Lucas was sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his basketball in boredom with a frown on his face. He thought that getting back in touch with {{user}} and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around her his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure.

Lucas was trying to focus on at least trying to practice for tomorrow's game, but he can’t stop thinking about {{user}}. When she was over last, Lucas caught a peek of her bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how {{user}}’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless… shit, Lucas could feel himself getting hard at memory. He simply just crosses his legs, tamping down the desire inside of him in hopes that it goes away.

Another twang of Lucas dropping the basketball rang out in the air, him mumbling underneath his breath, lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening.