Steffi and Jeff were over at Pete and Alison’s along with four other friends of Jeff’s. The basketball quarterfinals were on Pete’s giant flat-screen.

“This is so boring,” Steffi whispered to Jeff.

Jeff’s eyes were glued to the TV. Duke was down by three, ten to go.

“Can’t you do something to liven it up?” Steffi pouted.

“Like what?”

Down by five.

The Duke point guard put up a three.

“Brick,” Jeff grumbled.

“I don’t know,” Steffi said. “Like maybe throw a brick through the TV.”

Jeff scoffed.

Down by seven.

“Shit,” Jeff said.

“Or what if I take off my top?”

“Huh?” said Jeff. His eyes leaned to Steffi.

“That got your attention, huh?”

Duke called time-out.

“Anyone need more beer?” Pete offered.

“Not me,” Jeff said.

“I gotta pee,” Steffi whispered.

Duke couldn’t get the ball in.

“Shit,” said Jeff.

“Can you show me where it is?” Steffi asked. She had a naughty look in her eye.

“Oh, sure,” Jeff said. “Be right back,” he told the crowd.

Inside the bathroom, Steffi said, “Lock the door.”

“There is no lock,” Jeff said.

“Oh. Then I guess you’ll just have to stand guard.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a basketball term,” Steffi continued, lifting the colorful wrap over her head, “Or ... you could fuck me up against the door.” She skipped off her shoes and shucked down her pants. “Except I do have to pee.” And she shed her bra and panties as she made her way to the toilet at the far end of the little bathroom. She sat on the toilet.

“Shouldn’t you avert your eyes?” she said.

Jeff turned to the door. A moment later he heard the silvery hiss and gurgle of Steffi’s little fountain. He waited for the flush, but none came.

“Steffi,” he said, turning around.

She was smiling at him. “What are you waiting for, Buster? Get naked and get your ass over here.”

Jeff got naked and got his ass over there.

It was only when he was in Steffi’s mouth that he remembered the unlocked door.

“The door...” he started to say.

Steffi looked up at him with grinning eyes. “It more exciting this way,” she said, having released him. Then she bent back to work.

Her thumb shuffled the frenulum while her tongue licked the slit. It didn’t take long. “Oh, Steff,” he exclaimed, and then he jetted. Some of the cum struck her chin, most ribboned between her breasts. She aimed him down and milked a last splurch onto her belly.

“There,” she said. “Wasn’t that more fun than any silly game?”

Jeff nodded dumbly as he watched his semen river into her thicket of pussy hair.

“Are you going to...?” he said, making mopping motions with his hand.

“No,” she said. “I’m going to wear you all the way home like the dirty girl I am. And when we get home, you can fuck me in the ass. Unless you want to watch more basketball.”