"AH, FUCK!" A tall boy complained after missing a free throw for his team.
Cora didn't miss hers, and the game ended with her topping three in the basket. With a laugh, her team rejoiced with her at their victory over the other. Cora bounced the striped, red ball as she headed out of the indoor courts. Outside, the fierce glow of the sun was just beginning to wane.
A cold evening approached.
"Yo, Israfel?" Rafel was stopped from following Cora out the basketball courts by a boy's bawdy voice. Rafel paused in his white kicks to let the boy continue, "—I'm having a party on Saturday, which is tomorrow I guess. It's gonna be lit! You should come. The girls are sure to be wild. It's the duplex just off Copenhagen Hall, by that fancy spinazolla restaúrant."
He passed Rafel a flyer, jogging ahead.
"See you there, Red!"
Rafel waved him off, smiling softly.
Red; the nickname the boys had started calling him after showing up in the courts for the second time to floor the home team. He was after all the only Phoenix among Cora's band of Ravens and Griffins. "Hey Red!" A couple of smiling girls in gold sweatshirts waved as he passed under the bleachers. Griffin Golds, he mused, waving back and shaking his head.
Nothing was blitzier than hot blondes finding common ground for vanity in a magical Arc!
Nothing.
As Rafel entered a hallway, laughing jock boys filled his vision up ahead. His mind wandered.
Consciously, he traced Cora's scent in the corridors.
After the [Dark Arts Cultivation] class, he had met up with her at the gym. But their plan for an extensive workout duo was cut short when the gang at Brightburn had showed up to pull them into a quick afternoon game. A bit perspired, Rafel and Cora had joined them. Now, two hours later, he was practically dripping with sweat. His black tank top was soaked and he anticipated one long, very hot shower.
The boys locker room was empty when he got there. It wasn't a full sporting day, so the area was bereft of hailing rascals.
Rafel stepped around the different lockers with insignias and posters and clip-ons detailing which Arc they belonged to. He found his locker, cold silver, bare of any furnishing whatsoever. It was like it hadn't even being used. Rafel was putting his thumb into the chic fingerprint scanner when he heard a scuffle behind him.
The scent of rainflowers—the scent that had been teasing his nose since morning class at DAC, increased in the locker room.
She poked his rigid member with a finger. Her eyes showed only curiosity. The heavy shaft bounced under his boxers, jerking at her touch. Rafel put his palms over his erection. "Stop, Cora. What are you doing?"
"Can I see?"
"What?"
"I said, can I see?"
Rafel stood dazed. Her blue eyes briefly flickered up to his before lowering again to his crotch.
"You said I'm not your type."
"It doesn't matter now, does it?" Cora silenced.
"Okayyy." Rafel eased his basketball shorts first down his legs. His nosh already poked out under his black briefs. Rafel pulled that down also. Both constraints hit his ankles and his dick bobbed free.
"BY THE MARTYR!" Cora hissed.
She couldn't help it and dropped to a squat for a better view. Her knees met the gray floors of the locker room and she stared up at Rafel. Her face perched just under his swaying cock. Rafel didn't dare look down. He wasn't sure he could keep his hands from dragging her mouth down on him and proceeding to pound her mouth full of his pipe.
"Is it always this big?"
Rafel stood still as stone, back to his silver locker.
"Israfel?" Her small voice urged.
He finally dropped his eyes; he found an open lust now shimmering in her riparian gaze. It was the most pure, honest desire. Undefiled and untainted. He beheld her as the same light from his memories. He swore to himself Cora would find truth in him, and he in her.
Rafel shrugged in reply.
Then, ever so softly, she kissed the tip. . .
[TO BE CONTINUED.]