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Theo turned on One Tree Hill—we’d managed to make it pretty deep into the second season, which I considered a huge accomplishment considering the schedules we had—and my brain was split between watching the show and thinking about how lucky I was to have this.

As the episode progressed, I traced my hand absently over Theo’s bare knee and the lower part of her thigh. To say that we’d actually watched the entirety of the first season and part of the second was a slight exaggeration. It had definitely been playing in the background, at least.

Theo’s breath changed as I moved my hand further and further up her leg. I was slow and careful, taking my time moving across her surprisingly silky skin. Her basketball shorts were the tiniest bit baggy, leaving room for me to move up her leg without a barrier.

Theo had mostly kept true to her ratio of seventy to thirty in terms of giving to receiving—if anything, she’d overestimated her number.

She hadn’t asked for anything from me so far.

I didn’t mind; our sex seemed to somehow only get better the more we got to know each other.

I had no opposition to taking as many orgasms as Theo was willing to give me.

But I also wanted to make sure she always knew the option was there.

Theo gently raked her hands through my hair. The further up I moved, the more her gentle touch felt like her gripping my hair. I kept my eyes focused on the screen, but didn’t process a single thing that was going on. Knowing what Theo wanted was more important to me .

I kept up my rhythm of moving further and further up her leg.

She let out a small, needy sigh, and I bit back a smile.

Desire swirled inside of me, my body remembering all of the sex we’d had before.

The times we’d snuck in a round before practice or when she’d come find me at my apartment immediately after getting back from an away game.

Theo readjusted, spreading her legs a little further apart, and I kept going. Even if Theo wasn’t interested in sex being performed on her, I could at least tease her—something she’d been demonstrated to like.

I sat up and straddled her lap. She rested her hands on my waist and looked at me, the two of us eye level from this position.

I traced my hands over the waistband of her shorts, running my fingers over her skin in the process. She leaned her head against the couch cushion and tilted her jaw up toward me.

“Fuck, Maya,” she said, looking over my body. I was fully dressed and in a matching athleisure set that was cute but maybe not so cute that it deserved the same reaction someone might give to lingerie. I was flattered either way.

I kissed Theo again, moving my hand further up her shirt toward her sports bra.

She didn’t mind touching over it, but she preferred that it stayed on.

She had what felt like a million different ones and looked equally as good in all of them, but there was a dark green one that I was particularly fond of.

She pulled me close to her by my face and kissed me even more deeply. Her lips moved across my skin, moving lower and lower. The episode of our show was quickly forgotten; I knew we wouldn’t be going back to it. By the time we did, we’d probably be at least a few episodes ahead of where we were.

“Are your roommates home?” I asked. We were in Theo’s house, so I knew her room wasn’t far, but I didn’t want to wait if I didn’t have to.

She shook her head. “I don’t know when they’ll be back.”

“We’ll be quick, then,” I said.

Theo’s eyes lit up with need. A smile spread across her lips. She kissed me again, our hands wandering each other’s bodies freely. In the background, the Tree Hill Ravens played hard on the court.

Theo slid her hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts in the process. Her hands were warm and familiar; I loved the feeling of her on my skin. She continued kissing my neck, and a shock of pleasure moved from my core upwards. My entire body felt like it was on fire in the best way.

I slipped my hand to her waistband, sliding it underneath to touch her waist.

She looked at me. “Would you want to…?”

My eyes lit up. “Really?”

Theo chuckled. “You’re being really cool about this.”

“Sorry,” I said and then laughed. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Not that there’s ever been any rush. Or that we’d ever have to.”

Theo smiled. “You’ve been thinking about me?”

“Always.”

“It’s okay, I’m also always thinking about fucking you. ”

My heart raced—adrenaline and pure, unfiltered horniness coursed through me. It was embarrassing and exciting all at once. I felt so weirdly vulnerable being in this position, where Theo knew just how badly I wanted her.

But it was also empowering to know she wanted me just as badly.

