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At nineteen years old, Osha really thought she was done with stupid dares. That all those stories of college hazing were just that—stories. And yet, here she is, preparing to invade the men’s locker room because the upper classmen on the cheerleading squad decided this is what she needs to do to demonstrate that she’s earned her place on the team.
Staring at the wooden door with its little silver plaque that very clearly indicates ‘men’s’, Osha takes a deep breath and prepares for what she’s about to do.
It’s just a stupid dare, she tells herself. It’s not a big deal. Football practice ended an hour ago, so the boys will all be gone by now. She can walk in, take the required selfie, then turn around and walk back out. Easy.
She can do this.
So she pushes the door slowly open and cautiously steps inside.
As expected, quiet stillness meets her within. The men’s locker room looks exactly like the women’s, which Osha is well familiar with as a member of the Olega University cheerleading squad. Forest green lockers line the walls, with wooden benches running down the middle of the space. Encouraging quotes spill across the whitewashed cinderblock walls, though the ones in the men’s locker room are different from the women’s, more Go! Fight! Win! instead of Girl Power.
It smells different too, like bleach, Axe, dirty socks, and the faint hint of body odor. There’s no warm vanilla sugar lotion, no moonlight path body spray. It’s distinctly, decidedly masculine.
She’s supposed to take a selfie somewhere that will make it obvious that she’s in the men’s locker room. Since they’re basically identical, she guesses that means taking a selfie with the urinals. Which—ew. But a dare is a dare, and she can’t back out now or she’ll never live it down. And as one of the few Freshman who made it onto the team, she wants the rest of the squad to like her. Wants to find her place among them.
Osha forces herself to continue, pressing deeper into the locker room. Her quiet footsteps are the only sound, though she can practically hear her heart beating in her ears. She rounds the corner from the locker area and steps into the shower and bathroom area, heading for the urinals, gripping her phone tight in her hand.
When she gets close enough, she turns so the urinals are at her back, lifts her phone, opens the camera app, and strikes a pose. It may be a weird photo, but that doesn’t means she doesn’t want to look cute.
But just before her thumb hits the button to take the selfie, the exterior door that leads out to the football field bangs open.
Osha jumps, spinning to face the intruder, the bright afternoon sunshine behind him momentarily making his identity indistinguishable. Her heart, already beating hard and fast, slams in her chest at the reality of getting caught, her lips struggling to form some explanation for what she’s doing here.
She got lost? No, that’s stupid, it’s obvious she knows her way around because she’s in a cheerleading uniform. She lost something? But why would it be in the men’s locker room? And she’s not dating or even friends with anyone on the football team, so it’s not like she can say she was getting something from someone.
God, she’s about to be in so much trouble. What if it’s the football coach?
And then the door falls shut, eliminating the obfuscating backlight, and she finally makes out exactly who it is that’s joined her.
“Osha Aniseya,” he says in that dark, low voice that she never expected to hear directed at her, much less in the shape of her name. “What are you doing in the men’s locker room.”
It’s Qimir Stranger, the school’s star quarterback, wearing nothing but a pair of small black athletic shorts, his exquisitely sculpted torso and absolutely massive biceps dripping with sweat. He wears his dark hair pulled back into two little ponytails at the sides, showing off the gleaming black hoops in his ears, a small white sweat towel draped around his shoulders.
Osha tries and fails not to gape at him like a fish. She knows that she should turn and flee, but she can’t make herself move. It’s like his presence holds her captive, the weight of his gaze too heavy to slip out from under.
The fact is, Osha never in a million years expected to end up in this situation. Qimir is a Senior, and she’s only a Freshman, had been incredibly lucky to make the squad in her first year. She hadn’t thought he even knew that she existed.
How could she have anticipated what it would feel like to find herself on the receiving end of his undivided attention?
“How—how do you know my name?” she stammers out like an idiot.
The corner of Qimir’s mouth tips up, in a way that feels almost predatory. And then his eyes travel slowly down, taking in the shape of her body in her extremely well-fitting green uniform, before returning to meet her gaze, some dark light shining from within.
