CHAPTER SIX

 

The days seem to pass in a blur, and I’m pleasantly surprised by the lack of angry reprimand from my father. He simply tells me that the basketball player that had assaulted me had been permanently expelled from the college. I want to smile, I want to thank him, but all I can consider is the empty feeling in my heart. I want to ask him about what sort of punishment Jason and Ricky had received, but he says nothing regarding the matter. Considering the trauma of the incident, I’m given a pass to miss the next week of classes, and for that week, I refuse to leave my dorm at all. The final game of the basketball season is drawing near, and I tell myself that I should stay as far away as possible.

 

The day of the final game, I wake to the sound of a knock at my door, and reluctantly rise from my bed. I pull on a robe, not bothering to get dressed as I open the door just enough to see who is outside. Jim Reagan, one of the last people I want to see. His eyes are rimmed with red, and I can tell from the grinding of his teeth and his tense posture that he’s upset. Even though I’m angry, I can’t just send him away, looking as upset as he is.

 

“What do you want, Jim?” I inquire drolly, opening the door and gesturing for him to come inside. He clenches his jaw, stepping into my dorm. If he’s aware of my state of undress, he says nothing about it, simply staring at me through teary eyes.

 

“I broke up with my boyfriend. I just wanted you to know that… I never intended for any of this to get out. He promised he wouldn’t tell anyone, but I should have known better.” He says, his voice watery. The usually stoic man looks as if he is ready to fall to pieces, and my heart softens at the sincerity in his voice. I know I should stay angry. I know I should send him away. But all he has ever done is try to help me, and I can’t stay angry at him no matter how much I’d like to. I draw him into my arms, and he grabs me in a bone crushing hug. “I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, and I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say.

 

“Aren’t you afraid of getting cooties?” I finally say, a teasing lilt to my voice. He meets my gaze, and I smile gently at the poor guy. “I’m angry, but… it’s not your fault. I know you only ever tried to help me.” I offer, and he rubs his eyes roughly. He manages a weak laugh, slumping against the wall beside the door.

 

“I even left the team. I’m surprised Jason and Ricky didn’t kill me first.” He groans. I chuckle in spite of the pain that lances my heart at the mention of the two men.

 

“Oh, Jim, don’t worry about it. They’ll have to get through me first.” I say with a half smile, and he reluctantly returns it. “So… where do we go from here?” I say softly, trying not to sound as defeated as I feel. I know he likely won’t have any answers for me, but I can’t help but try. I just want some guidance, some way to get out of this slump I’ve been driven into. He hesitates a moment, rubbing his eyes once more before straightening up.

 

“Go to the basketball game with me tonight?” He inquires uncertainly. My eyes widen, and I consider him critically.

 

“I thought you were gay.” I demand. He quirks a brow, sticking his tongue out in faux disgust.

 

“I didn’t mean as a date. Before my boyfriend and I broke up, he mentioned that there was supposed to be some big announcement after the game tonight. We might as well see this crapshoot through to the end, right?” Jim says with a crooked smile. I hesitate, knowing that I’ll likely only make myself more miserable going to see the two men I so adore play. However, I feel drawn to the game, as if maybe it will bring me some sort of closure.

 

“Okay. I’ll go with you.” I answer hesitantly. He smiles, pulling me into his arms before backing away. He looks me up and down, making a face.

 

“Well, put some clothes on, first. I’ll be here to pick you up around eight.” He says with an air of finality. He waves before slipping out the door, and I’m left alone with my thoughts for the remainder of the day. Will going to the basketball game only make me feel worse? I have very little doubt, but I’ve already promised Jim.

 

I spend the rest of the day meandering around my dorm, getting dressed in the team colors in spite of how little team spirit I actually feel. Eight rolls around faster than I expected, and Jim barges into my dorm without even knocking. I suppose he thinks he has that friend privilege now. I suppose he’s right.

 

“Come on. I’m eager to see if the team crashes and burns.” Jim announces grandly, and I roll my eyes in amusement. I take him by the arm, and we walk the short distance to the gymnasium. The murmurs are ever present, but I do what I can to ignore them. The crowd gathered outside the gymnasium is huge, but we manage to find a spot on the bleachers. My father sit some distance away, watching stoically as the rival team steps out. The crowd boos, but I remain silent, watching the doors from which the home team will emerge. When they do, my eyes immediately fall upon the two men of my dreams. They remain side by side, engaged in what seems furious chatter. If they realize I’m here, they give no indication.

