Chapter 1

Lucky and Paris walked into the gym for yet another day of gym. Lucky ready to see the teacher and to try to get her game back. Paris complaining all the way in. "I hate gym. I'd rather be working on the newspaper and the yearbook. And I hate these ugly ass uniforms we have to wear." Paris said looking at the white shorts and tank tops they had to wear.

Lucky laughed at her and grabbed a basketball. She went to the basket and tried to work on her free-throws. Paris didn't understand it. Last year Lucky had been the captain of the basketball team, MVP of the championship game, and she had set three school records. She was offensive and defensive player of the year and an All-American, the only junior that year to reach such an achievement. Now she was standing there watching her friend struggle to make the three-point shots and free-throws that used to come naturally. The teams first game was in three weeks and Lucky was way off her game. Everyone including the new basketball coach, who was also the gym teacher asked the same question. Why? What happened to the school's star basketball player.

Only Paris knew and she was sure that even Lucky hadn't figured it out yet. She had noticed how Lucky looked at the teacher and she knew what Lucky thought of him. Her mind went back to the conversation they had had before gym.

"I hope I get back on my game soon. Mr. Calloway will never be impressed if I can't even make a free throw." Lucky said with a frown.

"Well maybe he's your problem. Don't think of him when you shoot." Paris said. "No. I have thought plenty of guys were hot before and it never bothered my game before.' Lucky replied just saying she was having a bad start and it would all get better. Mr. Calloway walked into the gym and Lucky saw him, shooting the first air ball of her entire life.

"What the hell is wrong with you little girl?!?!!? Your coming in here after class and working on all of your damn shots until you get them right."

Mark walked in seeing the beautiful girl who was to be the captain of his basketball team. He had seen all of her tapes from last year and she was great. Maybe even the next woman basketball star. But this year their was just something going through her head.

Mark eyes went up her beautiful tans legs and went to her perfectly curved ass and up to those beautiful full breasts he had dreamed of every night since he had seen her. Shaking his head he saw her throw an air ball and his coach attitude kicked in. After yelling at her and telling her she had to stay after school he kicked himself for setting himself up to have to be here alone with her for who knows how long.

Mark knew it'd never work he was 39 and Lucky was 17, 18 in a month if what Paris had told him was true. Paris and Lucky went to their next class. "Lucky, do you want me to wait around for you?" "No I'll walk home it's only a few blocks away. Besides no telling how long this will take."

"Well if you run out of options just imagine him taking off an article of clothing every time you make a shot." Paris said with a smile, walking out the door after school. Lucky shivered, goose bumps arising on her whole body just at the thought.

Chapter 2

Lucky walked into the gym and grabbed a basketball. Mr. Callaway wasn't there yet so she thought she'd shoot a little before he came in. Paris has to be right, he has to be what is throwing me off my game.

Lucky shot a free-throw missing the whole basket when she thought of what Paris had told her. Lucky looked up imagining Mark standing under the basket ready to throw the ball back to her. She shot a free-throw and she made it!!! She looked up and saw him remove the tie he'd been wearing that day and she stepped back to the three-point line and took a shot. She made that one too and looked up to see him remove his shirt. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the beautiful tattoos that decorated his body. She anxiously shot another basket and he took off his belt. She moved up to the free-throw line again and shot one and looked up to see him standing there in his boxers. She licked her lips and made the last basket. She looked up waiting for him to remove the last article of clothing when she head her name being yelled from behind her. Mark was ready to send someone to tell Lucky to just work out for an hour and go home. Mark didn't know if he could handle being alone with his student and he couldnGÇÖt' take the chance of anything happening. Then he hit himself in the head why would a young, beautiful girl like her want an old man like me anyway. He decided to take his chances and went to the gym. He stood in the door-way and saw her making the shots one after another. He smiled now that's the girl I saw on the tapes. "Lucky!" Mark yelled. When she didn't reply he yelled a little louder finally getting her attention.

