Tommy

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Three weeks. Three weeks of no basketball.

“Pretty bad sprain,” The doc had told me. It could be worse. When the doctor told me my ankle wasn’t broken, that was a huge relief. But being benched for almost a month is fucking insane. How am I going to keep my game fresh? Shoot free throws while everyone else is running drills?

And what is Grace going to think? She meets Tommy Mason, the big basketball man on campus, and the next thing that happens is I’m on the fucking bench watching everyone else play?

I clench my fists at my side and stare up at the ceiling of my room. I’ve been lying here in the dark for the last hour since I got back from the hospital. Joey knows well enough to leave me alone and went out to who knows where. Grace started sending me texts forty-five minutes ago, but I haven’t answered.

I don’t know what to say to her. My whole life has been about basketball, ever since I was in middle school and my coach first saw my talent. Ever since then, that’s been who I am. Tommy Mason, the future pro.

And now I feel like I’ve had my balls ripped off and replaced with a pair of Christmas bells.

Just thinking about limping around the court, not even being able to chase my own rebounds, taking free throws and pussy-ass half-jump shots from the paint, has me feeling like a total dickhead.

Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it doesn’t help that my ankle is still killing me and I’ve worked up a headache that feels like someone’s beating the back of my skull with a sledgehammer.

Plus, I stink. I haven’t even bothered to shower yet. Honestly, I don’t want to do anything. Maybe I can go back to the hospital and bribe that doctor to put me in a coma for a month and we can just pretend this didn’t happen.

Since I’ve been on the team, there hasn’t been a single game I didn’t start and didn’t play most of the time. Coach would pull me out if we had a huge lead so the other guys could get some court time, but for the most part I’m leading the pack, and picturing myself on the sideline, my ankle wrapped up while the other team talks shit about me from the court, has me wanting to throw up.

Stop being such a pussy! I scream at myself inside. This is not like me. Nothing gets in my way. I see an obstacle, I crush it. I climb mountains and tear down walls. That’s what I do. But what the fuck am I supposed to do about my ankle? Go out there and play like I always do? Run up and down the court until my foot falls off?

No. There’s nothing I can do.

My phone buzzes beside me and I know it’s Grace. I really should pick it up and text her back. She’s got to be wondering what’s wrong, and the way she was with me in the locker room – I mean, she’s an angel. I shouldn’t be treating her like this.

I pick it up and check the message:

Tommy, are you okay? I’m worried.

Fuck.

The fact that Grace is upset has me even more pissed off. Why the fuck is this happening? If I ever run into that son of a bitch from New Hampshire, he better turn and run, because I’ll tear his fucking leg off and beat him to death with it.

I pull up my texts and start to write Grace back, but I delete it quickly. I just don’t know what to say. Finally I settle on something and send it:

Bad sprain. I’m “okay.”

Almost immediately she replies:

Are you back? Can I see you?

I think for a second. I do really want to see her, I just don’t know if I want her to see me like this. I should probably at least take a shower and make myself presentable.

Gonna shower, I text back. I’ll see you after.

I set my phone aside and stand up. Even with the painkillers, my ankle is a flaming ball of agony hanging from my leg. I glance at the crutches they gave me, now leaning in the corner of the room and scoff. Definitely not using those just to get my ass to the bathroom.

I toss my clothes and wrap my towel around my waist and step out into the hall. Thankfully it’s empty. I’m sure everybody will be really nice and considerate and all that shit, but I just don’t want to face them right now. I just want to be alone, and that can be hard when you’re the most well-known guy on a campus of almost 30,000 people.

I manage to limp my ass down to the bathroom and push open the door. No one’s in here either, so I can brace myself on the long sink counter as I head for the showers. Each step is a struggle and the reality of my situation starts to set in as I grab the towel bar on the wall as I reach the shower stall.

“Goddamn it,” I curse under my breath. I slap the shower curtain open, almost tearing it off its hooks, and hang my towel up. Thankfully, this shower has more room than the other and even has a small ledge to sit on. I take a seat and let the water just rain down on my head and spill down across my shoulders onto my back.

I look down at my ankle. It’s swollen as shit and already starting to bruise. If I wasn’t so pissed off, it’d be a pretty sweet injury to show off. Sort of like a scar from war or something. But all it is right now is a reminder of just how shitty things are.

I hear the bathroom door open and someone comes in. I can hear their footsteps coming this way and sigh.

