0 comments/ 7241 views/ 0 favorites Beginning of a Dream... By: Epmd607 "Oh, you have a home game, I thought it was away..." She seemed disappointed. "You don't have to come, you don't get that many nights off. I can pick you up after, or just call..." "No, I'll come. I don't like watching basketball. I like watching you." "What you like about me playing basketball and no one else?" "You're like a little military man down there. They go exactly where you want them too." "Little? I'm a foot taller than you." Actually, I was probably a little over a foot taller than her five foot two inches. "No, not military--you're more like a director and it's your movie...on the good nights anyway. Your hissy fits are fun too, on the not so good nights." She laughed at herself. "Well, you're no longer my good luck charm then." "I don't wanna be." "That kinda breaks my heart a little, Jordan." "Why? I'm not responsible for a ball going through a hoop; and I hope I mean more than chance and aribitrary circumstance to you." She shifted in the bath to see my eyes. "You've meant more to me than 'arbitary circumstance' since I first met you...whatever 'arbitrary circumstance' means." She remained with her necked craned, hands on the edge of the bathtub. "You're the one that's about to graduate college. What sorts of things have they been teaching you at that 'excellent' university?" Her tone was mildly sarcastic, she liked to tease me about being the type of student/athlete who took pottery and poetry classes. Both types of classes I actually did take, but that's not the point. She knew I took my school work seriously. She might of been jealous too, she never went to college, and had only recently taken a few nursing classes at the local community college. "I've learned that I can achieve my hopes and dreams if I work hard enough and that knowledge is power." She laughed hysterically at my amalgamation of the best Ad Council spots from the early Nineties. She settled her naked back against me in the now lukewarn bathwater. "The thing about watching you play now is you know I'm watching, and you know I don't like basketball. When I was fifteen I watched every one of your home games and you never even made eye contact with me." "There were a lot of people in the stands, plus you never mentioned that you went to any of them. It's not like we weren't friends and never spoke until the day I decided you were gonna be mine." She wiggled against me. I realized that I'd been continuously aroused for our entire bath conversation. "I didn't want you to think I was a desperate sophmore automatic hand job and maybe more." I laughed, she elbowed me then continued, "Actually, at the time I was desperate for you and would've given you a hand job and maybe more..." "I wish I knew that then, cuz I would've accepted the 'maybe more'." She pinched my forearm and covered her breasts. "You chased me that summer, so don't go re-writing history." I remember looking for her on the last day of my senior year, couldn't find her to say goodbye. She appeared out of nowhere at a graduation party weeks later--petite, adorable, all smiles asking me a million questions. I asked her for her phone number at that party, but she wouldn't give it to me, and I told her I wanted to hang out with her and she said yes but wouldn't agree to a day. Which actually made me think about her more and develop a more than insignificant infatuation for her. "God, I could write a book about wanting you...and getting you. I broke up with a sweet girl just for the idea of you." After no word of her for a few weeks I arranged to get invited to a friend of hers birthday party; she didn't show because she was out of town but got word of my program through said friend. She called me a few days later and said she'd go to the movies with me if I taught her how to drive. Which was fine with me, because it meant I'd get to see her all the time, which I did, and when she turned sixteen that August we were entirely together. "Oh, you mean the last vagina before mine?" "Yep, there've been no other vaginas since." "Ahh, don't talk about it. I don't want to think of all the other ones... I've only been with you." "I didn't bring it up. I'm just saying, yours is the best by far." I laughed until she elbowed me again. "Maybe that's not a good thing. Think of all the sluts and not-so-slutty girls you could've been with since." She was pushing me away, something we were both doing more of. She was as frightened of my impending graduation as I was. She continued, "You could be playing professionally, whether overseas or not, you'd be making a ton of money. They talk about which teams you might play for in the NBA on the radio." "You listen to sports talk radio?" "Quit it. I know you could of transferred to one of those colleges that get to the Final Four every year." "We got to the Tournament last year. -I didn't know you were such a talent scout." She got up and out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel and stared at me lounging in the room temperature water. "I don't want you to make decisions that you'll regret because of me, that's all." She looked genuinely sad, no more sarcastic quips. "You don't have to either, you know. This isn't a one-sided deal we've got going here." "I know, but it's different cuz your deal's a lot bigger than mine." I got out of the tub and began drying off, she just stood there. "You're my deal, there hasn't been anything bigger since I was eighteen." She smiled then turned serious again. I started to dress, she didn't move. "It just seems like we can't be as ideal for that much longer. You've been all mine since even before you got me all naked." She dropped her towel, her little breasts jutting out toward me, she wanted to make a point. "These aren't going to get any bigger. I'm probably as pretty as I'll ever be, and I'm not as sexy as half those dancers that come out during the quarters..." Her strawberry blonde hair wasn't wet, her body was dry for the most part and her puss was hidden by the tiniest pelt. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I hugged her naked to me and inhaled her soap and skin and hair. "J, you're sexier than any college girl in spandex doing splits on a gym floor. You're grown up and womanly and your boobs are perfect. Not to mention your other parts, and your working girl smart fashion sense." She kissed me, ran her tongue along my lips, I started to unbuckle my belt but she stopped me. "We can't now, I have to pick up Leah. Wanna come with me? Later tonight we should have some time for round three...and four." She smiled, I said I'd go with her to pick up her baby sister. I watched her get dressed and we left to pick Leah up. Leah was seven, she was like a sister to me seeing as I'd spent so much time with her since she was a baby. Her and Jordan's father wasn't around and her mother was clinically depressed for months at a time and it fell to Jordan to care for Leah. It wasn't like Jordan became her mother, as her mom was a good mom, it was just those periods of time where she was physically, emotionally etc. incapable of making sure Leah got what she needed. Leah was silly and seemed happy and spent alot of time at her best friend's house and at dance class. Jordan took her to school every morning and I pretty much picked her up every day from school and took her to her