Practice & Cooking

Blake got up from his seat as the final bell of the day rang Finally, just practice left and I can go home he thought. Even though it was only Monday, Blake felt like it should’ve been Friday already.

He left his stuff in the lockers and went to the locker room.

“How is it still Monday!” Levi complained as he appeared out of nowhere.

“I know, right?” Blake agreed.

“Plus all this Amelia talk” Levi complained, “everyone was wondering who’d share classes with her”.

“Oh right, she’s a junior too, right?” Blake asked.

“Yep,” Levi answered as they entered the locker room.

The locker room was filled with chatter as the team changed into their basketball clothes as fast as possible. The football team should’ve also been there changing, but luckily for the basketball team, the football team was usually slower in getting to the locker rooms, so they didn’t have to face them.

Getting out on the court, Blake saw coach Erwin setting up cones.

“Blake!” coach Erwin called out, “help me set up these cones.”

“Sure thing coach,” Blake responded, “do I place them in the same place as usual?” he asked.

“Yes,” the basketball coach answered.

Together, they finished setting up the cones right as the rest of the team appeared.

Coach Erwin blew his whistle once, sharp enough to cut through the post-school sluggishness.

“Alright, warm-up laps! Let’s go, let’s go!”

The team groaned as one but started jogging the perimeter. Levi jogged backward for a few steps just to complain.

“I swear he waits all day to yell that.”

“He definitely does,” Blake said, passing him and nudging his shoulder.

After a few laps, Erwin clapped his hands together. “Dynamic stretches, same routine.”

The team started doing arm circles, warming up the shoulders and feeling the blood moving, some of the after-school sluggishness finally shaking off.

“Cole, that is not a lunge,” the coach called out.

“It’s artistic interpretation,” Cole shot back.

“Not in my gym,” Erwin warned, though he was clearly fighting a smile.

They moved into layup lines, balls thudding against the floor. Blake’s first shot rolled out, earning a low whistle from Mateo.

“Rusty much?”

“Just conserving my energy,” Blake muttered.

“Right. That’s what I tell myself too,” Mateo said, completely missing his own layup.

Next came conditioning, everyone’s least favorite part.

“Baseline!” Erwin shouted.

A collective groan echoed across the court. Blake dropped into a sprint, lungs tightening immediately. The team rushed to steal seconds off each other, sneakers slapping the wood in a frantic chorus.

By the third suicide, Levi fell dramatically to the floor, starfished.

“I’m dead,” he announced to the ceiling.

Coach Erwin stepped over him. “Great. Now run it again.”

The team erupted into groans and curses as they dragged themselves up.

Finally, mercifully, skill work took over: passing drills, ball-handling circuits, quick decision-making. Blake dropped into his rhythm, the world narrowing to the feel of the ball and the pattern of his breath.

“Nice footwork, Hartley,” Erwin called out as Blake nailed a clean spin move during the drive-and-kick drill.

“Thank you, coach,” Blake said, trying not to seem too smug.

“Don’t encourage him,” Levi muttered.

Scrimmage rounded out the day. Shirts versus skins. Blake ended up on shirts with Levi, Cole, and two sophomores who looked terrified to shoot.

“Relax,” Blake told them during check-in. “We’re not gonna bite.”

“Speak for yourself,” Levi said, already grinning at the opposing side.

The whistle blew, and the game burst into life. Blake cut through defenders, found open space and hit a clean mid-range jumper. Levi nailed a three to the chagrin of his opponents.

Coach Erwin stopped them twice to fix spacing, once to yell at Cole for celebrating mid-play, and again to compliment the sophomore who nailed a three pointer.

After twenty sweaty, chaotic minutes, Erwin blew the final whistle.

“Free throws! Ten makes before you go.”

The collective groan was immediate. Blake stepped to the line, wiped his hands on his shorts, and focused. One by one, the ball snapped through the net.

When he hit his tenth, he stepped aside and let Levi take the spot.

“Thank God,” Levi exhaled, leaning on his knees. “Now I can go home and collapse.”