“I’m in this one,” I call out. But whoever it is either deaf or looking for a beating, because they walk right over to my stall and pull open the curtain. I snap my head toward them, ready to lay out a beat down, but stop when I see who it is.

“Grace!”

“Hey,” she says with a smile. She’s wrapped up in a towel and gives me a look that lets me know we’re going to be okay. “See anything you like?”

My words coming out of her mouth. I have to smile.

“Everything.”

Without hesitation, Grace slides her towel off her body, exposing herself to me completely. She’s moving differently now – with confidence, her eyes seductive as she hangs her towel and steps into the shower with me. She closes the curtain slowly behind her and steps over to me.

With both hands, she strokes the side of my face and neck, then lifts my chin to her. I look up, her breasts inches from my face and feel myself starting to get hard. As I look at her, I realize just how stupid I was to think Grace would think any less of me with my bum leg.

She looks down at me and our eyes lock. I bring my hands to her hips and feel her body, her soft skin and feel myself getting even harder.

“How’s your ankle?” She asks me, her voice a whisper. “Does it hurt?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Well, maybe this will take your mind off of it.”

She smiles at me and slides her hands down my chest, down my abs and then gently, with just her fingertips, starts to stroke my cock.

Her fingers are slick and slide easily up my shaft, but she focuses on the tip, doing circles around it, slowly, teasing me. It feels fucking awesome. No one’s done this to me before, and I wonder where she learned it. Did she just make it up?

I’m rock hard and slide my hands down her lower back and grab her ass. Something about feeling a girl’s body covered in water just amplifies everything and I start going wild. I move my hands to her hips, then up her stomach and cup her breasts. It blows my mind that a girl with this kind of a body wasn’t chased down by every guy in her high school. She must have dressed like a nun.

My mood has shifted completely. I’m not even thinking about my ankle. The only thing I can focus on is how fucking amazing Grace’s fingers feel on my cock, and her breasts. I lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth and suck gently, then move to the next one. I nibble, gently, and feel her body react.

Keeping my mouth on her breast, I slide one hand around behind her and pull her close. I trace a line down her ass and underneath. My fingers find her pussy and I can feel she’s already wet. Without hesitation, I slide my fingers inside. She gasps and her delicate touch on my cock changes, and she’s gripping my shaft. Her other hand finds my balls and she’s pulling me toward her.

The tip of my cock touches her pussy lips and I feel them spread slightly. I look up at her and see the lust in her eyes. I want to be inside her, and by the way she’s looking at me, she wants it too.

“You want it?” I ask her. She looks at me, hesitates briefly, then opens her lips.

“Yes.”

My hand grips tighter on her ass while the other presses deeper inside her, getting her ready for my cock. I’m on fire for her. My cock is like a hot rod between my legs, just ready to slide into her wet pussy. This is it.

“Come here,” I tell her. I slide my fingers out of her and take her by the hips and pull her toward me. She’s standing above my cock and I grip it by the base and guide it to her pussy. Her wetness drips down onto the tip of my dick and I feel my desire reach the breaking point. “Sit down on it.”

Grace curls both of her arms around my neck and brings her face to mine so our foreheads are touching. Gently, without really kissing me, Grace brings her lips to mine and I feel her breath. Her hair, wet now, drapes across my face and finally, she sits down.

I almost explode as her pussy takes my cock. She gasps and throws her head back and I kiss her neck hungrily, pressing her hips down. My cock slides deep inside her. Her back arches and I feel her body tense as she takes it all.

Obviously she’s as hungry for me as I am for her. It must hurt, taking my monster cock in her for her first time, but she didn’t pause or stop halfway. She took it all. I look down at her pretty, shaven pussy wrapped around my cock and grab the back of her head and pull her face back down to mine so our eyes meet.

“Fuck, baby,” I say into her mouth.

“Oh my God,” she says back. “You’re inside me!”

“How’s it feel?” I ask her. “Does it hurt?”

She grinds her hips against me and I feel her pussy tighten up. “Yes. But it feels so good.”

I take her hips and lift her, showing her how to fuck me. “Like this.”

Her pussy lips grip my shaft as she rises up on my cock and we both look down, our foreheads pressed together, watching as she slides up and down on me.

“It looks so good,” she says, almost with amazement. “Oh, God.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, staring at her gorgeous body and pussy as she comes all the way up on my dick. She almost comes off, but I push her back down again and she gasps as I bottom out inside her.

My cock is ready to explode already, but I can’t. I have to hold out, savor this moment and rock her world. This is her first time, but it’s also our first time, and I’m going to make sure I blow her mind.