babysitter's house. Which was tricky when I was traveling and Jordan had to work six in the morning to six at night. But our program had worked fairly well for years and it wasn't a hassle helping take care of Leah. Leah ran out to the car when we pulled in the drive at about ten that Friday night. I opened the door on the passenger side and she jumped in and I transferred her to the middle seat of Jordan's pick-up. "Hi, JJ, hi Yo-yo." She pretty much always called me 'Yo-yo', one of Jordan's past nick names for me that stuck with her. Jordan's nickname was JJ because her middle name was Jennifer, but Leah also called her Dannie among other less obvious names. "Hey, Lee-lee La-la, how was Ashley's house?" She went on to tell her sister everything that occured in her life from when she got out of school to when we pulled in the driveway. "Yo-yo, are we going to your game now?" "No, we have a game tomorrow night, plus it's pretty late and you should be in bed." I introduced the subject of her bed time, because it was usually a lengthy process, many arguments to be made on both sides. Plus, the sooner she went to sleep the sooner I could re-enact the afternoon doubleheader I'd had with her sister. "Noooooo! I should be watching movies all night with popcorn and candy and ice cream." "Leah, I promise if you go to bed when we get home you can go to the game tomorrow night." She thought about her older sister's proposition for a minute. "Ok." It was rare that she went to a night game, so she relaxed until we got home. When I say 'home', I mean Jordan's mother's house. I lived in an apartment near campus which I hardly ever saw. My parents lived less than twenty miles away, so if I wasn't staying at Jordan's I was home getting fed by my mother. With a little more arguing, running and jumping on the bed we got Leah under her covers. "Goodnight, Leah, we'll watch cartoons tomorrow." "Goodnight, Yo-yo, I love you, I'ma marry you." "Leah, you sneaky little witch, you can't marry him he belongs to me." The little girl stuck her tongue out at her sister, then let her kiss her goodnight. We watched some TV to give Leah time to fall sound asleep. "She's brilliant, a mini you." She loved when I was sweet to her sister. "Her hair's lighter...plus I was shy when I was her age." She got up, turned the TV off then pulled me up off the couch. "After tomorrow I'm not going to see you for a few days. I wanna give you something to think about on your bus ride." I was up and after her into her room, undressed in seconds. She locked her door then began undressing down to her panties. "Sit on the bed." She ordered me down to the bed. She stood before me with her breasts inches from my face. "I think about your cock in my hand and mouth and pussy, no matter where I am or what I'm doing..." She pushed me on my back and straddled my thighs, put her hands on my chest, rubbed her panty clad puss against my hardening shaft. She continued, "You're beautiful, and you're all mine. I'd do anything you wanted, there's nothing dirty that you can think of that I wouldn't do for you." She leaned down and bit my chest, ran her hair down my body. "Would you sleep with me in an igloo?" She laughed and I moved her panties down her legs to press my cock to her moist lips. "An igloo? How kinky." I pulled her over me and kissed her mouth and neck. She dug her nipples into my chest and rubbed her puss over my shaft. I sucked on her tongue and tried to lick each of her teeth, she was pure heat, she shimmied out of her panties and placed the head of my cock to her entrance. I rubbed her clit and she shivered and lost her grip on my penis. I sat up with her in my lap and inserted myself into her with one smooth stroke. "Oooh, Jesus... Its always surprising, like you've never put it in before." She cooed in my ear when I pulled out and pushed her back down by her hips. She began lifting herself and falling back into my lap. Her puss was amazing, trying to squeeze me back out in a velvety wet dream. After only a couple minutes our breathing changed, became ragged, her breasts were mashed into me as we moved with each other. I sucked on her neck when she came. She made all of her different sounds, wiggled around in just the right way that I couldn't hold out any longer. I held her down on me and came as deep in her vagina as was physically possible. I lay back with her on top, she rubbed her cheek against mine and kissed my ear. "I didn't see it coming, it was the best..." She pulled my softening cock from her and tried to wrap her arms and legs around me, but the bed didn't allow her to get as far around as she wanted. I could feel her puss drooling our mixture on my thigh. "I saw on TV, that birth control only works 90% of the time. We are gonna have to get some condoms." We'd had this conversation about once every other week for the past four years. She would bring it up, sometimes I'd actually go as far as to buy the condoms. A few days later when we were naked, I'd get the condom and it wouldn't make it out of the wrapper before she'd throw it in the trash. "I know, it's pretty much a sure thing with just your birth control...and I accept that, every time you let me in." She had her hands in my hair, her full 104 pounds resting on me. "Sometimes I don't think about it, I should, cuz I'm the one that'll have to push her out, but I don't." "But when you do, how's it go?" She thought it over then put her nose to my nose and our eyes crossed cuz they were too close together. "Usually, I think 'I'd have his baby, no matter what, even if he disappeared, cuz it'd be the best baby.' But sometimes I think 'Oh, God, what if he puts a baby in me then disappears and all I get from him is a check once a month and baby doesn't have him like I have him now.'" She backed off enough that our eyes uncrossed and I could see her brilliant green iris. "I figure it'd be easier if you got pregnant, then I'd just go to work and we'd be married and I wouldn't have to make any decisions that required lawyers and agents and sports radio personalities." "What you gonna be, an accountant?" "I could be an accountant for Lockheed, start at about thirty thousand a year instead of 300,000." "How do you know I wouldn't think you're a bore as an accountant? And as soon as you aren't a future first round draft pick anymore I wouldn't just leave you for some fancy engineer?" I bit her lower lip. "Fancy engineer? Second round is more like it, maybe free agent...but that's not the point, and I don't really know what you'd prefer...I'm still trying to figure you out." "You've never mentioned getting married before. You ever think of me as your wife aside from making your babies?" She was smiling incredibly sensual, her pupils were wide. "For a real long time actually. I don't think I wanna tell you how long 'though." She kissed my cheeks. "I'll tell you how long I've thought of you as my future husband...since I was thirteen, almost fourteen, when I met you at my cousin's little league game and you let me shoot your basketballs." "Not since we first met then? I'm disappointed." "No, when we first met for real, which I don't think you remember, you were making fun of Kyle Ford because he was in the newspaper for some robotics project--and I thought you were a big dick." I rubbed her lower back, her skin was incredible, no imperfections. "You didn't know that