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Chapter 3: Blown Bracket
As the next week progressed, Bobby and Jubilee both anticipated the coming weekend, to the point they were practically beside themselves by Thursday. Neither could have said, if asked, whether they looked forward more to the games themselves or to the results and the aftereffects. Between Monday and Wednesday, Jubilee had to change panties once a day because she kept dampening them; during the same span, Bobby had to contend with frequent, spontaneous erections. The most embarrassing instance occurred in the Danger Room while practicing two-person rappelling with Tabby pressed against him, not helped by how she purred into his ear in her sultriest voice, “Is that a communicator in your uniform, or are you happy that I’m your partner?”
Thursday and Friday’s tournament activity consisted of two double-headers running concurrently in the evenings on two different channels, staggered enough that viewers could switch during halftime and after the final buzzer. Saturday and Sunday’s games worked along similar lines, except that the double-headers occurred on a single channel (though, oddly, Saturday’s games appeared on one channel while a different one showed Sunday’s), since only four games needed to be played. Additionally, after each of those games came a ceremony where the players and coaches of the Final Four teams cut down the nets from the goals to celebrate their victories. Sunday’s games occurred during the afternoon, during time the Professor designated as no-TV time for the students to work on homework, so Bobby set the DVR to record them for him and Jubilee to watch in the evening.
The two teenagers enjoyed watching the games, of course – except for the ones that weren’t close, though fortunately there weren’t many of those – but they also spent a lot of time watching each other surreptitiously. Jubilee eyed Bobby’s sculpted arms and broad shoulders and occasionally his package, and she imagined seeing him completely naked; she thought he might look like one of those Renaissance paintings of Greco-Roman myths. Bobby’s gaze ran along her toned legs, as usual, but he also scanned her chest. Unlike several of the other girls – Amara, Tabby, Jean, Rogue – Jubilee was practically flat; because of that, though, he noticed on several occasions that she didn’t often wear a bra, as evidenced by the pointed tips of her nipples visible through her shirt. To his delight, Thursday through Sunday were no exception. Both teens fantasized about winning and losing this week in equal measure.
As the last team basked in its moment of glory, Bobby and Jubilee updated their brackets, a process which took considerably less time this weekend. Jubilee’s face scrunched up as she scratched out her last few teams, fidgeting in her seat on the sofa as she noticed his bulge. Bobby’s brow furrowed as he scratched out a few of his teams; he hoped his companion hadn’t noticed the lump in the front of his shorts. Anticipation hung over both of them.
“So…” they began simultaneously, triggering laughter from both.
“Ladies first,” urged Bobby.
Jubilee licked her lips. “Just two: Kentucky, of course, and Duke.”
Bobby favored her with a grin. “Two for me too, but I have Wisconsin instead of Duke. Gonzaga let me down again this year.”
“Really?” asked Jubilee with a surprised giggle. “We tied?”
“Looks like,” Bobby admitted with a shrug. “Does that me we, uh, give each other head?”
“Maybe, or that neither of us does,” replied the young woman. “Then again, basketball doesn’t have ties, so maybe we shouldn’t either.”
Bobby nodded thoughtfully. “What’ll we do for a tiebreaker? Highest total scores from winning teams?” he suggested. “Or greatest margin of victory?”
Jubilee shrugged. “How about we take a step back and see who had more Elite Eight teams? So it’s the same measure.”
“That works,” agreed the young man, ready to just get on with it already. “I’ve got… five,” he counted.
Jubilee pored over her bracket. “Damn,” she muttered. “Only four. I guess you’re getting a blowjob, then.” She licked her lips in an exaggeratedly seductive manner. “Your room again?”
“Unless Sam and Danielle are making out in there,” he answered. “We’ll have to check and see.”
Jubilee mulled the thought over. “Sure, why not?”
With that, they finished cleaning up and padded to Bobby and Sam’s room. The door stood shut, implying the room was occupied. They crept closer to the door and listened to be sure.
Muffled though it was, a gasp sounded from within, accompanied by the noises of kissing. “Oh, Sam!” they heard Danielle gasp. “Your hands are so warm! That feels… ooh!... when you do that.”
