Late pt.6 (Patreon)

Yes, it's finally here! I know a lot of people were hurt by the way the last chapter was left. This one continues the story of Jane and Freddie. There's a lot of story in here so you might have to wait for the good stuff, but hopefully it makes it all the sweeter! I've enjoyed writing this series, and as the longest one I hope it's enjoyable for you all as well!

Best, TSG123 - x

(P.S. This one is nearly double the length of some of my other stories at 20,000 words, hence why it took a little longer to finish!)

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Jane stared into the mirror.

The sports gear brought out the very best of her assets; her ass was well defined by white pants clutching them, breasts ambitiously packed into a red sports jersey which showed her midriff. If someone had said she was the team cheerleader, they probably wouldn’t have batted an eye.

Jane turned to the side, then back again.

She struggled to see any beauty whatsoever.

It was hard to explain what was wrong, because on the surface everything was so right. Her expression hadn’t changed, she was still her…. But the eyes seemed to have lost some of its lustre, her pose lacking the strength of mind to go with the body. It didn’t help that her big toe was still aching, wrapped in a large ugly bandage, the circumstances of its creation making it even seem more hilariously swollen.

Jane hadn’t done much laughing recently though. Especially since Freddie had stopped coming to practice. Or texting.

She sniffed, rubbing her hands gently, almost as if she was trying to simulate the feeling of being caressed.

Even exercise couldn’t distract her.

She glanced briefly at the bulge running down her leg which would have to be tucked away.

“Hm.”

‘Stupid thing.’

Her attention crawled to the clock. An hour until practice.

She could go early?

Turning back to the woman in the mirror, it was interesting how out of place she seemed from her surroundings.

If she stayed, she would have to spend another thirty minutes alone.

Jane grabbed her keys, limping gingerly to the door.

Maybe he’d be there…

***

A trio of twentysomethings looked up at snatches of blue sky, fat, gluttonous clouds doing their best to cover the sunshine above it. It hadn’t prevented some warmth from descending, Mo basking in the few glimpses of brightness until a gust of wind made him cover up, flicking his fringe into his eyes.

“TOLD you we didn’t need to get here early.”

“No, Coach is ALWAYS a stickler for tardiness!” Claire shot back, flicking her dirty blond hair out of the resting bitch face on display, although she was never far from a wry smile. “Right Zo?”

Zoey picked at the Wildcats logo which had faded on her shirt, trying to pull it forwards to avoid the sweat under her breasts. It had become a habit since she was fairly large in that particular department.

“I don’t know Clay… I think she’s usually okay..?”

The chattering trio kicked the dirt beneath their feet.

“Ha, do you remember when Freddie turned up late and Coach nicknamed him ‘Bitch’?”

“Oh shit really? I wish I’d been there for that…”

“Yeah.. feels like she’s not as vigorous as before.”

“Vigorous? Pfft, makes you sound like you guys are having sex.”

“Oh I wish.”

“We know you wish Mo.”

Mo humphed.

“It’s been five minutes since we should have started.”

“Yeah, I know right?”

Claire studied Coach in the distance who was glancing briefly at the players all idling around, expecting her to gather them in, before settling a stern expression back on the gate again, somehow profoundly interested in the ugly iron construction, green paint falling away in places leaving metal showing through the cracks.

“What is up with her?”

“Yeah, she’s been off lately.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Why not?”

“Well… because.”

Mo scratched his head, raking through dark hair shaped in an ordinary short back and sides, enjoying the smell of fresh cut grass floating across the open field. He threw a softball up in the air, idly catching it with his glove.

“Well she’s off, who in their right mind would appoint Dean?!… wouldn’t mind asking her… privately, if you know what I mean.”

A ginormous smile popped onto Claire’s face.

“Uh, ex-CUSE me, we discussed this, I get first dibs!”

“I don’t know… Should we be talking about her like this?”

Zoey, played with the curly hazel locks from her shoulders as Claire shot her an accusatory stare.

“Like you haven’t before… hell, you only keep your lipstick on for practice just so Coach might notice you!”

Zoey’s cheeks went red beneath her freckles, pulling bright pink lips closer together.

“That’s not true….”

“Sure it’s not.”

“EVERYONE IN.”

They continued poking comments back and forth whilst moving to where Jane was standing.

When they reached her, the usual power pose seemed oddly deflated.

“Okay everyone… we have a game coming up next week on Sunday against the Scorchers, so I want everyone ready and rested….I’ll have the lineup ready by-“

“Ahem.”

A ripple of tightened jaws answered the polite cough as a short man with a not-quite-monobrow stepped forwards.

“I think she MEANT to say-”

Coach cut in.

“She? I’m here Dean.”

Zoey and Mo sniggered before unsubtly flicking their eyes down to her ass, taking in the suppleness of it.

In contrast to Dean, it was like watching a squat ogre competing with an elven goddess, Claire’s attention momentarily wrenched to the hair on the back of his hands, so black and bristly they seemed as if they might come alive and scurry away of their own accord as he wiped his palms on a faded white shirt.

“Ew,” she muttered, having to look back at Coach’s rear end to cleanse her eyes.

“Huh?” responded Mo, whose eyes had never wavered from the curves of Coach Matherson.

Dean cleared his voice.

“I think what youmeant to say was that WE will have the line-up ready, correct?”

“Captain’s have never picked teams, but I’ll let you know the line-up when it’s ready.”

Dean seemed like he was itching to blurt something out, and for a moment the tension seemed to scorch the air between them.

“….. Right.”

He stepped back, looking like a man who had just swallowed a whole lemon. The silence that followed was so sharp it would have drawn blood if Coach Matherson hadn’t broken it.

“Well then… I’ll expect full focus today.”

“We,” muttered Dean, but Jane ignored it.

“Right, FIRST let’s start with some batting drills….!”

She looked down, and then around, confused at the box of gloves and balls, and no bats.

“…With…. I apologise, I seem to have ah…. forgotten some of the equipment for the first drills…. Please take a few warmup laps of the field whilst I get them..”

“I’ll get right on it!”

“….. Thank you Dean,” she replied begrudgingly.

Eyebrows rose as they watched her march swiftly to the clubhouse.

“Sheeee’s definitely not right,” muttered Claire, and Mo and Zoey nodded their heads in agreement.

“Everyone to me, follow along now!”

“Ugh,” muttered Claire as they settled into a middle distance runner’s pace that was Dean’s go-to mode of exercise, and which for the team was becoming a never-ending lesson in being painfully bored or worse, humiliated.

“Hurry along Charlene!”

The woman’s face was red already, and they’d barely made it halfway round the pitch.

She tried to bustle faster, but it didn’t seem at all comfortable, a grimace on her face. Trainers kicked up little bits of grass, dust and mud as they passed under the shadows of Maple trees in full bloom, the greens so bright it almost hurt to look at as a sunbeam briefly burst through.

“When was the last time Coach forgot stuff?!” Mo asked as their trio bobbed along at the back of the group.

“Man, I don’t know what’s wrong…… but I bet you…… ANY money…. that Dean is the reason,” huffed Claire.

“Probably…. Or do you think maybe she got like some private problems or something?”

“What like family stuff?...Ugh.. Money problems….?”

“I think she’s well-paid right?….. Maybe something romantic? Unrequited love and all that??”

“HA, if she wanted she could get a boyfriend like THAT.” Claire slowed down and snapped her fingers, which drew the attention of some other team members, a despondent Terry briefly looking their way.

“Or a girlfriend,” muttered Zoey.

“Or two girlfriends.”

They giggled and slowed down, the trio almost separate from the rest of the pack as clouds moved overhead.

“I think she’s sad because she’s lonely… Like did you ever see her with anyone?”

“Naw, come on, HER?! She’d just go out and grab any guy and they’d marry her!” said Mo.

“STRAGGLERS, IF YOU DON’T KEEP UP, IT’LL BE TWO EXTRA LAPS!” Dean called from the front.

Mo grumbled as they dragged their heels to catch up.

“Whatever, I think it’s sent her barmy. That’s the only reason for picking Dean as captain.”

“Yeah..” Zoey muttered, glancing back at Coach Matherson who was emerging with a box in her hands, sparing another look at the entrance to the park before her shoulders seemed to sag, and she trudged to the field.

“… But, what kind of crazy rich super-dude, (“Or girl!” Claire chimed in), would a woman like Coach Matherson be pining for?”

***

Freddie clutched at his hair, pulling at a strand which was reaching down to his across his forehead.

He should probably get a haircut.

He took in a heavy breath through his nose and then regretted it, because his room smelt like an animal cage in a zoo, hinting at unwashed bodies or as it turned out, overuse of one particular part of his body, and the floor only just remained visible under a sea of unwashed clothes.

‘I should probably wash some of those..’

He continued to scroll, keeping his eyes painfully locked on the computer screen.

‘Maybe New York has something interesting…’

“The Big Apple…..”

Fred mumbled as he scrolled down the jobsite listings, slender fingers zipping across the keys.

*clack-clack-clack-clack*

His eyebrows rose at the list of requirements for entry level jobs plus ridiculous rent prices, and decided that perhaps the hustle and bustle was not for him; living in a shoebox didn’t carry much appeal.

“Michigan?... Hell, New Jersey??”

‘The Garden state, might be fun, right?’

Petrol-station worker.

Office secretary.

Join the army.

He snorted.

‘Well… guess it’s my fault for getting a degree in psychology.’

His finger hovered over the create tab, and he briefly flirted with the idea of searching for more adult content.

‘You’ve done enough… enough for today…’

He closed the laptop, turning and falling onto his bed which had dirty socks and shirts lying on various bits of it, trying to enjoy the softness of the sheets.

His mind drifted, and as it usually did, it drifted to her. He scrunched his eyes shut to try and block out the feeling of being dragged to the ground, feeling the heat of a woman’s body on his, legs clad in the lithest uniform in the known universe, stripper titties pressed up against him.

‘Stop it.’

Maybe he could take a trip to see his old high-school friend Patrick in Arizona? It had been a while…

The thought of sitting on her lap made him pine momentarily for warmth.

‘NO.’

His heart thumped as he grabbed his jacket, peeling himself from the bed.

‘Just need to get out…. perhaps a trip to the comic store…. Something to clear my mind…..’

On the way down from his flat he imagined her walking up the stairs and shoving him against the wall, the musk of her enveloping him, a hint of sweat and perfume, mixed with the smell of grass.

‘STOP IT…. Just go somewhere.’

He trudged to his car and stared down at the flat tire that he still hadn’t fixed.

‘Fuck.’

Blood was already flowing to his crotch, the image repeating in his head of peachy lips pressing against his.

‘For Goodness’s sake get a grip…’

He forced himself to trudge to the bus-stop, spending the next fifteen minutes sat in his own world, not really switching his brain on whilst walking onto the bus and paying for a ticket.

As it left the curb, he absent-mindedly settled in, gazing out of the window at the cars flitting past. It was all a meaningless blur, and it went so quickly he almost forgot to get off, hitting the STOP button barely a second before the destination.

*DING*

*SCCCRREEEEEECH*

The driver fixed him with a beady stare as the doors slammed open, Freddie’s face warm as he stepped out into a pleasant afternoon breeze.

The destination was only a block away from here, and after a short walk through the bustling town centre he found himself eyeing the front of a store, brick walls faded in contrast to the displays of bright and colourful comics.

Childish excitement built in his chest.

It had been a while.

He bounced before pushing into an invitingly lit room with row upon rows of comic books, every one squeezing muscled beasts, colourful insignias and casts of wacky-looking characters into as much of their front covers as possible.

“Yeoooo Fred, long time no speaky!”

An early-thirties man with side-slicked green hair that was far less cool than intended and a double-chin wove into view.

“Hey Damian… Yeah, yeah, what’s up?”

“Ha not much… Why you been so busy, you get a girlfriend?”

The feeling of Jane’s crotch bulge rubbing against him sprang to the forefront of his mind.

“Uh.. no…! Nope. Why, got one to offer?”

He chuckled.

“Ha yeah, but she’s mine.”

“… Wait, what?”

“….. Dude, I got a girlfriend!”

Freddie did the man the honour of not letting his mouth fall open.

“Dude… I mean… congrats man!”

He smiled.

“Yeah… I’m pretty stoked. She’s not into comics but that’s cool…..”

“Dude… if she’s a real, human woman, I think comics can take a backseat for once, right?”

Damian struggled to keep the shine from his cheeks.

“Yeah… you know, I could ask her if she has any friends that are single for you?”

If ever there was a moment that Fred felt like he had entered a parallel universe, it was this one.

‘How is Damian from the comic book store setting me up on a date?’

Something in the centre of his brain pulled him back for a moment, before he nodded.

“You know what? Yeah.”

“Cool!… I’ll text her in a bit. You still playing softball?”

