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A few days after the big win, we had another late training session—just me, Alex, and Marcus again. The gym was quiet, just the sound of the ball bouncing and our shoes squeaking.
Marcus had us both doing warmups together. He made us run light laps around the court, then paired us for passing drills. He stood in the middle, barking instructions like always. “Chest pass, Em—crisp! Alex, move your feet, don’t reach!” We listened right away, passing back and forth fast while he nodded approval.
After a while we stopped to catch our breath, all sweaty. I wiped my forehead with my shirt and looked over at Marcus.
“Hey, are the girls’ showers working again yet?”
He grinned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah, maintenance finally fixed them this morning.” Then he looked me up and down slow, that teasing smirk on his face. “Though the way you look all sweaty and flushed right now… might make it necessary for you to join us boys again anyway.”
I giggled, cheeks getting warm because it sounded like a compliment. “Marcus! Stop it.” Alex stopped dribbling the ball he was holding and cleared his throat kind of awkward. “Uh… coach, maybe we should just shower separately this time? Like, Em can use the girls’ side since it’s fixed.”
His voice wasn’t mad or anything—it was more like he was asking, waiting to see what Marcus would say.
Marcus turned to him, eyebrow raised, totally calm. “What’s the matter, Alex? Something wrong with saving water and time? We’ve done it before, everybody was fine.”
Alex shifted his weight, looking at the floor. “No, it’s just… I mean, now that the girls’ one works…”
Marcus laughed soft, stepping closer and clapping Alex on the back. “Come on, man. We’re all friends here, right? Team bonding, quick showers, no big deal. You worried I’m gonna steal your girl or something?” He said it joking, but with that coach tone underneath that made it hard to argue.
Alex’s face went red. “No, coach, I didn’t mean—”
“Relax,” Marcus cut in, still smiling. “It’s practical. Em doesn’t mind, do you, Em?” I shook my head quick. “No, I don’t mind at all. It’s faster, and we’re all on the same team anyway.”
Marcus looked back at Alex, spreading his hands like it was obvious. “See? She’s good. You’re good. I’m good. No problem.” He gave Alex another pat on the shoulder. “Besides, you’ve got nothing to worry about—you’re the one dating her.”
Alex nodded slow, forcing a little smile. “Yeah… okay, coach.”
Marcus turned to me, eyes sparkling a bit. “So we’re all showering together again after practice, yeah, Em?”
I smiled back, happy everyone was agreeing. “Yeah, sure!”
He clapped once, loud. “Perfect. That’s settled.” Then he pointed at the court. “Now—Alex, you’re running defensive slides, full court, ten reps. Em, you’re with me on free throws. Move!”
We both jumped to it right away—Alex starting his slides, me jogging to the line with Marcus. I glanced at Alex as he ran, and he looked normal again, focused on the drill. I figured he really was fine with it, just like Marcus said.
Training finally wrapped up. We were all dripping sweat, breathing hard. Marcus clapped once. “Good work tonight. Hit the showers.”
The guys went in first, and I followed a minute later like usual, grabbing my towel and stuff. The men’s locker room was steamy already, water running in two stalls. Marcus was in the middle one, Alex in the one next to it.
Marcus looked over the low divider when I walked in. “Em, come here to me.”
Alex glanced over too, soaping up. “You can come to my stall if you want, Em.”
Marcus shook his head, calm but firm. “Nah, I need her over here.” Then he looked at me. “Come on, Em.”
I smiled and went to Marcus’s stall, stepping under the spray with him. The water felt nice on my sweaty skin.
Marcus turned to Alex quick. “Hey, man, I forgot my shampoo in the changing room. Grab it for me?”
Alex nodded right away. “Yeah, sure, coach.” He turned off his water, wrapped his towel around his waist, and headed out to get it. As soon as Alex was gone, Marcus pulled me closer under the water, big hands starting to wash my back and shoulders with the little piece of soap that was there, sliding down to my butt. He leaned in and whispered against my ear, “You looked so fucking good in those drills tonight.”
I giggled softly, but then I felt him getting hard fast, pressing against my stomach. He kept washing me slow, soapy hands all over.
Alex came back quick and handed the shampoo over the divider. Marcus took it with a thanks and started lathering my hair, fingers massaging my scalp. Then he passed me the body wash. “Your turn—wash me too.”