“Why wouldn’t I want to know the name of the prettiest girl on the squad?”
Heat erupts inside of Osha, her heart thundering in her chest. But Qimir Stranger is a player, everyone knows it. Of course he is, looking like that. And then there’s the fact that he's also the entire school’s personal hero for his incredible game-winning throws and widely praised team leadership. Girls all over campus literally throw themselves at him. What college guy could resist?
So it’s not like she blames him. And it’s not that she considers herself immune to his charms, either, but she doesn’t fuck with or fuck players. Not after barely escaping getting burned by Fillik in high school.
Still, she hadn’t anticipated just how much Qimir would affect her.
“I—” she starts, trying to make her mouth work. “I—”
But then he steps closer, into her space, and suddenly she can’t breathe.
With her short stature, Osha is used to people being taller than her. But Qimir is more than just tall. He seems so big, thick and broad and solid, in a way she hadn’t fully fathomed, having only ever seen him from a distance before.
She takes a step back to escape the sense of his nearness and regain some focus. “I was just leaving.”
“Too bad,” Qimir says, his eyes so dark and gleaming with intent as he steps forward again, the words rushing through Osha like he poured them directly into her veins, liquid and molten. “I was just thinking what a good opportunity this would be for us to get to know each other a little better.”
God, he’s so smooth, Osha’s body lighting up in response to the words. But it doesn’t mean anything. He probably says stuff like that to all of his conquests. And Osha doesn’t want to be one of them. Really, she doesn’t.
At least, she’s pretty sure she doesn’t.
And yet, she can’t help watching a bead of sweat roll down his perfect, golden skin.
“You didn’t answer my question, by the way,” he continues, and she forces herself to once more meet his gaze. “Why are you in here?”
“It—um—it was a dare,” she admits, because she hadn’t managed to come up with a better excuse in the time since the door opened. “Why are you still here? Didn’t practice end an hour ago?”
Osha had waited around after her own cheer practice specifically so she could complete the dare without being seen. And it should have worked, the locker room silent and empty except for the two of them.
But Qimir just shrugs. “You don’t get to be the best by only doing what’s required.”
Well, Osha understands that. She’d done the same throughout high school, practicing her stunts and her tumbling and her routines for longer, pushing her body harder than any of the other girls on the squad, determined to prove something. Though what, and to whom, she’d never really been able to define.
There’d just always been this need inside her, this hunger for more.
And part of her likes the fact that Qimir isn’t naturally perfect, that he got to where he is because he worked for it.
“You do the same thing, don’t you?” Qimir continues, like he’s reading her thoughts. “I’ve seen you on the track in the mornings, or in the weight room after everyone else is gone for the day.”
Surprise courses through her. When Osha works out, she tends to get in the zone and lose awareness of what’s happening around her. She had no idea that Qimir had seen her, apparently more than once, enough that he’d taken note of it.
“I—yeah. I guess so,” she admits. “I like being good at what I do.”
“So do I,” Qimir agrees, stepping closer still, overwhelming her with his sheer size in such close proximity. God he’s just so big.
And then his scent hits her.
It should be gross, because he just finished working out, outside in the afternoon sun. She should want to recoil, get away from him. Instead, it’s intoxicating, the most incredible thing Osha has ever smelled. It activates some feral part of herself that had previously been dormant, flooding her body with longing, making her want to lick the sweat from his skin. Her breath comes so hard she feels like she might pass out as she stares up at his gorgeous face.
“In fact,” he continues slowly, holding her gaze. “There are several things I would like to show you just how good I am at doing.”
The simmering heat explodes into a blazing inferno, threatening to consume her entire body. Osha wants so badly to say yes. To take him up on the barely disguised offer. He’s just so painfully attractive and he smells so good. But he’s also a manwhore.
“Does that line usually work for you?” she asks, even as she peers up at him from beneath her lashes, even as she practically pants for breath.
