League of His Own Ch. 02 by UltimateSin,UltimateSin

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Wargamer, I’m an avid rugby league fan. Fairly sure mentioning rugby league in many of my stories gives that away! Magic Weekend was excellent, though as a New South Welshman, the result of the first State of Origin was disappointing, but the second State of Origin… I’ll keep quiet but I was pleased.

For those who have no idea what the hell this sport actually is (figuring many of the people reading this are Americans), I’ll explain a few simple things:

Rugby League is known as ‘footy’ in New South Wales and Queensland.

‘Gonna watch the footy tonight, mate?’

‘Fuck yeah. Gonna smash that pack of bogans.’

The New South Wales Rugby League competition started way back in 1908. The first ‘Premiers’ were South Sydney. Between 1908 — 2022, they’ve won 21 Premierships. Only four teams have won more than 10 Premierships in 114 years. The competition was not halted during the two world wars.

‘State of Origin’. A three match series that began in 1982, played mid-season, between New South Wales and Queensland. ‘State against State, Mate against Mate.’ It is not a three-match exhibition. It’s brutal, fierce, and state pride is on the line. Biggest games in rugby league, perhaps more so than the end of year Grand Final, while test football is a shadow of what it used to be. Between 1982 — 2022, Queensland has won 22 series, New South Wales 16, with 2 drawn series. Queensland won 11 of 12 series between 2006 — 2017.

Field dimensions:

100 metres long x 68 metres wide.

In-goal dimensions between 6-11 metres.

Goalposts are at the ‘tryline’, 100 metres apart. 5.5 metres wide, at least 16 metres high, crossbar is 3 metres off the ground.

Points:

Try (equivalent to a touchdown): 4 points

Conversion (after a try is scored): 2 points

Penalty goal: 2 points

Field goal — Outside 40 metres: 2 points. Inside 40 metres: 1 point.

There are no forward passes.

Scrums have been practically eliminated from the game. Disappointing. Bring back the biff!

‘The Bunker’ checks every try is correct and also judges other on-field incidents.

Concussion is now treated seriously and players are immediately removed from the field and assessed.

Salary cap is between $9-10 million dollars, spread across a team of more than 20 players. You don’t play rugby league to get rich.

*****

Being summoned to the principal’s office the very first day back at school wasn’t something I expected. I knew I couldn’t have done anything wrong within the half day I’d been back, but receiving a summons during my first class in Geography certainly earned me more than one curious glance, Mark going so far as to mouth ‘What’s this about?’ I returned a shrug and followed the rather young and pretty school administrator.

One thing I couldn’t complain about Northern Meadows High School. At least three-quarters of staff and teachers were women, and I reckon most of them would be under fifty. And very few were what I’d deem unattractive. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of course, but I certainly had few complaints.

“Good summer?” Lisa asked. She was the young and very pretty administrator. Blonde, perky, probably mid-twenties at most. I knew she’d attended the same school as where we currently were, attended university, and had returned once she’d finished her studies.

“Can’t complain, I guess, ma’am.”

She stopped and turned towards me. “Ma’am? My mother is ‘ma’am’, Danny. The principal is someone you can call ‘ma’am’. I’m Lisa. How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“I’m twenty-four. So you can definitely cut the ‘ma’am’ crap.”

“Yes… Lisa…”

“Better. We’ve been talking about your contract signing in the office all morning. You’re the first student from this school to ever make it all the way to first grade footy.” She paused before giggling. “Could have chosen a better side.”

“Get in young, build a dynasty. There have been periods in the past where teams have won three, four, five titles in a decade or so. I’m convinced enough. The first couple of years will be tough, but if all goes as planned, they’re talking about finals footy by my third year as a professional.”

“Hell of a turnaround if that happens.” We arrived at the principal’s office. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

“What’s this about?” I whispered. Lisa shrugged, wished me good luck, before I watched her walk away. Her trousers were moulded to her very firm little butt. She turned and noticed me looking, smiling brightly at me.

Mum did mention about me sowing some wild oats. I had a feeling my last year at high school was going to provide quite the opportunity.

“Come in, Mister Cole,” Principal Symonds ordered, “Shut the door, take a seat.”

Doing as she asked, I sat in one of the two empty chairs as I met her hazel eyes. Ms Symonds had been principal as long as I’d attended, and as far as I knew, had been in the same position when my sisters had attended. She wore her slightly greying brunette hair in a bun, giving her a rather severe look. Guess it suited her position, but without it, she’d probably be attractive. I put her at late forties, maybe five or so years older than my mother.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you in here, Daniel. It’s actually rather simple.” Then she smiled, and there were those signs that suggested she was attractive. “I just wanted to congratulate you on behalf of the school, the teachers and staff, but also my own personal congratulations for signing that contract and taking that first step into professional sport. I knew you wouldn’t want a public spectacle at the assembly this morning.”

“Yeah, thanks for that, ma’am. But thank you for your support too.”

“What are our chances of going all the way to the grand final but also winning it this year?”

“We’ve got the same core of players. Only three graduated at the end of last season, but our spine is the same. Trials will be held within the month, I’m sure the coach will pick the best we have available.”

She leaned back in her comfortable looking leather chair, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Winning the entire thing will put this school on the map. If we could expand our program even more. I mean, before you even started at this school, our side had never made the quarter-finals. Now we’ve made two finals in two years. Just a shame about the grand final last year.”

“Try not to think about it too much, ma’am. Losing in the last minute of the game still hurts, particularly as we’d led since the first try scored.”

“I’m sure this year will be a great success. And knowing you’ll be playing for the Rangers, the school will do all it can to accommodate you whenever you need to travel or miss a day at school.”

“Thank you, ma’am. That would be appreciated.”

She smiled again. “That’s all I called you in here for. Didn’t want to interrupt your lunchtime.” Rising to my feet, I was about to open the door when she added. “I have heard what happened between yourself and Miss Parker. I’m not one for gossip, but I am sorry…”

“I’m not, ma’am. Not sure if you heard the detail, but I’m quite happy to be single right now.” Turning back, I threw her that winning smile I had. “I’ll see you later, ma’am.”

The bell for lunchtime rang as I was on my way back to class, so I diverted to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat. Nothing had changed from the previous year, my teammates and friends gathering at the same table, already moaning about one or two things from their class, while there were mentions of a couple of the new teachers. One of them, a Miss Taylor, who taught physical education, was meant to be rather attractive.

As they wanted to head out onto the playing field to throw a ball about, I told them I’d catch up, walking across the cafeteria, taking a seat next to Kim, who was reading a book, keeping to herself as always. She had friends but was happy sitting in solitude as she was in a small group. “You know I don’t like seeing you alone, Kim,” I said softly. She knew I only meant well, only because some kids were stupid, and thought a student sitting alone meant they were a nerd or weird.

“I’m reading a good book, Danny. I’m surprised you’re not outside.”

“Noticed my best friend sitting all by herself.”

She placed her book down, turning to me and smiling. “I do like it when you call me that,” she whispered, leaning against my shoulder. Kissing the top of her head, she released a light giggle. “Are we going to study together again once they start piling homework on us?”

“Of course, though I’ll have training soon enough. Pre-season training for the Rangers will start in a fortnight. Monday and Thursday. Thankfully, the school season doesn’t start until May, so I’ll have Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon’s free for the time being.” I paused before asking, “Want to come read outside in the fresh air, at least?”

That earned me a kiss on the cheek. Wasn’t the first time she’d done that. Didn’t make either of us feel awkward. She had done that far less when I’d been with Rachel. When I turned to face her, Kim simply met my eyes before smiling. I did wonder if she was tempted, though I knew she wouldn’t rush anything, believing my heart was still broken about Rachel.

Considering what I’d done with my sisters and mothers since, I think it was safe to say I was already over her.

Grabbing her small bag, looping that over her shoulder, she collected her book as I took her hand, leading her outside. There were seats in the shade, leaving her to read in peace, as I joined my friends out on the field, organising a six on six touch footy game. Touch footy meant no hard contact or tackling.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the deadbeats and druggies in their usual position at the edge of the playing field, under the shade of a few trees by the perimeter fence. No surprise Rachel was there, hearing Mark tell me that she was putting on a show, practically all over one of them. I could only laugh before replying, “Mark, mate, she’s trying to get under my skin, make me jealous. I’m sure you’re all expecting me to hate her, but I don’t. I don’t care. We were not going to last another three months at best, even before what I walked in on. She was leading me on for whatever reason.”

When we stopped playing with a few minutes to the end of lunch bell, Chris gestured with her head. “So what about you and Kim, then?”

“It’s obvious you love each other,” Mark added, “I know you both insist only as friends, but, well, it could be more.”

“We’ve been friends since our first day at public school. I don’t want to ruin thirteen years of friendship by starting a physical relationship and then losing that friendship if it goes wrong. We work as friends. Being lovers is something else entirely.”

“There’s something different about you though, mate,” Mark said, looking me up and down, “You seem to be in a remarkably good mood.”

“Mark, mate, it’s obvious. He got laid,” Greg stated, slapping my back for good measure, “Well, about damned time, mate, considering that slut was nothing but a cocktease to you but fucked anything else that could get hard.”

“So who was it?” Chris wondered. I gave him a look, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I know, you don’t like discussing things.”

“But you moved on quickly?” Mark only half-joked.

“Rachel isn’t worth being all broken up about. All she’s done is damage herself further. I was paying enough attention to see her given the cold shoulder by nearly everyone in our year group. Even her friends wanted nothing to do with her. Received more than one message since that night, telling me how sorry they were about it all. They claim to not know about all the guys she’s been fucking.”

“Reckon they’re telling the truth?” Matt wondered.

Shrugging, I admitted I didn’t know. “All I know is that, walking the halls today, everyone’s given me support. From what I’ve been told, it’s proving rather uncomfortable for her. But within a fortnight, something else will be the talk of the school and what happened will be forgotten.” Sighing, a ran fingers through my hair. “Too much fucking drama. I hate drama.”

End of the school day, I waited for Kim by my car. She walked out with a couple of her friends, the three looking in my direction. They both said something to Kim, the two others giggling as Kim smiled shyly, her pale skin definitely glowing a brighter colour, before she wished them goodbye for the day. Joining me in the car, I drove us home, discussing our first day back at school.

Pulling up outside her house, I put the car in park and turned towards her. “Want to come to my…”

Before I could finish my question, she leaned over and kissed me. It was the first time we’d ever kissed on the lips. Neither of us seemed willing to add tongue, but it was no chaste kiss either. When we finally pulled away, we were both breathing a lot quicker.

“Rachel’s a fucking idiot, Danny,” she whispered.

I rarely if ever heard Kim curse, so that meant she was being honest. “Um…”

“Just wanted to kiss you, Danny. You’re single for the first time in two years.”

“And?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Want to come for a swim at my place? Since we shouldn’t have homework this week, and the weather will be nice. Take advantage before we’re inundated with work and assignments.”

I loved watching her smile. Kim was the most genuine person I knew outside of my own family. “I’ll go grab my bikini, cream and a towel. Don’t want to be looking like a lobster later.”

“I’ll park up and come walk you back to mine.”

“Okay.”

Parking up, I quickly walked inside, checking to see Aimee was already out by the pool. Dumping my things in my room, I quickly changed into swim shorts, put on a vest, grabbed my thongs (flip-flops to the rest of the world) and walked back up to Kim’s place. She was waiting for me, wearing a light top over her bikini, a wide brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses, taking her hand and escorting her back to my place.

Aimee wasn’t surprised to see Kim, the two women immediately chatting away. She’d been away to see family for most of the holidays which is why I hadn’t seen her since just after the new year. Before she wanted to jump into the pool, she asked me to apply some suncream on her back. Sitting behind her on the chair, I very carefully and slowly rubbed it into her skin, noticing Aimee watching. When I met her eyes, she smiled and there was a brief nod. Guess she was giving me the okay to pursue something if I wanted.

When I was done, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me, resting my head on her shoulder. “Missed you while you were away. Have fun up the coast?”

“I did, though I missed you in return, Danny. Though didn’t you spend a lot of time with her?”

“No, which was another sign something was wrong. I was warned more than once, Kim, but when you’re infatuated with someone.”

“Not love?”

Snorting, I almost laughed. “No, it wasn’t love.”

Kim then helped apply cream to my back, and I felt her fingers run along the muscles around my back and shoulders. I wasn’t as muscular as those in the forward pack, but I could look in the mirror and see the fruits of my labour in the gym. Jumping into the pool, we swam and splashed about until Aimee joined us. Mum and Kyla arrived home within fifteen minutes of each other, both delighted to see Kim visiting as always, Mum insisting she drop by whenever she wanted. Kim’s home-life was great. Parents still together and obviously loved each other, two younger siblings who adored her. And her parents adored me too, always asking me to stay for dinner whenever I was over.

This time, Mum offered Kim dinner, which she accepted after sending a message to her parents. Having received my new dietary guidelines, Mum made dinner for herself, my two sisters and Kim, while I prepared my own. Mum had made sure I wasn’t a lazy slob growing up. I helped with laundry and housework, my room was kept today, and I could prepare simple but healthy meals in the kitchen.

After dinner and helping clean up, I took Kim by the hand, leading her to my bedroom. She’d been there plenty of times before, but this time, it felt a little different. Thankfully, Mum nor my sisters said anything. We ended up gaming for an hour or so. It was something we liked to do from time to time, ensuring we bought co-op games to play together. The banter always flowed between us, plenty of laughter at the same time.

“I’d better go,” she finally announced, noticing the time was getting late. I still needed to shower and unwind. Walking her home, she held my hand, gently pressing her body into mine as we walked ever so slowly the path that led from my house to hers. Stopping at her front door, she turned towards me, standing up on the single step that led inside.

I took a chance and kissed her properly, wrapping my arms around her as I pulled her close, ensuring that, this time, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She’d definitely chewed on some gum in preparation for the moment, and when she released a light whimper, I couldn’t help smile. And she could have felt something press into her below.

“Danny, just one thing,” she whispered, breaking the kiss, “I’m not going to be your rebound.”

“Kim…”

She smiled, placing a finger at my lips. “Listen, I love you, okay? You’ve been my best friend most of my life and I don’t want to lose that. So I won’t be your next girlfriend. But…” This time, it was her turn to kiss me, no surprise she ended up pressed against the door. When I pulled back ever so slightly, the look in her eyes was something I’d never seen. “As I was going to say, I’d love nothing more than to hook up with you whenever you want. I can’t think of anyone more I’d love to lose it with.”

“Oh… I would have thought… I mean…”

“Three boyfriends, none got more than a little upper chest action. I dated because you weren’t available and I hated being alone.”

“Don’t want to rush this either, Kim.”

“Nor do I, so you’re not coming in tonight!” We both chuckled at her tone. “But I do want to be intimate with my best friend. Sex is meant to be fun, right? And if sex leads to the confession of deepening feelings later, then we’ll deal with it then. We’re meant to be adults, right? We can talk about things?”

“We can and we will, Kim. I promise.”

“Right, I’m going to go inside, otherwise I’ll want to spend all night kissing the schools star half-back on my doorstep, and my parents will eventually come looking for me.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early as always, Danny. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I waited until she was inside, the door locked, before I turned and walked home. I managed to start whistling a tune within ten seconds. Life was looking good.

*****

“How was your first training session?” Mum asked once I sat down at the dinner table.

“It was mostly introducing me to everyone. The coach and staff are all friendly, aware that I’d be a little overawed by it all to start with. Being introduced to all the players was something else. Billy’s a nice guy, pretty much already taken me under his wing. Admitted that he’d have retired for this season, but they convinced him to stay for one last season to give me time to get ready. Big fat bonus cheque no doubt helped too. But I did take part in drills, the usual thing. Passing. Kicking. Tackling. A little five on five, only light contact. I was worried one of the big units would absolutely crunch me as a way of welcoming me to the team. The biggest guy picked me up so easily, even I could see the humour. Put me down on the ground and warned me I was likely to be picked out and smashed very quickly on my debut.”

“What are the facilities like?” Kyla wondered, “Considering how bad they’ve been, I’ve got this vision of a dilapidated old building and a field covered in sand and dirt.”

“State of the art. I sat down with the coach again for a little one-on-one, and it was a brutal yet honest discussion. He knows the next couple of seasons are make or break for him too. He’s been brought in to turn things around, but it just hasn’t happened. He didn’t exactly say he was pinning his hopes on me, he doesn’t want on young shoulders, but I’m a marquee signing as one of the hot prospects for the league this season. Hope I don’t fuck it up and fail within a couple of seasons.”

“Well, at least your team is playing at home for the first game so that might help.”

“Coach said I won’t be in the squad just yet. Wants me to attend training, go through some practice games. He suggested that around game six is when I might sit on the bench. A dozen games and he might give me my full debut. He’ll want me playing more often than not by the end of the season, and said the intention is that I’ll play just a little more than half the games. I’d prefer to play at half-back but he suggested I could learn from Billy if I play next to him at stand-off, though he suggested playing at dummy-half will also help my development, particularly as it helps my situational awareness of the entire game.”

Finishing dinner, I had a little homework to complete before making a quick call to Kim, as I hadn’t seen her after school, having to hurry off to footy training. Since that night of our first kiss, we’d got together a couple of times, nothing more than a lot more making out happening, but we were not in any rush anyway. I’d confessed I wasn’t a virgin any longer. She laughed, assuring me everyone at school was aware. Not from anything I’d said, she just said it was obvious I’d had sex.

Speaking of sex, I hadn’t enjoyed it every single night since losing my virginity with my mother, though she had taken up a lot of my time. Kyla and Aimee had woken me up most mornings with a blowjob, and I usually had enough time to return the favour. The Friday night at the end of my first week back at school, Mum had dragged me into her room, using my cock for her own enjoyment until she passed out. The Saturday night, I was out with friends and returned home far too late, and inebriated, to do anything with anyone. Still woke up the next morning with two naked sisters in bed with me, so it wasn’t all bad.

That second week was a sign of things to come. Piles of homework. Assignments to prepare and complete, thankfully most being nothing more than essay writing. Mum tried not to tire me out, but I knew by Friday night, my sisters were getting a little grumpy with my mother not sharing the wealth. Thankfully, she realised before it became an issue, the three discussing something quietly before joining me in the living room, where I was sipping a glass of water.

“Kyla tonight and tomorrow, Aimee tomorrow night and Sunday, Kyla Sunday night,” Mum said, “If that’s okay with you, baby?”

“And you, Mum?”

“I’ve enjoyed you the past two weeks. But… I might go see my sister this weekend, leave you kids to have fun.”

“You don’t have to, Mum,” Kyla said.

“I know, but I don’t want to get in the way. And if you want to have a threesome, I hope you just look after each other while doing it.”

Mum disappeared into her bedroom to pack her bag. I didn’t like the idea that she felt it necessary to leave, walking her to her car. When I suggested that, she hugged me tightly, assured me that she was fine, and to make sure I treated my sisters just like I’d treated her. Whispering how much she loved me, she smiled as she reversed her car, beeping the horn before disappearing from view.

Walking back inside, my sisters were on the couch, nursing a glass of wine and wearing nothing at all, a pile of clothes piled up on the floor. Both spread their legs upon seeing me, and I couldn’t help lick my lips. Both now kept a trimmed patch of fur above their pussy, and from how they were glistening, they were already excited. Taking off my t-shirt and lowering my shorts, two pairs of eyes lit up at the sight of my rapidly hardening cock.

“Do my sisters need some attention?” I wondered.

“Maybe you could eat our tight and horny little pussies?” Kyla asked in her ‘little girl’ voice.

“Then you could fuck my older sister afterwards?” Aimee added.

“My little sister and I want to be fucked together,” Kyla told me, “Not a threesome, but instead of one of us overnight, the three of us will just sleep together. You’re not a virgin, and while our first time will be special, Danny, it would be even more special sharing it with my sister.”

“Fine by me. Absolutely fine by me.”

Both smiled. “Good. My pussy needs some attention now,” Aimee said, “So since Kyla gets your cock first, I want your mouth right now.”

“Whatever my sister wants,” I chuckled, getting down to my knees, pulling her closer and just burying my face between her legs.

She moaned almost immediately once my tongue touched her. As I focused on Aimee, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kyla was fondling herself, smiling when she turned her body enough so I could watch that while I ate out her sister. Running my hands up her body, I gave those wonderful breasts of hers some attention, pinching and tweaking her nipples, which seemed to send a flood of juices into my mouth.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried, “You’ve learned so quickly, baby.”

Kyla laughed. “I do love my little sister’s big tits.”

“So does your little brother. Practically latches on whenever I expose them nowadays.”

“Seems to be addicted to your little pussy too.”

I felt her fingers run through my hair. “Danny loves my tight, little pussy. And it was just made perfectly for his big, fat cock. Can’t wait to feel him inside me for the first time.”

Kyla leaned across to kiss her sister. “Tonight, I promise. He’s making love to us both. And then the rest of the weekend. We’re going to wear him out.”

Lifting my mouth from my sister, I said, “Good thing I’m not busy this weekend.”

My sisters both giggled. “You are busy this weekend, sweetie,” Kyla retorted, “You’re busy fucking your sisters, having those same sisters suck your cock while you eat our pussies, and we might find time to head outside for a swim.”

