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I stood there under the water after Marcus rinsed my face clean, feeling the warm spray on my skin. Everything felt kinda fuzzy in my head. I looked up at him and bit my lip.
“Marcus… was that okay? Like… I have Alex, and I don’t want to cheat or anything. That felt… I don’t know.”
He just smiled that easy smile, like I’d asked if the sky was blue. He turned the water down a little and put a hand on my shoulder, all casual. “Em, relax. You didn’t cheat. You just helped your coach out when he needed it. That’s all. Nothing more.”
I nodded slowly, wanting to believe him because he always knows what’s right. “And look,” he went on, glancing over at Alex’s stall, “Alex was right there the whole time. He didn’t say a word to stop it. Didn’t interrupt once. Means he was fine with it, right?”
I looked over at Alex. He was still facing mostly away, rinsing off super slow, but he hadn’t said anything else after that first shocked sound.
Marcus raised his voice just enough. “Hey, Alex. You jealous or something, man? Mad at Em for helping me?”
Alex turned the water off quick and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around himself. His face was all red, and he shook his head fast. “No, coach. I’m not… I mean, it’s cool. Whatever.”
Marcus chuckled. “See? He’s good. Proof everything’s fine.” He looked back at me, squeezing my shoulder gently. “I help you guys all the time—extra practices, tips, everything. This was just you helping me back. That’s what friends do, Em.”
Friends. He called us friends. That made me smile big even though I still felt a little weird inside.
“Yeah… okay. Thanks for explaining, Marcus.” He nodded. “Anytime. Now let’s finish up and get out of here before we turn into prunes.” We all got dressed pretty quiet after that. Marcus acted like nothing big happened—joking about tomorrow’s drills while he tied his shoes. Alex just nodded along, not saying much.
In the car on the way home, I turned to Alex all excited. “Did you hear that? Marcus called us friends! Like actual friends, not just coach and players. That’s so nice.”
Alex kept his eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel. “Yeah… cool,” he said, voice kinda flat. He didn’t smile like usual.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek anyway. “Today was fun. I’m getting so much better at shooting because of him. And now we’re friends!”
He made this little “mm-hmm” sound and reached over to hold my hand, but he was quieter the whole ride. Not mad-quiet, just… thinking a lot, I guess.
When he dropped me off at my place, he gave me a hug and said goodnight soft. I waved until his car turned the corner, then went inside feeling happy. I helped someone today, made a new friend, and got better at basketball. It was a really good day.
It was the night of the big home game against our rival college team. I got there a little late because of traffic, but I was so excited to cheer for Alex. I wore his spare jersey over my jeans, the one he gave me that’s way too big, and I had a little sign I made that said “Go Alex #12!” in glitter.
When I walked into the gym it was already loud, the crowd buzzing. The team was in a huddle near the bench and Marcus was right in the middle, voice carrying over everything. He had one hand on the whiteboard, drawing plays fast, pointing at different guys.
“Listen up! Their point guard likes to drive left—cut him off early. We own the paint tonight. Positions, positions—move your feet! This is our house!”
The guys were all nodding, bouncing on their toes, eyes locked on him. He had that tone, the one where you just listen no matter what. You could feel the energy go up the second he started talking.
Then Alex spotted me coming down the bleachers. His face lit up huge and he waved quick. Marcus followed his eyes, saw me, and this little grin came on his face.
He clapped Alex on the shoulder hard. “There she is, man. Your girl’s here to watch you ball out.” Then louder, to the whole huddle, “Alex has extra motivation tonight, boys. Game’s getting close—key player like him steps up big when it matters. Go show her what you got out there.”
Alex’s chest puffed up, cheeks red but in a good way. He nodded fast. “Yes, coach!” The huddle broke and they ran out to warm up. Alex kept glancing over at me, smiling every time.
The game started and it was close the whole time. I cheered whenever Alex touched the ball—“Go Alex! You got this!”—clapping loud even when I didn’t totally know what was happening. A couple times he made a good pass or steal and I jumped up yelling his name.
During a timeout Marcus came over to where I was sitting right behind the bench. He leaned on the railing, sweaty already from running up and down the sideline.
