THE GAME {#1 kinky tales} Completed

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He was understandably bummed when they met him on the field after the game.

"Sorry Sebastian," Ashlie said compassionately, feeling him wrap his arm around her side and walk toward the locker rooms with his parents. She looked cute in her little, team t-shirt, but Sebastian wasn't really in the mood to check her out just then and she noticed.
"Yeah... " he said dejectedly, "I don't know why we couldn't pull that one out... damn."

"Don't beat yourself up too much about it, you promise?" Ashlie asked, looking up at him hopefully.

"I won't." He said. "Maybe I'll just beat you up."

That elicited a smile from her, but Ashlie could tell his heart wasn't in it. She felt bad for him; he was probably internalizing what was just an off performance by the whole team.

"See you soon?" Ashlie asked, "Next Friday at the latest?"

"...away game," Sebastian sighed. "But the week after for sure."

He squeezed Ashlie's side before breaking contact and saying goodbye to their parents. Ashlie watched him jog back to the lockers and hoped he wouldn't be depressed about the loss for too long. She hadn't even told him about her cheerleading spot, but that could wait until later when he might be more willing to share in her excitement.

-

That week went by even faster than the last. It was Ashlie's second week of school and she was loving every minute of it. She only got to sit down to lunch with Sebastian once before he was off to the away game, and when she'd told him her news he had been so happy for her. She wished furiously, as he hugged her, that she might someday find somebody who cared about her the way Sebastian did.

It turned out that Ashlie hadn't just been brought onto the lacrosse cheerleading team, but she'd replaced someone. Of course, it had to be Chloe. And making the team wasn't the end of it.

"You know you're going to fuck this up right?" Chloe had asked, confronting Ashlie on the way to class one day that week, you should have never thought of cheerleading scare girl . Ashlie wanted nothing more than to get away from her so she just kept walking such comment would have made her all moody and got her to cry years ago but Sebastian had gradually changed her from that girl.

"You don't belong in my spot you little bitch." Chloe spat, obviously annoyed that Ashlie didn't intend to engage.

"Oh and tell that losser, lacrosse play you call Sebastian to enjoy being tended to by his broke piece of ass instead of his girlfriend... a lotta good that'll do him."

Ashlie didn't quite understand, but she wasn't going to let Chloe talk bad about Sebastian.

"The only one who's the loser here is you... bitch," Ashlie flung the blonde's words back in her face, "you were NEVER good enough for him. You were just EASY, slut."

With that Ashlie turned on the path and headed into the Math & Science building. It took her a few minutes to calm down, and almost half the period to stop thinking about what Chloe had said...'tending to Sebastian.'

-

The away game did not go well. This time, Sebastian did look bad. It was like he just couldn't find his charm. He gave up a couple of ball in the first half and one in the second. The rest of the team could have played much better, but they simply didn't have that momentum that everyone had seen driven by the star lacrosse player. There were whispers that Sebastian would be replaced if he kept playing like that, but that's all they were.

There was something that Ashlie heard in the locker room after cheer practice one day that week that put pieces together for her. It was hard for her to believe but Chloe, whom she'd overheard, had actually made some sense.

"You know why he's playing like that?" She'd been gossiping out of sight in another part of the locker room near the showers, "because he doesn't have me."

"Oh come on," another girl on the team, who sounded like Erin, laughed, "I know you two had your thing, but you weren't exactly the one with he bat throwing the ball for him!"

"Think what you want, but he's the one who insisted that I come over on the day before the game... he said having sex helped him play better."

"Yeah right," Erin said, "that's a myth."

"You say that, but we did it before every game last year..." she'd continued, but Ashlie didn't want to hear it.

No way. There was no way that hooking up with that blonde slut before their Friday nights together was helping Sebastian win.

Ashlie kept repeating that to herself all week until Friday arrived. But at some point, she hadn't believed it anymore. He'd always been so quick to shoo Chloe out the door on Fridays, but he HAD invited her there week after week anyway. And she was right; as far as Ashlie knew, Sebastian hadn't been hooking up with anyone else. In fact, Ashlie had only succeeded in teasing him with her skimpy clothing, certainly not helping him get any relief. Could it really be her fault? It seemed ridiculous.

And then came the next thought - far more questionable than the last. Who was going to 'tend to Sebastian now that she couldn't expect Chloe to do it before she came home that Friday. As far as she knew, Ashlie would be the only girl around, the only one Sebastian was technically allowed to see. He could start seeing another girl, but she knew him and he didn't just start sleeping with somebody because he needed to get some ass.