Sam replied, but his voice was soft enough that the eavesdroppers only heard the baritone murmur of his voice, his words indistinct. Whatever he said triggered a giggle from Danielle. They caught the partial reply: “… sweet of you to say.” A soft whimper followed.
Bobby and Jubilee looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise. The young woman put a finger to her lips and jerked her head down the hall, away from the door and in the general direction of her room. The young man nodded, and the two of them stole away to Jubilee’s room.
When she’d returned to the Mansion, Jubilee had been assigned to a small room on the end of the hall, one just large enough for a bed, a waist-high chest of drawers, a desk, and a small closet. A few posters of 80’s rock bands adorned the walls. On the desk sat a couple pictures in frames – some of Jubilee with her parents, some of her with various other residents of the X-Mansion. Beside the lamp stood a photo of her and Bobby, both smiling sadly with the knowledge that the Lees were coming to collect their daughter. Wearing a wistful smile when he saw it, Bobby brushed the edge of that photo with his fingertip.
Jubilee shut the door and grinned at Bobby. A swirl of excitement and nerves filled her, especially because he’d noticed the picture of them she’d insisted on taking before her parents arrived; she’d wanted at least one memento of the two of them, in case she never saw him again. Fortunately, she’d been given a second chance, one she didn’t intend to squander.
“Sounds like Sam and Danielle were getting friendly, huh?” she asked to break the ice.
Bobby nodded. “I’m a little surprised, actually,” he admitted. “They’re both so shy.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” quipped Jubilee. More seriously, she continued: “I should probably go ahead and warn you, I’ve only done this once, so…” She fidgeted as she trailed off.
Bobby shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll feel great,” he reassured her. “I’ve never, um, gotten one.”
Jubilee relaxed a bit on hearing that. “I’ll definitely give it my best. I even asked a few of the other girls for pointers.”
“I bet Tabby talked your ear off,” joked the young man.
“Not really,” the young woman replied noncommittally. “Less than you might think, anyway. Kitty, of all people, was the most helpful.”
Bobby blinked. “I would not have called that one.”
“I know, right?” laughed Jubilee as she sidled close to her friend, guiding him towards the bed. Her own knees felt a bit unsteady, and her stomach knotted. “You think you know someone,” she added, her voice softening, her hands drifting from where they’d perched on Bobby’s stomach downward to the waistband of his shorts.
Bobby looked down at Jubilee looking up at him, her eyes the color of maple syrup. The question of why he kept comparing Jubilee to food flitted through his mind; he chalked it up to being a teenage boy, for whom food and sex occupied his thoughts so often that intertwining them became perfectly understandable. The young man leaned downward.
Why does he keep trying to kiss me? Jubilee wondered. I thought this was just fooling around. Does he want more than that? she fretted. I don’t think I’m ready for more than that. His intense blue-eyed gaze seemed to smother her.
Panicking, she pushed him backwards, enough that the only place for him to go was Jubilee’s bed. Bobby landed on his rear on the mattress, a confused and slightly hurt expression on his face. The young woman winced. “Sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t mean to push that hard.”
“That hard,” Bobby repeated sullenly.
Jubilee put on a hollow-feeling saucy smirk. “I wasn’t gonna kneel before your hard-on like some kinda servant,” she teased, “so I needed you on the bed.” With a mocking pout, she added, “Whassa matter, Bobby? Mean ol’ Jubes hurt your widdle feelings?”
Bobby’s eyes narrowed. What the hell? he wondered. Where did all that come from? “I… guess you just wanna get down to it, then?” he asked coldly.
Jubilee licked her lips. She could tell she’d gone overboard and hurt his feelings, but she didn’t quite know how to apologize. “I really wanna suck your dick, Bobby,” she soothed, “but I can’t if you just stare at me all night.”
“Sorry for thinking about how beautiful you are,” he grumbled.
A long, awkward silence ensued. Eventually, Bobby reclined fully on Jubilee’s bed and pulled down his shorts. Meanwhile, Jubilee tied her long, dark hair into a bun to keep it out of her way. She sat beside her friend and grasped his shaft.
