College Basketball - Behind Closed Doors

[darrenfate]

Welcome! The idea here is to go behind the scenes in NCAA Division I basketball and explore the concept of what could go on in recruiting and keeping the best of the best college players.

For now, this is a closed thread between myself and Chanaud. At first, there will only be two characters in this thread. There will soon be a lot of opportunity for other characters. If you have an idea for a character, just PM one of us. I can see coaches, cheerleaders, co-eds (can there ever be too many?), even college administrators like an AD or the University President. Enjoy.

The setting is the University of Florida, Gainesville.

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[darrenfate]

Jason Whitley

Jason popped open another beer on the fraternity house front porch. Rushing was just finished, and the Theta Chi had, as usual, garnered the lions share of new pledges. The grand wooden porch structure wrapped around three of the four sides. At times they had as many as 200 people milling about. Running over to join his jumping brothers, Jason sang loud -

We are, we are, we are, we are the Theta Chi
We're here to tell we drink like hell
whiskey, scotch and rye
the oceans filled with vodka
we'll drink the ocean dry,
We are, we are, we are, we are the Theta Chi

Adam was the first one ever to get in
Methusalah was the oldest to ever wear the pin
Samson was the strongest to ever get the itch,
Oh if Caesar were alive today
we'd pledge the son of a bitch .....

Jason loved that little ditty, it always fired him up. Not as much as playing in front of twelve thousand screaming fans at the O'Connell Center though.

Jason had the world by the tail. He had made it through the mill AAU, high school McDonald's All American. Highly recruited, he went to Florida because of the winning tradition, the babes, and the climate. Now a junior, he was a starter on a perennial contender in the SEC. At 6'5" he had good size for a shooting guard.

He knew that he had to hold back on the beer though. The SID had arranged for him to meet a reporter. Today, actually in just three hours. The SID had told him that she was doing a book on campus life of basketball players, and that she was "well connected". Great. First a woman. Probably some old hag who graduated from Northwestern in 1965. Wonderful. Jason sighed. He was sure it was too much to ask that she knew a damn thing about the game. Well, Jason my boy, put in your hour or so and ditch her. With a smile. At that thought, Jason grinned. There was some serious partying to do ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

I’m twenty-nine years old and still working as a journalist for the same paper since graduate school, theGainesville Sun. I’ve submitted my resume and samples to all the major periodicals, such as ESPN, Sports Illustrated and SportsNews, but not a single phone call for an interview came my way. All I need is one big story, I keep telling myself. A breaking story that will shock the sports world. Unfortunately, none fell on my lap as of yet. Recently, I’ve started to question my calling and wonder if I’m able to recognize one if it fell on my lap. After reading all the monthly’s, I decided to continue on. Praying for that one big story.

So, here I am breaking down the doors at every frat house trying to track down the Florida Gators’ newest golden boy, Jason Whitley. The public refers him as the next Larry Bird. The journalistic bloodhound tells me, there’s dirt behind every superstar.

I parked my sputtering, faded yellow 1975 VW Bug in front of the 4-Story Columned Historical Theta Chi House. My journalistic eye scanned the landscaping while I mentally wrote the introduction to a story…

It was a scene right out of Gone With The Wind. Tall oak trees towered over the white Theta Chi Mansion. Squirrels frolicked while sounds of birds mating filled the air in this serene….

Booming baritones broke my spell. I knew immediately what it was. It was another over sung annoying beer guzzling song. How many times do I have to hear that song?

Before I knocked on the screen door, I fluffed my long layered auburn hair and puckered my heart-shaped lips to draw out it’s natural red.

Helloooo???? I called in through the screen door.

“Hey yo! Whazzzzzz up????” A giant appeared with a Bud attached to his lips.

“Where can I find a Jason Whitley?”

 

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JASON

Matt, its OK man. I got it. Here's another brew dude. Party hard - no practice today.

Jason popped in the doorway, brushing back his long curly mop of brown hair away from his eyes. He stared at her for a long minute his eyes flickered over to the sorry Beetle in the street. So much for the well heeled, serious established "journalist".

You're early, three hours early. It's OK though, here in Gator country we're accomodating. Matt this is Kara, Kara - Matt. Matt here sets the biggest and best picks in the SEC. My own human wall, he takes care of me on court and off, right big guy?

Matt openly leered at the buxom reporter, making Jason smile. He watched for her reaction, and was pleasantly surprised. She didn't back down, in fact she almost imperceptably straightened out a bit, trying to get as tall as possible. This chick's got game. Maybe this afternoon won't be a total waste of time after all. Jason looked over his shoulder. To say the house was trashed was an understatement. Empty bottles and cans were strewn everywhere. His room, well you could forget about that too.

You aren't what I expected, and ah the maid service hasn't yet arrived. Let's walk down to Denny's its only a block away. You can buy me a Grand Slam breakfast. While we walk, you can tell me what you want. The SID was light on details. Matt catch you later...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

A wave of dissapointment flooded my face. I was hoping to interview him in his domain. They usually are far more comfortable there and are willing to spilling their all.

