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Waiting for Will

By: warrysan



"Come on kid, show me what you got."

Another day at the park, and another disbeliever to prove something to. Will thought that by now people would quit acting so surprised, but every time he beat one of them they still looked at him in awe, as if they doubted what they had seen was possible. 

As always, once he set foot on the court all the kids would crowd around to watch. Today, his opponent was Anthony, a backup guard on the local community college team. Will knew he wouldn't have any problems with him. He was only giving up a few inches and maybe twenty pounds, which was a lot less than usual. The older boy checked the ball to Will and took up his defensive stance. Will smiled down at the ball in his hands for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to his opponent. He had his game face on now, and was ready to put on a show. 

The game was almost over before it started. Without taking a single dribble, Will rose up and drained a long jump shot. The ball was out of his hands so fast Anthony didn't even have enough time to try and block it. Anthony muttered to himself, "Damn, his release is quick." Some of his teammates had gone one on one with Will before, and had warned him about his skills, but he didn't understand the extent of Will's talent until it was too late. 

Now it was his turn to try and score. He tried to drive with his best move. He crossed over from his left to his right, then spun back to his left. Usually at worst he could shoot a fade away from here, but as he finished his spin he realized he no longer had the ball. Will was already waiting for him at the top of the key, calmly dribbling the ball, waiting for him to catch up. It didn't matter. Anthony closed in on him, respecting his range, but Will easily slipped by him and casually laid the ball in. 

Soon the score was 10 to 0, and Anthony was shaken. Not only was Will beating him, but he had yet to score a single bucket. Will had barely broken a sweat. After his first two baskets, he had made nine lay ups in a row. Anthony just couldn't stay with him. What frustrated him the most was that unlike other games, Will was beating him solely by driving to the basket, and he wasn't dunking. Usually Will showed off his entire repertoire, but not today. Anthony wasn't good enough to show his entire game to, and now he knew it. A few minutes later, the dejected older boy walked off the court, his tail between his legs. 

Will watched him leave with a blank expression on his face. He took no pleasure in beating a guy like Anthony. It never did anything for his ego, and always did horrible things to his opponent's. He knew the look of defeat well; he'd been seeing it since he was six years old. 

Will was now eighteen, but he had been coming to the park since he could remember. The park wasn't much different from any other park in town. Will just happened to frequent this one because it was close to his house...and because it had a basketball court. Since he had been old enough to dribble a ball, he had spent his every spare moment playing ball. His happiest memories were of the times when his dad had brought him to the court to teach him how to play. Back then, the court was often deserted, giving them hours and hours to play horse or work on his skills. Will's father was never a basketball expert, or even much of a player, but he knew his son loved it more than anything in the world, so he came to love it as well. It was his way of being close with his son, and Will loved him for it. Will's room was covered in basketball posters and filled with his trophies and jerseys. If basketball were a food group, Will would eat it for every meal. 

As much as Will loved the game, it always made him feel empty after playing. More than anything, he wished his father could see him play one more time. God, it still hurt every time he remembered he was gone. Basketball always reminded him of his father, which made him immensely happy and a little sad at the same time. It was a very bittersweet feeling, which often made Will a very melancholy young man. Often his mind would drift off and he would find himself wondering how long he had spaced out for. 

This was one of those times. He found that he had no idea how long he had been shooting by himself. Much of the crowd had left, leaving a hand full of onlookers hoping for another glimpse of brilliance. Just then a voice brought him out of his reverie. 

"Hey, you ever plan on missing one?"

It was Johnny, one of his teammates and closest friends. Will liked Johnny because he was always quick with a joke and a smile, but most importantly because he knew when to put his carefree attitude in check and be a true friend, someone who would stand by you during the tough times. Johnny knew Will well enough to know when he was thinking about his dad, and as long as he wasn't in too poor a condition the best thing to do was generally to make him laugh and forget about it. 

Johnny knew exactly what Will was going to say before the words were uttered. It was a part of their ritual greeting when they met at the park. 

"I don't know how to miss," he replied in a seemingly flat tone, but his face could not hide the fact he was glad to see his buddy.

"Yeah, well just watch me for a few minutes, it's amazing how much you might learn," he said with a chuckle. On the contrary, Johnny was a pretty descent player, but he knew that he wasn't really in Will's league. On the court, he thought of Will as Batman, and himself as Robin; a 6 ft 8 in shot-blocking Robin. 

"Whatever. Maybe if I threw you a descent pass you'd score once in awhile."

"Nah, scoring isn't my job. Normally my job would be to rebound, but if you keep shooting like that Coach won't have any use for me at all."

That brought a laugh out of Will. His face was completely different when he would laugh and smile, so different that some people almost didn't recognize him when he did. 

"No, you should know you're real job is to stand in the paint and look intimidating in case the other team decides to kick my skinny ass." In reality, Will wasn't all that skinny, but next to Johnny he looked like it. 

"Spoken like a true point guard: sucking up all the glory and letting his center do the dirty work."

"That's a center's job, to do the dirty work."

"Only when you have a team with a lousy center like me and an all-state point guard like you."

"Someone has to do the dirty work, and if you don't then I won't be able to suck up all the glory, so I guess I better keep you around."

"For someone who sucks up all the glory, you never act like it. Any other person with your skills would be fucking half the cheerleaders every night of the week and twice on game days."

Johnny was right. Will never flaunted his talent the way other great players do. He was never arrogant, never made anyone think less of themselves. He never even talked trash on the court. Instead, he kept his mouth shut, his game face on, and dominated. He felt that not playing the game the way his father taught him to would be the same thing as disrespecting his father's memory, and that is something he would not do. All Johnny really wanted was for Will to live a little. He knew Will had never had a girlfriend, and he knew why. Will was never truly happy, not in his heart, because part of him had died with his father. The trouble with pure, unrestrained love was how it left a rift in its absence. Johnny understood this, and had spent their childhood trying to snap Will out of the gloomy mindscape he was often in. 

"Why don't I fuck the rest of the cheerleaders while I'm at it?"

"Cause only half the cheerleaders are cute."

They both had a good laugh over that one and for a moment Will forgot all about his troubles. 

"You are aware that you could have any one of them, aren't you?"

"If that's what I wanted..."

"Why don't you?"

"Because they only want me because I can ball."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"For most people, nothing is wrong with that."

"But it doesn't work for you?"

"Not for me."

"Well that's a shame, because I'll never fuck half the cheerleaders, not even the ugly half. I was hoping you would, because then at least I could ask you what it was like."

"Guess you're shit out of luck, my man."

They both looked at each other a moment, and laughed an easy laugh. No matter what, they'd always be friends.

"Hey, I'm starving. Why don't you come back to my place. My Mom will be home soon and you know how much she likes to feed us."

"Sounds good to me, I'll race ya there."

It was all a game to them, since Johnny knew he could never outrun Will. It was one of their many childhood rituals that they never gave up. It always made Will feel like they were still six years old, back when nothing bad could ever happen. Will's mother, Donna, always loved to have Johnny over. They had always been friends, but after Will Sr. passed away they had become more like brothers. Donna knew Johnny was a good kid, and that he always looked out for Will. Johnny knew he always had a standing invitation at their house, so it was never in question as to whether it would be alright if he stayed for supper. 

That summer Will started to let go of the past. He met Johnny at the park practically every day with the guys from the team. They were hoping that this fall Will would lead them to a state championship. They had lost in the final the year before to St. Matthews, a local school which had become the rival of Stanton High. They practiced constantly, and became something of a fixture at the park. Eventually the city even put bleachers next to the court, which only brought more people to watch the boys of Stanton High play. Most days there was a constant crowd on hand, but most people were really there to watch the local prodigy: Will. Most of the guys on the team knew that the only reason a lot of them came to watch was because of Will, but they didn't mind. Will was a nice guy and a great teammate, and they knew he'd been through a lot. Plus, during the summer lots of cute girls were in the crowd which always made things a little more interesting. 

Today was a scorcher in the park. The team had worked their ass off during the morning when it was cooler, and now decided they deserved to kick back and have an inter-squad scrimmage. Will and Johnny headed one side, while the other starters, Lucas, Andre, and Malcolm led the other. It seemed the best way to split the starters up since Will and Johnny always played together, and Andre and Malcolm were identical twins, so naturally they were inseparable. In fact, when they weren't wearing jerseys, none of the others could tell them apart. It didn't really matter; being twins they even played exactly alike. Sometimes it was almost scary how they worked together, as if they always knew what the other was thinking. As good as Will was, Andre and Malcolm (Dre and Mal to the team) were not the kind of players you could take lightly in a five on five game. They also talked a lot of trash on the court, but with the team it was always more like friendly ribbing.

"Yo Will, me and Dre gonna school you today," said Malcolm. Will knew he was going to have to get his A game working today. In a five on five game, three starters against two almost always had the advantage, and Dre had a hot hand that day. He'd hit several long shots already, and Will knew he would have to shut him down. Johnny could hold his own in the paint, but the others couldn't cover Mal and Dre. When Will slowed down Dre, Mal would get open. To make matters worse, after playing awhile Will wasn't even sure who was Mal and who was Dre. I bet they wore identical black shorts on purpose, just to make life harder on him he thought. 

The game was winding down, and the score was tight. Will faked a shot from the top of the key. Lucas bit on the fake, and Will drove to the whole looking for a score. Mal and Dre closed in on him in a double team. Will knew he couldn't shoot over both of them, so he stopped short, spun 180 degrees and threw a no-look alley-oop over his head to Johnny. That brought the game to twenty a piece, next point would win it. Mal was getting frustrated. He was tired of always losing to Will, mostly because you couldn't talk as much game when you lost.

"Afraid to put up the shot Will? Gotta have Johnny finish the play for ya? Next time you take it to the goal you betta come strong." 

Will knew Mal was trying to get inside his head and make him do something he wouldn't normally do. Most of the time he would ignore that kind of comment, but today wasn't a real game, it was just practice. As Lucas brought the ball up court Will lost his game face for a second and smiled. He was feeling feisty today and wanted to finish the game with a splash, and at Mal's expense if he could help it. 

Will shouted to Mal, "Twenty bucks and a round of sodas says I score the last bucket of the game dunking over you."

Knowing Will was the shortest guy on the team, Mal couldn't pass up that bet. Will might score the winning bucket, but on a dunk? Mal knew he could, but Will hardly ever dunked during games. 

"Now you talkin boy, but you got the skills to back yo play?"

Will shot back, "let me show you."

Before Mal could say anything else, Will sprang into action. He slapped the ball away from Lucas and took off towards the other end of the court. He beat Dre to the ball and sprinted to the basket. Mal was the only one left who could catch him. Knowing that Will would go up for the dunk, Mal sprang into the air to block his shot. Will jumped from the left side of the basket and saw Mal flying towards him. He knew Mal was bigger and could out jump him, so he would have no chance going directly at the basket. Will changed directions in midair, twisting his body and ducking under Mal's outstretched arms as he flew under the basket and threw in a reverse on the right side of the hoop. 

"Hoooolllly shit!" exclaimed Lucas. He was used to seeing Will do amazing things with the ball, but never had he seen him do something that acrobatic in the air. Mal and the others stood staring in disbelief as Will hung from the hoop with a silly grin on his face. The people watching from the stands weren't quite so tongue tied. In fact, they were going nuts. Amongst them were some girls from the neighborhood that also went to Stanton. One of them was Luke's sister, Rachel. Usually she came to watch her brother play, but lately she found herself watching Will more than him. She had also brought her friends Carrie, Stephanie, and Emma along to keep her company. They weren't just there to keep her company though. Lucas had always had a thing for Emma, so being a good sister Rachel made sure to bring her. Carrie and Steph were on the girl's team and hung out with the guys team all the time. On game nights they would usually head over to the diner together and relax after their games. They were all hoping that tonight would be like one of those nights. 

Will finally dropped from the rim and said, "hurry back from 7/11, I'm thirsty." 

Mal could only shake his head. "That's cool. The show was worth twenty bucks even if it was a little short."

The guys all laughed at Mal's good nature and gave Will a pat on the back. Dre went with Mal to grab the drinks and gave Will a knowing look as he followed his brother. Will wasn't quite sure what that was all about until he felt a tap on his bare shoulder. 

"Hey Will, you looked terrific out there." It was Rachel of course. As confident as Will was on the court, he always froze up around girls and Rachel in particular. He never knew what to say around her. They had known each other ever since they were kids. Back then she was just Luke's annoying older sister, but now she was 5 ft 7 of gorgeous legs, wavy blond hair, and penetrating bright blue eyes. Any of the other guys would kill to be in Will's position, having Rachel vying for his attention, but more often than not he was oblivious. 

"Uh, thanks Rach. I guess all the practice is paying off."

"I know, I come to watch you guys play like practically every day."

"You do?"

"Uh, yeah, you haven't noticed the cute blonde sitting in the bleachers?"

"What?"

"I meant me dumbass!" 

Rachel wasn't mad, she was just teasing him. Sometimes Will was so slow to pick things up it frustrated her so much she thought she'd have to throw herself at him to get his attention. 

"Right, sorry," he said with a nervous laugh.

"Hey, the girls and I were thinking of heading over to the diner later tonight. Why don't you tell the guys to go home and get cleaned up and meet us over there, say around seven?"

"I don't know Rachel, I'm kind of beat, it's been so hot out today."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, I promise. I'll wear something skimpy and you can buy me a milkshake and pretend to be my boyfriend, to keep all the other guys from getting any ideas."

"Yeah, as long as we're only pretending, because you know how mad Luke would be if we weren't."

She knew he was right, but she didn't care anymore. Lucas was a good brother, but sometimes he got so protective of her it drove her crazy. She had to keep things with Will under control to give Lucas some time to get used to the idea. Otherwise, things might get really complicated in a hurry. 

"Don't you worry about my brother. I'll take care of him. Besides, we're only pretending, remember?"

"Why do I have this feeling you're going to get me in trouble?"

"Because you have good instincts, and I'm the best kind of trouble you could get yourself into." 

Now Rachel was really turning on her charms. She held his hands in hers and looked up at him, bringing her face almost close enough to kiss him before whispering, "Don't keep me waiting, k?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you there at seven."

Will wasn't sure when Mal and Dre had gotten back, or how much they had seen, but from the look on Dre's face, they had seen more than enough to give him a hard time.

"Man, when are you going to take her out? You know she's waiting for you right?"

Will looked past Dre and could see Lucas giving him a dirty look. He knew this was not the time or the place, so he chose his words carefully.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dre."

Mal joined in. "I think you know exactly what my bro is talkin bout, and he's right dog. Why else would someone that hot not have a boyfriend?"

"You're guess is as good as mine guys. Listen, I'll see all of you at the diner tonight, right?"

They all agreed. Will left with Johnny, but today they took a leisurely stroll back to Johnny's place. They were too tired to run, and the sun was still high enough to make the air seem stifling. Will was lost in his own thoughts, as usual. They walked for a good ten minutes before Johnny couldn't stand it any longer, he just had to know.

"You know Mal and Dre are right Will. Rachel's been after you for awhile now."

"You think so?"

"Will, I know so, everybody does. When are you going to join the club and wake up?"

"I don't know Johnny..."

"Look Will, remember when we were talking about the cheerleaders?"

"Haha, yeah, what's your point?"

"Well, we always joke about the cheerleaders and stuff, but Rachel's different. I mean, I know she's hot, you can't help but notice that. But Rachel is a really nice girl too. Is there some reason I don't know about that you won't date her?"

"Come on Johnny, it's just weird since we've known each other since we were kids. Plus, you know Luke would kill me."

"Screw Lucas man. I know he's our two guard and all, but she's going to date someone sooner or later, and I'm thinking it may as well be you. Think of it this way, would you rather it be you, or that dick from St Matthews?"