“Before I get started,” began the now-nerve-wracked young woman, “a couple things. First, you can put your hands on my head, but no pushing. You’re so big,” she purred as she stroked to keep him hard, “I might gag.”
Bobby laughed. “Now you’re just flattering me, Jubes.”
“For real! I mean it!” she protested. “Second, I’ll, um, try to swallow, but I might not be able to handle it. So no promises.”
“Fair enough.” After a few moments, he asked, “Anything else?”
Jubilee leaned down and breathed on Bobby’s dick, making it twitch. “Sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier, Bobby,” she murmured, her face less than an inch away from him. “Lemme make it up to you, hm?”
“Jubes,” Bobby whispered. He wanted to tell her exactly how he felt about her, but he decided not to interrupt her just now.
The inexperienced teenage girl licked her way up the shaft, starting at the base and gliding all the way up to the tip. Remembering one of Kitty’s tips, Jubilee swirled her tongue around the purplish head, an act which drew a groan from the young man. Hearing Bobby sent a shiver along her spine.
“H-How’s it taste?” stammered Bobby.
Jubilee pondered her answer, her face scrunching the way Bobby found so endearing. “A little salty, a little musky,” she replied. With a sly wink, she added, “I could see it becoming the latest popsicle craze.”
“The new flavor every girl can’t wait to try?” jibed the young man.
“Uh-huuuuhhhhh,” cooed Jubilee. She began licking him like a popsicle, with short strokes focused where the head met the shaft.
“Oh shit, Jubes,” Bobby grunted. “That feels fucking great.”
Taking a deep breath, the Californian went for broke and took the entire head into her mouth. Again silently thanking Kitty for her advice, Jubilee focused on breathing through her nose and avoiding scraping her companion with her teeth. Once she felt ready, she bobbed her head slowly.
Bobby groaned; the sensation of Jubilee’s warm lips wrapped around his dick combined with the sight of the same to form the most erotic experience he’d ever had. He smiled to himself at the look of intense concentration on her face, the same one she always had while trying to perfect a particularly tricky sequence on the balance beam. She’s really something else, he mused, if she’s putting forth that same level of effort just to pleasure me. The Bostonian rested a hand on her neck and stroked to show his appreciation.
Jubilee sped up, ultimately fitting about half his length into her mouth comfortably. He’s way bigger than Mark’s was, she griped to herself. Right now, I dunno if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. She worked her lips on the outward stroke to try giving her companion a pulling sensation, a technique Tabby had suggested.
Bobby grunted at the tugging sensation he felt from his friend’s lips. The young man felt the onset of his climax coming soon, his cock twitching and his balls tightening for the impending release. “Jubes… soon,” he managed to warn her.
Thank God, groused Jubilee. My jaw’s getting tired and achy. Ceasing her head-bobbing, she pulled back so only the head remained in her mouth. Her tongue worked the tip, squeezing it against her palate – yet another recommendation from Kitty.
“Blows a guy’s mind, like, every time!” the brunette had promised, giggling.
Whatever Jubilee was doing to him, Bobby neither knew nor cared. The sensations filling his brain drowned out all other thoughts with pure pleasure. He careened over the edge with a long, low groan.
The young woman had just enough warning, from the warmth and extra-salty flavor of Bobby’s precum, to squeeze her eyes shut and brace herself. His dick pulsed in her mouth, spurting warm semi-liquid onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth. While Jubilee cast about for what, exactly, the texture reminded her of, one shot hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.
Jubilee tried to fight through, but she just couldn’t suppress the urge to cough. Sputtering, she removed her mouth from the source of her struggles, which then sprayed her face a few times. Eyes still shut, she felt the warm goo on her cheeks, nose, and chin. Her whole face contorted into a disgusted expression.
Panting as he came down, Bobby repressed a satisfied grin, for fear that Jubilee might misinterpret the smile as mocking her current state. He’d made a mess all over her face, and her continued coughing only made more of the substance run down her chin to drip onto his softening dick. “Jubes… shit, sorry… you okay?”
