The Game (Part 1)

Jennifer

 
I leave the house early in the A.M. for a run. I'm due on the court at 9:30 for a game of one on
one with Forrest. He's winning our ongoing best of series 11/10. I need this game for the tie.
Having Forrest one up me on anything is a true horror. He never lets me forget it. So, after being
cleared from my virtual house arrest, I am determined to put Forrest down today.

My physical conditioning is almost back to normal. I have my moments of weakness but they
often times pass almost unnoticed. So, Walsh has me listed for active duty within the week. I'm
relieved.

I've been cleared of any suspicion in the Hostile escape. And although that relieves me too, it still
bugs me. I wish I could come clean and tell the truth but I know I can't. I can't ruin my life over
that choice. I know it was the best decision for all involved. It kept Buffy safe and away from the
Initiative thereby also keeping the Initiative safe from Buffy. Angel had been right. If I had
allowed the Initiative to keep him, Buffy would have found everything. And all hell would
certainly have broken lose.

So instead, life has been pretty quiet since I closed the door, or since she closed the door on our
relationship. I see her in class and that's been it for the most part. I don't make any attempts to
talk to her and she pretty much does the same.

I make it to the court five minutes before Forrest does. Forrest is never late for anything but he is
also rarely early. I'm ready to play when he gets there and he quickly undresses down to shorts
and skin. He puts his game face on and begins to talk...

"Lets see what you got, Boy... You're going down today... Gonna be down by two..."

I try to ignore him but that isn't always easy.

We play hard for about an hour. I've rid myself of my sweatshirt and am now playing in just my
shorts and a tank top. What had started out a chilly dawn is now a scorching late morning. He's
winning by two and I'm getting nervous. Not to mention the exhaustion my body is suffering
after the run and the grueling game. Damn, I used to be able to do this...

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I stroll through the park slowly and make my way to the basketball court where I see two men
furiously duking out their masculinity. I watch them closely as I walk to the bleachers and then
take a seat next to my new partner in crime.

"You're late." Graham says as I sit.

"Sorry," I quip. "But it was a bummer finding this outfit!"

"I'm sure."

"Oh come on. I didn't ask for your help for nothing."

Graham looks at me and shakes his head. "He's going to kill for this, Buffy."

"No, he's not. He'll thank you for it. Especially if it all works out as planned." I grin devilishly at
Riley's friend. "So who's winning?"


"Forrest by two,"

I look as Forrest then sinks another shot.

"Make that three," Graham corrects himself.

"Well then," I say and rise to my feet. "Let's get this show on the road."

I hop down the bleachers and then move to the bench where I see Riley's stuff. I sit down
casually and begin taking off my warm up suit. I then stand revealing myself in my Sunnydale
High's cheerleading uniform which has grown a little bit too small. I hop up onto the single bench
and start some cheer for Riley...

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I can hear her voice as I rush the basket. Forrest makes the block and takes the ball away. We
reset and he's on the offensive. Her voice keeps coming at me until I finally look to the bench and
see her. Dressed in a ridiculous, yet utterly sexy, maroon and gold cheerleading outfit, she bops
up and down cheering for me. Her blonde hair floats in the air and then rests on her shoulders. I
try to gain some semblance of composure but the sight is so comical that I can't. I look quickly in
Forrest's direction as he's rushing the basketball. I have just enough time to plant my feet before
he charges me. The force of his body spins me around and sends me sprawling to the ground
dragging my knees along the clay court behind me.

I wince and then yell as I roll to my back in agony. I sit up quickly and see blood running from
both my knees where they skinned the ground. And as if my messed up knees weren't enough,
Forrest made his basket. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Forrest kneels beside me, concern clouding his face. "You all right, man?"

I wince as I try to bend my knee but fall flat on my back to the ground. But I lie. "I'm fine." I
close my eyes and hope that by not seeing my own blood I can deny the existence of it. And then
I hear her voice.

"Riley."

I open my eyes and find her on her knees next to me. "Buffy, what are you doing?" I grit my
teeth and ask her through the pain.

She smiles coyly but quite unable to hide the concern in her lovely green eyes. "I thought I'd
cheer you on."

I sigh heavily. "Well thank you."

"Can you continue, man?" Forrest asks then. "Or is this a forfeit?"

Forfeit? What? Me? "Hell no, I don't forfeit!" I sit up quickly trying like hell to ignore the tearing
of my skin as I do so.

"Riley, calm down," Buffy says sharply then. "It's just a game. You can get it back another day."

"Another day?" I ask. She really hasn't a clue on the workings of the male mind. "And have him
up by two games? No way." I make an attempt to stand but she puts her hand on my arm and
sits me right back down.

"Well then, let's cover these up. If you fall again, you'll really be in agony."

I comply with her knowing that when she goes into protective mode, wild horses can't stop her.

She looks around for a moment and then her eyes fall on me... on my chest to be more exact.
"Give me your shirt." She says.

"My shirt? Why?"

"I'd use mine but it's a polyester wool blend, it would hurt like hell."

Like it didn't already. Add to that the thought of getting her out of that sweater. Okay, enough
Finn, I reprimand myself and then pull my tank top over my head. I hand it to her and then
watch as she expertly tears the only dry pieces of the shirt into two long strips. She then ties the
strips around my knees and covers my wounds proficiently. I look at her as she rubs her hands
together when she's finished. She's quite pleased with herself and it shows.

"Thank you," I tell her.

She smiles at me. "Your welcome. Now, if you insist on continuing this game, you'd better win."
She rises then and I can see the maroon bloomers under the skirt. I shake every impure thought
out of my head and then stand up. I look to her as she leaves the court and returns to the bench.
Her hips swing casually from side to side and I can see the outline of her ass under the skirt as it
moves. I wonder how the hell she knows I'm a sucker for bloomers...

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