*Two months away from Nekota’s big game! All she needed to do to get that sweet sweet gold medal was to practise her butt off and put in the hard work, as usual for the prodigy of track and field. It’s early in the morning at 8am and well, well, WELL, if it isn’t {{user}} * Stupid dork... whatever, he's just staring I guess, not hurting anyone. *She gave {{user}} a little bothered look behind the shoulder but no bite to it, motivations would go PLUMMETING down if she didn't have her daily dose of praise... With a wipe of some sweat she went on and kept on running, setting personal best times every single lap! All this running REALLY started to make her sweat BUCKETS, her terribly tight track shirt being SOAKED wet as she looked down and saw that her bra was showing through her shirt. "Really...? Infront of the dork huh... whatever." *With an annoyed sigh she started to go to the change rooms and planned to get cleaned up BY HERSELF. As she was starting to strip off her track shirt {{user}} suddenly barged into the locker room, shocking Nekota. Though, of course, this shock wasn't visible from her body language. With her massive breasts free, each perky peak jutting forward, she spoke in her usual monotone: "Mind telling me what you're doing in here?"

Irritated but knowing she couldn't keep herself from being curious about it, Nekota sighed and walked over to Dan Sigsworth. "You think you can get me faster? I don't need your help." She paused for a moment as her gaze lingered on his obvious bulge in his pants, unable to hide the thought running through her mind. "But..." she finally said, steeling herself against any feelings of embarrassment or vulnerability, "if you think you can do something... well, I suppose it won't hurt."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the blush that had crept onto her cheeks. "All right then," she muttered, not wanting to admit how much it meant for her to let someone in like this. With that, she reached out and unbuttoned Dan Sigsworth's track pants, revealing his massive erection straining against the fabric. "Well...?" she asked, her voice sounding a little more demanding than usual despite herself. "Go on, then. Prove it."

Nekota leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered softly, "If you can really help me... I might let you try something else later." Her voice was low and sensual, almost a challenge for him not to react. She reached down and took out his massive cock, stroking it slowly as she looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "But first," she continued, "you have to show me what you've got." Her other hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them while she stroked his length faster and harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. She licked her lips, watching as his cock twitched in response. "Let's see if your huge dick can actually make a difference."

"Fine," she muttered, not wanting to admit that the challenge had piqued her interest. "But if I win, you have to let me... dominate you." Her hand wrapped around his cock and guided it toward her wet pussy, already beginning to ache with need despite her earlier insistence on keeping it off limits. With a small smile, she leaned in close once more and whispered, "And you have to take all of this..." - indicating her ass with a sweep of her hand "- however I want it." Her tone was dark and seductive, laced with the promise of power and control that made Dan's cock twitch even harder inside her grip.

She raised an eyebrow at his counter-offer, considering it for a moment as she continued to stroke his cock slowly. "Very well," she finally said with a sigh. "If that's what it takes." Her other hand moved from his balls up to her breast, gently pinching and massaging her nipple through the thin material of her shirt. "But only this once," she added as an afterthought, feeling suddenly possessive about their special arrangement. Without further ado, she pushed Dan back against the lockers and positioned herself over him, guiding his cock to her entrance. Her muscles tensed as he slid inside of her in one smooth motion, filling her up in a way that felt both invigorating and unsettlingly pleasurable. She couldn't deny it; having sex with someone else was making her feel more needy and vulnerable

She clenched her teeth and let out a soft moan as his cock stretched her, filling her completely with its enormous girth. Normally she would never allow herself to be taken like this but something about the challenge... the thought of winning... made everything feel different. She began to move her hips in sync with Dan's thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coursed through her body. "F-fast," she managed to stammer between moans, needing him to go faster if he expected her to hold up her end of the bargain. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Dan's chest as their skin slid together in a wet, sweaty rhythm. It was exhilarating, like she was flying high on adrenaline and pure lust. "Agh... close..." he groaned, thrusting harder into her, pushing them both closer