Sure, let's go. I suppose any interview is better than none.

My eyes scanned his length as we walked in equal stride. I read his stats, he's 6'5. Not that tall for a guard, I thought. Jason walked with a sure sense of confidence. Of course, who wouldn't when everyone in the sports field is calling him the Golden Boy. His confidence annoyed me. I decided just then to be different. The Golden Boy is going to be my ticket to fame.

"A booth in the back, please." I immediately too charge. Jason was busy waving at fans.

Seated at the table, I noticed I lost Jason. Scanning the restaurant, his groupies had him cornered. Young, nubile girls were fawning over him while boys were high fiving him for scoring the winning shot against their arch rival, Kentucky Wildcats.

My constant notebook, pen and tape recorder was in check. When the waitress brought my order of sweet iced tea, I've already made some notes.

Jason seems to have the world at his feet. He's exceptionally handsome, tall and a superstar. His long brow curls are the kind women pay exuberant money to copy, his brown eyes constantly shine with enthusiasm and his smile lights up with sincerety. I wonder if it really is sincere.

 

[darrenfate]

JASON

Jason loved the attention. He was a natural in public, at ease and confident beyond his years. He knew he was good. The problem was he was too confident. He had never met anyone like Kara who had her own agenda. Jason was so used to people young and old idolizing him that he had yet to learn that there were those out for their own self promoting ends. He was too trusting. That was about to end.

Jason flopped in his red acrylic seat the way most college people do, more like falling into place rather than sitting. He landed with a thump, then flashed a grin at Kara. He was ravenous and that Grand Slam breakfast was the ticket.

He looked over at Kara. She looked young, had that baby face thing going, although Jason sensed she was older than he. As he had held the door open for her, he had watched her ass as she walked into Denny's. Very nice. She strode with a sense of purpose, Jason could feel the intelligence of this woman. He was a sucker for smart women. Work it Jason. If you play your cards right she'll tumble in bed with you.

So, I'm all yours now reporter lady. What is it you want to know? The campus life here at UF is terrific. Warm weather, good classes, terrific athletic facility. When recruits come here, they want to play here. End of story. Now tell me something about you. Where did you go to college, Northwestern? Don't all beautiful, smart, journalism majors come from Northwestern?

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

A young waitress arrived at our table. Judging by her looks, it was obvious she was a local. She turned to Jason immediately.

‘The usual?”

“Yes, but you should take the lady’s order first.”

Smacking her gum, she turned to me disinterested. “And you’ll have?”

Of course, I would get treated like this. I was just surprised someone taught Jason manners. I’ll have a Grand Slam and a pitcher of orange juice, please.

The waitress smacked her gum again. “Right. Two Grand Slams and two pitchers of orange juice.”

Jason rambled on. It all sounded rehearsed. I wonder how many times he parroted these words.

No, not all journalists attend Northwestern. If you must know, I graduated here.

Jason’s eyes grew and he broke into a wide smile. “You did? Well, I’ll be. I don’t have to tell you how great this school is. You already know it first hand.”

I leaned into the table. I’m not here to interview the school. I’m here for you. I want to know, what is inside Jason Whitley’s head? What makes him tick?

“My head? What makes me tick?”

“Yes, Jason. I already know your story. Born in a small town. Parents still together. Three brothers. One girlfriend. Lost virginity at 15. Favorite color is black. Averaged 26 pts per game in senior year. Shot the winning field goal for Michigan State Championship. Won McDonald’s All American. Michigan State, Kansas, UConn and Florida recruited you. Big fan of Grand Slams and orange juice. Need I say more?

 

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JASON

The mood changed instantly, where Jason had been lighthearted about the whole thing up until now he felt chilled to the bone. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Kara with different eyes. Yes she was still attractive, damn sexy even. But there was an edge that had crept into her voice, almost prosecutorial. Jason didn't like it one little bit. And how the hell did she know about that 15 year old bit?

The OJ came, followed swiftly by the pancakes and egg breakfast. He ate swiftly and silently, every time Kara started to ask him another question he held up one finger as if to say, wait.

He strung it out until he was finished. Then he pushed the plates away, and called for another coffee. He leaned forward and in a low voice that only Kara could hear said -

Seems to me Kara that you've been doing some homework on me already. Homework isn't the right word though. More like prying into my personal life. I don't like it one damn bit. You already know far too much about me. This is a bad place to talk after all. Let's go back to the house, to my room. We'll be away from prying eyes and ears there. Two things:

1) How much more do you know?

2) I need to know as much about you as you know about me. So start talking I'm all ears. Let's go.

Jason stood and walked towards the door. He was sure Kara would pay and follow him. The question haunted him, how much did she know ~already~. There were plenty of things that he wouldn't want coming to light, and he was determined to keep it that way ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

For once, I was lost for words. I sat in the vinyl red booth; allowing every word to absorb in me. Before I had a chance for a comeback; Jason’s back was already to me.