"That's enough you can go home." He said with a smile. Lucky ran to the locker room and changed into her jeans and tank top before running out the door and beginning the short walk home. Her car was in the shop, well one of them. The other her cousin, Jen borrowed to go job hunting and was supposed to bring it back but hadn't done it yet.

She was a block away from home when a pick-up pulled over beside her and the horn honked. Lucky froze. What was she supposed to do. It was dark outside and since it was a little town there was no one out but her.

Chapter 3

"Little girl what are you doing out by yourself this late at night?" She turned her head and she knew that voice anywhere. Mark was sitting in a F-150 with his head stuck out the window talking to her.

She walked over to the window and explained that her car was broke and her house was only a block away. "Get in and I'll take you the rest of the way. I know this is a little town but there are still a bunch of weirdoGÇÖs out."

She got into the truck and put on her seat belt. As they pulled up in front of her house she noticed his jaw fall open. It was two and a half stories and white. There was a security gate keeping out unwanted visitors. She put in the code and they entered the gate. Behind the tall walls he saw gardens full of roses of all different colors. There was a tennis court, a swimming pool and a guesthouse next to the gardens. As he pulled to a stop in front of the house he noticed the only light on was the one that lit the front porch.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked grabbing her wrist so she couldn't get out of the truck. "I'm an only child. My father is a record producer and my mother is some big executive at a corporation in New York City. They didn't want me to go to school in a big town so they moved and left me here. The maid is here in the mornings but goes home at night to take care of her children after school. She's like my mother now, her name is Maria. My parents only come home for big holidays like Christmas, Thanksgiving and sometimes New Years Eve." She said with a frown.

"You live in this big house by yourself?" he asked not releasing his hold. "Yes. But Paris stays a lot to keep me company and sometimes some other friends. Jen is staying here tonight." She said as he released his hold. She climbed out of the truck and started to walk up to the steps. She stopped halfway there and approached the drivers window where Mark was sitting.

"Thanks for the ride Mr. C," she said with a smile kissing him lightly on the cheek and running up the steps. "I can't believe I did that." Jaime said out loud hitting herself on the head. Mark sat in his truck remembering how it felt when she kissed him on the cheek and how beautiful she was especially when she smiled. He felt his jeans begin to tighten around him and the now unfamiliar burning in his crotch. He drove off thinking of what it would be like to make love to his young student. He also wondered in the back of his mind if she had boyfriends that spent the night too? He would have to find out. Maybe he'd actually have to spend time in the teacher's lounge tomorrow listening to all the gossip.

Chapter 4

Jaime waited up until 11:00 for Jen to show up with her other car. She finally went to sleep. When she woke up Jen still hadn't arrived so she called Paris to take her to school. Jaime walked to Paris' car wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top.

As Jaime got in the car Paris whistled. "Who are you out to impress?" she asked driving off. "No one shut up." Jaime said. "Oh and thanks for the advise it really helped my game." Jaime added smiling. What advise Paris thought as she drove to school.

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Mark had arrived at school, after a fun-filled dream involving him and Jaime, early so he could listen to all of the teachers chatting. He went to the teacher's lounge and sat down grading some Health papers.

"Mark, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Mrs. Johnson the English teacher asked sitting down next to the other teachers. "Nothing I'm just grading some tests. Don't mind me." The teachers began talking and then Principal Davis and Vice-Principal McMahon walked in sitting down behind Mark.

"Did you see Jaime this morning? Oh how I would love to offer that girl extra credit." McMahon said quietly. "Yeah. That girl looks good in anything I'm thinking of checking out a basketball practice so I can watch her run up and down the court." Davis added with a grin. Mark felt the blood begin to boil and he clenched his fists tightly. No one else is allowed to look at her that way, Mark thought. "Mrs. Johnson, you have Lucky in your home room right?" McMahon asked. "Yes I do. She's a very nice girl." "Very nice girl my ass. The way she looks she probably slept with the whole football and men's basketball team." Davis added laughing. "Actually I've never known her to have a boyfriend and she's a very nice girl. Just because she's beautiful doesn't make her a slut."