“Em, you our cheerleader today or what?” he asked, teasing smile.
I laughed. “Yeah! I’m trying!”
He looked me up and down quick. “Then how come you’re not in team colors properly? Hang on.” He jogged over to the equipment bag, dug around, and came back with a little folded bundle. “Here. Go throw this on. Bathroom’s down the hall.”
I took it and it was one of those official team cheer outfits—the tiny red crop top with the school logo and a super short pleated skirt. I’d seen the real cheerleaders wear them. I was so excited he thought of me like part of the team.
“Thank you, Marcus!” I hurried to change. When I came back out the skirt barely covered anything—it swished high when I walked and the top showed my whole stomach. But it felt fun, like I belonged. I ran back to my spot behind the bench and waved at Alex on the court.
His eyes went wide when he saw me. He missed his next warm-up shot completely, staring. I just cheered louder. “That’s okay, babe! Next one!”
The game went on and every time I jumped or clapped the skirt flipped up a little. Marcus kept glancing over from the sideline, that same calm smile.
After one play he leaned back toward me during a dead ball. “Damn, Em. You look hot as hell in that. Alex must love seeing his girl out here dressed like this for him.”
I giggled, tugging the skirt down a bit but not really minding. “You think?”
“Oh yeah,” he said low.
A minute later Alex got the ball on a fast break, blew by his defender, and slammed home a big dunk. The gym exploded. I jumped up super high, hands in the air, cheering his name loud.
The skirt flew up from the bounce, showing pretty much everything underneath for a second. I landed laughing, pulling it down quick.
Right next to me Marcus whispered, voice almost a groan, “Oh my…”
The game was still going crazy, crowd yelling every time the ball changed hands. I was jumping and cheering in my little cheer outfit, skirt flipping every time, when Marcus leaned over the bench railing again during the next timeout.
He looked serious all of a sudden, voice low so only I could hear. “Em, I’ve got a huge problem.”
My stomach dropped. “What? Is something wrong? Did someone get hurt?”
He shook his head quick, glancing around. “Can’t tell you here. Come with me for a second.”
I looked at the court—Alex was running back out with the team. “But… we’re gonna miss the game. The team needs you coaching.”
He stood up straight. “We’ll be fast. Promise.” Then he turned to the assistant coach on the bench. “Hey, take over for five minutes. I’ll be right back.”
The assistant nodded without question—everyone listens to Marcus like that—and Marcus grabbed my hand lightly. “Come on, Em.”
I followed him, asking the whole way down the hall. “Marcus, what is it? You’re scaring me. Is it about Alex? Did I do something wrong with the outfit?”
He didn’t answer, just kept walking fast until we got to this empty equipment room down a side corridor. No one around, door half-open. He pulled me inside and closed it behind us, clicking the lock.
I turned to him, heart beating fast. “Okay, what’s going on?”
Marcus leaned back against the door, rubbing his face for a second. “Seeing you out there in that tiny skirt, jumping like that… it got me really riled up, Em. I can’t even think straight. Can’t concentrate on the game.”
I blinked, confused. “Riled up how?”
He looked at me for a second, then just undid his track pants and pushed them down a bit. His cock was already hard, straining against his boxer briefs before he pulled those down too, letting it spring out thick and upright.
I gasped and took a tiny step back. “Marcus…!”
“Same thing as in the shower,” he said, voice calm but urgent. “I need you to calm it down again. Quick, so I can get back out there and coach.”
I shook my head, cheeks burning. “But… we’re at a game. People are right outside. And Alex is playing…”
“It’ll take two minutes, Em. Same as before. You helped me then—no big deal. Alex was even there. This is just helping your coach again.”
I hugged my arms around myself, looking at the door. “I don’t know… it feels different here.”
He stepped closer. “Em, come on. You’re the reason it’s like this. You don’t want me going back out there distracted, do you? Team needs me focused.”
“But—”
“We don’t have time to talk about it all day.” His voice got that sharp coach tone, the one no one argues with. “Just do it now, Em. You know it’s fine.”
I swallowed hard. He sounded so sure, and the game was going on without him… I didn’t want to mess things up for the team. For Alex. “Okay…” I whispered, stepping closer until I was right in front of him.
I reached out slowly and wrapped my hand around his cock like in the shower. It was hot and heavy in my palm. I started stroking up and down, gentle at first, standing there in my tiny cheer outfit while he leaned back against the door and let out a low breath.
Marcus was leaning back against the door, eyes half-closed as I stroked his cock standing there in the equipment room. The sounds from the game echoed faint through the walls—crowd cheering, whistles blowing—but it felt far away. His breathing got deeper right away, and he let out a low groan. “Yeah, Em… that’s good.”
Then his hands came to my hips, sliding around to grab my ass firm through the tiny cheer skirt. I jumped a little, gasping because it was so sudden and his grip was strong, squeezing the cheeks like he owned them. “Marcus! What—?”
He didn’t let go, just smirked down at me. “Helps me focus. Keep stroking, Em. Faster now.”
I was surprised but didn’t pull away—I wanted to help him quick so we could get back to the game. I sped up my hand, sliding up and down his shaft, feeling it throb hot in my palm.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Use your thumb on the head a little… yeah, like that.” He guided my wrist for a second, showing me how to circle the tip on the upstroke. I did it, and he groaned again, hips shifting forward into my grip.
We stayed like that for a minute, my hand working him steady, but he was still breathing hard, not finishing. He looked down at me, eyes on my chest where the crop top was tight. “Em… this is taking too long. Pull up your top for me. Bra too. It’ll make me finish faster—seeing you like that.”
I hesitated, cheeks burning. “But… why?” “Trust me. It’s just to help. No one’s here. Come on, quick.”
I bit my lip but nodded—he knew what would work, right? I let go of him for a second and tugged up the crop top, then pushed my bra up over my breasts so they bounced free. The air was cool on my skin, nipples getting hard right away.
Marcus’s eyes went right there, and he grabbed my ass harder. “Fuck, yes… perfect tits.” He reached one hand up to cup one, thumb brushing over the nipple, making me shiver. “Keep stroking. Don’t stop.”
I grabbed his cock again and kept going, faster like he said, while he played with my breast and squeezed my ass. His groans got deeper, hips rocking a little.
But after another minute he slowed my hand with his. “Shit… I didn’t think about where I’m gonna finish. Can’t make a mess in here—people could come in any second. It’d be everywhere.”
I looked up at him, confused, still stroking slow. “What do you mean?”
He looked down at me serious. “Em, I need you to take it in your mouth instead. Just suck on it like you’re stroking, and when I cum, swallow it down. That way no evidence, no mess. Hides everything.”
I froze. “In my… mouth? But I’ve never—” “It’s easy,” he said quick, voice urgent. “Same as helping in the shower. Knees again, Em. We gotta hurry—the team needs me back out there.”
I didn’t know… it felt even weirder than before. But he was right about the mess, and the game was going on without him. Alex was out there counting on him to coach. I couldn’t let him get distracted or worse, caught.
“Okay… if it helps,” I whispered.
I sank down to my knees on the cold floor, my skirt riding up high, breasts still out under the pulled-up top. His cock was right at my face, hard and veiny, a little precum at the tip. I leaned in hesitant and opened my mouth, taking the head inside. It was salty and warm, filling my lips.
Marcus groaned loud right away. “Yes… suck it in more, Em. Use your tongue.”
I did, sliding my mouth down further, about halfway because he was thick. My tongue licked along the underside like instinct, and I bobbed my head slow, sucking gently like he said.
“Fuck… good. Deeper if you can.” His hand came to my hair, not pulling hard but guiding me, pushing me a little further each time. I gagged once but kept going, breathing through my nose, mouth stretched around him.