Qimir’s lips quirk. “Honestly? The tales of my exploits have been wildly exaggerated,” he says. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone this semester.” He pauses, something flashing in his eyes. “Not since the first time I saw you at training camp over the summer.”
He’s joking. This must be some kind of joke. Maybe he and Jecki and Tasi are all in on it together. Maybe the other girls told him when she was going into the locker room so he could corner her inside. Maybe they’re going to burst in any second now screaming ‘got you!’
But several long moments pass, and Qimir just keeps gazing down at her like he wants to devour her whole.
“You don’t—” Osha swallows hard, trying to wrap her mind around this whole crazy situation, the implications if he’s telling the truth. “You don’t mean that.”
“I assure you, Osha, I very much do,” he says, and it strikes her again that he knows her name. Knew exactly who she was the moment he saw her. Noticed and remembered that she likes to work out harder than the other girls on the squad.
“But if you’re not interested,” he continues, “feel free to leave.”
She should go. She should turn around and walk out of the room, go back to her dorm and forget this ever happened. He has a reputation.
But again, she can’t bring herself to move.
And part of her desperately wants to find out if that reputation is earned.
He tips his again to the side, considering her and her lack of movement. “But if you didn’t want to leave, I’d be more than happy to give you a… tour of the locker room. Maybe… the showers?”
Suggestion drips from the words, a blatant invitation. One that Osha doesn’t intend to turn down.
She surges forward, shoving the sweat towel off his shoulders in her rush to grab hold of him, her phone still in her hand, and pushes up onto her toes to kiss him.
Qimir lets out a growl and immediately wraps his big arms around her, kissing her back hungrily with his incredible, soft lips. Osha gasps as the sensation sends electricity sparking through her body, and Qimir takes advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside.
A moan spills out of her in response, as his tongue strokes hers. She’d thought he smelled good, but it’s nothing compared to the way he tastes, like something divine, something made just for her. Need thrums inside her, for more of him, all of him, even as her mind still struggles to process the fact that she’s kissing Qimir Stranger. That he’s wanted this since the first time he saw her at training camp, before the semester even started.
And then he reaches for her waist, lifting her into his strong arms. Osha lets out a sound of surprise, but Qimir doesn’t break the kiss as he carries her over to the long bathroom counter and sets her on top of it.
It’s more comfortable like this, not having to lean up on her toes. She drops her phone to the counter beside her and wraps her arms around his shoulders, one of her hands sliding up into the damp hair at his nape, not caring that she’s getting his sweat all over her as long as he doesn’t stop kissing her.
And for a long while, he doesn’t stop, licking into her mouth, tasting every part of her, his breath warm against her lips. Exquisite pressure builds between her thighs. Just kissing has never felt so good before in Osha’s life, and yet, he’s a master at it.
Eventually he moves from her lips to her jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her pulse point, and then nipping. Osha gasps, arching toward him, her knees on either side of his hips but wanting him closer.
“You taste incredible,” he groans into her ear. “Even better than I imagined.”
“I can’t believe you imagined this,” Osha pants out, whining when he nips at her neck, heat racing through her body.
“So many times,” he says, sucking on her skin as Osha gasps, hard enough that she’ll feel it for days. “Can I show you what else I imagined?”
“Yes,” Osha breathes. “Yes, please.”
And then his hands tighten on her waist, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her skirt bunches up as their lower bodies come into contact and she realizes that Qimir is hard, pressing through his shorts and against her bloomers—hard and apparently well endowed.
He grinds his cock against her in a clear indication of what he really wants. It fuels the fire within her, and she wraps her legs around his waist to keep him close as she grabs his head and tugs his mouth back to hers. This time when their lips crash together, she licks into his mouth, chasing his tongue, eager for more, as his hands drop to the bottom of her cropped uniform top, hooking underneath.
“Yes?” he asks against her lips.
It’s such a bad idea to do this here. Someone could walk in and find them, Qimir’s arrival was proof of that. But Osha just can’t bring herself to stop. Not now that she’s tasted him, felt his hard cock pressed against her aching center, her body screaming for more.
