*
Carter nervously tapped his feet against the ground from the bench. The game was down to its last minute, and if Avery didn’t do something soon it would all be for nothing. His team held onto a two-point lead, but they seemed to constantly be on the defensive. Coach Howzer stormed up and down the side of the court, every shot made the crowd swoon, and a few teammates had their hands together in prayer.
The seconds ticked away. Millbrook made a three-point shot, then one of the Springdale players was fouled and made both free throws, putting them back in the lead by one. Avery was still nowhere to be found. A stolen ball and a missed lay-up both seemed epic considering there were only moments left in the game.
There were twenty seconds left when Avery and Ms. Downing burst from the women’s locker room and collapsed onto the floor behind the end line. Their scuffling immediately drew everyone’s attention, including that of the cameraman who controlled the big screen under the scoreboard.
“Is that Avery and Ms. Downing?” Paul stuttered, awe-struck. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Avery was on top of Ms. Downing even though the teacher seemed to be striking the most blows. The seconds of the game dwindled rapidly, and it looked like the Saints would win unless something catastrophic happened.
Carter, leaning forward, peered at his girlfriend, trying to see what she was doing. It looked like she wasn’t fighting Ms. Downing at all. Rather, she was tearing her own shirt, but it was impossible to tell for sure considering the flurry of hands.
Putting one leg underneath her, Avery rose. Her t-shirt, completely ripped down the front, fell from her shoulders. Turning to the game and the crowd, she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on above her waist.
The sight of her half-naked body crippled the players on the Saint’s team and everyone who had drunk the drugged soda, causing a deluge of euphoric, orgasmic moaning to boom throughout the arena.
“UngUngUngNNNNAAAAAPPPPPHHHHHHAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGUUUUUMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”
While people in the crowd rolled over each other uncontrollably and the Saints players dropped to the floor in front of her, the Millbrook team was just fine. Completely unguarded, one of their players snatched the ball and made an easy two-point shot in the final second of the game.
“Noooooo!” Coach Howzer wailed on the floor, simultaneously reaching out to the basket and holding his crotch.
Beside Carter, all of his teammates were doubled over, writhing and shaking after blowing their loads. Between that and losing the game, their red faces twisted in bizarre ways, many of them looking as though they’d gone crazy. Carter, however, was fine, and he rose from his seat and strolled out onto the court amidst the cacophony of the sprawling crowd. The only other person standing was Avery, who looked down at Ms. Downing.
“I’d like to see your tits do that, bitch!”
But when she turned to see Carter coming toward her, such a bright smile emerged on her face that it looked like it would outshine the sun. Laughing, she jogged to Carter and jumped on him, throwing her legs around his waist and holding him with her half-naked body. Carter couldn’t stop laughing either, and he certainly couldn’t believe it.
“You’re insane!” he chuckled. “But I love you for it.”
“I love you too,” she grinned.
He brought her head closer with his hand and they shared the kind of passionate kiss most people can only dream of. Laughter sputtered through, but they kept their lips together anyway, kissing through their smiles. Suddenly, Avery jerked her head back, something dawning on her.
“Wait a second! Does that powder work for women too? Maybe I should’ve saved some of it for myself. Damn it!”
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