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I will also attempt to create a chapter from Ashe's POV to finish out the night... however I have no experience at being a teenage girl so my understanding of how they work could be flawed.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "uh, second day of Morgan's adventures, after this I expect time will pass more quickly in and between chapters. I will also attempt to create a chapter from Ashe's POV to finish out the night... however I have no experience at being a teenage girl so my understanding of how they work could be flawed.", "writing": "“Be gentle,” Ashe whimpered softly in my ear as she softly pulled my shirt back to reveal my bear chest; her soft paw caressing my exposed skin from my neck down to my belt line. With a flick of her wrist and a toss the strap of leather fell to the floor. She lay back onto my bed as she peeled off the yellow tank top that fit her like a second skin. Underneath she hadn’t worn a bra, and now all that she wore was a pair of lace panties.\n\nShe slipped those off too as she slipped my hand down between her legs. The moisture around my wriggling fingers only excited me more. The blush on her face deepened as one of her eyes closed, her back arched, and her legs entwined themselves with my own. As I lay down on the bed next to her she undid the button to my trousers. I pinned her down as I pulled my hand from her loins and I drew her closer to me. Our lips met followed by an explosion of flavors and emotions as she gave me that carnal, passionate kiss that drove me wild. She leaned her head back as i kissed her breasts, followed by her neck, her shoulder and then I nibbled ever so tenderly on her ear, the same way she had for me.\n\nShe reached down with tender hands as she delicately stroked my manhood. I gripped her about her firm buttocks and I lifted her off the bed as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I slid my hands down to her toned thighs so that I could lower her gently until I was inside her. Her hips slid back slowly at first and then snapped forward as she began.\n\nShe leaned forward so that my face was pressed into her firm delicate breasts. The shift in weight caused me to fall back onto my bed where she put both hands on my chest. She drew her hands back down my torso, leaving ten crimson streaks in their wake. The pain only excited me more as our hips careened into each other, and ricocheted only to collide again. She gripped me about the neck and pulled me closer to her, wrapping her arms about me. She dug her claws into my back this time as I nibbled at one of her tender nipples before planting a kiss at the base of her neck. She tossed back her head as she moaned my name. I whispered her name softly as she used one of her arms to push her hair back out of her face.\n\n“Morgan,” she moaned my name again and again as I whispered hers back to her tenderly. I was just about to the climax when I felt a gentle shaking all around me, and her moaning became more of an irritated shouted.\n\nI woke up in my dorm room, and of course Ashe was there. Her face was red as she looked down at me.\n\n“It’s almost 9... were you having a good dream?” she asked me with a flirty smirk.\n\n“How’d you know?” I asked her groggily.\n\n“Well... there’s the obvious,” she said as she rolled her eyes and jerked her head toward my groin. Of course I was displaying the tell-tale signs of morning wood, and my raging boner was embarrassing. “And then you mumbling my name when I walked in... it sounded pretty steamy.”\n\n“What’re you doing in my room?” I asked her to change the subject.\n\n“Well... evidently I was rocking your world, but I was gunna see if you wanted to get breakfast and then play some ball,” she told me with a shrug. I shook my head to wake up, and then I noticed that she was wearing a uniform similar to the one that she’d been wearing yesterday afternoon, except instead of burgundy and yellow, this one was was black and white, and instead of saying St. Marianna instead it said Knights in black and white letters.\n\n“Why is your uniform different today?” I asked her as I looked it over.\n\n“That was my old middle school uniform... I wear it in the summer when they haven’t issued our new ones yet; they sent it to me today and I wanna break it in. So get up and let’s get going,” she told me as she grabbed me by the wrist and drug me out of bed... it wouldn’t have been so bad except I sleep nude, and I still had a stage five erection. “Wow... I must have been really good,” she laughed as she left my bed room.\n\n“Why don’t you break that uniform in the same way you did me?” I shouted to her through the uniform.\n\n“Oh I did... it was much more satisfying,” she answered almost immediately... damn... this girl really was starting to drive me crazy... in the good way I mean.\n\nAfter I managed to get dressed... and the tension in my groin had subsided to a less humiliating level, we went to breakfast together. “I just want you to know not to expect much from me... I’ve never been very good, but at least I’ll get you to loosen up and have some fun,” I explained to her as we ate.\n\n“Basketball isn’t just a game to me... I play for my own reasons. I have a goal behind all of this,” she told me secretively. She wasn’t looking at me, but at her food, and her face was very stern, suggesting that the conversation was closed and I wasn’t going to get any more out of her on this. At first I was frustrated, but then I reminded myself that we really didn’t know so much about each other yet, I mean I considered us friends, but we’d only met yesterday.\n\nWhen I thought about it, it was odd that there was such a strong connection between us so quickly that I could forget how new we were to each other. “I used to play basketball with my brother’s and sister’s when I was younger. My older siblings have always been better than me, and lately the younger ones have been coming up rather quickly. When I was about six my dad used to play with us... he always stressed the importance of having fun... he was the best of us, but he hasn’t had time to play ball with us in years,” I told her.\n\n“I have a little brother, Alex, who’d be 9, he was too young to play with me before I left, but my sister, Chloe, she’s twelve... she used to idolize me... she used to play with me all the time, but since I switched schools she’s been pretty distant... whenever I think of her I wish I would do more to reconnect with her, but every time I go home she’s gone. What about you... how is your relationship with your siblings?” she asked me.\n\n“My oldest brother, Jordan, he’s in the NBA; I don’t see him much since he’s on the road a lot, but I’ve always looked up to him... he tried to teach me how to play ball when we were younger, but he was always light years better than I am. Then you have Madelyn; she’s a fashion designer, but she played ball for UCONN in college. Kyle came next, he hosts hunting and skill craft shows... everything from carpentry to auto-mechanics, he never really went to college, but he and Tommy have always played together pretty well. Cassie was the one I was always closest to, both in terms of age and emotions... she doesn’t really like to play ball, but like I said it was a family thing when we were younger. Now that I think of it, it was the only thing we used to do as a family when I was younger... at leas the only thing we enjoyed. Then dad got busy with work and mom... well... mom couldn’t play anymore either. The five of us that were around in the old days try to instill the same love for the game with our younger siblings, but honestly... they’re like completely different people from us,” I explained.\n\n“What happened when you were six to change things so much?” she asked me. I guess I kinda owed it to her to let her know just who she was dealing with.\n\n“Uh... my dad’s company, Pride Industries, took off,” I said in abashed tone... I’d always hated telling people who I was. It changed their perception of me.\n\n“So you are that Morgan Pride; I was wondering... but if that’s you then... your brother... Jordan... he’s Jordan Pride? I mean THE Jordan Pride? The Jordan Pride that plays Power Forward for the Boston Celtics and has lead the league in points for the last four years since he joined? Jordan Pride former Rookie of the Year and four time all-star?” she asked me curiously... there was a desperation in her eyes as she asked.\n\n“That’s him, back when I was younger I used to say I was going to beat him some day... guess that’s just a dream now,” I commented back.\n\n“Can you introduce me?” she asked me suddenly.\n\n“Uh... I guess... if he’s ever around when you are,” I said with a shrug.\n\n“Can you call him?” she pressed me.\n\n“Isn’t that a little bit rude? I mean to just ask me to call my brother because you’re a fan?” I asked her.\n\n“JUST CALL HIM DAMMIT!” she yelled at me.\n\n“Alright, alright, give me a second... he’s gunna wanna know what’s going on,” I told her as I pulled my phone. Sad to say, but I was used to his by now... if they didn’t know who my father was, they always knew one of my siblings.\n\nI picked up my phone and dialed Jordan’s number; I put him on speaker phone so I could hear everything that was said. “Heya baby brother, how are things in Kansas... you’re not going to quit now are you?” he greeted me.\n\n“Hi Jordan. Uh... things are going pretty good here, and hell no I’m not quitting. I just made a friend, and is it so happens she’s a HUGE basketball fan, and she wanted to talk to you... would you mind if I put you on speaker?” I asked him.\n\n“A fan huh, and a girl... is she cute? She has to be if she convinced you to call me so soon, let me give you a little advice; don’t do EVERYTHING she asks... make her give something back in return, I tell you what... I’ll get her to go down on you for this call... put her on,” Jordan told me.\n\n“Ahem... Jordan... you’re on speaker...” I told him as I started to blush... she was already blushing.\n\n“Hello?” he asked after a few minutes. Ashe had this funny look on her face as she stared down at my phone.\n\n“Jordan, this is Ashe, she plays on our high school’s team... right now she’s stunned; I can’t tell if it’s because you just promised that she’d fuck me or because she’s starstruck,” I told him. She shook her head and she seemed to come back to normal.\n\n“I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! I’D DO EVERYTHING TO YOU... HELL I’LL EVEN COWBOY UP ON YOUR BROTHER IF YOU’D COME HERE IN PERSON!” she shouted at him.