“Yes!” I cheered as the alarm on my phone went off, signalling the end of our game. “That’s three to one, my way. Pay up bitch.” I said as I jogged happily to Ross’ side. He shook his head and went to his jacket, pulling his wallet from the pocket he paid out twenty bucks into my waiting hand, thank you very much Ross!
“I gotta remember never to take you up on these bets. You’re going to send me broke, woman.” Ross laughed as he slipped his wallet back in his pocket.
I grinned at him like an idiot “Hey, we can’t all have rich families, nor have a frat house to live in.” I said, stretching my arms above my shoulders, pressing my breasts and hips out as I arched my back, stretching my muscles and relaxing them from the strain of playing against the college’s basketball captain.
I grinned at Ross. He was the sort of guy any girl could gaze at lovingly and hope that he would do the same for her. Chiselled good looks, athletic, smart and damn handsome with dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to go on forever. Yep, I was screwed.
I often had to keep from letting the green monster of jealousy come out every time a pretty girl tried to flirt with Ross. Mostly they kept their distance as they thought that Ross and I were an item at the college, but to my dismay it couldn’t be further from the truth. We were best friends and best friends only. As much as I wanted to change that, I wanted to wait for the right time, and I’d had a feeling that the upcoming Halloween party would be that right time. I just had to make sure I made the right moves at that party.
We walked back to the frat house, which was on the way to my dorm. Other guys took possession of the court, but I kept my ball, waving at them while Ross wished them a good game, good sportsman that he is.
We chatted about mid-terms coming up as we walked. He was studying business, while I was going to try to be a teacher, Physical Education. I loved sports but Basketball was my passion and had been ever since I was a kid. We met in our early teenage years when we both went to a summer basketball camp that catered for both boys and girls.
From that first day we were inseparable, I was always a bit of a tomboy, having more friends who were guys than friends who were girls. Dolls, frilly dresses and tea parties didn’t appeal to me as much as running around shooting each other with Nerf guns, building forts in trees and jeans and tee shirts did, that and basketball, did I mention basketball?
Arriving at his Frat house, we watched as one of the guys who had lost a dare ran laps around the house completely nude while the other guys threw water balloons filled with paint. We laughed as he was splattered in hot pink and purple paint that would probably dye his skin those colors for at least a week. At least they allowed him to wear goggles to protect his eyes.
Ross held his hand out in front of me to make sure that I didn’t get hit by the ‘girly’ colored paint. What a gentleman. Honestly though, if one of those dicks tried to throw one at me I’d catch it and hurl it back at them so hard that they’d be bruised black and blue as well as painted purple. They knew not to mess with me, I’d played Nerf wars with them enough times that they knew that they wanted me on their team, I’d sniped many of Ross’ Frat brothers. I was also a consummate Xbox player, Grand Theft Auto being a favorite game, that and the Battlefield series. I could kick digital ass with the best of those toddlers.
“Hey Susan!” Rodney called out as he threw a water balloon at the hapless streaker whose naked body was streaked with purple and hot pink.
“Yo, Rodney! What’s up?” I shouted back, nodding to him. “You going to be the horse’s ass or the head this year?” I asked him as Ross headed inside.
“Nah, the head,” he replied, pointing at the painted streaker “Logan, the poor bastard got the ass this year.” He laughed as the streaker wiggled his ass cheekily at the taunting Fraternity. “Here, give him a good shot for me.” He said handing me a purple balloon. I lobbed it hard at Logan’s ass, it exploded, spraying paint all across his cheeks and back, and splattering the green grass with purple at his feet.
“Bullseye!” I cheered. “Sorry Logan, Rodney made me do it!” I said with a giggle as I raced away, I felt the water balloon hit the grass behind me and was lucky that I only got a single spot of hot pink on my jeans. I flipped Rodney the bird with a grin as I ran towards my dorm, dribbling the ball expertly as I ran to my single room in the dorm that I shared with about a hundred other chicks at the college.
That night, once again I dreamed of Ross.