“You? Collapse? Yeah right,” Blake said. “You’ll be on your phone for three hours.”

“Four,” Levi corrected. “Minimum.”

Coach Erwin clapped his hands once. “Good work today. Tomorrow will be better, I promise.”

****

While the basketball team was busy starting their practice, the football team was still in the lockers.

They’d only just begun filing in, right after basketball had cleared out, helmets tucked under their arms as they claimed their row of lockers.

“Yo, Keon, move! Some of us are actually trying to get our gear on,” Darius complained, elbowing him aside with zero real ****.

Keon ignored him, doing a little dance in front of his locker.

“Coach said speed. I’m building momentum.”

“You’re building delusion,” Seth muttered from the bench, flipping a page of his book without looking up.

Zeke, already half in his pads, snapped his chin strap into place.

“Let’s go. LJ’s in a mood today.”

That got everyone moving.

Max slung his practice jersey over his head, hair messy, expression focused.

“Quarterbacks aren’t late,” he warned, pointing at Keon. “Skill guys follow my schedule.”

“Skill guys,” Darius repeated, smirking. “Cute how you include yourself.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Bro, I’m literally the quarterback.”

Nico, silent as always, kept his headphones in while taping his wrists, only glancing up to smirk at the noise.

The door swung open with a squeak.

Coach Liam “LJ” Jennings leaned inside.

“Let’s move, gentlemen. Helmets on, pads tight, and bring your brains with you this time.”

“Do we ever?” Seth asked quietly.

“You don’t,” Darius shot back.

They poured out toward the field in a wave of noise, shoulder pads clicking, energy rising.

Meanwhile, the cheer side was already a different kind of chaos, music playing low from someone’s phone and high-energy chatter bouncing around.

Vivi, already slipping into captain mode, tied her ribbon tight and surveyed the room.

Everyone looked tired, it was Monday, after all, but she could feel the team’s energy buzzing under the surface.

Good. They’ll need it.

“Okay, people, practice in three. Uniform tops on, mats out fast today,” she called.

Sara Reyes checked her reflection, flicking her hair back with a grin.

“Vivi, I swear the football guys jog slower on purpose when we walk past.”

“They do,” her sister said immediately.

“They absolutely do,” Alyssa added, not missing a beat, “I just wish the basketball team could see us too. There are some studs in there.”

“Is this about Hartley?” Sara asked, “right in front of Vivi?”

Near the lockers, Jiwoo, sharp-eyed, and deceptively fearless, was adjusting her ponytail.

“Is it true we’re redoing that stunt from Friday?” she asked without looking up.

“Yep,” Vivi confirmed. “And you’re flying again.”

Jiwoo froze for exactly one second.

“Cool. Great. Love that for me. Gravity is my boyfriend.”

Anabelle, stretching with one leg almost at her ear, laughed.

“You say that every time. And every time, you nail it.” She dropped her leg and turned around to look at Jiwoo, “but we should get you a boyfriend, you’re long overdue for one.” she added.

“No I don’t need one! I mean… It’d be nice, but I don’t want your help.” the korean girl replied.

“You do you” The southern belle answered.

“ And also, I do nail the stunt. I’m just allowed to have a little healthy fear. Like, respectful fear. The universe is big, I’m small, et cetera.” Jiwoo said after a moment

“But you’re the best flyer we’ve got,” Anabelle said, nudging her. “And you know it.”

Jiwoo grinned.

“God, I love compliments. Keep going.”

Ms. Fiona “Fi” Alvarez stepped in clapping once.

“Alright, team. Let’s roll. Warm-ups outside. And yes, we’re doing stunt work, so hydrate now or suffer later.”

A collective dramatic groan filled the room.

“Love the enthusiasm,” she added, totally unbothered.

The girls grabbed their water bottles and poured out of the locker room in a cluster of ribbons and ponytails.

Out on the field, football was already jogging into formation. Cheer spilled onto the track. Vivi calling out spots while Alyssa directed the rest.

A whistle blew from the field.