\n\n“See... told ya I’d get you some action baby brother,” Jordan laughed.\n\n“I saw you in person once three years ago against the Lakers,” she told him excitedly.\n\n“You mean the Quadruple-double don’t you?” he asked her.\n\n“You were amazing... I’ve never seen anybody play quite the way you do. I WISH I could play like that,” she gushed.\n\n“Well I’ll give you a little, Ashe was it? First of all is some personal advice... be a little more careful about who you volunteer to “cowboy up on” and why... otherwise you might volunteer to somebody who actually expects you to follow through. Next, don’t compare yourself to anybody, I might be impressive to you, but to people like Wilt Chamberlain and Michael Jordan I’m just another kid. If you aim to be as good as somebody else you won’t be able to get better as a player, or as a person. When you’re on the court, play for fun, just relax, and have a good time... that’s much more important than playing well,” he counselled her.\n\nI could tell from looking at her that while she listened to it, she didn’t hear it. Her mind was too charged up from being introduced to him. “Sorry Jordan, but I don’t think she heard a word of that,” I laughed.\n\n“You never heard it either... always running around yelling ‘SOMEDAY I’M GUNNA BEAT YOU!’ and pointing at me. You came close a time or two, maybe we should play a game next time I’m in the area,” Jordan responded. I heard something in the background that I couldn’t make out and then Jordan shouted back to somebody. “Sorry to cut this short baby brother, but I’m kind of in practice right now. Bye Morgan, Ashe,” he told us before the line abruptly went dead.\n\nAshe leapt across the table and locked me in a bone-crushing hug... I would have said something to her, but I was being pressed against her boobs at the moment. Then, for the second time, she reared back and gave me a nice little peck on the cheek. Her face grew a funny shade of red when she realized what she’d done, she let me go and suddenly became very timid. Her cheeks were a rosy color, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, shrugged her shoulders, and her eyes looked off to the right while she tilted her head down. It really was unbearably cute. “Sorry,” she said softly.\n\nI was a little flushed I’m sure... I could feel my face burning beneath the surface, but I was happy. Of all the faces she’d shown me thus far, her shy face was one of my favorites so far. I headed toward the door, and when she didn’t follow me I turned around. “Are you gunna stand around looking shy all day, or are we going to play ball?” I asked her.\n\nShe shook her head, as though she’d been thinking about something before she turned and followed after me. “Well, I’m gunna play my best, I’m going to crush you mercilessly, because if I can beat you, it’s like I’m as good as your brother,” she told me as her face changed. She always got excited when she thought of playing basketball, which I found confusing since she didn’t seem to enjoy playing the game from what I’d seen.\n\nWhen we got to the rec center we found an open court. “How’re we playing this? Shirts and skins? If that’s how we’re doing this I wanna be shirts... I’m real self-conscious about my chest,” I joked.\n\n“We’ll play half-court, if it hits the backboard you have to take it back. Call your own fouls and... I wonder,” she said as she sort of chewed on one of her finger tips in a flirty manner.\n\n“What?” I asked when she just stared at me.\n\n“I learned this game at basketball camp a few months back... it wasn’t really an official thing, but some of the kids at the camp came up with it to help motivate us... I was just wondering if you were game or not?” she she asked as she slid her finger back and forth, tracing the outline of her lips... of course my focus was on her lips and not what she was saying.\n\n“Sure, why not,” I said transfixed.\n\n“GREAT!” she said as she instantly perked up. “Strip basketball, you make a basket your opponent takes off one article of clothing, last person with something on wins,” she told me happily... great... I was gunna be naked in no time. She went to the door; swung it shut, and locked it. “Nobody will see us now,” she told me as she took the ball to center court.\n\n“Whenever you’re ready,” I told her as I bent into a defensive position. She checked the ball in, and the moment it was in her hands she took off, she drove to the left and when I went to guard her she did this weird double-pivot thing to swing her way around me without stopping the ball. She just danced right past me, and by the time I turned to try cover she was two steps ahead of me. Then she was inside the arc, she took one quick step past the free-thrown line, jumped and sunk it in the bucket without a problem.\n\n“1-0... and what’re you gunna drop?” she asked me with a wink. I kicked off one of my shoes as she tossed me the ball. Now... I was only 5’7” so basketball was something of a difficult game for me to play, being as taller opponents tended to block my shots without even jumping, but Ashe was only 5’4” and she was great, she made up for her relatively small stature with her quick feet and excellent ball control.\n\nI took the ball back behind the line and checked it in. I had just stepped across the line and I was trying to work her back, she did excellently really, she kept her eyes on my stomach, where she could see the ball quickly and would know when I was planning a feint... I was going to have to use my secret weapon; the only thing Jordan had ever complimented me on. I came at her as fast as I could and was just about to use it when my missing shoe threw my balance off and I went tumbling down.\n\nLike a hurricane the ball was gone and Ashe had it halfway to the goal by the time I rolled over. While I was there I got a good look at the back of her jersey. Instead of just saying “CRUZ” it had some sort of phrase on it. “a-CRUZ’n” was emblazoned across her back in vibrant black and white.\n\nI couldn’t help myself. “A-CRUZ’n?” I said in a questioning tone.\n\nShe just laughed at first. “A nickname they gave me in middle school; the coach said that I ran through the lane, cruising around anybody that tried to defend me, that combined with my last name, and I became a-CRUZ’n... I’ve worn it ever since. Sort of like a good luck charm,” she told me.\n\n“Well I see that trying to play the gentleman was a mistake, alright, we’ll play that way,” I said as I jumped up and took the ball. I kicked off one shoe and took the ball back again. After I checked it in, I wasted no time rushing forward, when I was one step away from her and she was just beginning to follow me I made my move. With a quick cross over I switched directions, and now she had left an open lane to get around her. I charged through and put the ball in the bucket. “YES!” I shouted as I pumped my fist in joy. I grinned widely as I turned to look at her.\n\nShe looked stunned. She kicked off a shoe as she took on a serious face. “You tricked me with all that ‘I’m not very good’ talk... alright, if that’s how you want it... game on!” she said firmly as she took the ball back.\n\n“Bring it!” was all I could think to reply. She set her face as she checked the ball in, she seemed intent upon beating me now. She checked the ball back in and came at me quickly; she pushed forward looking for a way around me; she tried a cross over of her own; while she was switching hands, I rolled my left hand in and snatched the ball away, quickly pushing around her so that the ball was between the two of us, I pivoted around in a flash and tore away from her as fast as I could,using her blind spot to change directions without her knowing. When I put the ball in the bucket she looked at me irritably.\n\n“2-2,” I told her with a smile. She chortled once and then it was back into game mode.\n\nThe next time she came at me she was ready... my second basket signaled the start of a shoot out, every time I made a basket she’d answer with one of her own. Slowly she began to lighten up her expression while still packing enough intensity on the court to wear me down. It wasn’t just stamina that she had over me... though of course she did have that. Being a girl, she’d started out with an extra piece of clothing.\n\nI was still just barely standing in my boxers trying not to cough up a lung while she was panting softly. I was drenched in sweat while she was just starting to perspire freely. I had her down to just her sports bra and panties and it was my ball. She had a smile on her face as her last bucket went down. She looked confident at me... she had to know I was almost done.\n\nI took the ball from her, checked it in and drove as hard as I could... which was probably somewhere around the speed of an eighty year old man, but instead of covering me she just let me run around her and shoot the basket... weird.\n\nWhen I turned to her with a smile she surprised me; she gave me a flirty wink as she reached back and undid her bra and tossed it aside... and I was captivated instantly. I could look away from her perfect breasts... even for the sake of that one last basket to strip her of her panties too. She checked the ball in, which only worked because she tossed it with enough force that it ricocheted off my chest and back to her, she took one step forward and the bounce... and I went hard. Unfortunately for me I couldn’t control my hormones, and instead of keeping my head in the game and trying to follow her with my feet... I kept my other head in the game and followed her with my eyes. She sunk the last basket easy. “Thank you Morgan,” she said in a cute voice as she gave me a bent over pose and she put one finger in her mouth.\n\n“No problem,” I said as my face grew red. “I don’t really see the point in stripping down just to get dressed,” I told her as I started for my pile of clothes.\n\n“Loser walks home naked,” she declared as she quickly covered her exposed nipples with arm and headed over to fetch her bra. As you can imagine i was rather surprised by this stipulation.\n\n“How come you get to dress up again then?” I asked her as she picked the bra up and had just started to try and refasten it.\n\n“What... you want to pick up where we left off yesterday?” She asked me as she dropped her bra to the floor.\n\n“I thought you were shy,” I managed to ask her finally.\n\n“I’m shy when it comes to things like love, but sex? You look good enough... I don’t see why we couldn’t have a little fun,” she answered with a shrug.