“Yes,” she confirms, raising her arms so he can peel the shirt off her.
“Fuck,” he groans when he sees that she’s bare beneath—well, a bra line would ruin the outfit, and they’d been taking team photos today, which is why she’s in her uniform at all. “Holy shit, your tits are unbelievable. I imagined what you would look like under that cute little uniform so many fucking times but the reality is so much better.”
Osha preens a little, leaning back on her hands and pushing her breasts up like an offering. Qimir quickly accepts, wrapping an arm around her back, his other hand moving to cup one breast in his big palm.
It leaves Osha panting. He’s surprisingly gentle, not pawing at her like a mindless animal the way some guys do. Instead he weighs her breast deliberately, before rolling his calloused thumb over and around her nipple, stealing her breath and sending bolts of lightning straight down to her core.
She pulses, hot and aching, slickness growing between her thighs. And then he bends to take her other nipple into his mouth, a gasp tearing from her lips at the soft warm wet of his mouth around the hardened nub. A shower of stars rushes in her blood, tingling and sparking and shooting through her as he licks and sucks one nipple, rolling and pinching the other with his fingers.
And then his hand slides down from her breast to the waistband of her skirt.
He pulls off her nipple to meet her gaze, his expression dark with obvious lust, his breath coming hard. “Can I?”
Osha nods. “Take it off. Take it all off.”
Qimir bites his lip, his eyes flashing as Osha pushes up on her hands to raise her hips off the counter. He doesn’t waste any time, hooking his fingers in the elastic of her skirt, along with her bloomers and underwear beneath, pulling it all down and off over her pristine white sneakers, before discarding the clothing on the counter with her top and phone.
Thanking the universe that she maintains her shaving routine even when she doesn’t have any plans of hooking up with anyone, Osha holds Qimir’s gaze and spreads her legs.
“Show me how good you are,” she prompts, not sure what she’s in for, but optimistic after how it felt to kiss him, how it felt to have his hand and mouth on her breasts.
And to her absolute delight, he drops to his knees in front of the counter. He reaches for her hips, pulling her ass all the way to the very edge.
“God your pussy is so pretty,” he says as he looks at her, hands running up her legs. “And so fucking wet. I bet you taste incredible.”
And then he hooks his arms under her thighs and leans forward to find out.
Osha nearly jumps out of her skin at the first swipe of his tongue over her dripping folds. Qimir doesn’t mess around, there’s no halfhearted little licks the way guys do when they’re only giving oral because they feel like they have to. Instead, he buries his face in her cunt, licking her all over with broad strokes that make molten pleasure pool in her core.
Moans spill from Osha’s lips as he feasts on her like she’s the most incredible thing he’s ever tasted, like he can’t get enough. She has to grip the ledge of the counter for balance because he pulls her even closer, practically dragging her off the countertop in his effort to get as much of her as possible. He laps at her entrance, then he snakes his tongue up to her clit, finding the little bundle of nerves with an ease none of Osha’s partners have ever displayed before.
White-hot bliss sparks in her veins, Osha wailing as he sucks her clit into his mouth. No one has ever given her such good head, pleasure surging through her bloodstream as he alternates sucking on her clit with rolling and flicking it, curling his tongue around it in looping swirls that make her body start to feel too small for the tension building inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, Qimir,” she moans as he sucks on her clit again, her body going taut, her legs starting to shake. “I’m—I’m going to—”
He redoubles his efforts, sucking so hard that her orgasm slams into her, stars exploding behind Osha’s eyes. She sobs as she comes against his lips, her body burning bright with immense pleasure. And best, or maybe worst of all, he gentles but doesn’t stop, forcing her body to keep climaxing in a way she’s only ever managed by herself with her fingers on her clit.
Her body jerks and shudders as he draws her climax out, but somehow he also knows when to let it end. He gentles further, no longer sucking but licking softly, slowly, before pulling away altogether.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, looking up at Osha, his mouth shiny with her slick. Holding her gaze, he licks his lips, and then rises to his feet.
