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After a couple of thrusts, they both cried out, with her pussy tightening around him and his cock throbbing within her.  They let out a series of small grunts and moans together, basking in the release that they had at the exact same time.  For Scarlet, it felt like heaven, and in truth she thought that this was a sort of paradise for her.  It was definitely a good thing, a very good thing that she wanted to continue to have with him.

After he finished up, he pulled out and disposed of the condom.  He turned to her, looking at her with a small, wry glance.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

“Yes.  I would love to do it again.  I love you Cody, and no matter what in the world happens next, we’ll take this on together, and we’ll make everything go right,” she told him.

He planted a small, loving kiss against her lips, pulling back and smiling.

“I’m sure we will.  There is no way those guys will be getting away with it,” he said.

The two of them curled up in each other’s arms, and for a moment, they slept with a blissful feeling as the other person laid next to them.  For Scarlet, she would do whatever it took to have this justice served to that rival team.  There was no way that he was going to get away with this.  With everything that was happening, Scarlet knew what she would have to do, and she knew that she would do the right thing, which was to protect Cody at all times no matter what the odds were. 

*****

For both of them, they knew that it was going to be hard to get everything settled out.  However, Scarlet didn’t know how hard it would be to get this mess squared away.

The first thing she would do is to use her investigative journalism skills to get into the office.  She slithered into there, getting past some of the meatheads who would probably ask her what she was doing there because she wasn’t a player nor was she staff, but in truth she didn’t care.  She wandered down the hall, looking for the coach’s office.  When she got there, she stepped inside, and when she did so, the coach looked at her with a funny glance.

“May I help you?” he asked.

“Yes, I need to know which locker belongs to Kenneth.  I have an important message for him,” she said.

The coach frowned, trying to determine whether her actions were genuine or not, and for Scarlet, it was easy to feign a smile.

“Number 25.  I can give it to him if you want,” he said.

“Nah, it’s okay.  It’s better if I give it to him personally.  Thank you,” she replied with a smile.

The coach looked at her funny as she walked out.  She moved towards the men’s locker room, grabbing the wig from her bag and throwing it onto her head.  She was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a shirt underneath to help her look boyish, and after the coast was clear, she went in and changed.

It smelled, but that wasn’t what she was worried about.  She got to locker 25, and the first thing that she noticed was the fact that he didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about leaving his locker closed or not.  She looked at the door, not seeing a lock on it, and immediately, she opened it without any struggle.  In there was the image, along with the SD card with the rest of the pictures on it.

“Bingo,” she whispered to herself.  She was happy that she knew some basic photography and other skills too.  She grasped everything that she could, shutting the locker and looking towards the doorway.  Unfortunately, as soon as she was about to leave, she heard the chuckling of players.

“Yeah dude, that pass was sick.  But we’ll be able to use that against the team on Friday.  I hope I can beat Cody,” one of the players said.

“Oh, he’ll probably end up being sick or something.  I doubt he’ll be able to show up and beat us,” Kenneth replied.

The guys started to chatter, and immediately Scarlet knew she had to get out of here.  She went to the bathroom, hiding in the stall in there in hopes that nobody would come and see her.

The guys continued to talk in the locker room, all of them speaking as animatedly as possible.  She could feel a couple of them getting close, but none of them broke her cover.  After what seemed to be forever, they whizzed out of there, and she sighed in relief.  She rushed out of there, moving swiftly past the coach and back to her car.  At the end of the hall though, she could hear one scream, and after a moment or so, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, where are the pictures?” Kenneth said.

So that was the bastard who blackmailed Cody.  She was happy she knew who it was now.  When she got back to her house, she called Cody, and after two rings she spoke.

“I got the evidence.  I saw Kenneth too.  What a pathetic man,” she said.

“Thank you Scarlet.  I really do appreciate it,” he said.

They hung up, and she knew that the only thing that could happen now was the game, and it would be something amazing.

That Friday night, Scarlet got there early, sitting in the front row and looking out.  All of the other guys were there, and she could see the rival team hovering around there as well, each of them looking at the entryway for Cody.

“I bet he won’t even show up,” Kenneth said.

She looked at them, wondering if there was anything that she could do.  The only thing that she could accomplish right now, was to wait and see.

The time was ticking, and it was getting closer and closer to the game time, and for Scarlet, even she was starting to get worried.  Cody hadn’t appeared yet, and she could already tell that it was going to be hard for her to keep herself together if he doesn’t show up.  She knew that he was safe for now, his secret with her, but at the same time even she didn’t know if Kenneth had anything up his sleeve.  She really didn’t know, and she could see the haughty look on his face.

“See?  Told you he wouldn’t show,” Kenneth told the other guys.