I soaped up my hands and started on his chest like before, sliding lower. He guided my hand down to his cock, already fully hard. “Help me out again, Em. Same as always.” I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking slow under the water.
Marcus shouted over the divider to Alex, voice totally casual. “Hey, Alex—really liking your progress on those defensive slides, man. Keep that up and you’re gonna kill it at the tournament.”
Alex’s voice came back, a little muffled from his stall restarting the water. “Thanks, coach! Yeah, I’m pumped for it. Think we can take the whole thing?”
Marcus groaned low as I stroked him, but kept talking loud. “Hell yeah. You keep listening like you have been, we’re winning it.” His hands went to my ass, kneading both cheeks firm, pulling me closer so his cock slid better in my grip.
We kept chatting basketball a bit—me asking if the other teams were tough, Marcus saying he had plays ready, Alex chiming in about wanting more minutes.
Then Marcus suddenly cut it off. “Enough talk.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed gently but firm. “Down, Em. Take it in your mouth.”
I sank to my knees right away on the wet tile, water spraying over us. I opened my mouth and took him in, lips stretching around the head, then sliding down further.
Marcus moaned right away, deep and loud. “Fuck yes… just like that.”
I couldn’t see Alex anymore—the stall sides blocked everything waist-high. I just focused on Marcus, sucking steady, tongue pressing along the underside.
Alex said something about a play from last game, but Marcus just went “Shhh,” sharp. Then back to me, voice rough. “Deeper, Em… take more. Use your hand on the bottom too.” I did, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, bobbing faster. He started moving his hips, slow thrusts at first, pushing deeper each time.
“Good girl… fuck, your mouth is perfect.” His moans got louder, echoing off the tiles—deep grunts turning into swearing. “Shit… yeah… keep sucking… don’t stop…”
His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, hips rocking faster now, cock sliding in and out wet and slick. I sucked harder, tongue swirling the head every time he pulled back. He got louder, breathing ragged. “Fuck… Em… gonna cum soon… keep going… just like that… oh shit…”
His thrusts got shorter, harder, groans turning almost constant. “Yes… fuck yes… deeper… take it all…”
I felt him swell even more, throbbing against my tongue. He held my head firm, hips bucking erratic.
Then with one last loud, long groan—“Fuuuck!”—he pushed deep and came hard, hot spurts filling my mouth over and over.
Marcus pulled out slow, still catching his breath, one hand stroking my hair like it was nothing. “Fuck, Em… you’re too good at that. Best help I’ve ever had after practice.”
I stayed on my knees for a second, swallowing everything and wiping my mouth, face all hot. He just smiled down casual, like we’d finished a drill.
He helped me up and turned me under the water to rinse my face gentle. “There you go, all clean. You’re a star.”
I giggled a little, still kinda dazed. “Thanks… I just wanted to help.”
We finished showering quick after that—him soaping my back again, me washing his shoulders. Alex stayed quiet in his stall the whole time.
When we turned the water off, Marcus grabbed his towel and started drying. “So, tournament this weekend—those teams don’t stand a chance if we play like tonight. Alex, you keep shutting down their guards like in drills, we’re golden.”
Alex mumbled something like “Yeah, coach, definitely” from his side.
I wrapped my towel around me. “I’m so excited to watch you guys! Three whole games.”
Marcus grinned, ruffling my wet hair. “You better cheer loud, Em. We’ll need it.”
We all got dressed and headed out together, talking more about plays and who we might face first. Everything felt normal again.
A couple weeks later it was tournament weekend. The whole team piled into two vans and drove a few cities over. I rode with Alex and Marcus up front, singing along to the radio and laughing the whole way.
We got to the hostel late afternoon. It was basic but clean—long hallways, shared bathrooms, big common room with couches and a TV. Everyone dumped their bags and gathered in the common room while Marcus stood up on a chair with his clipboard.
“Alright, listen up—room assignments. Four to a room, two bunk beds each.”
He started calling names quick. Guys cheered or groaned depending on who they got stuck with.
Then he got to the end. “Last room: me and Alex.”
Marcus fist-pumped Alex. “Yes, coach!”
I raised my hand quick. “Wait, what about me? Can I bunk with Alex? Like, share his bed?”
Marcus burst out laughing, and the whole team cracked up too. “Hell no, Em! I’m not listening to you two doing funky business all night. I need my beauty sleep.”