Anger set in me. I couldn’t believe the audacity of this kid. He wants my story? No way. I don’t allow anyone in Kara’s head unless I want them to. So far, I haven’t found worthwhile to gain access to my sacred sanction.

My eyes narrowed while I sat there for a full minute. I wanted so badly to stop Jason and give him a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, my career was on the line. The big boss told me to not show my face unless I have a ‘story’.

Tossing the burgundy cloth on the table, I slowly traced Jason’s steps. I could have caught up to him but I wanted a moment to think of an angle. Also, I’ve always liked to observe ‘my story’ from behind.

Jason’s stride was long and purposeful. His shorts were baggy but the roundness of his ass was clearly visible. Out in the sidewalk, he slowed his steps. When I finally caught up to him, he demanded,

Start talking.

Once again, his words brought fire to my eyes. I had to remind myself to remain calm. After a few steps, I was able to answer him calmly.

I don’t see what I have to say could possibly be interesting to you.

 

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JASON

Jason knew he was being a jerk, but she had pushed him here. Jason was going to exert some control over the situation, He was halfway down the treelined block before she caught up to him. The pollen was heavy in the air, greenish mold had drifted into each shadowy bench and parked car. He heard Kara sniffle a bit as she came up behind him. Allergies. In a strange way, he got a little sympathetic for her all of a sudden. It's that damn protective instinct he had kicking in. Alright he'd give her one more chance.

Interested? Who the hell ever said that I needed to be interested in what you say? That all depends on your story. Look, you need to tell me about you so that we have a level playing field. I won't be at a disadvantage. We're either going to be equals or this interview is finished.

The fact that she kept walking with him, though silently was mute testimony of her answer. He hopped up the three wooden steps of the frat house porch and made his way in, holding the door for Kara this time. Mama would be proud. His room was on the end of the first floor. Grabbing large armfuls of dirty jeans and laundry from the floor he tossed them in a heap and shut the closet door.

He slid Tragic Kingdom No Doubt's latest CD in the player. Then he adjusted the volume on his gleaming Mark Levinson 38 S preamp. Fuck. He had forgotten about this. He hoped she wasn't an audiophile, uneasy at the thought that he had slipped.

Jason grabbed two Heineken beers, and flopped in his Lazy Boy chair. She sank in his couch.

Drink, equals remember. Now talk. Let me make this easier for you. Why do you need me? And what's in it for me? Oh, and since you sprung this on me, turnabout is fair play. When and where did you lose your virginity? These are the things I want to know.

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

A rage filled me as he turned the tables and was now playing my profession. The sound of him calling us equals brought fire to my eyes. But the thought of him winning as soon as I walk out the door smoldered the flame quickly.

Using the few seconds of silence to gather my thoughts, I plopped down on the couch with my bottle of Heineken in hand. Feeling something hard under me, I lifted my ass slightly and pulled out a paperback. Curiosity took over as I flipped the well-worn book over for the title. It was Hemingway’s old classic, The Sun Also Rises. Interesting. Never imagined Jason to have a literary side.

Laying on my usually hidden Florida cracker accent, I answered him carefully. “Well now, Jason Whitley, I can see you don’t give out interviews for free. Well, you want information from me, huh? Whatever for, I don’t have a clue. Okay, I’ll play your game. Let’s see. First of all, it’s obvious what I want from you. I want your story.

Shrugging my shoulder, I tried my best to act indifferent. My editor sent me here to ask a few questions for our weekly column. Guess he thinks you’re the up and coming Larry Bird. Frankly, I don’t think you have his size. But, what do I know? I prefer tennis.

I paused for a reaction. Nothing. Jason just sat there taking it all in as he sipped his beer, allowing me to continue. What’s in it for you? Truthfully, it depends on the story you give me. You have the power to play your fans. If you want sympathy, tell me how you've had a hard childhood, practiced every night of your life, worked two jobs to help support your parents and somehow managed to make the Honor Roll. If you want admiration, tell me how you saved your town from a major disaster or how you acted like a big brother to some under privilege kid. You want chicks; tell me who your ideal dream girl is. I can write whatever you want me to.

I took a sip to play on another pause A smile played on the corner of my mouth as I continued. As for your last question. Eighteen, Clearwater Beach. Anything else?

 

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JASON

Jason appraised Kara all the while she spoke. He thought he didn't need to spin anything fans or otherwise. She was talking a lot, yet saying nothing at the same time. Jason was getting bored, and fast.

"Look, you don't seem to get it. How can you be the next Christine Brennan or Linda Cohn without more moxy than this? I'll tell you what I know already. I know you need me far more than I need you. Here's an offer that will make you famous.

I'll sign on for a series of articles that chronicle this season. Sort of a diary, but it could end up a book like a Season on the Brink. Dickie V interviews me during tournament time, you are there.

Who knows, I may go pro after this season. And who will have the exclusive story. Why you of course.