They were all jeering, happy that Cody still wasn’t there, but she could feel the worry rushing over her.

“Come on Cody.  You’ve got this,” she muttered to herself.

About a minute before the game, when she thought that it was all lost, she saw something, and when it appeared, she immediately knew that this was it.  She saw someone walk out from the other side of the stadium, and when she did see it, she immediately looked shocked.

It was Cody.  He seemed to be a bit worried, but she could see the fire in his eyes.  The determination within them was enough to cut something like a knife.  The other players looked at Cody with shock on their faces, but not as much shock as Kenneth himself.  Kenneth looked at Cody, unsure of what to say, but he just looked at him with a garbled expression of wonder.

“But how?  You knew what was coming!  I’ll still expose you,” the man said.

“Good luck with that.  I know all about it.  I know all about what you’ve done, and I’ve been able to prepare for it,” he told the other man.

Kenneth looked around, and immediately Scarlet smiled waving at him.  She then showed the folder where the pictures were, and he growled with annoyance.

“You bastard,” the man said with a spit.

“Hey, play fairly next time and don’t make me have to use my girlfriend to get the pictures.  If you do just that, you’ll have a much better time eventually,” he told them.

The other players watched as Cody went over to the other side, and Scarlet breathed a sigh of relief.  It was nice to know that they would still have a chance of winning, and suddenly, the game was about to start.

It was a rough game, and even she could see it.  The fact that his plans were foiled said a lot to Kenneth, and the hatred in his eyes was glowering all over the court.  But Cody looked different, and for Scarlet, she could see the different person in front of her.  The fire in his eyes and in his soul, the determined feeling that he had because of all of this, all of that was something special to her, and she knew that he would win.  It was obvious that he would, because if he wasn’t they wouldn’t have put as much of an effort forward to thwart the plans that they had.

The game started to get brutal from the start, with interceptions happening left and right, and Kenneth playing with anger as his fuel.  Cody kept a level head though, and despite all that had happened and all of the bullshit that had gone down before the game, he was smart about not letting it get the best of him.  The two of them played in a fiery manner, and for Scarlet, she felt like she was seeing two rivals finally get the showdown that they needed.

But Scarlet could see after the second quarter that this game was far from over.  Cody’s team was winning, but it was a game that kept going back and forth.  Right now, it was anyone’s game, and this would be the championship that would determine it all.  It was going to determine it, and when the fourth quarter hit, with very little time left, she could practically feel the tension throughout the stadium.

That’s when it happened.  They were tied, with only about ten seconds left, and Cody had the ball.  There was no way he could make a layup in time to win, and it was heavily guarded.  But, he had another idea, and that’s when he did it.  He got to the threw-point line, jumping ahead of the other players, grasping the ball and dunking it.  When the buzzer hit, the ball fell in, marking the lead they got and winning the game.

The crowd reverberated in cheers, and immediately Scarlet was welcomed down. She went down there, and Cody embraced her, holding her in her arms.  She did hold onto the files and the card for evidence, evidence that she planned to destroy after the event was over.  She could see Kenneth glaring at her, but she just smiled, and she felt happy about it all.

Cody pushed his lips against her own, and for Scarlet, it was the first most powerful kiss the tow of them shared.  It was weird, because it was a kiss that said everything about themselves, and she embraced tit too. She knew deep down that there was a lot that they would need to go over, but their love would know no bounds.

They got the trophy, and Cody was represented as one of the star players for the game, and the horns were blaring as the screen showed all of his plays.  Cody turned to Scarlet, grasping her hand.

“It’s amazing isn’t it?” he said.

“It really is.  You did well babe,” she told him.

“Well I wouldn’t have even been half as good had you not been able to help me.  Thank you for everything babe.  I love you so much.  Let’s have more adventures together, more games won, and more memories created,” he said.

She nodded, taking all of that in and feeling the happiness that seemed to know no bounds.  The two of them kissed one again, and for her, she felt like she made the best decision in the world.  It was something utterly amazing, something that seemed so right, and for her, this felt like the best thing in her mind, and it would always be like that.

The two of them shared in a kiss, and it was definitely something that they wanted to cherish forever.  The game has been won, and the two of them won their own game as well, which was the game of love.  They overcome some of the hardest trials that they ever had before, a feeling that made them both realize that it was worth it, and it was something more than they ever expected.  At this point, nothing could stop them not, at least not for a long time, for their love was strong and not wavering, and they would be able to continue with this with one another for as long as the two of them willed it to be, and as long as they wanted. 