Everyone laughed louder, guys making kissing noises and joking. My cheeks went red, but I laughed a little too even though I wasn’t super happy. I wanted to cuddle with Alex.
Marcus pointed down the hall. “You’ve got your own single room at the end—girls’ privilege or whatever. Lucky you.”
The single was tiny—just one bed and a little desk. I pouted when I saw it, but oh well.
That evening everyone hung out in the common room playing cards, watching old game highlights on someone’s laptop, telling stories. No alcohol—Marcus shut that down fast. “We’re here to win, not hang over. Water and sleep, boys.”
We snacked on chips and fruit, laughed a ton, and I sat on the couch between Alex and Marcus, cheering every time our team came up in the videos. It was really fun, everyone hyped for tomorrow.
It was finally bedtime at the hostel. Everyone said goodnight in the hallway, laughing and yawning. I waited until most doors closed, then slipped over to Alex and Marcus’s room to say goodnight properly to my boyfriend.
I knocked soft and Alex opened the door quick, pulling me in for a hug and a sweet kiss. “Night, Em. Sleep good.”
I kissed him back, then noticed the bunks. Alex was climbing up the ladder to the top one, and Marcus was already in the lower bed of the same bunk.
“Why are you guys stacked like that?” I asked, looking at the other bunk—it had a big “broken” sign taped to it, one side all sagging.
Marcus answered from below, voice sleepy. “Yeah, that one’s busted. Maintenance said not to use it. So Alex gets the top, I get the bottom. Works fine.”
I pouted. “Okay… night, guys.”
I went back to my tiny single room, closed the door, and got into bed. But it was so quiet and dark, and the hostel creaked weird. I felt super lonely without Alex, and a little scared being by myself in a strange place. After like twenty minutes I couldn’t take it—I grabbed my pillow and sneaked back to their room, knocking super soft.
Alex opened again, whispering, “Em? You okay?”
“I’m scared alone,” I whispered back. “Can I just sleep here?”
Before Alex could answer, Marcus sat up in the lower bunk, voice low but annoyed. “Em, come on. I said separate rooms for a reason. If anyone sees you sneaking around, it looks like my rules don’t matter. Team sees that, discipline goes out the window.”
I felt bad right away. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think…” He sighed, rubbing his face. “Fine. But only if you two are dead quiet. No noise, no moving around. Sleep, that’s it. Got it?” I nodded fast. “Promise!”
Marcus lay back down. “Good. Up you go, then.” I climbed the little ladder to Alex’s top bunk. As I swung my leg over, wearing just my tiny sleep shorts and tank top, I felt Marcus’s eyes on me from below—watching my butt and legs as I moved. When I settled in, he whispered up, “Nice view from down here, Em.”
I giggled soft, cheeks warm, and snuggled in next to Alex. The bunk was super narrow—made for one person really—so we had to cuddle close, his arm around me, my head on his chest. It felt perfect.
We whispered for a bit, poking each other’s sides, trying not to laugh too loud. Alex tickled me once and I squeaked super quiet into his shirt. It was fun, like a secret sleepover.
Then Marcus’s voice came sharp from below. “Alright, that’s enough. You two are acting like kids. We have games tomorrow—we need sleep. Emily, get down here. Now.”
I froze. Alex whispered sorry, but I climbed down quick so I didn’t make Marcus madder.
Marcus didn’t move over—he just lay on his back in the middle of the lower bunk, arms at his sides. I crawled in awkwardly beside him, half hanging off the edge because there wasn’t much space.
After a minute I whispered, “Marcus… this is really uncomfortable. I’m gonna fall.”
He sighed again, but quieter. “Fine. Get on top of me. Chest to chest. More room that way.”
I hesitated, but it did sound better than falling. So I climbed over and lay on top of him, my body stretched along his, head on his shoulder. I moved my legs to each side of his hips so I wasn’t crushing him—straddling kind of. It was actually way more comfortable; I fit perfect.
The second I settled, both his big hands went straight to my butt, grabbing firm over my shorts and squeezing. “Mmmh,” he let out low, satisfied.
He started rocking his hips super slow, moving me with him in a gentle rhythm.
I whispered, confused, “Marcus… what are you doing?”
He answered soft against my ear. “Can’t help it, Em. Got hard the second you climbed on. Happens every time you’re this close.”
