This is the eighth installment in my “Kimmy’s Adventures” series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.

It’s not imperative to read the previous adventures, but it is recommended as it may help with some of the context.

This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The colleges referenced in the story are made up.

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Kimmy’s Adventures- The Locker Room 2

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The sun was setting in the west over the hill of amber and auburn tinted trees as I returned to the campus sports complex after my run. It was a late Friday afternoon in mid October of my senior year. I swiped my student ID, then opened the door to enter the building that was void of most students and faculty who were already off starting their weekend.

When I passed one of the auxiliary gyms on my way to the women’s locker room, I was surprised to hear music playing and the pounding of a single basketball. Being a little nosey, I peeked through the small window in the door and saw Malik Pennington, the basketball team’s point guard, practicing his dribbling skills. He was shirtless, wearing black basketball shorts and white high top Nike’s. I couldn’t help but stare as sweat dripped down his his muscular, ebony chest.

Malik and I had been in a few classes together during the course of our college careers, including the intro to social media class that Harrison and I had met in three summer’s prior.(Kimmy’s Adventures-The Gang Bang) As a result, Malik and I had gotten to know each other a little bit.

Like Harrison, Malik had suffered a knee injury that sidelined him for the better part of a year. However, unlike Harrison, the college honored Malik’s scholarship and allowed him to medical red shirt so he had the time to rehab without losing any eligibility. The season after he came back from his injury he was among the country’s assist leaders and was selected by the coaches as the conference “Come Back Player of the Year”.

“Hey Malik!” I yelled, upon opening the gymnasium door.

Between the music and his deep concentration on his task, Malik didn’t realize I was there until he looked up, saw me, then jumped in startled surprise.

“Damn Girrrl!” he yelled clutching his chest with one hand and the basketball with the other. “Ya nearly gave me a heart attack.”

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“I’m sorry Malik,” I said as my laughing fit came to an end. “I just wanted to say hi real quick and see how you’re doin’.”

“Thanks Kimmy,” he said. “Just gettin in some extra reps. What’r ya up to?”

I explained that I’d just finished up a light run to prep for my meet the next day. Coach didn’t hold practice but told us to do a couple miles on our own. Due to my class schedule, none of my teammates were available to run with me.

I was just getting ready to say bye, when Malik said, “Hey Kimmy, I was gonna finish up doin’ 100 three point shots and 100 free-throws before I go. Was wonderin’ if you’d rebound the ball for me. It would make it a lot quicker if I don’t got to go chasing the ball all over after each shot. Then maybe we could go and get something to eat? On me!”

I wasn’t in a real hurry and didn’t have any particular plans. I just wanted to make sure I was in bed by 10:00 p.m. so I’d get a good night sleep for the meet the following day. So, I agreed to help and to the free meal, with some good lookin’ company.

“So is it true that I hear you’re gonna forgo your last semester of eligibility and join the pro track circuit?” Malik asked as he began his three point routine from the left baseline.

“Word travels fast around here,” I said, a little surprised. I wondered what else he’d heard about me.

“Nothing’s definite yet. I’ve had a couple offers from sneaker and apparel companies. I’m meeting with a couple agents next week.”

“Wow, I’m really happy for ya,” he said after swishing his seventh shot in a row. “Ya must be hyped.”

“Yeah, but kinda overwhelmed at the same time,” I confessed as I grabbed the ball after it passed through the net.

“Don’t sweat it!” Malik said. “No doubt it’ll all work out.”

“How about you?” I asked. “What are your chances for the pro’s?”

“Well, as of right now, I’m not projected to get drafted,” Malik began to explain, “but if the team and I have a good season, that could change. Otherwise I’ll have to hope to be invited to a team’s camp as a free agent. Maybe find a spot on a G-League (NBA-minor league) team.

“If that doesn’t work out, Coach said he’d take me on as a grad-student coach. Maybe work my way to becoming a head coach someday,” Malik continued. “I love this game so much I want to stay involved in it one way or another. And if I can help some kid the way my coaches’ have helped me, that would be cool.”

I couldn’t help but admire Malik. The fact that he was in the gym late on a Friday afternoon when most of his bahis sitesi peers were already starting their weekend showed his work ethic. What I knew about him, he didn’t have an easy childhood. He grew up in a tough neighborhood with a single Mom who worked two jobs to provide for him and his younger sister. He’d admitted that if it wasn’t for his high school coach, he didn’t know what might have happened to him. The fact that he wanted to give back to others like himself showed what a good guy he was.

