All characters participating in sex are at least 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction. This story does not contain any anal sex. As I was not an English major in college, I ask for your forgiveness for any grammatical and/or spelling errors. I've reviewed my work at least a half dozen times before I hit the submit button. There's plenty of sex. I appreciate any feedback and high scores that you post. Thank you. Enjoy Two-on-Two. -- NYBoss.
"Dad!" shouted Eli Simon to his dad who was standing about ten feet away watching the high school basketball players go up and down the court. Three games on three courts. His mind wandered back to his high school days when he was a basketball star, playing in the same gym. This was the summer league for some of the county schools. It was early July, and the gym was stifling.
Eli's dad, Mark, a successful CEO in a large hedge fund company bearing his name, based in Marlboro, New Jersey, turned his head, got out of his fog, and moved toward his son when Eli motioned to him. Mark, aside from his MBA from Harvard, also received his law degree from the same school.
Eli was the star of the East Brunswick High School (EBHS) basketball team, known as the Bears. A senior, he was a spitting image of his dad, including being the same height at six feet-four inches tall and strongly built. As such, he played both forward and center, just like his dad did over twenty years ago. He was entering his senior year and colleges were after him. With a high-grade point average, the top basketball schools in the nation were knocking on his door.
"What's going on?" Mark asked his son. He occasionally goes one-on-one with his son. The games are tough but youth usually wins out. He can't keep up with Eli. Mark was unmarried. His wife was one of the first to die of COVID when knowledge of the disease was limited. He hadn't bothered trying to find another soulmate.
"My game was pushed back an hour. The girl's team is playing next. Let's watch. My friend Taylor also plays for EBHS."
Taylor Reagan was, like Eli, going to be a senior. She was five foot-six inches tall, two inches shorter than her mom, Beth, who was also a high school basketball star back in the day. Taylor also had a high-grade point average and was also being recruited as colleges were interested in her. Her mom wound up standing next to Mark. As the first game ended, Taylor was running to warm up. She was the point guard/forward for EBHS. She did stop to say a few words to Eli. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Mark looked at his son. His dad knew that Taylor came over to the house to shoot hoops with Eli. Taylor was like a regular at the Simon household, shooting hoops and often eating dinner with Eli and her dad.
"So, he's your son," Beth said to Mark.
"Excuse me," Mark replied.
"I wonder where she goes when she carries a basketball out the door."
As he pointed to Taylor, Mark said, "I've seen her at my house shooting hoops with Eli, sometimes having dinner. And she's your daughter? I see where she gets her height." Beth was five foot eight inches tall. "And her beauty. I'm Mark Simon."
"I'm Beth Reagan. I know who Eli is. He used to come over to the house to shoot hoops and have dinner. All she talks about is Eli. And thank you for your compliment," she said with much sincerity.
"Nice to meet you, Beth. How is it we never ran into each other?" He was trying not to stare at this beautiful woman with sandy brown hair, with blond streaks, tied in a ponytail, and a fine set of legs tucked into a pair of short shorts. She was wearing Converse sneakers and a Crosby, Stills & Nash tee shirt, at least one size too small. Her breasts were round and full, perhaps 36C.
"Quite possibly because the boys play at different locations at the same time."
Beth was an Oral Surgeon practicing in East Brunswick. After a full day wearing scrubs, what she was now wearing was a welcome relief. During the season, she never missed Taylor's games.
Beth raised her daughter, with the help of her parents. Her husband left and ran to Brazil, one step ahead of the law. Taylor was five. Two weeks after he bolted, the U.S. Attorney sought to extradite the man back to the states. He had embezzled some five hundred million dollars from his place of employment, the Bank of America. With Brazil having no extradition treaty with the United States her husband was staying put. The crook was going to remain in that country. Beth was just starting her career and her parents were invaluable in helping parenting Taylor. She divorced him a short while after he fled the country. Her social life with men was, except for some lousy dates, non-existent.
"Haven't seen you here before," Beth chided Mark as she smiled at him.
"Hey, give me a break." This was the last game of the summer school league season. Mark was not annoyed. "Been traveling on business, sorry. I go to all his school games and AAU games." He loved sparring with a woman he just met.
"Let's grab a few seats. My daughter's game is about to begin."
Beth sat in the bleachers and Mark sat, uninvited, next to her. Eli next to his dad.
Not two minutes into the game they both realized that they knew what they were talking about as they were shouting encouragement to Taylor. At the first time out Mark turn to Beth and said, "Where did you play?"