I lay in my bed in my dorm, the door opened and he stood there, gloriously nude. Yes, I knew what his package looked like, I’d ‘accidentally’ walked in on him in the shower once or twice at the Frat house… and he was well built. Everywhere. Truly an Adonis in the making, except he isn’t Greek. He stood there, waiting for me. My dorm was strangely spotless, so this was definitely a dream. I rose from my bed, a long silken nightgown flowing from my lithe body (yep, as I said, a dream, I usually sleep in shorts and a tank top) His beautiful cock was hard for me already, I could feel his lust-filled gaze on my body as he approached me.
Strong hands took my face as his lush lips crashed savagely against mine. His tongue slipping between my parted lips to delve and play freely in my mouth. Slipping and sliding against my tongue he tasted me. My pussy clenched as his hands slipped from my face and roamed my body. Caressing my curves, teasing my nipples with fingers and thumb. I opened my mouth and moan as his mouth latched hard onto a nipple and he sucked hard like a man starved of a tit. His fingers slip between my legs to find my pussy wet with anticipation for entry of another digit… the one that is standing erect between his legs.
Ross fingered me, softly teasing my folds before he slipped in one, two, and then three fingers. I rode him hard, spreading my legs for him, as he shifted his hand and replaced his fingers with the hard, hot head of his cock at my entrance. He entered me in one swift, hard thrust. I knew I wasn’t his first, nor was he mine. That did not matter matter as I had him now and I would never ever let him go. He moved swiftly inside me, bringing us both so sweet release as his thrusts increased in pace and passion, my body heaved against his, shuddering in ecstasy as he finished inside me.
In this dream, I was all woman, not a tomboy, but Ross’s woman.
Ross
Damn, she is gorgeous. Long blonde hair, legs that go on for ages and what a sexy pair of tits. Yes, I’m a legs and tits man. I just can’t help it. She’s the one for me, I know it. The party is in full swing, and I’ve been seeing her for coffees after our business studies classes, she’s only been coming to the college for a few weeks since moving here from interstate and barely knows anyone.
And today, I even notice her full, rounded ass – Oh Holy Mother…the woman is killing me!
I finally got the nerve to invite her to a Frat party. The guys have all met her and given the thumbs up, I just have to get her to pass the Best Friend test. Hopefully Susan will like Becky. I don’t see why she shouldn’t. Susan gets on great with everyone.
Becky made a move that I just can’t ignore. Her hand on my dick makes me instantly hard and she winks at me. Damn girl. I know it’s on. Time to leave the house of the damned and slip on up to my room. I nod to Hank, who is, like all Texans, dressed as a Cowboy, not one of the Dallas Cowboys football team players, but a damn real cowboy, complete with two toy six-shooters, Stetson hat, plaid shirt and jeans with belt and shiny oval buckle, chaps and neckerchief. Of course the joker completes the look with a hobby horse that neighs and makes ‘clippity-clop’ sounds when you press its’ ear. Son of a bitch will win the contest for sure.
My ‘naughty nurse’, however, is tugging at my stethoscope. Our first Halloween party together and we come dressed as doctor and nurse, what a pair. We head on up to my room, where, as soon as my door swings to close, she tugs off my white lab coat and pulls the scrubs from my body. Oh holy fuck am I hard.
Her pert tits strain against the tight material of the costume that she undoubtedly got from a sex shop. I lean down and run my tongue across the tops, savouring the taste of her body on my tongue. Oh god how I want this woman. My bro between my legs is in total agreement.
I kiss her deeply, her mouth and tongue join with mine. I know that right now, this moment, our first time together certainly won’t be our last. I have a feeling that I’m going to marry this woman. I move her back towards my desk and turn her around. “Bend over Nurse, I need to do an internal inspection…” I say to Becky with a soft growl.
“Yes Doctor Ross.” She giggles. She bends over and the oh-so-short hem of her skirt which barely covers her ass when she’s upright, makes the final ascent to the heavens, baring her ass which is well… bare apart from the spaghetti-thin G-string that she is wearing. Staying in character, I tut-tut her. “Now Nurse Becky, what have I told you about wearing panties around me?” I ask, playfully, my hand rubs her ass, feeling her shiver beneath my palm, oh yes… she is just the right size for ass-to-hand ratio.
“Uh… I am not to wear any panties when Dr Ross needs to examine me?” she said, with a cheeky wriggle. I spank her sweet ass for the impertinence, then lean down to run my tongue over the curve.