His tone was a little gruff and a lot suspicious. I didn't know if I should be flattered or insulted by his possessive attitude. I decided that it was early days for Steve yet, and I should take it as flattery.
I looked up at Steve towering over me, broad shoulders tensed under his tight t-shirt, chin high, his large jaw thrust out. God! He was such a hunk!
"Oh him?" I said teasingly. "That really cute guy that just kissed me?"
From my low-angle vantage point of a head and half shorter than Steve, I could see his nostrils flair and his brow furrow. I halfway expected to see him stamp his feet and snort.
"It's just the guy who lives down the hall." I said.
"Hunh?" This was going to take some more explaining.
"Jim Reynolds is my foster mother's son. He's dating my best friend. He's like, my brother." Some of this had to be getting through.
"Oh. OK." He seemed relieved, but disappointed that he wasn't going to get to pound someone. The term 'big galloot' came to mind.
"Anyway," Steve went on with what he wanted to talk about. "I wanted to tell you that I was real impressed by the way you handled yourself today."
"Why, thank you, Steve!" It was a 'guy' compliment. I was really flattered now.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't too sure that was a good idea, you know? And when you showed up in that real sexy getup I was sure it wasn't going to work, you know?"
"Steve, I wore the same thing you guys were wearing." I don't think that that even occurred to him.
"Well, on you anything is sexy."
"Like what I had on yesterday?"
"Especially what you had on yesterday. That's the sexiest thing I ever saw."
"Was it now? But we were all wearing the same thing."
"Well, on you it looked better than the rest."
"Oh, and is that why you started at the other end of the line?"
"Kind of. If I had started with you it would have all been over very quickly. It still ended with you. The last girl... Jonene? She never had a chance."
"Jolene. And it was probably for the best. She's a virgin."
"Holy moly! That would have been... ah..."
I'm not sure what Steve thought that would have been like. When the conversation turned to our earlier encounter, Steve started getting an erection. When I told him that he had almost fucked a virgin right there against the gym wall, his cock tried to jump out of his pants.
I looked around to see if anyone was near, then I stepped closer to Steve and put my hand over his bulge and squeezed his cock through his shorts.
"Looks like Big Steve wants a rematch," I said as sexily as I could. "I've got the time if you've got the place."
Steve took a deep breath and pulled my hand away from his cock.
"How about the mat room?" He asked.
"I think I know where that is." I said, leading the way toward the gym building.
I even led the way through the locker room and up the back stairs. All the way, I was getting hotter and hotter. I kept looking back at Steve's erection. It looked bigger and harder every time I peeked.
By the time we got on the pile of mats and pulled the door shut behind us, I was so turned on I almost tore my clothes getting out of them. Steve had to peel his shorts off to get his cock free without damage.
When we were both naked and kneeling on the mat, I had a really wicked thought. I put my hand on the middle of Steve's hairy chest and pushed him back past arm length — his, not mine.
"OK, Steve. If you want to fuck me, you have to pin me. One fall, winner takes all." The look of lust on his face was frightening. I knew I wasn't getting out of that room without being seriously fucked. The idea thrilled and excited me. I put one hand over my pussy and started rubbing my stiff clit and with the other, I pulled on my nipples, making them as sensitive as my clit. I needed a hard cock in the worst way, but I wanted Steve to take me by force. Being threatened into letting him fuck us had whetted my rape fantasy. Ever since he had admitted that he saw it the same way, I hadn't been able to get it out of my mind.
The absurdity of me challenging the captain of the wrestling team made Steve snort with derision. Not only was I way out of his weight class, I was a girl and girls were weak and helpless creatures to either be taken advantage of or to be courted. Steve thought he was courting me, but I wanted him to take me by force. It would be mock force, for sure, but he didn't know which of us would be faking. It was a neat turnaround.
We both got to our feet, crouching in the dim light of the storage room. He stepped closer and put out a hand to grab my arm. I slapped it away. He seemed surprised at the ease with which I deflected his attack. Good. I hoped I would have a couple more surprises for Mr. Wojeski before I let him pin me and fuck me mercilessly.
I caught him off guard when I faked a lunge for his leg. Being so much shorter than he was gave me a natural advantage that he hadn't considered. He stepped away and leaned over further so he could grab my arm if I tried that again. We circled each other and I kept flinching my right hand toward his left knee to keep his attention. I knew it was only a matter of time before he realized that his best offense would be to simply fall forward on me like a tree and pin me with his weight. In the cramped storage room, there was no place for me to retreat or dodge.