Silly Girl

by Michel Prince

  Dribbling three times his hand arched up and released. The classic bounce sounded, followed by the swish of the ball against the net. In an arena full of fans there was only one voice he heard. Silly’s. Screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “Ok. Ok. Ok. Guys. This is live. This is live.” Greg Archer the ref was forceful in his tone as usual. In a game that now had the Grizzlies up by four he knew that the next fifteen seconds of regulation would be the longest five minutes of the game once stretched out by a few timeouts and some intentional fouls.

  Matthias dribbled three times, again setting Silly in his peripheral vision. This time he used the backboard, banking the shot in as he got blocked out by Archer. He didn’t care. He knew what would happen next.

  On the inbound, Quincy fouled Easter and the same scenario played out at the other end of the court, except Easter missed both shots and Matthias got the rebound off the rim.

  “Timeout.” His coach called and the players turned to the bench. The white erase board had streaks left on it from the last timeout. Carter Jackson would foul Murry immediately on the inbound pass since he had the lowest free throw percentage and Jackson had three fouls still yet to give.

  The ball inbounded and Carter grabbed Murry’s arm. Twelve seconds left. The foul shots went one and one with the second ending in a rebound as he rushed down the floor for an outlet pass, but Matthias needed to get to the edge. He didn’t have an opening, so instead he passed inside to Larkin who got an easy two points followed by a timeout.

  Four seconds remained. Inbound. Foul. Two shots made. Quick pass and a shot, but without a foul attached, it ended as it was supposed to. Matthias had failed.

  The press conference that followed was made worse because he felt he let down Silly. He hated losing when she was here.

  Langston kept her safe until he’d showered, did his press conference, and grabbed the discs of the game. This would need careful review—that game shouldn’t have been so close.

  In the car, Silly placed her hand on his leg, but he couldn’t even look at her. Instead as he rode in the back, he looked out the window at the passing scenery.

  In the condo he walked into the living room and started up the film. Langston should be joining him soon. He thought he’d heard Silly say not tonight, but he wasn’t a hundred percent on that.

  Sitting in his chair, he started up the game. The screen was split at four different angles as he started his analysis. He could hear someone in the kitchen.

  “Langston, grab me a fruit punch.”

  “Langston is in his apartment.” Silly’s voice was slow and seductive, but Matthias wasn’t in the mood.

  “I need a second pair of eyes, you up for it?” Matthias asked, not taking his focus off the screen.

  “No,” Silly said, and Matthias caught a flash out of the corner of his eye.

  “Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Not gonna happen.” She walked in front of Matthias whose hand went up to push her out of the way. “Matthias. Turn off the game.”

  Matthias looked up at her. She was only in the white and black striped button up shirt she’d been wearing at the game. It ended an inch below her cat. That, and a pair of heels that had to be at least four inches. The top five buttons of her shirt had been undone showing a lace bra with her breasts fighting their way out.

  “Silly, I need to review this. I’m not in the mood.”

  She didn’t move. In fact, she stood right in front of him. Matthias reached for her hips and started to move her to the side.

  Bending over she looked him in the eye.

  “Matthias, did you know that when you lose, it takes two more games for you to get a win?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Silly got on her knees before him and bit at her bottom lip. He looked back at the screen.

  “Look at that. Carmichael isn’t running the zone. What the hell is he…Silly.”

  Her fingers pulled on his belt as she slowly unzipped his pants.

  “I appreciate it, but I have a method.”

  “It doesn’t work.”

  It was then he noticed a pink shine on her lips catching the light.

  “You will lose the next two games if you review this tape now.” Her voice was soft and slow. Then her hand reached for his cock, which hardened from her touch. “I propose that you watch this all day tomorrow. When you’re running. While you eat breakfast. But right now, you need to try something different. Let me help you clear your head and separate from the game. If not this playoff is going to end up being a seven game series and your knees need the rest, you can earn from winning in five.”