Jason stood and walked over to Kara, stopping just inches from her face. Idley, he spun the basketball on his index finger. Softly Jason continued.

Now all this comes at a price Kara. My econ professor told us Milton Friedman once said "There's no such thing as a free lunch." How right he was. The price my dear is simply you.

For the duration of our deal, I can have you whenever, whereever, and however I want. No complaints, no excuses. Just sex. It will be our little secret. Well there you have it. .

Jason stood looking at her staring openmouthed at him, unbelieving. He grinned at her, he knew she'd take the deal. He had one more twist to throw in. He spoke.

That's all for now. If you choose to accept, meet me at midnight at the O'Connell Center. Door number seven my lucky number. I know security they let me in whenever I want. We'll have the court to ourselves. I've always had the fantasy of sex at midcourt. Tonight, Kara you are going to make that dream come true. See you then. .

He had walked her to the door, and Kara walked slowly to the old VW looking somewhat dazed ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

Slowly, I followed the gray stoned walkway down the steps to my VW. My mind was reeling as it tried to pinpoint exactly when the table had turned to his benefit. I sat in my car for a few minutes. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. How dare him for thinking he’s offering me an opportunity for a career advancement. And an exchange for what? Sex? With him? HA!

With a single push of speed dial on my cell phone, my boss, the editor of the Gainesville Sun answered the phone in his usual gruff manner,

“What”.

Only after I took a deep breath, I was ready to face my boss. “Hi Charlie, this is Kara. Listen….”

“Did you get the story?” He was straightforward like any other editor.

Ermm…Charlie, I don’t think he’s the story. Listen, I smell a story elsewhere. What if I write about groupies and their life following sports athletes?

It didn’t take him the usual second or two that he normally takes to think the idea over. “Goddamit Kara! I send you out to conduct a simple interview and what do you do? Come back with some other bullshit about groupies? The readers don’t want to know about groupies. They want to see their star player, Jason Whitley. Why am I even bothering with you? You’re a fuck up Kara. Hell, I bet you can fuck up a wet dream. You’re fired!”

Fired??? No!!!! You can’t Charlie. Waaaaaait…..I have a story for you…. There was a hollow void on the other end.

Charlie???

“You have 30 seconds to save your ass”

Think quickly, Kara! Hurry! Without realizing, blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Listen, Jason Whitley offered me an exclusive story. He said I could follow him for a chronicle AND he promised me I can interview him with Dick Vitale during Tournament time…

My voice trailed at the end at what I just did. And there was no going back.

“Congratulations, Kara. You’ve just saved your job. One advice. Don’t fuck it up! Click

I had to close my eyes and wait for my heartbeat to slow. When I realized I just sold my soul to Jason with the helping hand of my boss, I threw my phone across my car, shattering a tiny corner of the windshield.

Dammit Jason! Dammit Charlie! Dammit Kara!

Tears of anger streamed down my cheeks as I gunned the gas pedal, making my tires spin out of control as I head back to home.

11:00 p.m.

I was lying under my antique patched quilt, warm, safe and comfortable trying to wake up. My mind woke first. As soon as the day’s event came crashing down on me, my eyes popped open. Shit! The time. I have an hour to meet Jason.

Though I was hating this, I knew I had to look good. I needed my job and Jason was the only one who can save me. So, I took pain-staking effort on my appearance. My auburn hair cascaded freely down my back into perfect long straight layers while my face shined with youthfulness. Despite my regret to agreeing to this, my eyes shined brilliantly with the moonlight. I decided to wear my usual business black suit with the short skit, minus the silk stockings. After making a final check in the mirror before I walked out the door, I had to admit I looked good. Sexy without looking like I was trying.

11:59 – O’Connell Stadium

Before I opened the heavy doors, I took a deep breath and prayed Jason was there to meet me like he promised.

The gym was pitch dark. The cold hit me instantly and made me shiver. I felt the wall for a switch. Nothing.

Hellooooooooo

 

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JASON

Jason watched her go. She was beside herself with anger. You really, really had to stomp on the acclerator in that old bug to make the tires squeal!

He had more than a tinge of regret. For a lot of reasons. She had pushed him to make that rash offer. His lust for her and anger at her attitude had gotten the best of him. Yes it was like some wild story he would read in Penthouse , and that part excited him. But the whole idea of having her around so much meant letting someone get emotionally close to him. And that, was something Jason never did. Besides, she might cramp his style!

Speaking of that he reached for the phone. In ten minutes, a blonde cheerleader showed up at his door. Two minutes more and he was buried in her hot mouth. Now this is what college is all about, Jason thought. Still even as he came down her throat, he thought of Kara ...

Jason deliberately left the lights off. He had thought the probability of Kara showing up was almost zero, and yet he had to play this hand out. Sort of like hoping for an inside straight on a one card draw.

"Hellooooooooo"

And getting it.