Even if everything that comes after is horrible, even if he turns out to be a complete asshole playboy worthy of his reputation, it will all be worth it for that one insane orgasm.
Although, with how good everything has been up until now, something tells her that whatever comes next will be the opposite of horrible.
“Holy shit,” Osha pants out as he puts his hands on the counter on either side of her hips, leaning toward her. “You really are good at that.”
“I told you, I like being the best,” he says with a catlike grin, radiating pure contentment despite the way his erection tents the fabric of his shorts.
Osha peers down at that prominent bulge, biting her lip, wanting so badly to see if he’s actually as big as he looks through the dark fabric.
“See something you like?” he asks with a smirk, because she’s not being subtle.
“I haven’t decided if I like it yet,” Osha counters, but sits up and reaches for the waistband of his shorts. “But I fully intend to find out.”
She pushes the black fabric down his hips, his cock springing free. He’s every bit as big as she’d guessed, long and thick, the head swollen and slightly purple and leaking with his obvious desire for her.
Seeing it brings the need back to the forefront of her awareness, her core pulsing and aching with longing to have him inside her.
Qimir takes over undressing himself, letting his shorts fall to the floor and stepping out of them.
It leaves them both in just their sneakers, which is a little ridiculous, but Osha doesn’t care. She wants him in a way she’s never wanted anyone, in a way she’d never let herself imagine with him, but that feels completely, overwhelmingly right.
So, she reaches for his cock, wrapping her hand around his thick length, feeling it jump against her palm.
“Fuck, Osha,” he groans as she lightly strokes him.
“You know how to use this thing?” she asks, peering up at him, because a big dick doesn’t guarantee a good time.
“Like I said,” he echoes, breathing hard. “I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best.”
It’s cocky and yet somehow not, like he really means he’s willing to do whatever it takes, and it makes the fire rage between Osha’s legs.
“Are you clean?” she asks. Maybe he has protection in his locker, but she doesn’t want him to leave to go get it, and wants to feel him raw inside her anyway.
His eyes flash. “Scout’s honor.”
Osha almost laughs at the idea of him being a boy scout, with his earrings and dark good looks and wild reputation. But it’s the confirmation she needs.
So, she leans back on her elbows. “Then fuck me.”
Biting his lip again, Qimir steps up to the edge of the counter. He takes hold of his cock, stroking as his other hand grabs her hip. Holding her still, he drags himself through the immense wetness gathered between her thighs, then notches at her entrance.
Anticipation floods Osha, her heart racing in her chest. And then he slowly pushes in. A cry spills from her mouth, her core aching as he stretches her open, and Qimir groans, easing his way inside. She’s so wet and soft from her earlier orgasm that he slides right in despite his size, filling her so gloriously full that she can barely breathe, more incredible than anything she can ever remember feeling before.
“Fuck,” he moans. “God you feel fucking unreal. Better than anything in the fucking world.”
“You—” Osha pants out, hooking her legs around his hips. “You too.”
Suddenly he reaches for her, pulling her upright against his chest so that he can wrap his arms around her and kiss her. He devours her mouth, sucking on her lower lip, feasting on her tongue as his big cock pulses inside her. Osha moans into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders.
And then he begins to move.
It pulls a whine from her lips as he draws back and then pushes in again, his cock gliding perfectly through her wet heat. He does it again, and then again, rocking into her, slowly building up speed, and it’s the most perfect thing she’s ever felt.
“Holy shit,” Osha whines as he moves, pleasure rippling through her core as she clings to him.
“You like that?” Qimir growls quietly, holding her close as he fucks into her faster now, his hips smacking against hers. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, yes,” Osha pants out, electricity lighting up along her limbs with each stroke. “So good, so good.”
He drags along her walls and it sets her brain on fire, makes her whole body feel illuminated. Her fingers dig into the smooth, warm skin of his back, holding him close as the pleasure steadily grows. Little sounds of enjoyment fall from her lips, louder and louder each time he presses inside, her body already starting to wind tight.