\n\n“Things like love... shouldn’t sex be one of those ‘things like love’?” I asked her.\n\n“I used to think like that too, but trust me... I’m shy emotionally, not physically. You don’t have to be in love to have sex... it might help, but in the end all you really need is lust,” she explained.\n\n“You’re an athlete, shouldn’t you take better care of your body? I mean what if you get pregnant?” I asked her.\n\n“Sex before and after sports is actually proven to reduce stress, and increase self-esteem and self body image... it’s a way of relieving tension... and you’re looking pretty tense right now,” she said as she nodded toward my junk.\n\n“I guess I’m just different, sex without love would be meaningless to me,” I told her shortly.\n\n“Are you saying that you love me? I mean you dreamed that you and I were bumping uglies, and it didn’t seem meaningless then,” she stated in a mocking tone.\n\n“I- I didn’t... I mean... that’s different... that was just... a thing with my hormones,” I Started to mutter; her face turned dejected and I felt like an asshole. “I don’t really … know how I feel about you yet... you’re kind of... an enigma... I mean... I like you... as a friend... but you’re so new to me that I’m not sure that’s all it is,” I managed to finally respond.\n\nShe dropped all of her forward pretenses, as she got dressed without a word. She was blushing and giving that same shy look that drove me crazy.\n\n“Get dressed,” she told me quickly.\n\n“But I thought...,” I started to protest.\n\n“I was kidding,” she cut me off abruptly as she turned around. Now I was more confused than ever... I mean I wasn’t an expert, but wasn’t a girl supposed to be flattered if you thought you might love her? Ashe looked... sad.\n\n“I... I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” I told her once I was dressed. She hadn’t said anything.\n\nShe turned back around to look at me with that same sad face. “Don’t... don’t fall in love with me Morgan. You seem like a really nice, sweet guy, and I just know that if you fall for me I’m going to end up breaking your heart,” she told me timidly.\n\nI was really confused now, but I didn’t know what to say. “We’ll worry about that when it happens, for now... let’s just worry about being friends,” I suggested to her.\n\n“I’m serious Morgan... I’m no good for you, even if you would be good to me... I’m like a poison... I don’t have it in me to love anybody right now,” she told me before she left. She took off like a bat out of hell.\n\nI just kept getting more and more confused; I mean, one moment there we are playing a game of ball and I’m on top of the world, and then the next she’s getting upset because she thinks I’m saying I don’t love her and I’m feeling like crap, and then she’s telling me not to fall for her and inside I’m feeling torn up, and then she runs off leaving me with no idea what to feel.\n\nI thought about her the whole way back to the dorms. At first I was just remembering her body on that last shot, but then I started to think about her... I mean her personality. I started thinking about how she looked when she made that shy little face she liked.\n\nSeeing her hot and naked made me feel good, I mean I liked it, but then you had these strange feelings I got whenever I saw her cute faces, and while her body made me feel good, the way she looked when she stopped being flirty... that made me feel... confused. On my way back to my room I tried to figure out just what I had done wrong, and what I was supposed to do about it.\n\nI hadn’t known this girl for even 24 hours yet and already I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I sat around inside my room, watching TV and thinking about everything that had happened to the two of us in the last day or so. Wow this girl was a roller-coaster ride; I’d have to keep my head on straight... and what was all that about how she wouldn’t be good for me or she was like poison and she couldn’t love somebody right now? Everybody loves somebody; so what could have happened to her to make her so cynical? I guess it was then that it hit me... no matter how much of a connection I felt with her, we still didn’t know each other all that well.\n\nI mean... because of last night I knew some of her superficial likes and dislikes, but I hadn’t really known her long enough to demand anything deeper than that... had I? I might have been looking at the TV, but it was a Monday afternoon and I had no clue what was playing right in front of my eyes. I went down to the dining hall at about 2-ish to get something to eat before that night, of course when I got there they only had a few places open since there were only a few students on campus at the time.\n\nWhen I went to sit down; of course Ashe was there, she was sitting in one corner of the dining room alone, so I decided to take the seat across the table from her, I set my tray down and was about to sit when she looked at me. “That seat’s taken,” she told me shortly.\n\n“Erm... okay?” I said as I took my tray to the next table.\n\n“That one’s full too,” she told me. I see how it is then I thought to myself as I walked to the exact opposite corner of the hall. It was a little awkward, because even though I was so far away from her... I still watched her, and she still watched me... it’s not like there was anything else to watch.\n\n“I’d ask you to pass some salt, but you’re across the room, and I’m afraid that somebody else would already have it,” I shouted to her suddenly. “Personally I don’t mind cross-country conversations... should I just keep yelling across the hall or would you prefer that I call you?” I told her.\n\n“This was only a way to make things awkward wasn’t it?” she asked me as he cheeks started to blush... even in an empty room she was embarrassed by the shouting.\n\n“No I thought this was an effort to get into my pants... you mean you don’t force all your friends to sit as far from you as possible while maintaining eye contact... I’d go farther but the dining hall won’t let me take food out of the building,” I shouted back to her.\n\n“Stop shouting and get over here!” she said as she ducked her head in a shy manner.\n\n“Why... I can hear you just fine from over here, and this way you’re crazy embarrassed!” I yelled back to her. She gave a shy little chortle once before she stood up and rushed over to where I was sitting.\n\n“Stop shouting... you’re really embarrassing... you make yourself look like a fool,” she told me as she sat down across from me.\n\n“A cute fool?” I asked her shortly.\n\n“I didn’t say that,” she replied quickly.\n\n“No, but you were thinkin it... weren’t you,” I asked her as I made my eyebrows bounce humorously as I adopted the lopsided smirk that I always seemed to adopt when she smiled. She laughed a little before she regained her composure.\n\n“Why do you always have to behave so childishly?” she said as she rolled her eyes.\n\n“Childish is what made you come over here,” I shrugged in response.\n\n“It’s really uncute you know,” she said in an uptight way. I had an idea for a way to patch things up... I’d put her in an awkward situation earlier... so I decided to let her see a somewhat pathetic side of me... it might just work.\n\n“Are you busy tonight at about... seven?” I asked her suddenly.\n\n“Um, I’m pretty sure I’ll be sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing,” she answered after a moment.\n\n“Well... if you want to... um... I’m probably going to watch Monday Night Raw in my room. You’re welcome to watch it with me if you want to,” I offered.\n\n“Wrestling? No... not just wrestling, but professional wrestling? You watch that crap... are you kidding me?” she asked as she started to grin gloatingly.\n\n“Hey... it’s good, quality, family-friendly entertainment,” I told her.\n\n“How into it do you get?” she asked me as she tried to stifle a laugh.\n\n“Enough that you’ll probably laugh at it,” I answered as I felt myself growing red.\n\n“I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world,” she told me as she kept smiling at the thought. I was going to have to go all out for her tonight... I would break out my most embarrassing outfit, and of course she would find it hilarious.\n\nWe finished eating as she continued to tease me about my choice of entertainment. This was going to be humiliating, but it would make her laugh, and for some reason that became more important to me than the fact that I was about to embarrass myself.\n\nAfter lunch we hung out for a bit, but then she told me she was going to head to the court and work on her moves, she asked if I wanted to come with her, but I had to get my room set up for tonight... if I was going to go through with this plan, I might as well go big.\n\nI pulled all my furniture into the living room so we had more space, because even if she hadn’t agreed to show up I knew that wrestling tended to get me worked up.\n\nAt six thirty I took a shower and changed into perhaps the most embarrassingly AWESOME outfit I had. A lot of you might laugh at this, but I have acquired a replica of John Cena’s ring attire, from the purple and yellow “Cenation” shirt, to the yellow wristbands and the purple sweatband for my bicep, and culminating to cap it all off... a purple and yellow hat. As embarrassing as all that might seem... I actually had replicas of ALL his different ring costumes, the red and blue, the orange... all of them.\n\nPurple and yellow was his most common choice though, so I mimicked this preference... usually when I dressed up like this I matched what I saw him wearing, but since I didn’t want to seem TOO creepy to Ashe I took a guess.\n\nAt a quarter to seven there was a knock at the door. When I opened to door to her she burst out laughing at the sight of me. “You are such a dork,” she said between fits of laughter.\n\n“What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked her obliviously.\n\n“You’re either a homeless Power Ranger or you belong in a big ass bowl of Fruity Pebbles,” she laughed at me. She must have been looked up videos with the Rock in them... it was going to be a long night.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Be gentle,” Ashe whimpered softly in my ear as she softly pulled my shirt back to reveal my bear chest; her soft paw caressing my exposed skin from my neck down to my belt line. With a flick of her wrist and a toss the strap of leather fell to the floor. She lay back onto my bed as she peeled off the yellow tank top that fit her like a second skin. Underneath she hadn’t worn a bra, and now all that she wore was a pair of lace panties.

