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Forty-five minutes later, there’s an entire plane of football players and staff on their feet, screaming at the television. Every single person is into the game. It’s been a seesaw back-and-forth offensive explosion in the second half. Sulley got hot and has been popping threes nearly every time they go down the court. But Diane Garma has been matching her shot for shot. This game will be an instant classic. It’s great for the league.
Coach is going out of his mind in a way I’ve never seen from him, even at our games. It’s fun to see him so animated like this.
We’re now down one with seven seconds left in the game. The team is crowded around Coach Ganjam, and she’s on her knee with a clipboard, drawing up the final play. I notice her look up at Fallon Montgomery and then smile and nod.
I’m sure the play is designed around getting Sulley the ball. She’s the star of the team. You always want the ball in the hands of your biggest star in the biggest moments.
The whistle blows, and Shay inbounds the ball to Sulley at halfcourt. Palmer sets a screen to get her open, but Diane Garma slides away from the screen and stays tight to Sulley.
I see Sulley nod her head at Kennedy, who does a spin move to swivel away from her defender. She heads straight toward the basket. Sulley tosses up the ball, but it’s not a shot. It’s intended as an alley-oop pass.
The clock shows just under two seconds. Kennedy jumpsin the air, grabs the ball, and dunks it just as time expires, hanging on the rim, swinging for added effect. Everyone on the plane explodes in excitement. We’re jumping up and down. The captain has to get on the loudspeaker and ask everyone to calm themselves, fearing we’ll take the plane down.
The hometown fans look like they’re going crazy on television. There’s a dogpile on top of Kennedy. It’s amazing to watch.
I see Coach sobbing in the corner. I bro hug him. “She was fucking awesome.”
He nods as he hugs me back. “She was. I’m so proud of her. She’s worked her whole life for this moment.”
As soon as the craziness dies down, I pull up my text chain with Sulley to congratulate her. I doubt she’ll see it for a few hours, but I want it there whenever she picks up her phone.
My eyes immediately find our text string from late last night when I was alone in my hotel room.
Me: Good luck tomorrow. You’ve got this. Wish I was there to see the game in person.
Sulley: Am I lame if I admit I miss you and hate when you’re out of town?
I can’t help but smile like a lunatic. We’ve gotten close in the past few months. Given the severe invasion of privacy she suffered, she hasn’t wanted to go out as much, so we spend most nights in my house or hers.
Me: I miss you too, baby.
Sulley: What do you miss? Be specific.
Me: I miss the curve where your waist fans out and meets your hip. It’s soft and feminine. I run my fingers over itwhen you sleep.
She doesn’t respond for a while. Did I creep her out?
As I’m overthinking it, a photo appears of that part of her body. It’s so hot.
Me: Perfection, just like your long legs. I love when they’re wrapped around my face.
Seconds later, another photo appears. I can’t see her face, but it’s her from the waist down in her small sleep shorts. Her long, shapely legs take up the whole screen. God, I love those legs.
With the swelling of my cock, I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and give myself a few long tugs.
Me: I’m touching myself while I look at your perfect body.
Sulley: With Daylen in the room? Weird.
Me: You’re a riot. I wouldn’t cuddle with him, so now he’s next door, undoubtedly cuddling with Champ. I’m all alone and free to jerk off to your gorgeous photos.
Sulley: Show me.
I’ve never in my life sent a dick pic to a woman, but I couldn’t possibly pull my boxer briefs down any faster. Snapping a pic of my hardened, oozing cock, I send it to her.
Sulley: You are carved from the Gods, QB1. Now I’m touching myself too.
Me: Show me.