Kyle was my friend since Cub Scouts and I probably went over his house to play video games that same weekend. Anyway, you know now, independent of my treatment of Kyle Ford, that I am in fact a big dick." She pulled my ear and laughed a little. "Quiet and listen you big dick. That day at the park you were playing with all these little kids, you were sixteen and were already on the front of the sports section every week, but you played with them like it was the funnest thing you could of been doing--and that's when I decided you were husband material." She kissed my mouth in a such a sweet way then, that I felt she might actually believe I had the only kissable mouth in existence. "Wanna take a shower with me, Sweet-tart?" "I guess I can't bathe myself anymore without your assistance. I don't think my breasts and pussy have ever been as clean." I laughed. "I'm making sure you don't get any urinary tract infections." She laughed hard and sat up. At work she washed a lot of old and sick people for that reason. "Yeah, you wash my breasts and coochie fine, but nothing else gets washed if it's left up to you." I got up and took her toward the hallway bathroom. "I promise I'll wash between your toes." "And behind my ears?" I nodded and turned the shower on while she looked at her body in the mirror. "You give me yucky bruises when we make love. I don't think we should do it anymore, I need to keep my skin nice for my future husband." I picked her up and took her with me in the shower, the water was a little cool so she squealed, then she covered her mouth and laughed because she remembered Leah was downstairs sleeping. "We have to be quiet, silly." "I'm always quiet, you're always making all the noise." I massaged her breasts and we made out. The water ran down both of us, it's was a nice warm stream. I kissed along the river that ran down from her neck and between her breasts over her flat belly until I was on my knees before her. She ran her hands over my short hair and nudged me toward her little lips. I licked her slit, right down the center, she shivered. I could taste her arousal even through the trickling water. "Oh boy, I don't know if I can keep quiet with you down there doing that." She held my head into her as I licked her clit and opened her with my tongue. "What we gonna tell Leah if she wakes up this time..." I flicked her clit and pushed my tongue inside her, she stood on her tiptoes then settled back down and rubbed herself in circles on my mouth. "Oooh, jeeze...you're very good at this. Um, I think I'll tell her I got peanut butter in my hair and I needed you to help me get it out, cuz you're used to showering with all those boys and all." I tongued her perineum and explored her all the way back up to her little bush. "Sounds believable to me." She pushed my head back into her, and when I sucked on her clit she came violently against me. Her thighs quivered against my cheeks as she tried to regain her balance. "Come up here and talk to me a little." I stood up and kissed her hard, she attacked my mouth and we exchanged the scent and taste of her arousal back and forth. I spun her away from me, held her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, sucked on her favorite places, rubbed the small of her back down to her crack. She pushed her ass out toward me, so I found her warm center with my prick and slipped in. She put her palms against the wall and pushed herself back into my groin. I held her hip and slipped in and out, with some emphasis on the in, she hissed each time I thrusted into her. Her head was down as I fucked her from behind, I let go of her hair and reached around her hip to play with her pussy. "Yes! Play with me and stay inside, so good..." I rubbed circles into her clit, she came, lifting her head and squeezing my prick to death as usual, causing me to thrust harder and deeper those last dozen times before holding her to me and cumming deep inside her. "Kiss me." She turned her head so I could suck on her tongue while still inside her, semen still oozing from my cock into her womb. After we regained our senses we took a genuine shower, shampooing her hair and soaping each other without too many more detours. She looked as sexy as a female could, all dried off and natural after a shower laying in bed with me. We didn't usually sleep naked, but she never put her panties back on so I didn't pick my boxers up off the ground. Sleeping naked felt funny, she felt smooth and real and smelt amazing. "Do you have class tomorrow, I forgot." She was maybe four inches from me, trying to see my eyes in the little light from the hall and outside lights. "Tomorrow's Saturday, maybe. I'm not sure though, I think I left part of my memory back in the shower." She giggled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I came so hard that second time, it almost hurt. The first one was almost as good... I'm gonna have to get even with you for that one." She pouted her lips at me. Beginning of a Dream... "Tell me you'll put me in your mouth if we win tomorrow night." She was running her hand over my chest and arms. "I'll let you cum in my mouth if you play a minute in the game tomorrow night... Actually, I'll do you as many times as you want tomorrow--if you just hold me a little tonight." That shouldn't be too hard, 'though I was now surprisingly hard after her dirty talk. "I don't think I've ever heard such a wonderful proposition from you, in what, almost four years we've been together?" She squeaked when she replied, "Almost four years?! We've been together for four years and four months. I'd tell you the number of days but then you'd think I was a silly girl. Still, I'm gonna have to re-think giving you more than one treat." "I'm sorry. I told you, you sexed away part of my memory in the shower. I know you turn twenty-one this year, and I love both your silly traits and girl traits." "Well it's ok, I don't want you to know how long we've been together. I read that most great relationships are only good for seven years." She liked her eight dollar magazines. "By the time you're twenty nine we'll have been together for fourteen years--double the seven, and I'll have had all your best teen years and twenties." "I'll have had all yours too! But you make me happy so you can have 'em." "You make me happy. Basketball used to make me happy, but now I only have fun playing if I know I get to see you after." She kissed me and found her spot nuzzled into me. "Don't go tomorrow until I wake up." *** In the morning Jordan was sound asleep, so I went into the kitchen for cereal. Leah was sitting at the island watching cartoons eating some chocolate cereal with her fingers. "What you watching?" She turned on her stool surprised, then smiled. "Smurfs, cuz the new cartoons aren't on yet." I opened the refrigerator and got the milk out. "You want milk in your cereal, maybe a spoon?" She pulled a spoon out from under a pile of magazines. "Yes, it's too heavy, JJ usually gets the smaller one." I poured the milk over her cereal and found the grown up cereal and got myself a bowl. I watched her eat her cereal for a while at the counter. She had the same mannerisms as her sister: her mouth wipe, how she held the spoon, even her yawn looked identical. "Yo-yo, can you dunk a basketball?" She was sick of the show and had a chocolate pool of milk in her bowl. "I can, but I've never done it in a game cuz I'm still sorta short." "Ok." She drank her milk. "You think it's gonna snow today?" She looked up. "No! I'm gonna go to grandma's with JJ, then I'm gonna go to your game." "I don't mean a blizzard, I mean just a little bit." She shook her head. "I want it to be sunny and warm like the summer." We put our bowls in the sink then she asked me a series of questions. "Is JJ still asleep? Mama is tired too, she didn't go to the shop yet. Are you gonna marry JJ? Mama said you are gonna play on TV in the NBA." "Yeah, she's still sleeping. What you think about me marrying your sister?" She made her thinking about things face and responded, "I like it, then you'll be my brother. But I don't want you to move away...will JJ have to move too?" Oh boy, I hadn't even had this conversation with Jordan and now I have to give an answer to her baby sister, and I definitely didn't wanna make her cry. "I'd love having you for a sister. You know my sisters, they only like hanging out with me if I take them places." "Jill and Tina are pretty. I like their hair and make-up. Will they be my sisters too?" Maybe I won't have to answer about moving away if I can talk about my sisters' clothes. "I'm actually not sure if they'd be your sisters or not, but they always like hanging out with you. Remember when they took you to the pumpkin farm?" She smiled big. "Yessss! We talked to the boys that drove the hay ride and the ones in the store and the boy who took the tickets for the maze." Sounds about right. I made a mental note to talk to my sisters about hitting on guys with a seven-year-old in tow. "Wanna go in the living room and watch Sponge Bob or something?" She nodded then turned the kitchen TV off. We sat on the couch and watched some Sponge Bob, one of the few relatively new cartoons that I could actually sit through. "Are you and JJ gonna move away?" I was startled out of my TV trance by her question. It took a minute to think of something to say. "Leah, I don't think your sister will move very far from you, at most to maybe a house somewhere else in town." She still didn't like the answer, even though I thought it would be reassuring. "Yo-yo, you should move your stuff into our house. I'll help." "Maybe we can do that. Would you move to a new house with me and JJ?" She nodded. I didn't want to say a new city, because I'd get in trouble with Jordan and her mom if I even hinted at that. I figured there was still the slightest chance that I could get everything I wanted--playing professionally with Jordan as my wife, probably taking Leah with us because there wasn't a scenario I could imagine where Jordan didn't live in at least the same town as her little sister. It even bummed me out, the thought of Leah alone with her mom every day, she'd be a different girl when we came back. We watched the rest of the episode before Jordan came in with a glass of orange juice. She smiled at me and Leah on the couch. "Lee, drink this." "I'm not thirsty." They argued a little until she agree to drink half of it. Jordan drank the rest and asked me when I had to leave. I told her two o'clock. "JJ, we go to Gramma's at three." "For afternoon tea?" Leah laughed at her sister. I didn't get the joke. Jordan sat in between us and pulled Leah on her lap and cradled her like a baby. "Leah's just a baby, a baby, a baby... Look at my itty baby, she can't even talk or walk yet, we should tickle her a little." Leah screeched and laughed and tried to get away as Jordan tickled her. "I'm not a baby. I'm in first grade and I can read and write cursive." Jordan stopped tickling her. "You little liar, you can't write cursive." Leah escaped to the chair across the room. "I can write my name in cursive." She pretended to write her name in the air. We sat in the living room and talked and laughed until I had to leave. She sent Leah to get dressed and walked with me to the door. She looked at me funny, I thought she might have overheard the conversation I had with Leah earlier and was going to grill me on it. "Hey, Princess, you look pretty this morning, can I see you tonight--possibly sitting in section 4 row J?" She smiled. "As long as I don't have to sit with the students. -I hope to see you after too, once you've showered and changed anyway. Maybe you'll take me and Leah to a fancy dinner, one with ice cream and crayons and menus where you point out the food you want." I laughed. "I can't even tell when you're kidding anymore, you should write for TV. Anyway, we'll go to dinner after and I won't have to get dessert because you're so sweet to me." She laughed totally unguarded and kissed me goodbye. "Cherry?" "Yes. I put some gloss on, just to kiss you goodbye." When I was pulling from her driveway I could see her and Leah in the main window jumping around and waving goodbye. *** Jordan and Leah arrived during warm-ups, Leah waved like crazy at me every time I turned toward the bench. It was our last home game before the conference tournament, which we were seeded number one in regardless of how things went. The game didn't matter but the field house was full. In the locker room the assistant coach had mentioned that if I scored fifteen points I'd lead the conference in scoring. I'd been in second for most of the season behind this center from Maine, and it was kind of a surprise that I'd snuck up on him. It wasn't that stat that I was really interested in because our conference was small. I'd been leading the nation in assists for months and all I needed was eight to lock in a full point lead on the guard from Connecticut. I prided myself on not only leading the Division I schools, but even the Division II's on down to the community college level. The reason pro scouts looked at me wasn't because of this stat though, it was how I seemed to will my teamates into the right places to make the right play. Which I couldn't really take credit for, seeing how they worked as hard as I did on situations in practice. The game started and we were trading baskets. Pretty normal, I actually felt kinda sluggish and didn't take any shots for the first five minutes. Having your name yelled at you constantly for a couple hours can get pretty irritating. Seeing as we were at home it was supposed to be positive, but it was incredibly irritating and only a little less so than the calls for my injury and shots at my sexuality during our away games. Usually when I'm not feeling like I can play par I lean on my other guard, Rich, but tonight he wasn't hitting so we had to go heavy inside with KP, luckily he was on. We had a little run and the other team called a time out, Jordan stuck her tongue out at me when I went to the bench, coach had me sit and I peeked back the fifteen or so rows to where they were sitting. Leah shouted something, but I could make it out, Jordan smiled but when the team manager(gorgeous sports medicine undergrad) handed me a towel she squinted, stuck her thumb down at me and booed. The game went pretty fast, we lead by ten for most of the second quarter and with five minutes left I had ten points. I didn't think I'd hit fifteen so I passed instead. The strange thing about passing and forgetting about trying to score...you end up in even better scoring situations. I hit a short jumper with a few minutes left and got two open lanes for two easy lay ups in the last minute, giving me my fifteen plus one. I'd gotten my eight assists in the first half, ended up with fourteen. All in all, the game was good, the crowd went crazy for the last few minutes, it just felt good in the locker room after. Coach talked to us for way too long after we showered, the same talk about what we had to do to get to New Hampshire. 