  Her lips parted as she took him into her mouth. The warmth surrounded his hardness as she started to suck. He tried in vain to focus on one of the sections of the screen as she took long pulls on his manhood.

  “Silly…” He tried to stop her, but her finger found his lips. Drawing it into his mouth he let his tongue take over. Silly’s lips rode up and down his shaft as her hand glided along. His fingers tangled in her beautiful dark brown hair.

  “I need…” She sucked harder letting her tongue glide around the top of him, and he was done. The remote fell to the ground. He could always rewind that part. As she pulled he turned his head to watch the beauty of her taking him on like this.

  Why did she wait until today to go down on him? Seriously, all these months and she chose today to rock his world. She was too skilled to have never done this before.

  His free hand curled into a fist as Silly increased her speed and pressure.

  Matthias was in love with her. Looking down her back the sight of the curve of her ass in those heels was enough to make his balls tighten and he knew he was about to come. Silly pulled away and let her tongue spin around his tip, then lightly kiss it. She left him on the edge.

  His cock throbbed as he looked at her.

  “I’m not stupid. You follow me into the bedroom and I’ll finish that.” She put her hands on the armrests and pushed up. Walking slowly he could hear the click of her heels. Frustrated, he looked at the screen with the game still running on it. “Or you could fuck me like I stole something.”

  Silly was good with stats. Matthias couldn’t think straight. She’d been right on everything so far. Maybe she was right. Or maybe he was thinking with the wrong head.

  Her shirt fell over his face and he leaned back. Removing the shirt he saw her in a thong. A fucking thong!

  Even upside down from the back, the curves were calling to him. She leaned over and ran a strawberry through some whipped cream. She placed the strawberry between her lips as she sucked off the whip cream, then returned it to her mouth and bit.

  Matthias tried to fight it as she walked down the hall. She stood in silhouette in the darkened hallway. He knew what would happen next. Her thong fell down on the ground and she stepped forward.

  He raced down the hallway. She’d won.

  * * * *

  Matthias came into the room like Sylvia hadn’t done a thing. She lay in the bed with her right leg bent, only wearing the heels she was sure she’d fall over in, and her bra.

  “That stat real?”

  Sylvia ran her hand up her leg then let it fall back down between her thighs. “Do you care?”

  “I’ll go back out there,” he stated, hitching his thumb towards the living room.

  “Really?” She let her fingers fall between the soft folds of her core. “Okay. Go.” She challenged. Matthias’ eyes couldn’t move off her fingers that weren’t half as good as his, but she needed him to focus on her.

  “You realize that if we do this and I win tomorrow…”

  “You’ll fly me around the country to go down on you just in case you lose. It’s a risk I’m taking.”

  “Silly …”

  “I don’t seduce. This is all I have to offer. Take it or leave it, but if you’re leaving it let me know and I’ll have to finish myself off.” On one side of her was a strip of Magnums
, the other side had a dildo, which she grabbed and twirled in her hand. “I’d prefer you.”

  Matthias leaned against the door and smiled at her. This wasn’t working out the way she wanted.

  “Use it,” Matthias ordered.

  Shit! He called her bluff. Now they were in a good old fashioned standoff. All she wanted was for him to take a break from the game before he reviewed it. He did that every time he won. But his losses were so hard on him it was ridiculous.

  Maybe she’d chosen the wrong bait. But what else could she use to distract him but statistical data and her ass?

  Sylvia tried to keep her face straight. Instead she dropped the dildo and fell to her side curling her legs up to her chest.

  “Come on what do I have to do to get you to stay in here?”

  “Use it.” Matthias smiled.

  “I can’t.”

  “I’m not your daddy or your preacher. I like the thought of you using it.”

  “I just bought it. I’ve never used one before,” she confessed.

  “Was that your first blow job? If so I’d say you’re a quick study.”

  “Not funny.”

  Matthias crossed the room and crawled in bed next to her.