Jason flipped on the big overheads, lighting up the floor. He dribbled a new leather Spaulding ball out of the tunnel and onto the wood surface, each loud bounce echoing in the empty cavernous sports center.

Kara, rebound for me, while we talk. I'm glad you are here.

Jason set up and fired an NBA three. Nothing but net. He retrieved the ball himself as she made her way courtside. She was dressed like a business professional, the suit cut well. Her skirt was fashionably short and her long tresses cascaded down in sharp contrast to the black suit. She looked unlike any college girl Jason had ever known or seen. Jason backed up and fired another, Kara reached for it helplessly as it hopped over her head.

Kara, you will find it easier without the jacket. Take it off.

She slowly did so. Silently he shot five more, slipping into that well practiced motion that struck fear into the other "two" guards in the SEC. A ball hit the back of the rim and as Kara backed up for it, he moved forward. They met at the foul line. An appropriately named place for them to come together. They were face to face bare inches apart.

Kara, Jason began almost apologetically, I ..... I

His words hung in the silence as he kissed her deeply. He could feel her breasts heavy on his chest. At first she didn't react then despite herself she began to kiss him back. His hands fell to her skirt's zipper as they embraced.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppp. As her skirt fell away ....

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

Jason seems to have a way to intimidate me like I’m his rival team playing on his home court. First, he asked me to rebound for him. Dressed as I was and being caught off guard, I stumbled around like a little kid. He knew it and was enjoying it. When he ordered me to take my jacket off, I couldn’t help but comply. Second, his kiss was not one of a college kid. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss I remembered from my earlier college years. No, it was a kiss by a hungry man. My body betrayed me by responding to him. A few more seconds, we would have been on the floor at that very spot doing more than kissing. Third, somehow he was able to disrobe my skirt instantly. There I was standing center court looking absolutely ridiculous wearing just a smart white blouse and my exceptionally brief black bikini panties.

I had to gain advantage somehow. I decided play indifference by rolling up my long sleeves and tying the tails of my blouse into a knot above my belly button. Jason was too busy watching me and enjoying this little scene. He didn’t see me steal the ball from me between dribbles until it was too late. A look of surprise caught his eyes as I dribbled before him. For the first time that night, he broke out into a genuine grin.

Bounce Bounce

You have an advantage over me. One you have the height advantage. What are you again?

Bounce Bounce I surveyed him with a raised eyebrow. Bounce Bounce

That’s right, you’re 6’5”, while I’m just a tad shorter at 5’9”

Bounce Bounce

Two, you practice everyday. Being a career woman, I don’t have that luxury.

Swish! It wasn’t his three but I’ll take the clean two. And before a blink of an eye, I brushed past him and caught the ball as soon as it fell through the net.

You have many more advantages, but I don’t think we’re here for me to list them all. So, why don’t we play a game? A one on one. Whenever someone makes a basket, the other has to shed an article of clothing.

Bounce Bounce

Are you game?

 

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Jason

He had to admit, Kara had some moxie. Jason shook his head from side to side for a moment, as he tried to remember the last time a woman had surprised him by her spirit. There had been none, actually. Ever since he was a boy, girls and women were as predictable as night following day wanting to get in his pants. Until now.

As she turned to shoot, Jason saw the thinly covered twin moons of her round ass. Very nice. Jason considered himself an ass connoisseur, and Kara had at least an 8 or 9 out of 10 in his judgement. He would of course, need to more closely inspect the subject to know for sure.

I'm always game, Kara. Although you will look rather foolish shooting naked at the end of the game when I am still fully clothed. But I'm in.

Ok, start in the corner, and we'll swing right around in an arc. Then the wing, foul line, top of the key and so on to the other side. I think this particular game is perfect for us considering its name. So tell me Ms. Reporter, do you know what that is?

Shoot while you think, and ladies first.

Kara looked pretty comfortable with that ball, Jason had to admit. Standing in the corner she made a few more bounces then fired away. Swish Nothing but net! Jason took off his shirt still grinning. Kara held the ball out to him, but Jason said -

The rules of this game say that if you make it, you continue on. So, Kara, its still your shot.

She took the ball on the wing, and shot, this time a little erractically. The ball bounced high off the glass and found the bottom of the net again! This time a little more slowly, Jason retrieved the ball and sent it back to her. Kara had a grin as wide as a Chesire cat.

I know you didn't call that off the board Kara, but it went in.

Reaching down, Jason slipped off his long orange and blue basketball shorts. He stood there now clad only in his jock, socks and shoes.

Kara dribbled a bit, looking a little more confident this time. Toeing the free throw line, she shot a high arching ball that hit the back of the rim, bounced straight up and ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

………AIRBALL!

I missed. I frowned in disappointment because I’ve always prided myself to be a good basketball player and this shot should have been elementary. It’s one I’ve made thousands of times before. I’m usually the first to throw out a comment about NBA players as they stand at the free throw line and miss. I guess this is a good lesson learned – it’s easier said than done. Somehow, the pressure got to me. No, I have to be honest. Jason got to me.

