Chapter 2: Building Tension
The squeaking of sneakers on the floor made it seem like rubber-soled birds weaved their dance inside the college gym, accompanied by the rhythm of the ball bouncing, the whoosh of the ball as it soared toward its target, and the muted cheers rising and falling without fanaticism.
I stood next to my boyfriend, Tom, who watched one of our old friends, Justin, slam-dunking his energy onto the basketball court. I used to play basketball and I admired Justin’s athletic figure.
I stole glimpses at his muscular back, and imagined how broad his shoulders would seem without his shirt on. His tanned skin glistened as beads of sweat traced their way down his arms; it enhanced his attractiveness and I felt my heartbeat sync with the rhythm of the game. All the while, I remained acutely aware that Tom was beside me.
The game ended with Justin's team snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Their jubilant celebration spilled over, embracing their supporters, friends, and family.
I felt separated from the crowd because of a preoccupation that gnawed at my chest, like a child hungry for attention. My eyes hunted for Justin.
When our gazes crossed, a pause played out between us, heavy with the weight of curiosity. He tipped his chin up and winked. I smiled, a little too enthusiastically, but he didn't seem to care. Justin was used to the effect he had on others.
"Sarah, it's good to see you again!"
Justin's voice was magnetic, which made it difficult for me not to stare at his full lips as he talked. I took his hand and tried to look poised, despite the flutter in my stomach. "You too, Justin. You played great tonight."
He flashed a smile. "I'm just warming up. How about that drink I owe you?"
My cheeks felt warm. Drinks with Justin? Was this really happening? I glanced at Tom.
A mix of emotions hung in his expression, impossible to distinguish which one was dominant. Was it anger, confusion, or sadness? I couldn't tell, but I knew I needed to address it.
Despite the thick air, both men engaged in a beat of small talk, discussing nothing much in particular.
As they talked, my curiosity grew into a burning question that I couldn't ignore - what would hooking up with Justin feel like? What secrets hid beneath the athletic exterior? I thought of Tom and guilt invaded me like a storm, flooding my heart with self-doubt.
When the guys finally stopped talking, I felt as if I'd been given a reprieve.
“Should we go to the bar?” I asked Tom. “ I think I’m going to call it a night, I’ll see you tomorrow” Tom said as he gave me a kiss and walked towards the parking lot.
I remembered what Jared had told me about Justin and the size of his cock. Could it really be that big? I thought about heading to the bar to maybe run into Justin and see what would happen but I knew people would talk if I was getting too friendly with him. I had a better idea.
The hairs on the back of Sarah's neck stood on end as she quietly pushed the heavy metal door open, the sound of the locker room echoing through with each slow creak. She hesitated for a moment, knowing what she was about to do was reckless and scandalous. Yet, a force stronger than her own morals dragged her body forward, pulled by a magnetic curiosity.
The rancid smell of sweat and decay mixed with chlorine and disinfectant swept over Sarah like a tidal wave of filth, but it didn't deter her from her illicit quest.
She moved carefully, her heartbeat hammering in her ears, creating a rhythm that was impossible to ignore. With bated breath, she opened the door, revealing a cacophony of sounds: benches creaked under the weight of bodies, male laughter rang out and lockers slammed shut, ricocheting off the walls like gunshots. Her pulse quickened at the thought of Justin being changed in front of her, and knowing that at any second she could be discovered stirred a hot mixture of fear and excitement in the pit of her stomach.
Sarah's breathing grew shallow as she moved through the rows of lockers, closer to the source of her increasingly inappropriate fantasies.
Then, as she passed through an open area in the locker room, Sarah saw him. Standing in front of his open locker, Justin was stripped down to a pair of gray boxer briefs, turning his attention from the phone in his hand to the row of shirts hanging above him.
Sarah's breath faltered as she caught a glimpse of his bare back, the sharp lines of muscle rippling as he pulled on his t-shirt.
The lustful haze that had been building in Sarah's core finally snapped as Justin turned around. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he exclaimed upon realizing he had a surprise audience, his eyes locked on Sarah's before widening in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, but Sarah could see the hint of excitement in his gaze.
She swallowed hard, her earlier hesitation replaced by a sudden burst of recklessness. "I wanted to see you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to see ... everything."
And with that, she took a step closer to him, her body buzzing with forbidden lust as her eyes roamed over the length of him. He still wore his gray boxer briefs, which did little to hide his impressive bulge.
Sarah's heart raced as she looked at him, and she could feel the warmth between her legs growing stronger, turning her insides into a raging inferno.
Justin seemed to notice the desire in Sarah's eyes and his smirk turned wicked. "So, you wanna see everything?" he asked teasingly.
Sarah nodded and Justin slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his large, throbbing cock. Sarah gasped at the sight of it. It was massive, longer and thicker than anything she had ever seen. It wasn’t even hard and it was larger than either of the two dicks Sarah had taken.
Sarah felt a wave of desire wash over her as she took in the sight of him. Her breath hitched as she watched his cock twitch and grow hard.
Justin took a step closer to Sarah, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body as he towered over her. He smirked as he grabbed her chin, tilting her head upwards so that she was looking him directly in the eyes.
"You want this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sarah nodded, unable to speak.
She could feel the heat of his cock pulsing just inches away from her body, and she couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch it. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling him twitch at her touch.