She slipped those off too as she slipped my hand down between her legs. The moisture around my wriggling fingers only excited me more. The blush on her face deepened as one of her eyes closed, her back arched, and her legs entwined themselves with my own. As I lay down on the bed next to her she undid the button to my trousers. I pinned her down as I pulled my hand from her loins and I drew her closer to me. Our lips met followed by an explosion of flavors and emotions as she gave me that carnal, passionate kiss that drove me wild. She leaned her head back as i kissed her breasts, followed by her neck, her shoulder and then I nibbled ever so tenderly on her ear, the same way she had for me.

She reached down with tender hands as she delicately stroked my manhood. I gripped her about her firm buttocks and I lifted her off the bed as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I slid my hands down to her toned thighs so that I could lower her gently until I was inside her. Her hips slid back slowly at first and then snapped forward as she began.

She leaned forward so that my face was pressed into her firm delicate breasts. The shift in weight caused me to fall back onto my bed where she put both hands on my chest. She drew her hands back down my torso, leaving ten crimson streaks in their wake. The pain only excited me more as our hips careened into each other, and ricocheted only to collide again. She gripped me about the neck and pulled me closer to her, wrapping her arms about me. She dug her claws into my back this time as I nibbled at one of her tender nipples before planting a kiss at the base of her neck. She tossed back her head as she moaned my name. I whispered her name softly as she used one of her arms to push her hair back out of her face.