Jason snickered, which infuriated me further. I kept myself in check and flashed him my reporter’s practiced smile. I tried to tell myself he looks ridiculous in his jockeys and socks and shoes. But, my reddening face was telling me otherwise. He didn’t look ridiculous; he looked sexy in spite of his youth.

I shrugged as Jason rebounded. Guess it’s your turn.

“Guess it is.” Damn! I wanted to knock that cocky grin off his face.

Jason stood at my first previous spot, where our game Around the World began., while I remained at the same foul line.

Swish!

He shot it in perfectly without even bending his knees. He turned to me and grinned while he waited for me to disrobe a piece of clothing. I chose my white linen blouse. Like any other gymnasium, the air conditioner was on full blast. I felt my areolas harden immediately straining against the lacy constraints of my bra. I shivered.

“Cold?” Jason tried to ask innocently. I rolled my eyes at the typical comment which Jason didn’t take offense but released an echoing laugh.

I had to try another tactic because I can see Jason will win with ease.

So, tell me. Why did you choose this place? Is this where you bring all the girls on your first date?

 

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Jason

Jason was happy as hell she missed. He knew that in the back of his mind he'd fuck her anyway, but he was just wayyyyy too competitive to get beaten at anything so easily.

Her nipples stood out from under that thin bra. Jason thought he wanted to see them both. Not that he needed, the motivation but he was one of those comes-through-with-the-pressure on kind of guys. He was forever inventing little contests for himself, even after his competition had long since faded.

"So, tell me. Why did you choose this place? Is this where you bring all the girls on your first date?"

She stood there looking vulnerable and cute as hell. She should not keep that body so well hidden, Jason thought. It was incredible. Looking up he deftly shot again. Twines bounce. More of her clothes off.

Actually, the idea was a new inspiration. You are the first. I like this place, don't you? Imagine Kara. In two days you will be sitting over there with a press pass I'll get for you as thousands of people watch me play. And you will think of us fucking on the floor naked as jaybirds. God, it's almost poetic don't you think? Oh, and the bra now Kara.

She looked at him then reached behind her until Jason heard the unmistakeable snap of the bra being unfastened. There is something incredibly erotic about watching a woman do that, he thought. He shot again, in. He shot again, nothing but net.

Great name for this game, eh Kara? Around the World. It's just so damn descriptive. Like what we are going to do. Now that would be all of your clothes you owe me. Come out to center court, yes that's it right in the middle. Here, lay down your back, use my jersey. Spread your legs. No, wider. Touch yourself. That's it. Mmmm. I'm hungry Kara. I think I'll start my "Around the World" trip by eating your pussy. Scream in ecstacy as loud as you want babe. No one will bother us, I've made sure of that !

Jason knelt and leaning forward between her legs licked Kara's dripping slit slowly from bottom to top. Now this is the true Breakfast of Champions, screw the Wheaties Jason thought. His mouth decended once more ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

Though I tried, I couldn’t help moaning loudly. The gymnasium seemed to expand as the echo bounced off the empty bleachers and back to us. I can feel the tingles shoot through me to the end of my skull and the tip of my fingernails. Jason licked again and then wrapped his lips around my clit. My nails bunched up his shirt into a ball. When Jason pulled my clit deep into his mouth, my writhing body rocked sideways while my nails scraped the soft cushiony floor trying to grasp for something.

“Oh my gawd….Yesssssssss…..”

My encouraging screams got louder. Jason lifted my ass off the floor, forcing my back into a perfect arch and feasted on my slit. I had to hold something. My lean legs wrapped tightly around his neck, locking him in while my fists grasped his wavy hair.

“Yesssssss…..Don’t stop….Please don’t stop….”

And Jason didn’t. His mouth sucked greedily on my clit while his fingers worked its way between my slit and into my quivering center. His fingers crooked and started searching.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyy gawwwwwwwd….”

Jason found it. My thighs squeezed around his head and pulled him up and down and sideways as my body exploded into a wild orgasmic ride.

My body tried to slow to its normal state. Jason’s tongue never stopped. He continued to lap up my juices making my body to jump from aftershocks.

Finally, he stopped. Wearing an evil grin, Jason poked his head up and said. “I’m not done, Kara. Turn over. That’s right. On your hands and knees. No wait. The floor is too hard for you. I want you to be comfortable. Come here on the bleachers. ” He led my hand. “Right here. That’s right….now lean over.”

 

[darrenfate]

Jason

Jason wiped Kara's juices from his face. What he couldn't wipe away was the huge grin on his face. Kara was a live wire, her body jolted with electricity and spasms as she came on his eager mouth. Jason was determined to use this woman fully over the next year. Already his mind had come up with wild fantasies of public sex and taking her in every way imagineable. He wasn't there to please her though, this was a side benefit. Time to reassert control. She was there to please him, literally he needed to turn things the other way around. Hmmm. The other way around. Great idea.

