Game Day Traditions

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Game day was usually a fun and relaxing time for Harris. He wasn't an athlete, but he went to nearly all of the major sporting events of his high school. Football was the sport most popular among his classmates, but Harris's favorite games to attend were basketball games. It wasn't because he was a huge fan, though he did like to support his school and his classmates. Rather, Harris enjoyed the sports since it gave him an opportunity to play in the pep band.

Football was the same time as marching band season, so Harris played the regular fight songs and marching band tunes during those games. During basketball season however, he got to engage in something far more fun. Harris was a percussionist, and during basketball games he got to play the full drum set. He even got to jam with some of his friends who played guitar and bass during the time outs, which was the highlight of Harris's time at the games.

As fun as game days were, they still were a lot of work as well. Basketball games were especially a ton of hard work, since he had to set up platforms in the stands for the drum set and then haul all the pieces from the band room into the gym. And then afterwards he'd have to haul it all back. The two spaces were quite a distance apart, so he got in plenty of steps during those days. But still, Harris loved getting able to play the rock songs the pep band played, so his mood was still quite cheerful and bright.

Game days were not nearly as lighthearted and easygoing for Morgan, at least not basketball game days. Morgan was the captain of the girls' basketball team, and perhaps the best athlete in the whole school. This meant there was a lot expected of her, and she felt the pressure quite heavily. Game days were full of tension and stress. Even when her team won, which was almost always, Morgan still found the days difficult and tiring.

In an effort to relieve some of the stress and make her game days a little easier, Morgan had a lot of lucky charms and rituals she did. She had started doing most of them as a joke, but then they seemed to start working. Her performance improved, her team won more, and more attention was placed on her increasing skills. As her athletic career took off she took her game day traditions more and more seriously. And now that she was being seriously scouted by some really major colleges, her rituals became extremely important. What had started as some fun had turned into major superstition.

If there ever was a game that she needed some extra luck for, this one was it. Morgan's team was matched against their intra-city rivals. This game could decide who had a chance to go to state, so there was a lot riding on the line. And the audience would be huge, filling the entire gym with screaming fans of both teams. The pressure would be intense, and Morgan couldn't afford to fail.

Morgan had her lucky socks on. She had done her secret handshake with her coach during practice. For breakfast she had eaten exactly 5 bites of toast, counting 5 seconds between each bite. Her sacred bracelet was on her wrist, she had recited the lucky poem written by her favorite author, and she had done plenty of other small rituals and traditions. She had done almost everything she needed to do to ensure her upcoming victory.

There was just one last thing Morgan needed to do, one last tradition she had to complete. It was a very special ritual, something she had only started to do recently. It had begun after a string of very close games that her team had almost lost due to some mistakes by Morgan. Needing to find a way to reverse her run of bad luck, Morgan had listened to her boyfriend's idea about a new lucky thing she could do.

When he had suggested having sex right before the next game, Morgan had rolled her eyes and scoffed, but after some pestering she had agreed. She was desperate enough to try anything. The first game they had tried it, Morgan had scored nearly twice what she normally did, blowing out their competition. That had solidified the new ritual as a key component in her preparations for each game.

But now she was missing the important piece to her plans, and she was becoming panicked. Her boyfriend had gone with a group of his friends and gotten drunk together, getting some booze from one of their older brothers. They had overdone it, and when Morgan had tried to do the deed with her boyfriend he had been too drunk to even get hard. Her plans had been spoiled, and now Morgan felt like her world was crashing down around her.

Morgan had arrived an hour earlier to the school than she needed to, and she was pacing back and forth outside of her team's locker room. The school was basically empty, with her coaches and teammates not even there yet. The cheerleaders, refs, and a few others had started to trickle in, but they weren't anywhere near her. Morgan had arrived early to try and get some alone time to find a way to deal with her current issue.

Her mind was frantically trying to figure out what to do. Morgan had become so reliant on her rituals and charms that the thought of going without one was crushing. And since this was perhaps one of the most important games of her high school career, she felt even more pressure. She was quickly becoming desperate, giving every single possible solution a full consideration.

Morgan had left her boyfriend at his house, half passed out and barely coherent, so she didn't think there was any chance of him recovering enough in time for them to have sex. She considered masturbating, wondering if just giving herself an orgasm would be good enough to trigger the good luck from the ritual. She discarded that idea rather quickly, not trusting that doing something halfway would be enough. No other idea even came close to being acceptable, and Morgan became more and more panicked. Despite how hard she was trying to find another option, there was only one way to do the ritual she needed to complete in order to guarantee success on the court. She needed to find someone, anyone, and beg them to fuck her.

Right as she came to that conclusion, Harris walked down the empty hallway past the locker room. He had just finished dropping off the last piece of the drum set, and he was now returning to the band room to pick up his drum key that he had forgotten. Harris preferred to tune the heads every time he moved them a long distance. His mood was still high and merry, and he was whistling one of the pep band's songs as he casually strolled towards Morgan. He barely even noticed her.