Fred stiffened.

“No.”

As Damian opened his mouth to ask why, Fred changed the subject

“Any… uh!… any new releases out?”

A feverish look entered Damian’s gaze. Immediately he was in his element, almost jumping out of his shoes as he began to pull Fred to different display shelves.

“Oh DUDE, you should check these out… ‘Hulk-smasher year one’, ‘The Core’…. ‘Legacy guild’… that last one is a must-read!”

Fred scanned the selection of bright colours and beautifully drawn characters, and felt a pang that Terry wasn’t here.

Freddie sighed, scratching his head. If only he could talk to someone…

‘Screw it.’

He unlocked his phone and typed in a few words.

*Sup Ter. Still alive?*

The swoosh of the messenger app made him feel a little better.

Damian’s face became ugly as Fred thumbed his phone, peering at the screen.

“Dude, you better not be ordering those online…. We have to keep costs up for the store experience!”

“No, no!…. Uhhh You know what, I’ll take this one!”

Immediately Damian’s face was sunny again.

“Right you are!”

“Mind if I read it here?”

“No worries man! Just pay later, take a seat.”

“Yeah…”

“And let me message my girl for ya!”

“Cool.”

“Anything else?? Coffee? Donut???”

“Uhhhh no, I’m good thanks…”

“Great!”

As the man trundled off, Fred sank down into a bean bag at the back to read, and sighed as the first page showed a powerful female figure with shoulder length hair wearing lycra, in a full-page power pose.

The girl had jet black hair, but already his imagination was turning it blond.

His stomach knotted as he scanned the figure, the definition of each portion of her legs outlined by the black material….

He imagined what a bulge down one leg would look like.

Freddie closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

“Just.. come ON,” he muttered.

***

Terry whined into Kevin’s face as he pumped his hips.

“Oh yeah, fuck me!”

Through the darkness it was just possible to see his grimace.

“Okay, okay, just… just wait a sec….”

“Yeah you like it when I talk dirty, YES, right there, deep in my pussy….”

“Ugh, Ter just…. I’m trying to……”

“Oh yeah!… oh…. Kev?”

He hung his head.

“Kev are.. you… okay?”

He didn’t speak, removing his flaccid cock from her wetness.

Terry put an arm on his shoulder.

“Babe…. Is this because of the game? It’s cool, you played fine! we’ll come back next week…!”

He rolled away.

“No, it’s nothing…. Just tired.”

She watched him rub his eyes.

“Is it the….. captaincy thing?… I know that asshat Dean’s been rubbing your f-“

“I’m FINE!” he snapped, and Terry recoiled. She had never heard him raise his voice before. And definitely not in such an angry tone.

“Sure… okay…”

She made a mental note not to mention Dean’s name again.

He got up and went to the bathroom.

Terry lay back in bed, waiting. The bed felt even larger with just her in it.

“….. Kev?”

When he came out Kevin looked ever since the captaincy had been stripped. Dogged. Sulky. The polar opposite of his usual upbeat self.

“Kev.. what’s wrong?”

His face hardened.

“It’s nothing… just need to sleep.”

Terry’s eyebrows rose as he crept under the covers and turned over.

“Are you s-”

“YES.”

“Right…”

They fell silent, Terry’s mind whirring in the darkness.

She didn’t even attempt to sleep, because she knew it wouldn’t happen.

Seconds crawled like years as she spent the time churning through her thoughts, still unable to hear any snoring which meant Kevin was still awake.

She resolved to wait until he did eventually drift off.

Something bumped in the flat upstairs. Maybe they were having sex.

Terry chewed her tongue, wishing her clit would stop tingling.

There was a small light on the wall from Kevin’s alarm clock which was suddenly really pissing her off.

The wait went on, another bump from above making a vein in her temple throb unpleasantly against the pillow. Eventually a quiet nasal *Gnnk* signalled that Kevin had begun snoring.

“Jees…..”

Terry sighed in relief, creeping out of bed, fidgeting with her unkempt hair as she made her way through the flat to the decent-sized kitchen.

So much nicer than her place.

She began to delve into cupboards, rummaging for sandwich ingredients. It was hard to come down from the pre-sex buzz, so maybe munching on something sweet might help. She searched for the Jam and found it instantly, which was a strange sensation for her. Kevin was certainly organised, bless his sweet ass.

As Terry was chucking one piece of bread into a toaster and covering the other in jam, her clit ached and she put the knife through the crust, jam spilling onto the side.

She hissed.

“Okay, taking the softball team is one thing, but taking my man’s penis away is TOO FUCKING FAR.”

She grabbed her phone and checked her messages.

Maybe it was time to start replying.

A few missed birthdays…. Mom called… A Freddie text.

‘Crap.’

She hadn’t messaged him in two weeks.

Well, he was busy fucking Coach right?

‘Wait…’

A nugget of an idea formed in her head.

‘He’s busy fucking Coach….  we haven’t hung out in a while… Maybe he could say something to her…’

“I’m a bad freakin’ friend,” she muttered, thumbing a quick reply. She jabbed the send button with her thumb.

A look down at the plate made her sigh, wishing it was Kevin making a mess of her instead of her making a mess of this sandwich.

Part of her played with the idea of imagining it was a vagina and poking a finger inside. She shook her head and decided that thinking without sleep (or sex) was not a good idea, shoving the monstrosity into her face.

***

The familiar smell of musty cushions and damp wood greeted Jane as she entered the clubhouse, setting a box of bats down in the cupboard.

‘They really should change those chair covers…’

Her toe bent a little too far on the way down, making a sliver of pain worm its way up her leg.

“Hnn…”

The hole she had made in the wall was still present… no-one had commented on it yet. Hopefully the other coaches weren’t too bothered by it.

Her eyes found the table. The table where he’d fucked her for the first time.

A sigh escaped, and Jane ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the roots, massaging her scalp as if it could somehow erase the feeling of sweet lips on her shoulders, pillowy thighs wrapped tight around her as she thrust her womanhood deep into him.

‘Jane, snap out of it!’

Just lingering on it was enough to make her heart ache.

‘Yeah, maybe I should even it out and break my other big toe….’

Her reveries were interrupted by a voice that made her instinctively want to empty her stomach.

“Ah Coach! Thought I’d find you here…”

Jane’s lips thinned as she turned to see Dean surveying the clubhouse as one might his royal estate, a ‘pleasant’ expression on his face.

“Yes, this is where I am after every practice. Well done.”

He pretended not to hear the slight.

“I just wanted to have a little chinwag about how things are going… I think we can all agree there’s been some real improvement these past few weeks! None of that soft stuff from before…”

“If that’s your opinion.”

He sidled to lean on the table, closer to her.

“Yes… Well…. Progress aside….”

It was worrying how eager he seemed, stubble contorting around an overly pleasant smile, and she braced herself.

“… I think we could make things even better.”

“And what exactly is your suggestion this time? Make Bob cry again? Kick the slowest runner in the shins repeatedly? Throw the youngest member of the team to a pack of ravenous wolves perhaps?”

“Oh you’re being dramatic, and Bob just needs to man up….” His thick brow turned up into a concerned hill. “Is it ah… that time of month?”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. The fact he was sincere in his concern was almost more infuriating.

“No, it’s not.” she uttered between clenched teeth.

‘And thankfully never will be…’

“… so stop tiptoeing and say what you have to say.”

He set his stance wide, his voice as low as it could go in its baritone.

“Well then….. I want to be assistant coach.”

Jane was temporarily speechless.

‘… Who knew ravenous wolves wasn’t the worst available option?’

Releasing her jaw proved difficult, but somehow she managed it.

“….Excuse me?? I’m sorry, no.”

He sighed, and his demeanour shifted, eyebrows furrowing which somehow made them even thicker and darker.

“Look… I don’t want to tell people…”

Jan’s eyes widened.

“… But it would be rather scandalous wouldn’t it… the Coach and the player… In the clubhouse…. it’s a small town…”

A tendon in her neck tightened, and something in her brain felt like it might pop. Jane had to take a long breath to relax the pulsing in her temple as Dean opened his hands in a gesture of diplomacy.

“…and I just feel it would be best for the team if I take a greater role with a little more responsibility.”

Anger dictated her first response.

“Go to hell.”

Dean raised his hands higher, backing off.

“Woah! Woah steady…. Just think about it for a second… you’re out of sorts Jane.”

“Coach,” she hissed, her tone venomous.

“COACH, yes… yes… but are you telling me you’ve not been… distracted? Preoccupied? Why, ever since Freddie left…”

Her nostrils flared, and she opened her mouth to retort, but something in his words cut through.

“Well….. that’s…”

Dean, sensing his advantage, pressed on.

“I can help… I’ll take the weight off your shoulders… you know… it’ll make things much easier…. Especially whilst you ah… work things out with Freddie…”

Every time he said the name it was like a knife being shoved between her ribs.

“Well..“

She thought about arguing longer, and realised it was pointless. He would get his way one way or another. It was also true that she was out of sorts.

Her response came out clipped.

“….You know what? Fine. You want to be the assistant Coach? Fine….. Congratulations.”

“Well, that’s great….!!” Dean gave an overly sympathetic smile whilst trying not to bounce in delight and made to put a hand on her shoulder, but another venomous look deterred him. “Honestly this’ll be great, it really will! And you can spend time with your ah… boyfriend?”

She sniffed.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Jane stormed out before he could offer any more words, slamming the bathroom door closed before trudging to a cubicle.

The one in the far corner was becoming a firm favourite.

When she sat down on the lid, she scrunched her eyes closed, using all of her will to supress any tears that might have thought about pushing through.

‘Right now sure would be a nice time for someone to show up… or maybe just someone to hold.’

She imagined a pale, brown-haired boy sitting on her lap, his arms around her sides.

A sniff came, and her eyes welled up.

“You are not fucking crying,” she spat at herself, wiping the wetness away.

The cubicle felt even smaller than usual.

***

Two days later…..

“Hi! I’m Fruddie….. Freddied….”

The words jumbled in his mouth, Freddie quickly double checking in his head if this was the right restaurant, the right time, and then for some reason, the right continent.

It had to be, although clearly the waiters weren’t actually Italian.

“…FREDDIE………. Fred.”

The hastily assembled smile on his face showed his nerves as scents of garlic and basil fluttered past, following dishes placed quickly on tables nearby.

“Yes, I think you’re who I was waiting for…. I’m Jennifer”

The girl wore a polite smile on her face, and they tentatively put their hands out into an awkward slide that never really resolved into an actual handshake.

Fred sat down and finally managed to observe her close-up.

She was plump, frizzy curls falling down her sides, with a sweet complexion and a cute button nose. In the warm light of the restaurant, she appeared quite comforting to the senses.

‘I hope she likes the shirt… I even ironed it.’

He still couldn’t believe he was on a date. With a girl. Fred reminded himself to thank Damian again.

Potentially two women in one calendar lifetime? He almost felt spoilt.

Well.. one girl and one Goddess.

‘Stop comparing,’ he thought to himself, resolving his focus on the real-life woman in front of him.

“So… What are you into?”

“Oh… like…. For my work? Or… fun?”

He could feel an itch on his elbow that was quite distracting.

‘Better not to discuss work whilst unemployed…’

“For fun!”

She flicked her eyes upwards.

“UMmmmmm… I don’t know… movies… tv shows…”

“Oh cool! Like what… drama… superheroes?”

She nodded, “Oh I like the superhero ones, the um… the ‘Purple… pro… oh what was it?’

He nodded eagerly.

“The purple protector?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh I LOVE that one!”

“Great!”

They shared a relieved smile as a couple chatting just behind her shoulder caught Fred’s eye.

They were saying something business-related, but Fred didn’t really care about what they were saying, honing in on the blond hair of the woman, her decent height, and the beauty that he could discern from this angle, the trace of a straightish jaw….

Hairs stood up on his neck.

It wasn’t her though.

His excitement dimmed immediately as he realised that the hair was too long, frame less toned, clothes too loose. Fred disregarded it, managing to pull his focus back on Jennifer.

“So…”

They hadn’t said anything for five seconds, and after another two Fred was shifting in his seat.

“Nice… place!”

He gestured to the intimate restaurant around them, little vine plants crawling up trellises, pictures of fresh tomatoes and spaghetti on the wall.

“Yeah!” she responded eagerly, “It is!”

“So….. what do you do?”

Freddie bleated.

“Ah, I ah… I’m…..”

He searched for a phrase that wasn’t as blunt as ‘unemployed’.

“…… Not doing much right now… workwise….”

“Oh, right… Well that’s okay!”

“And… and you?”

“ I’m just finishing Springfield University.”

“Oh cool, what degree?”

“Teaching.”

“Nice… Do you….”

His brain seemed to be trying to push through a thick wall of dough.