'Boys, you'll come here at five, we'll meet in the lobby outside my office. We'll make sure we have what we need, our bags with what we'll need for three days, three nights and three days. We'll get on the bus, we'll watch a little game film, we'll talk a little, you'll take naps--everyone will sleep...' And he'd go on and on about which states we'll travel through, how we'll get off the bus when we got to the college, what we'll do in the visitor's locker room, it never ended. A few of us managed to escape when he was called into the back office for a phone call, me and Rich just told the assistant coach we had to talk to the doc and pretty much ran out to the parking lot past the alumni room and concessions and such. Surprisingly, we weren't spotted by any of the journalists that were milling around down there. We were recognized in the main parking area though, frat douches yelling, drunk kids, cool sober kids, families, alumni pricks talked as we walked to Rich's car. We tried to be gracious, but I mean, Rich was signing this girl's program and scratching his nuts at the same time. I told some sorority girls that I recognized from a geography class that I'd go to their party, and we finally managed to get to Rich's car without stopping for any cellphone pictures. He drove me to the parking lot outside one of the science buildings and I spotted Jordan and Leah in her pick-up, as was our usual meeting spot. I told him I'd see him and he drove off, probably to attend that sorority party. I snuck up on the car and jumped at the passenger side window, Leah scrunched into Jordan and screamed. Jordan didn't look as fazed and smiled sweetly. I got in. "Hello, ladies, don't you both look nice tonight." Jordan had this tiny black scarf around her neck and her hair pulled back with these big gold hoop earrings on her small ears. "Thanks, Yo-yo. Congratulations, you won!" Leah kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Leah. You like the game?" She nodded. "Leah, how many baskets did he score?" She thought about it. "One hundred!" "Leah, how many times did we count him and Richie touch their privates?" Oh, boy. "Nineteen!" "See we payed close attention, so don't you say we don't love the game." "Yeah, Yo-yo, we loved it!" Figures, she keeps track of something like adjusting are jocks instead of baskets. "Don't worry, Baby, the privates touching was skewed heavily towards Rich." "I thought so... So with that said, where you young women wanna go for dinner?" Leah shouted a dozen kids places which were all shot down, we made her think the diner/restaurant across town was her idea 'though. Usually if I went out anywhere after a game I'd be recognized, but the place we went to usually had older people so it would be pretty intimate for the three of us. We sat at a booth in an adjacent room to the bar, the waitress recognized us just because we ate there enough. "Leah, what you want for dinner?" She colored on the back of the placemat with crayons the waitress left. "Grilled cheese and french fries and a pickle." "You want spaghetti or a salad or anything besides grilled cheese?" She shook her head. Jordan usually tried to get her to eat anything besides grilled cheese when we went out. She looked at me. "You always get the same thing too. You two are boring eaters." This coming from someone who took at least twenty minutes to decide what she wanted to order. "Leah, are we boring?" "No, we're exciting." She went back to coloring. Jordan laughed a little. "Let me order for you." I thought about it, but I figured she'd order something I'd hate and something she'd never eat either. I figured I could trick her. "Ok, then I get to order for you." She thought about it then agreed and when the waitress came to take our order Leah ordered her grilled cheese, Jordan ordered me some weird Greek food I never heard of, and I ordered the same thing I would've ordered. "That's not fair, you were suppose to order for me." "I did, and if you don't like it you can eat what you ordered for me." She pinched my thigh under the table. "Leah, what did you two do today?" "Watched puppies and babies on Gramma's computer and ate cookies. JJ smoked a cigarette." She'd taken up the habit of smoking on occasion during work breaks, she said because everyone else was and that was the only reason to go outside. She'd get super embarrassed if I smelt it on her or found a pack in her pocket. Jordan slid down in the booth next to her sister. "Leah, you gotta learn which beans not to spill, especially the ones about your favorite sister of all-time smoking." Leah shrugged. "You're a fantastic role model, Sweetheart." "They weren't mine. I smoked one cigarette with Uncle Danny. I'm a good girl, you couldn't smell it on me could you?" I shook my head, she rubbed my leg with hers. "JJ, smoking is bad." She was serious. "Thanks, Leah." When the food came she didn't want me to have the pleasure of outwitting her so she ate my dinner and I ate her Greek food. I didn't like it and she didn't like what I wanted to eat. Leah ate her grilled cheese and french fries happily. When Jordan took Leah to the bathroom another waitress came over to the table to ask for an autograph. Signing my name on a piece of paper was embarrassing enough, I was glad Jordan wasn't around to witness it. "Hi, I think we were in the same econ seminar last semester, my name's Julia. Sorry to bother you but my dad's a huge State fan, could you sign this for him?" She had an older school newspaper with me and Rich on the front in uniform holding baby ducks in the biology department. It wasn't my idea. "Yeah, no problem, what's his name?" "Dave." I liked signing the cheesiest things I could think of. Like when the person actually read what I wrote I wanted them to stop and consider whether I might actually be retarded. For the message, I thought up: 'Cheerio Dave, thanks for cheering us on. -Much love' She told me her brother played for one of the local high schools and some other 'What's your major?' type things as Jordan and Leah returned. I saw Jordan before the waitress did. She was not pleased. She marched up to her, leaving Leah in her wake. "Oh, hi, my name's Jordan--who are you?" She said it in such an amazing way, it was that pleasant tone that the person it's directed to immediately recognizes as an invitation to fight. The waitress looked like a deer caught in headlights, she apologized for coming over and thanked me for the autograph. Jordan smiled mischieviously as the waitress walked away and sat back down on my side of the booth. Leah finally caught up. "Yo-yo, who was that?" "A waitress, she wanted to know if you wanted dessert." "Yes, I do!" Jordan intervened. "Leah, we'll have ice cream at home and watch Jem." She didn't want to stick around. "Ok." That was their show, this cartoon from the 80's about this all-girl rock band. "JJ, Yo-yo is Rio with the purple hair." Jem's boyfriend. We got up to go, Jordan put her arm around mine and stared down the waitress on our way out. I felt bad about it. I looked at her when