Morgan had noticed him however, and as soon as she had spotted him her mind had gone into overdrive. An idea popped immediately into her mind, but it was almost too crazy to consider. Still, she was in some dire straits, and she had to at least give it a consideration.

She knew Harris, or at least she knew about him. They had been in several classes together throughout the years, but they had never been more than just basic classmates. Morgan was a star athlete, and she was also extremely popular. Harris didn't move in her social circles, and the music department didn't have much prestige or influence among the various cliques and groups of the school.

Therefore, Morgan knew just enough about him to normally ignore him completely. He was a nerd and a band geek, someone she wouldn't have even given a glance at if she passed him in the hallway. But somehow that made her consideration a little easier. This was a desperate circumstance, and he was clearly a desperate choice.

As Morgan stared hard at Harris, she came to the conclusion that her only option was to try to use Harris to complete her final and essential game day ritual. The game was too important for her to not get every ounce of luck she could get, and failing to skip this one tradition might even bring down bad luck. Harris was the only guy around, so only he could help her with this. There wasn't time to wait for another option, she couldn't waste any more minutes hoping that some other solution would fall into her lap. Gritting her teeth, Morgan steeled her resolve to do the most insane thing she had ever done.

All of Morgan's deliberation had been completed in just a few seconds. Harris had walked from the end of the hallway to right in front of Morgan without seeing a single sign that the girl had committed herself to a crazy idea. He was blissfully unaware, that is until he felt Morgan grab his arm and yank him into the locker room.

It happened so fast that Harris had no idea what was happening even as he was brought deep inside the locker room. He had been so stunned that Morgan had mostly dragged him, and his shock was only heightened as she locked the door behind them. One moment he had been idly whistling and wondering what song order they should play, and the next he was inside the girls' changing room with one of the most popular girls in school staring at him. He had never been inside the girls' locker room before, though he had dreamed of being in it, so that stunned him as well. But it was the look of fierce determination and iron resolve in Morgan's eyes that shocked him the most.

Morgan was shocked by her own forceful determination as well, but that was just one of many volatile emotions churning inside her at that moment. Her body was tense, her heart racing, and her mind was a maelstrom of raging thoughts, hopes, fears, and desires. But she had one goal, and she was committed to it. She would do this ritual, no matter the cost.

"I need you. I can't explain this, but it's really important. It's so fucking important, and I need your help. I don't have time to try and make you understand this, so you are just going to have to go with me on this." Morgan exclaimed.

The basketball star's words came out in a rush, and she only barely managed to keep from stumbling over each word. Her tone was filled with desperation and urgency, emphasizing how serious she thought this was. There was no doubt in her voice, just an ardent and unshakeable resolve.

Harris was impressed by how confident and assured she spoke, even if her words came out so fast they blurred together. He was also affected by how forcefully she had taken him from the hallway and into the locker room. It showed that she was fueled by earnest conviction and a powerful need. The way her eyes shone with pure belief helped make him consider her words.

But it wasn't any of those things that truly made Harris want to assist Morgan. What convinced him didn't stem from any logical conclusion in his mind, but rather it was an impulse from his heart. And it had only taken a fraction of a second. As soon as Morgan had said she needed him, Harris had already been ready to do anything she asked of him.

Morgan might have barely even known that Harris existed most days, but the same was not true in reverse. For a long time before this moment, Harris had been nursing the biggest crush on Morgan. She wasn't only one of the most popular girls at school, but she was also one of the hottest. Her toned athletic body had been the focus of many daydreams from Harris, and he had often gotten distracted just thinking about her bright blue eyes. Having her beg him for his help was quite literally a dream come true.

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you need. I can help." Harris offered as soon as he could string the words together.

A wide smile broke out on Morgan's face and a relief flooded into her body. She had been quite worried that she would need to waste time trying to get Harris on board. Seeing that he was willing to go along without basically any explanation thrilled her. That joy made it a bit easier to do the next step in her plan, though it still required an extremely strong force of will. Morgan tapped into her iron resolve and forced herself to start taking off her clothes.

Harris had been excited by the pleased look on Morgan's face when he agreed to help, and that had quieted the concerns that had started to spring up in his head. He knew logically that being dragged into the girls' locker room and asked to help with something unknown was fairly insane. But his eagerness to do something, anything, with Morgan overcame that. And his willingness to continue was bolstered greatly as he watched with awe as Morgan stripped off her basketball uniform.

She started with her jersey, pulling it up and then tossing it off and away into a row of lockers. Morgan tugged off her shorts right after, taking them off very quickly and flinging them towards a corner of the room. Her shoes came off next, but she left her lucky kneehigh socks on. She paused for a moment after that to look at Harris's reaction.

It had already been like a dream to have Morgan take him into a private place and plead for his assistance, but seeing Morgan standing in front of him in only her underwear was something out of a far different sort of fantasy. Harris's expression was dominated by overwhelmed surprise, and he stared unblinking at Morgan. She stood with her hands on her hips, fully presenting herself to him. His gaze was intense, and despite his continued shock he drank in every detail of her body.

