Becky and the football team

Becky did not stop to question what she was doing. She had no time to do so. Besides that, if she stopped, she knew she would begin to feel guilty. But there was nothing to feel guilt about. She didn't choose her destiny, at least she had the right to enjoy it.

-Becky... Oh my god, my girlfriend will kill me when she finds out!-

-I said she won't find out. Now shut up and help me get dressed. Find something hotter than my old sweatshirt please, I want to appear as sexy as I can -

-Do you really need to get dressed? I thought you wanted a gang bang. Holy hell, I truly said that...-

-I want your friends to fuck me with their eyes first. If I'm already naked, that's half the fun taken away from me.-

Mark stared at her with a child like curiosity, like if he had just seen a previously unknown and mysterious animal. He was sitting on the sofa half naked, still unable to believe that he had the best sex of his life and was going to have even more.

-How can you sustain it? I mean, this lifestyle. I didn't know you before, but I kinda remember you were a nerd. When did you become...-

-Become what? A slut?-

Becky was angry, but she was getting pretty used to people not understanding her. Even Luke with all his good intentions and his childish love for her could not understand. She didn't expect Mark to realize what she was feeling. She answered with a smile, letting her long tongue slide past her lips as she seductively begun to massage her black nipples.

-When I understood it makes me feel good. -

Mark remained silent. The past few hours had been unbelievable for him. He felt like he was the victim of a spell casted down on him by a witch, and maybe that wasn't too far from the truth. He simply quietly stood up, and slowly walked inside his room to grab a tank top for Becky to wear.

"He's so hopeless. But in almost cute way. It's a shame my new body simply can't be satisfied with mere cuteness."

Becky took a few minutes to admire her masterpiece. Her clothes lied on the floor, stained with cum. Mark's own shirt had been thrown on the TV, hanging from the screen like the cloth of a wild animal killed by an ancient hunter. Shattered pieces of glass were shattered on the rug, what remained if a crystal vase the two had hit in their frenetic sex. The realization all that caos was her creation amused Becky, painting a smile on her face. She sat down on the sofa, breathing heavily, sensing the bittersweet smell of cum which filled the air.

-I don't have much here, Becky. You can take one of the tank tops from my time in the basketball team. I don't think the football guys will like it though...-

-They'll like it on me.-

She put on the tank top without hesitation. It was purple, with a roaring lion printed on the front. It was a mesh tank top, which meant Becky's skin was actually visible through the thin fabric, including her large black nipples which almost overlapped with the lion's eyes. The large armholes let everybody take a peak at her impressive breasts, while the lower end of the tank top barely covered her ass.

-What do you think, Mark?-

-I think you are gorgeous. -

-Thanks... -

-Do you mind if we drink something while we wait for the others? I barely know you, and...-

-You don't know me. You won't know me. We fuck when I say we fuck. We drink when I say we drink and now sounds like a good time to drink. But if you think I'll "open myself to you" or I want something more than sex from you, you have to wake up.-

Mark didn't have the time to answer. In that moment, the doorbell rang.

-Mark? What's the matter? You said it was urgent! Have you broken your father's car again?-

Becky smiled. She stepped closer to Mark. The boy was in his underwear, his thick muscles exposed for everyone to see. He probably couldn't tell, but since the beginning of his relationship with Becky he had become slightly taller and even more athletic.

-Shit... Yes! Ehm... No! It's very complicated! I... Oh fuck, come inside, I'll show you. Just give me a minute to get dressed.-

-Get dressed? Are you naked? Is Rebecca there? -

-No! Give me a minute!-

Mark rushed back to his room, probably looking for a pair of jeans.

"So his girlfriend is named Rebecca, uh? Maybe she'll enjoy my company more than him... One thing at a time, let's see if the idiot at the door is capable of some fun."

-Mark! You scared the shit out of me! If you... Good Lord, who are you?-

Becky wasn't disappointed by who she saw at the door. A well built young black man, with short curly hair and a golden earring on his left ear. She remembered seeing him hang out with Mark at school, but she couldn't remember his name.

-Come inside, I'm sure you'll enjoy your time here!-

Becky smiled. There was something entertaining in witnessing the look of pure confusion on the guy's face. His jaw literally dropped at her sight. She stepped forward, enjoying the touch of the cool air on the bare skin of her legs and arms. She made sure the young man could have a good view of her full black lips and her gorgeous boobs.

-I'm Becky, what's your name?-

-What do you mean? Who are... Who are you?-

-Your parents didn't teach you it's impolite to not answer questions?-

It was in that moment that Becky grabbed the young man's hand, vigorously pulling him inside the house. She wasn't surprised when she found out he wasn't putting up any resistance.

-So, what's your name?-

-I... I am Frank. Wait, where is Mark? What are you doing here? Do you know he has a girlfriend?-

Frank had witnessed many strange things during his time at the numerous parties organised by the football team, but it had never happened to him to be forcefully dragged in a room by a half-naked sex-bomb. He had seen pretty much every notable girl at school get wasted on Mark's or Thomas's couches in the past years, but the "Becky" he was talking to had never been to a single party. He was sure he would have remembered otherwise. His first thought was that he was the victim of a very elaborate prank, probably involving a hooker and that soon his friends would have com out of hiding laughing and with their phone in their hands.

-Does it matter?-

The girl pressed her chest against him. Frank felt her hard erect nipples push against his shirt, while her hand reached for the door gently but firmly closing it behind them. The room they were in was filled by a sour smell, almost like that of vinegar or... Oh God.

-You... Rebecca won't be happy when she founds out about this! What have you and Mark done?-

As if he had somehow summoned him, Mark then came out of the corridor with a pair of jeans and a large sweatshirt. As soon as he saw his friend he blushed, visibly embarrassed. Maybe "embarrassed" would be an understatement, as it was not an usual occasion to lure someone's friend into the arms of a crazed sex-monster.

-Look Frank, I tried to sto her but...-

Becky interrupted the conversation by forcing her tongue inside Frank's mouth. The young man at first tried to resist, but soon found himself unable to resist.

-You are a good kisser, Frank. Let's see what you got under there.-