As I bounced another pass to him, I also couldn’t help but admire how hot he was. My nipples stiffened under my sports bra and long sleeved shirt as I watched his lean, muscular, athletic body spring into the air and release the ball. At 6’2″ tall and 190-lbs, he was considered a little small for the pro’s. However, what he lacked in size he made up for in quickness and toughness; attributes that would serve him well.

He wasn’t flashy or ostentatious on or off the court. He made good solid passes and took efficient shots to help his team. Appearance wise, his black wiry hair was natural and close cropped. His full beard and mustache enhanced his mature look. The only jewelry was a small stud in his left ear and a tattoo on his right forearm honoring his mom.

The horny pervert in me couldn’t help but notice his junk shift in his gym trunks each time he landed after a shot. I became curious as to what was hidden under his shorts that I guess I was day dreaming a little too much. His next shot was a rare miss that bounded off the backboard and nearly hit me in the head. Luckily I dodged it just in time.

“You okay?” Malik asked trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess the lights got in my eyes,” I lied.

“Well that’s fifty shots, so I’m gonna take a quick water break,” he said walking over to the bleachers to pick up his bottle. I tried not to stare as he took a swig from the container, then picked up a towel and began drying his chest with it.

“Have you talked to Harrison lately?” he asked, breaking the silence and causing me to abruptly avert my eyes from his torso back to his face. “I see he’s got Northern Minnesota off to a 6-1 record. They’ll probably get an invite to a good bowl game. I hear he’s got a good chance of being a mid to late round draft pick”

Harrison transferred to Norther Minnesota, a college in a smaller mid-western conference, the year after his injury and began that season as their back up. As fate would have it, the starting quarter back suffered a season ending injury about midway through the schedule. And, as they say, the rest is history.

“Uh, yeah, we talk most Sundays,” I answered casually, as I began bouncing the basketball. Then I turned and swished a ten-foot shot, which got a surprised look from Malik. “Yeah, he’s playing great. Team’s doin’ well. I’m really happy for him. He’s worked hard to get to this point since his injury.”

Truth was I was ecstatic for Harrison and watched every minute of every game that I was able to see. I knew all his stats and metrics. I was also aware that he’d worked himself back into the pro-draft conversation. However, other than my Mom, Mena, and La La, I didn’t really share with anyone the dynamics of Harrison and my relationship.

“You two still seein’ each other, right?” he asked somewhat confused. “I mean didn’t I see ya’ll hanging together the past couple of summers?”

“Damn!” I thought to myself for a moment. “Malik could be a fricken investigative reporter.”

“Well I see him when he comes one weekend every June to visit some of his friends,” I said, hiding the truth that it was me Harrison was visiting. “But we’re just friends.”

“With benefits?” Malik asked slyly, putting the water bottle and towel back on the bench and walking back onto the court. He’d obviously heard some rumors.

I gave him a quick, coy smile, then dribbled out behind the arc at the top of the key. I quickly turned around and hoisted up a shot that deflected off the back board and into the hoop.

“Bank!” I yelled, as I ran the length of the key, gathered the ball after it passed through the net; then laid it in with a left handed shot.

Oohhh! Shorty got game!” Malik said, impressed.

“Three years of middle school ball!” I replied proudly, retrieving the rock and cradling it in my right arm. “You’re lookin’ at W.M. Millman Middle School’s starting point guard.”

“Oh yeah?” Malik asked as he quickly approached me, then swiped the ball from my clutches before I knew what happened. Flirtatiously he added, “Maybe we can play a game of one-on-one and you can show me all your moves.”

“That sounds good to me,” I said taking one step closer to him so I was less than an arms length away. His musky sent caused my nipples to tingle and my pussy to drip. “But I was thinking we might be able to use some other balls, and you could show me your moves.”

And with that, I reached out my right hand and, through his shorts, cupped what turned out to be large testicles. I then got on tip-toes, dünyanın en iyi bahis siteleri planted a wet kiss on his masculine lips and stuffed my tongue into his warm mouth. Malik was startled at first, but quickly got into the moment. It was probably nearly a minute that we stood their locked at the lips with my hand fondling his sack. I could feel his shaft growing against my wrist.

“What about Harrison?” Malik asked with some reservation after our lips finally parted.