 

The game passes in a blur, and all I can do is try to ignore the ache in my heart. The home team wins, and as the crowd erupts into cheers, the team lifts Jason and Ricky up on their shoulders. They seem to spot me in that very moment, and I avert my eyes, preparing to leave.

 

“Wait! We have something to say!” Jason cries out, and the gymnasium goes quiet. Both of the men keep their gazes fixed on me, only briefly looking away to consider each other. “With this season in the bag, Ricky and I have come to a mutual decision. The both of us are retiring from the team. This will be our last game.” Jason announces. My eyes widen in shock, and the crowd goes wild as the two basketball players slip away to the locker room. I stumble down the bleachers to chase after them, giving pause as I feel someone watching me. I turn to meet my father’s gaze, and stare at him beseechingly.

 

“Go.” He mouths, and I smile before darting towards the locker room.

 

I find Jason and Ricky inside, standing as if they had been expecting me.

 

“What on Earth did you do!?” I demand, rushing towards the two of them. They laugh, gathering me in their arms.

 

“If we can give up our rivalry for you, giving up basketball was cake.” Jason says teasingly, nudging Ricky in the ribs. Ricky grunts, rolling his eyes.

 

“Well, if we can mostly give up our rivalry.” Ricky amends. I consider the two for a long moment, my heart slamming in my chest. Suddenly, a rush of emotion blooming in my chest, I press my lips to Jason’s. He groans against my lips, and Ricky watches with no small amount of jealousy as Jason thoroughly explores my mouth with his tongue. Not wanting the other man to feel left out, I reach out to take him by the hand, guiding it to my breast. He stiffens, and Jason’s eyes widen as our lips part.

 

“I have a challenge for the two of you.” I say slyly. They exchange a glance, and I take Jason’s hand as well, placing it on my other breast. “Let’s see who can outlast the other.” I say with a grin. Their eyes widen immediately, and Ricky hesitates, making as if to pull away.

 

“Are you sure… you want this? So soon?” He inquires hesitantly. Jason pulls away, seeming to echo the sentiment. I consider the two for a long moment before slowly pulling my shirt off over my head and tossing it to the side. I unclasp my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free for the both of them to see. As their members swell to matching attention, I can’t help but wonder how different they are down below. I drop to my knees, looking up at them through half lidded eyes.

 

“Who’s first?” I inquire softly. The two exchange a glance, racing to get their basketball shorts off. I can’t help but laugh at the sight, knowing that in spite of their words, their rivalry still ran deep. As they abandon their task and press me against the lockers, each of their mouths finding one of my breasts, I realize that perhaps that’s not so bad.

 

I utter a breathy moan, pressing a hand to the back of their heads, pressing my thighs firmly together as they each use their own tactic on each of my breasts. Jason is more tender, lavishing my nipple with gently licks and kisses. He gently sucks, pressing forward only when I guide him to. Ricky on the other hand is very much the beast I thought him to be. He sucks my nipple with more force, grazing his teeth to it. He wraps his lips tightly around the aching bud, giving it a sharp little tug. The warring sensations are an onslaught on my brain, and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming as they simultaneously begin fervently lapping at my breasts. They ease me into a seated position on the long bench that spreads out in front of the lockers. Ricky glances to Jason, quirking a daring brow before settling between my thighs. His hand finds my zipper almost immediately, and Jason lifts me up as Ricky slides my pants and underwear down around my ankles. The bench is cold against my bare rear, but warmth blooms through me as Ricky tucks his head between my thighs. I spread them obligingly, mewling longingly as he uses two fingers to spread my folds. He drags his tongue against my womanhood, and it’s all I can do not to sob as I bury my face in Jason’s chest. Ricky rumbles a laugh from between my legs, and I’m all too aware of Jason’s manhood straining against the fabric of his basketball shorts. I shakily reach between his legs, shoving the waistband of his shorts down just enough to grip him in my hand.

 

It’s all I can do to focus on pleasuring Jason while Ricky is so fervently lapping at my folds. I give my best effort, however, wrapping my hand around him and slowly sliding it up and down his shaft. He groans, and as I’m really getting into the swing of my steady pace, Ricky flicks his tongue to my most sensitive nub. I cry out, squeezing Jason’s length without really intending to. He cries out, and I’m afraid I’ve hurt him, but he simply ruts against my hand, groaning uncontrollably.

