Nothing like setting up a spin move. I like these characters a lot.
A few days later, we were at the gym, playing a little one-on-one before Kim's practice. Christmas Day had been sweet. She had given me a fountain pen, and it was wonderful. She knew that I liked to write, and in the days before PCs, beautiful writing instruments were treasured. It was a deeply personal, totally sensitive gift. I loved it. The day had been light, her folks welcoming, and they seemed to have no hint of the intense passion we had shared the night before.
But we did. Subtly, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, even if it was just holding hands sitting on the sofa. We traded knowing smiles, and silly winks. When her parents were out of the room, we would steal little kisses. We laughed a lot. We ate a lot. We started to fall in love, I think.
"I need more of last night," Kim would whisper every time her parents left the room. "I want to make you a habit."
I blushed. She laughed.
Now, in the gym, she dribbled and backed into me. I was fully expecting the spin move, but wasn't sure whether it would be to the right or left. It was neither. She just ground her butt into my crotch, bouncing the ball a little harder. Here, with basketball season in full swing, she was in top physical shape. The best butt in the universe was just that much more firm, tight, and lovely. Grinding into my groin, it couldn't miss having a profound effect. I looked at the shapely back before me, from the long blonde ponytail, strong yet delicate shoulders, graceful arms through rolled-up sleeves, and long curves into a lovely waist, flaring out to slim hips. For my tastes, perfect. Not to mention that her butt sat atop a perfect set of long, long legs. I might have actually drooled as I took this all in.
"Umm," she purred as she ground into me. "Am I making you hard?"
Yup. And I said as much.
"Good!" And she spun left for an easy layup.
"No fair!" I yelped.
She came up and kissed my nose. "All's fair in love and war, big fella." She kept the ball.
And have I mentioned lately that Kim sparkled? She glowed. She radiated a sweetness, a lightness that was so appealing. Always appearing to be happy, she had a quick smile, and a ready laugh. And, it seemed, she wanted to be my girl. I know that I couldn't have been happier, or more honored, to be the object of her affections, even if I really didn't understand why I had been chosen. She was everything The Girl Next Door should be, outside and, especially, inside. Plus, she was apparently learning to love sex.
Backing into me again, she resumed grinding herself into my groin. This time, I grabbed her hips and ground back, my dick finding the crack of her butt and rubbing in it. Fortunately, we were the only ones in the gym. Yup, I was hard, all right.
"No fair!" she yelled. "Foul! Illegal use of the hands!" But she kept grinding.
"Are you complaining?" I asked, hands still pulling her close, sausage still grinding between the buns.
"Well," she paused, grinding back. "No. But it's very frustrating."
"Because I'm preventing your spin move?" I asked, with a little mischief in my voice.
"Not exactly," she replied. "It's because there are so many layers of clothes between us."
I thought quickly. "Come on. Boys locker room. No one will be in there with the girls' practice up next."
She came up and pressed against me, looking up into my eyes. "Do you dribble before you shoot, big boy?"
"You mean, basketball?" I teased.
She shook her head slightly, once. I kissed her nose. "A guy doesn't kiss and tell. Race you!"
We ran to and through the door. I pressed her up against the lockers and kissed her deeply. She responded by hiking up her legs and wrapping them around my waist. I was holding her up. We kissed and kissed.
"I can't wait," she breathed. "I've got to have you!" She let herself down, and in a few quick moves had shed all her clothes. A few more helped me out of mine. She pulled me close and backed against the lockers, her legs once again circling my waist. "Where were we?" Reaching between us, she guided my cock to her opening and impaled herself on it, burying me to the hilt in one swift move. "Yes!" she moaned. "This is what I need." She started to move her hips, moving my cock in and out. I put my arms under her knees to help hold her up, and could bounce her a little as she moved. I felt my cock sliding in and out. I wasn't going to last, that was for sure.