I moved my hand further down until I reached the waist of her briefs. Theo’s breath changed, and I moved further down. I stayed over her briefs at first, tracing my fingers over the material. She spread her legs further out for me, giving me the room to glide my finger over her slit.

She gripped my waist, and I kissed her neck, letting my breath linger against her skin. Goosebumps erupted over her skin.

I pulled my hand back up and then slipped it into her briefs this time. She leaned her head back against the couch and bit her lip.

I moved lower until I was between her legs. She was already wet to the touch. I traced my finger up her slit.

“ Maya ,” she exhaled

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

I moved my fingers gently against her clit, testing what she liked. She responded well to gentle, slow movement rather than something more aggressive.

“I don’t really like penetration,” she said through a haze of lust. “Just something to keep in mind.”

“Of course,” I said and restricted my fingers to her clit.

She lightly gasped, spreading her legs even further apart from beneath me.

I readjusted, giving myself a better range of motion.

Since no one was home, we could technically get away with taking our clothes off, but this was so hot I didn’t want to stop.

I slipped my fingers against her, continuing to move my hand as her clit hardened under my touch. She was so wet there was little friction; if anything, it was hard to keep my hand in the same spot.

I knew the second I’d reached the spot for Theo. She let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard in my life. It hit me in that moment that I was fucking Theo McCall, that this was the same girl who was plastered all over ESPN and sports headlines and our university campus.

Theo turned her head to look at me, keeping her eyes on me as I kept going.

“That feels so good, Maya,” she said softly. She put her hands above her head and gripped the back of the couch, leaning further back. Her back arched toward me.

I kept going, listening to Theo’s breath change in rhythm. The closer she got to finishing, the needier her movements became. I sped up the tiniest bit and increased pressure. She gasped out again and clenched her thighs around my hand.

She covered her eyes with one of her arms, letting herself get completely swept away. When the orgasm finished running its course, she dropped her arm and looked over at me. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her cheeks flushed .

“Wow,” she said and then laughed. “Jesus.”

“Good?”

“Better than good. I don’t think anyone has ever gotten me to finish like that before.” She sat up, and I leaned in to kiss her cheek. She turned and kissed me on the lips and then the cheeks. I turned my head, letting her kiss every inch of my face until I broke into laughter.

She pulled me into her arms, and I snuggled in.

“I know we’re making it work on the couch and my roommates aren’t home, but what if we went to my room?” Theo asked.

I perked up with curiosity. “What are you planning?”

“We don’t have to—”

“No, I want to,” I said and got up, grabbing Theo by the hand to pull her up from the couch too. It required both of my hands, all of my strength, and some assistance from Theo for me to get her up. “I think I need to do more weights at the gym.”

“I can teach you.”

“I’d much rather watch you lift weights at the gym than you teach me,” I said, and then squealed as Theo scooped me up into her arms. She carried me fireman style up the stairs of her house, walking the familiar halls to her bedroom.

She dropped me down onto her bed and I reached for her clothes, pulling her shirt over her head and then mine.

I let myself sink into the comfort of Theo’s bed—her green comforter and sheets I’d come to look forward to sleeping in.

Theo’s room had really started to feel like a second home not long after we started seeing each other.

It was plain and straightforward and so different from mine—some posters on the wall, a rack of sneakers in the corner, a few books, and some basketball memorabilia—but so Theo.

I was starting to love anything and everything that reminded me of her, even the simplest things.

Theo climbed into bed with me, her arms on either side of my head. We kissed deeply, our hands roaming without a care in the world. Now that we were in Theo’s room, all bets were off. We didn’t have to play coy.

My hands traced over Theo’s muscled back and her flexed arms. She kissed down my stomach and around my bare chest. When she brought her mouth to my nipples, my back arched, and I dug my nails into her skin.

She removed my pants and then my underwear. Our motions were so fluid; there wasn’t much left for us to explore that we hadn’t explored already. We’d gotten to know most of our favorite spots and ways to be touched. It was a comforting rhythm.