THE BOY IS MINE.

04. friendly competition

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HAVING ALREADY STARTED SCHOOL TASHI AND ANYA'S LITTLE COMPETITION DID NOT SEEM TO BE WORKING IN EITHERS FAVOR.
patrick, having won the match between him and art had been the one to get tashi's number. with him playing semi-professionally it wasn't like he had much time to see her so, when he asked her to be his girlfriend everyone was surprised. tashi accepted however, knowing this would throw anya off her game. the news hurt the girl pretty bad but she didn't show it knowing tashi got off on weakness.

"so is this the end of the bet?" anya asked. "nope i'm not with art am i?" "no?" "exactly so the bet's not over." tashi smiled. "hmm well on that note i think i'm gonna go practice, i'll see you later tash." anya waved before running to the practice court. there she saw patrick had returned from his time away. she was excited but she lingered, eavesdropping on their conversation before making her presence known.

"you've been stalking this girl around campus scared to talk to her like she hasn't had both of our dicks in her mouth." patrick teased. "why would you say that out loud?" art groaned at this statement.

anya laughed before she realized it sounded like they were talking about her. she thought now would be a good time to join them.
"hey guys what's up? i haven't seen you in a minute!" she beamed. "oh shit! you scared me." patrick laughed engulfing her in a hug. she lingered for a bit enjoying his musky scent before letting go. "you know art i think it's kinda rude that you know where my dorm is and don't visit. what kind of friend are you!" she feigned hurt. "yeah sorry about that just been busy you know." he was lying she could tell. that compiled with what she had heard made her want to confront him but she decided maybe it'd be best not to.

"well, i came here to ask you for a favor but i mean if you're that busy nevermind..." anya sighed. she started to walk away when she heard patrick whisper yelling at his friend to see what she wants. "anya!" art yelled. the girl looked back. "what do you need? maybe i can find time in my schedule!" anya smiled ear to ear. "well i was just wondering if you could help i don't know... train me? you know the season's starting soon and i really wanna reach my maximum potential?" she rambled.

truth be told anya didn't need help.

she was one of the best teen players in the united states, why would she need arts help? art knew that wasn't her true intent but he wanted to see where this would go.

"sure i think we could set something up. how do wednesdays at..." he looked at his watch. "...4:00 sound?" "sounds great i'll see you then!"

she hugged him before walking to the bleachers to watch the boys practice. she felt a sense of guilt that she was "taking" tashi's boy. but tashi had patrick so art was fair game right? ...right?

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the boys had finally finished practice after what felt like years. patrick had left to see tashi she assumed and art was walking towards her.
"you really sat here for an hour just to watch us?" art giggled. "yeah! i mean who wouldn't wanna watch you play?"  anya smirked. "you wanna hangout in my dorm?" the boy asked smoothly.
"of course."

when anya got to his dorm she took in the sight around her. what she assumed would be an organized, neat, room was messy and unkempt. it wasn't gross by any means but definitely not what she expected from such a put together boy.

"so why'd you bring me here?" anya teased. they both knew why he brought her there. "maybe just to discuss what you want to accomplish with your training?" he said eyes clearly not fixated on her face. anya slid her hand up his thigh. this was what art really wanted. "oh yeah?" she glared at him. "no. fuck it." art grabbed her face bringing her into a kiss. it was hot and intense. it was different than the first time they'd all kissed.

"you know how long i've wanted this?" art panted, pulling away from her.
"just as long as i have?"
"longer."

anya couldn't help but be turned on by his yearning. he was so blatant with how bad he wanted her, it was mesmerizing.
"art... i want you to fuck me."
there it was.
she said it.
they couldn't dance around it anymore.
anya wanted art just as much as art wanted her.

sure she liked someone else, sure that someone else is his best friend but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him, now.
"you want this?" art asked looking her in the eye.

"yes."

that was all it took to bring him to his knees.
anya looked down and made eye contact with the boy. this nearly sent her over the edge. never had she seen a man so devoted to her, so dedicated to pleasing her.

"fuck."

they became one with each other.
they knew at that moment, this would become a regular thing for them.

they knew the whole building could hear them but it didn't matter, nothing mattered to them but pleasing eachother.
they moved in synchrony just like they had on the court.
even during sex all either of them could think about was tennis
it was like for those few moments the world stopped and no one existed but them.

art pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear.
"when you're on that court i want you to think about how good this feels and how the only thing that feels better than this is fucking winning."
that was enough to bring her to climax as the two came together.

art pulled out and watched as his cum leaked from the girl.
art donaldson had seen some beautiful things in his life but nothing could top this.
"thanks art, i'm gonna go but maybe i'll see you later." anya smiled.
she felt different.
having sex with art was satisfying physically but still something was missing.
the mental satisfaction.
she thought maybe she just felt guilty for fucking her best friends crush.
she couldn't entirely tell what it was.

she kissed him before getting dressed and leaving.

she was on her way back to her dorm before a familiar hand grabbed her into a tight hug.
"you two are really fucking loud you know."
she looked up to find patrick and his signature shit eating smirk.

"fuck off."

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THE BOY IS MINE...