Late Nine
By Systematic

I felt a little weird around Kylie after what I’d seen, but I couldn’t avoid her. I could tell she was avoiding Miranda, and had been ever since their encounter in the locker room. I knew Miranda was hot for Kylie’s body, and Kylie had a weakness for Miranda’s tenderness and expertise. They wanted each other, but neither one knew what to do about it.

Kylie was less tense in some ways and more tense in others. Less tense because what Miranda had done to her had drained years of frustration from her. More tense because I had a feeling she’d tried and failed to bring herself off alone. So she could have an orgasm, just not by herself. She had a lot on her mind, and a byproduct of that was the way she was leaving me alone. No taunts, no competition, no shoving schoolwork or awards in my face.

Brett was being careful to stay away from me. He couldn’t see me without thinking about certain things, and that kept him completely out of my path, except at practice, where he tackled me harder than ever, but I didn’t hold that against him.

Edie was pestering me for another story since it had been a few days, but I hadn’t seen or done anything noteworthy, so she’d just have to keep waiting. She seemed stressed and preoccupied, and she was hanging around me even more than usual, always there with a towel or a water bottle when I was at practice. It seemed like everyone but me was fired up for our next game.

Nurse Sarah had cornered me to make sure I was feeling all right, which I took to mean she had a lot of money on this next game. I got away from her, but I was left with the feeling it had been a narrow escape. There was too much going on, and it took too much energy to keep up with it. I needed a nap, so I looked at my schedule and went to the art supply room. Lightning wouldn’t strike twice in the same place, would it? It did. The lovebirds showed up. I was going to have to find new napping spots, plain and simple. But for now, just like last time, I’d have to keep quiet and watch.

The boyfriend came with a grunt, and semen splattered all over the redhead’s face. She kept jerking him as she climbed into his lap, stuffed the head of his sticky penis between her swollen labia, then sank down.