Chapter 56: Unfair Advantage

Elena stood frozen for a second, the towel still wrapped loosely around her damp body. Andrew remained where he was, shorts pushed down, his thick cock standing fully hard in the cool air of the locker room. The same heavy, intimidating size she had handled the day before.

She let out a quiet breath.

“You’re having this problem again,” she said.

Andrew nodded once. “Yes.”

There was no embarrassment in his voice. Only the same straightforward expectation from the previous encounter. Elena’s pulse was already elevated. The rough game with the winning team had left her body sensitive and unsatisfied. The unresolved heat between her legs had only grown stronger under the hot water of the shower. Looking at him now, she felt the same dangerous curiosity pull at her again.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll help.”

Andrew didn’t answer. He simply waited.

Elena stepped closer, still holding the towel closed with one hand. She wrapped her other hand around his cock and began stroking him slowly. The thick shaft was hot and heavy in her grip. She worked him with steady up-and-down motions, twisting slightly near the head the way she had learned he liked. Andrew’s breathing deepened almost immediately. His eyes stayed locked on her face, then dropped lower to the edge of the towel.

After a minute of the handjob, Andrew reached out and tugged the towel firmly downward.

The fabric fell to the floor without resistance.

Elena stood completely naked in front of him. She didn’t cover herself. The cool air brushed across her bare breasts and the wetness already gathering between her thighs. A small part of her mind noted how easily she had allowed the towel to be removed. The larger part of her simply accepted it.

She sank to her knees on the tiled floor and took him into her mouth.

Andrew’s cock stretched her lips wide. She worked him with slow, deliberate movements, taking as much of the thick length as she could while her hand stroked the remaining base. The salty taste of him spread across her tongue. Above her, Andrew let out a low, controlled groan and rested one large hand lightly on the back of her head.

Elena’s free hand slid down between her own legs. She was already soaked. Two fingers slipped easily between her folds and began rubbing slow circles around her clit while she continued sucking him. The dual sensation made her thighs tighten. Soft, muffled sounds escaped around his cock as she fingered herself more firmly.

That was when the outer door of the locker room opened again.

Elena’s eyes snapped open. She pulled back from Andrew’s cock with a wet sound, still on her knees, fingers still buried between her legs. A second player from the team stood just inside the entrance — one of the boys from the losing side. He had clearly been waiting and watching. His eyes moved over Elena’s naked body without shame.

Elena’s heart lurched. “What are you—”

“You don’t need to stop,” the newcomer said quickly. His voice was low but steady. “Keep going. I can join.”

Andrew’s hand tightened slightly on Elena’s hair. His expression darkened.

“No fair,” he said. “You lost. Losing side doesn’t get anything.”

Elena stayed on her knees, breathing hard, the taste of Andrew still on her tongue. The sudden appearance of the second player sent a sharp spike of risk through her, but it also fed the same restless hunger that had been building for days. She looked up at Andrew, then at the other boy.

“Andrew’s right,” she said, her voice slightly rough. “It would be unfair.”

The second player’s jaw tightened. For a moment it looked like he might argue. Then he exhaled and nodded once.

“Fine. Then I’ll only help you.”

Before Elena could respond, he crossed the short distance, dropped to his knees behind her, and pulled her hips back slightly. The next second his mouth was on her pussy.

Elena gasped.

His tongue dragged through her wet folds in a long, deliberate stroke before focusing on her clit. The sudden wet heat made her back arch. Her fingers, still between her legs, were gently pushed aside as he took over. Elena’s thighs trembled. A broken moan slipped from her throat before she could stop it.

Andrew’s hand guided her head back toward his cock.

“Don’t forget about this,” he said quietly.

Elena opened her mouth and took him in again. The thick shaft filled her while the second player’s tongue worked steadily between her legs. The dual stimulation was almost overwhelming. Every time the tongue circled her clit, a fresh moan vibrated around Andrew’s cock. Her hands braced against Andrew’s thighs for balance as the boy behind her gripped her hips and ate her out with focused intensity.

The locker room filled with wet sounds — the soft suction of her mouth on Andrew, the rhythmic licking between her legs, and her own increasingly helpless moans. Elena’s body rocked between the two of them. The earlier unresolved need from the court and the previous day built rapidly under the skilled attention of the second player’s tongue. Her thighs began to shake.

Andrew’s breathing grew heavier. His grip on her hair tightened as she sucked him deeper, using her tongue along the underside of his thick cock the way she knew would push him over. At the same time the tongue on her clit moved faster, more insistently. Elena’s moans turned higher and more desperate around the shaft in her mouth.

She came first.

The orgasm hit hard. Her whole body tensed, thighs clamping around the second player’s head as pleasure pulsed through her in strong waves. She moaned loudly around Andrew’s cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. The boy between her legs didn’t stop; he kept licking her through it until her legs nearly gave out.

The vibrations of her climax pushed Andrew over the edge moments later. His cock twitched hard against her tongue and he came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. Elena swallowed what she could, the rest spilling from the corner of her lips as she continued stroking him through the last pulses.

For a few long seconds the three of them stayed frozen in place — Elena on her knees, breathing hard, Andrew still partially in her mouth, the second player’s hands still on her hips.

Slowly, Elena pulled back. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to look at the boy who had been eating her out. His face was wet with her. His own cock was visibly hard inside his shorts, untouched.

Elena reached out, gripped him firmly through the fabric, and met his eyes.

“Next time,” she said, her voice still slightly hoarse, “make sure you win the game.”

She released him, stood on slightly unsteady legs, and picked up her towel. Without another word she walked back toward the showers, leaving the two players alone in the main locker area.

Andrew and the second player looked at each other in silence.

There was no camaraderie in the glance. Only pure rivalry.

After a moment both of them adjusted their clothes and left the locker room through separate exits, the tension between them still thick in the air.

Elena stood under the shower for the second time that afternoon, water running over her spent body. Her legs still felt weak. The taste of Andrew lingered on her tongue. And the knowledge that a second player had now crossed the line with her — and been deliberately left unsatisfied — settled deep in her mind.

The games on the court were no longer just about basketball.

End of Chapter 56

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