The thought that it might be up to Ashlie to... relieve him... and more so than just giving a back massage seemed crazy to her. Sebastian would never go for it. He would fell he was using her  or even if she could convince him, he would find it immoral, even though she was not his biological little sister or shared any blood ties with him he was not going to go through with it; what was she going to do! Ashlie thought.

But by the time she arrived home on Friday, Ashlie had debated with herself a thousand times about it. She'd been hinting Sebastian toward something for a long time, always knowing that he'd never cross the line with her. But what if she told him it was okay to? She'd sensed that he was hard that one day on her bed. She'd seen him looking. She'd felt his hands touching her back in ways which was not proper even for both of them... What if he wanted something and she was just being naive or self-centered. What if it was way easier than she was making it out to be.

Sebastian could tell something was up with Ashlie when he got home, despite her pretending.

"Do you know how excited I am to see you on the sideline tomorrow Ash?" he asked, eliciting a huge smile from her.

The way she looked right then was how he wanted to picture her always. A big smile, flashing her teeth because she couldn't help herself. A cute, white tank-top, comfortable little shorts and her body language telling him that she'd been waiting to see him all week. It was crazy that they didn't see each other more often, going to the same school and all, but they were just so busy with the beginning of the school year and their respective activities. Seeing her now, with that radiating energy she carried with her everywhere she went, her perfect breasts stretching the neckline of her top, and legs that went on forever... he wondered why he didn't find the time.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you kidding," she shot back confidently, "I was ready for this since your first game."

"I knew it," Sebastian said, "good because I don't need anyone else messing up out there on the field." he said, sounding somewhat anxious.

How on earth was Ashlie going to bring this up? By that point, she'd imagined and even gotten excited about the possibility of doing something for him that his girlfriend might have done behind his bedroom door upstairs. She'd wondered what his cock might look like in her hand, what she would do with it if she got it there. Would he find her attractive enough to get hard. Ashlie had felt a boy before, even had one in her mouth once when she got a little too drunk, but the thought of doing that with her long time crush made her heart flutter. It made her shift in her seat and feel an unexpected tingling between her thighs.

Yet, she was hopelessly lost on how to propose it. It would be just for his benefit, so he could play better the next day... She only wanted to help him win...

"I feel really bad," Ashlie started, "I was always so mean to Chloe and now I took her spot on the team."

Ashlie told him about the day Chloe had confronted her on the quad. She conveniently left out the part about 'tending to him,' but he seemed impressed with her  defense.

"Yeah don't worry about her Ash, she's probably just mad at me and taking it out on you,"

"For breaking up with her?" Ashlie asked.

"Well, that... and I might have had something to do with you taking her spot."

" NO, PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T?" Ashlie cried, fearful that she hadn't deserved the advance.

"No  no!" he stopped her, "it's nothing like that. I found out that she was intentionally sabotaging your chance of making the field team. A couple of your teammates told me she was talking shit to the coaches and voting against you for no reason."

"So what did you do?" Ashlie asked, hanging on his words.

"Welllll...I might have told the coaches that Chloe was making it personal." Ashlie was squeezing Sebastian’s arm tightly as he leaned over the table. "I guess they agreed because pretty much the next day I found out they had replaced her with you!"

Ashlie's mouth was agape. She had no idea.

"Don't worry about it Ash”, my spies told me that everybody wanted you on the field team and this wasn't the first time that Chloe had created drama. Apparently it was time for her to go and they were waiting for someone talented enough to help them go through with it."

"I don't know what to say... Sebastian..." Ashlie hesitated before throwing her arms around Sebastian and kissing him a few times on the neck.

"Thank you," she kissed him, "thank you, thank you so much"

Ashlie giggled as Sebastian tried to shrug her off.

"Alright already," he said, feeling that he was liking Her kisses a bit more than he should have, “ besides you more than deserved it all remember that. “

If Ashlie thought she owed Sebastian something before, now she was overcome with desire to repay him. Not only had he been spending time with her on Friday nights and being the perfect best friend, but there was more. He'd gone all the way for her with the cheerleading team, risked losing his girlfriend and then eventually lost her and any of the physical aspects that came with... all for her. As she looked at him now, her handsome, strong and unflinchingly loving , caring…., Ashlie was enamored.

Yet, it took her until hours later, when he was lying face-down in his usual spot on the carpet in the living room, before she could build up the confidence to say anything. Feeling guilty, Ashlie hadn't changed into anything more revealing. Unbeknown to her, Sebastian had been drooling over her since the minute he'd walked in the door. But now, she wondered if she should have put something on to make him more agreeable.

"Sebastian," she said timidly, straddling his back. "can I ask you something?"

"Duh," he joked, with his face pressed halfway into the carpet.

Ashlie paused. Her heart had been beating faster in anticipation of this moment, but now it felt like it might explode.

"I heard something... the other day..." she started.