"You mean Scott Hansen?"

"Yup."

"She wouldn't."

"You know the Hansens are friends with their family, and Scott makes it a point to talk to her every Sunday after mass. You also know it doesn't hurt that he's got some game."


Waiting for Will Ch. 02



Will always liked going back to school in the fall. Johnny and the guys never could understand why he always looked forward to it. To them it was sheer drudgery that was only made tolerable by girls in short skirts and basketball games with dancing cheerleaders. It wasn't that Will didn't like those things too (what red blooded eighteen year old doesn't?), but to him school served another purpose entirely. He liked the structure that school provided. It gave his life a sense of order that he enjoyed, and truth be told he needed some of that in his life. Although he liked having his private time to think, the summer was just too long, and that left him with too much time on his hands. Too much free time always seemed to inevitably lead to thinking about his father more than he should, and that was not a good thing. 

More than anything else, Will liked going back to school because, naturally, he got to play basketball. Being his senior year, he knew he would have it easy. Two of his classes were taught by assistant coaches, and he had Coach Riggs for economics. Along with that, his schedule was rounded out with a PE class and some study hall periods, a senior schedule if ever there was one. 

As he walked towards Johnny's house, he wondered if Danielle would be in any of his classes. They hadn't had any time alone together since the night they met, and Will was starting to get antsy. She was like some kind of horribly addictive drug that he couldn't seem to get enough of. Every night he would lay awake in his bed and think about what it would be like to be with her, to be able to bury his nose in her mane of fiery red curls and breathe in the scent of her hair. 

He thought back to the night they had kissed, the way she had seemed infused with the essence of a ripe peach, the way his senses seemed to be overwhelmed by her. It was the most desperate of his hearts desires, but he didn't know how he could go about satisfying his hunger for her. He wasn't bold enough to ask her out on a date, but maybe he could convince Carrie and Steph to bring her and the rest of the girls out to the diner one night. He thought about asking Luke to get Rachel to help out, but he hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks. Come to think of it, Luke and the girls hadn't mentioned anything about her absence for quite awhile. That seemed a bit out of character to him, but he dismissed the thought as quickly as it had entered his consciousness. 

Johnny was waiting for Will at the corner, leaning up against a tree and making short work of his daily apple. They walked the rest of the way in silence, which wasn't unusual. Johnny was actually glad that Will was in one of his quiet moods. It gave him a chance to organize his thoughts. He had gotten a call from Malcolm a few days ago, and had gotten quite a shock when Mal told him Danielle was going to drop a bomb on Will at some point. On some level he was glad that Rachel might still have her shot with Will, but he had come to enjoy the new and improved Will. He had been so happy the last few weeks, and Johnny didn't want to see that end. He wasn't looking forward to picking up the pieces once the shit hit the fan, but he knew that Will would need him as much as ever, and Johnny wasn't the kind of guy to turn his back on a friend, especially not Will.

As they walked up the steps into the brick building, Johnny pushed those thoughts to the back of his head and went to his locker. He spun the lock open with a practiced ease and found that someone had slipped a note through one of the slots. His curiosity won out, and throwing caution to the wind he decided to open it immediately. It was from Rachel of all people, and simply said to call her after school whenever he could. This wasn't the way he wanted to start his day. The last thing he needed was Rachel adding to his growing Will induced headache. 

"Why can't people just handle their own damn drama and leave me out of it," he wondered. He wished that this was a James Bond movie and the message would self destruct on its own, but better not to take any chances, so he tore the note into little pieces and dropped it in the nearest trashcan. When he looked up, he saw Rachel glancing his way, most likely to catch his reaction to her note. He gave her a nod to confirm he'd read it, then hurried down the hall without giving her a second look. 

The first few periods of the day passed without further incident. Will was happy to discover that he and the twins were in the same civics class, and Johnny was in his economics and English classes. With his afternoon consisting of lunch, PE, and study hall, Will knew he had it made. He headed into the cafeteria with a big grin on his face and pulled up a seat next to Johnny. Soon the rest of the team took their usual seats at the table and they were talking about anything and everything. 

After lunch Will had to get to the library for his study hall period. Most kids loved study hall since it was basically free time to relax and goof off. Will was happy to have a period where he wouldn't have heaps of homework, but he always found himself getting bored. None of the guys had this study hall, so Will grabbed a chair at a table near the corner and pulled out his econ book and pretended to read it. He found himself day dreaming about Danielle, wishing she was there to keep him company. He was so engrossed in his daydream that he didn't realize the real thing was walking toward him. 

"I thought that was you hiding in the corner," she said with a smile.

"I wasn't hiding."

"Whatever. I'm sure you have to hide from all the cute girls so you can get your homework done. I guess I better leave you alone."

"NO, no, it's okay, really I won't mind."

"Well, since you twisted my arm..."

She giggled and pulled up a chair next to him. Any hopes of getting any studying done were officially gone. She was wearing a tight red tube top that left the tops of her breasts exposed, and a short white pleated skirt that sat low on her hips and left most of her thighs exposed. Will tried to hide the fact that he was flustered by pretending to study, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at her whenever he thought he could get away with it. His eyes were having a difficult time deciding whether they should fixate on the gentle rise and fall of her ample chest, or the creamy stems emerging from her short skirt. 

All too soon the bell was ringing, rudely snapping Will out of his hormone induced stupor. Danielle was already gathering her things to head to her next class. 

"I suppose I should get going. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, same table?"

"Yeah, sounds good, thanks for keeping me company."

"No problem. See you later Will."

And with that, the object of his affection was gone. The rest of the day seemed to drag by as if it was in slow motion. Will couldn't wait until he got to see Danielle again. He had been able to spend a little time with her, but no matter what it never seemed to be enough. It was like giving a man in the desert a few drops of water, but holding the canteen out of reach. 

By the time basketball practice arrived Will was desperate for something to take his mind off of Danielle. The team was basically the same as last year minus a couple of seniors that graduated. Soon Will was engrossed in practice and forgot all about Danielle. Having organized practices with the coaches was nice for a change. It gave Will a chance to just play without worrying about keeping everyone else in line. With Lucas being the only non-senior starter, they would have a very experienced squad this year. Most of the newspapers had predicted they would win the championship, mostly due to Will's outstanding play. 

The first few practices were always pretty relaxed, as the coaches were just trying to get a feel for what kind of shape they were in, having not seen them in action for months. Everything seemed smooth and easy this year. All the practice during the summer had taught the boys how to work together to maximize their strengths. What Will really thought helped was having Danielle come to their practices. With her running the point for the other side, Lucas got to play his natural position, shooting guard, and work more closely with Will. They had become so familiar with each other that Mal and Dre started joking about them being twins that were separated at birth. Everyone left the gym that afternoon feeling great about their season...well almost everyone. 

After practice Johnny quickly headed out of the gym and headed straight for home. All day he had been wondering what Rachel wanted to talk about. He was sure that it would have something to do with Will, and although he knew the conversation might not exactly be pleasant, his curiosity was definitely peaked, and Johnny was just a curious guy by nature. If nothing else, being Will's friend always kept life interesting. He waited till after dinner to call her. Luckily, his parents hit the sack early just about every night, which would give him some privacy.

When the phone rang Rachel picked it up so fast she startled her mother. 

"Hello?" she said with a tinge of nervousness. 

"Hi, Rachel, it's Johnny."

"Oh thank God Johnny. If you had waited any longer to call I think I would have lost my mind."

"That bad huh?"

"Ugh, you have no idea. So I guess you know why I'm calling..."

"Let me guess. It starts with a 'W' and ends in 'ill.'"

"You guessed it."

"So mademoiselle, how may I be of service?" Johnny drawled in his best French accent, which was terrible by anyone's standards. 

"I need to know something Johnny, and being Will's best friend you seemed like the logical one to ask."

"Come on Rach, cut to the chase."

"Oh God, I'm even afraid to ask. Well, here goes...are Will and Danielle dating?" She couldn't help but hold her breath and grimace as the words came out of her mouth. 

Johnny paused. He had to think how he could answer this delicately. On one hand, they weren't actually dating, which would give Rachel hope. On the other, he knew that Will wanted to be with Danielle, but Danielle didn't want to be with Will. So, in reality, nobody wanted the person who wanted them, and that created a problem. "This is just great," Johnny thought to himself. A regular old love triangle with me playing referee. What could possibly be more fun?

"No, they haven't gone on a date."

"But he wants to, doesn't he?" she said with a touch of defeat in her voice.

"Yes."

"So why hasn't he asked her?"

"You know why Rach."

"Ugh, yeah, I guess I do, more than anyone else when I think about it. I guess I can't blame him, she is gorgeous."

"So are you Rachel."

"Thanks Johnny, that's sweet of you to say so."

"You know you are, you don't have to play modest with me Rach."

Rachel knew this wasn't easy for Johnny either. She tried to keep her emotions in check, but things were quickly spiraling out of control inside of her. 

"Oh Johnny, what am I going to do?"

"I don't know, I guess it kinda depends."

"On what?"

Johnny knew he had to walk a very fine line here. If he told Rachel too much, she might just give up on Will entirely, or worse yet be disgusted by the idea of playing second best (which would destroy the plan Johnny was formulating in his head). He knew he was playing with fire, but at this point he didn't really have any better ideas, so he decidedly to plunge ahead and hope for the best. That's just the way Johnny approached most problems: shoot first and ask questions later. 

"Why'd you stop coming to the park?"

"What are you talking about now Johnny? What does that have to do with this?"

"Just humor me."

"You know why, don't you? After the night at the diner I figured I'd lost my chance. I was so miserable that I didn't think I could face him. Then Carrie and Steph told me that she was practicing with you guys, and the last thing I wanted to see was them together, so I thought it would be best that I just avoid them entirely."

"Call me crazy, but that doesn't sound like something a real friend would do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she said with a hint of hurt in her voice.

"Look, I'm not trying to guilt trip you, but I think a real friend would be happy for Will."

"Johnny..."

"Rach, you know how hard things have been for him. If it was something else, something besides a girl that made him happy, wouldn't you want him to have it?"

"Yeah, when you put it that way I guess so."

"No matter what, even if you didn't like it?"

"I see what you mean now. I guess I've been kind of a selfish bitch huh?"

"I wouldn't go that far. Don't beat yourself up too much, that wasn't what I meant."

"I know, but it's true all the same. I mean, if you had a crush on Danielle, you wouldn't have stopped going to the park."

"Uh yeah, who says I don't?"

"I'm not really all that surprised. I figured all of you guys would have a thing for her by now, even Lucas. I mean, she's so perfect it's annoying! She's hot, she's awesome at basketball, she can flirt with anyone...who wouldn't fall all over themselves for her?"

"I know what you mean. When we practice, I have to remind myself not to stare at her tits."

"Johnny!"

"Haha, sorry Rach, but it's the truth. I do know what you mean though, more than you probably think..."

Rachel was smiling to herself. Johnny was usually the big, nice, funny guy of the group, but he wasn't usually the one to get the attention from the girls. It was kinda cute to hear him drop the jokes for a second and talk seriously about how he felt about someone he was interested in. 

"Johnny Walker, are you telling me that you might be interested in Danielle?"

"Yeah, but it's hopeless. I mean, it's like I'm Shrek and she's Fiona, except without the part where she changes into an ogre."

"Ahhhh, poor Johnny."

"Give me a break Rach. You think you've had a tough time? I have to see Danielle all the time and I can't do a damn thing because of Will. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Alright, alright, you made you're point. Not that it helps any, but misery does love company, so thanks."

"Any time. So what are you going to do now?"

"I guess all I can do now is be Will's friend, the kind of friend I should have been from the start."

Bingo! That's what Johnny wanted to hear. Now he had Rachel where he wanted her, and it had been surprisingly easy. Johnny had an overwhelming urge to pat himself on the back and do a cartwheel, but he'd save that for later, like when he got his two lovebirds together. Maybe this is my calling, he thought to himself: Johnny Walker, professional match maker. It'd have a nice ring to it if his name wasn't also a major brand of Scotch whiskey, but alas there wasn't anything he could do about that, so he resigned himself to just being good old reliable Johnny. It didn't sound as nice, but for now it would have to do. 

"Now that sounds more like the Rachel we all know and love!"

"Thanks Johnny, for listening and everything. It won't be easy, but I promise I'll try."

"That's all I can ask for."

"It's getting late so I'll let you go. See you at school tomorrow?"

"I'd rather see you anywhere BUT school, but I guess that will have to do."

Rachel laughed, and decided she was feeling better about this already. For not having the reputation of being very bright, Johnny always seemed to have a good bead on things. 

"Okay, g'night Johnny."

"Night Rach."

They both hung up, each with their hearts a bit lighter than they had been before. Johnny felt so good he decided to reward himself. He didn't pat himself on the back, but he did do a cartwheel in the middle of the living room. On the other side of the neighborhood, Rachel looked at herself in the large mirror hanging on the wall in her room as she brushed out her tangled dark blonde locks until they were smooth and soft again. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she realized she really was a very cute girl. Maybe she'd never be supermodel gorgeous like Danielle, but she had her own charms to dazzle the boys with. Her stomach was naturally flat, her body trim. Her tiny waist accentuated the curve of her hips and her heart shaped behind. Maybe, just maybe, if she really tried she might be able to grab some of Will's attention. Ladies look out. The girl next door was ready to turn up the heat. 

The next day when Will met up with Johnny, he could tell that his friend was unusually cheerful, even for a guy like him. He couldn't even eat his apple without smiling, which made him look a little like the ogre, Shrek, when he chewed. Will smiled to himself at the comparison, because in reality Johnny was kind of like Shrek: a seemingly big, dumb, cheerful ogre who was quite happy with who he was even if other people thought he was ugly and chased him with pitchforks. 

As the pair walked to school Will started to wonder if something was going on with Johnny. Usually when he had something to be happy about he couldn't keep his tongue from wagging. 

When they got to school they headed to their lockers to drop off their backpacks and books. When Johnny spun his locker open, he was surprised to find another note waiting for him. Of course, it was from Rachel (who else would be leaving notes for him?). It simply said, "Check me out. What will he think of this?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Johnny thought to himself. 

He looked up and down the hall for Rachel, but didn't see her in the crowd. Carrie and Steph knew what was going on, and waived to Johnny to get his attention. When Johnny's eyes fixed on them, each of them stepped aside to reveal what he could later only describe as a walking wet dream. The girl had golden blonde hair tied up in pigtails. Her tight white shirt was tied in a knot beneath her breasts, exposing most of her chest to anyone's leering eyes. Below, she wore a pleated plaid skirt, white knee socks, and mary janes. She was even sucking on a lolly pop to complete the image. Naughty catholic school girl indeed. Upon closer inspection, Johnny discovered that it wasn't actually Britney Spears as he originally imagined. If it wasn't for the makeup he would have said she looked like...Rachel. 

"Holy shit..." he muttered to himself as the thought struck him like a sledge hammer. That IS Rachel! 

Carrie and Steph were giggling, but Rachel just stared back and licked her lips in a very suggestive manner. When they were kids, she had always been the good girl, the girl next door, part tom boy and part innocent beauty. Now she looked like something else entirely. 

Johnny walked down the hall towards the girls in such a daze that he nearly trampled some freshman on the way. 

"Rachel, is that really you?"

"Who else would it be Johnny?"

"I dunno, I barely recognized you. You, you look...like a..."

"I know, now close your mouth before you drool on me," she said with a laugh.

"What is this all about?"

"As if you don't know..."

"No, I really don't."

"Ugh, perhaps a girl might want a certain guy to start noticing her..."

"Well if this doesn't work then we know he has to get his eyes checked, cause...WOW!"

