SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

CHAPTER FIVE ~ BOOTY CALL

Jen
"What's new?" My bestie Kylie asks, as I pull my hoodie over my head and replace it with my basketball top.
"Not a lot. Went to a party with Chase and Justin friday night, then chilled at home all weekend really." I reply, removing my jeans and pulling on my basketball shorts over my tiny shorts.
"They let you go to a party?" She asks, a surprised look on her face.
I nod, laughing at her eyes buggin' out, before pulling my socks and running shoes on. I don't understand why we're made to wear our uniform for training. It was kind of stupid if you ask me, but whatever I suppose.
"I think I kind of passed out somewhere during the night. I don't remember a lot. Just little bits. I know that Justin hit some guy, then he took me home and put me to bed." I scrunch my nose a little as I look up waiting for her response.
"Well fuck me, he could put me to bed any day or night!" She replies, licking her lips, not even surprised that he's hit someone. Safe to say it's not the first time, why would it surprise her?!
I simply giggle, and pick up my ball, running onto the court.
The coach goes hard on us throughout training, but then again, when doesn't he?! The new season is starting Sunday, after 4 weeks of no games.
We get pushed through numerous drills, suicides, sit ups, push ups, you name it. After 90 minutes, I'm a sweaty horrible mess, my uniform sticking to me as if it was glued on.
"Jen?" I hear Coach yell.
I slowly walk over to him, muttering under my breath about needing a fucking shower, and why does he need to talk to me?!
"What's going on? You were missing shots like crazy!" He says, frowning down at me.
"I missed like 3 out of 40 or something!" I reply in defence.
"You never miss! I want you practicing for an hour every night."
I let out a sigh, and nod before turning to walk away.
"Jen?" He says, making me turn back around.
"You're my star player...I'm just pushing you is all." He tells me in a softer tone. I nod again, smile a little, and walk towards the benches. By now everyone's left, probably desperate for showers themselves.
I take a seat on the bench and start removing my shoes, when I hear his voice, which automatically sends shivers down my spine.
"Wassup playyyaaaa." Justin sings, sitting on a bench a little higher up and looking down at me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, smiling.
"Thought I'd come pick you up." He shrugs simply.
I shuffle out of my shorts and basketball top, reaching for my jeans and
hoodie.
"What's for dinner? Do ya know? 'Cos I'm hungry as fuck." I say.
There's no reply, so I look up at him to realize he's staring at my body, his eyes taking every part of me in. Dressed in tiny booty shorts and a sports bra, I suddenly feel self conscious.
"It's nothing you ain't seen before." I groan, quickly pulling my
jeans on. It's true. I go running in this stuff all the time.
"Yeah but..." he starts, then looks as though he can't finish his
sentence.
I pull my hoodie over my head, then shove everything into my bag.
We both walk to the car in peace, Justin opening the passenger door of his range rover for me.
"Always the gentleman." I smile.
"You know it!" He grins back, before slamming the door.
The second the keys are in the ignition, I'm playing with the stereo, placing one of the cds I burnt him into the slot.
"So...how'd training go?" He asks, pulling out onto the street.
"Okay I suppose. Coach wants me practicing for an hour a night. I missed 3 baskets..." I trail off looking out the window.
Justin simply laughs a little, with a slow shake of his head and continues to drive.
I pull my knees up under my chin, bobbing my head and rapping along to "Bitches love me" by Lil Wayne, Drake and Future.
I watch Justin's long fingers tapping against the steering wheel along with the beat. The way his fingers move, making me blush as dirty thoughts invade my mind, of all the things those fingers could do to me.
"Oh, I've written the rap for your remix. Just let me know when you're good to record it." Justin says, interrupting my thoughts, and turning down the music a little.
I send him a big grin, excited to hear what he's got, as we pull into the driveway.
"I'll see you sometime tomorrow..." he says, reaching to the back seat to pass me my bag.