we got out to the parking lot. "I don't care what she wanted, she works there and it's rude." I didn't bother making an excuse for someone I honestly never met before. I put Leah in the pick-up. Jordan grinned at her. "Oh boy, we forgot to bring your car seat Lee-lah. Now Yo-yo's gonna have to hold you all the way home." Leah looked at her older sister, first baffled, then angry. "No, JJ! I don't use a car seat, I'm in the first grade and I don't take naps either." I picked her up and pretended to act as her car seat. She wiggled away and I tickled her. "Fine, just this time we'll let you sit by yourself in the middle." She stuck her lower lip out at her big sister. The rest of the ride home was silly. We watched their show, ate ice cream and rolled Leah up in a blanket a bunch of times. It was pretty tame compared to what our friends were probably up to. Leah was put to bed, and she was actually tired so we only had to run her down and carry her back to her room a couple times. We went back to the living room and Jordan took off her jeans and sat facing me with her legs over my lap. "I didn't forget how smooth and sexy your legs are." "I shaved them before we went to your game. I just wanted you to see 'em in the light." "Thanks for coming to my game, I know I play better when you're around." "I play better when you're around too." She moved into my lap, faced me for a quick kiss then lounged back. "I shaved more than my legs this afternoon." "That's the most erotic thing I've ever heard." She giggled. "I'll show you a little later." She was teasing me. She put her hair in a pony tail, wiggled in my lap and then picked at something she saw in my nose. "So, Baby, I've been meaning to ask you...what was it that you told Leah this morning exactly, about moving away?" My face must of flushed, I was nervous. "She said your mom told her I was going to move away and play basketball on TV, among other things--if I was gonna take you with me." She didn't react. "I wasn't really specific, I just told her I might move somewhere in town and asked her if she'd want to move too. I haven't really asked you if you'd want to move with me, but I'm not so sure what I'd be asking yet, you know? I want to be where you are a year from now, and five years from now. I'm sure about that." She didn't seem defensive, she just looked sad and conflicted about what I was saying. "You're wearing cologne, I just noticed." A little off subject. I never wore it because I was allergic to just about every cologne or perfume I ever inhaled. She never wore perfume because of it. Beginning of a Dream... "Yeah, Rich was wearing a ton of it and I wasn't sneezing, so I tried some of his." She smelled my neck. "I like it, it's barely noticeable. I've been using a new shampoo, you like how it smells?" She put a lock of her hair under my nose. I wiggled my nose and nodded. "Should I grow a mustache?" She studied the pretend mustache she had made. "No. It'd look cute, but then it wouldn't be fun to kiss." She stroked my cheeks and studied my face. "You know, I think about you and me every day--and I'm sure I'd follow you anywhere you wanted to bounce basketballs. But then I think about Lee-laa, and it's not just that, my mom needs me too. So then I think about you going on the road for months at a time and it breaks my heart. I know if you get what you want we have to break up, and if I get what I want you might think I'm horrible in a few years..." I interjected, "I try not to keep big secrets from you, but... I got accepted to the MBA program in the business school." She looked super surprised. I had about a dozen recommendations from multiple department heads, one of the perks of winning alot of games. I think I was qualified with my grades anyway. I'd mentioned it to her a year before, but I never said I'd actually apply. "Really?! Congratulations!" She hugged me, she seemed pretty happy about my revelation. "I didn't get the letter in the mail yet, Prof. Hendry told me after class yesterday." "That's great, I wish you told me." She looked like she was thinking hard about it. "I wanted to make sure I got in. I wanted to make sure it was a real alternative to the other more fictional alternative of getting drafted." "I understand." She was still processing the information. "You're going to get offers from teams even if you don't get drafted, that's what your daddy said at dinner last Sunday." My dad didn't know anything about basketball, he was an engineer. "We can talk about that if it happens, right? But right now I'd rather lean towards going to grad school and living with you." "Yes, sir. I have money in the bank, we could put a down payment on a little house probably as soon as the fall." It was clear, that if I wanted her I'd have to give up playing basketball. She was happy at the moment, so I wanted to run with it. "It's Valentine's on Tuesday, you wanna be my valentine this year?" She nodded. "I think I get out at six that night, you gonna be home in time? I wanna go to the movies, you haven't taken me in forever." "What if I don't get back 'til midnight and no movies are playing, will you hate me?" She got up and ran into her room then came back with a box. "I got your present, open it." "It's not Valentine's yet, I can't." She showed me her legs again. "I've got Valentine's legs tonight, therefore you may open your present." It was wrapped in pink heart paper. I opened the box, she'd gotten me these throwback sneakers that I had showed her before Christmas. "Good girl. You got me a perfect present. But you can't have yours 'til Tuesday." "Take me to bed and you can give me a special present." I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her to her room. "Hey, I thought you were gonna give me a special present tonight?" She spanked my ass as she hung in my arms over her bed. "We have seven hours to give each other special presents, over and over and over..." She laughed as I threw her on the bed in just her panties and sweater. "You're more sassy than normal tonight." "You wish I was more sassy. ...Oh, I forgot, Lindsay and Dan want us to go to trivia Thursday, they need our expertise." High school friends who happened to go to an Ivy League school a few hours away. "Our expertise? They're geniuses." "Yeah, they need us for the idiot categories--sports and pop-culture." She rolled back and forth on the bed, I was just watching. "Plus, we can go out up there and you'll only get recognized a couple times." I guess we'd become pretty xenophobic, especially after last season... "Of course I'll go. I'll take you anywhere, even to the library." She sat up and pulled my pants down. "Noooo! Not the library. I don't like reading." She was dyslexic, the main reason she didn't go to college. "Someone's gotta read you your nursing textbooks." She yanked at my shirt. "I'm trying to get naked with you and you're talking about reading to me?" I was naked, she was still wearing her sweater. "I'm the only one that's naked." She was burning a hole through me, checking me out with her sparkly eyes, her mouth open a little. I lay down on the bed next to her, tickling her thigh. "Lindsay doesn't shave her yah-yah, she has a big bushy bush." "I guess Danny likes it." Lindsay also happened to be the first girl I slept with. I was hoping Jordan forgot that little bit about her friend. Dan had never seemed to mind. "Did