Morgan was fairly short for a basketball player, and Harris was a good head and a half taller than her. She had an extremely athletic body. Her thighs were thick and powerful, her narrow waist highlighted her well developed abs, and her ass had been made plump and big from squats. But there was also a softness to her figure, a pleasant gentleness to her curves that Harris could see even with her underwear obscuring some of them.

Her sports bra looked a size too small for her large breasts. Harris got a teasing hint of her tits as portions spilled out from the sides, the bottom, and the top of her bra. Morgan had always had a hard time keeping her breasts contained during games, and right then they seemed ready to burst out. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied into two tight braids, and fingernails were painted the soft blue of the school colors.

To her surprise Morgan enjoyed Harris's hungry gaze. Seeing the pure delight in his eyes as he focused on her body made her feel sexy and beautiful. There was nothing critical or judgement in the way he looked at her, just eager enjoyment. Morgan felt a warmth spread through her body, and she started to get aroused in a way she had not expected.

Harris eagerly memorized every detail of her gorgeous figure, wanting to lock this moment forever in his mind. He could have stared longingly at Morgan for hours and still have wanted more time to gaze at her beauty. However, Morgan only gave him a few moments to admire her body before she put it into action. Stepping forward, Morgan guided Harris to press his back against some nearby lockers and then dropped down to her knees.

Doing this was a struggle for Morgan, despite the appearance that she moved with assurance. She had to rely on her strength of resolve and determination to power past her hesitations. Morgan didn't think of herself as a slut, so getting ready to suck a random guy's dick was a challenge no matter how committed she was to doing it. But she needed to get Harris hard so he could fuck her, so there was no avoiding this.

Seeing Morgan down on her knees in front of him made Harris go wide eyed and caused his jaw to drop. Morgan hadn't even given him a hint of what she needed him for, but now his mind started to flood with guesses. He was cautious with his guesses, since he didn't want to be disappointed when they didn't come true. But he didn't have to wait long until Morgan confirmed that he was about to experience something from his deepest and most desperate fantasies.

Reaching up, Morgan grabbed the waistband of Harris's shorts and tugged them down. She pulled down his underwear at the same time, yanking them both down to his ankles. Being pulled by Morgan into a space that was the setting of many boys' fantasies, and seeing her strip down to her underwear, had been enough to get Harris semi erect. His dick was big enough that by the point Morgan released it that it sprung out and slapped against her face.

Morgan jerked her head back in surprise. Apprehension filled her eyes, but she overcame it quickly. She was more surprised by the size of the cock than the fact that it had hit her in the face. Her surprise grew even greater when she reached up to touch and found that it wasn't even fully hard. Her eyes went wide and she took in a deep breath as she admired the cock she had committed herself to getting fucked by. Though it wasn't fully erect, it was still impressively long and thick. Her fingers barely were able to get all the way around it, but since it was growing by the second that quickly stopped being possible.

Seeing Harris's dick and holding it in her hand changed something inside of Morgan. Up to that point she had been needing to rely on grim determination to motivate her. But now there was a flickering desire that had been ignited. She didn't fully understand it yet, but Morgan felt a stirring of passion and lust inside her. Those new feelings grew just like the cock in her hand did.

While Morgan took a few moments to study Harris's cock, Harris tried to come to terms with what was happening. He had been stunned before by what Morgan had done, but this was beyond what his mind could process. It took several seconds for Harris to even believe that Morgan was actually holding his cock. He almost didn't want to accept what his eyes were telling him, since it seemed far too good to be true.

It was the pleasure that convinced Harris that this was truly happening. Morgan's soft fingers on his dick felt amazing, even if her touch was light and gentle. And when she started to slowly rub her hand up and down his stiffening cock a wave of pleasure filled his body. The greatest source of delight didn't come from her hand on his dick however. What gave Harris the most joy was the small glint of desire in Morgan's eyes, and the faint look of lustful longing on her face.

The two gradually came to terms with the influx of unexpected feelings at the same time. Harris eagerly received the pleasure, and Morgan more hesitantly accepted the passion building up inside of her. Morgan started stroking his cock more confidently, moving her hand up and down his long length. Harris moved past his disbelief and shock, becoming bold enough to start engaging with the fantasy that had been brought to life. He brushed a hand over Morgan's hair and let out a low and deep moan.

The sound of his groan fueled the fire of passion that was smoldering inside of Morgan. Her boyfriend had always been extremely quiet during sex, and he had refused to be more vocal even when she had asked him to. Hearing Harris freely let his moan pass through his lips was a delight that Morgan had been craving badly. And now that she had heard it once, she needed more. Her fingers stroked his cock faster, and she stared at it as she licked her lips.

Harris let out heavier and deeper moans, eagerly showing Morgan just how much he was enjoying what she was doing. He still didn't know why this was happening, but he was beyond caring even a bit about it. Morgan was giving him the time of his life, and from the look in her eyes she was about to make it even better.