One of her eyelids cracked open, and he saw the flash of anger in her eye. Jubilee was mostly angry at herself for failing so spectacularly; but Bobby’s mutation didn’t include telepathy, leaving him in the dark. Between coughs, she bit back in a hoarse voice, “Do I look okay to you?” Frustrated, she swiped her hand over her face to wipe off some of the liquid coating her cheeks and nose.
The young man reached under the bed and fumbled around blindly until he found a box of tissues, which he handed to his companion. She accepted with a grateful, close-mouthed smile and cleaned off her face, along with wherever Bobby’s cum had managed to spatter while she’d sputtered. Fortunately, Jubilee had kept the mess contained to her face and Bobby’s groin.
“Good enough,” she sighed as she dabbed the last from Bobby’s pubic hair.
“That was great,” he reassured her, “though I’ll understand if you don’t wanna do that again.”
Jubilee just shrugged. “That’s how it went for me last time, too. Practice will make perfect,” she added with a naughty grin.
“That a promise?” asked Bobby, his matching grin as eager as Jubilee’s was naughty.
“Who said I’d be practicing on you?” she teased with a look that suggested Bobby was getting ahead of himself.
Bobby shot her a displeased look, which merely earned him a faux-sweet smile. A glance at the clock told him curfew was coming. “I guess I’d better bounce,” he told her as he stood. “See you Saturday?”
“If not before,” she replied. He pulled up his shorts and left.
Once she’d closed the door behind him, Jubilee opened her underwear drawer and retrieved a small, pink plastic cylinder. Twisting it one-quarter turn activated its vibration function. The horny girl had waited until tonight to try her toy, purchased during the week as “hand-cramp insurance.” Grinning she lay down and slipped two fingers into her mouth and the buzzing object into her panties, her mind filled with fantasies of giving Bobby the perfect blowjob.
Meanwhile, Bobby returned to his room to see Sam kissing Danielle goodnight. Bobby leaned against the wall, waiting patiently as the kiss dragged on and on and on, a grin on his face on his roommate’s behalf. His eyes traced Danielle’s slim, athletic frame clad in a cream halter that showed her shoulders, especially considering the striking contrast with her skin, and tight blue jeans that accentuated her firm rump. Idly, Bobby wondered if he’d ever have the opportunity to compare Danielle’s and Jubilee’s asses side-by-side.
Doubtful, he realized, but a guy can dream.
Sam finally broke the kiss and whispered “G’naht” in Danielle’s ear. Bobby gave his roommate’s girlfriend a polite nod and smile as she passed and noted the way Sam watched her go, a big, dopey grin on his face. “Dude, you look like you need a few minutes,” Bobby addressed him, jerking Sam’s attention away. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Um, thanks. Ah… reckon Ah could use the tahm,” Sam admitted, red-faced.
“It’s cool. I know you’d do the same for me, man.” Grinning, he added, “Hopefully, we’ll need to work out a system soon to let each other know we’re, y’know, ‘busy’.” Bobby made air-quotes around the last word. Sam’s face flushed further; Bobby just laughed and hit the showers.
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A/N: Sorry for the slight delay on this chapter - I had to wait for the results of Sunday's games, and I was pretty busy that day. I could fudge the results last chapter because there are so many games, but as the field gets winnowed, that's harder to do. Since I planned the results of each chapter in advance, I've at least been able to write those sections and then fill in the tournament-related details afterward - Schrodinger's bracket, if you will. However, now that I'm locked in to a particular Final Four pattern for Bobby and Jubilee, that makes the last chapter more like my original plan for the whole story: I'll need to wait for the champion to be decided before I can even begin the next chapter, since it can go a couple completely different ways. In a way, it's like a VN or CYA novel, only it's not reader's/player's choice that'll affect the outcome. At any rate, because the championship doesn't even occur for another week, plus some work projects coming due this week and next, it may be some time before the final chapter gets written. If I have a chance this week, I'll post a couple paragraphs (a short, interquel chapter) that at least explains the possible scenarios (kinda like the analysis-type shows on ESPN, etc.).
Until then, please leave feedback for this chapter in the form of ratings, reviews, or posting to the discussion thread (link in Ch.1's AN)!
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