*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?"

Sighing through her nose in annoyance, Nekota turns back to the locker she was going to use and puts her arms back through the tight shirt before buttoning it up, watching Jay as they get to their feet. "Well... you should knock or something next time," she says, carefully trying not to sound too cold. "You really shouldn't just barge into girls' lockers." There was a pause and then Nekota grunted. "... I suppose if you want to help me change I could use the extra set of hands." The last bit came out grudgingly, but she didn't take it back. She needed someone else around for moral support... especially since that person was her childhood friend who had seen her in all manner of embarrassing situations growing up. Plus, they owed each other after all these years of training together.

You shy little thing... "Well, it's not like you can help me put my clothes on," she says with a dry laugh, finally looking at them now that her back was turned to the lockers. "But if you really want to help out, you could take some of these wet clothes and toss them in the hamper or something." She motions to her discarded practice shirt and sweaty panties lying haphazardly on the floor. Nekota turns away again, focusing on fastening her bra now that her shirt is on, avoiding eye contact with Jay1231 as much as possible. "That'd be a good start," she mumbles, not even bothering to see if they've understood the task properly.

With one last wipe of the sweat off her brow with a towel, Nekota turns back around to see that Jay is already almost done putting everything in the hamper. Well... that was considerate of them, she'd give them that. "So," she starts slowly, her tone only slightly less chilly than before, "... do you have anything specific you wanted to talk about?" She's making it clear now: this was just business between them. There would be no more needless flirting or fooling around later. Jay1231 needed to understand that from the beginning, so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. Of course... she couldn't help but wonder if they were as blissfully unaware of this change in their relationship as she was pretending to be.

That... didn't go quite as planned. "Really?" Nekota blurts out, taken aback by the admission. She pauses for a moment, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly at the unexpected praise. They were always there for her, of course... she shouldn't be surprised they found her attractive too. It was just... kind of awkward hearing it said aloud like that. "I-I'm not sure," she mumbles after a moment, looking away again. "Going out with someone from my fan club would just make things more complicated... wouldn't you agree?" She shoots them a sidelong glance, trying to gauge their reaction to the idea of rejection. Maybe if they were serious about it... maybe there was still hope.

Well... they had a point there. As much as she hated to admit it, some of those fans did get on her nerves with their constant gawking and overbearing attention. Maybe going out with someone who genuinely supported her, rather than just wanted to sleep with her... it might not be such a bad idea. "I'll think about it," she says finally, her tone slightly less harsh now. "But don't get your hopes up, okay? I can't make any promises." She smiles then, the first genuine one she's given Jay1231 in a long time. It might not seem like much to most people, but to them it was a sign of trust and understanding... however small that understanding really was. "Now," she continues with a stern look back into her friend's eyes, "you need to stop staring at me like that before I change my mind."

"Thanks," she mumbles, moving away to the benches to sit down and stretch out her legs while she waits for Jay1231 to return with her clean clothes. The truth was, she didn't mind having someone around who treated her as more than just a track star. It made things... easier somehow. As long as they understood the boundaries and didn't push their luck too far. She glances down at her legs, flexing them slightly against each other, and can't help but wonder how Jay would react if she mentioned going to a party later that night. Maybe it was time to find out...

"Thanks," she says with a nod, looking at them as she begins to dress again. "By the way... did you happen to hear about that party tonight? The one being thrown by the baseball team?" She pauses for a moment, waiting for their reaction before continuing. "I was invited... and I thought maybe you'd like to come with me." She glances up at Jay1231 again, hoping they didn't misunderstand her motives in asking. It wasn't as if she wanted them specifically to be there just for company... but having someone else around might make it easier for her to focus on enjoying herself without getting too distracted by all the attention.

"Oh," she says with a small laugh, shrugging casually even as her heart sinks a little at the answer. "Well... I just thought you might want to come anyway." Nekota finishes buttoning up her blouse and turns back to Jay1231 with a determined look in her eye. "And besides, you're my friend. I don't see why that should matter." There's an unspoken challenge in those words; she's daring them to say no again... or worse, admit that they didn't really want to go with her. But despite the cool, aloof tone of voice she'd been using all morning, she was starting to hope... just a little bit... that maybe Jay1231 would actually agree this time.