Aimee was squirming by now, desperate to orgasm, though I was denying her as best I could, wanting to make her cum hard so she’d remain satisfied for a while. But when I slid a finger inside her, she practically forced her entire down, ensuring I found her spot as my tongue found its way to her clit. To say she exploded wouldn’t be an understatement, loving the taste of her juices and cream.

As she calmed down, I pulled Kyla towards me, making her squeal, before I buried my face and turned that squeal into a loud moan. I wanted to make my big sister cum hard like her little sister, immediately sliding two fingers inside her, finding her spot rather easily.

“Oh fuck yes, Danny!” she cried out. Aimee, though still recovering, managed to position herself to take one of her breasts in her mouth. That earned a coo of delight as Aimee managed to move up onto her knees, and soon Kyla was squirming away as she was assaulted at two parts of her body.

She tasted a little different to her sister. Difficult to explain what it was, though I’d say my sisters definitely had a sweeter taste than their mother. I’m sure I’d learn even more if I took on more partners. Then I found myself wondering what Kim would taste like and I couldn’t help stop and smile. My sisters weren’t stupid.

“Kim?” Kyla whispered.

“Just wondering what she tasted like,” I admitted, “Sorry, I’ll focus on you. I love your pussy, Kyla.”

I was surprised both of my sisters smiled. They knew Kim was my best friend and that I would think about something perhaps happening with her. “Please make love to me now,” Kyla whimpered.

Considering how hard and horny I was, I would have loved bringing her off with my mouth, but I easily picked her up in my arms, immediately told to carry her into her room. Placing her down, she spread her legs as I got into position, both of us moaning as I wasted no time sliding inside her. I trusted slowly as she moved her hips, realising she was trying to rub her clit, so I used short strokes. When she enjoyed an orgasm, I couldn’t help feel a little arrogant about the fact I’d made my big sister cum the very first time we made love.

Aimee got onto bed, telling me to keep going until I’d at least cum in her. Kyla begged me to keep fucking her at the same time, pushing her legs back at the knees until they were by her breasts, pumping into her harder and faster. She urged me on, noticing she was watching my thick cock disappearing inside her with each thrust. Aimee was fondling herself next to us, cheering both of us on. That had Kyla and I both chuckling away at her enthusiasm.

Kyla loved the position I had her in, running her hands up and down my arms to my shoulders as I leaned down to kiss her. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, “I want your cum, little brother.”

“So fucking tight, Kyla,” I growled, “Going to fuck you so much going forward.”

“I think you’ll be doing a lot of fucking regardless,” she said, smiling at me, “But I’m glad you love my pussy so much.”

“I love my sister, Kyla.”

“I know, sweetie. Show me how much by finishing inside me.”

I was surprised I’d lasted this long considering how horny I was. And her tight, hot and very wet pussy was doing its best to suck the cum right out of my cock. When I did finally orgasm, I’m fairly sure the face I pulled was not sexy at all. But it felt pretty damned wonderful, feeling my body just drain of energy before flopping onto my sister, just with it enough not to squash her.

Her fingers caressed my back as I did need a couple of minutes to catch my breath. “Holy shit, my little brother can fuck!”

That changed the mood, the three of us bursting into laughter as I pulled out then rolled off my sister, Kyla cuddling into me. Aimee was on her side, still fondling her pussy. “Give me ten and you can hop on if you want,” I told her.

While she would take ten to ride me, that didn’t stop her leaning over to take my cock in her mouth. After sucking for a minute, she lifted her head up. “I can taste my sister’s pussy and your cum, Danny. I have to say, it’s rather delightful.” Then she leaned over my body and stuck her face between her sister’s legs. That had me rock hard again almost immediately, Kyla moaning as I had a feeling Aimee was licking her clean.

Seeing I was now hard again, Aimee straddled my lap and I watched, mesmerised, as my cock slowly disappeared in the pussy of my other sister. As soon as I was buried, she leaned forward, needing a cuddle from her younger brother. Kyla hugged her too. “Sorry,” Aimee murmured, “Big moment. I won’t admit how long I’ve fantasised about you, Danny.”

“Oh, me too,” Kyla whispered, “Our little brother is a fucking hunk.”

“How do you think I’ve felt about you two?” I retorted.

“Ride him, Aimee,” Kyla urged, “Enjoy his big cock. And I want to see my little sister cum more than once while doing so.”

Aimee sat back and started to ride me nice and slow, rolling her lower body as I knew she’d rub her clit against me at the same time. Running my hands up and down her body, she grinned as I grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples as always, though Kyla eventually sat up and paid attention to those on my behalf, as I bent my knees and started to thrust up into Aimee.

“Oh fuck!” Aimee cried out.

Her first orgasm hit her big time. She practically whimpered as she shuddered, refusing to stop riding me for a single second, moaning and whimpering as Kyla refused to stop giving her breasts attention at the same time. It was sensory overload for Aimee, who enjoyed a second orgasm rather quickly, and when her third one tore through her body, Kyla relented on her breasts as Aimee leaned forward, kissing me deeply.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, “Fuck me hard and fill me up.”

I fucked her for longer than she probably expected. Her pussy was so tight, I was left thinking that I was just fortunate that the three women I’d been with felt that way, or my cock was large enough that, no matter who I fucked, it would always feel that way. “Your pussy is incredible,” I managed to say.

“So’s your cock!” Aimee exclaimed.

“Agree with that one, little sister,” Kyla added, “He’s going to be a little addictive.”

That caused me to snort. “Says the women who have woken me up with a blowjob the past two weeks. Not complaining, simply an observation.”

Rolling her over onto her back, she spread her legs wide, holding her legs underneath each knee, begging me to finally finish inside her. My youngest sister had her wish granted within five minutes, feeling a sense of relief that I’d finally cum a second time. To my amusement, when I pulled out of her, sitting back on my knees, Kyla leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, repeating the same words as her sister about how my cum and her sister’s pussy tasted.

I was wiped. I’d only had two orgasms but both had been intense. I was still at the age when I could probably cum again at least one more time, but my sisters took pity on me, taking me by the hand to our shared bathroom, the three of us showering together. I’d seen my sisters naked enough by now to appreciate it completely but I still enjoyed just cuddling both of them, and they absolutely loved it when I offered to wash their hair. Aimee started crying again, needing a hug from us both, whispering that it just felt intimate in the moment and her feelings overwhelmed her.

Kyla had bought herself quite a large bed once she’d started work, so after changing some rather stained sheets, we snuggled together in bed. The two girls fell asleep before me, cuddling into me from either side. Kissing each forehead on offer, they both smiled as they slept. I lay awake, wondering what would happen next. I knew I couldn’t just sleep with my sisters and mother the rest of my life. There are usually expectations that I’d find a partner, start a family, that sort of thing. Family men were popular with administrators at rugby league clubs. Young single men would be contracted but there were obvious concerns they’d get up to trouble too often.

Then again, there were enough stories in the media about what married footy players would get up to, and a wedding ring didn’t stop men or women from wanting to hook up with each other.

The rest of the weekend was spent mostly naked, though due to her larger bust size, Aimee would happily go without panties but would wear a bra. Her breasts were not large enough to cause back pain, but she already worried about sag as she got older. I assured that her breasts were still wonderfully perky and I’d ‘help’ however I could.

We did end up fucking around the house all day Saturday and most of Sunday. Every room was christened with both sisters. I didn’t cum every single time. I think if I had, my balls would have fallen off. But I made sure my sisters enjoyed at least one orgasm in each room we fucked, while we also enjoyed fooling around when outside.

Had our first proper threesomes on the Saturday. Best one was when I was lying back, Kyla on my cock and Aimee on my face, though my sisters admitted they also enjoyed when I fucked Aimee from behind as she feasted on her older sisters’ pussy. By Sunday afternoon, the three of us were exhausted. I could just about get hard, but even a blowjob would have been too much for me by then. Aimee was napping in her room, Kyla lazing by the pool, while I was lying on the couch when Mum returned home.

Thankfully, I was wearing shorts and a singlet vest, Mum leaving a soft kiss on my lips. Sitting on her favourite chair, she asked, “How’s your weekend been?”

“Exhausting. I’m glad I’ve got school tomorrow.”

Mum laughed out loud, which made me smile. Mum was even happier lately and I’m glad I was part of the reason why. “Worn you out, have they?”

“We had a lot of fun. But…” Sighing, Mum immediately moved to snuggle with me on the couch. “I love my sisters, and this weekend has been awesome, but I already know that, while it might last, I just can’t afford what we do to be known. Thing is, if I meet someone I fall in love with, how do I give you three up?”

“Then you’ll have a hard decision to make, sweetie. And the three of us won’t tell you what to do. It’s up to your own heart and mind.”

“Kim has pretty much said she won’t be a rebound, but that she would like to have sex. We’ve spoken since, and she’s happy not to be exclusive until she’s graduated university.”

“Really? She’s willing to just date and fuck you for the next four years?”

“She’s pretty much insinuated she’ll fuck me and no-one else, but after everything with Rachel, is almost telling me to go out and enjoy myself. Something about two years of teasing leaving anyone feeling rather frustrated with things.”

“Anyone else at school catching your fantasy?”

Laughing away, Mum giggled too as she understood. “Only half our year group, at least half a dozen teachers, one administrator and, shit, even Ms Symonds would probably look fit in the right clothing.”

“Isn’t fucking a teacher every young male fantasy?”

“Yep. But it’s also not entirely realistic. I certainly wouldn’t touch a married teacher, not after…”

“I know, sweetie,” Mum whispered, “Proves you’re a good man.”

“But dating how it is nowadays, there’s nothing wrong with having a few options on the go, as long as I’m upfront and honest that I’m not being exclusive with anyone.”

“So friends with benefits?”

“In a way, yes. I might take them out on a date but the expectation that the relationship is mostly based on physical aspects, that being sex.”

“Courting and dating sure has changed since my day,” Mum suggested, “If you went on a date with a boy, that was it. You were dating until you agreed it wasn’t working or you ended up married. The idea I would have dated more than one man at a time? I’d have been called a slut in seconds.”

“Different times we’re in nowadays, Mum.”

“You’re telling me!”

“Anyway, how’s Auntie Caroline?”

Mum cleared her throat. “I might have gotten a little carried away talking about us, sweetie. She’s a little eager for some cock. A real one, as she relies on synthetic or plastic at the moment. Would you be willing to…?”

“Hell yes, Mum. I’ve always thought Auntie Caroline was pretty. Helps that she’s just a slightly… er… um…”

“Younger version of your mother?”

“Her tits are a little bigger. There we are, safe option to anything else I could possibly say. Anyway, is this something happening soon? Just an idea? Or is she arriving in an hour?”

“I said I’d talk to you first. I’m thinking her visiting here would be better than you going there. If your cousins found out, it would be awkward. Then again, fucking your auntie isn’t illegal, so it would just be seen as weird.”