I felt it then—his erection pressing up between my legs, thick through our clothes.
“But… we can’t do anything. It’s too loud, and there’s no time to take care of it properly.”
He kept that slow grind going. “Exactly. So we just live with it tonight. Go to sleep.”
I nodded, easily convinced—he made sense. I didn’t want to wake anyone or get in more trouble. I just lay there, feeling him throb under me, not sure what to do with my hands.
After a minute he whispered again. “Too warm like this. Clothes are making it worse—hurts my hard-on pressed like that. We gotta get rid of them.”
I lifted my head a tiny bit. “Everything?” “Yeah, Em. Everything. Even underwear. Just skin—that’ll be cooler and comfier.”
We slowly peeled off our clothes under the covers—first my tank top, then shorts, bra, panties. Marcus tugged off his shirt, then shoved down his boxers. Everything got tossed to the foot of the bed in a quiet pile.
Skin on skin felt so much better—warm, smooth, no sticky fabric. I settled back down on him, chest to chest, legs straddling his hips again. His body was hard and hot under me, and I let out a little sigh because it really was comfy now.
But then I felt his erection still trapped between our stomachs, pressing flat and kinda bent. Marcus shifted and winced a tiny bit.
“Ow… hurts like this,” he whispered.
He reached down between us, grabbed his cock, and moved it lower so it slid right between my thighs, resting along my slit, tip pointing up toward my butt. Then both hands went straight back to my bare ass, gripping firm.
He whispered super quiet, “Better now? You like that?”
I nodded against his shoulder, honestly relieved. “Yes… that’s much more comfortable.” Marcus chuckled low, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine. “Good girl.”
We lay still for a bit, breathing together. Then his hands started moving me again—slow, gentle rocks using his grip on my butt, pulling me forward and back.
His hard cock slid easy along my crack, up and down, warm and slick from the little bit of sweat still on us. He kept the rhythm steady, almost like a lullaby.
After about a minute of that he whispered right in my ear, breath hot, “This feels perfect, Em.” I just let out a soft “mmh” and relaxed more, eyes closing.
Marcus kept that slow rocking going, hands firm on my bare butt, sliding me back and forth so his cock glided easy between my thighs and along my slit. It was warm and kinda soothing, like he was helping us both fall asleep.
After a while, maybe ten minutes, he whispered super quiet, breath hot on my neck, “Em… I have to put it in. Can’t keep it like this.”
I lifted my head a tiny bit, shocked. “No, Marcus… why?”
He didn’t stop the slow rocks. “It’s bent up too much this way—hurts bad. Natural position points right into you. I can’t sleep like this all night with the pain. Need to rest for the games tomorrow too.”
I shook my head against his shoulder. “But… I don’t think we should. I have Alex.”
He sighed soft. “Then this isn’t working. Alternative is you sneak back to your room alone. Up to you.”
I froze. The thought of going back to that dark, creaky single room scared me all over again. I didn’t want to be alone.
I didn’t say anything, just stayed quiet, and Marcus took that as yes.
“Okay then,” he whispered.
He shifted his hips a bit, one hand moving my butt while the other guided his cock. The head pressed right at my entrance, warm and slick from all the sliding. Then he gripped both cheeks again and pushed slow—super slow—so the tip slipped inside.
He let out this silent moan, mouth open against my ear, body tensing under me.
I bit my lip hard. It felt huge, stretching me, but he was going so gentle I didn’t make a sound. In my head I thought—if Marcus thinks this is the way to fix it, it must be right. He’s the coach; he knows.
He stopped halfway, breathing deep. “Need to go deeper, Em… all the way so it doesn’t hurt.” Then his hands started again—lifting my butt a little and pulling me down slow, rocking me up and down gentle. Each slide down took him a bit further inside, stretching more, filling me inch by inch.
Marcus kept those slow, steady rocks going, hands gripping my butt tight, lifting and lowering me gentle but firm. Each slide down pushed him deeper inside until finally—after what felt like forever—he was all the way in, buried to the hilt. I felt so full, stretched around him, warm and close.
He let out a long, silent breath, body relaxing under me but hips still shifting tiny bits, like he was savoring it. He whispered right against my ear, voice rough, “Fuck, Em… you feel perfect wrapped around me like this.”
I stayed still, breathing with him, not sure what to say. After a minute I whispered back, “Can you sleep now?”