“… Teach… well?”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

The clatters of pans in the kitchen and low background music filled the pauses in their conversation, which seemed like it would become a theme of the evening as delicious smells wafted over their heads.

“….Shall we order?”

“I guess!”

Despite the stiltedness in conversation, it was at least enjoyable how well-equipped in the breast department she was, and Freddie found himself glancing at them over his menu.

‘Wow…. They’re nice…..’

At least C-cups, probably bigger, with a hint of freckles at the top which was cute.

He found himself thinking back to the only other boobs he’d seen up close in real life whilst staring at the garlic dough balls, which looked quite appetising.

‘Hers were a little smaller proportion-wise… but God they felt good…having them shoved in my face was even better…’

“What do you want?”

He jerked, focusing back on her vacant, but pretty smile, fiddling with the hem of his crinkled shirt.

“Uh… FOOD! yeah… food…..”

She waited patiently as he scanned the menu.

Somehow the fact she was there watching, silently, made him feel quite uncomfortable, perusing what looked like pretty delicious dishes without much of it entering his brain.

“Uh, I’ll just have the…. pizza,” he said lamely.

“I’ll have that too!”

There was a sense of overt pleasantness to her, like the human equivalent of a daffodil. Harmless. Sweet.

‘She’s no Jane, but…’

Something caught in his throat.

‘Stop thinking about Jane.’

Especially her incredible tits.

‘Stop’.

Or Dick.

‘STOP.’

His eyes found the dough balls on the menu again, and immediately her big, fat, juicy balls were in his mouth.

Fred could feel his heart accelerating and scratched his head, a surge of saliva leaking onto his tongue.

‘They way it felt when I sucked on them….the pulse which meant she was getting close..’

He felt the need to bash his own head in, trying to somehow erase the feelings using only the power of straining his neck muscles to turn his face puce.

‘STOP.’

“A…. are you alright?”

“Huh?! Oh, nothing!!”

Fred wiped his brow, where sweat was now dappled.

“…Okay… You just seemed a little… confused…”

“It’s nothing, really! …. do you like uh… sport?”

“Oh, no… I don’t really play or watch. Do you?”

“Yeah, I like…”

‘Softball.’’

“….I UH…. I like basketball….. football….. What are you into then?”

“I like knitting.. uh… dogs, horseriding…”

Fred was really struggling.

Neither of them were exactly a natural at taking control of a conversation. Her nature seemed gentle, like a foal that had wandered out of the forest.

His eyes glanced down at the hint of cleavage on show again. Still nice…..

He hitched on his kindest smile whilst trying not to think about a woman’s hand on his neck, guiding it down to her cock, her expression as his ass coaxed her seed from her body… the longing in it.

“…and I went to Disneyland once, also when my family w….”

‘JUST STOP IT.’

“JUST….!”

Jennifer’s face scrunched up into a ball.

“Oh, sorry… did I say something wrong?”

He realised he had spoken out loud.

“NO, no… sorry!!… you were saying?”

“Um well…. My family took me to a wine-tasting retreat in California… that was pretty great…”

“That sounds great…. Maybe you can show me some good wine to drink!”

“Well I have some back at my place if you’re interested… better than this stuff.”

There was a hint of slyness in her expression, and his heart thumped a little faster.

“Ha, sure….S-so…”

The door slamming closed made his ears prick, and his brain forgot the gibberish it had been about to spout.

“… what are YOU into,” she intervened, before the silence could descend again.

“Oh uh, well beyond movies and games and stuff… uh….”

‘I’ve got quite into huge dicks recently.’

He felt his cheeks grow warm.

“Uh………… Home exercise?”

‘Dear God, really?’

His hand subconsciously slide to his stomach where she had throbbed inside him.

“Yeah…”

Jennifer’s smile brightened.

“Well… I like home exercise!”

Fred’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh… cool!”

“Like… all kinds of home exercise.”

‘No way.’

Fred’s brain had to churn through what she’d just said, as the girl took a sip of wine, staring at him.

‘Am I…. getting lucky?’

***

Jane breathed out, steaming the cool autumn air with white fog as she ploughed on past endless rows of maple trees, any sounds of nature blocked out by the dance music drowning her ears in driving rhythm.

Her toe wasn’t happy, but she carried on. It had been too long since she’d done some cardio.

Sweat tinged her brow as she glanced back at the outskirts of the city, lights blinking in the distance, and then forwards to where she was running aimlessly, the last embers of sunlight falling.

‘If only I’d controlled myself.’

She usually preferred calisthenics or weight training but had been unable to focus, running over agonising scenarios again and again until she forgot how many reps she had done, or sets, or in one particular instance even what exercise she had been doing.

‘All I need to do was control myself…..’

Dance music pumped into her ear as she pounded on, not really worrying about the direction, squeezing the phone in her left hand and pressing the volume higher until it was blasting through her skull.

‘What if I’m a monster?’

The dark figure tore onwards into lengthening shadows, half-sprinting.

‘Maybe I deserve to be alone… He deserves better.’

Car headlights whizzed past, but she didn’t heed them, trying to free herself of the constant stream of thoughts dragging her down, increasing the pace.

What looked like dirty brown hair and pale white skin flashed past in one of the car windows, and her attention snapped to it, veering from the road for a moment, before snorting.

‘Maybe I’m unlovable!’

She sprang back onto a section of road where there was no path, sprinting down dark, endless tarmac.

‘A monster.’

She didn’t stop to check the headlights at her back.

‘Alone.’

*SCREEEEEEEECH!!*

Squealing tires approached.

She twisted to see a blur of red metal. Jane dodged, swinging her body sideways.

Eyes widened in shock as the car clipped her left arm, pain lancing up it, the world spinning, and then Jane was falling sideways into a thicket of green and brown, the roar of a sports engine as it accelerated away ringing in her ears, wondering how she still had a head on her shoulders even as needles and sticks dug into the skin of her side.

“What the….”

She lay for a moment, adrenaline pounding through her veins as she gasped before trying to move her left arm.

“Ahhh….!!”

It didn’t feel good.

‘Maybe broken.’

She checked her other arm and legs, and scratches aside it all appeared to be in working order.

The car had only clipped her, but even so it had been going so fast that she was extremely lucky to still be conscious. She tried moving her arm again.

“UUGh…….”

It hurt. Not as bad as when she had broken her leg… but still pretty awful.

She probably needed an ambulance.

Her phone.

She checked her pockets. Nothing.

Looking around she realised where it was, observing the pieces of plastic and metal scattered across the road. Those were just the pieces she could see.

She tried to move.

“MNNNuhhh!” she groaned.

Her left side was aching, arm leading the charge as pain rifled up her elbow to her shoulder.

But she was able to stand.

The coolness of the night seemed to morph into real cold due to the wind chill, crawling across her exposed skin as the adrenaline wore off.

Dazed, she pulled herself with shaky legs back onto the road, moaning every time her left arm made the tiniest of movements, holding it to her side and stumbling back towards town.

***

Fred’s heart beat wildly as they connected lips, Jennifer’s tongue unsure as it slid across his.

‘Weird…’

It didn’t exactly matter if her kissing technique wasn’t perfect, because they were entering her apartment, which meant it was going to happen.

He was going to have sex. With a second woman.

Maybe he really was becoming a stud.

They had managed to press through the food, dragging up enough conversation from the depths of their brains to get to the end of the meal, paying the bill before the small note of sexual tension could dissipate.

It seemed like Jennifer was kind of set on getting laid regardless of how the date had gone, which was lucky for Fred as they shuffled through the door of the flat, Jennifer breaking the kiss to put a finger on her lips, before guiding him past the shabby kitchen and over to one of the bedroom doors.

“My roommate always sleeps early,” she muttered, a conspiratorial grin on her face.

Fred was led into a pretty standard dorm room covered in Disney posters, random junk and a few half-folded items of clothing, with a single bed, desk and bathroom the only features barring whatever random stuff Jennifer had brought with her.

Typical Uni dorm.

Then all that didn’t matter as he was led slowly to the bed.

They kissed again.

Once again, she seemed somewhat hesitant to fully insert tongues, as if she didn’t want to go deeper, so they pushed a little back and forth on the surface instead as his hands found her front.

As they sank onto the bed Fred fiddled off her dress, sharing awkward smiles and sweaty palms, before he found himself facing the dreaded bra test, gamely unclipping the red cups after a few tries which pinged away, leaving him face to face with a pair of double D tits.

‘Finally!’

He couldn’t help his eagerness, diving straight at the ripe melons, sucking at the softness of her nipples. She squirmed.

“OOhh, just, slow down a little…”

He paused.

“Sensitive.”

“Ah, sorry…”

“No, that’s okay…”

He slowed, working around the edges instead, kissing across the areola and working towards her cherries which made her chest begin to expand and contract, feeling warm breath on his forehead, the hint of red wine she had been drinking earlier sharp in his nostrils, combining with the earthier scents of her body.

Then she was sliding her hand down and gripping his hardness.

It was weird how quiet she was, but he wasn’t complaining as she pulled a hand down to her wetness.

The first vagina he had ever felt.

After the overt hardness of Jane, feeling the soft opening was completely different, and kinda weird.

They sort of fiddled with each other for a bit, and for a moment he felt his erection falter, but after another suck of Jennifer’s tits was soon back at full hardness.

“Hey, got any condoms?”

He paused.

“Oh… uh… no.”

“It’s okay, I do.”

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a few different flavours, plus lube.

“Uh.. does it matter which flavour?” he asked.

“.. I don’t think so…”

‘Chocolate?’

The decision was vexing, but he went with tropical, hoping it was the right choice as he unwrapped it.

He managed to pull it halfway, but it felt slippery on the inside.

“I.. I think you’re putting it on wrong,” she said.

“No I…”

“If I could just..”

“Hang on…”

“Really I think it’s…”

“ Like that… Yeah…”

Eventually they worked out that the slippery part was supposed to go on the outside, Freddie’s cheeks red as he pulled the condom over his dick for the third time which felt pretty weird, unused to the rubbery texture.

For his first time with a woman possessing a vagina, he was fine with it.

“Okay…”

He came back, and suddenly found he didn’t know what to do with a naked woman, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Ah.. if I just… push your legs back like this.”

“Sure.”

“And then…”

“No problem.”

They managed to work themselves into a rough missionary position.. and then they were ready.

‘My second ever woman…’

He tried to kiss her a bit more, finding that odd zero-tongue technique waiting for him, and after realising the kissing wasn’t going to be all that intense tonight, pushed in.

The warmth and wetness was kinda similar to Jane’s lubed asshole… the difference was that Jennifer made no noticeable sound as he entered her.

He pushed all the way to the hilt.

It wasn’t unpleasant… Kind of nice actually.

“Right….”

He placed his hands on her boobs and began thrusting.

“Nnn… Nnnn.”

Her face was one of concentration rather than enjoyment, staring at him.

‘Hm… maybe that’s just how she enjoys it…’

*Shlick-Shlick-Shlick*

She was warm and soft, and the excitement of being inside a woman warred with the awkward silence (barring his own sighs and the quiet rustles of the blankets) as he continued to pump his hips. He wondered briefly why she was so quiet, watching him like a spectator in a bus window.

“Hnn…Hnn….”

Nothing seemed to move, least of all the girl beneath him.

Minutes ticked by.

The feeling of her body was nice, but he struggled to keep himself hard at times, pumping away to seemingly no avail. She felt wet which meant she must be enjoying it… right?

“E-everything alright?”

She nodded.

“Yep.”

“Right… Cool….”

They continued a little longer, Fred starting to pine for some other stimulation, for someone to rub her hands up his body, to revel in his touch….

It was nothing like the furious passion of her.

His cock hardened as he thought about what she would do to him right now.

‘She’d just wrap me up and destroy me…. Slam her cock into my waiting hole…. Wait, stop thinking about it!… think about Janifer… JENNIFER, think about Jennifer…..’

The pumping went on, wooden bed frame not even having the decency to creak as they bounced gently on the pillows without disturbing the arrangement in any noticeable way.

*pat-pat-pat*

His left ass cheek itched.

‘Don’t think about it….. you’re close..!’

Fred founding himself searching for the finish line rather than being swept away by it, and managed to force himself there by sucking on her now-swollen nipples, whimpering as his balls tightened, and warmth hit the end of his penis.

After a few seconds of pleasure, everything snapped back to clarity.

They were two sweaty, fleshy humans inside each other.

He gave a weak smile and slowly pulled his softening cock out of her vagina, and she displayed no noticeable sign of having changed from the first meeting, despite her wetness and the hardened nubs on her chest.

“Thanks…”

“E-everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah all good.”

She had that polite smile back.

“Right…”

They lay looking at each other, awkwardly.

“Um… I’m gonna go shower.”