THE END

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Bonus Story 12 of 24

              The sound of the basketball dribbling always calmed me down. It was like the second it hit the floor, all of my troubles went away. There is nothing that I love more than coming out on the basketball court. It didn’t matter if it was a professional court, like this one in my college, or back home in the streets of Brooklyn, New York. I could easily zone out here and let the rest of the world fade away. It was just me, the game, and the basketball; and right now that’s all that matters.

              I’m Benjamin Wood, B-Wood to all my close friends, and I’m 20 years old. I’ve loved basketball all my life. Ever since I was a baby, it was all I could think about. In fact, my Mom has a picture of me holding a little plush basketball when I was only three months old. It’s a running family joke that it was meant for me to be a pro basketball player. It seemed so destined and the fact that I am really good at it, made it even more true. My father taught me to love the game and instilled the values of it in me.

              When I was younger, my father took me to the basketball court in my neighborhood every single Saturday. If the weather wasn’t great, he would show me basketball games on TV and break down the plays fpr me. He showed me what each dribble meant, how to do some moves, and how to play the field. He made sure that I knew that a good basketball player wasn’t just about getting the shot in, but he knew how to play the game.

              “You see,” He told me one day while we were playing basketball in the park, “I don’t want you to only concentrate on making the shot.”

              “But I thought you win games by making the most shots.” Eleven-year-old me told him while I sunk another three point shot. He caught the ball and held it.

              “That’s one of the way you win a game, yes. But, to be honest with you, it’s not the only way and it’s such a small fraction of how the game is won. When you are out there, you have to see what is available to you. You have to see if you can make the shot, or if it’s much better passing it to someone else. You have to see who is open and whether or not they will get blocked. There is so much more to basketball than just making shots.” He passed the ball to me, “Now imagine that you’re on a team and they got you blocked on both sides, what do you do?”

              “I make the shot.” I threw my arms in the air pretending to make the shot.

              “And you miss because they smacked it out of your hand. The other team now gets the ball and wins the game. You have to think outside the box and be more of a team player.”

              I carried those lessons with me all throughout my basketball career. At first, I was just playing for my school, but pretty soon I joined leagues so that I could play in the summer. I couldn’t stop myself. By the time I got to high school, I got a following.

              I was pretty sure that in high school, I was going to get drafted. I really thought I would be the next Lebron James. I won basketball contests left and right. I won the dunking contest, free throw passes, just all of them. It was almost a sure bet, but that’s not what happened. Instead, I got a full ride scholarship to school. As much as I wanted to be drafted right out of high school, I’m grateful for the scholarship to this Georgia University.

              “Hey, there’s my main main B-Wood!” Aaron, my best friend and fellow teammate, yelled as he stepped into the basketball court. “What you doing out here all by yourself?” he asked, watching me sink in another three point shot.

              “You know me, I like to come out here to clear my mind. Besides, I felt like shooting around a little bit before our game on Friday.” I told him while dribbling the ball.

“You are all work no play.” He rolled his eyes, “You do know that college is for much more than basketball.”
              “Oh, so you want me to concentrate on my studies?” I laughed because everyone around campus knows that Aaron wasn’t the most dedicated student.

              “Not at all,” he chuckled, “but come on, you have to party, meet girls, do something else besides dribble all day.”

              “You know I’m trying to get drafted.”

              “You and everyone else on the team,” he reminded me, “but let’s have some fun tonight.” He smiled.

              As soon as I saw him smile, I could sense the trouble. Aaron and I have been best friends since I got into the team. When we had to go through the training, we just stuck together. We knew, as two freshmen, that we would get the worst of all the treatment, and we did, but we stuck it out. He got me through it with his jokes and going to parties to take our mind off of it. At the parties, he was such a ladies man and always leaving with one or two females.

              With him, it would all start normally. We would be having fun, drinking, and the next thing we knew a fight broke out. Or he would try to sneak us into a club and we’d get in trouble. Every single time something crazy happened with him, it all started with the damn smile.

              “What is it now?” I sighed.

              “Why do you make it sound like such bad news?” He laughed. “Aren’t we brothers?”

              “We may look alike, but we aren’t brothers.” I pointed out how we were both 6’4, brown skin, with low cut hair.

              “And as your brother, I will never get you in trouble.”

              “What about that time when we tried to get into the club?”

              “That bouncer was the one acting crazy. If he didn’t push me, I would have never punched him.”

              “And what about that time at the restaurant?”

              “That bitch wanted to card me. How is she going tell me that I’m not 21?”

              “But you’re not.” I reminded him.

              “She didn’t know that.”

              “That is why she carded you. Look, we might be tall but we still got baby faces. Besides, you didn’t need a drink there anyway, you always have a case of beer stashed somewhere.”