Mark couldn't take these two pigs talking about his Lucky like that anymore he got up and stormed out of the lounge. As he sat down at his desk he realized what Mrs. Johnson had said that she had never known Lucky to have a boyfriend. A smile crossed his face and he was overly joyed.

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Jaime walked into the gym wearing her basketball uniform ready for practice. As she walked in she noticed the Principal and Vice-Principal sitting at the score-keepers desk watching the girls practice. At first she didn't think anything of it and began running drills with all the girls until Mr. Callaway arrived for practice.

She stopped after one drill and noticed them staring at her. She felt like their eyes were burning through her and she turned around quickly. She went back to doing the drills with the other girls and could feel them watching her the whole time.

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Mark finally arrived late as always. When he walked in he noticed a look of fear on Lucky's face. He looked up and there sat the two pigs eyes locked on the beautiful girl.

"Mr. Callaway it's nice outside today and not to cold so can we go run drills out there?" Lucky had run up and asked him, clearly uncomfortable with the two old men. "Sure go ahead Lucky. Run four KU's and then come back in." The two old men followed her and Mark did the first thing he could think of to keep them away from Jaime while she practiced. He went and got a baseball bat and a couple of cans of spray paint.

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When everyone arrived back in the gym it had been damaged and Mark was nowhere to be found. The basketball goals were knocked down and words were spray-painted everywhere. The clock had been ruined as well as all the basketball flattened.

Mark showed up a few minutes later. Vice-Principal McMahon had told all the girls that they wouldn't be able to practice at all before their first game at Bishop Kelly. All the girls cheered except for Jaime. After everyone had left Lucky approached Mark.

"I'm not like all the other girls. I have to practice and be challenged before the game or I'll be worth nothing." "So find some place to practice and practice." "But I don't have anyone to challenge. Anyone that can beat me at the game." "OK fine I shouldn't do this but I'll practice with you until the first game. Ok? Just name the place and time." "Ok be at my house at 7:00. OK?" "I don't know...." He looked at the sad look on her face and couldn't tell her no. "OK I'll be there at 7 o'clock sharp." "Thank you Mr. Callaway."

She ran outside and got into Paris' car. Paris took her to get her Grand National from the shop and Lucky went home cooking some spaghetti and waiting for Mr. Callaway to show up. She just hoped that she could resist him through their practice sessions alone and all the close contact basketball meant.

Chapter 5

Lucky walked into the kitchen and got two bottles of water and put them in the refrigerator. She ran upstairs and took a shower changing into her practice clothes, a pair of shorts, a sports bra and her Nikes.

She heard the doorbell and ran down to get it.

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Mark put on his sweats and a tee shirt and got in his truck driving to the huge house he'd been at the day before. Why did he agree to be near her for a large amount of time? Why had he agreed practice with her? Basketball was a contact sport and if her kiss on the cheek did that to him what would a little one on one do?

He pulled his truck to a stop in front of the door. He rang the door bell and heard footsteps running down the stairs. Jaime opened the door wearing a sports bra and a pair of shorts.

"What are you wearing?" Mark asked, his eyes running over her body. Damn she doesn't look 17 Mark thought.

"Oh, sorry. I'm not used to practicing with my teachers. Most people don't mind. If ya want I can put on my uniform." Jaime said, thinking that he was repulsed for some reason by the way her body looked.

"No that's okay," Mark replied. "So where we gonna play at?" "Follow me," Jaime said.

She grabbed the bottles of water out of the fridge on her way through the kitchen and went down a flight of stairs to what should have been the basement. Instead of finding himself in a basement Mark found himself in a full-size basketball court, score board and bleachers included.