“Right! Great…”

She grabbed some tissues and placed them next to him, before wandering to the toilet.

Fred watched her go with an odd mixture of pride, confusion and embarrassment.

‘Well… another notch on the bedpost I guess….’

He tugged the end of the condom, which fell away and began leaking cum onto the sheets.

“Shit…”

As he was fiddling with the tissues, his phone vibrated.

‘Her?’

He glanced at it.

Terry.

Flicking sweat from his fingers, he clicked on the message, opening it.

Two words.

*Burger-town?*

He thumbed a ‘yes’ in response, and then noticed a recent message in his recent list.

From Jane. A week ago.

His heart thumped harder than it had the entire evening. He still hadn’t read it yet.

He glanced at the bathroom, then down at the message.

For a second or two his finger hovered over it…. And then slipped to the side of his phone and locked it.

***

Jane’s teeth chattered.

The coolness was really starting to sap her energy as she stuck out a thumb and waved it at a pair of approaching headlights.

“Come on,” she muttered, teeth clenched.

It came quick, and the sound of a roaring monster accompanied it, Jane stumbling aside as the sixteen-wheeler raced on, thankful that she had stood well back in case they decided to test out the rest of her body’s durability.

“Fucking ASSHOLE!” she screamed as the lights weaved off into the distance, pointed at the town she was trying her best to reach..

She’d been walking for the past hour, and at this rate would need at least another half-hour to get back to civilization. She had tried to jog, but any serious movement made the nerves in her left arm scream.

And her toe was hurting again.

‘Just don’t think about it.’

The toe was the least of her concerns, as her arm was definitely broken, probably more than once. Maybe a few fingers too.

“Shit.”

She continued on, legs now aching as well.

The cold was beginning to get uncomfortable, hands freezing into rock-like fists as she tried to keep the bad arm tucked close to her body. Thank God she’d brought water with her, the bottle scraped and faded, but still good, and she took a swig.

She grimaced, pain winding up her left arm.

‘Come on.’

Left foot-Right foot.

They scraped across the uneven road.

Left foot-Right foot.

All the while her self-talk wouldn’t leave her alone.

‘Wow, you’re nearly getting yourself killed over getting rejected by him? You really are pathetic. Maybe if you weren’t such an animal he wouldn’t have left you …’

She growled, wishing she were able to run, instead having to keep herself walking steadily down that same, dark road.

Left foot-Right foot

The trees seemed endless.

Where was the nearest hospital?

She went to check her phone and remembered it was decorating the tarmac a number of miles behind her.

“Fuck.”

At least muttering to under her breath made her feel a little better.

Jane dragged onwards, continuing to mumble to herself until something illuminated her back.

She turned, jerking out her thumb desperately and waving as the lights resolved into an estate car approaching closer.

“Come on… !“

When the indicator switched on, Jane moaned in relief.

“Oh FINALLY…”

The car slowed to a stop, and a window lowered revealing a concerned looking man with thin hair.

He stared at the shivering women clutching her limp left arm.

“Ey, you alright lady?”

His shrill voice had a southern twang, but to Jane it sounded like the voice of an angel.

“Not exactly…”

***

Two days later…

The grease and oil in the air made Fred’s heart palpitate, both in anticipation and mild worry at what was about to be stuffed into its body.

He took in a deeper whiff.

A few weeks ago he had been a virgin. Now, he had done it multiple times.

‘And been done multiple times.’

Fred tapped his foot, checking outside the booth in case a toothy grin presented itself at the front of Burger-town. Nothing but the blue-haired waiter caught his eye, weaving between a happy-looking old couple.

“Why did I even bother,” he muttered.

‘At least I can eat something tasty.’

As he perused the menu that he pretty much knew off by heart, he glanced at a picture of two bulging slider burgers next to each other. They could almost have looked like an ass.

Her juicy, round ass…..

“No, no you’re not getting turned on by burger buns,” he growled to himself, snapping the menu closed and throwing it aside.

“Why the long face, you miss me?!!?”

He jumped, and then couldn’t mask his relief as Terry wove into view, maniacal grin plastered on her face again, and she skipped to the edge of the table and immediately dove in for a hug.

“’Sup bitch.’”

He huffed.

“Seriously, can you not wait two seconds even?”

“Nope,” she responded, sliding into seat across from him, ponytail whipping around as she snatched a menu. Despite trying to look annoyed, Fred felt a subtle weight lift off his chest.

“So… what’s cooking?”

“Nothing because you’re late.”

“My bad.”

“Probably Kevin’s bad.”

At this her smile faltered a little.

“Yeah.. ha… maybe.”

It seemed like he’d touched a nerve.

“Wanna order?”

She nodded eagerly.

***

The burgers were juicy and succulent, and Fred moaned as he snaffled the last bite and sat back, rubbing his swollen belly. They’d jabbered away between bites, Fred filling Terry in on the comic he was reading, and Terry telling him about a new detective game where a ghost had to solve their own murder.

“Ohhh… I’m stuffed,” moaned Terry.

“Yeah…”

They lay in a beef-induced torpor until eventually Fred summoned the power to speak, still savouring the delicious meaty flavours lingering on his tongue.

“So… what you been up to apart from games?”

Terry grunted, holding a bloated belly.

“Hm, Usual!…Studying…. Relaxing… softball but…well softball isn’t really softball anymore.”

“Huh… okay, why?”

“Yeah… it’s…. I dunno…”

“You don’t know?”

“It’s…. shit.”

“Why?”

She grimaced.

“Ugh lemme digest first, I don’t wanna go into it just yet… lemme hear about you, how’s Jane?!”

He flinched, and suddenly the after-taste of the burger wasn’t as satisfying, the feeling of being next to Terry in their favourite place not comforting enough.

“Ha funnily enough Ter… I don’t want to talk about it just yet….digestion, etcetera...”

“Wait, Whaaaaat? Why not????”

He let out a resigned sigh.

“Well… we’re… on a break. Kind of… I haven’t spoken to her in a little while…”

“But…What?! You guys were SO INTO each other!!”

“Well that’s changed… and yesterday… I guess I went on a date.”

Her jaw dropped.

“Holy shit man, you move like lightning, when did you become a full-time stud?!?!”

He sighed.

“When you were swanning off with Kevin.”

“Ah…Yeah… sorry about that…. Still, you seem to be doing alright without me! I thought you were like… sleeping off your sex sessions with Coach or something.”

He grimaced.

“Huh…”

“But… that’s still crazy… you’re like a train now, now you’re rolling nobody can stop the Fred from bedding them!”

“Yeah… all I need is a dressing gown and a mansion to assume my final form.”

They both let out a tension-easing chuckle.

“Well…? How was it wiiith?”

“Jan… Jennifer. You mean the date? Or…”

She couldn’t cover her laugh.

“Ha oh wowww we’re doing quick turnovers huh?”

His cheeks went red.

“Well…”

“SO how was it with Janennifer?”

“Oh, it was…”

‘Weird.’

She gave him an encouraging smile, which Freddie didn’t return.

“… it was okay.”

Terry grinned.

“Ha…. Guess it’s kinda difficult to measure up when it’s Coach M you’re trying to compare to!”

“Well I never went on a date with herso…”

He checked around him in case anyone was listening, but the diner bustled on around them, their conversation subdued under the sounds of shouting in the kitchen and chattering. Some of the smells were enticing enough that it almost made Freddie want to get round two until his belly groaned, explaining in no uncertain terms that it would probably file for divorce if he attempted to put so much as a crumb in his mouth.

“But ya fucked right?”

He snorted before nodding.

“Wow you really are a stud aren’t you…”

Terry seemed to be savouring every morsel of information almost as much as the burger she had demolished moments earlier.

“…but by your reaction, I’d say it’s not the mind-blowing mega-fuck that your coachy woachy was…right?”

“Shut up.”

She jumped up.

“HA, I’m RIGHT! Ya know, I really should be a detective…”

“Can you sit down please?!” he hissed, glancing at the neighbouring tables.

“Why certainly My Dear Watson.”

He sighed as she dropped back.

“I just… wish she would get out of my brain….”

“Yeah, I get you….. that’s not easy…

There was a moment of the clatter of dishes and chatter where neither spoke. Terry put a hand on his and squeezed.

“My first crush drove me so wild I wanted to eat my own head.”

Fred guffawed.

“No, that’s just you being weird.”

“I never said I was the authority on relationships… but ask me about sex and you’re golden.”

“Ha… I’m never asking you about sex, you’re a deviant.”

“Meh whatever… Hey, who do you think would win in a fight, Kev or Coach?”

Fred puffed his chest, competitiveness flaring.

“No chance… Jane would destroy him, she’s WAY stronge-….” He pursed his lips as her knowing expression came to the fore, “…….NOT that I’m still into her or anything… I’m just stating facts…”

She chuckled.

“No need to get defensive.”

“I’m not getting defensive.”

“Sure.”

“I’m NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE.”

“Okay, you’re clearly very happy with the situation.”

“I AM.”

“Great.”

Terry’s smirk was infuriating. And contagious.

He couldn’t help an exasperated smile after a moment.

“Alright…. Maybe I’m a little defensive.”

Terry’s expression softened and she leaned forwards.

“How uh… how is she?”

His heart beat a little faster.

“I don’t know.”

“How long has it been?”

“Few weeks.”

“Hmmm.”

“….. what?”

Terry sighed.

“Well… she’s been acting strange since you left… in fact it’s partly why practice is going bad.”

“So?”

“Er… I don’t know, seems like maybe she misses you.”

If he had been standing his knees might have started shaking, and wistfulness hit him for a few seconds until the silence was broken by Terry letting out a loud burp, which made Fred chuckle.

“Wow, sexy…… how’s Kevin?”

Her demeanour edged closer to his own, shoulders shrinking in.

“Ah, he’s…. Been a little stand-offish lately.”

“Oh, right… Not burping at him enough?”

Terry scrunched her nose.

“Ha yeah …but he’s kinda stopped having sex with me.”

“OH… right…”

“Yeah… since he lost the captaincy…”

Freddie didn’t know what to say to this news, watching as Terry wiped a few crumbs from her mouth with a napkin before violently balling it up, throwing it against the window.

“Yeah… kinda ridiculous… like come ON it’s not that big a deal!”

“Well Dean has a way of being especially annoying….”

Terry rolled her eyes.

“YEAH well….. it’s hit Kev hard…..”

Fred couldn’t resist a light rib.

“Maybe you should try shagging Dean instead. Wouldn’t want to get demoted from fucking the team captain.”

She screwed up her face.

“EWWWWWW JESUS FRED!”

He snickered as Terry pretended to vomit.

“Jesus that is a mental image I’m going to have to physically remove from my brain with pliers…. But seeing as you’ve put it there Fred… I’m gonna ask you for a favour.”

His eyebrows raised, and a hint of defensiveness entered his tone.

“Oh Yeah? Well… fine but, where were you for the past few weeks?”

“Dude, I’m sorry about not texting… Honestly, I am.”

“Not at the time.”

“Well… I liked Kevin!… I was hoping it might get serious…”

“Yeah, but you can still have friends.”

She leaned forwards.

“Okay I get it… It was just a passionate, spur-of-the moment thing, right? I got swept up in it… But Fred, can you talk to her?”

His temple throbbed, expression souring.

“Huh? To Jane?!”

She nodded quickly.

“Yeah! For you.. for me… just for a bit. It works out for everyone!”

His expression became colder.

“Why? If you want to get Kevin back as captain so bad then ask her yourself!…..”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okay look…. Just because Jane broke up with you, doesn’t m-“

His eyes bugged out.

“BROKE UP WITH ME?!? Whoa, no… no she didn’t break up with me!!.”

Terry’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh! I just assumed…..”

“Why would you assume that?”

Her cheeks went red.

“Well… I just thought… ya know… looking at you guys…. But it’s cool, I thought you were cute together..!”

He sniffed.

“Whatever.”

She lowered her voice.

“May I ask why you guys uh…… broke up?”

He went quiet.

“Well uh….. she got… aggressive….”

“She hit you?!” she hissed.

“What?! NO! No she just… kinda…. Used me…”

Terry’s cheeks began to turn red, and Freddie realised she was imagining the scenario in her head.

“.. And I’m not sure if she really likes me.”

“Well… okay… Did you talk to her about it?”

He sighed.

“Well… I did… but now I’m wondering if she can control it…. I mean you should have seen her, I was like some sort of…. Of rag doll or something. A fleshlight with lungs and a fully functioning set of kidneys.”

“Aw Fred…. That sucks….”

“Yeah..”

“……I mean it also sounds pretty hot.”

“For FUCK’S SAKE TER…. I’m trying to…..I mean… yeah but….”

“But did you like it?”

He gulped like a fish for a moment as he remembered the eyes of a blond tiger, rampaging her hips against his ass, spearing him with her engorged member.