Rachel couldn't believe how tongue tied Johnny was. They'd known each other practically their entire lives, and now he could barely speak in her presence. Hmmm...if some sexy clothes can do this to a normally cool guy like Johnny, it might just light Will's hair on fire. 

"That's the idea big guy. Do you think it will work?"

"I know just the way to find out..." Johnny had another one of his brilliant ideas.

"So what did you have in mind smarty pants?"

"Make sure you're sitting in the bleachers in the gym somewhere he'll be able to see you. Then, just watch."

"Watch for what?"

"You'll know if it works, trust me."

"Okay, I'll be there."




Waiting for Will Ch. 02



"Don't be late. You have to be there before we get out of the locker room, got it."

"Got it. Thanks Johnny!"

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty...face."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're a sucker for a lot of pretty things," she said as she shook her tits at him. 

Johnny walked away shaking his head in disbelief. Rachel had gone from cute to drop dead sexy overnight. One thing was for sure: practice just got a whole lot more interesting! And it was...

Will went through his day seemingly in a daze. It wasn't one of his brooding days where his silence was a result of sadness, but more as if his mind was preoccupied with something to the point where he was oblivious to his surroundings entirely. During economics he had been called on, and Andre had to kick him to snap him out of it. When the bell rang for lunch, as soon as they left the room Dre started ribbing him about what happened in class.

"Yo Will, you fallin asleep in class bro?"

"Nah, just spacin out for a sec."

"A sec, seemed like more than a second ta me man."

"Whatever, it's not like I'm the only kid that's ever been caught day dreaming before."

"True, but you was off in la la land fo a piece, I mean settin records."

"Yeah right."

Dre knew something was up. Will was a pretty good student, and he couldn't remember a time when Will had not answered a question in class, or at least offered some kind of response. Dre was just teasing him cause he was pretty damn sure he knew exactly what was running through Will's head, or more accurately WHO was running through his head. 

During lunch, Will went from aloof to agitated. He couldn't seem to sit still, or quit looking at his watch. The others could tell he was anxious.

"What's up homie?" said Mal.

"Nothin man," Will replied.

"Sure don't look like nothin. You look like you about ready to jump out of yo skin bro."

"Nah man, I'm cool, for real."

"Look, just make sure by the end of the day you get yo head on straight, cause you know we got work ta do, you feel me?"

"Yeah Mal, chill, I'm fine."

Mercifully Will was saved by the bell. Before it was finished ringing Will was off like a bat out of hell, headed for the library in hopes of meeting a certain someone. He made sure to sit at the exact same table, and the exact same chair. He was so full of nerves that he had to force his hands to stop shaking as he laid out his books in front of him. Will watched the seconds tick by in anticipation. Seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes strung together until finally the bell rang. Will closed his books and packed his bag in a daze. 

As the school emptied Will tried to shrug off his thoughts of Danielle. Maybe she was sick or something, that would explain it. All the same, he missed her terribly. Hopefully he'd be able to shake off any thoughts of her during practice, cause like Mal said, they had work to do. The first game of the season was next week, and they needed to be in top form. 

In the locker room, Johnny could tell that the plan was working. He had talked to Danielle earlier and told her to skip study hall to see what would happen. Will seemed to be a little agitated, so it looked like Johnny's little experiment was going well so far. He wouldn't know how well until they hit the court.

The twins were already shooting when Johnny and Will stepped into the gym. They settled into their routine, but Will could sense that something was different. Mal and Dre had that look, the look they give each other that means that they're communicating without speaking so no one else will know what's going through their heads. In fact, it was exactly the same as the day at the park when Rachel and the girls showed up...

And that's when he looked over towards the bleachers, and what he saw made his jaw drop. Sitting there was a blonde sultry vision that oozed sensuality in a way he had never seen before. There was Rachel in all her glory, looking on as if nothing was amiss. Will's poor brain couldn't process what his eyes were telling him, so he tore his eyes away and tried to concentrate on practice again. He turned towards the basket, squared his shoulders, and let the ball fly. He hit nothing but air, his shot falling a foot short of the hoop. His complete brick brought his mind back to earth, and he saw Johnny trying to contain his laughter without much success. In fact, the whole team was quickly heading toward hysterics. Will's face went red in embarrassment. 

"Something wrong with your jumper Will?" asked Lucas sarcastically.

"Nah bro, he'll be 'feelin it' in a sec, no what I'm sayin?" said Dre.

As usual, Will was mortified. He dealt with it the only way he knew how, and that was to play harder than ever. That day in practice he made it a point to single handedly annihilate the rest of the team. By the time practice was over the rest of the guys had forgotten all about the incident with Rachel and were hanging their heads like men that had just taken a furious beating, which they had. Johnny made a mental note not to embarrass Will like that again, otherwise practice would seem twice as long for the rest of the season. 

That night Johnny called Rachel again to talk about the events of the day. 

"Hey Johnny, what's up?"

"Nothing, just trying to recover from practice."

"Yeah, I think Will kind of took it personally."

"Took it personally? That boy was on a mission today, and we all got the message loud and clear. I haven't been this tired in ages."

"Just goes to show what that boy can do with a little motivation."

"Yeah, well don't give him too much more 'motivation', I don't think the rest of the team can take it."

"Ahhhh, poor Johnny."

"Real funny Rach. If you keep this up I'm going to start demanding full body massages."

"Whatever. So do you think it worked?"

"You definitely got his attention, that's for sure. I don't think Will's shot an air-ball since he was three"

"What do you think we should do next?"

"Well I already have Danielle avoiding him, so that should help set him up for when we break it to him. I guess just keep doing what you're doing, but you might want to turn it down a notch."

"You mean no more tiny plaid skirts and see through blouses?"

"Not that that doesn't sound nice, but you know what I mean. Besides, I don't want Will throwing up air balls like that in any of our games."

"You're right, we can't have that."

"Look, just remember that the idea is not to drive Will crazy, it's to make sure he's okay after Danielle breaks his heart, got it?"

"Jeez Johnny, can't a girl have some fun?"

"If you were my girlfriend you could have as much 'fun' as you wanted."

"Very funny, just remember Will is supposed to end up with me, k?"

"Rach, I wouldn't have it any other way...unless it involved you giving me back rubs."

"Well maybe if you're a very VERY good boy and I end up with Will, I might be so grateful for your help that I would try and convince a certain someone else to rub your poor tired body."

"You don't mean..."

"Hey, as far as we know Danielle is single right?"

"I think so, but if you're thinking of setting her up with me, you've got your work cut out for you. I know I'm a descent guy Rach, but that sounds like a bit of a stretch."

"Oh whatever, not all girls are superficial. Besides, if she really isn't interested in Will, then that says something don't you think?"

"I guess so, I mean half the cheerleaders have been trying to get into his pants ever since freshman year. Hey, you might be on to something..."

"Call it a girl's intuition. First let's deal with Will, and then we'll see what happens with Danielle, k?"

"Works for me. See you at practice tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

A few blocks away Will lay awake in his bed, unable to put his mind to rest. He was wondering what Danielle was doing right now, if she was laying awake doing the same thing as him. If there was a god she would be looking out her window at the stars and wishing she was in his bed. Well, maybe just thinking of him at all, he could live with that. Somewhere in the back of his head Will was also wondering what Rachel had been doing at practice that day, and more importantly what had gotten into her. Maybe she had just wanted to watch Lucas, but that still didn't explain the rest...not that he was complaining. He hadn't realized that she could look that sexy. Most of the time he didn't think of her in that way, but maybe he would have to start reconsidering. 

After hours of tossing and turning, Will finally drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, Danielle even visited him in his dreams. In reality, Will's dreams were the only time he really interacted with her on any significant level. In his overactive teenage mind he could feel her warm, soft body molded to his, her pliable flesh yielding to his hands, moving in such a way as to encourage his exploration of her. From head to toe she was all alabaster curves, smooth creamy perfection like vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. 

The sound of the alarm clock ruined his fantasy and brought him back to reality. 

The next few days were much the same. Every day Will would count the minutes till his study hall period, and every day Danielle never came to his table. Finally he gave up waiting for her and discovered that she was there, but she was at the other side of the library. His frustration only seemed to increase as time passed, which he made obvious at practice. It was getting to the point that Johnny and the guys couldn't stand the idea of taking too many more beatings from Will. Something had to be done, and quickly. 

Rachel could tell that the guys were all feeling the effects of Will's frustration; it was spreading through the team like a cantankerous virus. After a particularly rough Friday practice of Will running the rest of the team ragged, Rachel decided that it was as good a time as any to start insinuating herself back into his life. Will was always the last one out of the locker room, preferring to take some extra time to rest and let the shower wash away the tension and frustrations that built up inside of him. When he finally went out the door he saw that the gym was deserted as usual, except for Rachel who appeared to be waiting for him in the bleachers. 

She looked nice as always in her tight, faded jeans and tank top. She didn't make him smolder the way Danielle did, but she gave off an aura of fresh, clean, wholesome beauty, the way a warm sun drenched breeze in the late afternoon was beautiful in its unassuming way. 

That was Rachel's secret. She expressed her beauty in an unobtrusive way, so that only those who continually stopped and paid notice of her would realize that they had the privilege of witnessing her gifts in all their subtle splendor. She was smiling to herself as if she didn't have a care in the world. 

As Will walked toward her he thought to himself that there was something different about her, as if he could almost see it out of the corner of his eyes, yet if he turned his head to see what it was it would vanish into thin air. Her smile captivated him. It spoke of feelings strong and pure, which made them all the more enticing to discover. Many a woman through the ages has captivated the attentions of man with little more than the radiance of their smile, and right now Rachel was taking her place amongst their ranks, beaming at Will with unrequited love that though unrealized, could not be dimmed. 

"Hey stranger, what took you so long?"

"I just needed some time to cool off after practice. We ran pretty hard today."

"You mean YOU ran pretty hard today, and the rest of the week too. I've been watching you making the rest of the team miserable, you've been running circles around them for days. Lucas practically collapses everyday when he gets home. What's gotten into you?"

"I don't really know."

Rachel got up and through her bag over her shoulder.

"Will you walk me home?"

"Yeah, of course."

They started off towards Rachel's, neither willing to venture anything more until Rachel decided to try her luck and press on.

"You sure there isn't something bothering you?"

"Why would you think that?"

"I dunno, call it a woman's intuition. Plus, I've known you since we were kids, and I can almost always tell when something's on your mind?"

"You can?"

"Yeah, it's written all over you. You sure you don't want to talk about it? You never know, I might be able to help."

"I don't know Rach."

"Aha, so you admit something's up!"

"So? You said you already knew..."

"I did, but it's always nicer to have you admit it. It's like baby steps. First, you have to admit that something is bothering you. Next, you'll tell me what it is."

"Whooo, slow down. I never said I was going to tell you everything."

"Well why don't you start by telling me SOMETHING. Besides, it will make you feel better if you get some of it off your chest," she said poking him with her finger while smiling up at him. 

Despite his best efforts, Will found himself yet again in a situation where he couldn't say no. Cornered by a persistent female and out of any other ideas, Will decided it would be easier to give in than to fight it. 

"I guess I've just been...frustrated lately."

"Hmmm...interesting."

"What's so interesting?"

"Well, let's see. You've always been a good student, so it's probably not school. All of your friends love you, so it must not have anything to do with them. The only other thing besides your mother that is important to you is basketball, and the team is the preseason favorite to win the state tournament, so that rules that out too."

"Ok Sherlock, so what does that leave?"

Rachel smirked at him. "Why, girls of course."

Will gave a sigh in defeat. It had been way too easy for Rachel to see right through him. When she saw his exasperated expression she began to giggle at him which only seemed to aggravate his condition. 

"Well are you going to just laugh at me or are you going to try and help me?"

"Sorry, so you want a girl's advice?"

"You seem intent on giving me some, and no matter what I say you're going to give me some right?"

"Probably, but for starters you might want to tell me exactly what is frustrating you so much."

"Well, there's a girl that I kinda like..."

"Maybe you should just tell me WHO is frustrating you so much. That would make things easier."

"I don't think so."

"Fine, keep me in mystery. Go on..."

"And she doesn't know I exist. I mean, she knows who I am and stuff, but I don't know how to get her attention. At first I kinda thought she liked me, but now I can't figure her out. Now that I think about it, I haven't even seen much of her lately"

"Hmmm...sounds like you need to spend more time with her to see if she's interested."

"Yeah, that'd be a start."

"But who in the world wouldn't be interested in you? I mean, you know you could have your pick of just about ANY girl in the school don't you?"

"I don't know Rach. Everybody seems to be saying that lately, but I'm not so sure."

"Well if everyone's saying it, it MUST be true...anyone you want...ANYONE."

"You make it sound so easy."

Rachel thought to herself, "God Will, if you'd just look at me ONCE the way you look at her, you have no IDEA how easy I would be!" 

She was tired of waiting, tired of wanting something just beyond her reach, tired of hearing about how she couldn't have him, and just a bit sexually frustrated. Okay, more like A LOT sexually frustrated. Her thoughts of Will were going from innocent to X-rated. Was it his presence or the heat of the day that was making her flushed, she wondered. She wanted to know what it would feel like to grind her crotch against him, to feel his hardness pressed up against her, or better yet sliding up inside of her. 

Without thinking she had slipped her left hand into the pocket of her jeans, and her fingers had snuck towards her crotch and under the edge of her panties, teasingly close to where she could give herself some relief. She knew she would have to take matters into her own hand so to speak once she got home. She was already getting very wet, and if she didn't make it there soon she was in danger of making a visible wet spot in her tight jeans.

"Hey, earth to Rachel, anybody home?"

Rachel gasped as she snapped out of her naughty daydream. She was surprised that she had become so engrossed in her fantasy that she had tuned the real Will out completely. Her embarrassment was only increased by the wetness that was seeping out of her pussy and making her thighs sticky.

"Yeah, sorry. I just came up with an idea."

Will tried not to grimace when he heard those words, but at least this time they hadn't come out of Johnny's mouth.

"Go on."

"We'll throw a party, how about at the twin's house? They won't mind, and they're parents go out of town all the time. All we have to do is make sure that we invite Miss Mystery Girl and then you can hang out with her."

"That actually doesn't sound too bad, but how will you know who to invite without me telling you?"

"That's easy. I'll just invite all of the cute girls at school. She is cute, isn't she?"

"Cute isn't the word I'd use, but yeah you've got the right idea."

"And she does go to our school right?"

"Yeah, she does."

"That's good. I'd hate to have to invite all of the girls from St. Matthews too."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Besides, I don't want to see too many people from St. Matthews, for obvious reasons."

"Oh stop it, not everyone from St. Matthews is all that bad. Just because they beat you guys last year doesn't mean they're any different from us."

"I know I know. So when are you and the twins going to organize our little event?"

"You just can't wait to see her, can you?" she said with a voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Not if I don't have to."

"I'll talk to the boys and see what they say, k?"

"Deal. Will I see you at practice tomorrow?"

They had just made it to Rachel's house, and in the nick of time. Rachel was beginning to think that if it took any longer she'd just have to start fingering herself right in front of him. As she took a few steps up towards the door she paused, and turned back to Will.

With sincerity and a bit of emotion in her voice, she softly whispered, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." And with a bit of a sad smile, she turned and ran the rest of the way up the steps and inside the door.

If Will didn't know better, he could have sworn that he had just seen something in Rachel's eyes, something that he had never quite seen from her before. He'd known Rachel a very long time, but in all the time they'd known each other he didn't think he'd ever seen her look at someone quite like that. It was a smile that was still a little sad, and maybe, just maybe, there was something else there just below the surface, something that wanted desperately to be let out, but must be kept inside. Will could only grasp at what it was before it eluded him. He stared up at her door for a moment, trying to figure it out before turning and heading for home, perhaps even more confused than he had been before. 