  “Whatcha do with all those nasty dreams you used to have about me.”

  “You were very good in those dreams.” She growled remembering how she’d wake up sexually exhausted.

  “Was I now?” He smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her lips. “The strawberries were a good idea.”

  “You should have brought them with.”

  “After I punish you for stealing one.”

  Sylvia raised her eyebrow and curled her lip up.

  “You better be right.” He laid her on her back and engulfed her body with his. A light buzzing made her head turn.

  “No.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna teach you a thing or two.”

  “How do you know how to use it?”

  “The equipment is similar.” She felt the hard plastic slide into her as her back arched. “You shoulda got a black one. I hate the idea of a white dick in you.”

  “Why do you gotta be nasty?” She moaned in waves as he went deeper.

  “I’m not the one buying sex toys.”

  Her hips arched into the toy as she balled the sheets in her fists. Matthias’ tongue licked at her neck and a shiver ran through her body. In and out he went causing her nipples to harden as he moved to her ear and sucked on the lobe.

  The vibration and the movement made her moan from the pleasure. Matthias moved down her chest pushing aside the black lace and licking her nipple as he passed.

  He traveled down her stomach until he reached the soft flesh between her legs. He suckled it and she screamed as he continued sliding the attachment in and out of her. The multiple sensations were too much for her as she placed her hand on his head to hold it in place so his tongue could never stop. But it wasn’t enough. She needed him. The warmth and weight of his body on top of her. That was what she wanted more than anything.

  “I need you!” she screamed. “I need you.”

  Matthias’ head lifted as he smiled with her still glistening on his lips.

  “Please,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

  Removing her stupid purchase from inside her, he glided like a snake up her body. Sylvia’s hands reached for the condoms as if it was the last drop of water on earth. Her body shook on the brink of exploding.

  “Got ya back,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I’ll never do it again. Just please,” She pleaded clutching his shoulders. Matthias took the condom from her hand and applied it with ease.

  “I’m a clutch player. You need to work on it baby.”

  “I’ll work. I’ll work,” she moaned, her body aflame.

  “Oh I’m gonna make you.” He flipped her over and slid her on top of him. Her body was spent, but the second he was inside her she felt a vigor she’d never known. Maybe there was something to this whole seduction thing.

  Her hips moved on their own as his hands held tight. They kept their motion as she whipped off her bra that seemed to be causing too much pressure on her breasts. Matthias sat up taking her nipple between his lips as he sucked hard while she leaned into his shoulder. Biting at it to keep from screaming, her body rocked on his in a rhythm that increased with each stroke until she fell back on the bed with him looking down on her.

  Matthias held tight to her body and they rolled in the bed. Locking her left leg around his arm he drove harder into her until they screamed in unison.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back onto the bed and curled his body into hers. Gooseflesh was everywhere as his hand slid down her thigh. He peeled off her heels and made perfect shots into the laundry basket. Four points.

  “You don’t need those. All you need is this.” His hand went down her ribs and around her stomach.

  “Was that better than watching game film?”

  “Every moment with you is better.”

  Sylvia smiled and tucked her chin to her chest. Matthias started to kiss along the back of her neck and she shivered.

  “That’s because I love you and basketball is just your friend.”

  Sylvia instantly caught a chill. She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to say I love you again until he did. The natural outburst now formed a pit in her stomach and took away the rush that’d caused the emotion in the first place.

  Matthias didn’t respond, not that she was surprised. Instead he kept kissing her neck and then kissed the crown of her head.

  “I’m going to get those strawberries.”

  “Sounds good. I’d hate for you to cramp up on me.”

  Rolling on her back she watched him walk out the door. When he was completely out of the room, she rolled back on her side and screamed into a pillow. The first time she used the pillow to muffle her excitement, but now she was screaming from pure frustration.