“Morgan,” she moaned my name again and again as I whispered hers back to her tenderly. I was just about to the climax when I felt a gentle shaking all around me, and her moaning became more of an irritated shouted.

I woke up in my dorm room, and of course Ashe was there. Her face was red as she looked down at me.

“It’s almost 9... were you having a good dream?” she asked me with a flirty smirk.

“How’d you know?” I asked her groggily.

“Well... there’s the obvious,” she said as she rolled her eyes and jerked her head toward my groin. Of course I was displaying the tell-tale signs of morning wood, and my raging boner was embarrassing. “And then you mumbling my name when I walked in... it sounded pretty steamy.”

“What’re you doing in my room?” I asked her to change the subject.

“Well... evidently I was rocking your world, but I was gunna see if you wanted to get breakfast and then play some ball,” she told me with a shrug. I shook my head to wake up, and then I noticed that she was wearing a uniform similar to the one that she’d been wearing yesterday afternoon, except instead of burgundy and yellow, this one was was black and white, and instead of saying St. Marianna instead it said Knights in black and white letters.

“Why is your uniform different today?” I asked her as I looked it over.

“That was my old middle school uniform... I wear it in the summer when they haven’t issued our new ones yet; they sent it to me today and I wanna break it in. So get up and let’s get going,” she told me as she grabbed me by the wrist and drug me out of bed... it wouldn’t have been so bad except I sleep nude, and I still had a stage five erection. “Wow... I must have been really good,” she laughed as she left my bed room.

“Why don’t you break that uniform in the same way you did me?” I shouted to her through the uniform.

“Oh I did... it was much more satisfying,” she answered almost immediately... damn... this girl really was starting to drive me crazy... in the good way I mean.

After I managed to get dressed... and the tension in my groin had subsided to a less humiliating level, we went to breakfast together. “I just want you to know not to expect much from me... I’ve never been very good, but at least I’ll get you to loosen up and have some fun,” I explained to her as we ate.

“Basketball isn’t just a game to me... I play for my own reasons. I have a goal behind all of this,” she told me secretively. She wasn’t looking at me, but at her food, and her face was very stern, suggesting that the conversation was closed and I wasn’t going to get any more out of her on this. At first I was frustrated, but then I reminded myself that we really didn’t know so much about each other yet, I mean I considered us friends, but we’d only met yesterday.

When I thought about it, it was odd that there was such a strong connection between us so quickly that I could forget how new we were to each other. “I used to play basketball with my brother’s and sister’s when I was younger. My older siblings have always been better than me, and lately the younger ones have been coming up rather quickly. When I was about six my dad used to play with us... he always stressed the importance of having fun... he was the best of us, but he hasn’t had time to play ball with us in years,” I told her.

“I have a little brother, Alex, who’d be 9, he was too young to play with me before I left, but my sister, Chloe, she’s twelve... she used to idolize me... she used to play with me all the time, but since I switched schools she’s been pretty distant... whenever I think of her I wish I would do more to reconnect with her, but every time I go home she’s gone. What about you... how is your relationship with your siblings?” she asked me.

“My oldest brother, Jordan, he’s in the NBA; I don’t see him much since he’s on the road a lot, but I’ve always looked up to him... he tried to teach me how to play ball when we were younger, but he was always light years better than I am. Then you have Madelyn; she’s a fashion designer, but she played ball for UCONN in college. Kyle came next, he hosts hunting and skill craft shows... everything from carpentry to auto-mechanics, he never really went to college, but he and Tommy have always played together pretty well. Cassie was the one I was always closest to, both in terms of age and emotions... she doesn’t really like to play ball, but like I said it was a family thing when we were younger. Now that I think of it, it was the only thing we used to do as a family when I was younger... at leas the only thing we enjoyed. Then dad got busy with work and mom... well... mom couldn’t play anymore either. The five of us that were around in the old days try to instill the same love for the game with our younger siblings, but honestly... they’re like completely different people from us,” I explained.