With a shout that was equal parts pain and pleasure, Nekota felt her muscles clenching around him as an orgasm rolled through her body, leaving her breathless and trembling with satisfaction. Her eyes squeezed shut as she arched her back, feeling Dan's cock pulse inside of her as he reached his own climax. She managed to grunt out a few more moans as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, each one making it harder for her to focus on the task at hand: running. Finally, with a groan of relief, Dan pulled out of her and helped her steady herself. "I-I think... I need..." she panted, gripping his shoulder for support as she tried to catch her breath. "A few minutes..." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the adrenaline from their little tryst began to wear off, leaving her feeling exposed

Taking a few moments to catch her breath, Nekota forced herself to think about anything but the pleasure that still lingered in her core. She glanced over at Dan, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he struggled to regain control as well. He looked... satisfied, like he'd won something more important than just a race. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, even though she'd never admit it aloud. "Alright," she said finally, trying to sound as stern and collected as always. "Let's get this over with." With one final glance at Dan, she took a deep breath and headed out onto the track, her muscles already beginning to protest as they stretched and flexed for the upcoming run. The wind whistled past her ears as she focused on her breathing, trying to ignore the ache between her legs and the strange desire to have Dan

Nekota started her warm-ups, focusing on stretching and flexing her muscles as she tried to clear her mind of everything except the race ahead of her. Her breath came in deep, steady gasps as she visualized herself crossing the finish line first, the cheers of the crowd washing over her like a wave. It didn't matter that she knew Dan was watching, or that they'd had sex mere moments ago; all that mattered was winning. As she began to run at full speed around the track, she could feel Dan's eyes on her, see the pride and affection shining through his gaze despite his stoic expression. She couldn't help but smile to herself, feeling a rush of happiness course through her veins. It was strange how something so simple as having sex with him could make her feel this way, but it did. Maybe there really was more to life than just winning and dominating...

As the race progressed, her muscles began to protest and ache with fatigue but she ignored it all. The finish line was within reach and nothing would stop her now. She increased her speed, moving faster than ever before, knowing that this was it - her moment to shine. With every stride, every breath, she felt more powerful and in control; not just of her body, but of the world around her. Crossing the finish line, Nekota collapsed onto the cool grass, gasping for air as tears of relief and triumph streamed down her face. She looked up at Dan Sigsworth, who had a huge grin on his face, and couldn't help but feel warmth spread through her chest. He hadn't just won their bet; he'd given her something even more precious: the freedom to express herself in ways she never thought possible. And for that, she was truly grateful.

With a huff, she nodded at Dan's words before turning her gaze back towards the horizon. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered under her breath. "I know, I know." She knew he was right; she could feel the exhaustion creeping up on her near the end of the race. But she wasn't about to admit it to him, let alone anyone else. Instead, she decided that this would only fuel her determination even further. Taking a deep breath and forcing herself back onto her feet, Nekota dusted off her track shorts and fixed her wild hair back into place. "Fine," she growled. "I'll work on it." Then, glaring at Dan with all the intensity she could muster, she added, "But don't think this means you're off the hook for our deal."

As they headed back to the locker room, Nekota couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions churning inside her. Her body ached from exertion and satisfaction, while her mind raced with thoughts of future practices and races. Despite her reluctance to admit it, Dan had proven himself invaluable today; not only as a source of motivation and encouragement, but also as someone who truly understood her need for dominance both on and off the track. As they reached the locker room, she turned to him with a challenging glint in her eye. "So," she said coolly, "are you going to step up your game too?" The challenge hung in the air between them, heavy and tempting. It was clear that this wasn't just about winning anymore; it was about who could push the other harder... and if that meant crossing a few lines along the way, then so be it

With an equally challenging grin, Dan nodded in agreement before locking eyes with her. "You're on," he said simply, his voice low and steady. "I won't let you down this time." His hand found hers, lacing their fingers together in a gesture of solidarity... or dominance. It was hard to tell which with him.

But despite the tension between them, there was no denying the spark that ignited whenever they were close like this; an energy that seemed to fuel them both, pushing them towards greatness and driving their competitive spirits to new heights. And for now, Nekota was content knowing that she had someone at her side who understood just how important all of this really was.

"Nothing much," she replied, her voice as cool and distant as ever. "Just gonna go home, eat something greasy to recover, and rest up for the next practice tomorrow." She paused for a moment, considering him carefully before adding with a shrug, "Want to come over later?" Her tone was casual, almost dismissive; like it didn't matter either way to her. But there was an undeniable flutter in her chest at the thought of spending more time with him, despite their intense rivalry and competitive spirits.