And then the door from the hall to the locker room beyond opens, two faint male voices drifting around the corner.
Osha freezes in horror, but Qimir springs into action, pulling her off the counter and grabbing the pile of her clothes and phone. In an instant, he ensconces them in the nearest shower stall, pulling the curtain shut behind him. He drops her things on the built-in bench of the changing area part of the two-chamber stall and presses Osha against the cold tile of the shower wall as he turns the water on.
“Stay quiet,” he whispers in her ear, still lodged inside her, the water spraying behind him. “Hopefully they’ll go.”
Osha nods, throbbing around his cock, so big and hard in her aching core. God, she can’t believe he just picked her up and carried her, one-handed at that.
Outside the stall, the voices get louder as the two young men reach the shower and bathroom section of the locker room.
“I told you, Yord, no one’s in here,” one of the two says, close enough that the words are easily distinguishable even over the sound of falling water.
“Then why’s the shower running?” the other responds, and Osha recognizes the voice of Yord Fandar. He’s on the football team with Qimir and in one of Osha’s classes, has tried making awkward conversation with her a few times.
“Look, those are definitely Q’s shorts, no one else wears those ridiculously short shorts,” Yord points out, then raises his voice. “Hey Qimir, that you?”
“Yep,” Qimir calls back, his voice surprisingly even. “Enjoying my well-deserved shower.”
“Dude, you can’t just leave your shit—” the unfamiliar voice starts, but he stops abruptly, letting out a little huff, like maybe Yord smacked him.
“You haven’t—” Yord says then, though the second boy says something hushed to him. “You didn’t by chance see a cheerleader in here, did you? Mog said he thought he saw Osha Aniseya come in.”
Osha flushes at the fact she’d been seen, but the thought flies out of her head when Qimir pulls back to look at her, raising an eyebrow like he’s asking if she knows why Yord wants to know if she’s here. Osha shakes her head, because she has no idea.
“Nope, haven’t seen her,” Qimir calls back, and something swells in Osha because despite letting him fuck her raw, a part of her still wasn’t sure how he was going to play this. If he really was the wild playboy everyone says, he wouldn’t care about protecting her. “Why, you got a little crush, Fandar? Hoping she was looking for you?”
And then Qimir draws his hips back, and shoves into Osha again hard.
Her hand flies to cover her mouth and the involuntary moan that spills out of her at the pleasure that instantly floods her. When she doesn’t object, Qimir resumes steadily thrusting, his cock finding the sensitive place within her and making her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
“Hey, it’s possible,” Yord insists, and Osha would laugh at that if Qimir wasn’t fucking her so good she can barely form coherent thoughts, her head tipped against the wall, eyes closed, her breath coming harsh and hard against her palm. It’s feels so good she can't think, can't breathe, can’t do anything but cling to him and let him fuck her.
“To be honest,” Qimir replies, stroking into Osha fast and hard, his hands tight on her ass where he’s holding her up. “I’ve been thinking about asking her out myself.”
At those words, Osha forces herself to meet Qimir’s gaze through the overwhelming pleasure. His eyes are dark, his expression serious as he shoves up into her, and it makes the tension start to build again, pleasure writhing in her core.
Outside the shower, Yord groans. “Come on man, you can have any girl in the school. Can’t you pick someone else?”
“Sorry Fandar,” Qimir says in a tone that clearly means no. “Osha’s the only one I want. I’d say you could shoot your shot when I’m done, but I don’t think I’ll ever be done with her.”
At that, the pleasure abruptly crests, Osha moaning into her palm as her core clenches and unclenches in rushing waves of bliss. Qimir presses his mouth to her shoulder, biting down gently to stifle a groan at the feeling of her coming on his cock, but he doesn’t stop moving, fucking her through it.
“You’re such a fucking dick, Qimir,” Yord calls.
Qimir lifts his head, breathing hard, but he still manages to sound controlled when he calls back: “Takes one to know one.”
“Come on Yord, let’s go,” the unknown third boy says, and Osha faintly makes out the sound of their footsteps, and then the door slamming.
