last night, had been eye opening for Troy. It hadn’t taken long for them to determine that the only sport she could sort of handle was basketball and even then it was because she compared it to geometry and memorized her angles. They had gone over the basics and made plans to meet up again the next night.
He had been impressed, tonight, when he had watched her warming up. He could tell she had practiced what they had gone over the night before and while that didn’t surprise him, he couldn’t help but wonder when she had found the time.
It was after she had made five free-throw shots in a row that he decided it was time to add the element of competition:
“How about a game of Horse?” He suggested.
“No way,” she shook her head. “You’d win hands down.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Troy, you’re the best player on the basketball team,” she pointed out. “And, until last night, I couldn’t shoot a basket.”
“Are you saying you’re chicken?”
“No, I’m just being realistic,” she retorted. “I’d have to play naked to win.”
That had been the spark that had started the blaze in his head that had clouded his thinking. It had taken only seconds for the idea to reach his brain, drop to his manhood and come out his mouth: “How about we play strip horse?”
“Strip horse?” She cocked an eye brow.
“It would be like horse, just instead of getting a letter, you have to lose an article of clothing.”
“You want to play strip basketball in the main gym?”
“We could go into the work out room behind the gym.”
He really wished she had said no, called him a pervert or slapped him, but she had said ok and he led her into the work out room that a quarter of a wrestling mat laid out in one corner, a couple exercise bikes in another and a basketball hoop.
He had let her start and had let her control the level of play until she had made an impossible, are-you-shitting-me basket that he hadn’t been able to duplicate, which had cost him his shoes. He stepped up his game, and like she had predicted earlier, the game started to lean in his favor. She lost her shoes on a slam dunk, lost her socks on a left side three-pointer and lost her shirt on a right side three-pointer.
His eyes had been drawn to her as she pulled the black shirt she had been wearing over her head, revealing a grey bra that hugged her breasts. She had smiled at him after tossing her shirt aside and he swore she stuck her chest out slightly as if trying to screw with his mind.
It worked and he found himself losing his socks and shirt on two consecutive shots. When he finally got the ball back, he shook off his nerves, and the swelling of his manhood, trying to get his head in the game.
His focus was successful and he forced himself to look away as she took off her black yoga pants and tossed them onto her shirt. They were tied now, both with just two remaining articles of clothing. He took his shot, got it then silently prayed that she would miss her shot. She did and he couldn’t help but watch as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.
He lined up to take his shot, but just before he was going to take it, she moved into his line of vision and he air balled. She grabbed the ball and took her shot then, as he was getting ready to take his, she looked down at her breasts and brushed them off with her hands, he air balled again and lost his shorts.
With his basketball shorts thrown to the side, he only had his boxers to hide his swelling manhood from her eyes.
He caught her eyes go from his manhood to his face then watched in surprise as she walked to the other end of the easily half-court size workout room. She took her shot, missing it by mere inches. Her eyes caught his and seemingly dared him to try the shot. He took her dare and made the shot.
“You win,” she whispered in a husky voice. She slowly pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Here’s your prize.”
He stared at her, unsure if she was talking about the panties in her hand or herself. He and his throbbing manhood hoped it was the latter.
Taking a gamble, he invaded the space between them and pressed his lips against hers. He groaned against her lip when he felt her naked body melt around his nearly naked one.
“I want you, Troy,” she said after pulling away.
“I- I don’t have protection,” he said, flustered.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Ok, let’s get -”
“I want you now, Troy, right here.”
To show she was serious, she took a step back then sat down on the wrestling mat. He took a second to drop his boxers, then knelt and captured her lips with his again. He laid her back on the mat and continued kissing her as his hand found her womanhood and her hand found his manhood.
He brought her to a climax with his fingers then slid his manhood into her. He moved his body above her, using his arms to support his weight. She cried out his name as he brought her to another climax and he came shortly after.
It hadn’t been until he was laying on the mat beside her staring up at the ceiling that he remembered Chad and the bro code. He had sat up and dropped his head into his hands. Now her head was on his shoulder.
“Chad can’t find out about this,” he stated. “He’d kill me if he found out.”
“He’d kill me too,” she stated. “But it’s not like we planned for this to happen. It just did.”
“True.”
“But to be perfectly honest, I liked it.”
That took him by surprise, but he knew what she meant because he had enjoyed it as well.
“And I wouldn’t mind if we did it again,” she added.
“We’d be playing with fire.”
“I know, but I think it would be worth it. Don’t you?”
He did and it scared him, because if there was one thing he knew about playing with fire, it was that sooner or later someone got burned. And by someone, he meant himself. And by burned, he meant killed by Chad.
He glanced at her smiling brown eyes and was convinced: he was a dead man moonlighting for a secret lover.
Chad was definitely going to kill him.
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Requested By: bomchickawahwahx3 @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Gabriella
Rating: M
Quote: ""Who would've known that basketball could turn out to be such a naughty sport?""
Setting/Event: Gabriella is starting to fail gym class, and she's desperate for someone to help her get at least an A. & That's when Troy comes in.
Random stuff:
- Troy can be checking her out or something while she shoots hoops
Chad was going to kill him. Troy just knew it. He would be dead if Chad ever found out that Troy had broken the most important rule of bro code: sisters were off limits. Troy knew that the fact that Chad and Gabriella weren’t actually related wouldn’t save him because Chad and Gabriella were so close they considered themselves siblings.
“Who would’ve known that basketball could turn out to be such a naughty sport?” Gabriella purred as sat up and rested her chin on his bare shoulder. “And I never would have guessed that wrestling mats were so soft.”