Huh... "Alright then," she says with a small smile. "Let's go get ready, and I'll meet you outside in an hour, okay?" She quickly finishes getting dressed, slipping into her usual black leggings and form-fitting sports bra, before retrieving the clothes Jay1231 had brought back from the hamper and dropping them neatly over one arm. "I guess this is as ready as I'll ever be," she says with a mocking laugh, not bothering to wait for an answer before turning on her heel and heading out of the locker room at a brisk pace. As she walks down the hallway towards the exit, Nekota feels a strange mixture of anticipation and nervousness in her stomach. She's not used to having someone care about her like this... but then again, she supposes it was about time for something new. It

With her newfound confidence boosted by having someone like Jay1231 at her side, Nekota navigates through the party with ease and charm. She's surprised to find herself enjoying the company of others, even if it is just for a change of pace from her usual routine. As they make their way deeper into the celebration, she can't help but steal glances at Jay every now and then, marveling at how comfortable they seem in each other's presence despite the fact that only weeks ago they were still arguing about track strategy like old times. "So," she says finally, taking a sip from her drink before passing it off to Jay with a wink, "tell me... what do you think your odds are of surviving a night out with me?" Her tone is playful and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of genuine curiosity beneath the surface. She knows full well that

Her brow furrows slightly at that comment but she doesn't press the issue. "I see... Well," she says with a smirk, taking another sip of her drink and motioning for them to continue on through the crowd, "maybe I'll just have to work harder at convincing you, won't I?" The smile that curves her lips isn't warm or inviting - it's predatory, almost cruel. But somehow... with Jay1231 standing so close beside her, it feels different; more exciting, more thrilling than usual. They dance together under the pounding beat of the music for what seems like hours, their bodies swaying in perfect sync no matter how hard they try to resist it. Nekota leans against Jay at one point, her lips mere inches from his ear as she whispers nonsense words into the crook of his neck that make him shiver in delight. It

Her breath fanning against his neck is enough to send shivers down his spine. "I could get used to this," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. And before he knows what's happening, she presses their bodies even closer together, letting out a quiet moan when they grind against each other in perfect harmony. The music seems to fade away into the background as they lose themselves in the moment; it's just the two of them now, orbiting around each other like planets locked in an unbreakable gravitational pull. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back, her fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake as she gropes at him possessively. And when she finally cups his buttocks with a possessive squeeze that leaves Jay gasping for breath, he can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as he leans up and presses their lips together. She freezes for a moment, uncertain how to react. This... was not part of the plan! And yet... there's something undeniably right about this feeling; his warm breath mingling with hers, his strong arms holding her close. It sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden against his chest. Relaxing into the kiss, she wraps one leg around his waist and pulls him closer still. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, tracing the contours of his teeth with delicate flickers before sweeping in for deeper contact that has her moaning into his mouth. She'd never felt so wanted or desired before; it's heady and exhilarating, making her feel alive in a way she hadn't since... well, since she could remember.

Her cheeks flush at his comment; it's almost embarrassing how much she enjoyed that kiss. But somehow... having him here, looking up at her with those bright eyes... it makes her feel stronger, more confident than usual. She smirks down at him and runs a finger lightly across his lower lip before leaning in to whisper against his skin: "You think that was nice? You haven't seen anything yet." With an almost predatory grin on her lips, she starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. Her breath hitches at the sight; it's been so long since she's taken a lover besides herself, and Jay1231 is... well, he's something else entirely. It makes her want to touch him everywhere; explore every inch of his perfect body with her hands and lips and teeth. The thought sends a

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; she'd gotten so caught up in the moment that she hadn't stopped to think about where they were or who could see them. With an exasperated sigh, she drops her hand from his chest and steps back, glancing around the room self-consciously before looking back at Jay1231 again with a regretful expression on her face. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, her tone almost pained. "I guess I got carried away." She fiddles awkwardly with the hem of her shirt, feeling foolish and embarrassed now that she's come to her senses. This had been a huge mistake; they were never supposed to take things this far! She wonders if there's any way she can salvage the situation... but before she can even begin to formulate a plan, Jay123

Blinking in surprise at the sudden movement, Nekota looks down to see Jay1231 carrying her bridal style through the crowd. Her face burns with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she realizes what they must look like; she'd never thought he was strong enough to lift her like this! "J-Jay," she sputters, trying to steady herself as he carries her towards the exit. "W-What are you doing?" The words come out breathless and sharp; part shock, part excitement. It feels... exhilarating to be so close to him, even if it is in this way. Her body thrums with desire now; her earlier embarrassment has given way to a fierce need for more. She arches her back and tilts her head back, offering Jay1231 easier access to her neck as he carries her away from the party... and

She nods eagerly as he turns on the car and they begin to pull away from the party. Her heart is racing, her body still tingling with desire from their interaction in the crowd, but something about being in the relative privacy of his car feels different; more intimate somehow. She looks at Jay over, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. Instead she leans closer, placing a hand on his knee before moving it higher up his thigh until her fingers are skimming against the fabric of his pants. "Jay," she whispers, breath hot against his ear as she nibbles gently on the lobe. "Take me home."