Becca’s foot tapped impatiently as she waited near the gym entrance. No sign of her brother, or any of the rest of the team, for that matter. It was annoying enough to have to ferry Victor and his friend Luke around to and from basketball practice during her winter break, but when they disappeared to snog the high school girls, it was that much worse.
Another five minutes passed. Becca fiddled with her boxy phone and sighed. She had given them the fifteen minute warning thirty minutes ago, with no text in response. Drastic measures would have to be taken.
She strode across the court, her street shoes squeaking. At the other end, the door to the locker room hallway was propped open with a brick. She peered in, but there was no gender designation here, so she slipped inside. "Victor? Luke?“ she called softly as she crept down the hall, her fingertips brushing the rough bricks.
A shadow loomed in a dimly-lit doorway ahead, and she started. "Hey, someone there?” She tried to keep her voice from wavering, but it was impossible, as spooky as the drippy pipes and abandoned yet echoing passages were.
The shadow shrank and then a tall, lanky man-boy peered around the corner, half-hiding his face and wry grin. "Hey, Becca.“
"Oh. Luke.” Becca put her hand to her heart. "Thank god it’s you. Fucking creepy place.“
"Come on in,” Luke said, gesturing her into the doorway and vanishing.
She hesitated. "Isn’t that the boys’ – “
"It’s just me,” Luke called back, still out of sight, his voice betraying broad sweeps of movement. "Victor’s off with Fenny.“ Becca rolled her eyes; her brother had a string of awkward, messy high school girls, and Fenny was the latest whack job. With a last glance over her shoulder – because convention was convention, after all – she entered the boys’ locker room.
Luke was buck naked, still dripping from his shower, his impressive cock hinting upward and a confident grin pointed at Becca. She blushed furiously and covered her eyes with her hand, leaving enough space between the fingers to stare. "Luke! What the hell?”
She was four years his senior and still had to admit that, standing posed like that, he cut a more impressive figure than any of her peers. He kept smirking. "Isn’t this why you came back here?“
"I – no! No, of course not, I’m seriously just trying to leave.” With each word, the gaps between her fingers widened until finally she just dropped her hand. "Homework. Due. Sometime.“
He seemed to swirl something around in his mouth, finally deeming it worthy of voicing: "It’s not gonna suck itself.”
“Honestly!” Becca almost shrieked, but then she caught herself. Not that she could ever admit it, but – she had harbored a secret crush on Luke since they’d met, when he was a precocious but soft-spoken thirteen-year-old as tall as she was at seventeen. Her throat bobbed. "Are you sure,“ she said in a tiny voice, "that Victor isn’t here?”
“Positive.” He rested his hands on his bare ass. "Pretty please? I’ve always seen you staring.“
Again, she swallowed hard, her gaze drifting down to his slowly awakening manhood, and then she made up her mind. Summoning all the huffiness she could, she plopped down on her knees on the rubber mat and cupped him in both hands.
"This is for that three-pointer,” she said, and took him between her lips. He gasped and jerked, but she held him still. "And this,“ she said, pulling away and grinning up at him, "is for being a cheeky little bastard.” She nibbled down the length of him and he hardened so quickly she was afraid he would come before she’d had enough time to make it worth his while.
“Control thyself,” she chuckled, and went back to work.