(NSFW) B.F.D. High: R34

First Time (Tengolf)

"So have you fucked yet?"

Tennis Ball's eyes widened and he spit out his chocolate milk all over 8-Ball, to the latter's dismay. He coughed and hacked up his mystery meatloaf on his lunch tray as he leaned on his arm for support, and his face was now red with embarrassment. "Wh—8-Ball! What kind of question is that?! And watch your language!"

8-Ball tilted his head questioningly and shrugged. "What do you mean, 'what kind of question is that?' What do you expect me to ask? Remind me, you two have been dating for how long now?"

"Wh—love isn't all about sex, you know!" Tennis Ball spluttered. "Maybe we just want to build things and enjoy each other's company! Maybe we don't want kids! Maybe we just want a nice, healthy relationship free from the constraints of sexual activity!"

"Dude, what are you talking about? Basketball and I have a super healthy, loving relationship with each other, and we fuck all the time—"

"I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!" Tennis Ball shouted as he shut his eyes and waved his hands in front of him. He almost gagged at the very thought of...doing that...in their own relationship.

8-Ball felt a finger tap his shoulder twice and looked up to find Basketball wrapping her arms around his neck. He chuckled and brought one arm up to pull her down and give her a quick kiss. "Hey, BB."

"Hi, 8-Ball. Hey, TB."

"Hello, Basketball..." Tennis Ball groaned, still trying to shake the newly-formed dirty thoughts from his mind.

8-Ball held up a second carton of chocolate milk and asked, "Hey, Basketball, I got a spare carton of choc. You thirsty?"

Basketball's lips twisted into a mischievous grin as she bent down near his ear and whispered, "Not for that."

8-Ball's eyebrows shot up and he turned to face her, amazed. "Already? It's been, like, an hour. You said you couldn't walk."

"My recovery is...rather speedy," was her cheeky reply.

8-Ball smirked and stood up. "And so is mine. Just remember, you wanted this." He turned to Tennis Ball and saluted. "Duty calls, my man. See you in about twenty minutes."

Basketball giggled and punched him in the arm. "No need to brag, marathon man."

Tennis Ball was shaking his head and burying it in his arms, wondering why was he still here; just to suffer? "Just...go," he moaned, his faith in humanity basically thrown out the window as the couple walked off toward the bathroom.

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"Damn bursting sink pipes..." Golf Ball thought as she tightened another bolt on the leaky pipe. The girls' bathroom sink pipe had burst again, and Golf Ball was randomly chosen by Two to fix it since Four and X were occupied at the moment. Luckily, she had a little experience in the field. She told Two that if she could work uninterrupted, then—

THUMP!

As the door to the bathroom opened and cut in on her peace, Golf Ball rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "So much for uninterrupted..."

Her look of exasperation, however, morphed into one of confusion when she started to hear moaning and grunting sounds. Before she could crawl out from under the sink to investigate, she saw a pair of masculine, hairy legs stop in front of her sink, and she saw another pair of legs drop down from the edge of the sink and dangle in front of her...with unmistakable orange socks.

"That...that's Basketball!" she thought. "But who's this other person? And why is a guy in here? And why the lake are they making so much noise?"