Watching her eat is possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Is she doing this on purpose? Does she have any idea how she is making the simple act of eating pudding like watching porn? I could pound nails with my dick right now. I could pound her right now, right here, on top of this table. I would push all this food off on the floor, except for the pudding, lay her body down on the flat surface, spread her legs, smother her pussy in chocolate pudding and take my time laving every nook and cranny finding out what makes her squirm and what makes her scream my name. I have to scoot my chair further under the table to hide the painful erection my thoughts have created currently pressing against the elastic edge of my basketball pants.
She is so naïve, I know the answers to my questions. Her innocence is written plain as day all over her red, flushed cheeks.
I’m in a trance; a ‘watching as Tensanne eats pudding’ trance. Resting my head on my hand I enjoy the exotic show.
My trance fading when I see the spoon stop midway to her pink luscious lips. Her eyes widen and her hand begins to shake causing the pudding to tremor and fall off the spoon onto the table.
Her body jerks up, slamming her chair back, “Thank you for lunch. I-I gotta go,” she says. Grabbing her bag and running out of the cafeteria before I can mutter one word to ask what’s going on.
Then I hear him.
“Hey, Ten, did you leave any food for the rest of us?” Chase laughs walking into the room.
Fucking Chase Masters.
Hanging on the chair where she was sitting is her coat. It’s thirty degrees outside, she’s only wearing a t-shirt, my t-shirt. She’s going to freeze. Throwing everything on the tray, I rush to dump it on the conveyor belt to the kitchen. Grabbing her coat, I jog to the door.
Grabbing my arm, “Where are you rushing to, Black?” Chase asks, eyeing the coat in my hands. “Is that Ten’s coat? Were you here with her? Getting your fat girl fix?” he says, jerking her coat from my hands, holding it to his nose breathing in deep. “Damn she’s fat and ugly but fuck she smells good. Cover her head, leave the tits and pussy open and I just might be able to fuck her without puking,” he jokes to his buddies behind him.
Firing rage burns along my neck, down my arms to my hands that are clenched tightly in fists itching to shut his mouth by knocking his teeth out. I can’t hit him, the coach would throw me off the team. Without basketball, I lose my scholarship which means I lose my chance at a college degree. I must swallow the wrath, save it for later when I can work it out in the weight room. If I start hitting him now I won’t stop until he’s unable to talk.
Ripping it back from his hands, “Fuck you, Masters. I don’t have time for your stupid hateful shit. Leave Tensanne alone,” fuming I race toward the door.
“Awe, does Kohl have a crush on the fat chick? Want to get a little more cushin’ for the pushin’? If I couldn’t get those legs to open, there’s no way she’ll open them for you.”
Stopping in my tracks, I spin to face him. Shaking from the fury pumping through my veins. “Just leave her alone and keep your fucking hands to yourself or we’ll see how well you play with a broken hand.”
Stepping up so were nose to nose, “You ain’t got the balls to take me out, Black. You wouldn’t risk your poor boy scholarship for that, for a fatty.”
Lowering my voice so that only he can here, through a malicious smile, “Accidents happen on the court all the time and you don’t know what I would risk for her. You don’t know anything beyond your own ego. It would be horrible if you tripped and landed on it wrong. Broken fingers, perhaps a sprained ankle, you never know when your feet will get tangled up with another player or take an elbow to the nose. Leave her the hell alone. You’ve done enough; we all know you sent out that photo. Would suck if the cops found out, huh?”
“I don’t know what your yapping about, Black. I haven’t done anything, yet.”
I don’t have time to continue fighting with him, Ten is out there in the freezing cold without a coat. Shoving past him, I rush out to track her down with his final comment repeating in my head. Letting Chase know how much he could get to me by using Tensanne was a huge mistake on my part but I couldn’t listen to his asshole mouth any longer.
I run all the way to her dorm, following the route I’m sure she would take and I still haven’t seen her. Breathing the frigid air into my lungs releases most of the rage that built up from dealing with Chase. When I reach the door for her dorm, I must wait until someone leaves the building so I can get in without an access card. Shit, I don’t know what room is hers, I’ll have to ask someone. Once I get in, I feel like a slab of meat hanging on a hook when several sets of female