"Wow." Mark said. "Why didn't you just offer to have practice here?" "Because those girls don't care about basketball like I do and Mr. McMahon and Mr. Davis would probably show up eventually." Lucky said frowning.

Mark walked over and got a ball off the ball rack and had Lucky spot him. They practiced for about 45 minutes before Mark got hot. It wasn't all the basketball, it was seeing the sweat forming on Lucky's beautiful skin, it was beginning to make Mark hot. He decided that if she could play in a sports bra he could play with no shirt so he took it off.

When Mark took off his shirt Lucky's gaze went straight to the tattoos on his abdomen. She had never seen that one before. It said B.S.K. Pride. Lucky felt herself getting even hotter and was unsure of what was happening to her. He was so sexy, so muscular, so smart, so athletic. She could have continued on and on for hours but instead she hit herself mentally. He doesn't want you. Your just a little seventeen-year-old. He could have anyone he wanted why would he want some inexperienced kid. He wasn't here cause he wanted to be he was here cause he wanted to win the championship.

Mark saw Lucky pacing back in forth. It looked as if she was thinking but she was smiling. For a minute Mark could have sworn she was smiling at him. He quickly pushed that thought away. She was young and beautiful why would she want some old guy. She was probably repulsed by him. She probably thought of him as a pervert, like McMahon and Davis. The only reason she'd asked him here was because she wanted to win the championship.

Lucky grabbed her bottle of water and took a long drink. Mark stood close by watching as she sucked on the bottle, wishing she was sucking him like that. Suddenly Mark felt himself growing hard and imagining himself exploring her body and letting her explore his.

"um......" Mark choked out. "Do you have a bathroom around here somewhere?" he finally got out.

"Sure it's right over there." Lucky said pointing to a door. "I'm gonna go get another bottle of water and I have to call my cousin and find out what the hell she did with my truck." Lucky added.

Mark watched her walk up the steps and turned to go to bathroom, hoping he could be done by the time she came back and hoping it would be enough to last him through the rest of the night.

Chapter 6

Fifteen minutes later Mark walked out of the room and noticed that Lucky still wasn't back. He walked over and began shooting again waiting for her to return.

Lucky meanwhile was upstairs. She had called everywhere and her cousin was nowhere to be found. Just like Jen to take the truck and disappear. But she actually needed it now. She had just gotten a new computer and she needed the truck to go get it. There was no way she could fit it in the Grand National.

She thought about asking Mr. Callaway but it was the weekend and he wouldn't wanted to waste an hour of it with her. She ripped her ponytail holder out and walked down the stairs.

Mark looked up hearing footsteps, seeing Lucky appear looking sad as anyone he'd ever seen. For some reason it made his heart break. Her hair was now down, which was how he preferred it and some of it was sticking to the sweat that was running down her body.

"What's up?" he asked. "Oh nothing. My cousin has disappeared with my truck, no big deal. We're gonna practice tomorrow right?" she asked.

"Sure, how about ten." "Well how bout like one, after lunch cause I have to go get my new computer at ten and I have to hook it up and everything."

"How are you going to get it?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You can't fit it in your car can you?" "Probably not."

"I'll come at ten o'clock and I have a computer, we can hook it up and then practice." he said with a smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really." he replied approaching her. Mark reached down and brushed the hair away from her face, caressing her cheek. She was so beautiful.. They looked deep within each others eyes, both sets containing passion and love but neither was sure what they saw. Mark leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. They were so soft, he stuck his tongue out and traced it around them. They tasted like strawberries. He felt Jaime shiver and thinking it was out of fright he stepped away.

"I-I-I.."he stuttered. "I should go. I'll be here at ten o'clock tomorrow." he said going up the stairs.

Lucky stood there her hand held to her mouth, tracing her lips where his lips had just been. She had never felt such ecstasy. She hoped he did that again, so she could find out what his lips tasted like.

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