 

“Whatever you did, Ricky, do it again.” He mutters, and Ricky rumbles another laugh. I’m certain Ricky won’t oblige, but find myself all too pleased when he does. That tongue is like molten hot lava pressing to my clit, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I rapidly move my hand up and down Jason’s length, the fervor of my strokes increasing as I grow nearer and nearer to my peak. Jason himself looks ready to explode, but when we are both teetering on the edge, Ricky pulls away from between my thighs, looking up to me with a cheeky smile.

 

“Why’d you stop?” I plead, my voice coming out strangled. Ricky smirks, rising to his feet and slipping his shorts down off of his hips.

 

“Payback. I ought to let you finish yourself off, like I did after that dinner we had together. That wouldn’t be as fun, though.” He says with a grin. Jason considers us curiously, apparently not knowing the extent I had gone to in my attempt to charm Ricky.

 

“What are you…?” He inquires hesitantly, and Ricky smirks, sticking his thumb between my parted lips. Saliva drips down my chin, and he parts my lips even further.

 

“Suck.” Ricky says softly. I redden, looking between the two of them. Jason watches with intrigue, gripping his own manhood and languidly stroking himself-- seemingly just enough to keep him on the edge. I wrap my lips around Ricky’s thumb, sucking like a greedy animal. He watches me through half lidded eyes, and I can only hope that if I please him enough, he’ll finish me off. The aching between my legs has almost become too much to bear. After a few moments of desperate sucking, he draws his hand away, gesturing towards Jason. “Now. Same treatment, different body part.” Ricky says teasingly. Jason’s eyes widen comically, and before he can speak, I obligingly drop to my knees in front of him, taking the tip of him between my lips. Ricky presses his palm to the back of my head, guiding me into taking Jason’s manhood deeper and deeper into my mouth. Jason refuses to meet either of our gazes, biting his thumb in an attempt to smother his strangled cries.

 

“Why are you…” Jason implores, trailing off into a groan. I can’t help but wonder why Ricky is so eager to see the other man get off as well.

 

“Nevermind me, you just focus on each other for now.” Ricky murmurs. I can feel his eyes watching our every move, and feeling eager to please him, I suck on Jason’s length as desperately as I had Ricky’s thumb. I use my tongue as well as I am able, flattening it out to make more room for Jason’s wide girth in my mouth. My mouth is growing sore, but I take him even deeper, managing to suppress my gag reflex as he just touches the back of my throat. I begin to pull back, but all at once I feel Ricky’s hands on my ass, shifting me onto my hands and knees. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” He murmurs, and I can’t help but oblige. I bob my head up and down Jason’s length, all too aware of Ricky’s hands positioning me for… what, I’m not sure. It becomes all too clear, however, as I feel something much larger than a finger pressing against my heated entrance. I struggle not to choke on Jason’s length, my mouth parting even further and drool dribbling down my chin. Jason groans, gripping my chin and all but humping my face.

 

“Oh god… oh, god, I’m gonna…” Jason groans, and Ricky rumbles that familiar laugh. I groan as he begins to enter me, feeling myself spread nearly to my limit. Jason hilts himself in my mouth, and strands and strands of his load begin to shoot down my throat. I swallow eagerly, milking him for every drop I can get. When it seems he can take no more, Jason edges away from me.

 

“I win.” Ricky says smugly, and before either of us can question him, he thrusts solidly into me. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, a strangled cry of pain and pleasure spilling past my lips.

 

“Win?” Jason says uncertainly, eyes widening as he seems to realize what the other man means. “Ah, no fair! You cheated!” He accuses, but Ricky ignores him, and truth be told, I can only vaguely understand what he’s on about. I’m too focused on the sensations flooding through me as Ricky all but pounds into my tight nethers, digging his nails into either side of my hips. He groans gutturally, and Jason grows quiet, watching us with wide eyes. I drop onto my elbows, keeping my rear held high for Ricky to repeatedly penetrate me from behind. I feel like I’m being slid across the locker room floor from the force of each of his thrusts, but can’t find it in me to care. To make up for the position I’m in, I squeeze my inner walls around him as he pounds into me, trying to keep him inside of me for as long as I can. The effect is immediate, and he groans loudly, thrusting into me faster and more furiously than I thought I could take.