Once she made it inside, Rachel sprinted through the halls and up the stairs two at a time. Once she reached the top she was through her door in a flash. She dropped her book bag and started fumbling with her jeans before she kicked the door closed. 

Leaning back against the door she jammed her right hand down the front of her jeans and into her steaming crotch. Not bothering to work her way up to it, without preamble she plunged two fingers as deep inside her as she could go. Her left hand followed her right into her jeans and she rubbed her clit furiously, bringing herself off faster than she had ever cum before. She arched her back and shut her eyes as she let out a high pitched whine through her tightly closed lips, trying to stifle the most powerful climax of her life as it ripped through her body not in waves, but like a spark of electricity, causing her to jerk and spasm as if she had lost the ability to control her muscles. 




Waiting for Will Ch. 02



As the last of the spasms hit her, her knees turned to jello and she slid down the door, too exhausted for the moment to move, staring down at her crotch where her fingers were still buried inside of her wetness. When she caught her breath she was a bit embarrassed. Being a good catholic girl, she had always been taught that touching herself that way was bad, even dirty. Nice girls didn't finger themselves, and they certainly didn't behave like this! 

When she was younger, she had experimented with masturbation a bit, exploring her body, and she found that she could gain a good amount of pleasure from her own hands (and from a few phallic shaped vegetables), but it was never this strong. She wondered what it would feel like when it wasn't her hands searching between her legs, how it would feel when real flesh pierced her body and reached places that her fingers couldn't. 

With a sigh she pulled her fingers out of herself, immediately bringing a feeling of emptiness that was quite disappointing. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, and smelling more than a little musky, she decided that she definitely needed a shower. 

Rachel started the water running, and for a moment thought to herself that maybe a cold shower would be best. Quickly stripping off her clothes, she gathered her courage and before she could chicken out, she jumped into the stream of cold water. She gasped as the warmth of her body met the contrastingly chilly spray. Shivering, she began to wash herself as quickly as possible so as to get it over with. 

When her hands came to her chest, she was surprised to feel how hard her nipples were. They felt hard enough to cut glass with. She teased them a bit, momentarily forgetting how cold the water was as she pleasured herself again, pinching and pulling them away from her chest. 

Soon she was too far gone to stop herself from taking things further. She turned the water up so it was warm enough to be comfortable. Looking around the shower, she saw something that might come in quite handy: her shower brush, which she had no intentions of using to clean herself with. It had a long, smooth wooden handle with a rounded end, and it was long enough to make a good substitute for what she really wanted. Without another thought, she covered the handle with her peach scented body wash, and when it was nice and slippery she brought it down between her legs and pushed the tip into her body. 

Wanting to make the experience as real as possible, and not wanting to fall again when she came, she dropped to her knees in the shower and pressed her head against the tiled wall for support. Reaching back between her legs with both hands, she started to move the brush handle in and out of her soapy cunt. Already having had one orgasm, she slowly worked her way up this time, taking time to play with her breasts and her clit as she worked the brush back and forth. It all felt nice, but it just wasn't enough this time to take her over the edge after her last earth shattering climax. 

Frustrated, but wanting to make herself cum, she reached back and began to play with her bottom, something she had never done before. She squeezed her firm cheeks with one hand and brushed her fingers against her tiny pink pucker as she continued to thrust the brush in and out of her cunt. 

Finally daring to venture into territory she could only think of as perverse, she pressed the tip of her middle finger into her ass. Finding that the sensation wasn't unpleasant, she continued a little further, and further still until her entire digit was inside her ass. She began exploring the feeling, wiggling her finger inside of her rectum, feeling the walls inside her until something unexpected happened. She could feel the handle of the brush with her finger! 

The shock sent a paroxysm through her, the act so taboo that her mind could hardly contain the new found knowledge. Before she could process the information, she started thrusting her finger and the brush towards each other in unison, stimulating her in a way she had never even imagined. Without warning her orgasm swept through her like a sudden storm, wracking her small frame in spasms, her cunt tightening around the brush, and her ass around her finger. The impulse to squeeze was so strong that her muscles forced her finger out of her ass. 

When it was over, Rachel lay in a heap on the floor of the tub, her hair in tangles against her face, her heart pounding and her breathes coming in gasps as she recovered. If Will didn't do something soon, she was going to be in a lot of trouble. Finding relief would never be the same for her again.



Waiting for Will Ch. 03



FYI, all characters in this story are 18 years of age. Thanks for your patience, sorry it took me so long to complete this chapter. 

Rachel didn't know how she was going to pull it off. The party was set for tomorrow night after the game at the twin's house, and she still didn't know what to say, what to do to get through to Will. Flirting was all well and good, that she could do, but with Will she would have to seduce him, which was another matter entirely. She gave herself one last look in the mirror while applying her lip gloss, hoping that maybe, just maybe things would work out for once. With a sigh, she gathered her things and headed out the door to start another day at school. 

A few blocks away, Will and Johnny were in a similarly withdrawn state as they walked towards school. Ordinarily, both of them would be psyched. It was Friday, the first game of the season, and the twins were throwing a party afterwards. However, both of them had other things on their mind. 

Will's head was a jumbled, confused mess of thoughts. His lust for Danielle had been driving him crazy…until last week. He had lain awake for hours trying to decipher what he had seen in Rachel's eyes. For the first time in a long time, it was Rachel that occupied his thoughts, not Danielle. He wondered what he would do at the party. He knew that they would both be there, and while he hoped to finally spend some time with Danielle, he couldn't quite get Rachel out of the back of his head. A soft voice at the edge of his consciousness was telling him what the others had already told him, that he should get together with Rachel, that she wanted him and he was a fool for not being with her. It was like an itch that he couldn't scratch no matter how much he wanted to, and it too was driving him mad.

Strangely, amidst his own confusion Will noticed that Johnny was being unusually quiet. He dismissed the thought as pre-game jitters. What Johnny was really thinking about was how unpleasant his night was going to be. He'd have to act as if nothing was amiss, and then be ready to deal with Will after he got his heart smashed into a million tiny pieces. "Isn't this supposed to be a chick thing, having to deal with this shit?" Johnny asked himself. He knew he'd do it, but he didn't have to like it. 

As he absentmindedly chewed on another bite of his apple, he cast aside all of the negative thoughts and went to a happier place, filled with visions of a red-haired goddess in a wet t-shirt contest. He just couldn't help himself these days. After all, he was only human, and Danielle was…well Danielle. He had neither the words to describe her nor the inclination to try. He was just as happy envisioning her lush curves and mentally drooling all over himself. Johnny knew he had other things that he needed to worry about, but it was hard for him to prevent himself from indulging in a harmless fantasy. A guy could always hope, right? 

By now Johnny's face had broken out into an obvious shit-eating grin that even a distracted Will would notice. Good old Johnny, Will thought to himself. Even when he's withdrawn he can't help but be deliriously happy. 

As the day wore on, the boys managed to temporarily put aside their thoughts of lust in favor of concentrating on the game. The season opener was at home, but would not by any means be a push-over. Being the first game of the season, they wanted to set the tone early that they were the team to beat, and that would take a great effort from them all. 

Having successfully managed to make it through a day filled with assemblies and pep-rallies without incident, the boys left the gymnasium with clear, focused minds. All, that is, save Lucas. He had been noticing that lately Rachel had been coming to all of their practices. That was a bit odd, but what bothered him was how Will appeared to be walking her home every day. He hadn't confronted Will yet, but if anything happened at the party that night, he had decided that sparks, and likely fists, would fly. It was common knowledge that he didn't want any of the guys dating his sister, and to him that was not negotiable. 

Since the team held meetings after school on game days, Rachel had decided to head home instead of waiting for Will. After all, if she had anything to say about it by the end of the night she and Will would have all the time alone she wanted. Until then, she would just have to endure the smoldering wetness between her legs. She was glad she wasn't wearing a skirt today, otherwise someone might be able to see (and most likely smell) the river that would undoubtedly be running down her legs. 

As it was, Emma was tagging along today. They hadn't been spending much time together lately sine Rachel waited for Will every day, and they had decided to hang out at Rachel's house until it was time to head to the game. Initially, Rachel had thought it would be fun, but now she was wondering how she might be able to sneak off long enough to make herself cum. 

The girls grabbed some diet cokes out of the fridge and headed up to Rachel's room so they could have a little privacy, since this was definitely a time for "girl talk." Emma was well aware of Rachel's designs on this evening, and wanted to know every detail of what was on the menu for the big event. 

"Sooooo, tell me, how are you going to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Oh please Rachel, don't play dumb."

"I don't know what you're hinting at…" Rachel shot back with a playful smile.

"Okay, but I'm warning you I can be pretty graphic!"

"Go right ahead, I know how you like to talk all dirty."

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

"Whatever, but seriously tell me! How are you going to get into Will's pants? Or should I say, how are you going to get him to get into your pants?"

Rachel sighed before answering. She really didn't have much of a plan, and that worried her. What if she made a complete fool out of herself? It seemed like everyone except Will knew, and if it didn't work out she was going to feel like the worlds biggest reject. 

"I don't know Em, what would you do if you were me?"

"I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it, I mean how hard it would be to approach a guy like Will."

"Ugh, welcome to my nightmare."

"I mean, I guess you sorta know what's gonna happen. Danielle breaks his heart, and you pick up the pieces."

"Something tells me it's not going to be quite that simple."

"Look, he'll be all upset and will probably wonder off somewhere by himself. The only one that would normally go talk to him would be Johnny, and he knows to stay out of your way. Soooo, he's all alone, cute little you jumps in his lap, and if he's like any other guy I know he won't be able to stop himself from noticing that the blonde in his lap has a great ass and a nice perky set of tits rubbing up against him. Who could resist?"

"God, it sounds so much easier than I thought it would be, at least when you say it like that."

"Hmmm…maybe easier said than done, but at least it's a start."

"What if after all that he doesn't kiss me?"

"Then you'll know he's gay, which will make it that much easier to get over him!"

"Emma!" she yelled in mock horror. They both started giggling and soon were in hysterics. 

"Well, if he's really that dense, and for your sake I hope he's not, you could always kiss him first…"

"But what if he doesn't like it? What if he doesn't kiss me back?"

"All gay jokes aside, if that's the case then maybe you should seriously consider moving on. I know you've been pining away for him for awhile, but seriously Rach, no one should wait around forever."

"Yeah, I know you're right."

"Look Rach, I know you've heard this all before from EVERYBODY, so I'll spare you the rest of the speech. Sooooo, now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we play dress Rachel up in her best 'fuck me' outfit."

The two girls spent the next hour going through Rachel's closet, holding up practically every article of clothing she owned up in front of her full length mirror, trying to decide what would make Will's mouth water the most. 

"Hmmm…I'm thinking maybe those black plants with the tube top, what do you think?"

"Ugh, I don't know. If I bend over at all in those pants you can always see my underwear."

"Aaaaaand what's so bad about that? Showing a little floss isn't always a bad idea…" Emma started giggling at Rachel's mock innocence again.

"Emma!"

"Come on Rachel, we've been friends forever, you can drop the whole 'good girl' act. I know that deep down inside of you there's a willing slut trying to break loose."

Rachel glued her eyes to the ground. Was it really that obvious? How did Emma know she was so god damn horny? Maybe she's just joking…god I hope I'm not that transparent!

"Soooo, what do ya think? Is this one the outfit for this evening or not?"

"I guess so. It seems a little slutty compared to most of my clothes, but if I'm going to act like one I may as well look the part right?"

"That's the spirit girl! Now let's get you out of those clothes and get you ready."

Before Rachel could react, Emma dropped to her knees in front of her and yanked down her sweat shorts. What started out as harmless fun left Emma speechless. There in front of her, inches from her nose, was a giant wet spot in Rachel's powder blue panties. The material was dark with her wetness, completely saturated by Rachel's excitement.  Emma's jaw dropped in surprise. She'd never seen anyone so wet. As the two were frozen in place, Rachel felt Emma's breath across her wetness. She shivered from the sensation, and turned her head and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to look down at her best friend whose eyes were locked onto her crotch. Emma was the first to find the will to speak. 

"Oh sweetie, you need it bad don't you?" she said in a soothing voice.

Rachel, still unable to look her friend in the eyes, could only nod her head yes. Emma slowly rose to her feet. Rachel noticed that Emma was standing unnaturally close to her, but what happened next took her breath away. 

Emma turned Rachel's head towards hers, and brought her lips to Rachel's ear. 

"No one needs to know about this, but just this once, let me take care of you," she whispered. 

Before Rachel could say no, Emma reached down and began to rub between Rachel's legs, breaking down what little remained of her resistance. Rachel felt as if her pussy was melting into Emma's fingers as they went around in a circle, pressing between the lips of her pussy. She moaned her satisfaction into Emma's ear, which only encouraged her friend to keep going. Her scent saturated the air, creating a heady cocoon that brought the rest of their senses to life as if the air itself were charged with electricity. 

Rachel's legs began to shake with her pleasure. Emma pushed her gently against the wall, molding their bodies together as if they were one. Rachel began to slide down as it became difficult for her to stand, which forced Emma's long, slender fingers to push her panties deep into her slit. Enjoying the feeling, she began to push down against Emma's fingers, trying to get them inside of herself. Taking the hint that she wanted more, Emma pulled the crotch of Rachel's panties to the side, and began to play with her wetness unimpeded. She was so wet that the only thing either of the girls could hear was the squishing sound of wet fingers against pussy. Rachel's whole being was concentrated on the nimble fingers going around and around, moving her whole pussy in a circle, occasionally dipping down to gather more cunt juice before running back up to squeeze her clit. 

Emma could tell that Rachel was quickly heading towards her peak. The wet noises were being drowned out by soft moans, which quickly turned into whimpers, pleading for her to bring her off quickly. 

"Don't stop, please I'm almost there…"

Emma held Rachel close, her face buried in her neck. A smile came to her lips as she decided to tease her friend a bit before letting her have her satisfaction. She slowed her fingers and purposefully avoided her clit, which made Rachel begin to gyrate her hips in an attempt to speed things up again. Then Emma pulled Rachel's T-shirt up over her breasts, revealing a thin, lacy whisp of a bra. Not bothering to reach around and undo the clasp, Emma bent down and latched on, tonguing Rachel's puffy nipples through the lace, giving pleasure while denying her the sensation of full contact. Her ministrations became languid, almost lazy in their stimulation of her friend. 

Rachel, having been on edge most of the day, couldn't wait any longer. All she could think of was her pussy and how much she wanted to be finished off. Emma could see how much she wanted to cum, but couldn't stop herself from teasing her just a little more before giving in to her friend's needs. 

Emma began whispering into Rachel's ear, "Does that feel good baby? What does my naughty girl want me to do to her?"

Rachel was now squeezing her own breasts, rolling her hips, trying to let Emma know what she wanted, what she needed. Her concentration was so great that she couldn't find the words to respond. She could only squeeze her eyes shut and revel in the feelings between her legs that were spreading through every nerve in her body. 

Not getting the response she wanted, Emma picked up the dirty talk again, trying to make Rachel beg for her release. 

"What do you want baby? Do you want my fingers deep inside your pretty pussy? Do you want me to finger fuck you? Do you want me to get down on my knees and use my tongue on you? If you tell me how you want to cum, I'll do it. Tell me how you want me to do you baby…"

Rachel was gritting her teeth and shaking with frustration, so close to cumming she wasn't sure if she was having one long, prolonged orgasm or if her pleasure spike was still ahead. Emma made one last attempt. If this didn't work, she was just going to give up and let her cum. 