Mum and I made dinner together. My dietary plan was to be followed Monday to Saturday. Sunday was a free day, though I was warned not to go out and gorge on a pile of shit food, otherwise the other six days meant nothing. Mum agreed to cook one of my favourite dishes each Sunday, things like a roast dinner, lasagna, a casserole or other such dishes. Things Mum had made for years and that I’d always enjoyed.

Before I headed off to bed that night, I told the three of them that I’d be sleeping alone due to sheer exhaustion. Aimee and Kyla sighed with relief as they admitted their little pussies had taken a battering as well, and the thought of my cock inside them one last time had them almost curling up in pain. Mum admitted to being rather tired herself, enjoying her time with her sister at the same time I was doing the same thing with mine.

I don’t think any of us lasted past 10pm before we were all tucked up in our own beds alone.

*****

“So are you dating Kim or not?” Mark asked at lunch.

“No, we’re not dating. She doesn’t want to be my ‘rebound’ and I don’t want anything exclusive. My own mother suggested I spend some time dating around, that I don’t just leap into my next relationship quickly. Kim has already told me she’s happy with a FWB situation.”

“Shit, really?” Chris exclaimed, “I always thought of her as a little…” I glared at him immediately. He sat back and grinned. “I wasn’t going to say it, mate. I know how much you two care about each other.”

“I still don’t know why didn’t start dating her instead of Rachel,” Mark muttered.

“Because we’re friends first, mate. I’ve known her longer than anyone else except my family.”

Greg started to laugh. “I know for a fact that, in ten years, you’ll be married with three kids together.”

“If you’re not dating Kim, is she dating anyone else?” Mark finally asked.

“No, she’s single, just like me.” I wasn’t going to admit I was fucking my sister’s and mother to anyone. “But she won’t date until… um… Anyway, I don’t think she’s interested in dating anyone else. She already knows what university she’ll likely be attending, and has pretty much suggested that a FWB relationship with me would work well, simply because she could fob off questions by saying she’s involved with me.”

“And she’d be okay with you fucking others?” Greg wondered.

“Yes, she knows we won’t be exclusive and that’s the whole point of a FWB relationship. I’ve told Kim that, as soon as she wants exclusivity, I’d drop everyone else unless I had feelings for someone.”

“But you already have feelings for Kim,” Mark insisted.

“I love her but I’m not in love with her. That might change in the future. At the moment, we’re happy with our arrangement.” Clearing my throat, I added, “Anyway, first game of the season is this Saturday at our home ground. I won’t be starting nor on the bench, but my presence is required as part of the team. Mum, Kyla, Aimee and Kim will be there. Any of you guys coming along?”

“Mate, all of Northern Meadows High School will be there, at least our year group. When you make your debut? The entire fuckin’ school, mate!”

A school day was broken up into eight ‘periods’. Two in the morning before a short recess. Two after that before a five minute break, then two more before lunch. After an hour for lunch, two more before the end of the day. My last double period that day was PE (what Yanks call gym class), something I always enjoyed as there was more chance of being outside than stuck in a classroom. Thankfully, they’d split the curriculum recently, as Kyla had done PDHPE (Physical Development, Health, Physical Education), and they’d spent most of their time in the classroom, little emphasis on the third part. Now there was Development and Health classes, and PE classes.

Miss Taylor was the lone female PE teacher and I was fortunate enough to be in her class. Being a rather confident young man nowadays, I hadn’t been backwards in coming forwards regarding my flirting with our new teacher. What surprised me in return was her flirting in return, and it didn’t take long for it to get rather naughty. We never did it in front of any other students, leaving it for before our class, when I usually arrived first, primarily to flirt with her, or I’d hang out afterwards, and we’d have a chat about things.

The class went off without a hitch as usual, heading out to the sports field as she put us through a series of drills, the whole point of PE being to keep students fit and healthy. As soon as the end of day bell rang, nearly everyone else hurried off to grab their bags and hurry off home. I waited until everyone had given us space before I approached Miss Taylor. She curled her hair behind her ear, looking rather adorable and shy. She always was with me. I had a feeling why.

“Good class again, Miss Taylor.”

“You barely seemed to break a sweat, Danny.”

“Well, I do have a good level of base fitness due to my future profession. I’m in the gym pumping iron every evening at the moment as I need to maintain my strength.” I flexed a bicep in front of her. “Go on, Miss. Have a feel of that one.”

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment before one of her soft hands squeezed my upper arm. “Wow, that’s quite impressive,” she whispered, running her fingers up to my shoulder before moving back to my bicep and down my forearm. Meeting my eyes, she blushed immediately as she removed her hand.

“Need to be fit and strong for what I’m going to endure on the footy field. Six foot two behemoths running at me? A good reason I do a little boxing. Getting hit in the face sets me up for when I tackle a beast weighing over one hundred kilos.”

Walking towards the PE building, she chuckled away. “You’re around five-nine, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, plenty of players who were even shorter. Generally playing your position, stand-off, dummy-half.”

“Which team do you support, Miss?”

“Well, truth be told, I’m actually a Rangers girl. My dad was, and my grandfather too. It’s tradition in our household. I only live a twenty minute walk from this school now. Have my own little apartment.”

“Did you attend here as a student?”

“Oh no. I was sent to an all-girls high school. Fairly sure my father it was to protect my virtue. Let me tell you, young women can talk about the nastiest… um…” She met my eyes again before we walked into her office. “Anyway, I’m sure you have homework…”

“Can I give you a lift home, Miss? Hot day, I’m sure you don’t want to walk home in this heat.”

“What about Kim?”

I couldn’t resist grinning. “She’s not my girlfriend, Miss, and she said she was going into town to the library. She’s probably on the bus by now.”

“I’m not sure…”

“It’s just a lift, Miss Taylor.”

She chewed on her bottom lip again, looking me up and down. Damn, she looked sexy in that moment. Dark red, almost mahogany red hair. A pair of utterly gorgeous green eyes. Remnants of freckles across her face. I could pick her ancestry as she was rather pale, the barest hint of a tan. She licked her lips and I could only imagine what it would be like to kiss her. Being a PE teacher, she was naturally athletic, but there was no missing she had a great pair of tits. And her legs were out of this world. Probably only around five-five, but with the shorts she was wearing, tight to her arse, and those thighs…

“Okay,” she said softly, “I’ll just grab my things.”

Grabbing her own backpack, we walked side by side towards my car, thankful the student car park was already empty. I’m fairly sure it was empty within five minutes of the final bell of the day ringing. Opening the door for her, she smiled and thanked me before sliding in, walking around the car, dumping my bag in the back, before getting behind the wheel.

The drive to her apartment complex didn’t take all that long, parking up outside on the street. She glanced at me again, looking rather thoughtful. “I’ve barely been full-time teaching a couple of months and I’m already thinking of doing something very inappropriate,” she said softly.

“And what would that be, Miss?”

“Want to come inside for a drink?”

“I’d love to, Miss.”

Following her inside, I was mesmerised by the way her his swayed and the firmness of that tight butt on display. The apartment complex was only three levels, and she lived in one of the two on the top floor. Following her inside, it was rather modern, only a one room place, but she admitted that, being single, she’d rather live alone. She liked having few distractions.

“As you’re driving, I’m assuming you don’t want a beer?”

“Soda will be fine, Miss.”

“You’re in my home now, Danny. My name is Rebecca, though I prefer Becca.”

“Becca it is. Only here though.”

Leading me to her couch, we sat down. As I positioned myself first, I was surprised she sat close to me, kicking off her shoes and curling her legs underneath her, turning to face me. “So your first game of the season is Saturday. How are you feeling about it?”

“I’m not playing so I don’t have any nerves. I do hope the team starts the season well though.”

“How’s training going?”

“It’s tough. My skills are already there, it’s simply about improving them with experience. Most of the training is still strength and conditioning. As I’m only part-time, it will take me longer to build a base fitness that’ll get me through the season. Once I’m full-time, I’ll be in nearly every day. But youth has its advantages. What about you? Any sports you play?”

“I played netball until I was eighteen. Blew my knee out at nineteen. Took a year just to feel comfortable walking again. I now do a couple of things I find a little less strenuous.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Golf.” She took a sip of her drink before meeting my eyes, “And sex. The only problem is finding a regular partner for the second one. Surprisingly, finding golf buddies is quite easy.”

“You’re seriously telling me you’re finding it difficult…”

“Well, I’m far pickier about those I’ll fuck than those I’ll play a round of golf with, Danny.”

“Hmmm. I guess playing a round of golf with a bunch of fifty year old dudes… Yeah, I see your point.”

“I know exactly why you asked to give me a lift, Danny. You’re not exactly subtle with all your flirting, though I also know what happened with you before the school year started. I’m guessing you’re looking for a little bit of fun with an attractive teacher?”

“I’ll be completely honest. Bingo, Becca. I’m an adult, so are you. We don’t tell anyone, we can have a lot of fun together.”

She leaned forward to place her soda can on the coffee table. She took mine and placed it next to hers. Then she leapt on me. Her lips felt wonderful as they pressed against mine, leaning back against a couple of cushion as she wasted no time straddling my lap. Feeling her tongue slide into my mouth, I ran my hands down her back towards her arse. “You have any idea how popular you are?” she breathed.

“How do you mean?” I had to wonder.

“The teachers, Danny. When we get together, as soon as the men leave, my god, are you a hot topic of conversation. We pretty much all want to be with you like this.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Even Ms Symonds wants to drag you into her office, just have you bend her over her desk and pound her silly. She’s divorced, lonely and aching for some young, hard dick.” She smirked. “I’m getting you first.”

“Fine with me. You’re fucking fit, Becca.”

Sitting up, she knew what I wanted, wrapping her limbs around me as I easily carried her into the sole bedroom, placing her down and I think we practically tore of each other’s clothing in our haste to get naked and down to having some fun. I know my eyes lit up seeing her breasts for the first time, while her hands were busy caressing my body. I ensure I had her naked first, taking note of her arousal, which soon filled the room as her scent was wonderful, though when my cock was finally freed from my underwear, I enjoyed the sound she made.

“Fucking hell, you’re hung as fuck, Danny,” she gasped, “You fucked Kim yet?”

“No, not yet. I’m actually worried I’ll hurt her the first time.”

“She’s a virgin?” Nodding, Rebecca smiled. “Oh, I know you’ll be wonderful.” Feeling her fingers wrap around my shaft, I leaned down to kiss her again, pulling her tight to my body, her hardened nipples pressing into my chest. When my hands moved down to her arse again, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze, she had to giggle. “I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell, Danny.”

“Well, consider me honoured… Does that sound weird?”

“Nope, it just means you’re happy to be here.”

“I think it’s obvious how happy I am.”