"The old Bishop Ahr then Notre Dame for college ball. After that, I went to NYU for my MD and DDS degree. Taylor must have told you that I'm an Oral Surgeon practicing in East Brunswick. And you?"
"She did tell me about you being an Oral Surgeon. I went to EBHS then Princeton undergraduate where I played then got my MBA at Harvard then to Harvard Law. I'm CEO for a hedge fund I started based in Marlboro". She was forty-one and he was forty-two years old.
Beth said as she laughed, "We have quite a few SAT points between the two of us." She saw a wedding band on his left hand. "Does your wife come to the games?"
He guessed that she noticed his wedding band. "Unfortunately, my wife passed away at the beginning of the COVID crisis. She had major pulmonary issues and when she caught the disease, she could not cope. She spent fifty days on a respirator and finally passed away."
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I asked. I saw..."
"You saw my wedding band. I haven't been able to take it off. He told her about his wife, an aspiring actor. "You are the first person I told what happened. I don't know why I did but thank you for listening."
She reached for his hand and held it for a few seconds. She let go when they both raised their arms in the air when Taylor made a great play. Mark had a hard time concentrating on the game as he kept glancing over at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Finally, Beth laughed and said, "Are you going to watch the game?"
"You've got me. I can't help it. You are truly a beautiful woman."
"Thank you. It's been a while since anyone said that to me."
"Then it's been long overdue. Now can we please watch the game?" he said while laughing
She grabbed for his hand again and held it for a minute. They watched Taylor's team defeat Monroe HS by ten points. Mark could see that Taylor was basketball smart with great skills. "Your daughter can really play. Next year?"
"We're still working on that."
Taylor came to the bleachers to sit next to her mom. Eli had left the bleachers at halftime to meet with his coach and teammates. "Taylor," Beth said, "This is Eli's dad, Mark."
Taylor extended her arm and shook Mark's hand. "I know. Nice to see you again."
"Same here. You play a great game."
Eli's game against powerful Linden HS was a rough, but a cleanly played game. Mark found himself distracted by Beth. "People are going to start talking if you keep staring."
"And your point being?"
"I like that you are staring, but I think Eli would rather have you watch him play."
"Only if I must." Beth moved closer to Mark. He noticed her thighs touching his.
Eli drained a jumper at the buzzer for the win. Taylor was the one cheering the loudest.
After the coach met with the team, Mark, Taylor and Beth met Eli.
"Great game, Eli," his dad said. Beth echoed the same sentiments.
"Truly a great ending," Taylor remarked. She gave Eli a peck on his cheek. He was blushing. Mark and Beth just looked at each other and smiled.
"Hey," Taylor said. "We are going to the Colonial," the only diner in town, "for a bite to eat. You want to join us?"
Eli looked at his dad and didn't have to ask. His dad was just as interested in being with Beth as Eli was being with Taylor. They were given a table. The kids knew what they wanted. Every diner menu is the same so Mark and Beth also knew what they wanted. The kids ordered salads, Mark a grilled cheese sandwich and Beth a cheese omelet.
The kids discussed the upcoming season. For the first time most of the girls and boys varsity teams will be playing their games together at home and on the road. One game would start at 5:30PM and the other at 7:00 PM. They would alternate times. The JV teams would play their games at 5:30PM and the second at 7:00 PM.
Eli said, "You guys will be able to watch our games together." Not realizing what he said he laughed and began to speak, "I mean..."
"We know what you mean," said his dad. Beth just nodded her agreement. It was her turn to start blushing.
They talked about next year. Both are at the top of their class academically and both said that Princeton is their number one choice.
"Taylor, I think I may have mentioned that Princeton was where my dad went to school.
"You did."
Then the talk went back to basketball with Eli and Taylor talking trash to their parents.
"I think there is only one way to solve this is to get on the court." Mark and Beth, although not in prime condition kept in particularly good shape, helped by shooting baskets in their respective backyards.
"The two of you will run circles around us," Mark said. "How about I take Taylor on my team and you," pointing to Eli saying, "play with Beth."
"Both of us have training on Thursday at 7 PM. I know the gym will be open at 5 PM. Does that time work out for everyone?" asked Taylor.
"I'll clear it with coach," Eli said. They talked about "the rules" and then, Eli asked, "What does the winning team get?"
Mark chimed in. "We will have a BBQ at our house. The losing team must cook and serve the winners. We can do that on Sunday. If that works for everyone."