"Hmmm, I guess you don't want to cum for me. That must mean you don't want me to get down on my knees and slip my tongue into your pussy. That's too bad, because I'd love to drink some of your cum. I bet you taste like peaches…"

That was all Rachel could take. Instead of begging for it, she grabbed Emma by the shoulders and pushed her down. Emma took the hint and buried her face into the steamy crotch in front of her. She felt Rachel's hands twisting in her hair, pulling her face hard against herself. Emma reached between Rachel's spread legs and pulled her hips forward, allowing her to grab two hands full of ass. As she wormed her tongue up into Rachel's slit, she immediately began to shake in orgasm. Emma began to squeeze hard on Rachel's bottom to hold her in place as she ravaged her friend's center. She noticed that as her grip tightened, she could feel that Rachel's juices had dripped down between her cheeks, wetting her anus. Her fingers delved into her crack, brushing fingertips against the tiny moist pucker, making Rachel twitch even harder. Taking a chance that this was a good sign, Emma pulled her legs farther apart, and gently pressed the pad of her middle finger against her pucker. It seemed to bloom in response, and swallowed the tip of Emma's finger. 

Emma didn't know how much longer she could keep this up. Surely someone couldn't keep cumming much longer. Deciding to really finish Rachel off, Emma slithered her tongue out of her hole. She then used her lips to gently surround Rachel's clit, and began to lash it as fast as she could with the tip of her tongue. At the same time, she placed her index finger at Rachel's other hole, and slid both fingers into her to the hilt. It only took a few seconds of being penetrated in both orifices to overload Rachel's senses, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. 

As she became overly sensitive, she eased Emma's head away from her. Emma reluctantly pulled her fingers out of Rachel's body, trying to prolong the feeling, memorizing the contours inside of her friend's body. Rachel's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She finally looked down at her friend, and was greeted by a tired smile with dabs of her cum all over Emma's face. She slid down and hugged her to her chest. Not knowing what else to do, she simply said, "thank you."

The two girls held each other in silence for what seemed to be a very long time. Emma disengaged herself and went into Rachel's adjoining bathroom to clean herself up. After washing the cum off of her face, she saw that Rachel was standing in the doorway, watching her with a nervous look on her face. 

"Well, I guess it's no secret that I like girls…"

"But I'm your best friend! All these years we've talked about boys, and now this…"

"I do like boys Rachel, but you know how it's been for me. I'm always so nervous with them, and they never know how to make me feel good. Sometimes I just prefer to be with girls."

Rachel had to pause to take it all in. "Sooo, have you ever done this with any other girls?"

Emma had to laugh at how naïve her friend was. After all, you don't eat pussy that well unless you've had some practice. 

"Of course I have silly!"

"Ummm, anyone I know?"

"If I tell you, you can't say a word to anyone, k?"

"During sophomore year, I was hanging out at Carrie's with her and Stephanie on one of their game nights. It was getting really late so I ended up crashing on their couch. In the middle of the night I woke up and went to the bathroom, and I heard some weird noises coming from Carrie's room. The light was on, so I cracked the door open, and I saw Carrie and Steph kissing on the bed. I couldn't really see very much because they were under the covers, so I went back to sleep on the couch."

"OH MY GOD! So Carrie and Steph are lesbians?"

"Umm, not really. As far as I can tell, they're sorta like me. They like boys, but right now being with girls is easier and more fun."

"That is sooo weird."

Emma rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, call it what you want. What I do know is that a few minutes ago you were practically begging me to make you cum. I don't think at that point the word 'weird' was in your vocabulary."

"Well, when you put it that way…"

"It's okay Rach, I know it's a lot to take in all at once. This can totally be a one time thing, and I'll never bring it up again if you don't want me to."

"Thanks Em. Hey wait, is that all that happened? You just went back to bed and decided you liked girls too?"

"Oh yeah, well I thought I got away, but they totally saw me peaking. After I fell asleep they came down to the living room, and…well…had their way with me. They took turns going down on me while the other tried to hold me down and keep me from screaming. By the time they were finished, I was hooked."

"So, do you do this kind of thing with them often?"

"Not really, they sort of prefer to just be by themselves, which tends to leave me high and dry."

"That's terrible Em. If you wanted, maybe I could…you know…"

"I said it was okay Rach, you don't have to do me if you don't want to. Besides, I don't want you to be so thoroughly fucked that you don't have anything left for Will tonight."

"Maybe you're right. But my offer stands, whenever you feel like you need to get off, I'm willing to lend a hand."

"Hmmm, how bout a tongue?"

Rachel laughed. "Okay, that too."

"Alright, let's get you ready. You definitely need a shower, you smell like warm pussy."

Rachel looked Emma up and down and began to give her a look full of mischief. She had never really taken notice before of how pretty Emma was. Now she could see why her brother had such a crush on her. She looked like a perfect farm girl: tall, strong and shapely with a lot of very feminine curves, large breasts, and a wholesome, fresh look. Suddenly Rachel was thinking about how nice she would look in the shower with her hair wet and water running down between her breasts.




Waiting for Will Ch. 03



Rachel took her friend's hand and pulled her close before whispering, "Care to join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The girls quickly stripped and stood back to admire the other's body. Where Rachel was slender, Emma was full and curvy. The contrast excited them both as they drank in each other's nakedness. They got down to business and were soon having a blast lathering each other with Rachel's peach scented body wash. Rachel particularly enjoyed fondling Emma's tits, feeling the weight of them in her hands, enjoying the slippery feel of smooth soapy skin sliding together. Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the hot water coursing over them, the feel of breasts pressing against her back, hands reaching around and cupping her breasts. Soon Rachel began to move her hands slowly down Emma's body until they were comfortably nestled between her thighs. With one hand she spread Emma's pussy open, and with the other she firmly pushed two slippery fingers up inside without stopping until she could go no farther. Emma moaned and turned her head around so that she could thank her with a kiss. Rachel was slow to reciprocate, but was soon lost in the feel of Emma's soft lips and exploring tongue. No wonder she gave such fantastic head, her tongue was unusually long! It felt like she was everywhere in her mouth, but it was a gentle probing, not the clumsy, overly aggressive way some boys kissed. 

Emma started to moan her passion into Rachel's mouth, showing her how much she appreciated having the favor returned. Rachel began rubbing Emma's clit with her thumb while she sped up the thrusting of her fingers in her cunt. Emma arched her back, breaking their kiss and shoved her ass back against Rachel, sucking in air in gasps. When Rachel thought she was about to cum, she reached down with her free hand and gently pushed her finger into Emma's ass and began to rub through the thin wall of tissue until she could feel her other fingers that were buried deep in Emma's cunt. Emma's orgasm hit her like a freight train. The finger in her ass had caught her off guard, forcing her to cum before she was ready. Unable to hold it in, Emma screamed out her passion.

"Oh God! Ahhhhhh, yes, yes!"

Rachel fought to keep her fingers buried in Emma's body as she writhed and squirmed in her arms. When she could feel that the contractions in her cunt and ass stopped she gently slipped her fingers out and held Emma close, who seemed to almost purr with satisfaction. Suddenly the water went cold, and the girls squealed and quickly cleaned up again before jumping out of the shower with their teeth chattering. 

"You know Rach that you didn't have to do that."

"You didn't like it? Did I do something wrong?" "No no, it was great. God I almost passed out when you put your finger in my ass! I'll have to try that on Carrie and Steph next time they invite me over to have some fun. I just mean that you didn't have to do it just cause I did you, you know?"

"I know that, but I wanted too."

"Good. If things don't work out with Will, you can always come see me when you need to relieve some tension, k?"

"Thanks Em."

"No problem. And if you're ever curious and decide you want to try eating pussy…" Emma giggled when Rachel turned red.

"I get the picture Em."

"Okay, just making sure. Now, let's get you ready for tonight."

As they dressed and primped, Rachel thought it strange how quickly they had slipped back into their normal roles. One minute she is screaming for Emma to never stop fucking her, and the next they're chatting about boys and parties as if nothing in the world had changed. At the very least, she thought that it was nice to feel appreciated for a change, to have had someone want her in same way she wanted Will, even if it was someone else and only for a short time. 

"So, how do I look?" Rachel asked in anticipation.

"Mmm…good enough to eat."

"Oh come on Em, seriously."

"You look great Rachel. You don't have a thing to worry about."

"Except for maybe you. God, wait till my brother sees you. I'll have to remind him not to trip over his tongue!"

"Hmmm, if his tongue were actually that long I think I could find a place for him to tuck it into."

"EMMA!"

Emma laughed hysterically, it was just too much fun embarrassing her.

"Oh come on Rach, I don't think he'd complain. Just think, if his tongue is that long, I wonder what the rest of him is like."

"Enough with my poor brother! Will you ever stop teasing him?"

"Maybe one day, if he's very lucky and behaves, I'll let him have a go with me. But until then, I plan on torturing him as much as I possibly can."

Emma wasn't kidding. She looked like she was about to spill out of her halter top, which must have been at least one size too small. Containing her ample cleavage would not have been an easy task for many tops, but this just wasn't even fair. If that wasn't enough to get someone's juices flowing, seeing her bottom half would get the job done. In reality, her skirt wasn't that small, but her abundant curves made it look as if it was indecently tiny. The icing on the cake was the thigh high black leather boots which only made her taller, giving the illusion that her legs were nearly endless in their length. Any man would likely give his left testicle to have those stems circling his waste given the way she had wrapped the package. 

"With that outfit, you're going to be very popular with the guys and very unpopular with the girls tonight."

"Maybe, but tonight I only have to be popular with one girl to be happy."

"Oh, so you're planning on getting lucky tonight?"

"I hope so. You got me warmed up, but now I really need to get laid. You never know, I might even find some lucky guy to screw my brains out."

"With any luck, I'll be the one getting my brains fucked out."

"Rachel Marie Thomas, I didn't know you had it in you to talk like that."

"Well, you're not the only one who needs to get lucky tonight. I'm already starting to get wet just thinking about it."

"Slut."

"Bimbo."

The girls tried to keep straight faces, but they knew neither of them would be able to contain the laughter for long. They headed down the stairs, still giggling like mad. On their way to the kitchen they passed Lucas, who was sitting at the kitchen table in his team warm-ups, waiting for their mother to set dinner on the table. Emma made sure to put a little extra swish in her hips as she paraded her body past the poor boy, smiling seductively while laughing on the inside the whole way. Rachel went over to save her befuddled brother from further embarrassment. She giggled into his ear before telling him, "Close your mouth bro, and try not to stare too much during dinner or Mom will get upset and Dad will tease you."

Dinner was a very long event for Lucas. Emma seemed to be teasing him every chance she got, and Rachel was largely unsuccessful in her attempts to try and spare him any embarrassment. Emma made it a point to stand up and lean over while reaching for various condiments, giving Lucas a good look down the front of the top that could barely contain her breasts. She also licked every piece of silverware that touched her lips in a way that could only suggest that she had her mind on putting something else in her mouth. Lucas was squirming in his seat throughout the meal, and was having a hard time concentrating enough on the conversation at the table to escape suspicion. The game was only an hour away and he couldn't even remember who they were playing. At one point, he stopped mid sentence when he felt Emma's leather clad leg rub against his calf, and then again more firmly confirming his suspicion that the contact was not an accident. He wolfed down his food and cleared his place at the table in a rush. He used his plate to hide the bulge in his pants, which unfortunately did not escape his tormenter's eyes. 

After dinner they cleared the table and piled into the car to head to the game. Rachel sat in the middle in the backseat to spare her brother from any further torment, which drew a dirty look from Emma. 

During the ride to the school, Rachel leaned over and whispered to her brother, "Don't worry bro, I won't let the naughty girl tease you any more." Instead of calming him, he groaned in frustration. As soon as they parked the car, Lucas bolted for the locker room. His parents could only shout good luck to him as he sprinted off into the distance. They were a bit confused, but shrugged it off easily enough and made their way to the gym.

The bleachers were already getting fairly crowded, so the girls excused themselves and went to search for their friends before all the good seats were taken. When the teams jogged onto the court to warm up the fans were on their feet, cheering loudly for the potential league champions. Rachel noticed with relief that Lucas seemed to have regained his usual focus. She was glad that he wasn't too rattled after the intense teasing Emma gave him through dinner. After all, she did want her beloved brother to play well and help the team win. Besides, if they lost the game Will might not be good company later, and that was definitely not something she wanted to happen. 

Finally, the game started. Through the first half, the visiting team kept the game fairly close. Will led the team up and down the court with the confidence that only comes after putting in long hours of practice, and it showed. Malcolm and Andre were carrying most of the scoring load, as they used their sixth sense to set each other up for easy scores. The team's only difficulty was in stopping the other school's center, who at 6'11" had a three inch height advantage over Johnny. 

At the half, the boys of Stanton were down by 3. Coach Johnson went to the drawing board and decided the only way they could slow down the other team's ogre of a center was to double team him. Instead of having one player help Johnny, coach surprised everyone by telling them the twins would guard the center together, and Johnny would not start the second half. None of the starters were thrilled with the idea of playing most of the second half without their regular big guy, but they knew they had to do what was best for the team. Johnny, being an all around good guy, didn't make an issue of his playing time and told the rest of the guys not to worry about him, and to go out there and quick some ass in the second half. Feeling better with his endorsement of the situation, the team went out of the locker room pumped up and ready to get it started again. 

As the team took the floor to start the second half, the crowd was quiet as they saw Johnny take a seat at the end of the bench. A hushed murmur swept through the bleachers until Johnny turned around, gave everyone one of his signature goofy grins and stood up in a signal for everyone to get on their feet and cheer they're team. Soon he had the crowd as rowdy as ever, as he walked along the sidelines waiving his arms and chanting "Stanton! Stanton!" 

As he looked up into the stands he instinctively sought out the one person whom he wanted to see the most. A few rows up, staring back at him was Danielle, who was actively cheering for HIM! Being a player herself, she admired his unselfishness, and beamed at him with a radiant smile. Maybe he wasn't the sexiest guy she'd ever laid eyes on, but she knew a good heart when she saw it. Slowly the wheels in her head started to turn, and she began to see Johnny in a whole new light. 

Finally the referee made Johnny sit down so they could start the second half. From the first possession, it was apparent that Coach Johnson's plan was working. Malcolm and Andre as a unit were able to keep the center away from the basket, and when he did get the ball he had to quickly pass it away before the twins used their quick hands to steal it. At the end of the third quarter, Stanton had taken a two point lead, and seemed to be building up a head of steam. As the other team passed the ball in to start the fourth quarter, Will deflected the pass and broke away toward the basket, looking for an easy bucket. As he leaped into the air to lay the ball in, suddenly a player from the other team took his legs out from underneath him, and Will tumbled head over hills and crashed in a heap onto the court. Johnny watched from the bench in horror as he saw his best friend get under-cut, a deliberately dirty play on what would have been a sure basket. Before any of the coaches could get in his way, Johnny was on his feet and running toward the other player, who soon found himself picked up by the front of his jersey and thrown several feet into the wall of the gymnasium. The crowd sat in stunned silence as all three referees pulled Johnny off the player and off the floor, and Will lay face down on the court, not having moved an inch since he hit the hardwood. Coach Johnson was at Will's side in an instant, desperately praying that his best player wasn't badly injured. 

Emma looked over at Rachel, who was staring with disbelieving eyes, lips trembling and tears streaming down her face. Without thinking she bolted out of her seat and ran onto the court to be at Will's side as Coach Johnson and the team trainer knelt over him. From the way he had fallen, it didn't seem likely that he would have hurt his neck, so they turned him onto his back. Will groaned in protest as they moved him, groggily opening his bleary eyes only to shut them again in pain. The trainer determined he'd sustained a mild concussion and mildly sprained his left wrist. Lucas watched as the trainer and Rachel helped Will onto his feet, and quickly took him back to the locker room. 