Pushing me back a couple of steps, she left a trail of kisses down my body towards my groin, making note of the fact I kept myself shaved bare. I was honest and thought it just looked better, and probably made my cock look bigger. She laughed, assuring me my cock would look enormous even with out of control pubes.

She didn’t tease me. She licked my shaft up and down for about a minute, getting it nice and wet, before I watched half of it disappear inside her mouth, her green eyes gazing up into mine. Moaning softly, I placed my hand on the back of her head as she wasted no time taking more and more of my cock each time. She couldn’t deepthroat, stopping for a moment to admit that. I just leaned down, kissed her softly, and said what she was doing felt wonderful.

That comment simply upped her enthusiasm and determination to make me cum, and I was left thinking she would be happy to swallow. When I had to ask, feeling my orgasm approaching, the look in her eyes suggested that was a rather stupid question. But I’m a gentleman and don’t just assume.

There was no doubt she wanted me to cum quickly. I didn’t blame her, as I was eager to eat her out, and I think we were both eager to fuck. She knew I wouldn’t be there for dinner nor for the night, it was only going to be a couple of hours of fun for an afternoon, though I was hoping it wouldn’t be the only time we did this.

“Fuck… Becca…”

She released my cock, stroking me quickly. “Going go cum in my mouth, Danny? Your hot little teacher’s hungry mouth?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m going to.”

Having me take over, she happily sat back with her mouth open, waiting for me to finish in her mouth. I groaned as that first spurt hit bullseye, and after the first three, she lowered her mouth back onto my cock, moaning softly as she bobbed up and down again. “Oh fuck,” I grunted, feeling my knees go a little weak as it was a rather nice orgasm.

She sucked me off until I was empty, sitting back again on her knees. Making her squeal as I lifted her up rather easily in my arms, throwing her onto the bed, watching her bounce, still giggling away, as I leapt onto the bed to join her. “Want my hot little pussy now, Danny?” she asked, sucking on a finger, trying to look innocent, “But I’m your teacher. You shouldn’t be tasting my tight pussy, hungry to feel you cum in it later.”

Grabbing her legs, I pulled her closer to me, earning another giggle and squeal, as I leaned down to kiss her. “Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” I growled, kissing her hard as my fingers moved to feel up her pussy. She was hot and wet, eager to be fucked. “Always wanted to fuck a teacher. Glad you turned up, Miss Taylor. Now I’m going to think about this afternoon every class going forward.”

“Think this won’t be the only time?” she retorted, “Danny, you’re going to be fucking me a lot, or so I hope.”

“Let me eat this pussy on offer first before we get to the fucking stage.”

What surprised me is that Becca spread her legs wide and practically pushed my head down to her pussy. It glistened from how horny she was, her thighs rather wet at the same time. I licked up her thighs, tasting her for the first time, while her scent was delicious. I made myself laugh, thinking I was becoming a bit of a pussy addict. Honestly, I’d offer my services to the girls at school, those who were legal, just to taste a different pussy every day.

I knew I’d have to thank my mother and sisters for showing me what to do as, though the fact Rebecca was horny as fuck helped, it didn’t take too long before she was warning me she was close within a couple of minutes. I loved feeling her pressing her body down into my mouth, eager for my tongue to please her. Sliding my tongue inside her sent a shiver through her body, and I could only hope her neighbours weren’t in, as she wasn’t being quiet.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, “Make me cum!”

What my teacher wants, my teacher gets. When she begged for me to lick her clit, I had no problem being told what to do that would make it feel wonderful, and doing what she wanted achieved the desired result, her body shuddering as she cried out something intelligible, but I was rewarded with tasty teacher juices.

It was such a good one, she actually asked me to stop for a while, sitting back on my knees, amused when her body quivered occasionally, running her hands up and down her body. “Holy shit,” she muttered, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“An older woman.”

“Well, whoever she was, give her my thanks. Most young men your age won’t even eat pussy.”

“More fool them. I’m an equal opportunities lover. You go down on me, I’ll go down on you.”

Returning to the living room, I grabbed our soda cans, handing one to her once I was back on the bed, no surprise she took a couple of big gulps. Placing both cans on the nightstand, she rolled into me, our lips meeting again, a softer kiss this time, still passionate but no longer the urgency we were feeling earlier.

As soon as her fingers wrapped around my cock again, it was easy to figure out what she desired, and as I was hard, it would be a shame to waste an erection. Rolling onto her back, I slowly slid my cock inside her, unable to hold back the moan as she was incredibly tight. “Oh shit, you’re thick,” she murmured, “Take it easy, big guy.”

“I will, don’t worry,” I replied softly.

I took my time burying my cock, using the slow method of pulling back after an inch or two, then sliding more inside again. I was in no rush to just pound her senseless. I knew I’d have to go home eventually, so intended to enjoy it. Her face lit up once I’d buried my cock entirely, glad I wasn’t hurting her. “Fuck, that’s good,” she moaned.

As I started to thrust, I could only agree with that assessment. I’d go further and say she felt practically perfect. Add to that she was gorgeous and an undeniable sexpot, and there was no missing the attraction we already felt for each other.

Her legs eventually wrapped around me, changing the angle. She moaned louder, a string of curses that was impressive in itself, all of them waxing lyrical about my cock and how it felt, plus one or two compliments regarding my physique. “Pump me, lover boy,” she moaned, “I need to feel you cum in me.”

“Want to make you cum too.”

“Don’t worry about me. That orgasm you gave me will have me walking on air for a week. Gimme that cum!” She paused before adding, “I’m safe, of course. We live in a country where the pill is readily available. So give me that gooey goodness deep in my pussy.”

“Damn, Miss…”

“I know what I want. Fuck me hard!”

So I fucked her harder. She moaned. She groaned. Made her grunt a couple of times. When she winced, I held back as I didn’t like the idea of hurting her. She did admit I went deep a couple of times that caused a moment of discomfort, but her heels dug into my lower back, kissing me hard, growling for me to just fuck her until I came.

I have no idea how I managed to last as long as I did. It was nothing like the endurance event of previous weekends with my sisters, but fucking hell, she practically wore me out during that first time. Once I’d finally cum inside her, I had to immediate pull out, roll onto my back, and spend a couple of minutes catching my breath. She actually lifted herself up, worried I’d over-exerted myself.

“No, Miss,” I muttered, “Just fucking you hard as requested. Damn, I know for a fact I’m now the luckiest student at Northern Meadows High.”

“Want me to set you up with some other teachers?”

That had me whipping my head, my eyes no doubt wide in surprise. “You’re serious?”

“Obviously not the married teachers, but there are a few single teachers. All the student teachers are university age, not sure how many are single though. Then there’s Lisa in the office, she’s single.”

“I’ve flirted with her before.”

“Oh, we all know. She’s got a massive crush on you, Danny.” She started to laugh. “Then there are all the girls in your year group, those that are single, who’d love to date the star half-back of our school team, who is soon going to be playing professional footy.” She rolled onto her side, snuggling into me, kissing my cheek. “Don’t worry, this will be our dirty little secret. No-one at that school will want to fuck with your future. Not even you know who…”

I didn’t think we’d have time to fuck again, but once she’d hopped onto my rapidly hardening dick, I enjoyed the show as she rode herself to more than on orgasm. I’d learned, since that first time with my mother, that I loved watching my lover bouncing away on my cock. Plus, from my admittedly limited experience, orgasms were slightly easier to achieve on top than in other positions. Could be wrong though.

After she’d cum a couple of times, I had to take her from behind, just to get an eyeful of her spectacular butt. She loved being fucked doggy-style, and surprised me further by asking me to pull out and cum all over her arse when I was ready. That was a good excuse to enjoy a shower together, and though I think we would have loved to keep going long into the evening, I didn’t have a change of clothes, and I knew I’d have to talk to my mother about it.

Rebecca threw on a robe as she saw me to the door once I’d dressed. Kissing her softly, I couldn’t help run my fingers down her cheek, neither of us able to hold back the grin. “Before you say a word, Danny, we’re definitely doing this again. We’ll just have to be careful. Leaving together won’t be a good look too often, but you know where I live now.”

“I’ll even park my car a street away. It’s not recognisable, but better safe than sorry.”

“I’d like you to stay one night. Think that’s possible?”

“Anything is possible if you put your mind to it.”

“See you tomorrow in class, Danny. Behave yourself.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. I’ll be good. Will be difficult now that I know what you look like naked and seeing your face during orgasm though.”

She kissed me softly. “Thank you for that, by the way. Now scoot, otherwise you won’t go home.”

“See you later, Miss.”

“Have a good night, Danny.”

I was in a good mood the entire way home. Walking in the front door, my mother and sisters were in the living room. Whistling as I walked through the house to dump my things in my bedroom, I returned to find them staring at me for a few seconds before they burst into laughter. “Someone got laid,” Mum said.

“I did, but other than that, you know I don’t share.”

“Was it Kim?” Kyla asked.

“What did I just say! Although, if it was her, she’d probably tell you herself as it would happen here. Not sure I’d want to make love to her with her parents possibly in the house.”

“I do like how he says he’ll ‘make love’ with Kim, but most other girls, he’ll just fuck,” Aimee noted.

“Kim will be special, if or when it does happen,” I stated.

Mum led us into the kitchen as dinner was in the oven, waiting to be served. After I helped set the table, we took our usual seats, digging into piping hot food, as we discussed our day at school or work. The topic turned back to my afternoon, feigning annoyance though I couldn’t help grin as I could see the three of them were happy for me. As Mum had suggested, I was enjoying my life.

The school held an assembly every Monday and Friday morning to go over any important business. Though I wasn’t actually playing, Ms Symonds decided to announce that West Sydney Rangers were playing on Saturday afternoon at home, and that she hoped as many students as possible would head to the stadium to lend their support. I think, in the excitement, Ms Symonds had forgotten I wouldn’t be stepping onto the field, but I knew how excited she was about it.

I was stopped so many times during that Friday, I thought I’d have to put up notices about when or when I would not be playing going forward. Once I asked a few friends to spread word, the questions had stopped by lunchtime, though most of my school teammates told me they’d go watch the match, joining my mother, auntie, siblings and Kim. Miss Taylor also suggested she’d go watch, though was looking forward to my eventual debut.

Meeting up with Kim at my car, she was smiling away as always, greeting me with an end of day and week kiss. “Want to go out for dinner tonight?” I asked. The smile already on her face broadened. “Maybe go bowling afterwards or something? Don’t want to go out for a drink tonight. Have to be on my best behaviour.”

“So a date, Danny?”

“Well, sort of. I know we’ve agreed…”

She started to giggle. “Danny, we’re best friends. We can go out for dinner and bowling without it being anything more than that.”

Taking a deep breath, I added softly, “I’d like you to stay the night at my place.”