He walked Kara to the first row behind the home team's bench. When Jason came out of the game for a short breather, he always sat on the 10th seat, call it superstition. He stopped just behind that seat. He gave her a hard kiss on the mouth.

Kara, this is my place. During the season, every time I sit here I'll imagine fucking you tonight. I'll be able to lean back and touch the seat you are clutching for luck. Every time I do, you will be the only one to know what I am doing. Bend over babe and show me that beautiful ass. I'm going to take you from behind.

Kara silently bent over and Jason spread her legs apart revealing her dripping slit. He brought his hand down hard on her ass, leaving the red outline of his hand starting to form. She yelped in pain, and tried to spin around. Jason held her hips in place.

Don't move unless I tell you to. he growled.

The other exposed cheek was hit by a loud SMACK . Her buttocks jiggled under the force of his spanks. Again and again he spanked her. She writhed with pain and pleasure. Her juices now dripped on the floor.

I'm going to fuck you now Kara, and hard. Tell me this is what you want. Beg me. Out loud. I want to hear it !

Without waiting for her to reply he plunged in her pussy. She was tight, deliciously tight. He started to bang her for all he was worth. His hand reached up and clutched her hair, pulling it back. Her moans became screams of pleasure that mingled with his. Relentlessly Jason pounded her, the sounds of his pelvis hitting her round red cheeks echoed in the cavernous center. This was fucking great!

I can't hear you Kara! ...

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

My body was on fire as it betrayed me. I never knew or had ever conceived the notion that one day I would be so turned on by spankings. In fact, I’ve often scoffed at people who enjoyed them. Wet evidence of what Jake was doing to me trailed down my thigh and onto the floor. I found myself spreading my legs wider and lifting my ass high in the air to feel the burn of his hand again.

"I'm going to fuck you now Kara, and hard. Tell me this is what you want. Beg me. Out loud. I want to hear it ! "

Before I could respond, Jake grabbed my hips and was buried deep in me with one swift thrust. My body lurched forward as I gasped at his size. His cock was huge! Despite my wetness, it felt like he was splitting me in half. I tried to slow Jake by thrusting back softly. Jake wouldn’t have it. He pulled my thick mane back making my spine to arch back while he drove in deeper and deeper until I can taste him in my mouth. Shocks of gasps escaped my lips. My breasts swung heavily. I held tightly to the bleacher above and bit down on my bottom lip while I gave in to the pleasure that consumed me.

"I can't hear you Kara! ..."

His demand reminded me to breathe. When I opened my lungs, primal screams escaped my lips.

“Oh yessssss…Fuuuuuuuuuck Meeeeeee….Fuuuck Me Haaaaard”

My inner walls grasped his cock to lock him deep inside me. As strong as Jason was, he had a difficult time thrusting out from my tightening grip. He somehow managed to prevail. My hips thrust back with him for fear of him pulling out.

“Oh yeesssssssss…”

My ass yearned for his touch again. “Ooooooo…..Spank me again…”

“Did you like that? Beg for it, Kara.” Jason demanded menacingly.

“Pleeeeeease….spank me again, Jason. Pleeeeease…”

SMACK!

“Ooooooohhhhh my Gaaaaaaawd..”

My body exploded. Waves of hot cum coated Jason’s cock and seeped down his leg.

SMACK!

Again, my body exploded.

SMACK!

And exploded again.

Soon, Jason’s loud moans were heard with mine as he thrust in deep in my womb and buried his seed.

Jason wasn’t finished. A loud popping sound echoed in the empty arena as he pulled out. One hand kept me bent over and staring at the bleachers while the other scooped my wetness and coated the red pucker staring at him. My body tensed. No one had ever touched me there….

 

[darrenfate]

Jason

Jason went wild the newly found power he had over Kara exciting him to heights that he never dreamed existed. He pounded her doggy style, slapping her ass as she came over and over. Each time she orgasmed her walls pulled tight on his cock. Finally Jason was unable to hold back and shot his load deep in Kara.

As he slid out of her, he saw her rosebud winking at him, and got an evil thrilling thought. Jason wanted to fuck that ass! Just the thought of it stirred him. He lubricated her opening with her own juices. He still wasn't completely hard but he could take care of that. Swiveling her around he jammed his cock in Kara's mouth.

Suck me Kara, we're not finished!

She stared at him and almost looked like she would refuse. He never gave her the chance. In a heartbeat he was inside that hot mouth fucking her face. In no time, Kara got him hard again. He felt his cock twitch, he was ready. Pulling out, he spun her back around.

You know what I want, don't you? I'm going to fuck you in this perfect ass. I want you to scream with pleasure again Kara. Tell me you want my hot cock deep in your ass Kara. Beg me to fuck you again

He laughed at the power of it all. His whole life no one had ever stopped him from getting what he wanted. True, he had never wanted a woman's ass before but Kara Anne Kandle was going to be his first ever.