  * * * *

  Sylvia sat nervously in the box with Leslie holding her hand for most of the game. Her theory had proven correct—sex with her had righted Matthias’ game and they’d won the last two. Now in game five of round one of the best of seven, the Emperors were looking like they were going to be able to close out in five games. The next round they would be able to give themselves a little cushion because the teams were locked in a two to two battle and were predicted to go all seven games.

  The game was tighter than Sylvia had hoped for, but then again the adrenaline and rush of a tight game always made her moments with Matthias better. She prayed he’d find a way out of the after game press conference because she didn’t think she could stand the waiting after the game.

  Matthias was in good spirits, pointing out all the calls the refs were missing. Sylvia laughed every time he’d say foul, travel, carry, or some variation. The refs tried to stay focused, but she could see they weren’t as amused as she was with Matthias’ antics.

  When a member of the Grizzlies was called for a travel and was fighting the call with the ref, Matthias loped over there with an expression Sylvia recognized. He was about to start some shit.

  “Really, I stamped your passport somewhere around half court. I know you enjoyed that full body cavity search you got around the free throw. Didn’t travel. Pfft. If you took any more steps, Lark, you would have crossed the international dateline.”

  “Fuck you, Jessup.”

  “Watch it or I won’t get you tickets to the playoffs.”

  “Don’t need’em.”

  “Not according to the scoreboard ‘cuz.”

  Sylvia knew Matthias wasn’t stupid enough to actually touch Lark, but he wasn’t bright enough to stop running his mouth once the game started back up.

  “You see what I’m about to do to you?” he taunted the all-star rookie who got put in because a veteran player had four fouls. “I’m going to go left, then right. You think you can keep up?”

  The rookie look petrified as Matthias did e
xactly what he said, with one caveat, he went left again, juked the player, and drained a jumper at the edge of the elbow. Sylvia squirmed in her seat as Matthias continued to get into the player’s head. The Grizzlies were down three games to one and were a long shot to get into the playoffs in the first place, something Matthias made sure they knew.

  With two minutes left in the game, Matthias went into overdrive. The Emperors were only up by four points when he stole the ball, drove it down the court, and dunked. When they inbounded the ball his massive wingspan stole the ball and he passed it into Cutter for an easy layup.

  “Are you done worrying?” Leslie asked.

  “Never. Not until the final buzzer. Between fouls and three pointers there is plenty of time for them to make up eight points. Hell, Reggie Miller made eight points in twelve seconds to win once. No…never.”

  Sylvia could feel her heart pounding throughout her body and wished there was some way to help Matthias in this moment. Closing her eyes she tried to slow her breathing as she waited for the buzz to signal the end of the timeout called by the Grizzlies. When Simone strode into the box as if nothing was going on Sylvia wanted to scratch her eyes out.

  “Sylvia, are you ready to go to the back with Langston?”

  “Are you frickin’ crazy? The game’s not over. Do you see the score?”

  “Don’t you believe in Matthias? Seriously Sylvia, sometimes I wonder about your commitment to him.”

  “Don’t make me come over there—” Leslie growled in defense.

  “Oh stuff it. I have a dozen reporters all wanting the exclusive if we win.”

  “There is no if.” Sylvia stood up to yell as loud as she could from the box.

  “Sit down before you embarrass him further.”

  “Or before someone notices that you’re not the one cheering him on,” Leslie sneered at Simone.

  Sylvia stayed focused on the game while Leslie and Simone battled behind her. She didn’t care what was going on. There was less than a minute left in the game and the Grizzlies had the ball. They drove down the court and scored a three from beyond the arc. On the inbound to Matthias he got fouled so he was stuck on the line. Cutter dished it out to Matthias who was fouled as he drained a three. Back at the line, he sunk another basket. Now up by eleven with less than thirty seconds, the Grizzlies had sealed their fate. She could see it on their faces as they rushed down the court and set up a three that bounced off the side of the rim into the waiting arms of Kluchlo, the Emperors’ center from Latvia. Game over.