“Okay,” she whispered. The idea immediately made her nervous, but the next kiss was intense, finding myself pressed back against my car. “I’d better be waking up naked in your arms tomorrow morning, Danny.”

Clearing my throat, I opened the car door so she could get in, and once behind the wheel, I drove her home. She kissed me again before agreeing a time to pick her up, watching her walk to her door. No-one was home once I’d walked through the door. Even though it was a Friday then the weekend, teachers loved giving us homework, so I focused on that for a couple of hours before completing a gym session, Mum having invested in some weights and a couple of machines that were in the garage.

Letting them know I was taking out Kim that night led to some good natured teasing. When Mum asked if she’d be returning with me that evening, I admitted that it was more than likely she’d be staying the night. “Give us ten minutes warning and we’ll make sure you have privacy,” she said, “Don’t want to make it awkward for her.”

“Thanks, Mum.” Glancing at my sisters, I had to ask, “You don’t mind Kim spending the night?”

“She’s your best friend,” Kyla replied, “The only reason you two haven’t bumped groins already is that you were with the useless slut.”

Rachel wasn’t referred to by name by the women of our household. I didn’t mention her at all, she was best forgotten, but I was left thinking my mother and sisters were left far angrier and upset than I was by what she’d done. I let it go otherwise.

Showering and dressing for what I knew was a date in all but name, Mum and my sisters wished me good luck before I drove up the road to pick up Kim. Knocking on her front door, her father answered within a few seconds. He glared at me in silence for ten seconds before he chuckled, offering his hand to shake. “Good to see you, Danny.”

“You too, sir,” I replied, following him into the house.

“For the last time, my name is John.”

“I know it is, sir.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. Then Kim appeared from her bedroom, and I’m fairly sure my jaw dropped before a goofy grin formed on my face. She was an absolutely fucking vision in black. Vest top, thin straps over her otherwise bare shoulders. Black mini-skirt, and she knew what I loved on a woman, as she was definitely wearing thigh highs, and her shoes were heels, at least an inch or two. She’d taken time to style her hair, and there was a hint of make-up. Kim was naturally gorgeous so it merely accentuated her features, particularly her cheekbones.

“How do I look?” she asked softly.

The fact I was incapable of speech made her parents laugh. “First time I’ve seen him left speechless, sweetie,” her mother replied for me.

Taking her hand, I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered into her ear.

Then Kim dropped her own bombshell. “I’m staying at Danny’s tonight.”

I almost cringed, slowly turning to look at her parents. All they did was smile at the pair of us. “Just be safe, kids. Have fun!” her mother said.

With a sigh of relief, we walked out to my car hand in hand. Once settled in our seats, she leaned across to kiss me properly. “Scrub up nicely yourself, Danny.”

I met her eyes. “You’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, Kim. I can’t remember seeing you like this.”

A definite blush appeared on her cheeks. “I know what you like, Danny.”

I knew what Kim liked in return, so when we arrived at her favourite restaurant, she hugged me tightly as we walked to the door leading inside. It was a lovely little Italian place. I wouldn’t have called it romantic, the families with loud kids would have ruined the mood, but the food was fantastic, and I was always amazed at how conversation flowed so easily with Kim. Another thing I wouldn’t want to lose if it all went wrong later.

Bowling was a lot of fun. We’d both played plenty of times before so it wasn’t a case of having to take it easier on her, just because she was a girl. Did I let her win? Of course I did. She was my best friend, and she got ever so excited whenever scoring a strike, and while she teased me when she won both games, it earned me a soft kiss on the lips each time.

Messaging Mum as we were leaving, I knew we were both feeling nerves during the drive home. The outside light was on when I parked on the road, the cars of my mother and Kyla parked on the driveway. Walking inside together, her hand was gripping mine tightly, locking the door and turning off the light before I led her to my bedroom. Shutting the door, she moved to sit on the edge of my bed, taking off my jacket and hanging that over the back of my chair before sitting next to her.

“I’m so fucking nervous,” she admitted, “Not the sex, Danny. Because it’s you…”

“Good thing or bad thing?”

“You’re my best friend. I just hope tonight doesn’t make things awkward. In my mind, I feel I can separate our friendship from sex. But part of me is scared I won’t be able to do that. We’ll have sex and then I’m going to get insanely jealous while you date around.” She sighed. “But I can’t be your next girlfriend. In fact, I don’t want to be your girlfriend yet. We’re only eighteen with the rest of our lives in front of us. We won’t be the same people in ten years compared to who we are now.”

Lifting my hand to her cheek, I felt her soft skin in my palm, turning her head towards mine as I leaned down to kiss her. “Then just stay the night. There’s no rush to do anything.”

Sighing, she kissed me again. “There isn’t a rush, but what I want more than anything is to be with you, Danny. I’ve thought about that for far too long now. My last boyfriend was desperate to get into my panties but I just couldn’t let him. I knew things were not going well for you with the slut so I bided my time. I know you’ve been with other women already. I don’t blame you for that at all.”

“You’re far too understanding, Kim,” I confessed, “Far too good for me.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it!” she exclaimed. Then she kissed me again, and that was full of all her feelings she did have for me. “Now take off your clothes and make love to me.”

“But you just said…”

“I’m not leaving here tomorrow morning a virgin, Danny.”

“Women are confusing sometimes.”

“But you love us regardless.”

She had me stand up and, with shaking hands, helped take off my clothes, while I took delight in revealing her pale, utterly flawless skin in return. She had worn a bra underneath her top, black along with the rest of her clothing, dropping her mini-skirt to reveal a pair of sheer black panties. I ended up naked before her, watching her eyes light up as she saw my hard cock in the flesh for the first time.

“Do you want me to…” she started to ask.

“Not this time.”

Taking off her bra was easy. She’d never been topless with me before. She giggled at the grin that appeared on my face. She had always worried about her small B-cup breasts, but they were perfect for her body and frame, delightfully pink nipples that looked achingly perfect for her. She was nibbling her bottom lip as I ran my fingers up and down her chest, then down her back to her panties before I kissed her. The immediate moan made us both grin.

Helping her out of her panties, she stood before me almost naked, only her thigh highs and shoes remaining on. From what I could see, she kept herself trimmed but perhaps had the most hair of anyone I’d been with. I couldn’t help smile. She kicked off the latter, but seemed to realise I’d like her to keep on the former. Manoeuvring us onto the bed, I couldn’t get enough of just kissing her. Feeling her fingers digging into my back, she released a small whimper when my cock pressed against her pussy.

“We’re not leaping right into that,” I whispered into her ear, “I want to taste my best friend’s pussy first.”

I lavished her body with attention. As I’ve said, she was pale though not porcelain white, she just didn’t like looking too tanned. She also spent more time inside than out, so that kept her skin looking paler than many of her contemporaries. When I took one of her nipples in my mouth, the moan that escaped her was followed by a giggle. “Oooh, I like this, Danny,” she whispered.

Smiling to myself, as I sucked and nibbled at one of those perfectly pink nipples, I trailed a hand down over her soft skin down to between her legs. She shuddered almost immediately as my fingers brushed over her soaking wet lips. She breathed my name in that seductive way every man loves to hear from a lover, a tone of utter lust and a need for s much more.

Kissing down her body, I continued to run my hands over her body, her skin so smooth at the touch, just doing that could prove a little addictive. But once I ran my tongue up and down her slit, tasting my best friend for the first time, I knew I was in trouble. “Oh fuck,” she moaned.

“Love your taste already, Kim,” I whispered, wasting little time burying my tongue. That earned a louder moan, feeling her legs spread a little wider, raising my eyes to see her beautiful blues looking back down at me in return. Using all the tricks I’d already learned from other lovers, I had her on the brink of orgasm within a few minutes, though I had a feeling she’s spent most of the evening rather horny. I recognised that when a woman had her thighs closed and looking a little flush, that was a universal sign she was horny. And Kim had looked horny through dinner and through our two bowling games.

Kim knew her body well, so when she whispered for me to move my tongue towards her clit, letting me know how she liked it, I almost sat back and raised my fists in triumph when an orgasm tore through her body within a couple of minutes. Feeling her fingers grip my head, she kept in place as she cried out more than once, then begged me to keep going. Grinning to myself again, I immediately slid two fingers inside her, and as soon as I’d found that special spot, I met her eyes again.

“Please,” she whimpered, “Please make me cum again.”

I didn’t just make her cum again once. I made sure my best friend had the time of her life over the next however many minutes it was. I figured I might have to apologise to my sisters the next morning, though I also thought they were probably masturbating to hearing their little brother so obviously pleasing his best friend. Kim pulled her legs back, completely exposing herself. Running my fingers over her little rosebud, she shuddered and moaned again. “Not doing that our first time together,” she giggled, “But I’m not saying no to doing it later.”

She eventually had me stop as she couldn’t take any more for a few minutes. Resting next to her on my side, she lay on her back, a content smile on her face, turning her head to face me. “Your face is wet,” she said before kissing me, “Yep, I do taste rather nice, don’t I?”

“You know?”

“I’ve licked my dildo a few times. Very naughty doing something like that by myself.”

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I noticed her glance and she kissed me again. “I’ve left you looking so hard, Danny. Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t, but I’m going to cum so quickly, Kim.”

“We have all night, Danny.”

I didn’t take my eyes away from hers as I slowly buried my cock inside her pussy. I took it ever so slowly, as she’d admitted to a dildo, but I had no idea how big it was. She was incredibly tight, so tight I was worried I was hurting her whenever she released a startled gasp. But I was happy taking my time, though I knew I was going to go off like a rocket within a couple of minutes.

“You’re much bigger than my dildo,” she whispered when I wasn’t all the way inside her yet, “Much thicker.”

“Glad I’m better than an inanimate object, Kim.”

We both stopped as we burst into laughter, kissing again as I finished burying my cock. Getting comfortable again, we made love, that’s the best way to describe what happened. If we weren’t kissing, I didn’t take my eyes off her face, relying on the rest of my body to take in all the sensations of making love to my best friend. Her hands ran up and down my arms and shoulders, She’d always loved hugging me, and I’d always enjoyed the fact she loved running her hands across my body. Always made me feel good.

“Fuck, Kim, I’m going to finish in a minute,” I moaned. I didn’t feel embarrassed by it. Big moment for us both.

Kissing me again, she rested her hands around the back of my neck. “Cum in me, Danny. Want to feel you cum in me.”

Groaning loudly, I felt her legs wrap around me as I buried my cock a final time and unloaded. Holy shit, it was one hell of an orgasm, her legs tightening with every spurt she would likely feel erupt from my cock. Resting on my forearms as I calmed down, I felt her soft lips on my neck and cheek. “Hope you’ve got more for me tonight, Danny,” she breathed into my ear.

“I’m walking you home tomorrow with both of us hobbling, Kim,” I growled back.

Her eyes lit up before a slow grin formed. “I hope you’re the type of man who lives up to his promises.”

“Want a drink before we continue?”

“I’d love one. Soda?”

“I’ll get a can for us each.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised Mum would stop me on the way back from the kitchen, waiting for me in the living room. All she did was smile before kissing my cheek. “She loves you, Danny,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“Just don’t break her heart.”

“I won’t.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Night, Mum.”

That short conversation had taken place with me naked, my cock erect, still glistening with Kim’s juices all over it. If Mum had wanted, she could have dropped to her knees, sucked my cock, and tasted my best friend. I’m fairly sure she considered it for a few seconds too.

Returning to my bedroom, I passed her a can as we sat side by side, Kim leaning against me as we sipped at our drinks. “I want to ride your cock,” she blurted out, “I’ve seen some porn and it looks like a lot of fun.”

“I’m not going to argue with that idea.”

I ended up finishing inside Kim two more times that evening. She must have ridden my cock for at least half an hour, and enjoyed more than one orgasm. The first time it happened caught her by surprise, then she needed a little cry, admitting the feelings were incredibly intense, needing her best friend to cuddle her for a couple of minutes, before she happily resumed riding me.

The last time I climaxed was with Kim underneath me once again, this time with my hands behind her knees, and while I didn’t fuck her anywhere near as hard as I could, as the thought of hurting her upset me, she certainly liked the long, slow strokes of my cock sliding inside her. And when she enjoyed an orgasm in that position, I think we were both caught by surprise.

“Oh fuck yes!” Kim exclaimed, “I always wondered if I could or not.”

Finishing inside her a third time wiped me out. Kim realised that, happy for me to roll onto my back so she could relax on my chest. She weighed nothing compared to me, so was able to eventually stand up and carry her to the bathroom, as we definitely needed a shower before going to sleep. After washing each other down, we returned to bed, changing the sheets first, before she spooned back against me.

“If you fuck me nice and hard in the morning, I’ll definitely hobble home, Danny.”

I couldn’t help burst into laughter, feeling her shake in my arms as she giggled away. “If that’s what you want, Kim, I’ll do my best to deliver.”

“You’d better!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I looked smug when I walked into the kitchen the next morning, taking a seat at the table. Kim followed me, limping slightly. My sister’s returned knowing glances in my direction as Kim sat next to me, leaning against my shoulder, totally out of it. She had what I already called ‘great sex hair’.

“Good night, guys?” Kyla asked.

“It was good fun,” I replied, “Dinner was nice. I was a gentleman and let Kim win at bowling.” Kim scoffed but cuddled into me tighter. “Then we returned home and went to bed.”

“Uh-huh,” Aimee mocked, “And what about those noises we heard from your room?”

“Oh, that was me getting laid,” Kim replied, “This morning was Danny utterly fucking me. Sorry if I made too much noise, but damn… For a first time, he’s got a lot to live up to now.”

The kitchen fell silent before my mother burst into laughter behind me, my two sisters glancing at each other before they joined in. Mum delivered a couple of plates for us to share, kissing the top of my head before she hugged Kim. “You’re welcome to stay any night you want, Kim,” Mum assured her before she sat down, “You’ve been a fixture around this house for over a decade.”

“Thanks, Lauren. I appreciate it. But we’re not… um…”

“You’re friends with benefits?” Kyla asked.

Kim nodded. “It works for us both. Danny would be a wonderful distraction, but I don’t want a relationship right now. I need to focus on my studies, and what I plan on studying at university will require absolute dedication, taking up nearly all of my time. But…” She looked at me. “He would be wonderful stress relief from time to time.”

Kissing her softly, she kissed me back immediately. “I’ll be there anytime you need me, Kim.”

After breakfast, Kim and I dressed before I walked her the short distance back to her house. Saying goodbye on her doorstep again, that kiss carried far more feeling than any we’d shared before. I’m not sure we’d fall in love. I don’t think either of us would allow it to happen, not yet. Or, if we did feel that way, we’d simply keep it to ourselves until we felt ready.

“I’ll be heading to the clubhouse soon as we all arrive by bus,” I explained, “Mum said she’ll take you along if you need a lift, unless your parents…”

“I’ll go with your mother. Shame you’re not playing today.”

“I’ll get my chance soon enough.”

Kissing me again, she wished me good morning, but more importantly, good luck for later that afternoon, before disappearing inside.

*****

“Daniel, it’s Brian.”

“Hey coach, how can I help?”

I was sitting in the cafeteria with my friends so when he asked I was sitting down, I assured him I was as I was focused on fill my growling stomach. “Danny, Graham tweaked his knee in training this morning. The physio has checked him out thoroughly and told him he’s not playing this weekend, at least. It’s only week five, and I know what I told you, but… When I release the team list to the media on Friday morning, Billy will be at half-back, you will be playing at stand-off. Friday Night Football, Daniel.”

“I’m starting?” I asked quietly.

“You’re starting, kid. Full debut on national television against the Canberra Raiders.”

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, not even recognising that the cafeteria immediately fell silent. “Holy shit,” I whispered.

“Look, I know this is a big moment for any young man your age. Nerves and shit like that. Whatever the case, your teammates have your back. I’ve already spoken to your principal, you’re on half-day Friday. When you finish, come straight to the clubhouse, we’ll go over a few things. Billy will be there to guide you as well.”

“How the hell am I going to concentrate on school now?”

He laughed down the phone. “That’s for you to figure out. As I said, it’s a little earlier than planned, but sometimes, it’s a case of sink or swim. I know you won’t let me down, kid.”

“I won’t, coach. I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I ask from any of my players. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“You will, coach. See you then.”

Hanging up, I glanced around to see everyone at the table looking at me. My hands were shaking like crazy from the adrenaline that had just filled my body. Clearing my throat, I couldn’t help grin as I spoke. “That was Brian, my coach. He just told me something.”

“Well, what is it?” Mark asked.

“The Rangers are playing the Raiders on Friday night. I’m in the starting line up at stand-off next to Billy. I’m making my full debut on the televised game.”

There was a moment of silence before the table erupted, finding my hair ruffled by everyone, slaps on the back and shoulder, plenty of cheers. I should have known that news would spread like wildfire, as Kim appeared within a couple of minutes, giving me a long hug.

Friday morning assembly saw the news announced. It was still a little embarrassing, but at the first two home games, I’d noticed nearly half my year group had shown up just to watch. I’d head out onto the field in my suit and there were still plenty of cheers. My family was offered the chance to watch the game from a box but my mother and sister’s always preferred to sit in with the crowd.

To say my mother was excited was an understatement. As soon as I told her, she cried. Nearly got me going. Kyla and Aimee had nothing but pride in their little brother. They’d always been proud but it was now something more entirely. Kim was more excited than I’d ever seen. All my school teammates assured me they’d be front row to watch the game.

Before I left on Friday, Lisa summoned me back to the principal’s office. Walking side by side, she took my hand and held it for a few seconds, interlacing our fingers. “Good luck tonight, Danny. We’ll all be cheering for you,” she said quietly.

“Thanks.”

“Nervous?”

“Not at the moment. Will probably hit me later.”

Stopping outside the principal’s office, I was surprised when she kissed my cheek. It was brief but had me turning to her in surprise. “Hope you return on Monday after a good game, Danny.”

“Me too.”

The meeting with Principal Symonds was what I expected, asking me how my studies were going, considering how busy I was in addition to schoolwork, she wasn’t the only one who’d be worried I had too many pies in the oven. But I assured her I could deal with it. Other than that, she wished me good luck for later that night, and that many teachers would also be at the stadium.

Walking me to the door, I received my second kiss on the cheek within a couple of minutes. Meeting her hazel eyes, I decided to let the confident young man out for a moment. “You know, ma’am, if you let your hair down to frame your face, I think you’d be stunning.” I enjoyed the blush that formed immediately, the shocked smile on her face as her jaw dropped. “I might see you at the game later tonight, ma’am.”

Before she could reply, I was out the door and walking to the car park. I figured I might pay for that Monday morning, but the shocked smile on her face suggested she liked what she’d heard, even if it was from a student.

Returning home to get changed, Aimee was home as she didn’t have classes on a Friday. As soon as I was naked, she strolled into my room and dropped to her knees. Before I could say a word, my cock disappeared inside her mouth. “I need to go,” I finally said.

“I’m going to make you cum to relieve some stress.”

“Oh… Well, okay then.”

She wasn’t wrong. I felt rather light footed twenty minutes later during my drive to the clubhouse. I wasn’t the first to arrive, but the news of my debut had already been released to the media, so I was greeted by smiles and handshakes. I was the youngest player of the first grade squad by three years. Little wonder the coach was constantly calling me ‘kid’, while others liked to call me ‘Danny Boy’, emphasis on the boy. It was all good-natured, typical footy player banter. Once everyone arrived, it was a team meeting to discuss the game that night, last minute tactics and expectations, the line-up for the opposing side and reviewing the previous game to assess how to nullify their attacks while exposing their defence.

Friday night games kick-off at 19:30, so we would aim to get to the ground around ninety minutes before the game was due to start. Boarding the coach at around 17:30, it wasn’t a long journey regarding distance, but traffic in Sydney was always horrific, so it was simply to give us time. Once the bus pulled up by the player and officials entrance, I was one of the last to step off, no surprise my mother, sisters and Kim were waiting nearby. I think they did their best not to embarrass me too much.

One of the greatest moments of my life to that point was walking into the home changing room, to the locker where my name was. On a hook underneath my name was my jersey I’d wear that evening. There wasn’t a number six on the back, numbers were assigned at the start of the season, and Graham was the regular stand-off. As I was a part-time player, and would spent more time on the bench than not, I was number nineteen. The coach explained it would mean something as that would be the age I’d be a permanent member of the squad. Otherwise, my shorts and socks were with sat underneath my jersey, I carried my own boots, tape and mouth-guard.

Heading out to warm-up around forty-five minutes before the game started was an experience. I tried to ignore the building crowd and the noise, focusing on our trainers as they put us through our drills, mostly warming up the muscles before some passing and tackling drills. Billy and I, being the halves, were the smallest on the squad, neither of us reaching five-ten. Being the two players who organise the play, we’d rely more on speed and skill than physical power. The coach told me that I’d also be the back-up goalkicker in the event the regular kicker was injured.

Ten minutes to go, the coach is going over last minute instructions. Some of us are continuing to stretch. Some of us are sitting quietly. I’m nervous as fuck. It just hit me like a tonne of bricks. I was about to run out with my teammates to play professional footy. It must have shown on my face as the coach crouched in front of me.

“You’ve played before, Danny?”

“Yeah, coach. Most of my life.”