He pushed his huge head against her small rosebud. At first glance he didn't think he'd ever fit in her, but he was determined to try. He grabbed his cock to make the end of it very hard, and pushed forward. Slowly he eased into her, Kara moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain the whole while.

She was so tight! Jason had never ever felt this before. Inch by inch he worked his way in, stopping occasionally to let her get used to his girth. He started to saw back and forth, the motion easier with each stroke.

He was fucking her ass !!!

He groaned the feeling was incredible. Faster and faster he went. He saw Kara reach down and stroke her clit with a free hand. She writhed and came again. That was it. Too much pleasure. Jason couldn't, no wouldn't hold back any more. With a huge final push he embedded himself to the hilt in her bowels. Jason came like he never had before. Waves of cum flowed from him. Jason collapsed on her back spent, in sheer exhaustion...

 

[Clare Caxton]

OOC
I was gangbanged by a basketball team (apart from one player) when I was at college !

 

[chanaud]

Kara Anne Kandle

His exhausted body lay heavy on my back making me collapse forward on the cold bleachers. His cock started to soften deep inside me as Jason’s breathing returned to normal. When Jason finally pulled out, I noticed how empty my body felt. A wave of disappointment filled me as the void became more noticeable.

Jason kissed down my back feeling my body hum with satisfaction. I purred and turned over, allowing his lips to sweep across my skin facing my mound.

“Still not satisfied? You are insatiable, Kara. Well, I can’t leave here until you are completely and totally satisfied.” I moaned upon hearing his promise and spread my legs before him. Jason was wearing the same smirk that made him famous on all the magazine covers. “I do have a reputation to keep. I wouldn’t want you to write anything negative about me.”

Jason delivered on his promise. His lips wrapped around my swollen clit and pulled it deep into his mouth. My screams echoed in the empty court as another rush of excitement spilled from between my legs. One finger plunged into me. Then two. A gasp caught me by surprise as three fingers slipped in easily. His fingers scraped against my walls making my hips to rise forward. His mouth released my clit for a brief moment.

“Scream for me, Kara. Come on. I want you to tell me how much you like it.”

Yessssssss…..Fuuuuucckkkkk meeeeeee….”

“You love this don’t you? Tell me how much, Kara.”

Oh yeeeesssss…I dooooo…Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck meeeeee….I love it when you fuck me like this….Oh my gaaaaawd…..I’m going to cuuummm….I’m cuummiiiiiingggggg….

Waves of hot cum sprayed his fingers and down his chin as I released another mind blowing orgasm. Jason rode it out until I begged him to stop. Still holding that smirk, he stood up and offered his hand. Accepting it, I stood before him boldly. I wasn’t about to leave without getting one piece of information out of him.

“Tell me Jason, between you and I. What did it take for Billy ‘The Kid’ Donavon to convince you to play for Florida?”

 

[darrenfate]

Jason

Jason had never, ever had sex like that before. Kara was the sex goddess of his dreams. He would enjoy ravaging her time and again for the rest of the season. Rough sex secretly thrilled him, and it was way to risky to do that with college girls. He had no intention of ending up in the headlines. Ahh, blackmail is a beautiful thing. Although Jason had to admit this was more like greenmail, since Kara reaped rewards for her compliance.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 3:30 am. The maintenance night crew had told him he was safe through 4. Time to go.

“Tell me Jason, between you and I. What did it take for Billy ‘The Kid’ Donavon to convince you to play for Florida?”

Kara's question hung in the air.

Perhaps it's because he was tired.
Perhaps it's because he was just too self confident.
Perhaps it's because he never saw Kara as a threat.

Perhaps. Perhaps. This question would haunt Jason in the days weeks and months to come. Why oh why did he answer her honestly? But he did ....

Kara, Let's start walking out. You know that this is a great place to play, and Donovan is a young coach building a national powerhouse program. I wanted to play in a big time conference and get national TV exposure. I don't have the raw athletic skill that others do, we call it the hops, so I need that publicity to get drafted in the NBA.

My choice narrowed down to just three schools. On my trip here, Donovan did all the right things, leaving me with some other players for the weekend. The blonde twins waiting in my room were awesome. One of them was on her knees at all times, but Duke had women too.

No, it was about who gave me the best deal. I had cash offers from each of the three schools, and the local GM dealer here Sunny Katz, gave me the most money. 25 grand up front, 2 grand a month. Oh yes, and an "internship" where I go and read magazines all day in the summer while I'm supposedly processing credit applications to GMAC.

So now you know. Too bad you can never write about it. All the blue chips get paid cash. UF makes tons of money from my jersey sales and its TV contract. I earned this money. Its the way of the world. Don't forget the press conference at 3:00 pm today. Glen "Digger" Phelps is interviewing me, and you should pick me up by 2, for the drive to the TV studio downtown. Don't be late. Goodnight.

While he had talked, he and Kara had gotten dressed and walked out to the parking lot. In the dim light he couldn't see her face. It would have served as an early warning klaxon that Jason had underestimated her. He spun around and walked away...