“Like I said, Harrison and I are ‘really good’ friends,” I started saying, “but we have an arrangement.”

“Don’t ask don’t tell?” Malik wondered aloud, chuckling.”

“Oh no!” I responded quickly, a serious expression on my face. “We tell each other everything. I’ll tell him all about you and me, probably the next time he’s fuckin’ the shit out me. We both get off hard on that.

“No! We understand that we both have physical needs and wants that can’t always be fulfilled by each other,” I explained. “And, as long as we’re careful, and relatively discreet, we’re free to satisfy those needs with others. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Uh, yes ma’am!” he answered, still somewhat bewildered. However, from the feel of his cock, I could tell he was turned on.

“Don’t cal me ma’am,” I said cringing slightly. “My ‘real good’ friends call Freak.”

“I like the sound of that,” Malik replied. “So where do ya wanna play this little game of ‘one-on-one’, Miss Freak?”

“Follow me,” I said, with a seductive smile.

The rest of his workout forgottten, Malik quickly gathered his belongings. I took him by the hand and led him out of the gym, down a short hallway and into the women’s locker room.

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Once inside, I took him over to my locker then sat on the bench. While I looked wantonly into Malik’s eyes, I firmly grabbed the sides of his shorts and underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing his fully excited cock inch by inch, before it finally sprang out in front of me.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I had a deja vu moment. It had been nearly four years since my sexual encounter with my track teammate La La Dawson and student coach J.T. Dixon, in that same locker room on that very bench(Kimmy’s Adventure’s-The Locker Room). As I admired Malik’s beautiful cock, I had flashbacks of the first time I saw J.T.’s massive dick. Malik’s wasn’t quite as big, but it was still impressive.

“Damn Malik!” I exclaimed in wonder. “I think I bought a cucumber at the super market the other day that looks like your cock.” Like a cuke, Malik’s uncircumcised dick bulged in the middle and tapered at the head. It sprung from a shock of wiry black pubic hair and was attached to a clean shaven sack that hung low with his swollen balls. He let out a good laugh at my depiction of his manhood.

Malik’s laugh quickly turned to moans of pleasure as I pulled back his foreskin and swallowed the first couple of inches and swirled my tongue all over the head. A mixture of salty sweat and sweet pre-cum attacked my taste buds.

Unlike the time I was with La La and J.T., I didn’t need to be told what to do or how to suck Malik’s cock. I proceeded to give a nice sloppy blow job as I took more of him in my mouth while stroking his shaft at the same time. He was an appreciative partner, and never tried to force himself further down my throat than I was able to take.

“I have a feelin’ ya done this before?” Malik cracked sarcastically.

“Once or twice,” I responded with a a sly grin while I momentarily removed him from my mouth. I then lowered my face and returned to sucking his cock.

About a minute later, Malik pulled me up gently by my arms.

“You’re gonna make me cum, and I don’t wanna do that yet.” he said and willingly stuck his tongue in my mouth, no doubt tasting his own cock. He then grabbed my shirt by the hem and pulled it over my head and off my arms before throwing it on the bench behind us. He lowered his face to mine and continued to kiss me.

Shortly after, I felt his hand gently trace its way up my right flank before stopping to caress my tiny tit with their sensitive nipples through my white cotton sports bra.

“Ohh my god Malik,” I gushed. “That feels sooooo good!”

“Then ya gonna trip on this,” he countered, then lifted my bra above my small mounds, lowered his mouth to my right breast and sucked my large nipple tenderly.

“Fuuuuuuck, that’s nice!” I squealed in delight.

Malik lifted his head, looked up and smiled at me. He then lowered his mouth to my other breast and began to nibble on the nipple gently. My body involuntarily shook.

“I gotta taste that pussy,” Malik said a minute or so later, and stood up straight in front of me.

I agreed readily and with one hand ripped my bra off and flung it to the floor, then quickly pulled my leggings and panties to my knees and sat on the end of the bench. I reached my arms behind me and clutched the sides of the bench for leverage.

Malik took care of the rest. He got to kaçak siteleri his knee, pulled off my sneakers then yanked my underwear and yoga pants off my legs. I was stark naked accept for my tiny red, no show socks.

“Cute bush,” Malik commented on my blond pubes with a grin. He then took a leg in each hand and spread me wide before he lowered his face between my legs.