Another whistle sounded from the track.

And with that, both teams started practice.

****

Elise Hartley pulled the golden-brown chicken parmesan out of the oven, the smell of melted mozzarella and tomato sauce filling the kitchen. She set the tray on the counter, letting the chicken cool down to room temperature.

The door opened as Thomas Hartley returned from work. As a business consultant, he had spent the day meeting with one of his clients, Caldera Engines, in New Aurelien, the region’s metropolis, roughly 45 minutes north of Resin Grove.

“Mmm, smells amazing darling” he said after giving Elise a quick kiss on the lips.

“Chicken parmesan” Elise said proudly, “I’m going to cook some pasta to eat it with.” she said.

“When’s Blake coming back from practice?” Thomas asked.

“In half an hour” Elise answered, “Why are you aski—” she started, but was cut off by her husband’s lips pressing against hers in a kiss.

She felt Thomas’s tongue probe her lips and she immediately opened her mouth to welcome the intruder.

The kiss quickly became more passionate, until Thomas couldn’t wait anymore and grabbed Elise and took her to the couch. Once there, he placed his wife on the couch and removed his shirt.

He kissed Elise on the lips and then he moved downwards, peppering her jaw with kisses and stopping to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck, using the perfect mix of pressure he perfected over the years to cause her maximum pleasure without leaving any marks.

He then pulled back and helped her get rid of her t-shirt. When the hem of the t-shirt went past her bosom, Thomas saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra and he dived in and suckled hard on her tits making her moan.

“Ohhh yes baby!” Elise urged her husband.”Right there.”

He suckled for a little longer and then pulled back and started undoing his trousers. At the same time, Elise unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs, revealing some lacy black panties.

He pulled them down and sat beside her on the couch and then pulled her into his lap. She raised herself and positioned his throbbing dick at the entrance to her pussy and slowly lowered herself making both of them grunt.

After what felt like an eternity, but in reality must have been around 15 seconds, Thomas was balls deep inside his wife. She took a moment to compose herself and started bouncing on his familiar cock.

“Ohh yesssssss” she hissed at the feeling of being stretched wide by his cock. Her pleasure was amplified when he started kissing on her tits, first licking around the nipple and then finally putting it in his mouth and sucking, eliciting a high-pitched moan from his wife.

Elise thrust herself a few more times and then she picked up her pace, her orgasm incoming at a rapid pace.

After a few thrusts at that new pace she thrust herself one final time, before she finally erupted in an orgasm that left her wiped out, sprawled on the couch.

Thomas pulled out of her and let her recover for a while.

“Hmmmm, you haven’t cummed” Elise said looking at his still hard cock, nestled in between her thighs.

“No I haven’t” Thomas said as he brought his wife’s hips towards him. “Want to fix it?” he added, rubbing his cockhead across her pussy lips.

“Mmmmm” his wife just moaned.

Thomas took it as a sign and pushed in. He bottomed out in two thrusts. He gave his wife a few seconds and then kicked into gear thrusting at a medium pace for a bit before taking it up a notch and hammering into her from behind, causing her to moan uncontrollably.

At the pace he was going, Thomas knew he couldn’t hold back much time, but he was fine with it, because they needed to hurry if they didn’t want to get caught by Blake.

“I’m gonna cum soon” He warned his wife as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Mmm, cum in me!” Elise said.

Thomas thrust a few times and “CUMMING!” he said as he fired rope after rope of cum into his wife’s pussy. The sensations leading Elise to cum as well.

When they finished, they went to the bathroom to clean up.

Thomas kissed his wife, but she shooed him away.

“We don’t have much time, Blake will be here any minute now and we need to get cleaned up and ventilate the living room so it doesn’t smell too much of sex.” she explained. “And I need to cook the pasta” she added

“Alright, I’ll open the windows, and you clean up and finish cooking, I’ll go change” he said as he kissed her. Before leaving, he lightly spanked her ass.

“Eek! Stoop” she whined, “I’m serious.” she added.

“Ok! I’m going!” he added, laughing.