“N… Well…..”

She snickered, noting his cheeks had gained a rosy tint.

“Fred, maybe you guys just need to get your boundaries straight, so she needs to understand how you feel and be mindful of it.. go talk to her!”

She leaned forwards.

“… also can you also do it because Dean is kind ruining my future husband’s mojo.”

Fred huffed.

“Oh okay, SURE, I guess I need to help you get ploughed every night…. You probably wouldn’t even be here if Kevin was still on top of you, right?”

“Hey, it’s…. It’s not like that….!”

He sniffed.

“Glad you’ve got your priorities sorted…. Was that the only reason you really wanted to see me? Be honest.”

“What, NO, it’s not! Look I’m sorry for not texting and all that… and I know I’ve been kinda missing…. But Kevin…he could be the one…. just like I’m pretty sure YOU think Jane might be the one…”

His throat tightened.

“I don’t think-“

She cut him off

“Oh COME ON, you guys looked like you were freaking drunk whenever you walked around each other in training!”

Warmth came to his cheeks as Terry leaned in.

“Dude.. Does she… care about you? Like, not just physically I mean?”

“Well…”

She always supported him in the team, tough though her methods could be.

Tried to improve him.

Through encouragement.

Tough love.

That didn’t excuse her aggression, but….

“I mean… sure….”

Her gigantic schlong waved in the air in his imagination.

‘STOP IT.’

“Maybe all she wants to do to me is…. Just…urm…”

He trailed off into silence.

“Fuck your butt?” finished Terry sweetly.

Fred grimaced.

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“JUST, shut up…”

She guffawed.

“OH come on!!… it’s kinda funny though.”

He rubbed his arm before responding, trying to keep his voice low in case anyone in the neighbouring booths heard.

“Terry…. Listen… you’re joking about all this but you weren’t there when I needed you …. once you started hanging out with Kevin I wasn’t even a third wheel….. I became like…. like the deflated tyre or something.”

She waved a hand at him in theatrical fashion.

“Oh COME ON, you’re not a wheel… you’re irreplaceable, like a part of the engine, the gizmojabsit or something…. And we were in the good bit of the relationship, don’t tell me you weren’t focused on your Janey when she was giving you that D!”

He glowered, something in his temple throbbing as he flashed a glance behind him to check no-one had heard.

“Will you STOP SAYING that?!”

“WHAT? It’s a fact!”

“Well it’s not funny, so just cut it out… I still answered texts and stuff whilst I was with her!”

Terry’s smile was mischievous.

“Maybe she didn’t give you enoughD.”

Fred’s temple throbbed harder.

“You know what? I’ll GO and ask her about the softball, but that’s it… then I’m moving to freakin’ KANSAS or something…so I’m not… not used by you assholes…”

Terry raised an eyebrow as he threw a ragged-looking twenty dollar bill on the table.

“Fred, come on….”

He got up and stormed past a waiter who barely managed to hold onto the glasses he was carrying.

“WATCH it dude!”

People stared after him as the young figure running through the swinging front doors.

She looked on with a soft expression.

“Fred….?”

He didn’t look back.

***

A few days later….

“WOAH Coach, what happened?!?”

Charlene’s mouth was open in shock, eyes drawn straight first to the left arm enclosed in a white sling and then to the small cuts across Coach Matherson’s face.

Zoey gasped, and more began to gather around.

“Are you okay?”

“Goodness Coach!”

“Minor accident… nothing serious,” she responded, wishing the inside of the cast wouldn’t itch so much as more confused faces turned to see what the commotion was.

“Oh Coach!!”

“Hey, is Coach alright?”

“Like I said, it’s MINOR… I was jogging and a car clipped me… my fault…. now can we all GATHER IN PLEASE!”

She winced as a little pain flared from her elbow to her wrist.

Dean’s eyes seemed to go round like silver coins.

“Oh Jane… it appears you’re injured… Look if you want to sit this one out, I’ll be more than happy to-.”

“NO, I’m perfectly capable…” she said quickly.

He pouted, stepping closer.

“But giving everyone less than one hundred percent might not be fair when they require rugged, full-on coaching!”

“I’ll manage,” she responded, trying to clench her jaw with the same intensity she usually managed. “EVERYONE IN.”

The team complied although all eyes lasered on the injury.

‘Best nip this in the bud early.’

“Everybody, I just wanted to make it clear before the warm-up for those of you who have just got here that I am FINE…… Just know that you’re lucky I won’t be pitching fastballs anytime soon.”

There was a titter that spread through the crowd.

“Now, important news…. Recently I have decided… exacerbated by current circumstances…

Bob chimed in.

“Oh, what happened to your arm!”

“I’M FINE!” She snapped, and Bob recoiled.

“S.. sorry, Bob..” she muttered after, “Just…. A-as I was saying…. I think I will be in need of an assistant coach for the short term….”

Worried faces began to appear in the group as she glanced at Dean, taking a certain satisfaction at his smile lessening at the words ‘short-term’,

“So… as my assistant coach..”

The group bristled.

“….I will be appointing…..”

“Don’t, you freakin’ say it,” hissed Terry.

Jane looked at her in surprise, before composing herself.

“….Dean.”

The looks of shock on everyone’s face would have almost been funny if they hadn’t been mixed with intense disappointment. Kevin looked like he had something stuck in his throat, and Bob seemed to want to disappear inside his own head, mouth agape.

Stares lasered the man who was beaming, possessing a smile so pompous that it inspired revulsion in all who witnessed it.

“I am honoured!” said Dean, thumbs upping Jane and the team as he stepped forwards. “I will make sure to do my due diligence and approach the task as efficiently as possible!...”

Jane nodded quickly, cutting off the speech.

“Right… now, l-“

Dean raised his voice.

“..AND OF COURSE I will do my best to work alongside Jane here…”

Her lip curled.

… As well as I possibly can!”

“My name to you is still Coach… Assistant.”

Murmurs spread through the group as Dean’s sunny smile lost some of its lustre.

“Now warm-up the team.”

The briefly mirthful expressions in front of her turned to glowers as Dean pompously clicked his fingers and began to jog, not waiting for them to prepare themselves.

“Fuckin’ a-hole,” muttered Terry as she began to follow, loud enough that Dean’s expression darkened.

“Let’s all focus please! Terry take an extra lap.”

She huffed and took off, apparently keen on working off some of her aggression.

He led them in a medium-paced jog for two laps, doing odd arm movements that Jane was unsure would achieve anything. It didn’t matter, as long as they got warmed up in some fashion.

When they were back, everyone seemed strangely docile.

Jane glanced at the gate before beginning, a flash of milky white skin that she could only see in her head refusing to turn into reality.

“This week…. we’re going to work on your opening batting stance.”

“Exactly, stance is key!”

“Thank you Dean but please wait a moment.”

“Ah of course.”

“So, the first lesson is to have your feet as wide as comfortable, both feet facing the plate”

“Also always keep your elbows bent!”

“ONE MOMENT please Dean… as I was saying you hold the bat like this… in fact Bob if you could come to demonstrate for me….”

An inch before he was on the batting plate, a hand clapped on his shoulder.

He looked back into the face of his personal demon.

“Perhaps I should step in…”

Jane felt like she was suffering from a sudden onslaught of constipation as Dean stepped past Bob with his bat raised in an overly exaggerated stance.

“…Right.”

She waited for him to move as Bob traipsed back into line, then realized Dean was not planning to transition into a more workable stance.

“Right, well… first of all we can already make a few improvements to this.. we’ll need to get a little more relaxed, feet a little wider.”

Dean’s finger pointed to the air.

“But also we can stay high for mobility.”

“For….. Dean I think in the majority of cases it is more useful to be in a more athletic open stance as it allows for a lower centre of gravity, so if you wouldn’t mind getting a little lower…. Lower than that… Excuse me..”

She pushed down on one shoulder until Dean actually began to bend his knees slightly, going into a begrudging pose with his feet barely shoulder-width apart which Jane decided would have to do if they wanted to actually move onwards, her other arm aching.

“Secondly… hn…. we will make sure that the front elbow is face towards the ball….”

Dean’s voice was loud as he cut across her.

“Oh you seem to be in some pain, are you sure you’re well!?”

“I’m FINE!”

“Right, It just seems like you’re in some difficulty…. Also you forgot to tell them about the correct grip.”

“…. What Grip?”

“The keystone grip.”

“I… I’m sorry, I have never heard of a keystone grip… but personally I think a grip should be as comfortable as possible, door-knock knuckles lined up…”

“Maybe for amateurs…”

Jane ground her teeth.

“You know what? Let’s just run a drill and we can fix as we go.”

She turned her back on Dean who let out a huff as she glanced at the gate again, her arm not the only thing aching as she clutched her chest for a moment.

The feeling of his sweet cheeks clutching her rod as it spurted cum over his insides hit her in a split-second.

“…E…EVERYONE UP, we’re going to split into two lines, me and Dean will throw balls to the front of the line, each batter will….. will attempt to hit the targets we have placed in the outfield starting with the left, and then go to the back of the line. Left target first, right target second. Clear?”

Everyone nodded their heads, and then they were jogging into lines as Jane imagined him snug to her body, like a jigsaw piece perfectly sandwiched against her. Something in her pants began to inflate, and she had to dig her fingernails into her palm to stop it happening.

When she resurfaced, it was to the sight of Bob being ushered away from her line by a smug-looking Dean. He gestured to Charlene who moved further away, firmly planting herself in Jane’s line.

Jane growled, flexing her muscles, and immediately pain flared once more in her left arm.

“HHnnnn….”

As she wiped a dab of sweat from her brow she noticed her line was significantly longer than his.

“Ah, could a… few at the back of my line switch to Dean’s please.”

Terry and Kevin huffed and trudged across like they were being asked to volunteer as tribute.

‘Still uneven, but only by a few people. Whatever.’

She glanced at the gate again, more in habit than with hope, before continuing.

“So ah…. Yes, let’s start!”

She drew back and threw a mid-pace ball to Mo who blasted one into the target to the left.

Only a tiny bit of pain in her arm from the body-movement. Workable.

“Great strike, don’t roll your wrists too much, allow your body to provide the main power.”

He ran to the back, and then Stacey came to the front, her lips thin, a little unsurely raising her bat.

Jane’s frown deepened, and she curved back and launched a harder ball than the last, which Stacey gamely tried to connect with, missing the ball completely.

Stacey was usually quite reliable.

The woman looked rather forlorn in that moment.

“It’s alright, next one, eyes on the ball!”

“And the seams!” added Dean, making Jane grunt.

“Idiot,” she muttered.

The next ball was softer, and Stacey managed to get it to within a few metres of the target.

“Better!”

She traipsed to the back of the line.

Jane glanced over to see Dean busy pulling Bob’s bat upwards into what looked like an uncomfortable attempt to diminish the boy’s height.

“Dean, can we move along please?” she called.

Dean turned and begrudgingly nodded, trundling to the pitcher position before whirling and throwing a ball with all his might at Bob. The ball was slightly wide, and Bob gamely got himself into as good a stance as he could in the split second he was able, but still hitting clean air.

*SWOOSH*

“HOAH, come on Bob, that’s terrible! This was exactly why you didn’t make it to first base in the last match, what did I tell you about watching the seam…”

“B-but I wasn’t ready..”

“You should ALWAYS be ready!! I think we’d better try that again so everyone can see the problem here!”

Bob’s lower lip wobbled, and Jane watched the boy raise his bat out of the corner of his eye whilst she distractedly threw to her own line. Bob already looked defeated.

She called over.

“Slightly lower in stance Bob, aim for smoothness, not power!”

His chin raised, and he crouched a little.

Dean narrowed his eyes in her direction, and then once again release a ball quickly, intent on catching his opponent unaware.

Bob was ready this time, and managed to connect a semi-decent swing which popped away, not particularly close to the target, but certainly a hell of a lot better than hitting clean air.

“That’s at least first base!” called Jane.

“Nowhere near the target, shoddy!” shouted Dean, motioning with his arm for Bob to go to the back of the line.

Bob looked downcast once again.

“Fuck,” murmured Jane, before sending a vicious ball at Charlene who missed it entirely as it whizzed past her nose.

“OOOH!”

Jane put her hand up, wincing as the previous motion had caused pain to shoot up her left side.

“Oh, sorry Charlene!…. Sorry…”

The woman looked a little shaken, readying her bat for the next hit.

Jane gave her an easy take, and Charlene knocked it onto the target.

“Great hit! Sorry about that…. Good stance all round, don’t be afraid to put even more body into that swing.”

The woman seemed quite relieved, almost smiling as she bustled to the back of the queue.

“Come on Jane,” she muttered, “Get it together.”