"Oh? You're not coming in?" I ask, disappointment evident in my voice.
"Uh, nahhh. Got shit to do..." he trails off, and I realize he won't look me in the eyes.
"K. Thanks for picking me up." I reply, closing the car door and walking into the house.
JUSTIN
I feel awful for not saying anything to Jen about where I'm going. I mean, just last week I would have had no problem in saying "I'm off to fuck Sophie's brains out", but it didn't seem like I could say it now. To be honest, I kind of felt guilty for going to see Sophie, but Jen had made me a horny mess lately, and the numerous times I've 'flogged the bishop' wasn't satisfying me for some stupid unknown reason.
I watch Jen walk into the house, her perfect ass swaying side to side just a little, making me groan. When I see she's inside safely, I find myself stepping hard on the gas, rushing to Sophie's house, desperately needing some sort of release.
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Even though my cock is currently half way down Sophie's throat, I barely feel any different to if I had my own hand wrapped around it. It isn't giving me the satisfaction I need, and I have no idea why.
Sophie is only one of the few girls I visit on a regular basis. I don't get
attached to girls. They know that. Occasionally one gets to clingy, and I get rid of her as quick as she came. Literally.
I'd chosen Sophie today because of her dark hair and blue eyes. She resembles
Jen more than any of the others, yet doesn't come anywhere close to her.
I pull my cock from Sophie's mouth, pick her up and throw her on the bed.
Reaching down to my jeans, I pull a condom from my back pocket, rip the packet,
then roll it down my hard cock, not once looking at Sophie.
I climb over the top of her, placing myself at her entrance, closing my eyes before slamming into her.
"Oh fuck!" She screams, throwing her head back. I hold onto the
headboard, burying my face in her hair. Catching the scent of her hair, I find myself getting angry at the fact she doesn't smell anything like Jen.
"Harder baby!" Sophie groans from beneath me.
Normally I'd love her talking to me throughout, telling me how she wants it, but today, it's pissing me off. She's distracting me from trying to imagine that it's Jen beneath me. Everything is off. Her smell, her voice, her body, which is a little plumper than Jens body.
Feeling her nails run down my back, I let out a groan, welcoming that tiny bit of pain, making me slam into her harder.
"Fuck baby, right there!" She moans.
"Just fuckin...just shut the fuck up and take it!" I growl into her ear angrily.
She jumps a little at my sudden change of mood, but does as I say, and doesn't speak another word. She even tries to hold her moans in.
Happy that she's finally shut up, I close my eyes again and scroll through the many visions of Jen that I'd saved within my brain.
Holding tighter onto the headboard, as I picture Jens lips wrapped around the spoon the other morning, wishing so much that it was my cock that needed her so bad, I let out a deep groan, as I feel myself getting closer to my release.
"Just fucking cum already!" I growl, just wanting to get the fuck out of here.
I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, her nails digging into my shoulders, as her hips meet mine with every thrust.
She lets out a grunt, which I would normally find sexy, as I feel my dick moisten with the juices she's spilling.
I take myself away for a moment, and picture Jens innocent eyes looking at me through her dark lashes. As she licks her bottom lip, then holds it between her teeth, it's almost as though she's right in front of me, the vision so clear.
I bite my own lip, and slam into her faster, the vision of Jen never leaving
me, before I let out a groan and simply cum into the condom wrapped around my cock.
I say simply, because that's all it is. Nothing exciting what so over, which leaves me even more frustrated and angry then before.
I let out a sigh, my thrusts slowing down, before I pull out, carefully remove the condom, throw it in the little bin on her desk, and start getting dressed.
"You ok Justin?" Sophie asks, pulling her shirt over her head.
No, I'm not fuckin' okay! I feel no different than before. I may as well have not even come over, because I didn't feel any more satisfied than I did beforehand.
"Yeah, I'm good." I lie, before throwing her a quick wave and walking
the fuck up out of there.
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