THE GAME {#1 kinky tales} Completed

Lacrosse

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Ashlie said into her hands which she'd placed nervously over her mouth.

It was their offense's first drive of the game and they'd advanced the ball passed midfield. Sebastian had dropped back for a pass, and from what she could tell, it looked like he intended to throw a deep ball. He'd made a few good passes, but this one was going to be big he was going in hot.

He faked...he dodged a tackle... and then he stepped up and planted his front foot.

As Sebastian released the ball from his stick net her heart stopped. She almost couldn't look, but she had to. The ball soared through the air; she followed the ball with her eyes all the ways. And then it came down...

...pass two defenders and the keeper and into the net... Ashlie gasped.

Much of the crowd stood, screaming. .Ashlie was jumping up and down, looking incredible in her cheerleader outfit and feeling it for Sebastian who'd gotten the goal.

[Today, ever goal I score, every assist I give will be dedicated to you].


Ashlie had heard her phone buzz as she lay dozing Saturday morning with the sun streaming in her room. Somehow she knew it would be from Sebastian before she could even pick it up. It had been all Ashlie could think about until she saw him again on the field.

When plays were going on, most of the cheerleaders were fixated on their team or favorite team members. Some of the girls were inevitably dating some of the players or even the occasional linemen if they were brave. For the first time, Ashlie was the one, and the secret was all hers.

The team ran by Sebastian to celebrate their leading goal after celebrating , Sebastian had come close and pointed with the ball right at her. The other girls didn't make anything of it, more so jealous for his unflinching attention, but to Ashlie it meant a lot. It was pure, like the way her teammates saw it, but in a different way. It was pure love for Sebastian and hope for what would come next with him.

By halftime, Sebastian looked like a better player than he had ever before. People could be so fickle: cursing him one moment and acting like he was their best friend the next. Nobody would have thought to put the first two games on Sebastian after time had expired. He was phenomenal.

All game, Sebastian could Ashlie’s presence on the sidelines. But it had focused him. He didn't aim to prove that he had enjoyed what had happened at home the previous day, but he had anyway. It would be such a convenient excuse that Ashlie had led him to play his best game yet, and only with a few minutes of her time in the upstairs bathroom on her knees for him. He'd already looked forward to spending time with her every Friday for a year; now he had one more reason to do so if she allowed it.

Ashlie hoped nobody could tell how wet she'd gotten over the course of the game, more each time she saw Sebastian score and soon after felt his eyes upon her. It connected her with his every move, every play in the game. She was slowly learning what it meant to want someone badly, she just didn't recognize the feeling or understand how it could be so intense toward her best friend.

He couldn't do more than hug her after the game, and Ashlie didn't dare whisper into his ear that she intended to blow him again before the next game; there were too many people and cameras watching. It would have to stay secret, hidden in the grin she shot him when he was escorted away by his players.

"I love you," she mouthed at him, seeing him smile as he turned away.

"Oh my God will you PLEASE set me up with him?" asked her teammate Amy, throwing her arm over Ashlie and watching the lacrosse team walk off the field.

Ashlie gave her friend a knowing look, "I think you're going to have to get in line," she said, motioning toward the tunnel and all the people, mostly girls, trying to high five or simply get a hand on the lacrosse players as they walked into the tunnel. The obvious focus of their attention was Sebastian, who was clueless and high five-ing everyone who reached close enough.

"He's such a punk," Amy expressed, "he could have any one of us girls and he refuses to acknowledge anyone but you!"

Ashlie giggled, feeling embarrassed and flattered. Amy didn't seem to have any clue that the attention was more than innocent. Ashlie wondered what her teammate might say if she admitted to imagining Sebastian in the ways she did, let alone sucking him off.

[I was watching you when I wasn't on the field today, you're a natural Ash!] Sebastian texted her at some point after the game.

-You should be focusing on your team, not me!-

[Well then you shouldn't be wearing that ridiculous uniform! How am I supposed to focus my eyes downfield when you is wearing almost nothing on the sideline?]

-Oh shut up! You're exaggerating-

[Maybe a little. What are you doing right now?]

-Um...sitting in the locker room, in my towel. The girls are planning what bar to go to tonight.-

[Tell me you're not thinking about going with them!?]

The cheerleaders were known for dressing up as sexy as they could and descending on bars in a pack. Everybody got excited when they'd show up, mostly guys just hoping to take one home. The thought worried Sebastian to no end.

The way Sebastian was texting her made Ashlie feel giddy. Sitting there in nothing but her towel, she felt secretive and loved, knowing every girl in the room would have liked to be in Ashlie's position but only she was receiving attention from her wonderful star.

-Actually... Amy got me a fake so I think they're expecting me to go...-

[Damn that girl! Alright where are you going, because that's where we're going.]