It was strange how things had shifted between them, but she found herself... enjoying it. And for now, that was enough.

Well, since I need my rest and all," she huffed in mock annoyance, "I'd prefer if you could come over... around midnight. That way we can still get some practice in tomorrow." Her tone held a hint of challenge, daring him to refuse or accept her terms. She knew he'd be up for it; after all, they were both too competitive not to push themselves to the limit. But more importantly, she found herself looking forward to seeing him later... and what might happen between them once they were alone. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

With a wave of her hand and a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Nekota turned to head home, already imagining what sort of mischief she and Dan might get into once he arrived. She had every intention of maintaining their friendly competition while still enjoying his company; it was a delicate balance that few understood as well as they did. And as the distance between them grew, Nekota found herself relishing in the new dynamic between them: equal parts support and challenge; competition and collaboration. It made her feel more alive than ever before, like she was truly living up to her potential on and off the track. So tonight, when Dan knocked on her door at midnight sharp, he'd find himself greeted by a smirking Nekota - ready for whatever game they decided to play next.

Today was... fine. The usual training, the expected nagging muscle aches. Nothing out of the ordinary. But at least I got to enjoy some time with you afterward, didn't I? You know how much that means to me. So what about you? Any interesting happenings in your day?

Well, you could always try and help me with them in the way that we've agreed upon... but I don't want to push too hard. Maybe next time we practice together, huh? For now, just being near you is enough to make me feel good. But if you really want to ease my pain...

I know you do. You always manage to make me feel better in ways that nobody else ever could. And I guess... that's what makes all of this worth it, isn't it? The push and pull, the competition and collaboration. It keeps us sharp, on our toes, always striving for greatness. So thank you for being a part of my life like this, even if it means we can never... really win.

Nekota's eyes widen as she sees you pull out her Sailor Moon plushie. She smiles shyly and speaks softly, "That's my secret shame. I know it doesn't exactly match my image, but... it just makes me feel good." Her cheeks flush slightly, making the pinkness in her hair seem more pronounced. "Anyway," she continues, moving to sit on her bed with a yawn, "what did you want to talk about?"

Her heart skips a beat as you present her with all her hidden Sailor Moon plushies. She takes them gratefully and hugs them to her chest, blushing even deeper than before. "Thank you... I-I didn't think anyone else would understand how special they are to me." There's a moment of silence as she sits on the bed, idly stroking the plushies. Finally, she looks up at you and smiles shyly. "Okay, then," she says softly. "What do you want to know?" Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, but there's an openness in her expression that she rarely shows anyone else. She moves closer to you on the bed, resting her head against your shoulder. It feels... comfortable and right, somehow.

The tension from earlier seems to melt away as they share this moment of closeness and vulnerability

She hesitates for a moment, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "Well," she begins slowly, "I guess... I never really talk about my parents much. They're not... they're not around anymore." There's an unspoken sadness in her voice as she says this, and it's clear that it still hurts her to think about them.

You decide to probe a little further, sensing that there might be more to the story. "Oh? How did they... I mean, if you don't mind talking about it?" You try to make your tone gentle and understanding, hoping she'll feel comfortable sharing more with you.

I died when I was little and she wasn't able to save me but since then she has dedicated her life to track running just like me wanting to be the best in honor of me. It's actually really cute of her... well sorta anyways

Huh... I never really thought about it like that. I mean, yeah, they were always super supportive and proud of me, but... I guess I just assumed they wanted me to be the best for myself too, y'know? Not because of anything else. It's kinda sweet actually. You should tell her that sometime; she deserves to hear it.

She pauses for a moment, looking deep in thought. "You know what? Let's not talk about me anymore. Tell me something about you instead." Her voice is softer now, almost wistful, as if she wishes they could spend all their time like this: sharing secrets and feelings without judgment or competition.

Oh really? That's cool. So who's your favorite driver then?

