Play her opponent.

Sarah was fairly certain she had never blushed so deep a shade of crimson. She wasn’t going to out-shoot Drew. Her only hope was to distract him.

She dribbled up to the free throw line. Not the most difficult shot, but she needed something simple as she started out, until she could get her nerves under control.

After a few deep breaths, she lofted her shot and banked it in off the backboard. Drew strode past her to pick the ball up, and she found herself staring as he bent over, admiring the shape of his buttocks beneath the fabric of his boxers. As he stood up and walked towards her, she took a breath and walked toward him, heading for the spot beneath the basket.

As he walked by, he gave her a little wink, a broad smile spreading over his handsome features. “Is your little pussy shaved for me?” he murmured to her. Sarah was glad she had a few steps to re-compose herself before turning to face him.

He was lazily dribbling at the free throw line, lining up his shot. ‘This is it,’ Sarah thought. Closing her eyes, she began to run her hands over her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them towards each other. The rhythm of the ball’s bounces suddenly changed, the bounces coming much closer together--had she surprised him? Had he dropped the ball?

When she opened her eyes, he had the ball, and his big dark eyes were fixed upon her. He quickly looked away, shifting his focus to the hoop, trying to line up the shot. Sarah kept her eyes trained on his as she brought the tips of her fingers to circle the hardened nubs of her nipples, feeling the pleasure of her gentle touches trickle through her body, biting her lips to stifle a soft moan. He glanced to her again, then returned his eyes to the basket.

He was just about to shoot, so Sarah gave her nipples a rough pinch; the sensation surged through her like fire, and she let out a moan just moments before Drew released his shot. It bricked off the rim, provoking a chorus of groans from the other young men who were watching.

Drew strode up to her, his eyes fixed upon hers, alive with hunger. A glance down showed her that his cock was straining for freedom from his now very tented boxers.

“Hope you know what you’re doing,” he quietly said, a slightly wolfish grin spreading across his face. “If you keep up that teasing and don’t win, I’m going to stretch you in ways you’ve never been stretched before.”

Sarah looked away, denying him the satisfaction of seeing the effect his words had upon her; instead, she just hooked her hands in his boxers and, with a sharp tug, sent them slipping to the ground. His cock spring out, straining up towards her; his thick caramel-colored shaft and its bulbous head promised to back him up, that it would stretch her more than she’d ever been stretched if he slipped it insider her.

As a chant of “Suck it! Suck it!” rose from the peanut gallery, Sarah realized she’d been staring a little too long. She **** herself to turn away as Drew, with a chuckle, retrieved the ball.

He made his way to the top of the lane, lining up another three-pointer. Sarah knew she would have a hard time matching the shot if he made it; she needed to keep the distractions coming. She planted her feet beneath the basket, listening for a moment to the sound of Drew bouncing the ball before leaning forward, wrapping her two hands around the pole that the basket hung from. Turning her head over her shoulder, she stared back at Drew, trying to catch his dark eyes with her gaze as she began to grind her hips suggestively against the air.

‘Would this be how he would fuck me?’ she wondered as she ran a hand suggestively down her side, caressing her thigh before trailing up to rub the cheek of her butt. He watched her for just a moment before breaking his gaze again, bouncing the ball twice, and looking to the hoop once more. His shot clanged harmlessly off the rim.

Sarah became aware her breaths were flowing shallow and fast, and she felt a thrill run through her as her new tactics continued to work. Was she actually enjoying this? She collected the ball and went to a spot along the baseline, trying to slow her breathing, closing her eyes for a moment to clear her head. What she found when she opened them caught her off-guard.

Drew was standing beneath the basket, his dark eyes fixed upon hers as he slowly ran his big hand up and down the length of his cock. She felt her mouth dry out as she watched him taunting her, challenging her to beat her own tactic, sending a new wave of arousal through her. She flicked her tongue out to wet her lips before shifting her eyes to the basket; as she bounced the ball, however, she couldn’t shake the image of his heated eyes, the way he was stroking himself for her. Her shot just nicked the front of the rim, bouncing harmlessly down to him.

He smirked at her, his path veering past her as he made his way to a spot a little above hers, just inside the three-point line. “Nice to see how you’re dripping for me,” he murmured to her.

‘What does that…?’ Sarah looked down to see a dark spot of dampness upon her panties, and winced, looking to the sky. ‘Damn it,’ she thought. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but… it was true. This game was turning her on. A lot.

She walked very deliberately to her spot beneath the rim as Drew dribbled, then turned and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Let’s see how well you handle this.’ She roughly grabbed her breasts, which managed to grab his attention. She let her left tweak her nipple as her right slowly but very deliberately slid down her flat stomach and slipped into the top of her panties. Drew’s eyes seemed to widen; she allowed herself a brief smirk as her fingers slid through the thick brown curls, but the smirk vanished as she found her very wet slit and slipped a finger inside herself. She let out a little moan as her eyes rolled back in her head. ‘No. Focus.’ Panting, she sought Drew’s eyes; he was still watching her. She bit her lip, grinding her hips against her own hand as Drew took a few shaky dribbles, then fired a shot up. The ball hit the front of the rim, bouncing back to him. His erection showed no sign of retreat as he automatically picked the ball up, while Sarah made herself withdraw her hand from her panties.

Stepping up to Drew, she paused as if to taunt him, then surprised him by smearing his left cheek with her wet finger. “That’s the closest you’re going to get,” she hissed, before snatching the ball and leaving her foe, for once, a little speechless.

She made her way to the left elbow, bracing for Drew to try distracting her again; when she looked up, however, he wasn’t beneath the hoop. A quick look around revealed he had gone to have a brief huddle with his bros. Felicia, meanwhile, seemed a little shocked as she watched with wide eyes.

Well, she had to take advantage of the opening. Sarah took two more quick dribbles, then hefted her shot, banking it easily in off the backboard.

Drew collected the basketball, then walked towards her spot. Her eyes drifted to his cock again, watching the way it bobbed and bounced as he walked towards her.

“Ahem.” Her eyes rose up Drew’s dark, muscular torso to his smiling face. “I have a proposition for you.”