She lowers her hand even as Qimir continues thrusting, and it feels so good that her orgasm doesn’t end, just starts building to the next peak.
“Do you—” she whines, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Do you really want to date me?”
“God yes,” Qimir breathes, his thrusts growing more erratic. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me.”
The words push Osha again over the edge, and she wails as she comes, ecstasy ripping through her. This time, Qimir groans and pulls out of her, jerking and shuddering, spilling all over Osha’s stomach.
After, he lowers his head back to her shoulder, breathing hard. “Fuck,” he pants out. “God you’re incredible.”
Osha giggles, fucked-out and elated. She just had sex with Qimir Stranger. He made her come three times. And he wants to date her.
When he catches his breath, he straightens, reaching for her shoes and socks. He pulls them off one-by-one and drops them in the dry part of the stall. Though it’s a thoughtful gesture, it’s too late, her footwear already soaked because her feet had been directly in the shower spray.
Well, at least her hair is mostly dry.
She’ll have to get new shoes, as will he, since his are still on his feet and he’d been more in the water than she was. But Osha can’t help thinking it was worth it.
Carefully, he sets her on her feet, taking her face in his hands and kissing her long and slow. When he pulls back, he wears that gorgeous, satisfied expression again.
“Why don’t you rinse off,” he suggests, glancing down at his spend on her stomach. “I’ll go get you a towel.”
Osha nods. “Okay.”
And then he leans down to kiss her one more time before turning and walking out of the shower, dripping water, completely naked except for his wet sneakers which squeak on the polished vinyl floor.
Humming with contentment, Osha washes his come from her stomach, then turns the shower off. Qimir reappears with a towel for her, another one wrapped around his own hips, his sneakers traded out for Adidas slides, the kind with the massage beads in the soles. He wraps the extra towel around Osha, using it as an excuse to pull her into his arms and kiss her again. Osha’s not complaining as she rests her hands on his biceps and kisses him back. She’s pretty sure she could kiss Qimir forever.
When he pulls away, he looks down at her with overwhelming affection. “Do you have something to change into?”
Osha nods. “In my locker.”
“Do you want me to go get it for you?” he offers.
Osha grips his biceps harder, wrinkling her nose up at him. “Familiar with the women’s locker room, are you?”
“Maybe I just don’t want to give you the opportunity to slip away, now that I finally have you,” he counters.
Pleasure thrums within Osha, warm like summer sunshine, and she leans up to kiss him again.
“Let me take you to dinner,” he says when they separate. “Even if it’s just the dining hall.”
Osha nods, because she doesn’t want to part from him yet either. She doesn’t know where this is going, but it’s clear it’s going somewhere, and they’re going there together.
“How about this,” she counters. “I’ll go get dressed and then I'll meet you in the hall, and we’ll go to the dining hall together.”
Qimir grins and kisses her one more time. “I can live with that.”
When they finally manage to truly separate, Qimir checks out in the corridor to make sure the coast is clear, and then Osha darts across to the women’s room. She changes quickly into her regular clothes and freshens up her makeup, then grabs her things and meets Qimir outside. He’s dressed all in black, like usual, and he grins when he sees her, offering his hand.
Blushing with delight, Osha takes it and lets him lead her down the hall.
“So you’re an Architecture major, right?” he asks as they walk, the pleasure heightening because she’d believed him when he said he’s wanted this for a while, but it just feels so much more real, knowing that he already knew her major. “How do you balance that workload with cheer?”
“It’s not easy,” Osha admits, even as she relishes the feeling of his big fingers laced with hers, the way their gaits naturally sync despite the significant difference in their leg lengths. “It doesn’t leave a lot of free time for other things, and it’ll only get harder through the years. But I love them both, and I don’t want to give either up.”
“You think you can make time in all that for a boyfriend?” Qimir asks, looking at her sidelong.
“Yeah,” she says in a calm voice even though she's screaming on the inside. “I think I can make time for that.”