-Are you trying to keep an eye on me?? It sounds like that  bar on Gold. Avenue or something?-

[Oh God. Okay, And yes...two eyes. I'm gonna try and get the guys to go there.]

[Promise me you'll keep an eye on your drink at that place, okay? I'm probably not the only one who saw how good you looked out there today]

His compliments and protectiveness made her smile. Ashlie almost felt as if she didn't deserve to be treated so well by him, but she wasn't complaining. As the excited teenager got ready to go out that night, there is only one person she hoped would appreciate all the effort she was putting into her make-up and outfit.

"Holy shit," one of Sebastian's team plater, Herbert Macscott, said grabbing his shoulder suddenly, "the girls are here."

He knew who Herbert meant, and sure enough, the cheerleading team was walking through the doors one by one, each of them more seductively dressed than the last. Sebastian almost hoped he would not see Ashlie walk through that door. And when she did, he knew his worries had been justified.

She wasn't wearing the most edgy outfit of her teammates, but Sebastian wondered if everybody saw what he did. It didn't matter what she was wearing, because Ashlie had this incredible glow to her. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed like the whole place got quieter when she walked in.

She had on a Red top, loose and with a pattern like the surface of rippling waves that hung from two thin cords over her shoulders. It stopped just below the top of her shorts, which were what Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes from. They were this tiny white pair that came just higher than usual with three buttons looking like they were struggling to hold on. Obviously, they barely made it lower than her butt, drawing his eyes between his sister's thighs and the daydream of what might be underneath.

He watched the young beauty walk in and look around. She stood up on her toes to see over the crowd, showing more of her cute stomach to him while she searched expectantly. Ashlie's eyes gleamed when they found his; she could tell he had seen her first.

"Hey!" She said when she walked over to him, "how come you just let me stand there looking around like a dummy!"

"Maybe because I couldn't believe what you were wearing! How am I supposed to relax with you walking around looking like that?"

Ashlie smiled apprehensively, "what's the matter, you don't like it?"

Sebastian's raised eyes and the way he'd placed his hand on Ashlie's back momentarily, so that they felt his warm hand against her bare side, answered her question instead. Both of them had had a little to drink before getting to the bar; they had to be careful.

"Don't worry big guy, my Friday's are already taken..." she said only to him.

Ashlie knew she couldn't spend the night hovering around him. In truth, it was kind of exciting to Ashlie to talk to another boy and wonder if he had seen. Whenever she looked his way, a girl seemed to be throwing herself at the lacrosse player’s, but when Ashlie caught her Sebastian’s eye she knew he was focused elsewhere.

They hadn't only shared that one encounter in the bathroom. It felt now like everything was connected: their many years growing up, the Fridays they'd spent together for years now... Even this trip to the bar was a part of a long and significant relationship that confused Ashlie and yet left her excited for what might come next. Sebastian could see what he wanted, she was standing right across the bar from him, but he needed to be gentle, to respect her and be ready if she drew a line he couldn't cross.

At one point in the night, the slightly intoxicated teenager had made her way back over to Sebastian and his friends. A whole group of lacrosse players stood around both of them. It was nice to feel him close by her side as the team pretended they weren't gawking at her. And though Sebastian felt protective of his pretty treasure, he also had this pang of pride that struck him as he saw each guy entranced by her presence.

They only got a moment or two to themselves, and even then Sebastian couldn't say what he wanted to, or touch her hips or sides with his hand to express the way she was affecting him. It was so new to him, feeling utterly desirous of Ashlie. Seeing her now, so incredibly attractive in that top and tiny white shorts, Sebastian wondered if anyone would blame him for being so fixated on her and what was happening between them, regardless of the fact that they were almost brother and sister, even though the weren’t, the didn’t have the same last name but still.

It was a pretty amazing night, always better when Sebastian had Ashlie by his side, and always a little less bright when she wasn't.

"I think I'm gonna go," Ashlie yelled to one of her friends over the loud music.

"Oh really? I was kinda thinking the same thing!" her friend Annette said as she looked around and relayed the message to her teammates. Like Sebastian had said before, they always moved in a pack.

Ashlie was somewhat disappointed. She had thought maybe, just maybe, she could convince Sebastian to take her home. She would have played the "I'm drunk and you need to take care me," card. Maybe something could have happened during the car ride home, or when they stopped to drop Ashlie off at her dorm.

But it was not to be. Sebastian looked disappointedly over the crowd as Ashlie mouthed, 'BYE' at him on her way out with the rest of the cheerleading team ushering her along. The pack had moved quick. Again, Sebastian was left wanting more. Ashlie spent the cab ride home wondering if any of the girls hanging on him would succeed in bedding him. A possessive, selfish part of her hoped that she'd dressed seductively enough to be the only one Sebastian would remember.