Today was the day. The day of our first game of the season; the day I had been looking forward to for weeks now. I had been working my butt off, putting in after practice workouts to get better and better. We were changing into our uniforms. I hurriedly got dressed so I could slip out into the hall and get a kiss from Jason, who was patiently waiting for me. I smiled against his lips.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, pulling back. We were in public, and we liked to keep things clean where teachers could see us.
I shook my head, “I’m excited! I can’t wait to get out there on the court. I’ve missed it for five months. Tonight’s my night,” I grinned. I was practically bouncing on my feet. “I need to get back in there. I need to get my knee brace on; coach is gonna be here soon. See you after the game.” I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek again before I disappeared in a flash back into the locker room.
Grabbing my brace out of my locker, I went and sat on the bench in front of the whiteboard, where coach had drawn up how he wanted us to line up for the jump. I had just finished strapping my brace into place when the other girls started sitting around me and coach walked in. I still couldn’t believe I was going to be starting tonight. I couldn’t wait to put my hard work to use.
Coach finished up his pep talk and explaining the jump again before putting his hand out. We all circled around, placing our hands on top of his. Bouncing our hands together, on three, we cheered and broke the huddle, running out of the locker room and into the gym where we waiting in the corner for them to play our warm up music. When ‘Remember the Name’ by Fort Minor came over the loud speaker, we ran around the court before starting our warm up.
I caught the pass that was thrown at me and ran in for the lay-up, making it. I circled around and took my place at the other line. As I stood there, I looked out at the crowd. My parents weren’t there of course. They never were, nor would they ever be. I caught sight of Jason in the bleachers in home fan section sitting next to his parents, who I hadn’t known would be here. I gave him a half wave, which he returned eagerly.
Taking a deep breath, I took in the opponents. They were one of our biggest rivals. We were fairly even up talent wise. So, it’d be a close game. Those games made for the best games to watch and to play in. My personal favorite.
The scoreboard sounded and we rushed to our respective benches. The starters took a seat on the bench while the bench players formed two lines with enough space between them for us to run through, slapping their hands as we went. The called our names by our numbers.
“Number 22, Elijah VonCompten!” The announcer called and I bounded up and through my teammates to run over to the opposing coaches to shake their hands before I ran back to the other starters who had already been called and chest bumped them, our gamely ritual.
Smiling, I waited for the other girls to be called and for the game to start. We took our places on the jump, and the referee blew the whistle as he threw it in the air. Molly, who was now a wing player, caught the ball, threw it to me, and it was like I became a different person. I finally knew what I wanted to do . I could see all. I came alive.
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“That was an amazing game, Eli!” Jason exclaimed. “I’ve never been so nervous for something like that! Gah! I can’t believe you sunk that three to win the game!” Jason had talked nonstop since we left the gym and began the long walk home.
I giggled. “It was a good game,” I agreed. “Looks like all my extra practices paid off.” I shifted the weight of my bag from one shoulder to the other.
“How’d your knee hold up?” Jason asked, suddenly serious. “I saw you wince towards the end there.” He was looking me in the eyes to catch me if I lied about it.
“I had a twinge of pain when I planted so suddenly, but it was no big deal. I just need to go home, ice it and take some ibuprofen. It’s not giving me any problems whatsoever right now, so I’m not too worried about it,” I told him honestly. “So, don’t you worry, either.”
He gave me a look that said he’d keep worrying no matter what, but he dropped it and didn’t say a word further on the subject. “My parents want to invite you over for supper sometime this weekend if you have the time and can convince your parents to let you come,” Jason told me. “They want to know more about you, I guess.”
I smiled. It seemed we were getting quite serious if I was meeting the parents. “I’d love to come over. With or without their permission, I’ll be there. How about tomorrow night?” I suggested. “My parents usually work late on Saturdays, so I won’t have to worry about getting their permission.”
Jason nodded, “I’ll check with them, but I don’t see why it wouldn’t work. My parents are usually home in the evenings. I’ll text you tonight either way to let you know.”
We had arrived at my place. It was really late. My parents were home, the lights were out, and they were sound asleep. “You sure you don’t want to sleep with me tonight?” I asked him. When he turned red in the face, I took a step closer, enjoying the opportunity to tease him a bit. “We can continue where we left off the last time you were over and we were interrupted. Go a bit further, see a bit more, feel a bit more.” I was trailing my finger along his jaw, my lips inches away from his ear. I nipped at it, breathing on him causing him to shiver.
Then I turned and headed into the house, leaving Jason to decide for himself what he wanted to do. I took my shoes off, went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, I put the empty glass in the sink when I was finished and then headed upstairs, stopping in the bathroom to use the toilet before I went into my room, where I shrugged off my bag.
As I shut the door, and turned, Jason shoved me up against he wall. “What took you so long?” he practically growled against my neck as he trailed kisses along my exposed skin.
I smiled, “Maybe I was making you wait on purpose.” I moved my head so he had more access to my neck. His hands were running the length of my sides before they grabbed the hem of shirt and pulled it up over my head and threw it in the corner of the room. He went after my bra and unhooked it, claiming my breasts in his hands, making me moan in wondrous pleasure.
He took me and walked me to the bed, where he shoved me onto it and taking off his shirt, he laid over me, between my legs. He was trailing kisses from my collar bone to my breasts, taking one in his mouth and suckling at it, gently at first and then more forcefully, using his teeth to bring out another moan. His hand was on the other breast, pinching it, bringing it to life, as well.
“Jason,” I breathed, as I went for his pants. I rubbed him through the fabric of his jeans, and he moaned against my breast, moving his body against my hand. Soon, I had a hand in his pants, gripping him. He followed suit and moved from my breasts to my belly button, making me let go of him. He shucked off my pants and underwear, and took in the sight of me.
Jason, no matter what he did, knew how to make me feel like a woman and even more like a person who mattered. He genuinely cared, and it still took me by surprise. I couldn’t believe I was his. And what was even better, he was mine. All mine.
