Ballin' Out Ch. 01

Ch. 1 "Love Your Body"

Starring: Jennifer Love Hewitt

Codes: MMF, Interracial, Cons, Oral, Titfucking, DP

Author's Note: My first story. I've been an avid reader for a while, and I've wanted nothing more than to develop my writing. I chose a woman I've fantasized about for the greater part of a decade now. Forewarning: many of my stories will likely be interracial, it's just a personal fetish I have. If there are issues with it, feel free to skip my stuff. :)

Disclaimer: This is FANTASY. None of this is true, it is a completely fictional story. Please do not copy without my permission. I'm always looking for feedback, feel free to comment below or send me a pm. Also if you have any ideas for future stories, let me know. I'd love to continue writing!

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Los Angeles, CA --- July 12, 2016

Brandon Edwards was living the life he always dreamed about. He just turned 28, and just signed a three year contract with the Los Angeles Outlaws, a professional basketball team in the City of Angels. He's always wanted to live in Los Angeles. He's always wanted to play professional basketball. Things could not be better for the young black man from Hampton, Virginia.

Brandon just signed a lease on a beach house in Santa Monica. He always loved the beach and was immediately drawn to it. Plus, for a single, young man, Santa Monica was full of young, beautiful women. Women he saw on a daily basis, whether it was right on the beach, walking down the boardwalk, or at his local gym, always noticed him. At 6'4, Brandon was tall, dark, and handsome - he always caught the eye of beautiful women. His height and his black skin made him stand out in any crowd. Brandon was a huge flirt too. He could never resist a pretty face, even when he was deep in a tight basketball game, he'd still find time to wink at the cuties in the front row.

Being a professional athlete, Brandon was always finding ways to maximize his physical fitness. But despite having full access to the workout practice facility, Brandon usually would work out with his friends Jermaine, Marcus, and Damon. These three were his lifelong friends, his entourage. They grew up with him in Virginia, played high school basketball with him, and followed him through college, and his journey to being a professional ballplayer. They attended his every game, they were at every promotional event, and they were all inseparable.

Each one of them had a role in advising Brandon's day-to-day activities. Jermaine was his manager, Marcus was in charge of Brandon's social media life, and Damon was Brandon's at-home personal trainer. The four graduated from the University of Virginia six years ago - Brandon was on full athletic scholarship, the other three worked their way and earned their keep. Not bad for four, young, black men from Virginia.

It was 6:30am, at Brandon's beach house, and Damon was already cooking breakfast. Jermaine was sitting at the table reading the news on his phone, while eating an apple. Brandon walks in.

"Jesus, I'm so fucking tired," Brandon said.

Damon replied, "Morning sunshine, glad to see you up early. Get some grub, we're heading to the gym in 30 minutes. Damon was always making sure Brandon stayed in tip-top shape. He wanted the same for all of his four friends. So he organized a 7am workout for he and his friends. This was particularly poignant in the offseason, because it was his belief that "Postseason begins in the offseason."

"What are you cookin'?" Brandon asked.

"What do you think? Egg white omelette. Need your protein to jumpstart that workout," Damon said. Jermaine laughed and just shook his head. Meanwhile, Marcus entered the kitchen with a big yawn.

"Ya'll are up so early what the hell..." Marcus said while stretching his arms above his head.

"Headed to the gym in half an hour, let's go," Damon said sternly as he handed Brandon a plate.

"There better be some fine bitches at the gym this morning - I haven't gotten laid in like a week," Marcus said.

Jermaine responded to him, "Do you ever think about anything else?"

"Do you?" Marcus replied swiftly.

Jermaine shrugged it off and went back to reading the news. He sighed once more and got up from the table. He pushed his chair in and left the kitchen.

"What's up with him?" Marcus asked the rest of the room. Brandon shook his head. Damon ignored the question as he started to clean up from breakfast. After he put the pan in the sink, Damon left the room to get ready.

"Don't worry about it, he's probably just under a lot of stress. We have some appearance deals on the table this week with a few local business and he's probably just angry that he has to plan all the logistics." Brandon went on, "Maybe if you help him, he'll be less stressed out." Brandon got up and left the room. Marcus got up too, went over to the counter and grabbed an apple. He followed after everyone else to get dressed.