As they continued and some semblance of normality took hold, the breeze became stronger, sun drifting lower, shadows beginning to crawl towards her as she rubbed her stomach.

With all that had taken place so far it felt like the practice session was more stressful than she needed it to be, her toe deciding at that moment to casually remind her that it too, hurt.

“Mmnn!”

Jane fire another ball at Zoey who slammed it home, then glanced over to see Kevin taking position in front of Dean, rolling the bat steadily between his fingers.

He looked like a member of a firing squad, about to execute a deserter.

Dean clearly sensed the hostility and jostled for a moment on the pitcher’s spot, before throwing a weak ball that barely made it the ten metres or so distance between them.

Kevin’s nostrils flared as he lined up and powered the ball with every last taut muscle in his body, sending the heavy object back where it had come from with venom.

“GLUH!”

Gasps came from the line as Dean doubled over, the ball having connected directly with his stomach, and he collapsed to the floor.

There were titters and gasps from the team, and a tiny smirk of satisfaction came to Kevin’s lips. Jane glared at him until she caught his eye. As soon as he realised she was looking, his gaze dropped to the floor, stalking to the back of the line.

The lines of people shuffled, everyone unsure how to proceed as she marched over to check Dean was alright, slapping away a hand which reached out to stop her looking.

“Hang on, let me check it.”

“M’fine,” he winced.

She pulled his shirt up a bit and saw what looked like a nasty bruise. Nothing serious.

Lucky. He got hit hard enough to break a rib.

“Let’s take five people, Charlene please take Dean to have that checked at the sports centre.”

Everyone walked away as she watched Kevin marching away, Terry racing after him.

Her brow furrowed.

She’d never seen Kevin possessing a mean streak before.

Jane considered going to talk to him and Bob after the game as she usually would, but then glanced at the gate again. Her stomach knotted.

On second thoughts, she wasn’t really up for those sorts of talks right now.

***

Dean caught her as they were finishing up with a minor game between them, a quickfire version of the game that involved teams swapping once everyone had got a hit.

“So… how is Freddie?” he muttered.

Her heart ached, jaw tightening.

She had never wanted to turn and run from a conversation more than this one.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Well, that’s great, back on the market then!”

“….”

“What did you see in Freddie in the first place? Honestly I wish I know..”

She trembled.

‘Optimism…. Affection…A competitive streak…Softness…’

Not to mention that ass.

Warmth began to flow to her chest and groin, but guilt and shame drew it away again, leaving a cold emptiness.

“It’s… nothing…. I have to go pick up equipment.”

“Look, you’re hurt, let me help…”

“Well if you want to do it then fine!” she snapped.

He gazed at her quizzically.

“I mean I can of course!”

She grunted.

Dean lightened his tone, lowering his voice.

“Jane… are you sure you’re in the right frame of mind to be making decisions?”

“It’s Coach..”

“Yes, yes Coach… but… I mean you’re clearly in pain..”

She closed her lips and watched Terry jogging around to third base, looking disgruntled, Bob stood in the outfield, barely watching the game, lost in his own thoughts.

“… and seeing as you’re not in full shape, maybe they need someone who can steady the ship for the short term?”

Jane rolled her tongue in her mouth.

She had been distracted, it was true.

Another glance at the gates.

Her arm ached.

“Mnn..”

If she wasn’t willing to have those conversations with her team… If she couldn’t demonstrate to them… if she wasn’t focusing…

Her arm throbbed again, as if confirming her fears.

“… Two weeks,” she said in a resigned voice.

“Huh?”

“I’ll… take two weeks off.”

Dean’s eyes lit up.

“Right, absolutely, a wise decision!”

“Yes…. I’ll talk to the club chairman… He might have his own ideas on who goes in, as there are some junior coaches who might want to take over.”

Dean winked.

“Oh don’t worry… I play golf with the chairman every week, shouldn’t be an issue!”

Jane sighed. It seemed like there was no real point in arguing at this stage.

“Right… Well, no time like the present to break the news I guess.”

She puffed up her lungs and found them oddly deflated as she stood up.

“Guys, GATHER IN!…”

People stopped and wandered over, some still conversing or not realising what was going on until the rest began to converge.

“…. Please…”

She waited until they were all in a circle.

“I have an announcement to make….”

Everyone tensed up.

The last few announcements had not signalled good news.

Her eyes lingered on Bob, brow creased, looking morose, Mo and Claire looking restless, Terry with a mirthless expression, nudging Kevin who didn’t meet her eye.

“I’ll be… stepping down for a period.”

Gasps and groans thrummed through the air.

“What!!”

“WHY?”

“Coach, come on!”

“Whyyyyy, we’ll play better next game!”

Disappointed faces gazed at her as she placed her hands in the air for silence, and they respectfully fell quiet.

“I’m not feeling right physically, or mentally… I need time to get back to it…”

She glanced at the gates.

“… And… and I ask that you respect my decision… “

A few murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“In my stead….”

Nobody was surprised at the following words.

“….Dean will be coaching the team.”

The group didn’t say anything. They had all seen it coming, and when Dean stepped up their expressions were defeated, apart from Terry who was glaring with open hatred.

“Thanks Jane….!”

Jane nodded.

“Right, everyone let’s finish up with some throwing drills.”

Jane pulled away and settled herself on the bench as they got in one line, grabbing a ball each.

One by one they began to throw the ball into the net fixed metres away from them.

Charlene readied herself to throw.

Dean was on her immediately.

“Now focus yourself, losing concentration can cost you a game in a second!”

Her brow furrowed, and she threw.

The ball nestled sweetly in the net.

She sighed in relief, and Dean’s lip thinned, but he said nothing.

Kevin came forward and threw the ball casually into the net.

“Great stuff!” enthused Dean, “that’s how it should be done!”

Bob up next.

Jane could see the miss before he even stepped up, and Dean’s eyes lit up as the boy dried one of his palms on his shirt.

“Come on then, let’s see what you have for me THIS time!”

He lobbed a ball high and wide.

“Typical! What ARE we going to do with you!” crowed Dean.

Jane stared at the entrance to the ground, imagining Freddie running to her, radiant skin catching the sunlight as he jumped and wrap his arms around her.

Unnoticed by Jane, Terry snuck to the side of the field with a determined look on her face, and withdrew her phone.

***

*DING*

Fred grabbed the phone, slumped in his chair.

Terry.

He grunted.

She’d sent a picture.

His eyes widened, and something squeezed his heart as he looked at an angel with her arm in a sling, cuts across the left side of her face, sitting forlornly on the bench at the field.

Without quite realising what he was doing, car-keys were in his hands and he was sprinting downstairs. He was shoving down the handbrake already before he realised he still hadn’t changed the flat tyre.

“SHIT!”

He pulled his key free and checked he had his wallet with him, before sprinting to the bus stop.

“Come on,” he muttered.

He’d definitely not reach the field in time if it was by bus.

Maybe he should get a taxi?!

He resigned himself to waiting and going straight to her home to catch her after the game, restless energy zipping through his limbs as he adjusted himself on a bench that no matter how he sat, didn’t get any more comfortable.

Five minutes.

Freddie glanced at his watch and wished he had just ordered a taxi.

Ten minutes.

The breeze seemed to be patting him on the forehead, as if congratulating him for being such an idiot.

Twenty minutes.

The bus that did eventually arrive was painfully slow, pulling up like it was driving through treacle, and Freddie jumped on so fast he dropped his wallet, scrabbling around for it before slapping a few dollars on the side.

When he fell into a seat, he couldn’t make it more comfortable no matter how he sat on it.

The drive there was the opposite of a blur, the buildings stationary, the roads longer, every stop light making him want to grab the steering wheel, every tiny line of traffic making him wish he were in an armoured vehicle so they could plough through everyone.

Whenever he looked at the faces that crossed the road in front of him, it seemed as if they were goading, mocking him with their indifference.

“OH comeon, comeon, comeon…”

A lifetime passed before the mini car-park wove into view.

‘FINALLY.’

He slammed the breaks, or would have if he had any control over the situation, instead running to the door and jabbing the stop button in frustration as the bus continued on.

“Hey can you let me out here?!”

“Designated stops only,” came a bored-sounding voice.

Fred gripped the handrail tight, foot tapping faster and faster as he watched the house disappear behind them, throwing an exasperated glance at the serenely uninterested driver.

After a painful two minutes, the bus begrudgingly pulled up at the next stop.

“FInally,” Fred grunted as he threw himself clear and began high-tailing it back the way they had come, lungs heaving in air for the sprint.

He huffed as the pavement seemed to stretch in front of him. The distance had seemed so much shorter in the bus….

He pounded the tarmac, wind at his back, forcing him on towards his destination.

Soon, legs aching, he was rushing to the front entrance of the rather modern-looking building, thankful that the downstairs door was open, flying through it and ascending the stairs so fast that his knees were shaking.

When he reached the first floor, the last door on the left suddenly seemed a mile away.

He slowed to a walk, lungs bursting, and realised he had no idea what he was going to say.

‘Just… Check she’s okay.…’

He took a deep breath.

One step at a time.

‘Yeah. I’ll just check she’s okay… maybe tell her about Terry’s problems, leave it with her, and that’s all.’

Five.

‘Maybe she doesn’t want to see me..?’

Four.

The hallway light flickered a little above his head.

Three.

‘No, it’ll be fine.’

Two.

‘Maybe this was a bad idea..’

One.

He stopped and, after a pause, rapped his knuckles three times on the white door.

For a moment there was silence, and then the latch scraped metal, and a crack in the door appeared, security chain jangling.

He glimpsed a large worn ‘Wildcats’ team hoodie with a hole on the right side which came down to the top of white thighs, subtle signs of stubble on the naked legs below it, and he caught a flash of dishevelled blond hair, plus a blue eye which immediately bugged out of its socket.

“Uh….. Hi?”

The door slammed closed.

He heard some thumping sounds, and then silence.

“Jane?”

After ten seconds he knocked again.

*Thnk-Thnk*

He tapped his foot, heart beating a little quicker as quiet clatters emanated from the back of the flat before footsteps made their way towards him.

When she answered the second time, security chain pulled aside, Jane was now wearing jeans and a V-neck t-shirt which showed a decent amount of cleavage, although she kept it tantalisingly just out of sight behind the door.

“Oh!”

It seemed as if she had put on some rough makeup too, a hint of lipstick overrunning the left corner of her mouth.

The tiny scratches on her cheek made the gorge rise in his throat.

“Oh… hi Fred.”

He could tell she’d just tried to brush her hair. Either way it was impossible for her not to look beautiful.

“Jane…I saw you got hurt…”

She looked surprised, hiding her left side.

“I’m…. how do you know that..”

“Terry.”

“Hm. Right…. Of course.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine….”

“If you’re fine then show me.”

She slid protectively further behind the door.

“I’m fine.”

He stepped into the gap and squeezed through her token efforts to stop him, revealing the left arm propped against her body and covered in plaster.

Her right hung limply by her side, defeated.

Despite towering over him, she seemed strangely small.

“Jane…”

“Look, I told you I’m FINE.”

“What HAPPENED?”

She groaned.

“I just… got into an accident, that’s all.”

“What accident??”

She huffed.

“Well, I was jogging up in the hills…dark…. no fluorescent gear… Car clipped me. Stupid.”

“Clipped you? Jesus Momm-… JANE… is it uh?… um…. painful?”

Her eyes scanned him, and he was sure her chest had inflated slightly upon noticing his Freudian slip.

“No.”

It was impossible not to notice that she was clearly not wearing a bra at that moment, the outline of her nipples making him lose his footing for a moment.

“R-really?.... Gosh Jane, I wish I’d…”

He jittered for a moment.

“…I wish you’d told me…. How bad is it then?”

He made to touch her arm and she jerked back, wincing as the movement brought an obvious glimmer of pain to her face.

“I-I’m fine, I went to the hospital, just a few broken bones.. they gave me a cast, and… I’m all good.”

His gaze flicked to inside the appartement.

There were what looked like ice cream stains on the table near the TV, and branded tissues from a Japanese takeaway service that she hadn’t managed to scramble out of view.

“Jane… Is uh… is everything alright?”

“With the softball team? Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“No, no I mean with you.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again, flicking some blond out of her face.

“Uh, yeah… yeah everything is just great.”

Her posture seemed quite defensive in that moment.

Suddenly something twigged in Fred’s mind, and his eyes widened, realising what ice cream, tissues and takeaway might mean.

“Wait, is….. someone else here?”

Dizziness hit him at the thought, a noose wrapping around his neck as his eyes suddenly swept every inch of the room for a tuft of hair, a hint of clothing.

‘She wouldn’t…. but she might…. Who wouldn’t want to date Jane? She’s PERFECT…”’

As he craned his neck she responded quickly.

“NO, no no-one’s here!”