"Fuck, Sarah," Justin groaned as she began to stroke him. "You have no idea what you do to me."
She looked up at him, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, I have an idea," she replied, releasing him long enough to pull her shirt over her head.
Her perky breasts spilled out, barely contained by the lacy black bra she wore.
Justin's smirk grew as he reached out to cup her breasts through the lacy material. The tips of his fingers brushed against her nipples, causing them to tighten into hard pebbles beneath his touch. Sarah gasped at the sensation, her whole body trembling as warmth pooled between her thighs.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Justin trailed his lips down her neck, biting and licking at the sensitive flesh.
Sarah shivered in anticipation as she felt his hands cup her breasts, massaging them gently through the sheer fabric of her bra.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he murmured against her skin, gripping her tighter as she arched into him.
She gasped as he pinched her hard nipples between his fingers, pulling and twisting just enough to make her moan. Sarah's hands were everywhere, running over his sculpted muscles and tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
She was moaning and sighing, encouraging him to continue his onslaught, to take her right there in the dirty locker room. Justin's mouth explored her body, leaving a wet trail down her chest and stomach, eventually settling at the waistband of her jeans.
He looked up at her with a smoldering gaze and Sarah nodded her consent. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her hips, revealing tiny lacy underwear.
He wasted no time, pulling them aside and exposing her bare pussy. Sarah felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement at the same time. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this, but she couldn't deny the ache between her legs, begging for him to touch her.
"Fuck, you're soaked," Justin growled, sliding a finger inside her.
Sarah moaned, her head falling back as he began to stroke her slowly, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside her.
The feeling of his fingers inside her, combined with the sound of his satisfied grunts, was almost too much for her to handle.
Justin's mouth found its way back up to Sarah's, his tongue exploring hers in a passionate dance. His other hand reached up to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple over and over until it was rock hard.
"Fuck, Sarah," Justin murmured between kisses. "Your pussy feels so fucking good around my fingers."
Sarah couldn't take it any longer.
She needed more. She needed him inside her.
She reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock, guiding it towards her entrance. Justin didn't hesitate, he pressed the huge tip of his cock against her dripping entrance. Just the pressure of him trying to enter her made her gasp.
Sarah actually thought that it might not fit inside of her. She knew for certain that she wouldn’t be able to take its length and with how thick he was she didn’t know if any of it would get inside of her. She braced herself, gripping onto his shoulders as he began to push in. Finally Justin forced his way into her tight pussy, pushing the entire head of his cock inside of her. She winced with discomfort, but soon her moans of pain gradually shifted to moans of pleasure.
“Fuck! You feel so damn good wrapping around my cock, Sarah.” Justin groaned, as he slowly thrust a little bit more into her. His lips locked onto hers in a deep, passionate kiss as Sarah clung onto him with all her might.
Justin continued to thrust into her, little by little reaching an unimaginable depth of her. Each movement was slow and concentrated, giving Sarah's body time to adjust to the sheer size and girth of his cock.
The locker room had all but vanished from their awareness, replaced by a realm of white-hot desire. The echoing slaps of flesh against flesh filled the air as they lost themselves in this illicit act.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Justin grunted.
Sarah's breath hitched as he hit a spot deep inside her that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, biting her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure.
Justin's grip on her hips tightened as he began to thrust harder and faster, each thrust building up the pressure inside of her until she couldn't take it any longer.
"Oh God, Justin, I'm going to come," Sarah cried out, unable to hold back any longer.
Her body trembled as she felt the wave of pleasure crash over her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. Justin pumped a little more of his hot shaft into her, he knew that he couldn’t slam it all in her yet. She wasn’t ready for that.
Sarah's legs shook, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Justin pulled out and pushed her down onto her knees. His cock glistened with her juices, and Sarah couldn't help but stare at it. She reached out and grabbed it, pumping it slowly as Justin groaned above her. She couldn’t wrap her hands around it at all but she was gripping it the best she could. Sarah couldn’t resist and she tried to suck it, but all she could manage to get in her mouth was the tip of it.
"Fuck, Sarah, your mouth feels so good," Justin growled as she licked his throbbing cock. Sarah sucked and licked, flicking her tongue against the sensitive tip.
Justin tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her in place as he began to try and thrust into her mouth. He felt himself starting to lose control as Sarah moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that shivered up his shaft. He looked down to see her head bobbing back and forth, and the sight was almost too much for him.
Sarah felt Justin's cock swell in her mouth, and she knew he was close. She let herself fall into the moment as she sucked him harder, feeling his whole body stiffen as he came down her throat. She swallowed every last drop and continued to gently suck him until he finally pulled out of her mouth with a satisfied groan.
Justin looked down at Sarah, who was still on her knees in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He had never experienced such an intense and passionate encounter before. He reached down and helped her up, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, Sarah could feel his still semi-hard cock against her stomach. She couldn't believe what had just happened. It was reckless and dirty, but she couldn't deny the rush it gave her.
Sarah quickly tried to find her clothes and get dressed before they were caught. Justin pulled up his boxers and jeans, then helped Sarah find her clothes behind the bench. Their hearts raced, their breaths shallow as they tried to tame their wild hair and smudged makeup.
Their eyes met, and they shared a moment of silence, acknowledging the exhilarating risk they had taken.