you like it when you were with her? Her furry cooch and big boo-bahs." She wanted to give me a hard time, she seemed more playful than inquisitive tonight at least. "That was forever ago, I don't remember much of her boo-bahs." "How many times did you have sex with her?" Jesus. "Half a dozen times. We were terrible as boyfriend and girlfriend." "Why, she too smart for you?" "No, I was interested in another girl, so we broke up." Her eyes widened. "You dated Michelle for over a year. I bet you told her how you'd never love any other girl." She smiled to herself, she meant it as a victory. "I even went to church with her a few times." I smirked. "I bet she thought she was going to marry you and make your half-asian babies." "She was adopted." "I know. I know everything about her, she was my competition." I was a little surprised by that statement. "You thought we were gonna get back together?" She nodded. "But she was my competition even before that, ever since she started dating you. I wanted the worst stuff to happen to her so you'd take me to a semi-formal or something." "The things I learn half a dozen years later..." "I've got so many secrets, they're all pretty much that bad too." I laughed. "She was an asian girl fantasy to me. I wasn't in love with her, just with the fantasy." "I bet you dated her forever before she let you have her." I nodded. "Not like me. I was rubbing up against you the first week we went driving." "That's cuz we are physiologically meant to be together." "You like smelling under my arms. I like licking your stomach." She usually wasn't this graphic. "Is that what you think about late at night?" She looked away. "I think about holding hands and planting flowers in your garden." She wasn't as sure of herself now that we weren't talking about other girls. I turned her head back toward me. "I want you to show me how you play with yourself, JJ." She blushed, it took me a couple years to get her to admit that she masturbated, she was always interested in how I got myself off though. She put her hands over her panties. "Why? It's so much funner if you play with me... I wanna watch one of your pornos with you and see how you play with yourself." "You do? We'll have to sneak into my parents house next Sunday when they're at church and watch a couple." She rubbed herself over her panties and smiled. "You don't have any at your apartment?" "No, I have the internet. I only have a couple at my parents' house, and one of those is all-girl, so you might not wanna watch that one." "I'll watch any one you watch. What are the others like?" She held my hand to her sweater over her breast. "One's pretty basic porno sex, two girls and one guy; the other is two guys and one girl. They're both typical; oral sex, different positions, some anal sex." "What's typical porno sex? I've only seen a few minutes on the computer." She slipped her free hand into her panties and started to rub her lips. "They don't really have sex, they just do a routine to show the camera what everything looks like up close, usually pretty rough. You probably won't like the anal sex scenes." "Why not? I'm sure some girls can do it and like it. We can't, I'm too small and you're too big." She continued playing with herself under her panties. I was rock hard talking to her, watching her masturbate. "I'm too big? I never thought I'd hear a girl say that." She smiled. "Well, I haven't exactly seen another real grown-up penis besides yours. Plus we're talking about putting it in my butt, not my coochie." She laughed. "Oh? So I'm a little small for your puss then?" I massaged her thigh with my free hand, the other over her breast had made its way under her sweater to find her pointy nipple. "God, no. I was sore this morning after what we did last night. I told you, I think about your penis all the time, it's perfect. Besides for the abnormal length of your arms, you're the sexiest." She put her hand around my erection and stroked a little as she rubbed herself with a little more enthusiasm. "Well, I don't even have one thing I can think of that's wrong with you, so you're the sexiest." She was sweating lightly, she seemed pretty close to orgasm. I moved my hand over hers in her panties as she rubbed herself harder, her whole body flushed and she mewled and wiggled around on the bed. She removed her hand and curled up on her side, still holding my cock. "Hey, I forgot to tell you about the dream I had last night." She was in her post-orgasmic bliss, she probably wasn't listening, but I continued anyway. "I was working in a grocery and you came by with your friends, and I hadn't seen you in a while. You said my name and dragged me to a table in the deli. The dream version of you had some of my favorite qualities, like your silliness and sarcasm, some others, but it was like they were magnified so that's all that you were. It felt like you were trying to humiliate me, like you had something against me that I couldn't figure out and you kinda made fun of me to your friends while I sat with you so happy to see you." She looked at me and let go of my penis, I guess she had been listening. She crawled up the bed so we were eye to eye and said she was sorry for being mean. A tear slipped from her eye to the bed. "Oh, no, it wasn't really you--you don't have to apologize for my dream." She kissed me soft. "I wouldn't care where you worked or how much money you made--even in a dream. I wouldn't embarrass you, not on purpose. I love you...like Leah loves puppies and ice cream and coloring." She held my cock again, stroking it gently. "Take off everything except your scarf." She pulled her sweater off, fixed her hair then removed her panties agonizingly slow. She really did shave everywhere, though she'd kept a little tuft above her slit. Her lips were tiny and just had that perfect symmetry that really reminded me of a peach. "You like my scarf?" It was tied in the back, it was more like a cloth ribbon. "Yeah, it's really sexy." She pushed her body to mine so we were skin to skin from lips to toes. "Wanna hear a secret?" "Yes." "Every morning when I brush my teeth, I look in the mirror and say 'He's all mine.' Then I laugh and shiver all over." "I'm gonna have to spy on you now when you brush your teeth to make sure." "I'll stop doing it and make up a new ritual." She put her finger in my mouth and felt my front teeth. "How come your teeth are whiter and straighter than mine?" "I wore braces in middle school and I don't smoke..." "I promise I won't smoke more than a cigarette or two until the weather is warm again... I should get my teeth whitened." She put the finger from my mouth into her mouth and sucked on it. "Don't get your teeth whitened, they're plenty white and there's nothing wrong with them." We kissed more, she stroked me slow and I fondled her breasts. "So whatcha wanna do with me?" "I don't know, so many options..." "I wish you'd start making some decisions instead of always just waiting for more options." She was pushing. "That stings a little, Jordan." "It's supposed to. That's how I know you really love me." I didn't say anything for a while, she didn't either. We just stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking. "Even if we're not together a year from now, a decade from now--you'll always be my girl." A tear rolled down her cheek, it killed me, the most honest we could ever