Freddie’s heart, which had gone from a thousand to a million beats per minute, started to come down from pumping itself to death.

“Right!… great…”

“Why?”

His lips were dry as he searched for a response.

“Uh… just… checking you’re okay….”

Her lips curved into such a subtle upwards arch it was hard to say if it qualified as a smile.

“Well, like I said… I’m fine.”

It brought warmth to his chest.

“I… Jane….”

“No really… I’m great… but thank you for coming to check on me.”

She tried to look stern, but he could tell she didn’t have the steel in her that she usually possessed.

He lost himself for a moment.

‘God she looked beautiful’

Especially when she tried to hide her worries, the creases just above her nose, the thinning lips which tried to hide their fullness.

But then, she looked beautiful in any situation.

He fiddled with his shirt, and the words left his lips before he could pull them back in.

“Well… look, if you need anything…”

It seemed as if a frog was trying to escape her mouth, waving her hand.

“That’s… that’s sweet…. but, I’m all good, honestly….”

His throat was dry.

“Right…. how are you gonna coach?”

“Not for the foreseeable.”

“Right… Well you’ll have some… free time right?...”

They shared a painful, drawn-out moment, Freddie not wanting to leave, Jane wishing for the same, neither able to bring themselves to say it.

During the silence Fred couldn’t help looking south, her now hardened nipples dragging his eyeballs towards breasts with their own gravitational pool, and he had to wrench his gaze around the room for anything that would mean he wasn’t staring straight at the bazookas aimed at his face.

“Hey uh… nice.”

He cocked his head, and Jane glanced up at the Red Cutter’s basketball jersey suspended behind glass on the wall.

“Deshawn Kolu…. A little before your time, bitch…. BOY! Before your time boy…”

A pained look crossed her face, and Fred’s heart twerked in his chest at the fact that she said his filthy nickname out loud.

Heat crept down from Fred’s chest to his belly, threatening to go even further south.

‘For the love of God… don’t get riled up… just be casual….”

“Ha well… I’m more of a Darius Gunnings fan.”

Her lips crept into a challenging smile.

“Wow, I thought you had better taste… everyone knows Deshawn Kolu was the real MVP back then.”

“Oh yeah?? How come all I see are Gunnings highlights!”

Jane’s eyebrow rose, and it seemed like the weight of the world left her shoulders for a moment.

“Because he calls himself ‘the greatest’ every time they shove a microphone in front of his hole…. Let me guess, you’ve been watching Last Shot right? I’ll admit it’s certainly entertaining, although I’ve heard it gets some of the facts a little awry ….”

He became animated, stepping closer.

“… Uh… I was planning to watch it, actually haven’t got round to it yet!”

“Really? You have to, you’d love it! You know, I’ve got Netflix… if you wanted…”

The two of them locked eyes, and lost in his large pretty dishes with effeminate lashes she almost faltered for a second.

“…. To… to watch it here…. Decent screen too….I mean not if you don’t want to….. it’s fine....”

Fred’s ears pricked.

“Well uh…. That’s.… Maybe one….”

“There’s uh… there’s popcorn as well….” Jane added, trying to sound casual as she drilled her memory for any enticements to help him stay. She wasn’t even sure if she did have popcorn.

“… And I was going to watch it too anyway… I’ve seen the first episode… But I’d like to see it again…”

She didn’t mention that she’d ploughed through the whole series.

Fred’s eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment, and he blinked, turning the other way.

“I’m… I-if that’s cool.. Sure…”

Jane’s blood began roared in her ears, the hairs on her arms standing up.

“….Although I shouldn’t stay too long after…”

“Sure, no problem, absolutely,” babbled Jane, wishing her heart would stop beating so loudly as she attempted to vault from the couch to the kitchen area, wincing as it disturbed her left arm.

“Mhhnn!”

“Jane… Maybe you shouldn’t run with-“

“Have a seat!” she called, a pained smile on her face, “If you want to!”

He watched in exasperation, placing himself on the couch, opposite where he had been fucked into a dick-drunk stupor.

Heat settled in his crotch.

‘Maybe don’t think about that.….’

Nonetheless the nerves rose up, and he pushed a little further from that side of the couch.

“Popcorn, popcorn..” Jane muttered under her breath, trying not to sound feverish as she wrenched cupboards and drawers open like she was robbing her own flat.

“I-it’s no bother, if you can’t find it…..” called Fred as he watched her casing the kitchen, cupboard doors flying in a hail of bangs like an audio re-enactment of the civil war.

“NO, it’s fine!” gasped Jane in a higher pitch than she had intended, “It’s right here!!!”

Her arm rattled around the shelves, jars cast aside, and tins exhumed from their hiding places.

“H…HERE!”

She clutched a tattered popcorn kernel bag in her hand like it was an Olympic gold medal.

“R…right,” said Fred, rather nonplussed at her out-of-breath power pose as she checked the instructions and threw the bag in the microwave.

“Three minutes….”

She jabbed the button and the microwave began to hum as Jane prayed for the kernels to rise.

Fred was already wandering how good an idea it was to stay as Jane gazed at the microwave like it contained a divine totem, worshipping the bag that was beginning to crackle and rise, bathed in golden light.

It was quite odd seeing someone usually so purposeful and in control wearing such a frantic smile, and when the ritual was completed he couldn’t help a smile as she carefully eked the last dregs of the bag into a large bowl, some falling on the floor as she manoeuvred with her one good arm, and wove past the counter towards him, presenting it.

“Thanks,” he said, a little touched at how hard she was trying as he accepted the bowl from her and settled down on the sofa.

It was kinda cute.

“You should remove your jacke….”

She stopped, remembering that she was not supposed to force any decisions on him.

“.. I mean.. it’s fine, whatever’s comfortable..”

The last thing she wanted was for him to walk out of her life again.

Jane shut her lips tight, seating herself on the far side of the bowl, with her hand placed in her lap, back straight, up against the opposite arm of the couch like she was sat on a plane window seat next to an unsavoury individual.

His eyebrows rose after a few seconds as he realised she was quite content to sit there watching a blank screen, and he slid his hands over to the remote, at which point Jane seemed to come back to reality.

“AH, yes… of course, no you can….It’s fine…”

Fred thought about suggesting that she should do it but decided not to push her into full panic mode, eyes a little wider than normal.

After a minute or so of fiddling ‘The Last Shot’ was loaded and ready to play.

“Are the lights too bright?” said Jane suddenly, jumping up and marching to the light switch.

“N-no it’s f….”

The room was plunged into darkness, and Fred sighed as Jane felt her way back to the couch.

“..ine.”

Jane seated herself, and Fred became aware that she had accidentally seated herself closer than before in the low light, right next to the popcorn.

‘I guess that’s no problem…..’

Then the documentary began, and both watchers began the process of fixing their eyeballs on the giant screen in front of them whilst every other sense attempted to grab a whiff, a taste, a hint of the other person sat within touching distance on the sofa, swathed in darkness and separated only by the width of a popcorn bowl.

Fred thought he could just catch her smell, the outdoorsy taste tinged with that floral perfume.

*In the eighties, only two players successfully dominated the game of basketball…. Deshawn Kolu, and Darius Gunnings….*

Jane snorted, her nostrils flaring.

“Sure Henderson, apart from the fact you wouldn’t be able to tell an MVP from a college dropout.”

“Shhhh,” grinned Fred, aiming a tiny shove in her direction.

Jane felt the light push on her right shoulder and went warm, her crotch becoming intensely uncomfortable tucked underneath her.

‘Oh …. Well that was probably inevitable…. I can’t let Fred see it, but it’ll be awful if I don’t give it some room, I can’t keep it underneath me for forty minutes…’

*WHAT A SCORE, THAT’S GUNNINGS AGAIN!*

She glanced at Fred and, once she was sure he was fixated on the screen, dipped her hand beneath the rim of her pants. A short shuffle and she moaned as the pressure released, now running down the inside of her trouser leg. It was much more comfortable having it clamped to her thigh instead of tucked away, although she wasn’t sure if she had escaped with her little outburst. She peeked over at him, to see him still motionless, staring at the screen.

Fred continued to keep his eyes in a long stare without seeing a single thing on-screen, his brain too busy focusing on the fact that Jane had just re-adjusted her pants.

‘Concentrate, you’re just here to make sure she’s okay and watch the documentary….What she does with her massive cock is her own concern…..’

Saliva began to fill his mouth as he imagined the weight of it on his face..

*You can’t do anything, when he steps back… you might as well light up a cigarette….*

He swallowed and redoubled his efforts to focus, but the more he tried to listen to the basketball, the less he cared as Jane moved her leg slightly, and the tiny movement was like a glacier collapsing in his peripheral vision. Freddie blinked twice, redoubling his efforts to stay engaged with the content being put in front of him.

His hand snuck into the bowl, and as it did, it met another hand doing the same thing.

For a short while nobody moved as their skin brushed each other, like corresponding magnets unable to release, until, eventually, Coach Matherson pulled her hand out.

Fred couldn’t help his shoulders slumping.

It took him a long time to remove his hand from the bowl and shove some popcorn into his mouth.

They both crunched away quietly.

*So did I think I would be the greatest of all time when I was a kid? Hell yes I did…*

Jane snorted.

“Jeez, the ego on this guy.”

“Hey, it’s why he’s the greatest”, responded Fred, relaxing back on the couch.

She leaned over and placed her hand on his knee.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but he’s just not the greatest, okay?”

The light playing of her grin and smouldering eyes took his breath away.

“Yeah, you’re just jealous.”

She took her hand away and snorted.

“Of what.”

He leaned over and squeezed her leg in response.

“The three championships the Hornets won in a row?”

Her eyes grew wicked.

“Hey, I may only have one arm, but I will wrestle you over this.”

“You couldn’t beat me with two arms, let alone one,” he chuckled.

“Excuse me?!”

They were both closer now.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Well why don’t we see right now!”

“Sorry, I’m out of practice at attacking disabled people,” he grinned.

A large hand closed around his bicep, and suddenly popcorn was flying everywhere as he was hauled onto her, tittering as they began a careful arm wrestle, Fred making sure to keep Jane’s left hand from being involved as he put both his hands on her right arm and tried to push it to the sofa.

“MMNNN!”

Jane grinned, baring her teeth as she used all her power to almost force his hands backwards, and Fred’s heart pounded in his chest as he witnessed her strength, popcorn crunching beneath them as they pushed against each other.

She was almost holding him with just one arm.

“You can’t… beat me….. with one…” panted Fred, slowly pushing her arm back.

“Like that’s…. something to brag about…” she responded, chest heaving, and eventually she yielded with a release of her muscles, the two of them leaning back.

It took a few moments to come to terms with the fact that Fred was straddling her, the two of them breathing heavily.

He let go of her arm, fingers itching to touch the barely concealed breasts threatening to stare him down.

Their eyes locked.

*…never looked back, I worked day in, day out, but at the end of the day… you always gotta take that shot…*

Fred slowly let go of her arm, and sat up, his hands in front of him, unsure where to go next.

Jane’s free hand settled on his thigh.

*…If you don’t take those risks… go through that pain… make the decision and DO it… you’re never gonna make it…...*

Blue eyes pierced his soul.

He didn’t move.

She rubbed gently up and down his leg.

Blood was pounding in Fred’s ears.

‘Don’t…. do it.’

He took hold of her wrist.

“……We…. we do it my way,” he whispered.

She nodded, too scared to move or say anything in case this chance to feel him slipped away.

“Okay,” he breathed after a moment, bringing himself up to straddle further up Jane’s legs, facing her.

Jane fought every muscle fibre and nerve ending in her body, all of it instinctively trying to bring her arms to his sides, instead allowing him to lead her hand to the couch where she planted it, nails gouging deep tears in the material as Freddie took his time, watching her with a quizzical expression as he placed one hand on her chest.

Her eyes begged him to squeeze, puppy-dog like as Fred finally gave the slightest pressure from the tips of his fingers.

“Hnn.”

She couldn’t help herself, a bit of wetness appearing on her lips. Freddie squeezed again, and Jane wondered if she would be able to control her arousal, her crotch already inflating to full mast, a hard outline against her thigh which was rubbing Freddie’s underside as he worked.

His fingers floated to the bottom of her shirt, and he raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.

“Yes,” she whispered, a pleading nod confirming it. She was so worked up that when he began to pull upwards she let out a soft whimper like a cowed dog.

“Hnn..”

After managing to fiddle it over the cast with a few breathless smiles, Fred was finally able to witness her tits once more, the bold curves that were so inviting, nipples so hard they looked like they might burst.

His hands found them.

“Oh God…”

Jane sobbed. Her body had become extremely sensitive having not touched herself in days, unable to do so without thinking about him at which point her mind would roll back into self-pity, leaving her balls so blue that she was sure they now contained a pacific ocean’s worth of hot cum. Those lithe fingers sliding across her breasts were now sending devilish messages to her brain..

