The Queen Bee of Bridgeton

The Queen Bee of Bridgeton by Leslie DuBois

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dribbling the ball around me. "We play to fifteen."
     
    I didn't know if I could take fourteen more kisses like that. I already felt weak in the knees. Will kept dribbling and waiting for me to move.
     
    "You plan on doing any defense?" he asked after a few seconds.
     
    I snapped out of the momentary trance that kiss had put me in and tried to block Will's next shot. He toyed with me by dribbling the ball through his legs and around his back laughing the entire time. If he wasn't so darn cute and sexy, I might have gotten annoyed.
     
    I tried to focus and keep my eyes on the ball, but seconds later he did some sort of turn and side step then sailed toward the basket almost making a slam dunk.
     
    "Oh, now you're just showing off," I said, crossing my arms and feigning irritation.
     
    Will just smiled and grabbed my hand. Then he pulled me toward him, slamming my body against his in the process. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stared into my eyes. He licked his lips slowly as he leaned down. His nose touched mine and his breath caressed my lips. He left me in that state of blissful agony while he rocked me back and forth in a sensual two-step. Finally, he lifted my chin to the left and stroked my right collar bone with a gentle kiss.
     
    He smiled. "That's two."
     
    Still woozy from the kiss, I tried to concentrate and figure out how to steal the ball. It didn't work. Within seconds he'd made another shot. This time when he approached me he let his fingers slowly trace the lines of my neck. Then he unbuttoned the top button of my uniform shirt. I tried to look down to see what he was doing, but he lifted my chin and held my eyes with his as he undid another button. The palm of his hand slid down to the swell of my breasts and my mind went fuzzy. The only thing I could think about was how much I wanted him to rip my shirt completely off. He was driving me crazy.
     
    Will leaned down and kissed where his hand had just been, letting his tongue slip between my breasts. My whole body felt engulfed in flames.
     
    "That's three," he said, pulling away.
     
    I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to me. "Where do you think you're going?" I slipped my hands under his un-tucked shirt letting my hands roam his smooth, rock hard chest.
     
    "Hey, we have a game to finish," he teased as he removed my hands from his body and started dribbling again.
     
    "Will," I whined.
     
    "What?" he replied innocently.
     
    I decided I'd had enough of this. When he squared up to take his next shot, I ran and jumped on his back, throwing him off balance. As he fell to the ground, I landed gracefully on my toes and easily retrieved the stray ball. I stood right under the basket and banked it off the backboard and into the net.
     
    "See, you made it," he said, getting to his feet. "Told you I was a good teacher."
     
    "Shut up and kiss me."I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. I moaned in ecstasy as the taste of his lips finally satisfied my intense craving. My arms reached for his neck. He lifted me off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist.
     
    His hands slid under my uniform skirt clutching and massaging my thighs all the way up to my panties. I pressed my body closer to his. I wanted to melt into his essence. I wanted to be one with him.
     
    Will knelt to the ground and laid me down on my back. He ripped open my shirt then rained luscious kisses on my breasts. He created a path with his tongue down to my navel then down to my skirt. In one swift movement, he whisked my skirt off. He kissed my stomach again as his thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties.
     
    "I want you so bad," he said, slowly tugging my panties down.
     
    "I want you too, Will. I want you to be my first. I want you to be my one and only."
     
    Will froze . He sighed and rolled off of me. I knew what the problem was. "Will, it's okay. I'm ready. I want to do this."
     
    He shook his head. "You don't want to know how many times I've had sex in

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