              “That’s not the point and anyway, I’m getting off track. I have an exclusive invite to a house party where I am told that the best and most beautiful Georgia peaches are going to be there.”

              It’s like Aaron is addicted to woman. Every time I turned around, he was always off with another female. Some of the reasons he was never in class was because he was always with one of them. Occasionally he would have me lie to one while he was off with another. He was taking full advantage of the fact that women loved athletes.

              I, on the other hand, had bigger things on my mind. When I left New York to come down here, I had a mission. I was only going to stay here to get drafted and then take all the money in the world. I had a lot of expectations to live up to, and a family back home that was relying on me.  I can’t get in trouble and ruin all of that over some “innocent” fun with Aaron.

              “I don’t know man.” I shrugged. “I’m trying to-”

              “Before you give me your long speech, let me tell you that it is a pool party.” His eyes grew just as wide as his smile. “And you know that means bikinis.”

              “I know what it means, but I’m not looking to get into trouble.”

              “Understandable, but you know you want to see these nice, beautiful, gorgeous women lounging by a pool. I know you want to see that.” I stopped dribbling and looked over at him. “Come on Benjamin, I know you do.” He was giving me that devilish smile again.

              “Fuck it, let’s go.”

             
The pool party was gorgeous. Coming from the streets of Brooklyn, New York, I’ve never seen anything like this. The house was huge. It looked like something that you would see on a reality show. Aaron wasn’t lying when he said that there were beautiful women, they were nearly everywhere. The second we got out of the car, there was nothing but beauties everywhere.

              “Tell me where they are shooting the hip hop music video.” I joked poking Aaron with my elbow. “I feel like we in a rapper’s video for real.”

              “They don’t have women like this back in Brooklyn?’ He asked as he waved at the ladies that were looking at us.

              “They do, but all of them are not built like this. I swear ATL stands for ass, titties, and legs.” We laughed. “I know this is your hometown, so it must mean nothing to you.”

              “Beautiful women will never mean nothing to me.” He chuckled.

              As per usual, once the word got around that two of the basketball players from the local university was there, we started to get attention. A tall, leggy, long haired, brown skinned vixen came our way. Before she even got to us, I was already dazzled by her smile. Her hips swayed right to left and I swear she was trying to hypnotize us.

              “Hello there.” She greeted us. I went to shake her hand and she pushed it away. “I don’t shake hands, I hug.” She hugged me and the smell of roses came over me. She hugged Aaron and I could see him size her up with his eyes. “I just wanted to welcome you guys to my party.”

              “No problem,” he told her.

              “I’m glad you guys could come out. I was afraid that you wouldn’t make it out here.”

              “You invited us right.” Again Aaron was doing all the talking.

              “But I thought you would have ignored the invite, considering I sent it through Instagram. I bet you guys get a lot of invites.”

              “We sure do.”

              “So you must go to a lot of parties.”

              “Nope.” He lied. “I only go to the ones that are interesting.”

              “Does something here interest you?” She bit her lip.

              “Oh yeah.” He told her and that trouble-making smile popped back up.

              I shook my head and left them to flirt with each other. I could already see where this was going. Somehow, some way, Aaron was going to get her all by herself and sleep with her. Just another day for him.

              I made my way to a table that I saw across from the large rectangular pool. The table was filled with food and drinks. I was expecting chips and soda, but when I saw that it was a catered event, I was blown away.

              “Ugh, look at her.” A short brunette mumbled to her slightly taller Latina friend. “Like I go to the gym everyday so that I wouldn’t look like that.” She chuckled and her friend joined along.

              “I know what you’re saying. Why would you come to this party knowing it was a pool party? If I was ever that big, I would just stay home. I wouldn’t even leave the house.” They both laughed some more. I turned to see who they were talking about.

Across the pool was this curvy, full figured, mahogany brown skinned woman. She walked in wearing a tight blue bathing suit, shades, high heeled sandals, and a black hat. She breezed past us and the girls looked at her with disgust.

              “Look at that gut.” The Latina laughed. “It’s jiggling as much as her thighs.”

              “What about her butt?” They burst out laughing. I was about to tell them to lower it when the girl turned around and walked right back.

              “Hi!” She introduced herself. The girls were quiet but exchanging glances. “I just thought that I would come over say something seeing how you guys have so much to say when I was walking by. It’s funny how you’re silent now, though.” She smiled and continued. Her tone was very sarcastic and she crossed her arms. 

              “Well my name is Simone and I can tell by your silence that you think because I’m plump that I’m not fabulous.” She stepped closer to them. “Don’t get it twisted. You’re thinner than me but definitely not prettier than me.” She pushed her shades in further and smiled.

              I held my laugh and watched her walk away. The pool party suddenly got a lot more interesting.