“Yessssssssssss!” I hissed as Malik tongued the folds of my pussy lips. A moment later I felt him probing my entrance. “Oooooooohhh!”

For the next few minutes, Malik switched back and forth between swabbing my labia and tickling my hole. Then suddenly he began tongue fucking me.

“Oh my gawwwd Malik!” I screamed. “That’s it Sweety. Fuck me with that tongue!”

Malik was relentless with his muscular oral organ. I couldn’t help wonder what his cock would feel like if he was able to fuck this well with his tongue. Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he switched to sucking my clit, which caused a jolt of electricity to shoot through my body.

I clutched the back of his head and ground my pussy into Malik’s face while continuing to hold myself up with the other trembling arm. A moment later, he let go of my left leg and maneuvered his hand so his fingers were at the entrance to my slit.

Slowly I felt one of Malik’s strong long fingers enter my body and slowly rub against my pussy walls. A moment later a second digit penetrated my hole, all while he continued to suck on my blood engorged clit. He was driving me crazy.

The arm holding me up finally gave out and I laid on the bench flat on my back. His thrusts became quicker and the friction against my G-spot more intense.

“Oh, uh, oh, uh, Malik, I’m gonna cuuummmmm!” I cried as my legs began to tremble. I then thrust my ass off the bench, which caused his fingers to penetrate me deeper. Suddenly my body exploded and my legs shook out of control.

“Holy Fuck!” I shouted, as I lifted my head enough that I could see Malik’s smiling face glistening with my pussy juice. “That was incredible!”

“You ready for my dick?” Malik asked. Then, before I had a chance to answer, he pulled me by my hips so my ass was right at the edge of the bench. Still holding my legs, he squatted and positioned the head of his cock at my pussy entrance. Next thing I knew his dick head was penetrating me. Thanks to his athleticism, Malik was able to hold his position and began to thrust in and out of me.

“Oh that’s nice Malik,” I uttered, catching my breath. “Fill me up with that cock.”

“Fuck Kimmy, ya got a tight pussy!” Malik exclaimed while continuing to fuck me. “Your cunt’s sucking my dick good.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. I continued to enjoy the feeling of his cock stroking in and out of me for the next minute or two, until he just couldn’t hold that position anymore.

That’s when I suggested Malik lay down on the bench and allow me to straddle his cock. He agreed, and laid back so he was prone, his legs on either side of the long seat. I straddled him, grabbed ahold of his cock with my right hand and positioned it at the entrance to my slit.

“Ohhh-Yeaaahhh!” I groaned as I slowly squatted on Malik’s cock till I felt it bottom out. Then just as slowly I slid my sheath back up the length of his dick till just the head remained inside. I held him their for just a moment, then resumed my descent. While I slowly rode his shaft I began pulling on my right nipple with my left hand while using my other to rub my clit. The sensations coursing through my body were incredible. Our grunts and groans echoed off the tile walls and metal lockers.

After about a dozen more squats, I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest and rested my feet on his thighs. Once I was in my new position I began to ride him harder.

“Fuck, I like that girl!” Malik hissed as he began to thrust his hips in time with my plunges. “Not sure how much longer I’m gonna last.”

“That’s okay Malik,” I huffed. “I’m getting close too. Cum in me whenever you’re ready.”

“Ya sure?” he asked, just to make certain.

“Uh huh!” I nodded frantically.

And with that, Malik sat up, grabbed me around the waist and jammed his cock deep inside my hole while pushing me down hard on his shaft. At the same time he thrust his face into my chest, clamped his lips around my left nipple and began to suck desperately.

“Ohhhh…Gawwwwd!” Malik bellowed just a few seconds later as he emptied his balls in me with a series of of short violent stabs.

“Uh…uh…uh…Fuuuuuckkkk!” I screamed as the combination of his hard thrusts and scalding cum hitting my pussy walls sent me over the edge into a mind numbing climax.

As our orgasmic bliss subsided we began to catch our breath’s. We caught each other’s eye and instinctively, our mouths engaged in a passionate kiss. Without words. we communicated to one another our appreciation for the pleasure we had just shared.

Our mouths were still locked when suddenly there was a loud clank from the adjacent locker room. Malik looked at me with a surprised expression. I quickly put my right index finger to his lips and slowly lifted my pussy off his shrinking cock. I couldn’t help but notice a ring of cum around the base of his slime covered shaft while I felt his seed dripping down my left inner thigh.