"...yeeessss?" Sebastian prodded

"I heard some girls talking, about you..." she continued. Sebastian could hear the concern in her voice so he maneuvered, quite impressively, under Ashlie straddled position so he was facing her. She looked enticing with her legs spread right over his lap and her shorts bunched up even higher on her tanned legs. Sebastian thought immediately that he might have made a mistake now that his manhood was getting the full brunt of the eighteen-year-old's sexiness.

"...and...what did they say?" Sebastian felt like he was dragging it out of her.

"Well, they seemed to think that you weren't playing well because... you weren't..." Ashlie hesitated again, seeing Sebastian look up at her impatiently.

"...getting any."

Sebastian laughed. It was a common theory. Sebastian somewhat believed the sentiment himself; that's why he'd always asked Chloe over to the house before he expected to hang out with Ashlie who would inevitably be tempting him over the course of the night. Of course people at school were going to speculate that his breakup with Chloe was causing him some issues.

"So what, you're wondering if it's true? If Chloe is the reason I'm not playing well? I bet she's the one you heard saying that in the first place, right?"

Ashlie paused for so long that he had to shake her hips with his hands to get her to speak.

"Well yes, but that's not it," now for the hardest part. Again she paused.

"Come on Ash' spit it out!"

"I thought that, maybe... you know... I could help you if you needed."

At first Sebastian didn't say a word. His brain seemed to go numb with disbelief. His first reaction was to simply look at her, his gorgeous little Ashlie, perched right on his lap. He couldn't believe she was suggesting it, even if he'd been secretly lusting for her. What was she suggesting, that he just do what he wanted with her... take off that tiny tank-top of hers and reveal her small, naked body to him like he'd imagined. Both of them felt his cock throb beneath Ashlie's seated butt.

"Ash... I... we..." he stuttered, "No way, we shouldn't... I mean we can't."

Ashlie had no idea what to expect. Her daydreams had all gone so much differently. One way, she'd imagined him simply flipping her over and tugging off her bottoms. She'd never had sex before, but he could fix that in one steady stroke, and she'd wanted it so bad. In another, she'd sucked on him in the kitchen right when he came in, convincing him that she needed to do it so he could win. In all of her scenarios, even now, Ashlie had trouble admitting that she wanted him and hoped that he wanted her too. And now it seemed that he didn't.

"I didn't mean...I just thought that you might need it." she said, trailing off, disheartened, into a whisper.

Sebastian didn't know what to say to her. He was struggling not to let the image of her  being on top of him in a much different way enter his mind. He worried that she could feel him stiffening through his shorts, that he would send her a different message when he needed to be simply saying no.

"I'm sorry," Ashlie said quietly, "I wasn't thinking, it was stupid."

There was this long exchange where the two of them looked into each other's eyes. In a moment that should have been uncomfortable or strange, there was a connection that they made which shouldn't have been there after Sebastian's reaction. Ashlie could feel that Sebastian was trying to do the right thing. She hadn't fully thought through what she was asking of him. Once again she was being unfair.

"I'm gonna shower before mom and dad get home," she said after not too long, "wanna eat all of that pie mom left in the fridge before they do?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Sebastian smiled sideways, "I'll have it ready when you get back,"

With that, Ashlie lifted herself off Sebastian, not sure whether to be disappointed or glad that they hadn't crossed a very unsteady line. She scampered up the stairs, not wanting to look back at him and give away that she wished he'd chosen differently, that she didn't just want to help, she wanted him.

Sebastian lay his head back in the same spot on the carpet. What was he thinking? He wanted her... he wanted Ashlie so badly. He'd spent countless nights leading up to that either falling asleep thinking about her, or dreaming of her in ways he'd feel guilty for in the morning. He'd wanted to see her naked little body, put his hands on the breasts that were incredibly generous for her frame, hold her hips as he discovered how tight she was... Now she was offering him a free pass, and he was just going to turn it down?

And he knew that she had been so disappointed; that was the worst part. He kept seeing her face when he'd first said no: it had changed immediately from one of apprehension and hopefulness to complete embarrassment. How could he do that to her. She just wanted to help! He had to smooth things over at the very least.

Sebastian didn't know how long he lay there, but eventually he built up the courage to talk to her and practically ran up the stairs. He wasn't thinking, opening the door behind which he'd heard the shower running in one, swift motion,

"Ashlie I didn't mean I don't want you to, I just..." but then he stopped.

Ashlie was just bending over to take off her shorts. She was wearing an incredible pair of panties, cute, red and lacy, but only that. She was topless, and now that her shorts were off, nearly bottomless as well. Ashlie quickly covered her breasts with her arm, but Sebastian had seen them unclothed.