She wants to be your hero.

There she is. The most wonderful person in your life stands in front of you and the only thing you can do is blush. Not the regular sort of blush either; the deep crimson blush that pounds in your ears from the overwhelming mortification of your crush seeing everything there is for you to hide.

"Howdy, Denise, do ya think you could help us settle a debate?—" Pearl asks, as casually as if she wasn't holding onto a naked boy, "—Y'see, I think this here Hottie's got a fine piece of equipment, the kind I'd like my hands on!"

Candy counterpoints, "And I say Sam could use an inch or few more. Why can't a guy this cute be a little bigger down there?"

Your heart pounds as Denise refuses to answer them: Although you're fretting over whether she likes what she sees, it's taking all of her self control not to jump you here and now. With a will of iron, the Amazonian beauty rips her gaze away from your erect penis, and asks, "What the Hell are you two doing to him? I know this isn't part of the act— Sam, are you okay?"

You look up to see Denise biting her lip in either worry or titillation. She's wearing a stage curtain as a cape; its fabric protects you from the ogles of about half the girls in the audience, and it makes her look like a superhero. A really sexy superhero. Blood rushes through your dick and face as you respond to her: "Denise, please, h-help."

Candy slaps your ass—full ****—and begins kneading. As you yelp in shock, the Asian bombshell asks, "Well? Answer the question already Denise; how's his dick?"

"Get your hands off of him!"

"That doesn't answer our question~"

"I said let him go!"

The giant cowgirl, ignoring everything around her, says, "Okay, that's it. I can't take it anymore— I have to!" And then; Pearl does it. She goes too far.

Snaking her powerful right hand around your penis, the freckled cowgirl chuckles, and then gives you an experimental stroke. And then another, and another, and another. You gasp and moan; wondering, mortified, how she could do such a thing— in front of your crush no less!

The look on Denise's face is appalling. An agonized cocktail of anger, jealousy, and arousal decorates her beautiful visage as she watches you get fondled by her worst teammate. It looks like she's about to bite through her lip.

"Pearl. If you don't let him go right this second…"

"You'll what? Start givin' him a handjob too? All ya' ever talk about at practice is Sam, and how good he looks shirtless, or how you wanna kiss him somethin' fierce— or how bad you wanna see his dick!"

"Pearl!? But he's—!!! But I—!! Why'd you—!?" Denise stammers, flustered. That series of accusations clearly struck a nerve with the gorgeous basketball player, because now your crush is flushed red in the face.

"Ooh~ sounds like somebody can't handle the truth~!" The cute cheerleader squeezing your ass teases.

Wait?! Denise likes you? So your feelings aren't unrequited? You want to say something to her, but instead, you let out a humiliatingly loud moan. "Oooohhh~!!…"

The cowgirl hadn't stopped jerking you off at any point in her conversation, and Candy hadn't ceased her butt-fondling; because of the two athletes' molesting, you start moaning and struggling, and that prompts your crush to act.

Denise primes herself for action, but…