 

“Ricky!” I cry out, and he tenses a hand in my hair, growling almost animalistically. I feel him swelling inside me, straining, eager to spill his load into my waiting insides. I squeeze around him once more, and he cries out, shooting his load deep inside of me. I feel myself crashing into my peak hard as he continues to thrust, making an utter mess of both of us as our combined juices spill onto the floor beneath me. Jason grunts, and though I had not realized it, I notice that he is swollen to his full size once more, rapidly stroking his length as he watches us.

 

“J-jenny….” Jason manages, spilling his seed on the locker room floor in front of him. Ricky groans, pressing against my back and pulling me onto my side. We collapse bodily on the locker room floor, and Jason slumps to the floor a couple of feet away from us. We are all silent for several moments, before Ricky mutters quietly to himself.

 

“That was better than dunking on Jay.” He murmurs. I swallow a laugh, burying my face in his chest. Jason watches us with a curious quirk of his brow, and Ricky shrugs his shoulders before holding his arms out for Jason to join us. Jason hesitates, but steps towards us, settling on the other side of me.

 

“You two can’t always be competing.” I murmur, and the two exchange a look.

 

“How about we work together, then?” Ricky suggests. Jason tilts his head, and Ricky grins before gesturing to the mess between my legs. “We can clean up her mess together.” He offers. Jason hesitates, and I redden at the implication, attempting to press my thighs together.

 

“I don’t think I can take any more--” I begin, but they seem reluctant to listen, and Jason bites the bullet before burying his face between my thighs. Arousal surges through me as I realize that it’s not my essence alone that he is lapping out of my dripping entrance, and Ricky soon joins in on the fun, licking clean any juices that had splattered on my stomach. The two lavish me in affectionate strokes of their tongues, and I can’t swallow a squeal as Jason shoves his tongue into my already stretched hole. I groan, and though it’s certainly not as girthy an intrusion as Ricky’s manhood had been, it’s enough to send shaking bouts of pleasure through my body. Ricky pauses in his thorough cleaning of my flesh, watching Jason with a curious yet aroused expression. He drops down beside Jason, leaning in to watch closely as Jason’s tongue thrusts in and out of my flexing womanhood. Ricky grins, pressing the palm of his hand to the back of Jason’s head.

 

“Really get in there, Jay.” He murmurs, and Jason grunts in response, more frantically lavishing my entrance with attention. I watch as Ricky keeps the pressure on the back of Jason’s head, bringing his free hand to the apex of my thighs, just above where Jason is desperately pleasing me. He presses his thumb to my clit, and I cry out, the sensations washing over me like a tidal wave. Just when I thought we were done, it seems the boys are determined to show me they can work together. Not that I’m complaining…

 

Ricky circles my clit with his thumb, and I blush in embarrassment at how lewd Jason sounds lapping at our combined juices. I mewl helplessly, squirming against the sensory onslaught. When it seems things can get no more intense, Ricky grazes the edge of his fingernail against my straining bud. I cry out in ecstasy, feeling a gush of liquid shoot out to meet Jason’s waiting tongue. He groans in pleasure, and my body jerks at just how intense the sensations are as he continues to lap at me. Two orgasms in, and I’m certain another will kill me. I wriggle away from Jason, offering him an apologetic look.

 

“I really don’t think I can take any more…” I gasp out, and the two exchange vaguely disappointed looks. Their manhoods, so contrasting yet so alike, both stand at attention, and I feel almost bad for allowing them to go forgotten. “Get on either side of me.” I order gently, and Ricky considers me curiously.

 

“You don’t have to do any more than you already have…” He offers, but I offer him a stubborn glare while Jason obligingly slides into place. I reach out, wrapping my hand around Jason’s quivering rod. He jerks against my palm, and Ricky watches in fascination before edging into his assigned spot at my other side.

 

“Now the first win goes to Ricky… but let’s see how the two of you do this time…” I murmur, wrapping my other hand around Ricky’s length. I give both of them a tentative squeeze, watching their contrasting reactions. Jason smothers his cry of pleasure with his hand, pressing against my palm in earnest. Ricky on the other hand allows himself a pleased groan, but tries to keep himself composed from the waist down. It’s obvious that aside from getting off, winning this thing is certainly on Ricky’s mind as well. Deciding that he needed a bit of his own competitive medicine, I slowly work my hand up and down Jason’s manhood while moving my hand more swiftly along Ricky’s squeezing rhythmically as I go. If Ricky notices the unfairness of the situation, he says nothing regarding it, simply curling his toes against the feeling and squeezing his eyes shut. He pulses in my hand, and I glance to Jason who is watching me with a look of appreciation. I wink at him before brushing my thumb to the tip of Ricky’s length. He cries out, jerking his hips forward unbidden.