“What happened when you were six to change things so much?” she asked me. I guess I kinda owed it to her to let her know just who she was dealing with.

“Uh... my dad’s company, Pride Industries, took off,” I said in abashed tone... I’d always hated telling people who I was. It changed their perception of me.

“So you are that Morgan Pride; I was wondering... but if that’s you then... your brother... Jordan... he’s Jordan Pride? I mean THE Jordan Pride? The Jordan Pride that plays Power Forward for the Boston Celtics and has lead the league in points for the last four years since he joined? Jordan Pride former Rookie of the Year and four time all-star?” she asked me curiously... there was a desperation in her eyes as she asked.

“That’s him, back when I was younger I used to say I was going to beat him some day... guess that’s just a dream now,” I commented back.

“Can you introduce me?” she asked me suddenly.

“Uh... I guess... if he’s ever around when you are,” I said with a shrug.

“Can you call him?” she pressed me.

“Isn’t that a little bit rude? I mean to just ask me to call my brother because you’re a fan?” I asked her.

“JUST CALL HIM DAMMIT!” she yelled at me.

“Alright, alright, give me a second... he’s gunna wanna know what’s going on,” I told her as I pulled my phone. Sad to say, but I was used to his by now... if they didn’t know who my father was, they always knew one of my siblings.

I picked up my phone and dialed Jordan’s number; I put him on speaker phone so I could hear everything that was said. “Heya baby brother, how are things in Kansas... you’re not going to quit now are you?” he greeted me.

“Hi Jordan. Uh... things are going pretty good here, and hell no I’m not quitting. I just made a friend, and is it so happens she’s a HUGE basketball fan, and she wanted to talk to you... would you mind if I put you on speaker?” I asked him.

“A fan huh, and a girl... is she cute? She has to be if she convinced you to call me so soon, let me give you a little advice; don’t do EVERYTHING she asks... make her give something back in return, I tell you what... I’ll get her to go down on you for this call... put her on,” Jordan told me.

“Ahem... Jordan... you’re on speaker...” I told him as I started to blush... she was already blushing.

“Hello?” he asked after a few minutes. Ashe had this funny look on her face as she stared down at my phone.

“Jordan, this is Ashe, she plays on our high school’s team... right now she’s stunned; I can’t tell if it’s because you just promised that she’d fuck me or because she’s starstruck,” I told him. She shook her head and she seemed to come back to normal.

“I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! I’D DO EVERYTHING TO YOU... HELL I’LL EVEN COWBOY UP ON YOUR BROTHER IF YOU’D COME HERE IN PERSON!” she shouted at him.

“See... told ya I’d get you some action baby brother,” Jordan laughed.

“I saw you in person once three years ago against the Lakers,” she told him excitedly.

“You mean the Quadruple-double don’t you?” he asked her.

“You were amazing... I’ve never seen anybody play quite the way you do. I WISH I could play like that,” she gushed.

“Well I’ll give you a little, Ashe was it? First of all is some personal advice... be a little more careful about who you volunteer to “cowboy up on” and why... otherwise you might volunteer to somebody who actually expects you to follow through. Next, don’t compare yourself to anybody, I might be impressive to you, but to people like Wilt Chamberlain and Michael Jordan I’m just another kid. If you aim to be as good as somebody else you won’t be able to get better as a player, or as a person. When you’re on the court, play for fun, just relax, and have a good time... that’s much more important than playing well,” he counselled her.

I could tell from looking at her that while she listened to it, she didn’t hear it. Her mind was too charged up from being introduced to him. “Sorry Jordan, but I don’t think she heard a word of that,” I laughed.

“You never heard it either... always running around yelling ‘SOMEDAY I’M GUNNA BEAT YOU!’ and pointing at me. You came close a time or two, maybe we should play a game next time I’m in the area,” Jordan responded. I heard something in the background that I couldn’t make out and then Jordan shouted back to somebody. “Sorry to cut this short baby brother, but I’m kind of in practice right now. Bye Morgan, Ashe,” he told us before the line abruptly went dead.

Ashe leapt across the table and locked me in a bone-crushing hug... I would have said something to her, but I was being pressed against her boobs at the moment. Then, for the second time, she reared back and gave me a nice little peck on the cheek. Her face grew a funny shade of red when she realized what she’d done, she let me go and suddenly became very timid. Her cheeks were a rosy color, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, shrugged her shoulders, and her eyes looked off to the right while she tilted her head down. It really was unbearably cute. “Sorry,” she said softly.

I was a little flushed I’m sure... I could feel my face burning beneath the surface, but I was happy. Of all the faces she’d shown me thus far, her shy face was one of my favorites so far. I headed toward the door, and when she didn’t follow me I turned around. “Are you gunna stand around looking shy all day, or are we going to play ball?” I asked her.

She shook her head, as though she’d been thinking about something before she turned and followed after me. “Well, I’m gunna play my best, I’m going to crush you mercilessly, because if I can beat you, it’s like I’m as good as your brother,” she told me as her face changed. She always got excited when she thought of playing basketball, which I found confusing since she didn’t seem to enjoy playing the game from what I’d seen.

When we got to the rec center we found an open court. “How’re we playing this? Shirts and skins? If that’s how we’re doing this I wanna be shirts... I’m real self-conscious about my chest,” I joked.

“We’ll play half-court, if it hits the backboard you have to take it back. Call your own fouls and... I wonder,” she said as she sort of chewed on one of her finger tips in a flirty manner.

“What?” I asked when she just stared at me.

“I learned this game at basketball camp a few months back... it wasn’t really an official thing, but some of the kids at the camp came up with it to help motivate us... I was just wondering if you were game or not?” she she asked as she slid her finger back and forth, tracing the outline of her lips... of course my focus was on her lips and not what she was saying.

“Sure, why not,” I said transfixed.

“GREAT!” she said as she instantly perked up. “Strip basketball, you make a basket your opponent takes off one article of clothing, last person with something on wins,” she told me happily... great... I was gunna be naked in no time. She went to the door; swung it shut, and locked it. “Nobody will see us now,” she told me as she took the ball to center court.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I told her as I bent into a defensive position. She checked the ball in, and the moment it was in her hands she took off, she drove to the left and when I went to guard her she did this weird double-pivot thing to swing her way around me without stopping the ball. She just danced right past me, and by the time I turned to try cover she was two steps ahead of me. Then she was inside the arc, she took one quick step past the free-thrown line, jumped and sunk it in the bucket without a problem.