be. "Nothing ever turns out how we want it to." "We don't have to be together forever--you've been a part of all the best moments of my life. I'll always think about being right here looking at you, my heart beating out of my chest over you." She hid her face against my shoulder, her hair spread over us. I could only tell she was crying because her tears were streaming on my skin. The mood had changed, we talked a little more over the next hour then fell asleep. *** I called her from the parking lot when we got back. It was ten something at night, Valentine's Day. We had a great couple games on our road trip. She arrived a few minutes later in her truck. She got out to greet me. It was freezing. Her hair was different. "Hey, you." She ran up to me and jumped, I caught her and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I missed you." She was wearing more eye make-up than usual, dark mascara, and her hair was a little lighter--it hung down to her eyes in the front, it was only a few inches shorter in the back. "Happy Valentine's, let's go, it's so cold." When we got in her truck she started the engine and looked at me. I moved toward her and kissed her mouth, neck, cheeks, hair, ear... "I like your new haircut, it's so sexy." "My hands were trembling driving over here. I was afraid you'd frown or something when you first saw it. It isn't too short?" "No, it's great. I'm nervous now, I haven't gotten any hotter the last couple days." She bit my neck. "I think you have. You're sexier than you were last night in my fantasy." "Oh, really? You dream me up?" She shook her head. "I was wide awake. It lasted for hours..." Her cheeks turned pinker. I finally realized what she was talking about. "I see. You still want me to take you to a Valentine's movie?" I was hoping we could go home and talk about what she did the night before. "Not if you wanna go home, you're probably tired?" She wasn't convincing. "I wanna go out with you tonight. I wanna be seen with you in all your sexy new haircut glow." She smiled big and nodded. We left the parking lot and headed toward the theatre complex a few miles down the road. There were alot of people for the late shows. I couldn't avoid talking to a bunch of the kids from the college who wanted to know how we'd do in our first game of the conference tournament. It was going to be held at our school so it was probably going to get crazy if we did what we were supposed to do in it. Jordan seemed fine with the lobby madness cuz we were left alone in the movie for two hours. I think I might of fallen asleep for twenty minutes in there, cuz during the credits I realized her coat was draped over me. "Did I fall asleep? I'm Sorry." She nodded. "It was a good movie 'though, so you're off the hook." We got up and I put her coat on for her. "Thank you, sir, you take good care of me." "That's cuz you're my girl." We were back on the road towards home, I didn't say anything cuz it looked like she was thinking of something. Finally she spoke. "It's a waste of money...your apartment. You should just move in with us, you pretty much sleep in my bed every night anyway." She looked worried after she said it. She'd probably thought hard about the conversation we had had the last night we were together. I didn't want to answer immediately, so I changed the subject. "I forgot, I still gotta give you your present. It's at your house." "It is?! How'd you hide it from me?" "Guess who I got to hide it? In case I didn't make it back in time." She thought about it. "No way, that little blabbermouth couldn't keep a real secret if it meant she'd get a puppy." "I guess she did. I'm surprised too." I guess I had to answer her other question, I gave it another minute of thought. "I wanna live with you, but you gotta promise we won't ever live apart again." "Don't make me promise that. Why do I have to promise that? What if something happens and we find a way to still be together but have to live apart for a little while?" I guess she was budging on whether she could be with me if I went to another city. "If I see you every day from now on we can't go back." She was tearing up, her mascara was in danger. We were parked in her driveway. She was scared. "Hey, let's go inside and try to find where Leah hid your present." She didn't cry. "Ok." We went inside, took off our coats and shoes and tiptoed to Leah's bedroom. I held her hand. Leah was sound asleep in her little pink twin bed. I waited until my eyes were adjusted to the light. I didn't know where she might hide her sister's present. Jordan let me tip-toe around the room and peek in different places. She was trying not to laugh at my terrible sleuthing. "I have no clue where..." I watched her walk confidently to her sister's bed, tickle her side so she'd turn over, then reach under her smurfs pillow and pull out the rectangular present. I took the secret package from her and lead her to her bedroom. "Do I get to open it?" She sat on her bed with legs crossed, I sat facing her and gave the present back. She smiled as she removed the paper and discovered the box of animal crackers I used to conceal the shape of her gift. She shook the box and figured out there was another box inside. "You're tricky." She opened the animal cracker box and pulled out a smaller black box. She looked at me, opened the box and found a ring inside. "It's so pretty." Her eyes were wide. I took it out, showed her. She extended her fingers. "You wanna be my wife forever?" It was so strange, her eyes still had that scared look from the truck, yet they were also dreamy at the same time, like we were doing something routine and also spectacular. "Oh, yes, I certainly do." I put it on her finger and she examined it up close. She was breathing funny, like a little kid who's just run around and isn't self-conscious about anything. "I think this beats the sneakers I got you." She kept looking at her ring. "Look at me, please." She looked up and stuck her tongue between her teeth, smiling as much as a person could. "Sorry. I like you too." She leaned forward and kissed me for a few minutes. "You still want me to move in?" She jumped on me. "Yes. I'm gonna tie you to my bed so you can never leave again." She had her scarves hanging from her nightstand drawer, she pulled two out and tied my wrists to her bed. "You didn't tie these very good, plus it's pretty shoddy using cloth to restrain someone." She bit my bicep harder than her normal playful bites. "Maybe you're not my prisoner, maybe I'm just your interrogator and I want you to think you can escape...even better, I wan't to develop a trust with you, maybe I want you to think that I wanna help you." She took her top off, lacey black bra with a white ribbon on the front clasp. "You lost me at 'interrogator'." "You're an American spy, I'm a Soviet interrogator." "I was watching Ducktales when the Soviet Union fell." "Ok, I don't think you understand the sexy game I wanna play." I think at this point we'd both forgotten that we'd just gotten engaged. "Ronald Reagan will send the marines for me, you commie witch." She smiled and unclasped her bra, her pert perfect breasts fell out over my chin. "You'll tell me everything before anyone even knows you're gone." She wiggled her little titties over my face. "I told you, they're already coming for me." She rubbed her breasts down my front to my belt buckle.