He chuckled low, hands squeezing my ass again. “Yeah… but I need to finish first. Can’t relax fully till then. You gotta be a helpful friend again, Em. Just like before.”
I bit my lip, confused in the dark. “How? We have to be quiet…”
“Just keep rocking up and down like we were,” he whispered. “Slow and easy. I won’t have to push or pull—you do the moving. That way it’s quiet.”
I hesitated, but he was right—we couldn’t make noise. And if this helped him sleep for the games tomorrow… I started moving careful, lifting my hips a little and sliding back down, up and down slow.
The bed started creaking soft—rhythmic little squeaks with each rock. I froze once, scared, but Marcus just squeezed my butt encouraging. “Keep going… perfect… hopefully Alex is out cold.”
He whispered more instructions— “A little faster now… yeah, circle your hips a bit… fuck, good girl…”
I did everything he said, rocking steady, feeling him throb deep inside. The creaking got a tiny bit louder, but not too bad.
After a few minutes he groaned soft. “Sit up, Em… straighter. Be more energetic—faster.”
I pushed up careful on my hands, sitting up on him so I was riding proper, breasts bouncing a little as I moved quicker, up and down with more energy like he wanted.
Marcus’s eyes were open now in the dark, watching me, hands still on my butt guiding harder. “God yes… love this… you’re amazing…”
The bed creaked louder—steady rhythm matching my bounces. He kept whispering, voice getting rougher, “Faster… come on, Em… faster… fuck yes…”
His moans started low but got louder—deep grunts turning into real moans, echoing soft in the quiet room. “Shit… keep going… don’t stop…”
I went as fast as I could without making too much noise, breathing hard.
When he was close he suddenly grabbed my hips and yanked me down flat on his chest again, arms locking around me. Then his hips took over—thrusting up fast and hard, short deep pumps in and out while I lay pressed to him.
The bed rocked harder, but he didn’t care anymore—just fucked up into me quick and desperate.
Then he buried deep one last time and let out a loud, muffled “MMHHHH” against my shoulder, body shaking as he came hard inside me, pulsing over and over. I felt every hot spurt deep, filling me up.
Marcus held me tight against his chest after he finished, his cock still buried deep, pulsing the last few drops inside me. His breathing was heavy but slowing. He whispered once, almost lazy, “Stay right there, Em… don’t move. We sleep like this.”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I just relaxed on top of him, legs still straddled, head tucked under his chin. His hands stayed loosely on my ass, thumbs stroking slow circles. The warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest eventually pulled me under. I drifted off with him still inside me, the bed finally quiet.
Next morning I woke up alone.
The lower bunk was empty. Alex’s top bunk was made like he’d never been there. Sunlight came through the thin curtains. I felt sticky between my legs, sore in a dull way, and my whole body smelled like sweat and sex. I sat up slow, found my clothes in the pile at the foot of the bed, and got dressed quietly. My heart was thumping hard—I didn’t know what to think about last night.
I slipped out and walked to the common room. The whole team was already there, eating breakfast at the long tables: cereal, toast, fruit, coffee. Marcus sat at the head like always, laughing at something one of the guys said. Alex was next to him, head down over his bowl, spoon moving mechanically. I walked in and a couple guys looked up, grinned.
One of them—big forward named Jake—nudged the guy next to him and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Yo, Em, you and Alex must’ve had a real good night, huh? Heard some serious creaking and moaning coming from that room. Walls are paper-thin in this place.”
The table exploded with laughter. Guys hooted, slapped the table, made exaggerated “oh yeah” sounds.
My face burned bright red. I froze.
Marcus threw his head back and laughed the loudest, deep booming laugh that filled the room. “Damn, Jake, give ’em a break! Young love, man—can’t keep it quiet.” He looked right at me, eyes sparkling, still chuckling. “Right, Em? You two were just… bonding before the big game today.”
Alex didn’t look up. He just kept stirring his cereal, cheeks red, mouth in a tight line. Everyone kept laughing for another few seconds, then went back to eating like it was no big deal.
I forced a tiny smile, walked over, and sat down across from Alex. He finally glanced at me—quick, guilty, then away again.
Marcus reached over and slid a plate of toast toward me. “Eat up, cheerleader. We got a game in three hours. Need you loud and proud out there.”
I nodded, took the toast, and stared at my plate.
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