To the Court

With Lindsey’s car moved out of the way of the pumps, she climbed into Kyle’s van, she’d have to come back for the car later. Kyle tugged her closer until she sat directly next to him on the bench seat of the van. He pulled out of the parking lot, his hand on her thigh. At the red light, he looked over, “Fuck, Momma. You got me all sorts of messed up.” He adjusted himself before continuing to drive.

The radio was playing Katropolis’s “Finger Blast Hero” when Kyle’s hand drifted to Lindsey’s crotch. He fumbled with the button and zipper using only the one hand, so she helped pull her bottoms down mid thigh. He licked his fingers before teasing her pussy, she reached for his crotch, rubbing his dick through his basketball shorts.

The bass rattled around them, mixed with Kyle’s fingers, Lindsey quickly lost herself to pleasure. His cock hardened beneath her hand, despite the fact that she’d all but stopped stroking him. He matched the beat of the music, the song building up speed and intensity, occasionally ebbing. A veritable guide to her orgasm.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat, her hips bucking in an attempt to extract more sensation from Kyle’s hand. She moaned, her pleasure blending with the backing track of the music.

As the song neared it’s peak, so did she. Kat’s voice grew raspy as she shrieked the lines before the big finish. Lindsey’s core tightened in her orgasm. Her head rolled back as lost herself to the pleasure. Her breathing was ragged the song winding down post climax, the vocals growing softer mimicking the post orgasm bliss that Lindsey herself sat in.

She reflexively took Kyle’s fingers into her mouth as he moved his hand up to her face. “We’re here, Momma,” Kyle said as she mindlessly suckled her sweet cum from his fingers.

Her vision came back into focus and she realized they were parked outside of a community basketball court. The fence around it had blue tarps attached blocking her view of the court, but she could see the hoops over the top. She blushed when she noticed a couple of snickering teen girls wearing BSU apparel pointing towards the van. Lindsey wondered how long they’d been parked, she hadn’t paid much attention to anything but Kyle’s fingers for most of the trip.

She pulled her bottoms back into place as Kyle turned off the van and climbed out. A group of 5 men awaited them on the court. “Bout time, motherfucker. We were about to start without you,” a tall black man said as he saw Kyle round the fence. “Woah, and who’s this fine piece of ass you’ve brought with you.”

Kyle was already clasping hands with him, Lindsey’s mind immediately thinking of the fact that her fluids were likely on the stranger’s hand. “Momma, here took a likin’ to what she saw,” Kyle laughed, greeting the others, spreading what trace amounts of her fluids remained on his hand.

“I’m Markus,” the tall black man said taking Lindsey’s hand. “That’s Jorge,” he pointed at a lean Mexican man, “Amir,” he pointed at the next man, an Arabic man with a trimmed beard, “Jaden,” the youngest of the group, a Black teen Lindsey guessed either a Senior or recent graduate from City High School, “and finally Doc,” Markus pointed at the shirtless Black man, his abs already glistening with sweat.

They all stared at her waiting, and finally she realized, “Oh, my name’s Lindsey.” Making her introduction also made her realize that Kyle likely didn’t actually know her name before now.

“Kyle, you won’t mind if I steal yo girl now would you?” Markus said with a grin, wrapping his arm around Kyle’s shoulder and pulling him in close.

“Nah, man Momma’s my pretty little cheerleader, she ain’t some cheap street walker,” Kyle brushed off Markus’s hand. He then pulled his shirt, “We playing?”

Jorge pulled his shirt off as well, matching Doc and Kyle. The teams becoming apparent. “We’ve been waiting on you,” Markus said, dribbling the ball, “But how about we make it interesting?”

Kyle was emptying his pockets on the bench when he responded, “What did you have in mind?”

Markus grinned like he knew he was going to get his way. “You remember that money you borrowed on the last poker night?”

Kyle paled, his back stiffened, “Yea, I remember.” It must’ve been a decent amount for him to have such a visceral reaction.

“Well if you win, I’ll forgive it,” Markus said, checking the ball to Kyle as they take their places on the court.

“And if I lose?” Kyle said, his eyes glinting at the possibility of the loan forgiveness.

Markus looked Lindsey’s way, “Our team gets to test drive your new toy.”

Kyle looked back and forth between Lindsey and Markus. He was obviously tempted, conflicted. Lindsey couldn’t believe they were talking openly about betting sexual favors from her. She coughed, “Do I get a say in this?”

The six guys all look her way, waiting. Kyle stammered for a moment, “M-momma, it’s so much—“

“Linds, course you get a say. We obviously couldn’t claim our prize without your consent,” Markus said walking towards where Lindsey stood on the sideline. “So what do you say? You willing to be our trophy for the day?” Markus was standing close, hovering over Lindsey, he brushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

Lindsey looked past Markus to Kyle. He avoided eye contact, it was obvious he wanted to make the bet, the money being too much to deny for a woman he’d just met not even an hour ago. But could Lindsey really reduce herself to nothing but a sexual prize for these men?