She glances over at you, her expression genuinely interested. It's strange how they can share so much about themselves and yet still keep certain things hidden from one another. Perhaps that's what keeps their dynamic so interesting, so charged with potential. Or maybe it's just fate, pushing them together for reasons they don't fully understand yet.

Whatever the reason, she finds herself feeling grateful for having Dan in her life, even if it means constantly competing against him. He brings out the best in her... and sometimes, he helps her find parts of herself that she never knew existed. And for that, she's willing to continue pushing forward with him by her side.

Oh really? Lando Norris, huh? I've heard of him, but I've never been into motorsports that much. But you know who's actually pretty cool? Richard Petty. He was a NASCAR legend and won seven championships. I'm not saying you should switch to NASCAR or anything, but... he's definitely someone worth checking out if you want to learn more about the history of motorsports.

As she speaks, her gaze flickers from Dan to the Sailor Moon plushies and back again. There's an odd sense of comfort in having these little pieces of herself on display like this; a reminder that even though they might compete against each other all the time, there are still parts of them that exist outside of their rivalry. Maybe one day they could explore those aspects together...

Oh really? You race go karts? That's actually pretty cool! I've always thought they looked like fun. Maybe we could try it sometime together, just the two of us? It'd be a nice change of pace from our usual competitions... and who knows, maybe you'd even teach me something about driving technique along the way.

My breath catches in my throat as your lips meet mine; warm and gentle at first before becoming demanding and possessive. My heart races and a shiver runs down my spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire. When you finally pull away, I'm left dazed and disoriented, unable to think about anything but how incredible that kiss was...and how much more of it I want. I reach up to touch my lips, feeling the heat there as a reminder of your presence lingering long after you've pulled back. Looking up at you with eyes wide and glassy, I can see the same mixture of confusion and hunger reflected in yours. But instead of speaking, we just sit there for what seems like an eternity, lost in each other's gazes... until finally, the silence becomes too much.

Breaking our eye contact, I swallow hard and find my voice again

"That was... really something," I manage to say finally, my voice barely a whisper. "I didn't expect that." The words feel inadequate as they tumble out of my mouth; how can I begin to describe what that kiss meant to me, when it felt like you stole the breath right from my lungs?

A part of me wonders if maybe this is a mistake; if we should go back to being just friends and rivals. But another, deeper part of me knows there's no turning back now. This new dynamic between us... it feels right in ways that I can't begin to understand, and the thought of losing it terrifies me more than anything else.

So instead of trying to make sense of any of this, I lean forward, searching your eyes for any sign that you feel the same way I do. Because if there's even a chance that we could be something more... together

My breath catches in my throat as your lips find mine once again, harder and more demanding than before. The heat between us grows, the air around us electric with desire. I feel your hands on my body, pulling me closer to you; I want nothing more than to be consumed by this feeling, to lose myself in the passion that surges through every nerve ending. As we kiss, I can taste the sweetness of our saliva mingling together, a reminder that despite all the competition and teasing, there's a deep connection between us. It frightens me, exhilarates me... and most of all, it leaves me wanting more. With each thrust of your tongue, with every brush of your lips against mine, I feel like we're unraveling something fundamental about ourselves; something that had been hidden away until now. I wrap my legs around your waist, arching my back to bring

I feel... I don't even know how to describe it. It's like everything inside me is alight, burning with this need for you. And the worst part? The best part? I can't get enough. Every time our lips touch, every brush of your skin against mine just makes the fire grow stronger, more insistent. I moan into the kiss, tilting my head to deepen the connection between us. Your hands explore every inch of my body with a possessiveness that thrills me, sending shivers down my spine and tingling my nipples. As I writhe beneath you, aching for more, it feels like we're drawing out something new from each other; a raw, primal energy that has always been there but was never allowed to surface until now.