He was dead. So dead.
He should have said no and hung up the other day when she had called him on the phone:
“I need help,” she said.
“With what?”
“I- I’m failing PE.” He pictured her biting her lower lip and trying not to cry.
“And you want me to help you how?”
“I need you to tutor me.”
“Isn’t that Chad’s job?” The thought of him tutoring one of the smartest girls in school was ironic given his high C low B average.
“Chad declared me a lost cause after twenty minutes,” Gabriella stated. “But I’m desperate, Troy, and you’re my last hope.”
That’s when he should have said no and goodnight, but he hadn’t. Instead, he had agreed to meet her at the gym the next evening.
In retrospect, they should have just made plans to practice at his house after school, not after hours at East High, which, as he had explained to her, was the perk of being the son of the basketball coach and, thus, having his own key.
The first night, last night, had been eye opening for Troy. It hadn’t taken long for them to determine that the only sport she could sort of handle was basketball and even then it was because she compared it to geometry and memorized her angles. They had gone over the basics and made plans to meet up again the next night.
He had been impressed, tonight, when he had watched her warming up. He could tell she had practiced what they had gone over the night before and while that didn’t surprise him, he couldn’t help but wonder when she had found the time.
It was after she had made five free-throw shots in a row that he decided it was time to add the element of competition:
“How about a game of Horse?” He suggested.
“No way,” she shook her head. “You’d win hands down.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Troy, you’re the best player on the basketball team,” she pointed out. “And, until last night, I couldn’t shoot a basket.”
“Are you saying you’re chicken?”
“No, I’m just being realistic,” she retorted. “I’d have to play naked to win.”
That had been the spark that had started the blaze in his head that had clouded his thinking. It had taken only seconds for the idea to reach his brain, drop to his manhood and come out his mouth: “How about we play strip horse?”
“Strip horse?” She cocked an eye brow.
“It would be like horse, just instead of getting a letter, you have to lose an article of clothing.”
“You want to play strip basketball in the main gym?”
“We could go into the work out room behind the gym.”
He really wished she had said no, called him a pervert or slapped him, but she had said ok and he led her into the work out room that a quarter of a wrestling mat laid out in one corner, a couple exercise bikes in another and a basketball hoop.
He had let her start and had let her control the level of play until she had made an impossible, are-you-shitting-me basket that he hadn’t been able to duplicate, which had cost him his shoes. He stepped up his game, and like she had predicted earlier, the game started to lean in his favor. She lost her shoes on a slam dunk, lost her socks on a left side three-pointer and lost her shirt on a right side three-pointer.
His eyes had been drawn to her as she pulled the black shirt she had been wearing over her head, revealing a grey bra that hugged her breasts. She had smiled at him after tossing her shirt aside and he swore she stuck her chest out slightly as if trying to screw with his mind.
It worked and he found himself losing his socks and shirt on two consecutive shots. When he finally got the ball back, he shook off his nerves, and the swelling of his manhood, trying to get his head in the game.
His focus was successful and he forced himself to look away as she took off her black yoga pants and tossed them onto her shirt. They were tied now, both with just two remaining articles of clothing. He took his shot, got it then silently prayed that she would miss her shot. She did and he couldn’t help but watch as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.
He lined up to take his shot, but just before he was going to take it, she moved into his line of vision and he air balled. She grabbed the ball and took her shot then, as he was getting ready to take his, she looked down at her breasts and brushed them off with her hands, he air balled again and lost his shorts.
With his basketball shorts thrown to the side, he only had his boxers to hide his swelling manhood from her eyes.
He caught her eyes go from his manhood to his face then watched in surprise as she walked to the other end of the easily half-court size workout room. She took her shot, missing it by mere inches. Her eyes caught his and seemingly dared him to try the shot. He took her dare and made the shot.
“You win,” she whispered in a husky voice. She slowly pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Here’s your prize.”
He stared at her, unsure if she was talking about the panties in her hand or herself. He and his throbbing manhood hoped it was the latter.
Taking a gamble, he invaded the space between them and pressed his lips against hers. He groaned against her lip when he felt her naked body melt around his nearly naked one.
“I want you, Troy,” she said after pulling away.
“I- I don’t have protection,” he said, flustered.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Ok, let’s get -”
“I want you now, Troy, right here.”
To show she was serious, she took a step back then sat down on the wrestling mat. He took a second to drop his boxers, then knelt and captured her lips with his again. He laid her back on the mat and continued kissing her as his hand found her womanhood and her hand found his manhood.
He brought her to a climax with his fingers then slid his manhood into her. He moved his body above her, using his arms to support his weight. She cried out his name as he brought her to another climax and he came shortly after.
It hadn’t been until he was laying on the mat beside her staring up at the ceiling that he remembered Chad and the bro code. He had sat up and dropped his head into his hands. Now her head was on his shoulder.
“Chad can’t find out about this,” he stated. “He’d kill me if he found out.”
“He’d kill me too,” she stated. “But it’s not like we planned for this to happen. It just did.”
“True.”
“But to be perfectly honest, I liked it.”
That took him by surprise, but he knew what she meant because he had enjoyed it as well.
“And I wouldn’t mind if we did it again,” she added.
“We’d be playing with fire.”
“I know, but I think it would be worth it. Don’t you?”
He did and it scared him, because if there was one thing he knew about playing with fire, it was that sooner or later someone got burned. And by someone, he meant himself. And by burned, he meant killed by Chad.
He glanced at her smiling brown eyes and was convinced: he was a dead man moonlighting for a secret lover.
Chad was definitely going to kill him.
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