“1-0... and what’re you gunna drop?” she asked me with a wink. I kicked off one of my shoes as she tossed me the ball. Now... I was only 5’7” so basketball was something of a difficult game for me to play, being as taller opponents tended to block my shots without even jumping, but Ashe was only 5’4” and she was great, she made up for her relatively small stature with her quick feet and excellent ball control.

I took the ball back behind the line and checked it in. I had just stepped across the line and I was trying to work her back, she did excellently really, she kept her eyes on my stomach, where she could see the ball quickly and would know when I was planning a feint... I was going to have to use my secret weapon; the only thing Jordan had ever complimented me on. I came at her as fast as I could and was just about to use it when my missing shoe threw my balance off and I went tumbling down.

Like a hurricane the ball was gone and Ashe had it halfway to the goal by the time I rolled over. While I was there I got a good look at the back of her jersey. Instead of just saying “CRUZ” it had some sort of phrase on it. “a-CRUZ’n” was emblazoned across her back in vibrant black and white.

I couldn’t help myself. “A-CRUZ’n?” I said in a questioning tone.

She just laughed at first. “A nickname they gave me in middle school; the coach said that I ran through the lane, cruising around anybody that tried to defend me, that combined with my last name, and I became a-CRUZ’n... I’ve worn it ever since. Sort of like a good luck charm,” she told me.

“Well I see that trying to play the gentleman was a mistake, alright, we’ll play that way,” I said as I jumped up and took the ball. I kicked off one shoe and took the ball back again. After I checked it in, I wasted no time rushing forward, when I was one step away from her and she was just beginning to follow me I made my move. With a quick cross over I switched directions, and now she had left an open lane to get around her. I charged through and put the ball in the bucket. “YES!” I shouted as I pumped my fist in joy. I grinned widely as I turned to look at her.

She looked stunned. She kicked off a shoe as she took on a serious face. “You tricked me with all that ‘I’m not very good’ talk... alright, if that’s how you want it... game on!” she said firmly as she took the ball back.

“Bring it!” was all I could think to reply. She set her face as she checked the ball in, she seemed intent upon beating me now. She checked the ball back in and came at me quickly; she pushed forward looking for a way around me; she tried a cross over of her own; while she was switching hands, I rolled my left hand in and snatched the ball away, quickly pushing around her so that the ball was between the two of us, I pivoted around in a flash and tore away from her as fast as I could,using her blind spot to change directions without her knowing. When I put the ball in the bucket she looked at me irritably.

“2-2,” I told her with a smile. She chortled once and then it was back into game mode.

The next time she came at me she was ready... my second basket signaled the start of a shoot out, every time I made a basket she’d answer with one of her own. Slowly she began to lighten up her expression while still packing enough intensity on the court to wear me down. It wasn’t just stamina that she had over me... though of course she did have that. Being a girl, she’d started out with an extra piece of clothing.

I was still just barely standing in my boxers trying not to cough up a lung while she was panting softly. I was drenched in sweat while she was just starting to perspire freely. I had her down to just her sports bra and panties and it was my ball. She had a smile on her face as her last bucket went down. She looked confident at me... she had to know I was almost done.

I took the ball from her, checked it in and drove as hard as I could... which was probably somewhere around the speed of an eighty year old man, but instead of covering me she just let me run around her and shoot the basket... weird.

When I turned to her with a smile she surprised me; she gave me a flirty wink as she reached back and undid her bra and tossed it aside... and I was captivated instantly. I could look away from her perfect breasts... even for the sake of that one last basket to strip her of her panties too. She checked the ball in, which only worked because she tossed it with enough force that it ricocheted off my chest and back to her, she took one step forward and the bounce... and I went hard. Unfortunately for me I couldn’t control my hormones, and instead of keeping my head in the game and trying to follow her with my feet... I kept my other head in the game and followed her with my eyes. She sunk the last basket easy. “Thank you Morgan,” she said in a cute voice as she gave me a bent over pose and she put one finger in her mouth.

“No problem,” I said as my face grew red. “I don’t really see the point in stripping down just to get dressed,” I told her as I started for my pile of clothes.

“Loser walks home naked,” she declared as she quickly covered her exposed nipples with arm and headed over to fetch her bra. As you can imagine i was rather surprised by this stipulation.

“How come you get to dress up again then?” I asked her as she picked the bra up and had just started to try and refasten it.

“What... you want to pick up where we left off yesterday?” She asked me as she dropped her bra to the floor.

“I thought you were shy,” I managed to ask her finally.

“I’m shy when it comes to things like love, but sex? You look good enough... I don’t see why we couldn’t have a little fun,” she answered with a shrug.

“Things like love... shouldn’t sex be one of those ‘things like love’?” I asked her.

“I used to think like that too, but trust me... I’m shy emotionally, not physically. You don’t have to be in love to have sex... it might help, but in the end all you really need is lust,” she explained.

“You’re an athlete, shouldn’t you take better care of your body? I mean what if you get pregnant?” I asked her.

“Sex before and after sports is actually proven to reduce stress, and increase self-esteem and self body image... it’s a way of relieving tension... and you’re looking pretty tense right now,” she said as she nodded toward my junk.

“I guess I’m just different, sex without love would be meaningless to me,” I told her shortly.

“Are you saying that you love me? I mean you dreamed that you and I were bumping uglies, and it didn’t seem meaningless then,” she stated in a mocking tone.

“I- I didn’t... I mean... that’s different... that was just... a thing with my hormones,” I Started to mutter; her face turned dejected and I felt like an asshole. “I don’t really … know how I feel about you yet... you’re kind of... an enigma... I mean... I like you... as a friend... but you’re so new to me that I’m not sure that’s all it is,” I managed to finally respond.

She dropped all of her forward pretenses, as she got dressed without a word. She was blushing and giving that same shy look that drove me crazy.

“Get dressed,” she told me quickly.

“But I thought...,” I started to protest.

“I was kidding,” she cut me off abruptly as she turned around. Now I was more confused than ever... I mean I wasn’t an expert, but wasn’t a girl supposed to be flattered if you thought you might love her? Ashe looked... sad.

“I... I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” I told her once I was dressed. She hadn’t said anything.