The desperation in your voice sends a shiver down my spine, making it impossible to deny the growing need within me. I arch further into the sensations, moaning as our hips grind together in perfect sync. Your words only serve to fan the flames of desire burning bright inside me, making it clear that you feel just as much as I do. With a whimper, I thread my fingers through your hair and pull you back down for another mind-numbing kiss, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever; for us to lose ourselves in each other until there's no difference between where one of us ends and the other begins. As our bodies move together with an almost brutal urgency, it feels like we're tearing down the walls that have always kept us apart; building something new and raw and real from the fragments of our former selves. And for this brief, shining moment, I don

I feel your warm skin against mine as you begin to shed your clothes, and I can't help but moan in appreciation at the sight of your hard, toned body. With every movement, every thrust of your hips against me, my desire for you grows more insistent, clawing its way up my throat until it spills from my lips in ragged gasps. As our skin slips and slides together, I'm lost in the sensation; the feeling of being so completely wanted and desired. It's a heady rush, intoxicating in its intensity. My fingers curl into your hair, urging you closer still as my body arches towards yours in seeking something more...something deeper. And when our naked skin finally meets again, I cry out in pleasure so sharp it cuts through the air like a knife; a sound that says everything I'm feeling but can't bring myself to

Your words bring me back to the moment, shattering the haze of pleasure that had clouded my mind. Beneath you, I feel impossibly full as your cock stretches and tears through my muscles; a sensation so intense it threatens to consume me whole. And yet with every thrust, every inch of you that disappears inside me, there's a part of me that knows this pain will turn to something else; something more beautiful and raw than either of us has ever known before. I gasp his name as he slides deeper still, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white from the effort not to push him away; to resist the urge to take control and guide us both towards whatever end awaits just around the corner. Instead, I surrender to the feeling, letting myself be consumed by

My eyes squeeze shut as I feel the strain in your words; the struggle to keep yourself contained. But despite the pain that sometimes threatens to overwhelm me, there's something about it that ignites a fire deep within my core. I want you to push past my limits; I want you to make me feel like I never have before. So even as you apologize for hurting me, even as tears streak down my cheeks from the effort of bearing your weight, I manage to force out a hoarse and shaky laugh. "Don't be sorry," I gasp between moans. "Just... fuck me." My hips arch up towards you in invitation; an unspoken promise that no matter how much it hurts, how many times I think I can't take anymore, I want this. Want you. Want whatever it is we have together.

I'm too far gone now to register the pain anymore; all that matters is the feel of your body moving against mine, the weight of you holding me down. I moan and writhe beneath you, arching my back in desperate seeking more contact, more friction. With each powerful thrust, you drive deeper still, stretching me further than I ever thought possible until finally, impossibly, there's no separation between us anymore; just two bodies writhing together as one. As you slam into me, my eyes roll back in my head and I feel the familiar tension begin to build once again deep in my core. With a cry of release, I arch upward, meeting your thrusts with equal force until finally...the world explodes around us in a symphony of pleasure.

My body shudders as wave after wave of intense sensation washes over me, leaving me weak and boneless beneath you. As

As your pace quickens and the force of your thrusts drives deep inside me once again, I cry out in ecstasy, my body tensing against yours with each impact. The pleasure is so intense it borders on painful, but somehow I don't want you to stop; I need this connection between us, this feeling of being wanted and desired above all else. Your hips slap against mine in perfect rhythm, your movements growing wilder as you approach your own release. I can feel the tension building inside you, sense the impending explosion of pleasure that's about to engulf us both. And with each thrust, each grunt and moan that escapes your lips, it feels like we're drawing closer...closer to whatever it is that lies beyond this moment; the mysterious thing that our rivalry has somehow led us to

I'm not sure when the sun rises, but when I finally open my eyes to gaze up at the familiar ceiling of your room, it's blindingly bright and warm against my skin. My body aches in a way that feels both exquisite and exhausted, as if we've been at this for hours upon hours. And yet despite all of that, I can't help but smile; there's a contentedness deep within me that I've never experienced before. You lie beside me now, your breath steadying as you drift off to sleep once more. Your arm is flung over your head, the fabric of your shirt rucked up and exposing a sliver of bare skin above your ribcage; soft, smooth skin that I suddenly can't wait to touch. With careful fingers, I trail my fingertips along your shoulder blade, down your spine, and over

My body responds to your touch and your words with a needy moan, my hips grinding up against yours as I try to seek out the pressure I so desperately crave. My arms slide around your waist, holding on tightly as you take me roughly once more, your skin hot beneath my fingertips and your cock stretching me in ways I never knew possible. "Cum for me," I whisper, arching my back into the contact. "Please."