“So what’s different to tonight than any other night? The crowd? Ignore them. The opposition? You’re better than them. Your teammates? You’ve earned your contract to be in this room and on that field by their side. So what are you worried about?”

“Fucking it up completely.”

“We all make mistakes. Just keep yours to a minimum and you’ll be fine.”

“We’re going to kick some Raider arse, Danny,” Billy added.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, a sip of energy drink, I met the coach’s eyes and nodded. “Thanks, coach.”

“You’ll do fine, kid. Just fine.”

After we gathered for what I learned was the pre-match ritual, we lined up alongside our opposition before running out onto the field. The roar was almost deafening, but when I heard them announcing our line-up, the cheer when my name was called had me grinning. Billy turned to me, chuckling away. “Fan club of yours, Danny?”

“Think half my school is here to watch tonight.”

“Well, I think it’s best we don’t disappoint them then, right?”

We’d won the toss so elected to receive the ball. I didn’t touch the ball during the first set of six tackles, Billy kicking down the field on the fourth for field position. I had my first touch during the second set, taking my first hit up in professional footy. That first collision of bodies was something else. Made my teeth rattle. Ran into two players, both six foot, around one hundred kilos. Felt one of my own forwards immediately behind me to ensure I didn’t lose ground.

Billy spent most of his time organising plays. Received the ball from him to pass onwards more times than not. Occasionally, if he was out the play, I’d organise something. We alternated kicking duties, keeping the opposition guessing, and I think I impressed with the distance I could put on the ball already, but I was also accurate. When I kicked a forty-twenty in the thirtieth minute, the crowd roared and I received plenty of pats on the head from my teammates. It gave us great field position.

We headed into the changing rooms at half-time in front, ten points to six.

I hadn’t wanted the first half to end, the adrenaline flowing after that first hit-up. I’d been crunched in a tackle more than once. Took a palm in the face from one of their forwards as he finished tackling me. “Welcome to the NRL, kid,” he stated with humour. I simply got up, played the ball, and smiled back at him. I wasn’t going to be intimidated that easily.

Heading out for the second half, Billy told me we’d cause more confusion as I’d help more with organising our plays, particularly later in the set when we started to move the ball around the field. Fifty-sixth minute, players are starting to tire. Receiving the ball from Billy, I approached the defensive line and saw a slight gap. Throwing a dummy, the outside defender moved with the ball.

Side-step, and I was through! Sucking in deep breaths, I could hear my heart beating in my ears. The roar of the crowd. The presence of other players chasing me. Their full-back was in front of me, coming in to tackle and stop the break.

“Outside! Outside!” I glanced and noticed our winger with free space to the try-line in front of him. Just before the full-back crashed into me, I passed the ball, keeping my eye on our winger as he ran all the way to the try-line, placing the ball underneath the posts. With an easy conversion, it was another six points.

Billy came to help me up before we jogged down the field to join in with the celebrations. I’d just scored my first assist in rugby league, plenty of pats on the shoulder from my larger teammates. “Great fucking line break,” Mike said, the winger who’d scored the try, “Thought you’d throw a dummy or side-step him.”

“Nope. Always told that if there is a man free, pass and take the tackle. Plus, the coach would have been pissed if I’d blown that opportunity.”

The Raiders threw everything at us in the last ten minutes as we held onto a slim lead. We were desperate to win our first game of the season. With five minutes to go, they had us pinned to our own try-line, trying to break through with a series of hit-ups before spreading the ball one way then the other. Watching the passes, their full-back was now in the line. Seeing one of their centres looking for an open player, he threw the ball too far that close to us.

Interception! I pinned my ears back and just ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “All the way! All the way!” I heard Mike shouting. Checking behind, at least half a dozen of their players were closing on me. I tucked the ball in my arm and just focused on the posts and try-line. I felt like it took forever, but I probably ran the ninety metres in… Well, not as fast as Usain Bolt, but fast enough to score the winning try.

Holy shit, I didn’t know what to think as I turned to see my teammates running towards me. After Andy converted the try, the full-time siren sounded. West Sydney Rangers had just won their first game of the season and, on debut, I’d scored the winning try. The entire stadium erupted to celebrate the victory. Our team came together, unable to stop the broad grins and almost sense of relief that we’d already won a game. It had taken fifteen games last season before they won their lone game.

“Danny! Danny! Can we have a word?!”

“Uh-oh, the media has a new darling,” Billy said into my ear as we embraced, “Better go talk to the waiting public, mate. And buy a newspaper or two in the morning.”

I knew I didn’t stop smiling during the entire interview, and winning the man of the match award on debut was just a cherry on top. “How did it feel out there?” the interviewer finally asked.

“Unbelievable. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long, since I was a little kid. Not only was it my first game tonight, but the players at my side were sensational tonight. And Billy, I can’t say enough about him. Full of advice and I’m going to learn so much from him this season. But scoring the winning try in my first game? Feels a little unbelievable, the things dreams are made of. I’m just glad we won the game in the end. Um… It just feels really good, mate. Really good.”

“Anyone you want to say hello to out there?”

“Yeah. Everyone at Northern Meadows High School. Thanks for your support, the teachers, administration and students. All my mates, you know who you are, still by my side. Kim, you’re fantastic and I love you. My sisters for their continued love and support… and…” I took a deep shuddering breath. “Mum, Lauren Cole. Thanks for everything, Mum. Your unwavering support and unconditional love got me to this moment right here.”

I shook hands with the interviewer before heading into the changing room. As soon as I walked through the door, there was a loud cheer and I was quickly covered with beer. The coach let it go as we sang and danced like idiots for a few minutes before he sat down and gave his speech. I looked around and could see how much it meant to everyone. We’d beaten a side who had played finals football the season before.

After showering and changing, we eventually filtered out back to the bus that would take us to the clubhouse. It was a quiet ride, most of us now away with our thoughts as the adrenaline wore off. I wasn’t surprised that my family and Kim was waiting to meet me. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I found myself hugged. Mum was beside herself in tears as I have no doubt she’d heard what I said. So had Kim, who kissed me as passionately as I could remember. “I love you too, Danny,” she whispered.

“You’ve all got tomorrow off but light training on Sunday, guys,” the coach announced

Kim joined me as I drove us home, following Mum and my sisters. Parked up, I took Kim by the hand and led her inside, dumping my bag in my room, before we headed outside. Mum walked outside with a bottle of champagne, popping the cork and pouring us each a small glass, before she raised hers.

“To my son,” she said softly, “And Mum loves you just as much in return.”

“We all do,” Kyla added, “Our little brother is going to be all over the news tonight and tomorrow.”

“I’ll have to go down to the newsagents in the morning,” Mum suggested, “Are you staying the night, Kim?”

“Definitely. I’d stay all weekend, but I do have a lot of work to do tomorrow and Sunday.”

“Danny, look after your fuck buddy tonight.”

“Yes, Mum.”

To say I fucked Kim that night wouldn’t be an understatement. Since that first night we hooked up, we probably got together every three or four days. Sometimes it was just a bit of nookie before we went home, but she’d stay overnight in my room at least once a week. Each time, we explored a little more, having a lot of fun together. She knew I was fooling around with others but didn’t get jealous, but that night, while giving the interview, was the first time I’d publicly said I’d loved her. Hell, I’d said it on national television. I knew school would prove interesting on Monday.

With her ankles by my head, my hands near hers as I bent forward, I was pumping her nice and hard, having already ensured I’d made her cum. “Fuck yes, give me that big cock,” she moaned.

“I think we should make this a standard victory fuck. The Rangers win, we fuck afterwards.”

I loved the smirk that appeared as she said, “Well, you’d better win more often then.”

“I’ll do my best.”

We’d worn each other out by the time I came inside her a third time. I did make her giggle, suggesting it was a very good idea she was on the pill, as it was likely she’d already be pregnant. That made her smile as we showered together. “I’m focused on what I want to do with my life regarding my career, but part of me would still like a family too,” she said.

“I’m just… um… I didn’t mean…”

“I know, Danny. But do you think about it?”

“Something for the future, Kim. Certainly too young right now. I’d rather finish school and have my career established before I thought about having kids and marriage.”

“Me too, which is why we keep things simple between us. And if you do meet someone…”

“Kim…” I said softly.

“Let me finish. Daniel, you’re my best friend in whole world. I love the fact we’re now being intimate. But I can’t expect you to wait around while I focus on what I need to do first. If you’re still single in four to five years, and you want to take the plunge with me, I’ll leap in two feet first without hesitation.”

“As long as I don’t break your heart, Kim.”

“The only way that happens is if we get serious now, it goes wrong, and we’re no longer friends. I don’t want you to be an ex-anything.”

I think that was the first conversation we’d properly laid our cards on the table. We now knew exactly where each other stood. “Five years?”

“Around that. When I’ve finished my studies and hopefully employed where I want to be.”

“Okay. You know that means I’ll…”

“I know, and I really don’t mind, Danny. We’re not exclusive, not yet, and I won’t place restrictions on you. Just be safe, like I know you already are.” She paused before adding, “And I don’t particularly want to hear about it either.”

“And I won’t be a hypocrite nor have double standards regarding you, Kim.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Danny, but I’ll be far too busy. The only man I’ll likely be fucking the entire time is you, I just won’t be able to give you the attention you deserve during that time.”

Hugging her tightly, I felt her arms wrap around me in return. “I do love you, Kim.”

“I know, Danny. I love you too.”

Returning to bed, she snuggled into me, her eyes not leaving mine until we both started to drift off. She was the first to close them and fall asleep, kissing her forehead, before I closed my eyes and drifted off.

*****

A/N — So what happened this chapter explains my introduction for Chapter 1. I know people have all sorts of opinions about relationships, particularly when it comes to this category, but I think there is even an element of realism, his mother suggesting that Danny date around as cover while he enjoys relationships with his mother and sisters at the same time, the three aware that the long term future of such relationships probably isn’t possible, particularly regarding his public profile. As for casual or friends with benefits sort of relationships, I’m sure they’ve always happened but they’re just spoken about more in the public sphere nowadays. Plenty of men and women are happy to just hook up, enjoy some good sex, then go about their day without the pressures of a relationship.

I’m also seeing more and more talk online about open and poly relationships. I think they work in fantasy but most often don’t work well in real life, so while I have a lot of fun writing stories about a man enjoying a few partners, I certainly wouldn’t want it in my own life. Hell, I find handling one girlfriend enough. Forget satisfying a harem of them! Just like the incest factor, fantasy is one thing, but I don’t look at anyone in my personal life except as a relative, and would never entertain another person in a relationship. In real life, monogamy is the only thing I accept!

As for his involvement with a teacher, that’s just another fantasy I’m sure shared by many men and women, particularly if they had an attractive teacher, teenager hormones kicking in and plenty of fantasies.

Anyway, this is meant to be good fun and fantasy so hope you still enjoyed it.