Chapter 57: Rivalry**

Elena arrived at the court the next afternoon already feeling the low, familiar heat under her skin. She had worn the same tight jersey and shorts, once again without a bra. The thin fabric clung to her breasts the moment she stepped out of the locker room, her nipples faintly visible against the material. She didn’t bother adjusting it.

The twelve players were already waiting. The atmosphere felt different from the previous days — sharper, more charged. Andrew stood with his usual group, arms crossed, looking confident. Across from him, the other six players clustered around Tim. Tim’s expression was focused and serious in a way Elena hadn’t seen before. The memory of his tongue between her legs the previous afternoon clearly hadn’t left him.

Elena walked to the center of the court.

“Same rule as yesterday,” she announced. “Two teams. The winning side gets to play with me afterward. Give it everything.”

Andrew’s team exchanged small, confident looks. They had won the day before. They expected to win again. Tim’s side stayed quiet, but the intensity in their eyes was unmistakable.

The game started hard.

From the first possession it was clear this would not be a repeat of the previous day. Tim played with a focused aggression that forced Andrew to match him. Every time the two of them contested a rebound or fought for position, the contact was physical and personal. Elbows were thrown. Bodies collided. Neither of them backed down.

Elena watched from the side at first, then joined the rotation when the ball came her way. She could feel the difference in the air. The earlier laziness was completely gone. Both teams were playing to win, and the reason was standing right there on the court in a thin jersey with no bra underneath.

Tim was everywhere. He chased down loose balls, disrupted passes, and finished at the rim with a determination that made Elena’s pulse quicken. Every time he scored or forced a turnover, his eyes flicked toward her for a fraction of a second. Elena felt a slow, warm wetness gathering between her thighs as she watched him. He was playing this hard because of her. Because of what she had said the day before. Because he wanted the reward.

Andrew’s team fought back, but Tim’s side had the edge. The final minutes turned into a grind of hard screens, aggressive defense, and sharp passes. When the last shot fell, Tim’s team had won.

Elena stood near the free-throw line, breathing a little faster than the short game alone should have caused. A quiet excitement settled in her chest. It had been almost too easy. One private encounter, one unfinished promise, and suddenly the entire team was playing like the tournament actually mattered. The power of it sent a fresh pulse of heat through her body.

She looked at Tim’s group.

“You won,” she said. “Come on.”

The six of them stepped back onto the court with her. Andrew’s team drifted to the sideline, their expressions tight with frustration. Elena could feel their eyes on her as the second “game” began.

Just like the day before, the winners wasted no time turning the play physical.

They stayed glued to her. Hard lengths pressed against her hips and ass whenever she had the ball. Hands that were supposed to be playing defense cupped and squeezed her breasts through the thin jersey, fingers lingering on her nipples before the play moved on. One of them ground against her from behind during a post-up, the thick outline of his cock dragging slowly across the curve of her ass. Another came in from the front and deliberately bumped his chest into her soft breasts, the contact firm and lingering.

Elena didn’t stop them.

She let the touches happen. She let them rub against her. The previous day’s unfinished need mixed with the open, hungry attention of six young men who had just earned the right to put their hands on her. Her body responded eagerly. The jersey grew damp with sweat. The short shorts clung to her as the wetness between her legs increased. She was enjoying it more than the day before — the roughness, the deliberate grinding, the knowledge that Andrew’s team was watching every second of it with barely restrained jealousy.

The contact grew bolder.

During a scramble near the baseline, one of the players on Tim’s team stepped in behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist under the guise of reaching for the ball, and pressed his palm firmly between her legs. He rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts in a slow, deliberate motion that lasted a full two seconds.

Elena’s breath hitched. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out before she could stop it.

The sound was quiet, but several of the players heard it. The hand between her legs squeezed once more before withdrawing. Elena’s thighs tightened. The sudden direct pressure against her already sensitive clit sent a sharp spike of pleasure through her that nearly made her knees weaken.

She forced herself to straighten and raised a hand.

“That’s enough,” she said, her voice slightly uneven. “We’re done for today. Everyone dismissed.”

There was a brief, reluctant pause. Tim’s team looked like they wanted more. Andrew’s team looked even more frustrated than before. Elena didn’t give them time to argue. She picked up her towel and walked off the court toward the locker rooms without looking back.

Her legs felt unsteady. The deliberate rub between her legs had left her aching and wet. She could still feel the phantom pressure of that hand as she pushed open the door to the women’s locker room corridor.

She already knew what would be waiting for her.

The pattern had been established the last two days. A private problem. A private solution. And today Tim had earned the right to be first in line.

Elena stepped into the short hallway outside the women’s locker room entrance and stopped.

Tim was already there.

He stood alone, leaning against the wall, still in his practice clothes. His expression was calm but intense. The moment their eyes met, Elena felt the same low, dangerous pull she had felt the previous afternoon when he had put his mouth on her.

He didn’t speak.

He simply waited.

End of Chapter 57

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