The game...

Beth sat on the second row of the bleachers and enjoyed the three-on-three action. Dwight was shorter than John by about two inches, but he was wider, more muscular. John was tall, but leaner, and what he had in reach, Dwight made up for in speed. Dwight and his team played in skins and Beth lost herself in drooling over the display of muscle and sweat. Her loins twitched and she had to keep shifting her seat to adjust herself. It seemed hotter than just for the sake of the sun, and she quickly drained her drink.
She cheered when Dwight's team scored four unanswered buckets to tie it up, and even more when Dwight dunked over John for the game winner. She wondered if John was going to get mad about it, but all he did was give Dwight a high five and tell him he was going to get him back the next game while looking a little disappointedly at Beth.
For her part, she suddenly remembered her offer of a reward for the winner of the first game.
"Good hustle out there..." she threw a towel at Dwight as he came over to drink his gatorade.
"Thanks, baby." His smile melted her insides a little. He had big dimples and a round, friendly face despite his powerful physique.
"So... about that reward..." she murmured.
"Ah, don't sweat it, I know you were just gassing us up..." he shook his head, but Beth laid a hand on his arm.
"No, no no... that's no good..." she felt butterflies in her stomach. Easy girl...he's so fine, though... "I mean what I say.."