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

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... recoils and takes a shot.

"Three!" She screams, holding up three fingers. "Just when you got the answers, I changed the question." I don't say anything; I get the ball and toss it to her. I awakened the beast in her; the smile on her face told the story. "So that makes nine, right? I'm just one point away. The question is how I will get it by taking a three or driving in a two."

"Heh, taking a two."

"Two it is." She drives down the court once more. I try my best to keep up with her. She backs me up again using her hips. First, she stops and grinds her hips. I can see her smiling, knowing she has everything in control. She turns to shoot after a sly push and pivots onto her right leg. She stops and grimaces in pain as she shoots the ball. It rattles out, and I grab the rebound as she tries to collect herself and hit the baseline corner for a three. She shakes her head and catches the ball to check it on me.

"You okay," I say, feeling guilty for taking the shot instead of checking on her.

"I'm fine." She says, slapping her knee to get right and in a defensive stance. Determined not to lose to me, but I can't help it.

"So, what will I do? Will I take a three or a two?"

"Doesn't matter not letting you win, Craig."

"Why not?"

"My pride won't let me lose this." She says with her face, looking at me with full intensity, gritting her teeth. I set up for a shot and saw her hands positioned to block it. I pull it down and drive down the court. She moves ...

... lightly quickly; I can hear her screaming obscenities, not because I caught her off guard but more so from the pain in her knee. It was the closing moments of the game. I pull, trying to lay it in the goal; Megan leaps up and slams the ball back to the ground. It all happened so fast, and It felt like I was still in the air when she recovered the ball and hit the baseline three for the win.

"Whew." She cracks a smile. "I win."

"You got lucky."

"Shut up."

"How's your knee?"

"It's a crippling dose of reality." She says, sitting on the ground and rubbing it.

"Still won, though let's go home; I need a shower."

"Yeah. Can you?"

"I can drive, come on." We get in the car and drive back to the apartment; the music plays on the radio, and she looks out the window for the whole ride, not saying a word. We get into the apartment, and she immediately goes into the bathroom to start the shower. She undresses and walks to the kitchen for a drink, bending over. Good God. "Damn, girl."

"What? Oh, don't look."

"Really.,"

"I guess we are past the whole naked body phase of our..thing." She shrugs and drinks a can of one of my La Croix's. "So, what do you want for dinner."

"What?"

"What do you want for..dinner?"

"Oh, right, uh, I don't know."

"Shit me, either. What do you usually eat after an intense workout over here."

"Well, oh..what day is it again."

"Thursday, and it's like 930 pm."

"Perfect, they close at 1030, and they are like a 4 -5 min ...