He started moving his hips too, slow thrusts into my mouth, matching my bobs. “That’s it… swirl your tongue around the head… yeah, like that.” I did, circling it every time I pulled back, and he groaned louder, voice echoing a bit in the small room. “God, Em… your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I looked up at him like in the shower, eyes wide, and he stared back, breathing ragged. His hips sped up, pushing deeper, hand tighter in my hair. “Suck harder… yes… keep going…”
His groans turned into grunts, louder each thrust— “Fuck… oh shit… Em…” —hips bucking faster, cock sliding in and out of my mouth wet and slick. I held onto his thighs to steady myself, sucking as hard as I could, tongue pressing flat against him.
Then he got even louder, almost growling— “Yes… fuck yes… gonna cum…” —and with one final hard buckle forward, shoving deep, he exploded in my mouth. Hot spurts hit the back of my throat, thick and salty, filling me up quick.
Marcus was still catching his breath, cock softening as I stayed on my knees for a second, swallowing the last of it and wiping my lips with the back of my hand. My cheeks were super hot and my heart was pounding, but he just smiled down at me like everything was normal.
He reached down and helped me up gently, then pulled my bra and crop top back into place for me. “You’re a great friend, Em,” he said, voice all warm and casual. “Seriously. Alex must be proud having a girl like you who helps out like this.”
I smoothed my skirt down, still feeling kinda dazed, but his words made me smile a little. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” He tucked himself away and zipped up his track pants. “Come on, hurry up—fix your hair quick. We gotta get back out there and support the team.”
I nodded fast, running my fingers through my wet-from-sweat hair and checking my face in the little mirror by the door. Marcus unlocked it and held it open for me.
The second we stepped into the hallway the noise from the gym hit us—crowd roaring. Marcus didn’t miss a beat. He put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle down the corridor toward some players lingering near the water fountain. “Hey! Get your asses back in the gym—timeout’s almost over!”
Then he clapped once sharp. “Let’s go, let’s go!”
We jogged back toward the court together. As soon as we got through the doors the game was in full swing again. Marcus slipped right back to the bench like he’d never left, eyes locked on the play.
Alex had just thrown a perfect cross-court pass for an easy layup. The crowd cheered and Marcus cupped his hands around his mouth. “Beautiful pass, Alex! That’s how you do it—great vision, man!”
Alex glanced over quick, saw us both back, and grinned huge before running down court on defense.
I hurried to my spot behind the bench again, heart still racing a little, but I started cheering right away like nothing happened. The team needed us.
The final buzzer went off and the gym exploded. We won by just two points—super close the whole time. Alex had the ball in the last seconds, faked left, drove right, and hit this crazy layup through two defenders to put us up. Then on defense he stole the inbound pass and got fouled, sinking both free throws. Everyone was screaming.
I jumped up and down in my little cheer outfit, clapping so hard my hands hurt. “That’s my boyfriend!” I yelled, even though probably no one heard over the noise.
The team ran off the court all hyped, high-fiving and chest-bumping. Marcus gathered them in a big huddle right in front of the bench, sweat dripping off him, voice carrying like always.
“That’s how you close out a rival, boys! Tough, smart, together!” He went around pointing at different guys for good plays, then stopped at Alex and grabbed his shoulder hard. “And Alex—man, those last plays? Ice in your veins. Steal, free throws, that drive… you carried us tonight. Proud of you, kid. Everyone see that? That’s what a key player does when the game’s on the line.”
Alex was beaming, chest all puffed, looking over at me quick with the biggest smile. The whole team clapped him on the back and cheered his name. I felt so proud I could burst.
Marcus let them celebrate for a second, then raised his voice again. “One more thing before you hit the showers. Got big news—next month we’re heading a few cities over for that small weekend tournament. Three games, Saturday and Sunday. Good competition, chance to show what we’ve got. Rooms are booked, travel’s covered. Who’s in?”
The whole team went crazy—yelling “Hell yeah!” and “Let’s go!” Everyone was pumped, jumping around again. Alex looked at me across the huddle, eyes all excited like he was already picturing it.
I was excited too! A whole weekend away with the team sounded so fun. I’d get to watch Alex play even more games, cheer super loud, maybe explore the city a little with him when he wasn’t playing. I bounced on my toes, clapping again.
Marcus caught my eye over the guys’ heads and grinned, giving me a quick nod like he knew I’d be there too.
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