I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... win."

"Sure, so I guess it's just us in here tonight."

"Well, it is a Thursday. Let's play to ten. My legs are killing me?"

"Okay, you get the ball first; outside shots are three, and inside are twos. Not trying to be here all day. Any questions?"

"Nope, check." Throw the ball at her, and she smirked at me, thinking this would be an easy win for her. She passes it back to me and gets into position for defense. Watching her move down, extending arms, gave me flashbacks of watching her play all those years ago. But I have to burst her bubble. "Is it? Make it, take it." I say to her, catching her off guard.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool." I put my arms up to shoot, and she doesn't block it. No respect, I release my shot and swish in. "Nothing but net."

"Lucky Shot." She says as she gets the ball and passes it back to me. I square up again for a shot, and she tilts her head, almost second-guessing herself, and lets me shoot.

"Swish," I say as it goes in again.

"Okay." She says, grabbing the ball and passing it back to me. She gets up close to me, pressing her body into mine.

"Well, hello. Respecting my shot now, I see."

"Yeah, none of that bullshit. You are going to have to work for points from now on." I turn my body and push into her, but she doesn't budge. "Is that it?" She says, smiling at me.

I fake left, then moved to the right, and she didn't buy it. The ball is knocked from my hands, and she quickly recovers it, takes it out to the top of the ...

... key, and looks me dead in my soul as if she is going to run me over. I squared, ready to take her full force as she drove towards the goals. We meet in the post, and she turns her back to move closer. She was using her hips to push into me.

"That's not fair." I saw as I grabbed onto her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing defense."

"You're groping me."

"This is street ball! Megan, there are no rules." I yell at her as I work my hands up towards her breast. She quickly raised her right foot and slammed it down on my left. The pain was instant, just as the lay-up she made as I checked my foot to see if it was broken. {We are good, just immense pain.}

"There are no rules, right?" She says, smiling at me.

"I'm still winning."

"For now, and will you ever get the back again anyway? Make it, take it, right?"

"Real cocky for someone with just two points." I pass the ball to her.

"For now!" Megan says as she drives up the court again. She backs up to me again and stops once we are inside; the paint turns to hook the ball into the basket. She walks back up to the top of the key, smiling at me. "Too easy, so easy I will do it again." She says..wait...she scored again.

"I wasn't ready."

"What is that thing you usually say to us? "Stay Woke." She says, walking back to the key again.

"It was a lucky Shot," I say, making bunny ears with my hands, grabbing the ball, and passing it back to her. She feints, driving in, making my body turn inside, then ...