She turned back around to look at me with that same sad face. “Don’t... don’t fall in love with me Morgan. You seem like a really nice, sweet guy, and I just know that if you fall for me I’m going to end up breaking your heart,” she told me timidly.

I was really confused now, but I didn’t know what to say. “We’ll worry about that when it happens, for now... let’s just worry about being friends,” I suggested to her.

“I’m serious Morgan... I’m no good for you, even if you would be good to me... I’m like a poison... I don’t have it in me to love anybody right now,” she told me before she left. She took off like a bat out of hell.

I just kept getting more and more confused; I mean, one moment there we are playing a game of ball and I’m on top of the world, and then the next she’s getting upset because she thinks I’m saying I don’t love her and I’m feeling like crap, and then she’s telling me not to fall for her and inside I’m feeling torn up, and then she runs off leaving me with no idea what to feel.

I thought about her the whole way back to the dorms. At first I was just remembering her body on that last shot, but then I started to think about her... I mean her personality. I started thinking about how she looked when she made that shy little face she liked.

Seeing her hot and naked made me feel good, I mean I liked it, but then you had these strange feelings I got whenever I saw her cute faces, and while her body made me feel good, the way she looked when she stopped being flirty... that made me feel... confused. On my way back to my room I tried to figure out just what I had done wrong, and what I was supposed to do about it.

I hadn’t known this girl for even 24 hours yet and already I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I sat around inside my room, watching TV and thinking about everything that had happened to the two of us in the last day or so. Wow this girl was a roller-coaster ride; I’d have to keep my head on straight... and what was all that about how she wouldn’t be good for me or she was like poison and she couldn’t love somebody right now? Everybody loves somebody; so what could have happened to her to make her so cynical? I guess it was then that it hit me... no matter how much of a connection I felt with her, we still didn’t know each other all that well.

I mean... because of last night I knew some of her superficial likes and dislikes, but I hadn’t really known her long enough to demand anything deeper than that... had I? I might have been looking at the TV, but it was a Monday afternoon and I had no clue what was playing right in front of my eyes. I went down to the dining hall at about 2-ish to get something to eat before that night, of course when I got there they only had a few places open since there were only a few students on campus at the time.

When I went to sit down; of course Ashe was there, she was sitting in one corner of the dining room alone, so I decided to take the seat across the table from her, I set my tray down and was about to sit when she looked at me. “That seat’s taken,” she told me shortly.

“Erm... okay?” I said as I took my tray to the next table.

“That one’s full too,” she told me. I see how it is then I thought to myself as I walked to the exact opposite corner of the hall. It was a little awkward, because even though I was so far away from her... I still watched her, and she still watched me... it’s not like there was anything else to watch.

“I’d ask you to pass some salt, but you’re across the room, and I’m afraid that somebody else would already have it,” I shouted to her suddenly. “Personally I don’t mind cross-country conversations... should I just keep yelling across the hall or would you prefer that I call you?” I told her.

“This was only a way to make things awkward wasn’t it?” she asked me as he cheeks started to blush... even in an empty room she was embarrassed by the shouting.

“No I thought this was an effort to get into my pants... you mean you don’t force all your friends to sit as far from you as possible while maintaining eye contact... I’d go farther but the dining hall won’t let me take food out of the building,” I shouted back to her.

“Stop shouting and get over here!” she said as she ducked her head in a shy manner.

“Why... I can hear you just fine from over here, and this way you’re crazy embarrassed!” I yelled back to her. She gave a shy little chortle once before she stood up and rushed over to where I was sitting.

“Stop shouting... you’re really embarrassing... you make yourself look like a fool,” she told me as she sat down across from me.

“A cute fool?” I asked her shortly.

“I didn’t say that,” she replied quickly.

“No, but you were thinkin it... weren’t you,” I asked her as I made my eyebrows bounce humorously as I adopted the lopsided smirk that I always seemed to adopt when she smiled. She laughed a little before she regained her composure.

“Why do you always have to behave so childishly?” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Childish is what made you come over here,” I shrugged in response.

“It’s really uncute you know,” she said in an uptight way. I had an idea for a way to patch things up... I’d put her in an awkward situation earlier... so I decided to let her see a somewhat pathetic side of me... it might just work.

“Are you busy tonight at about... seven?” I asked her suddenly.

“Um, I’m pretty sure I’ll be sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing,” she answered after a moment.

“Well... if you want to... um... I’m probably going to watch Monday Night Raw in my room. You’re welcome to watch it with me if you want to,” I offered.

“Wrestling? No... not just wrestling, but professional wrestling? You watch that crap... are you kidding me?” she asked as she started to grin gloatingly.

“Hey... it’s good, quality, family-friendly entertainment,” I told her.

“How into it do you get?” she asked me as she tried to stifle a laugh.

“Enough that you’ll probably laugh at it,” I answered as I felt myself growing red.

“I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world,” she told me as she kept smiling at the thought. I was going to have to go all out for her tonight... I would break out my most embarrassing outfit, and of course she would find it hilarious.

We finished eating as she continued to tease me about my choice of entertainment. This was going to be humiliating, but it would make her laugh, and for some reason that became more important to me than the fact that I was about to embarrass myself.

After lunch we hung out for a bit, but then she told me she was going to head to the court and work on her moves, she asked if I wanted to come with her, but I had to get my room set up for tonight... if I was going to go through with this plan, I might as well go big.

I pulled all my furniture into the living room so we had more space, because even if she hadn’t agreed to show up I knew that wrestling tended to get me worked up.

At six thirty I took a shower and changed into perhaps the most embarrassingly AWESOME outfit I had. A lot of you might laugh at this, but I have acquired a replica of John Cena’s ring attire, from the purple and yellow “Cenation” shirt, to the yellow wristbands and the purple sweatband for my bicep, and culminating to cap it all off... a purple and yellow hat. As embarrassing as all that might seem... I actually had replicas of ALL his different ring costumes, the red and blue, the orange... all of them.

Purple and yellow was his most common choice though, so I mimicked this preference... usually when I dressed up like this I matched what I saw him wearing, but since I didn’t want to seem TOO creepy to Ashe I took a guess.

At a quarter to seven there was a knock at the door. When I opened to door to her she burst out laughing at the sight of me. “You are such a dork,” she said between fits of laughter.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked her obliviously.

“You’re either a homeless Power Ranger or you belong in a big ass bowl of Fruity Pebbles,” she laughed at me. She must have been looked up videos with the Rock in them... it was going to be a long night.

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