With everyone stunned by Johnny being thrown out of the game and Will being half carried off the floor, no one on the team or in the stands noticed Lucas quietly seething in his chair, his jaw clenched in fury. No one, except Emma. She knew how protective he was of Rachel, and after her little display on the floor he would assume that something was going on between them. 

"Oh, this is not good," she muttered to no one in particular.

With two of the starters out of the game, the rest of the Stanton team looked very shaky. Without Will setting up the offense, the remaining players looked lost. Lucas, as the next best ball handler, was shifted to play the point for the rest of the game. He played brilliantly in Will's absence, carrying the team down the stretch, hitting shot after shot to keep the game close. With only seconds left, Stanton found themselves behind by two. Lucas found himself with the ball in his hands dribbling at the top of the key, searching for an opening. As the clock wound down, in desperation he drove to his left and went up for a jump shot. His shot was blocked, but the whistle blew. Lucas was fouled, and needed to make both free throws to tie the game. As he stepped up to the line, he calmly drained the first. As the referee was about to pass him the ball, he paused and looked towards the door of the gymnasium. The crowd erupted as Will gingerly made his way back to the bench, with the help of Rachel and the trainer of course. It was enough to stir Luke's temper and break his concentration. Seeing red, he took the ball in his hands and took his last free throw. 

The Stanton faithful sat in silence as the ball clanged off the rim and time expired.

Emma saw the entire plot of the evening unfold, and could only put her head in her hands.

Although thoroughly disappointed, Coach Johnson's post-game speech and seeing that Will was not hurt any worse than he was gave the team new hope for the season. It hadn't started the way they wanted, but it was far from lost. The team decided that the best way to shake off a tough loss was to go through with their plans and have some fun despite the way the evening had started. 

As the parking lot emptied, the twins sat in their car, waiting for Lucas to come out of the locker room. His parents had already left, and Emma and Rachel had hitched a ride with Johnny since Rachel refused to let Will out of her sight. As Lucas exited the locker room, the twins saw something different in his eyes, and they didn't like what they saw. 

Mal was the first to speak.

"Bro, Luke don't look right."

"Would you look right if you threw a brick on the shot that woulda tied the game?" asked Andre.

"Somethin saying that ain't it to me."

"Man, you trippin. Luke just pissed we lost."

"Whaddeva, just keep an eye on him tonight. I gots a feelin he be trouble tonight, no what I'm sayin?"

"Yeah, I hear ya."

The ride to the twin's house was uncomfortably quiet at best. The twins tried to snap Lucas out of his funk, but it was obvious it wasn't working.

As they pulled into the driveway the street was already lined with familiar cars, and a crowd of their classmates was already at the door waiting. The twins gave each other a promising look as many people told Lucas what a great game he had. Maybe, they thought to themselves, everything would work out alright.

As the party got started, that thought was short lived. It didn't take Lucas long to find his sister. In a corner of the basement, Rachel was sitting on one end of a couch, holding a large bag of ice against Will's head, which was in her lap. Johnny and Danielle stood protectively over them, keeping the rest of the crowd away from Will, who wasn't feeling up to talking to too many people. Lucas felt as if no one else was in the room around him as he watched the scene unfold before him. His sister had her fingers laced through Will's, as her other hand lifted the bag of ice long enough for her to plant a kiss on Will's forehead. 

Will's vision was swimming as he lay on the couch. The only good part about his concussion was that the throbbing in his head distracted him from the throbbing pain in his wrist. Everything he saw was a little blurry, and everything he heard was a dull roar that rang in his ears. He was vaguely aware that his head was in Rachel's lap. Rachel…Rachel had been the first thing he saw after he fell during the game. Rachel had been there in the locker room as the trainer patched him up as best he could. Rachel had cried for him, carried him, and looked after him the entire night. It was Rachel's soft hand that was stroking his, Rachel's blue eyes looking down at him, watching his every move. For the first time, Will looked into her eyes and saw what had always been there just beneath the surface, and understood what it was. To Rachel's surprise, when she looked into Will's eyes, she saw her own feelings reflected in them. He was about to protest when she lifted the bag of ice, but was silenced when he felt her soft, warm lips press gently to his forehead. The warmth in her lips seemed to burn his skin, leaving a tingling warmth long after that traveled from his head down to his toes.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Rachel asked as she beamed down at him.

"Like I got punched by Holyfield…" said Will. That brought a grin to Johnny's face. He had felt sick to his stomach since Will went down, and had felt terrible that he couldn't go back to the gym with Will at the end of the game. Besides that, Johnny had been with him the entire time. "Actually the guy that did this to you was a lot smaller than that, but I think Johnny took care of him for you." 

Will, having been passed out, didn't remember what happened.

"Man, what did you do?" asked Will with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I barely touched the guy!" Johnny protested.

"Actually, Johnny got off the bench and threw the guy across the gym" Danielle said with pride as she held onto his arm.

"You know you shouldn't have done that, right?" 

"Come on Will, what did you expect me to do?"

"Just tell me they're not going to suspend you."

"I don't know yet, but at least they ejected the other guy too."




Waiting for Will Ch. 03



"Alright, just promise me you won't get yourself ejected from any more games this year, okay?"

"Can't make you a promise I might not be able to keep. Besides, someone has to look out for your skinny ass." Johnny was grinning from ear to ear, and then downed his beer in a single gulp. "Looks like it's time for another round, I'll be back in a minute."

Before he could take two steps, Danielle stopped his large body with a brush of her slender fingers.

"Hey, I think I'll join you upstairs for a minute, if that's alright with you." Johnny had been so preoccupied with Will that he had barely noticed how Danielle was acting towards him. Suddenly he put it all together, and smiled down at her as he took her small hand in his and led her towards the stairs. Danielle looked back over her shoulder at Rachel with a knowing smile that said she was happy for her, and happy for herself as well. Rachel returned the friendly smile and marveled at both of their good fortunes. 

"Does that mean what I think it means?" asked Will.

Rachel panicked momentarily. Surely she couldn't lose him at this point. Will saw the fear in her expression.

"I think it does," said Rachel.

"Well I'm happy for them." 

"Is that all you're happy about?"

"I hope I have another reason to be happy."

Will sat up a bit, brought his hand behind Rachel's neck and pulled her down to him. Rachel's blond hair created a soft shroud around them, shutting out everything else as Will lost himself in the heady pleasure of exploring Rachel's sweet mouth. Rachel's kiss was soft and sweet, offering everything, yielding to his advances, relishing in what she had waited so long for. She never wanted that first kiss to end, so she prolonged it, drawing out the sensations, trying to mentally capture every last detail. She gave a sigh as Will steadily applied more pressure, demanding and giving more. Rachel could feel herself getting wet as Will plundered her mouth. When they finally broke the kiss, Rachel was short of breath and Will was smiling in a way that Rachel had never seen before. The young couple stared at each other, trying to find the words to express what was happening, but neither had much success. 

"Do you think we should check on Johnny and Danielle, see how those two are fairing?" asked Rachel. 

"Sure, I could use some fresh air and a beer anyway."

With Rachel's help, Will was able to sit up. When he attempted to stand, the room started to move in strange ways. He would have fallen, but luckily Rachel was there to steady him. Grabbing him around the waist they managed to stay on their feet until Will's dizziness subsided enough for them to walk. 

An angry Lucas blocked their path to the stairs.

"Well if it isn't the star of the team! So, how do you feel Will?" Lucas said in a voice laced with sarcasm and malice.

Rachel was instantly nervous, but in Will's state he didn't know what kind of trouble he was in.

"I'm not feeling too well…" said Will, but that was all he got out before Lucas cut him off.

"Well that's just GREAT, but let me tell you how I feel. I think one of my teammates has been doing my sister behind my back." Without saying another word, Lucas pulled his fist back and punched Will in the stomach with all the force he could muster. 

"LUCAS NO!" screamed Rachel as she struggled to keep Will upright. As the breath exploded from his lungs, he doubled over and crumpled to the basement floor.

Malcolm heard the scream and headed for the basement.

"Dre! Where's Johnny?!?" yelled Malcolm.

Andre didn't have to look long, as Johnny was quickly clearing a path. Dre was on his heels as they tried to catch up with Mal. When they got to the bottom of the basement stairs, they saw Mal attempting to hold Lucas down, and Rachel protectively putting her body between her brother and Will. In the heat of the moment, they weren't exactly sure what happened, but they did know that they should get Luke out of there. The three boys managed to drag Lucas up the stairs. 

Will was gasping for breath, trying to replace the air that had just been knocked out of him. Emma had seen the whole thing, and went to comfort her distraught friends.

Seeing how upset Rachel was, Will tried to get himself under control. "Rachel, I'm okay," he managed to say between gasps. 

"I'm so sorry Will, my brother's so stupid!" she said as she began to cry. 

"He'll be alright Rachel. Once he catches his breath we should get him upstairs and in one of the bedrooms. He's had a rough night, and I'd say after that little scuffle this party is officially over," said Emma. 

After a minute or two Will was able to get up, and with Rachel and Emma holding him up they made it up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Once Will was situated on the bed, Rachel started to get upset all over again. 

"I'm sorry Will. I should probably go deal with my brother. I really don't want to leave you alone, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I'll deal with your brother Rach," said Emma.

"But…"

"Don't argue. You stay with Will, he needs you. I'll go check on your brother."

"Thanks Em."

"Don't mention it. I'll call both of your mothers and let them know you'll be staying the night over here. Don't worry about a thing. If you need something, just yell until me or one of the twins shows up, okay?"

"Got it."

Emma softly closed the door behind her. It looked like almost everyone had left. She followed the noise until she found the rest of the boys in the den, and from the sound of it no one was very happy. When she tried to open the door, she only got it open about an inch before she hit an unmovable object, which turned out to be Johnny. "Who's there?" asked Johnny in a gruff voice.

"It's me Johnny, can I come in?" Without looking back Johnny opened the door wide enough for her to squeeze inside the room. Danielle was sitting on the ground next to Johnny with her knees tucked under her chin. Lucas was sitting behind the desk flanked by the twins who were glaring at him. Suddenly the room was silent.

"So what's going on?" asked Emma.

"Nothin, at least till the punk talks," said Dre.

"I got nothing to say to you guys," said Lucas in a flat tone, his arms crossed in front of him, defiance written all over him.

"Then we gonna be here all night," said Malcolm.

"Whatever, but I said I don't want to talk to you guys about this."

"Well, if you won't talk to the guys, will you talk to a girl?" asked Emma in a softer voice. All eyes were suddenly on Emma. 

"Guys, could you give me a minute with Luke, alone?" asked Emma. The twins looked each other in the eye for a moment before making a move for the door. Danielle got to her feet and followed them out. Johnny, however, wasn't budging.

"Johnny, you too," said Emma.

"I'm not…"

Then Danielle was at his side. "Johnny, come on…" said Danielle as she took his large hand in both of hers. Johnny was suddenly powerless to stop the much smaller girl as she gently pulled him towards the door. Later they would all come to wonder how the smallest girl could so easily move the largest guy with the softest of gestures. Johnny glared at Luke with a look of hate as he backed out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him. 

Once they were alone, Luke tried to remain stoic, but Emma could immediately tell that his resolve was weakening. When he looked up at her, he saw beauty, sympathy, and the longest, sexiest legs he had ever seen wrapped in shiny black leather up to the knee. Emma saw her opening and pressed her advantage. She slowly made her way around the desk and sat right in front of him, crossing her legs and leaning forward for best effect. 

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You look like someone who needs a friend right now."

Luke sat in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Is there something you want to talk about? Need to get something off your chest?" As she said the last word, she leaned over just a little more, giving him a good luck at her cleavage. Luke's eye's dated back and forth between her face, breasts, and legs, causing him to hesitate before answering.

"No…"

"Well if you don't want to talk then why don't you listen, and tell me if I'm right. You're protective of your sister. You feel betrayed because you told your friends that you didn't want any of them hooking up with your sister, and now you think one of them has, and that makes you angry." Lucas said nothing, but looked away. 

Emma hopped off the desk, and sat in Luke's lap, straddling him in the chair. She gently applied pressure to his chin until he turned and looked at her.

In a soft voice, Emma said, "Hey, it's okay. I admire how you want to protect Rachel, that's what good brother's are supposed to do. But you have to accept the fact that you can't stop her from being with someone. Besides, you know Will is a good guy, and that he'll treat her right. So why get angry about it?"

Emma saw that she had broken through his last defense. He couldn't think of an answer, and slowly the anger drained out of him. When he looked into her eyes again, he found that she was smiling back at him.

"You feel better now, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I do." Emma caught his gaze wondering down.

"I'd like to think that me sitting in your lap has something to do with it. See something you like? Thinking of taking advantage of the situation…" Emma moved herself closer, grinding her crotch into him. 

"No, I…I wasn't, I…" he stuttered in protest.

"Shhhhh, it's okay. You've had a long day, and I shouldn't have teased you as much as I have. Hmmmm…and you have been a good boy for me since I got rid of everyone else, so maybe you deserve a reward…" To Luke's amazement, Emma started sliding the hem of her skirt up her thighs until he could see the crotch of her panties.

"Maybe you deserve another treat too…"she said as she slipped the neck of her halter top over her head, exposing her breasts to him. Seeing his hesitation, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down to her breasts. Luke immediately latched onto her left nipple, sucking and licking eagerly as he weighed the other in his hand, feeling the heft of her large tits.

"That's a good boy," she cooed as she reached down between them and opened the fly of his jeans. She quickly pulled his hardening prick out into the open and began to vigorously jerk him off. She reluctantly pulled his head away from her now aching tits and started to nibble on his ears.

"Does that feel good?" she playfully asked as she felt his hardon swell in her fist. Luke could only groan in response.

"Don't hold back if you want to cum. I want you to cum." Emma teased the tip of his prick as she slid down off his lap and onto her knees in front of him.

"In fact, I want you to cum all over my tits. I want you to cover my tits with your hot, sticky, delicious cum." Luke was quickly losing control. His hips began to buck, but Emma only jerked him off faster. 

"If you're a very good boy, next time I might let you put it in my mouth. I'll let you put your nice big cock in my tiny little mouth, and I'll suck on it until you give me what I want. Do you know what that is? If you put your cock in my mouth, I'll want you to cum all over my pretty face. Only naughty sluts like cum on their face." That was all Luke could take. With a cry, he threw his head back and shot his load in the valley of Emma's big beautiful tits, creating a river of cum that slowly left a sticky trail down her chest. Emma smiled as she milked the last of his cum from his shriveling cock onto her tits.

"That's a good boy. I like the way you came for me. Maybe that will give you some incentive to behave."

Back in the guest room…..

Will lay on his back and tried not to think about how much his body hurt. He should have been ecstatic that he was in bed with Rachel, but a concussion has a strange way of clouding your thinking. He was dimly aware of the fact that Rachel was lying next to him, her hand underneath his shirt, languidly stroking his chest. 

"Is there anything I can get you Will? Anything I can do to make you feel better?" she asked innocently. 

In his naiveté, he missed the innuendo, or maybe it was the concussion again.

"I don't know, the trainer already gave me some painkillers, but they don't seem to help much."

"Maybe you'll feel better if I kiss your booboos," she said with a sweet, innocent smile. She proceeded to gently kiss his wrist, and then his forehead, before moving down and planting a kiss on his lips. Will was again amazed by their softness, how gentle she was, yet how good it felt as her mouth seemed to melt into his.

"Feel better now?"

"I don't remember injuring my lips."

"You better watch it mister! See if I ever kiss you again!" she said in mock anger.

"I do feel better though. I guess you just have the magic touch."

"Of course I do."

"Would you mind applying your magic touch to my last booboo?"

"You only had to ask..."