“Hnn,” muttered Fred as he squeezed her breast a little harder, feeling the warmth of it, the soft, glandular tissue pushing back, resisting the deeper he squeezed.

“Ghh, Jes…!”

Jane shuddered as the boy took his time, and she felt an almost-hatred like arousal building in her, demanding to be sated.

The hand on the sofa quivered, and she clawed even deeper, the sound of the cushion being punctured coming out as quiet ‘*pop*s as Fred worked his way around her engorged areolas, the nipples already achingly hard. Her left could only ache as she tried not to tense the muscles there.

‘Just fucking ride it you… you FUCKING little.…’

Jane tried not to demean him in her head, but her rampaging lust had already labelled him public enemy number 1, sweat dappling her skin as she held it all back, the growing darkness egging her towards attack-mode, her brain going fuggy in the haze of lust.

Fred’s mouth opened in the somewhat gormless expression that he made when he was completely engrossed in something, and her abdominals compressed into steel plates as he brought his head forwards and began to suck on her left breast.

“God, UHnnn...!” she nearly squealed, choking it to a whisper.

His tongue felt rough, wet and wonderful on the sensitive bud.

‘suck it, suck it you LITTLE ….…..’

“UUhhhh…Y-yeah.. oh God…”

Stay strong, she begged herself, as Fred closed his eyes and finally enjoyed the warmth of Jane’s body again, the power of it.

The woman squirmed under his touch, the boy eagerly panting as he suckled on the teat of his muse.

‘CHRIST HE’S JUST BEGGING FOR IT.’

It was the most excruciating enjoyment she’d ever experienced, every second seeming to take an age as his hands worked their way down her ribcage, tracing the tiny rolls of fat, plus the hard ridges between her muscles, stopping to tickle her belly button.

A snarl came to her lips, and she had to swallow it down with a pained moan as Freddie’s eyes grew wide, and he paused suction.

She tried to soften her gaze, cheek twitching, looking close to tears as she held every bone-deep instinct to tear him to shreds in check, chaining her inner beast.

Her whole attention was taken by this moment, Freddie the only thing that mattered in the universe.

He tickled a little further down towards her hardness.

‘It’s like he is trying to goad me… OH GOD…..’

*ZZZZZZZzzzzzzT*

The sound of a zipper slowly being opened was like a symphony to Jane, and a staccato gasp signalled that gentle fingers had wrapped themselves around her cock.

Pre-cum spurted from her shaft and landed on Freddie’s shirt, and he whimpered as he squeezed the toy he had missed so much.

Jane felt like she might pass out, tight whines issuing from her throat as she watched his fingers play down and up the vein, teased the slit, gave a few slow, intimate wanks of her shaft that had her begging for release… and then Freddie could wait no more, clambering from her lap and assuming a position of total humility, on his knees in front of her, almost drooling as he beheld the shaft of a superior human being in front of him.

The smell of a virile cock began to emanate.

Jane didn’t care…. All she cared was that he could smell it.

She saw his nostrils flutter and something in Freddie switched, mouth opening, eyes becoming unfocused.

When he made eye contact again, Jane had to beg her dick not to spew its load straight entirely at the desire emanating from them, pull herself back from covering the boy in her juices as he opened his mouth, the two of them savouring the moment…

Finally, fucking finally, his lips fell on the head of her cock.

“Fina…finnnnaly!” moaned Jane, failing to keep her thoughts from spilling out of her mouth as she buried her claw in the shredded cushions, attempting to anchor herself with fists clinched so tight that she could have hung from the ceiling as the whore lips she had missed so much glazed the surface of her cock-skin in warm saliva.

“Mmmm!!”

His moan was advertisement worthy, a soulful hum of fulfilment as he settled in to graze on God’s most perfect cock, slipping his tongue under the edges of Jane’s helmet like he wanted to explore every crack of her womanhood.

Freddie clearly remembered that cock-sucking was something he was born to do.

He began slurping at the shaft, and Jane knew immediately that he had been waiting for this moment ever since she’d last seen him, the passion, the vehemence in trying to bury it in his throat, as if he would only be allowed to take home as much as he could fit.

*GLH-GLH-GLHGHHHHHHH!!!*

“OOHH Fuck!!…..”

Jane’s hand flew up from the sofa, and she managed to soften the hand that landed in his hair before she did something brutal like slam his face to the base of her crotch.

He paused…. And his hands came up to the back of his head, closing on hers.

“S-sorry, sorry,” managed Jane, until she whimpered in surprise as he pushed her fingers tighter into his hair, forcing himself down on her cock until he gagged.

“Glllllhhhhp!!”

Her heart felt like it was in overdrive, a pump pushing water through a firehose with such force that it might batter its way clean through her ribcage.

*The best thing about him….. he gave absolutely every drop of sweat he h……*

As Fred wretched, with her fingers in his hair… she tightened them.

He let go, waiting expectantly, mewling into her cock which sent vibrations of pure pleasure down to the base, and all the way up to the tip of her spine.

She pushed.

Soft, tight lips began to journey to the base of her cock.

“OOoh,” moaned Jane, overcome with the feeling of guiding her bitch down her cock once more.

Her hands began to quicken, the pace too slow to sate her needs, and Fred soon found himself bobbing up and down, quick *GLUGH-GLUGH-GLUGHs!* beginning to emanate from Jane’s lap as she gurned.

Freddie’s own cock was hard as a rock as he sucked with all his lungs to pull her cum up from her balls.

“GUHHH!”

Jane’s head jerked, and her fingers tightened in Fred’s hair to the point it was almost painful.

He spread his knees, no longer in control.

She began to slam her hips up into his face.

*GLPHHHHH!*

Saliva drenched her cock and Freddie’s face as it went red, but whenever she pulled him to the tip, he moaned and sucked it like it was his job, sometimes closing his eyes just to savour the experience, other times watching her through teary eyes as she began to use him.

‘Finally. FINALLY....’

She stared into his eyes as she began to pump her hips in and out along with snatching him onto it, and Freddie placed his hands on her thighs and accepted the harsh face-fucking, drooling and vacuuming his cheeks in like a good slut to push waves of pleasure into her body, lost in the best blowjob of his life as she used him like a gear-stick, shifting all the way to sixth as her dick motored into his throat.

“GLHHGHP-GLHPH-GPHLLHHhpgHLGHGp!!”

The sounds of heavy suction echoed around the flat, intermingled with the documentary which played off the glassy eyes of Jane, lost in a haze of complete bliss.

*Eventually, *GLUH-* Gunnings decided he needed a new *GLUH* challenge… and he would find it in Philad-*

*GLUH-GLUGH-GLUGH…!!*

She let go of his head and he somehow became even more fervent hilting her so that his nose was hitting her tummy.

“OhhhHHHHH!!!”

Jane was spasming, her left arm aching because she couldn’t help flexing it as the pleasure built in her core.

Then he talked, the word vibrating up her shaft as they locked eyes.

“Mphmmy.”

Jane nearly came right then as the tender label of affection slipped out of his mouth, and he bowed his head so she couldn’t see the tears of release. She saw them anyway.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m your Mommy,” she whispered back eagerly.

She began to moan whenever Freddie found that beautiful spot on her cock that was enslaving her to his mouth, and she stroked his cheek, clearing the tears as he lost himself totally in the mighty cock that had taken his virginity, twisted his sexuality, and stolen his spirit.

The only woman he wanted was on the end of this cock.

“Yeah bitch,” she moaned, and Fred moaned with her.

“MmmyyYYEEMHH!!”

A demented grin was scrawled on her features.

She was beyond heaven.

Then he made the sluttiest gag noise Jane had ever heard, and her eyes bugged out of her skull.

“Ohh-OH-OHHH!!!!”

It was too much; the pleasure of his tongue working its magic, the pornstar lips squeezed tight, the pressure around his cock too much to bear…. and Jane bellowed as her balls unleashed a torrent of jizz, the waves of her orgasm arching her spine as Freddie’s eyes bulged.

Cum ploughed into his throat, and he was already coughing before she grabbed the back of his head and kept him firmly in the firing line, spluttering and choking as weeks of thick goo clogged his stomach, his throat, his lungs.

The stench of her cum was even thicker than he remembered.

He closed his eyes and basked in it, tears rolling down his face.

It seemed never-ending, and he had to swallow like a fish as she sent both barrels, a maniacal look of utter ecstasy on her face as Freddie took her seed, swallowed it like a good whore.

“UHHHH-UHH-uHHh-!!!”

“MMGHLHH-HGHH-!”

The two figures spasmed against each other.

*-y he’s the greatest of all time, is that more than anything, it’s his mentali-*

The moans died away.

*-at allows him to do what he does….*

When the waves finally subsided, and the last *SPLURUGGE* hit the back of Fred’s throat, making him choke, Jane collapsed, sweat pouring from her forehead.

For a long while, the documentary rolled on, the two figures fused together, face to waist.

*-nd that’s that…. I’ve been your host Collin Henderson… next week, on ‘The last shot…’*

Jane’s eyes crawled downwards from the ceiling, resting briefly on the montage reel flickering in front of her, before coming down to a red face, blinking the tears of being a true cock-slut away.

It was harder to read his expression with her cock sat so impolitely in his mouth, but there was no mistaking the shock, humiliation, and desire warring on his delicate features.

She stroked his cheek again and he flinched.

“Oh, it’s okay… it’s okay…”

His lips pulled upwards to her head, until only her sensitive mushroom was in his mouth.

“Hu well that was… MMmmhh!…”

She whimpered in surprise as Freddie crawled back downwards, his task apparently incomplete as he sucked up and down, and then popped his lips free and began to lick the cream from the top of her ice lolly.

“Mmhh… Mhhh-*Glup*-MMMhhh....”

The sight of this young beauty savouring the taste of her seed imprinted itself on her psyche, and her jaw hung open as she watched the most glorious visual art she’d ever witnessed taking place in front of her.

He glanced up at her as he was kissing his way up her shaft, and she swooned.

“G… Good boy….”

He didn’t smile, but he did close his eyes and moan into the shaft, planting his lips firmly on the underside.

He loved it.

It seemed like he was revelling in her obelisk, noodling at the place where her shaft became a bit more pink on its way to the head, not quite skin but not quite the spongy material that came after it, veins like thick, pulsing rivers of blue that all led to the same destination of Mommy’s head.

Then he began to slurp the cum from the sides as Jane whimpered, in a prison of affection that only her boy could sate.

“MMmuhhhh…. Fuck…”

Perfection.

As the young man kissed the shaft, revelling in the last trickles of woman-juice, panther instincts in Jane began to growl.

‘FuckhimFuckhimFuckhim…..’

Fred moved back, jizz all over his chin like he’d been quaffing mayonnaise, his senses slowly returning. He paused during sucking down the last vestibules of cum into his mouth, eyes running up and down the heavy package lying on his face. A tender, raw look in his eyes seemed to acknowledge the sluttiness he had allowed himself to partake in.

Jane had the urge to pull him up and kiss him, but kept her hand on the sofa. Then she noticed a wet patch on his pants.

“Oh… Freddie…..”

When he looked up, they both shared a moment of intense need, of two humans in heat.

Jane pursed her lips.

Freddie teetered for a moment.

She placed a hand gently on his cheek.

“You okay?”

The boy looked shaken, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips.

“Y…yeah…”

His eyes searched for anywhere, and Jane didn’t dare do anything to frighten him, like a gazelle that had been spooked.

After a few seconds, he crept to his feet.

“I’ll… see you soon,” he whispered, cheeks red as he scrambled to the door, head so low he was almost staring at the floor.

Jane watched his ass disappear out of her door with her mast openly throbbing, waiting for more.

“Fuck,” she moaned, sinking back onto the sofa. The smile on her face was small, but filled with a joy that somehow lightened her whole expression.

She remained there, frozen, running over the crystal-clear Oscar-winning movie in her head, starring a young man licking cum off the sides of her raging erection.

She slid a hand down to the cock which was dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Her fingers tightened around it, and she pulled up and down.

Certainly a worthy winner in her books.

“Mhnnn….”

She began to steadily masturbate her shaft, closing her eyes as she pictured him on his knees, taking her dick deep in his throat, choking on it.

The wanks she had tonight were going to be abhorrently pleasurable.

The chugs got harder, and faster as she began to moan

Her Freddie was back.

She aimed the cock at her own mouth and imagined she was drilling his seed out of him.

The rifle of pleasure transformed into a long chute of white cream which hit her directly in the face.

“MPHHHHGGhhhuuhhh…!!”

The credits rolled in the background, forgotten as Jane only saw the image of Freddie sucking her cock over, and over, and over.

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