 

“What’s wrong, Ricky Rick? Can’t handle the heat?” Jason says softly, and if anything, this seems to stir the fire in Ricky’s gut even more. He’s utterly throbbing, groaning wantonly as he struggles not to give in to his feelings.

 

“Sh-shut up Ja-” He cuts himself off on the other man’s name, jerking his hips up desperately. “Shut up Jason!” He cries out, though there is no malice to the words. He actually sounds like he’s enjoying the other man’s presence more than he would like to admit. Jason meets my gaze, blushing at the sound. I slow my stroking of Jason’s length even further, almost to an agonizingly slow pace. He grits his teeth, and when I tilt my head inquisitively, he simply nods in reply.

 

“Come on bro. You know you can’t win them all…” Jason taunts, his voice sounding strained. Ricky groans, and I up the pace of my stroking. Ricky opens his eyes, meeting his rival’s gaze and holding it, as if that will help him stave off the inevitable. He seems oblivious to my slow pace of working Jason’s manhood, instead keeping their eyes locked.

 

“I can… and will.” Ricky gasps out. He bares his teeth animalistically, and Jason simply smirks in turn, wrapping his hand around my own and lowering his eyes to his own length. Ricky follows his direction, though it seems the last thing he wants to do. He draws his lip between his teeth, swallowing an agonizingly pleased groan.

 

“Just let go, man.” Jason urges. Ricky swells in my hand, but he seems to be determined to hold on. I lean closer, squeezing him towards the tip of his length.

 

“Come for me, baby.” I murmur. That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Ricky all but howls in pleasure as he spills his seed on my hand. Relieved to have won at least this battle, Jason begins to work my hand on his length at a more furious pace.

 

“Oh… oh…” Ricky howls, and Jason smiles deviously through his haze of lust, taking aim as he swells in my hand. I’m not sure what his plan is, but as Jason cries out in pleasure, shooting out string after string of ejaculate, I watch as his seed splatters on Ricky’s stomach. Ricky’s eyes widen in shock, and his groans of pleasure die down to a little groan of unhappiness. “Dude, sick.” He manages, wiping his hand through the sticky goo on his stomach.

 

“You like it, bro.” Jason manages once he comes down from his high. Ricky rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to retort. He’s cut short by a banging on the locker room door.

 

“Hey, what on earth are you kids doing in there!? The game was over an hour ago!” A masculine voice calls, and the two rivals exchange fearful glances.

 

“Coach!” Jason whispers urgently.

 

“Duh! Get dressed!” Ricky replies. I draw away from the men, struggling to pull my clothes on as they do the same. The pounding at the locker room door continues, and after a moment, the coach speaks again.

 

“That’s it! I’m coming in there!” He announces. Ricky bolts to the door immediately, and I stare confusedly after him. He had just barely managed to get his jersey on, and was still naked from the waist down. I look to Jason, who looks in just as bad shape. He grabs me by the wrist, and I thank god that I at least manage to get my shirt and panties on as he drags me out the back exit of the locker room. We spot Ricky continuing to sprint away, and bolt after him, laughter spilling past my lips as I realize just how ridiculous the situation is.

 

“You two look like idiots!” I announce happily. Ricky doesn’t reply, instead throwing open the door to his dorm and stumbling inside. Not waiting for an invitation, Jason and I slump through the door as well, slamming it shut behind us. Ricky gasps for breath, and the two rivals exchange a look.

 

“You almost got us caught, you idiot!” Ricky growls.

 

“Me?! You’re the one who can’t just do what he’s supposed to!” Jason retorts. Ricky’s eyes widen, and they begin to bicker furiously, jabbing their fingers at each other and cursing loudly. I watch the two fondly, knowing that in spite of how much they bicker, they care very deeply about each other. More than anything, I’m happy to be part of their dynamic now, no matter how strange it may be. I’ve never had much experience with basketball, at least not first hand. All I know is that Ricky was certainly right. This was definitely better than a slam dunk.

 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a couple of foul balls to take care of....

 

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