Qimir grins and squeezes her hand.
They reach the end of the hall, practically at the doors that will let them out onto campus. Late afternoon light streams through the glass barrier that separates them from the rest of the school.
The sight of that threshold reminds Osha of Qimir stepping into the men’s locker room, the sunlight streaming behind him. That, in turn, reminds her of what she was supposed to be doing in there, and the fact that she hadn’t done it.
“Shit,” she says, stopping in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Qimir asks, pausing next to her, looking down at her with concern.
She glances up at him, blushing. “I never finished my task. I was supposed to take a selfie while I was in the men’s locker room.”
Qimir bites his lip, the corners tilting up. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to explain to the other cheerleaders why you couldn’t complete it.”
“Thank you.” Osha blushes with happiness. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone can say I didn’t win that dare now,” she teases.
But really, it’s amazing that what was probably supposed to be a mortifying hazing had instead resulted in her locking down the hottest bad boy on campus, and the best sex of her life.
A wide grin stretches across Qimir’s face, and he pulls her into his arms once more, bending to kiss her. Osha hums and melts into him, tasting his soft lips, overwhelmed with happiness.
When they pull apart, both grinning, they intertwine their fingers and step out of the athletics building to face the rest of the school year hand-in-hand.
The other cheerleaders, it turns out, are not so easily appeased.
“A dare is a dare,” Mira, the captain of the squad, says at their next practice, her hands on her hips. “I don’t care that you somehow convinced Qimir to date you—” her tone very clearly indicates that she does, in fact, care, which is likely the source of this disagreement “—you didn’t get the picture.”
“Maybe she can try again?” suggests Tasi, ever the peacemaker.
Mira rolls her eyes, but capitulates. “Fine.”
“Thanks Mira,” Osha says, though she doesn’t really mean it.
Mira just turns and walks away.
Well, Osha decides, if it’s going to be like that, she’ll give them the picture of their dreams.
Luckily, it isn’t long until there’s a home game.
Qimir lets her into the locker room when the coaches are out. But the other players are all at their lockers in varying stages of dress, many of them hooting and hollering when they see Osha in her little cheerleading uniform. Yord is notably silent, fuming from the corner of the room.
Qimir leads her to his locker, pulling her into his arms. It always feels so incredibly right to be held by him, so natural, so comfortable. Osha relaxes against him and pulls up her phone, opening the camera app.
They look so good together, Qimir darkly handsome, his skin so golden, his earrings still in—though he’ll take them out before going out onto the field. Osha has her hair up in a ponytail with a big green bow, revealing a massive hickey on her neck that she needs to cover up before the start of the game, and the number two painted onto her right cheek—the same number that’s on Qimir’s jersey, which she makes certain to get in the shot.
Then, grinning at the camera as Qimir presses his mouth to her left cheek, Osha takes the picture.
“Send that to me,” Qimir says as soon as the image shows up on her phone. “Going to make that my lockscreen, show off my pretty girlfriend to everyone.”
Giddy and beaming, Osha sends him the picture, then turns to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands instinctively land on her ass, catcalls whistling through the room, but it doesn’t matter. When they’re together, it’s like no one else exists.
“I should get back to the women’s room to finish getting ready,” Osha murmurs, but makes no move to pull away.
“I’ll see you out there?” Qimir asks, even though it’s a given.
“Absolutely,” she confirms with a sly smile. “I’ll be the one cheering all for you.”
Humming with pleasure, Qimir leans down and kisses her, long and slow and sweet.
When he pulls back, he peers at her with overwhelming affection, in a way Osha never could have anticipated, even if she had allowed herself to imagine dating Qimir Stranger before the day they met in the men's locker room.
“I won something too that day, you know,” he says, his thoughts turning in the same direction.
“Oh yeah?” Osha asks, lightly teasing, gazing up at him.
“Yeah,” he says, confident and content. “The endgame.”
Grinning, she leans up and kisses him one last time before they have to separate for the game. But she knows that no matter what happens, win or lose, they'll be walking off that field together.