With that, Rachel lifted his t-shirt out of the way and applied her lips to his stomach. Her kisses were long, and feather light. She made her way around his abdomen with agonizing slowness, making sure to cover every square inch of his body with her lips. Will managed to lie still under her gentle assault, but Rachel could tell she was getting to him as his muscles quivered under her touch. Will felt as if every nerve in his body was awake and on fire, each inch of flesh hoping to be the next to feel her ministrations. Rachel thought she could practically hear Will's heart beating.

Taking things a step further, Rachel began to massage Will's rapidly growing cock through his jeans, feeling his length, his cock straining to be let loose. Will moaned his pleasure and frustration, yearning for more.

"Does that feel good baby?"

"Yes…"

"Just wait. You haven't even felt my magic touch yet."

Rachel continued to kiss down his stomach, moving ever closer to her goal as she deftly opened his jeans and brought his cock out into the open. He was already quite large, and still seemed to be getting harder.

"What a beautiful cock."

Rachel didn't have anything to compare it to, but to her it was perfect. She rested the side of her face against his groin and took the base of his cock in her hand. Pointing it at her mouth, she began to lazily run her tongue around the tip of his cock, coating it with saliva, sampling the taste of his skin, lapping up the drops of precum slowly dripping out of him. After deciding she liked the feel of it, she moved down a fraction of an inch and wrapped her lips around his head, kissing him, sucking gently as she continued to lick tentatively. It took every ounce of Will's resolve not to move his hips and burry himself deeper in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She removed him from her mouth and looked up at him with uncertainty.

"Am I doing it okay?"

"It feels great, please don't stop."

Smiling with pride at bringing him pleasure, she resumed her almost passive sucking, only allowing his tip into her mouth. His moans gave her confidence, so she decided to take more of his length, sliding her lips further down until she felt like she was going to gag. With surprise, she found that there were still several inches of meat that she hadn't managed to get into her mouth. She didn't want to try and take him into her throat (after all, she'd never blown a guy before), but she was determined to make her first blow job as good for him as it could be. She came up for a breath of air and began to firmly jerk him off. Once she had caught her breath, she began to bob her head faster and faster, sucking him with renewed enthusiasm. She relished the feeling of power it gave her, knowing that Will was completely under her control, gasping in pleasure. He began to roll his hips in time with her motions as he moved closer and closer to his release. Will's senses were inundated with pleasure. Never in his life had anything felt like this. He ran his fingers through her soft blond locks, feeling their silky softness caress his thighs while her soft lips slipped over the head of his cock. 

Will began to shake, his orgasm almost upon him. He thrust his hips into the air, unable to control his lust any longer, all thoughts of anything else but his cock were lost. Rachel attempted to keep up with his movements, but was having some difficulty. Only his hands on her head kept her mouth in contact with him. His thrusts became so erratic that they ended up rolling onto their sides, but still Rachel kept sucking him into her mouth. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled her head to him as he thrust more deeply into her, burying more and more of himself inside of her. Rachel felt stuffed as she tried to open wider to accommodate him, but soon his thrusts were pushing his cock part way down her throat. Instead of her blowing him, he was now fucking her mouth. What had started as a soft and gentle sucking, had turned into an aggressive face fucking, as Will held her in place and plundered her with his thickness. To her surprise, she felt herself getting wetter. Rachel submissively let him use her for his pleasure. It thrilled her to totally give up control, to let him take her any way he wanted. She shivered as she broke out in goosebumps, loving the feel of him punishing her soft lips, claiming ownership of her mouth with his thick cock over and over. With one last ragged breath, he pulled her face into his groin, forcing his entire length down her throat, and shot his cum in a series of powerful spurts. Rachel grabbed him and pulled him tighter to her as she used her throat muscles to swallow his cum, massaging the head of his cock buried deep in her. 

When he was finally finished, Rachel dislodged his shrinking cock from her throat and gasped for air. She had a glassy, satisfied look in her eyes that Will did not quite understand. In fact, he felt terrible about being so rough with her, but he couldn't help himself. 

"Oh my gosh, Rachel I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop, I should have told you I was about to cum. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Jesus, I'll never…"

Rachel cut him off by attacking him, kissing him all over his face and neck.

"Oh god Will, I loved it. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Really? I mean, you don't mind that I came in your mouth?"

"I loved it. I love that you couldn't stop yourself, that I MADE you cum like that."

"Wow, I uhhh, I…"

"God Will, you're probably going to think I'm a slut now, but I can't help how I feel. Whenever I suck you, you can come any way you want, I don't care as long as you cum."

"Okay, but wasn't I a little rough at the end? Did that bother you? I can totally be more gentle…"

"But I don't want you to be, don't you get it? I want you to do what you want to me. I didn't mind it at all. I mean, if you had asked me before if I would have liked it that way, I probably would have said no, but now it's different. I don't know if I can explain it, it's just all such a new feeling for me."

"I guess it is for both of us. Next time, just tell me if you don't like something, okay?"

"So you think there's going to be a next time…"

"Oh, well, I just thought that, you know…"

"I'm just teasing you Will. In fact, it looks like you're ready for your next time right now." Will's cock was again standing at attention, ready for another round. 

"I think it's time you got acquainted with the rest of my body, don't you think?"

Will could only sit back and watch the show. Rachel started by peeling the tube top over her head, revealing her perky tits. She was only a B cup, but Rachel was a slender girl, and they seemed to fit her body nicely. Her creamy skin had started to flush with her excitement, which was evidenced by her pink nipples jutting out proudly, begging for attention. She cupped her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples, showing Will how sensitive they were. Rachel had always thought she would be embarrassed stripping in front of a guy, but the look of admiration in his eyes gave her confidence. Adopting a sultry smile, she turned around so she was facing away from him, and looked back over her shoulder as she slowly lowered the waistband of her low rise pants. Will watched as more and more of her was exposed to him, with only the thinnest of strips of material dividing her body, hiding her treasures from him. The pink material was so wet that it appeared to be almost transparent. Rachel kicked her pants off and climbed back onto the bed, straddling Will, wearing nothing more than a silky thong that was wet through with her juices. She stretched out her small body over his larger frame, pressing her hard nipples into his smooth chest as she offered her mouth to his. She skillfully began removing his clothing between kisses, so she could feel more of his skin against hers. Suddenly she increased the intensity, kissing Will harder, deeper. She began to grind her silk covered pussy against Will's hardness. She was so wet that even through her thong, her wetness lubricated his cock, making it easier for their bodies to slide against each other.




Waiting for Will



"I can take him any time on the court."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just sayin, no girl will wait forever, not even Rachel. You hearing me?"

"Yeah, I hear you Johnny."

"Good. You know I'm just watching out for you right?"

"Yeah, I know man. Let's talk about something else. I'm sick of talking about Rachel."

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

"I dunno..."

"You know what I heard the other day?"

"What?"

"Carrie was telling me that someone on the girl's team heard there was a new girl moving into town. You remember the house across the street from Luke's?"

"You mean the one with the for sale sign in front?"

"That's the one. Looks like they'll be moving in there. Word's out that she's a basketball player, and she's really good. Like you, like getting scouted by schools and stuff."

"That'd be cool. I mean, the girl's team needs some help."

"Man, I don't care about the girl's team, I just hope she's a hottie."

"Always thinking with your dick, aren't you Johnny?"

"Man, is there any other way?"

They both laughed. Johnny was your basic teenage guy with raging hormones after all.

"I guess you'll have to ask Lucas to keep an eye out for her, check her out and see if she's cute."

"I don't know, might be hard for him to take his eyes off Emma."

"You might be right."

"Hey, that gives me an idea."

Will stopped in his tracks. Usually when Johnny had an idea it really meant that he had thought of a way to get Will to do something he would regret. He would have to do everything in his power to persuade Johnny to forget about whatever he had in mind. 

"OH NO Johnny, I don't care what you're plan is, I don't want any part of it."

"Come on Will, hear me out. Besides, if you don't go along with it I'm just gonna do it anyway, and you can't do anything about it. Look, you may as well give in and try to make the best of it. So, you in or are you out?"

Will sighed in defeat. He knew how this was going to end. Johnny never stopped once he got an idea in his head. 

"Alright, fill me in."

"Tonight at the diner, all we have to do is get Emma to keep Luke occupied, you know, distract him. That way he'll never notice you and Rachel hooking up."

"Wooo, slow down man. Who said that Rachel and I are hooking up tonight?"

"She practically came out and said it earlier, weren't you listening?"

"Yeah, you know I was. But I don't think Emma will go for Lucas, him being a year younger than the rest of us and all."

"Don't worry about it. She can flirt with him for one night. In fact, I'm sure she'll be glad to help. Emma's a really cool chick, and I know she'd help if it meant you and Rachel finally getting together."

"It's not just the thing with Luke Johnny."

"I know. Look Will, you gotta go for it sooner or later. If you don't, you'll regret it."

"We'll see what happens, alright? That good enough for you?"

"I'll take that. Come on, let's hustle. I think I can smell my Mom's cooking from here." They both realized how hungry they were and in no time were sitting down in Johnny's back yard watching his parents fuss over the barbecue. Will always liked being at Johnny's house. Things were always as they should be here, everyone got along so well. It was like they were some TV family come to life. They had practically adopted Will as another son after his father passed away. Will even got along with Johnny's kid sister Anna, mostly because she worshipped the ground they walked on. After a good meal and getting cleaned up they were ready to meet the others at the diner. 

"Don't stay out too late kids. Will, if it's getting late make sure to call your mother and let her know you'll be staying the night here, okay?"

"Yes Mrs. Walker, I'll be sure to do that."

"Okay, you boys have a good time, and have Lucas and Rachel say hello to their mother for me."

"We will," the boys answered in unison as they went out the door. They could have asked to take the car, but the diner wasn't too far away and the evening air was nice in contrast to the scorching temperatures during the day, so they walked instead. Will liked to have his quiet time to collect his thoughts, so Johnny agreed. 

Soon they had made there way to the diner and saw that Rachel, Lucas, and the other girls were already there. They had gotten the biggest booth in the corner of the restaurant, making plenty of room for everyone. Rachel jumped up to greet them once she saw them coming through the door. As always, she looked great without crossing the line and being cheap or trashy. That's what all the guys loved about her: she was adorable yet respectful enough to take home to meet their mothers. Tonight she was wearing a tight pair of denim shorts that hugged her heart shaped ass, along with a simple white tank top that showed just a bit of her young cleavage. She was only a b-cup, but her tits had the firmness that only young women can have. Overall, her body was slim and proportional, with just the right amount of curves to draw attention from the guys. 

"Hi Will, come and sit next to me. Some guys are already staring at me, so you better make sure they know I'm not available."

Will couldn't say no to her. Even though he knew she didn't mean what she said, he played along anyway. Besides, pretending Rachel was his girlfriend wasn't exactly unpleasant. Soon they all settled into an easy conversation, and Will forgot about being nervous or the possibility of taking things further with Rachel. Of course, he had a little help. Johnny had made sure that he got to sit next to Emma. At some point he must have been able to whisper his plan to Emma, because her attitude toward Lucas changed dramatically at some point. Soon Lucas was hanging on her every word. She was laying it on so thick Johnny was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold in his laughter. Carrie and Steph noticed things weren't quite right, and quickly figured out what was going on. 

"Just the man I wanted to see. And it looks like half the team is here with you..."

Everyone turned to see Coach Dan Johnson and Coach Diane Riggs, Stanton's head basketball coaches. However, all of the attention soon fell on their companions: the most stunning red head the guys had ever seen, and an older couple who presumably were her parents. 

They all said hello to the two teachers/coaches in unison.

Coach Riggs started the introductions. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Stallworth and their daughter Danielle. They just moved into town, actually right near Lucas and Rachel if I remember correctly. As some of you may have heard, Danielle will be trying out for the girl's basketball team this fall. What you may not have heard is that she was unanimously voted player of the year in New Jersey last season."

"Wow, cool!" said Carrie, who was obviously impressed. 

"My thoughts exactly," echoed coach Riggs with a smile.

Coach Johnson threw in his two cents, adding, "We've also heard that over the summer you boys have been practicing down at the north side park. Will, I was hoping that you might be able to spare some time to show Danielle around, maybe practice with her a bit, help her get settled in, you know what I mean?"

"Sure coach, I follow you."

"Whadda ya say, can you do your old coach a favor and look after Danielle for me?"

Will could never refuse Coach Johnson anything. He had always been an important person in Will's life. Besides, as you may have noticed, Will wasn't much good at saying no to anyone. 

"Uh, sure coach, I guess that would be okay."

"Thanks a lot Will. I just want you to know that the Stallworth's and I really appreciate your help too. Why don't we leave Danielle with you kids so Coach Johnson and I can talk with her parents and not boor her to death," said Coach Riggs.

The guys all agreed enthusiastically that that was a great idea. Rachel, however, wasn't so sure. She couldn't help but notice how gorgeous Danielle was. She wasn't just cute, or pretty, but was super-model flawless, head turning beautiful, the kind of beauty that left men speechless and drew dirty looks from every woman in the room. And to make matters worse, she had the most fantastic tits Rachel had ever soon. She wasn't exactly showing them off, but the top she was wearing plunged in a V in front, and tented out enough to make it fall short of her waist, exposing her midriff. To Rachel's horror, she immediately plunked her shapely behind right next to Will, a little closer than Rachel was comfortable with. 

"Hi Will, it's nice to finally meet the guy the Coaches have been talking about for the last hour. They both tell me you're the best player on the team."

Will forgot how to speak. It was as if he had swallowed his own tongue, but was in too big a shock to care. Even her voice was sexy, the way she said every word it was as if she were trying to make her mouth form sensual shapes as she spoke them. Johnny could see embarrassment from a mile away and jumped in to save him. 

"He's too modest to say it out loud, but yes, he's the best player on the team, and probably the state. Don't let him tell you otherwise, it's all lies." 

As shell shocked as Will was, he hated when anyone, especially Johnny, talked about his game that way, and it was enough to get him talking again.

"Come on Johnny, I don't know about that..."

Everyone at the table gave him that look they always did at times like these, the one that says "shut up, we all know you're amazing so quit being modest and denying it." 

Carrie couldn't help but add, "Will doesn't like to talk about how great he is, so we have to do it for him. You'd never know it if you never saw him play, but he's been scouted by virtually every major university in the country already."

"Carrie, come on, give me a break."

"Well, you must be doing SOMETHING right to have friends like these say such nice things about you," said Danielle. Once again, Will was stuck in speechless land. Danielle knew what he was feeling. She was used to having people stare at her without speaking, so she broke the ice for him.

"So, everyone tells me you're a point guard."

"Uhh, yeah, that's right."

"Wow, me too." 

"Really, that's great."

Rachel's hopes for the evening were sinking fast. She had started the evening with such high hopes for her and Will, and now out of the blue this girl shows up and suddenly she's forgotten. She was so deflated she couldn't do anything but watch as she felt Will's interest in her slipping away.

"I bet you could really help me with my game. I've had some scouts come to a few of my games, but not from the best schools yet. Maybe with your help I could get better, maybe enough to have a few more schools give me a chance."

Now that the conversation had shifted to basketball, Will found himself back in his element. Wow, a girl that loved basketball almost as much as he did? How cool is that? And she's, she's...amazing. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It can be pretty intense when the scouts come to watch one of your games. I'd be happy to help out in any way I can. If you want, you can meet us for practice at the park tomorrow around 11:00."

"That would be great, I'd love to! Is it far from here?"

"Not at all."

"Would you mind showing me where it is? It's still light out, and I just know my parents are going to be here awhile. Maybe we could walk to the park, so I won't get lost tomorrow?"

Will was once again in a situation where he couldn't say no, nor did he want to. He quickly agreed. Danielle said a quick goodbye to her parents, and soon she and Will were waiving to the others as they headed down the street and out of sight. 

Rachel wanted to die. As soon as Danielle showed up, he hadn't given her a single look or spoken a word to her. The thought of missing her chance with him made her feel sick to her stomach. A lump had formed in her throat, and her eyes were welling up with tears. 

Mal and Dre walked in the door and noticed two things immediately: First, Will was no where to be seen, and two, Rachel looked like someone had just run over her puppy, and Rachel didn't own a puppy. Carrie and Steph filled them in on what had happened with Danielle. The twins agreed that they should take Rachel and the girls home. Lucas wasn't happy about having his evening with Emma cut short, but after seeing how upset Rachel was he didn't object. After splitting up with the others Johnny thought he should go find Will and have a talk with him. He loved Rachel like a sister, but more than that he was curious about what was going on between Will and Danielle right about now. He set off towards the park, hoping to find them. Then Johnny came up with another one of his ideas. He had to find them before they made it back to Danielle's house. Will was a descent guy, and would certainly not let Danielle walk home by herself, and she certainly didn't seem like she would object to something like that. Living across the street from each other, it would be difficult to keep Rachel from seeing something she might not want to see, but Johnny had to try. 

When he got to the park the sun was already almost out of sight. He looked everywhere in the park but didn't see anyone other than a few kids at the playground. He figured he was too late, they'd already left. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed Dre as fast as he could. Thank God for cell phones!

Dre picked up almost immediately. 

"Yo, Big-J, what's up my light skinned brotha?"

"Dre, have you dropped off Rach and Luke yet?"

"Not yet, but we almost there, why man?"

"Dude, I'm at the park and I can't find Will. You can bet he's walkin that Danielle chick home, and she moved in across the street from Rach and Luke. If Rach sees them making out or somethin when you drop her off, well, I don't have to tell you that the shit will hit the fan..."

"Damn J, no one told me THAT'S where they were headed."

"Dre, you gotta do something man."

"Shit, J man I gotta go, the shit's hittin the fan RIGHT NOW..."

Johnny took off at a dead run for Rachel's house. Now all he could do was play damage control.

Walking to the park with Danielle had been uncomfortable at first, but Will soon found that they had some things in common. It was cool that they played the same position. She knew exactly how it felt to have the pressure on you during big games. She knew what it was like to have to be the leader of the team, to make sure all of her teammates got involved. He couldn't get over how great it was to meet a girl (other than Carrie and Steph) who was so interested in basketball. In reality, all they really talked about was basketball, but to Will that was perfect.

"So, I guess this is the park."

"Yeah, nothing special. But the court here is regulation."

"So that's why you practice here?"

"Nah, I play here because it's close to my house...and because this is where my dad taught me to play." As always, once Will thought about his dad he withdrew into himself. Not even someone as beautiful as Danielle could snap him out of it once the ball got rolling. 

Danielle noticed right away that something was bothering him. She didn't even need to use her woman's intuition, it was written all over him. 

"Hey, are you alright Will?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm fine."

"Well, I could be wrong but you don't look like you're fine. Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said?"

"No, it's just that, I was thinking about my dad. He taught me how to play here, but he passed away years ago."

"Oh Will, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, really I'm fine. Look, it's getting dark out. I should probably walk you home."

"Oh, okay." Danielle was disappointed to be going home so early, but she could tell that nothing was going to salvage this evening so she agreed. Hopefully things wouldn't be awkward with Will later, and now she knew not to bring up the subject of his father.

When they got to Danielle's house, the lights were still out. That meant her parents were not home yet. Under other circumstances she might have invited him in to hang out for a bit, but she knew that this was not the right time. 

"Well, thanks for showing me the park. I'll be sure to be there tomorrow."

"Okay, yeah, I'll see you there."

"Will?"

"Yeah..."

Danielle held his face in her hands and brought his lips down to hers, placing a gentle feather like kiss on his lips, the kind of gentle kiss that gives a glimpse of what a girl can offer without giving away all her secrets. 

"Everything will be okay Will, I promise." Without another word she turned and went inside. Will stood there for a moment taking in what just happened before making his way down the street.

Down the street, Rachel stared off into the night, feeling a numbness and pain deep inside she had never experienced before. So this is what a broken heart feels like, she thought to herself. It would be so much easier if Danielle was some kind of slutty bitch, or if Will was a liar and a cheater. Then she could hate them and be done with it, but neither was any of those things. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hands to cover the sobs that were threatening to spill out, and let the others lead her away so Will wouldn't know that she had seen everything. They waited for Will to head down the block until he was out of sight before taking Rachel to her house. She was still sniffling a bit but had calmed down enough that the others felt alright about leaving her. 

When Johnny got to Rachel's house Mal and Dre were coming out the door, and by the looks on their faces things hadn't gone well. 

"Guys, what the hell happened?"

The twins answered in unison, "You know what happened."

"How bad was it?"

Mal answered, "She saw it all man. You called, we got to the end of her block, she saw them attached at the lips, we led her in the other direction so Will wouldn't see us, then he took off."

"Shit, this is so fucked up. How the hell could Will do this?"

"Come on man, can you blame the guy? From what I saw of her, that chick is stacked. You gonna tell me that you woulda been able to say no ta that ass?"

"I don't know Dre. I don't have Rachel pining away for me, so it's kinda different."

"Amen. So what's the plan J-man?"

"I dunno guys. We just have to make sure that Will, Danielle, and Rachel aren't in the same place at the same time. Other than that, not much we can do except try to watch after Rachel."

"Cool Johnny. What you gonna do now?"

"I'm gonna go home, and tomorrow I'm talking to Will about all this." And that's what he did.

The next morning Johnny made sure to get to the park before anyone else. He wanted to shoot around for a bit to clear his head. He didn't really know what he was going to say to Will, but he knew they needed to talk.

Just as Johnny was about to take another shot, another ball flew over his head and swished through the chain net. He turned around to see Will standing at half court with a smile on his face. 

As always, Johnny said, "You ever plan on missing one?"

"I don't know how to miss."

"Did you just shoot that from half court?"

"Yeah."

"Show off."

That brought a smile to Will's face, and he and Johnny had a laugh over it. Will looked different to Johnny. His smile seemed easier, almost like he couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had this dumb grin on his face as he took each of his shots. Johnny recognized that look. It had been on Luke's face last night when Emma was flirting with him. It was the same look every guy gets the morning after he gets some action. But with Will there was more. He just looked more, alive. He hadn't looked like that since his dad died. 

"You sure seem happy today."

"That's cause I am happy."

"Anything you want to share with your old buddy?"

"Like what?"

"Like maybe you got to play some tonsil hockey with a certain red head..."




Waiting for Will



Will stopped what he was doing and looked at Johnny in shock. "How'd you know?"

Now it was Johnny's turn to look shocked. "Will, I've known you since we were three years old, and I know when something is going on with you. You're walking around the court with this shit-eating grin on your face like the cat that ate the canary, and you think I'm not going to be curious as hell?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Will, you may as well have a neon sign on your back that says, 'I got lucky' in bright pink."

They both had a good laugh and got back to practicing. Johnny felt pretty good about the whole thing, almost to the point that he forgot about how much this hurt Rachel. He knew how hard this would be for her, but he couldn't help but feel happy for Will. Neither said a word for awhile until they saw some of the other players walking towards the court.

Out of the blue, Johnny said, "Just tell me one thing: How great was it?" "Do you even have to ask?"

That was enough for Johnny. He knew where this was heading, or so he thought. Once the twins and Lucas showed up, not another word about last night was said. They settled into practice easily, as if nothing was amiss, and truthfully at the time nothing was. That quickly changed when a certain red head showed up.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm a little late."

Mal and Dre had the exact same goofy grin on their face. The other guys knew what that look meant: there was a possibility of fireworks. 

"Hi, I'm Malcom, and that's my brother Andre. Guess we just missed you and Will at the diner last night."

"Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting me practice with all of you."

Dre couldn't help but add, "Yeah, I'm sure Will could show you some of his MOVES, ain't that right bro?"

Will, as usual, was caught like a dear in headlights. Not wanting practice to completely deteriorate, Johnny quickly changed the subject.

"What position do you play Danielle?"

"I play the point."

"Cool. Why don't we have a quick scrimmage and see how things work out. It'll give Will a chance to see how you play, especially since he plays the point too." To even things up, Danielle was paired with the twins, and Lucas went to Johnny and Will's side. The guys soon discovered that Danielle could hold her own in most situations. She was definitely a stronger player than all of the bench warmers on the guys team, which a few of them found out the hard way. She had no hope of shooting over the taller boys, but she had a very quick first step and passed the ball better than anyone else on the court besides Will. Mal and Dre quickly stopped thinking of her as a girl and started treating her like their regular point guard. She was routinely throwing them passes that set them up for easy buckets, which will make just about anyone popular with their teammates. 

Soon it was noon, and the kids took a much deserved brake in the shade. Instead of running to 7/11 for drinks, the twins had brought a cooler full of water and Gatorade for everyone. Danielle found that the guys were really accepting of her practicing with them as soon as they discovered she wasn't completely helpless on the court. Dre and Mal were so happy playing with her they actually started praising her play in front of the others. 

"Damn Will, you better watch yo self. If coach sees her game, he might make her cut her hair and dress butch so she can start for our team," said Dre. 

Danielle laughed her musical laugh. Will thought it was incredibly sexy. She replied sarcastically, "I don't know, how would Coach Johnson hide these?" she said as she lifted her cleavage enticingly. Will had to stifle a groan as he watched her cup her tits playfully. He had never been around a girl who turned him on the way Danielle did. 

Mal agreed with his brother, "I don't know, but what I do know is girl's got game. You can dish me the rock any time, fo sho."

"I'd be happy too. Besides, I can't exactly throw alley oops to the girls." 

They all seemed to be getting along really well. The guys really enjoyed having a girl around like Danielle. Besides being eye candy, she was flirty and fun, and could play ball with them without leaving one side handicapped. Over the summer she practiced with the boys almost every day, and it showed in how she played. She was amazed how much she learned just by playing opposite Will. Each day he would reveal a little more of his game to her, showing her another way to approach the game. Soon she was throwing passes to back door cutters she never would have seen before, and getting the weaker players involved by setting them up for easy scores. On some occasions Carrie and Steph would come to the park to watch or play a bit too, but it wasn't the same. They had a hard time keeping up with the guys, but it wasn't just that. They were always nice enough, but they kept a certain distance between Danielle and themselves. She had really been hoping to make some friends on the girls team before school started, and was a little frustrated that after weeks of having known each other they had never once invited her to do anything after the practices at the park. Not knowing what to do, she decided she would have to ask one of the guys if something was going on. 

After a particularly grueling workout one day, they all sat under the oak tree near the court next to the cooler sharing a drink and reminiscing about their summers. As the sun started to dip lower, the group slowly started to dwindle. Soon all of the others had left save Danielle and the twins. Since they were usually on the same team, Danielle had built a closer relationship with them than most of the other boys, even Will or Johnny. She figured this was her opportunity to see if they knew anything. 

"Guys, can I ask you a question?"

As they so often did, they answered in unison, "Yeah, sure."

"Did I do something to make Carrie and Steph mad at me? I mean, they aren't mean to me or anything, but I just figured we'd kind of be friends by now, but we're not."

Mal and Dre looked at each other a moment, trying to decide how much they should reveal. They didn't want to say anything that would upset any of the others, but they thought Danielle had a right to know why she was getting the cold shoulder.

"Look, Carrie and Steph like you, and like you said, they haven't been mean to you or anything."

"I know, but I know there's something they're not telling me. I mean, if I were in their shoes I would have invited me to do something girly by now, just to get to know each other. I mean, we are going to be teammates, and school starts in like a week, I just don't get it!" She was so frustrated she could scream.

The twins looked at each other again, and Danielle knew they were holding out on her. 

"Come on guys, I KNOW the two of you know something, it's written all over both of you. Would you PLEASE just tell me whatever it was that I did, no matter how horrible you think it is. I don't care, I just have to know. If you don't, I'm going to be doomed to having all guy friends, and not that I don't love hanging out with you guys, but there are just some things a girl's gotta do with other girls."

Dre couldn't stand seeing her like this anymore. Before Malcolm could cut him off he started to spill everything. 

"Look babe, here's the down low. You remember Rachel?"

"Yeah, she's Luke's sister right?"

"Right."

"What does she have to do with this?"

"You remember the night you met everyone at the diner?"

"Of course, but I don't see where this is leading..."

"Well, Rachel's had a thing for Will for a long time, and I mean a LONG time, no what I'm sayin? She used to come watch him play every day. Will's too shy to make the first move with any girl, so she decided if anything was gonna happen she would have to do it. She'd finally worked up the courage to move in on him. Everything was going according to plan. Then you showed up."

Suddenly everything fell into place. She had sat next to Will, and they had left together. 

"And then she saw you and Will going at it in front of your place..."

Oh God, she had almost forgotten about that. She had kissed Will before going inside, and Rachel had seen the whole thing. She knew how upset she would have been if she was in Rachel's shoes, and Carrie and Steph were two of Rachel's best friends. They were keeping their distance out of loyalty to Rachel because she had supposedly stolen her man! 

"Guys, it was just one kiss! It wasn't like we were making out or anything. We were talking and he mentioned his dad, and he got all sad. I felt so bad for bringing it up, he looked like a heart broken little boy and I wanted to make him feel better."

The twins exchanged glances again, communicating in their secret way. It had been going on way too much lately, and Danielle was getting fed up with it. She just wanted this nightmare to be over.

"Look guys, I had no idea, I swear. I never would have kissed him if I'd known. We haven't even kissed again, not even once, and we've never gone on a date. If you don't believe me, ask Will."

"Alright, we believe you, but that doesn't matter to Carrie and Steph. What they care about is how Rachel's been miserable ever since you showed up."

"I mean, I like Will, but not that way, you know what I mean? Look, the two of you know me as well as anyone else around here. I know I can be a flirt, but don't you think that if I was trying to hook up with Will I would have turned it up a bit by now? You guys KNOW I'm not exactly shy, and it's not like a flirt exclusively with Will or anything." 

The twins knew she was right. Danielle was a nice girl who happened to make an honest mistake with the wrong guy. 

To clarify things one last time, Dre asked, "So, you're not into Will at all?"

"No, I mean I like him, but I don't want to date him."

Dre hung his head for a moment in thought. There was one last thing they hadn't brought up yet, and it was probably the most important part. He had to check with his brother to make sure he was okay with letting the last cat out of the bag. Mal looked over at him, and nodded his head once. That was all Dre needed. 

"There's one last thing you should know."

"What?"

"You're not gonna like this, but you gotta know. You remember what Will was like after you brought up his dad?"

"Yeah, it was awful, but what does that have to do with this?"

"That's how he's been for the last eight years, ever since his dad died. You're the only thing we ever seen that makes him happy. If you tell him how you feel, I bet he goes back to the way he was."

"Shit!" The guys snapped to attention. It was the first time they had ever heard Danielle curse. "So what am I supposed to do? I can't just keep leading him on...how am I going to tell him?"

"Hell if I know. Look, that's all the help we can be. No matter what you do someone's gettin hurt, so may as well get it over with, you hearin me?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Just don't mess him up too bad. We'll make sure Johnny knows what's up. He's Will's best friend, and he'll have to pick up the pieces after this goes down."

"Okay. Listen guys, this whole thing is giving me a headache. Do you think you could give me a lift home?"

The twins nodded, and without a word they grabbed the cooler and headed to the car. They all left the park with heavy hearts. As they pulled up to Danielle's house, they looked upon her with sympathy. They knew it wasn't' going to be easy, and they also knew it wasn't going to be pretty afterwards. On their way home, alone with each other, they came to the same conclusion. They said aloud at the same time, "Damn, it's gonna be a loooooong season."