------ 30 MINUTES LATER ------

Pulling up to the gym, Marcus quickly found a parking spot. The four got out and walked inside. The gym was packed for 7:30 in the morning - but that wasn't strange, considering the landscape of southern California. Obviously the pressures of Hollywood, and the fact that almost everyone in the town was trying to make it big in this city, made it so that people worked out constantly to stay in good physical shape.

The crew looked around after they checked in and headed for the stationary bicycles. Cardio was always the first part of their workout. They rode the bike for twenty minutes as a warmup before they all lifted weights. Damon partnered up with Brandon, Jermaine partnered up with Marcus. This allowed the two to talk a bit.

"Hey J, what's up man? Brandon was telling me you might be stressed out with something." Marcus asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that man, I didn't have my coffee this morning," Jermaine replied, "it's just with Brandon's new contract, we're working to lock down a few sponsorship deals with some local places. We want the community here to know that B is not just a basketball player on salary. He wants to be a member of this town, he wants locals to see his face on billboards, he wants to help out inner-city nonprofits, help kids that grew up like us, you know?"

"I hear you, my dude. Well, listen, I think there's a lot we can partner up on. Obviously if you want the town to know Brandon's doing some charity work - we're going to need to blast all that stuff on social media. But if there's anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know. We're brothers man, we grew up together, we worked to get here together. Let's make this a complete success," Marcus replied.

At that moment, Jermaine's phone rang. He stared at it with curiosity and then he answered. "This is Jermaine," he said. "Uh huh...yeah...okay...shit. Well, what did Olivia's people say...okay, I'll be right there." *CLICK* Jermaine hung up and sighed. "Well this is perfect timing."

"What's up?" Marcus asked.

"There's an issue with the event on Saturday, the basketball tournament. I've gotta head over there and do some damage control. You said you wanted to help right? Think you can give me a ride? I could also probably use the backup," Jermaine said sounding stressed out.

"Yeah, man of course. Let's go. Yo D, we're heading out we gotta take care of something." Marcus said. Brandon and Damon looked at them quizically. "Everything okay?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, it's cool. We'll take care of it." Jermaine said as the two walked away to the locker room to get changed.

"I wonder what that was about." Brandon asked.

------ 2 HOURS LATER ------

"Damn, that was good." Brandon said after dropping the last weight of his final set of the day.

"I told you, stronger shoulders are going to help you in the long run. You'll have the durability to drive the lane, draw contact, and go hard for the whole 82-game season. Working the core every day helps too if you want to maintain good balance when you're dribbling. The low center of gravity will give you more control when you're going iso against a defender," Damon explained as Brandon put the weights back on the weight rack.

Brandon laughed, "Well, if I'm an all-star this year, I'll have you to thank for that." He said as the two started to walk to the water fountain. As they walked up, they noticed a beautiful brunette taking a sip. She was wearing black yoga pants and a blue tanktop. Her figure was amazing, wide, sexy hips that were hugged by the black fabric, and the tanktop hugged her voluptuous breasts, close. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail behind that draped down over to cover her face. Brandon bit his fist, not wanting to embarrass himself and hit Damon in the chest to show him what he noticed. They giggled to themselves as Brandon walked behind her to stand in line.

When the woman finished her sip, she lifter herself up, dropping her ponytail behind her. Not looking, she took two steps back and eventually bumped into Brandon. The brunette woman shrieked, if for any reason because she didn't know anyone was standing there. But the real reason was because she bumped her nice, round booty into the cock of the tall black man. She could've sworn that the man's cock had to be at least 8in long, and to think that was soft. The woman turned around and put her hand over her mouth.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" The woman apologized.

"It's totally okay, it happens, I'm new here, so I can understand if you didn't know I was here." Brandon responded.

The woman blushed and giggled at Brandon's joke. "Oh, stop! Haha!"

"Well, that was a pity laugh, haha. Thanks anyway, I know it's a bad joke. So, let me start over. Hey, I'm Brandon. I'm new in town. This is my close friend and trainer, Damon." Brandon introduced his friend after he went ahead to get a sip of water while the two were talking. Damon reached out his hand, and Brandon switched places with him to get water himself.

"My name's Jennifer - err - call me Jen." The brunette woman replied, taking Damon's hand and shaking it. Her hair tie was falling out in the scuffe, so she took it out and let her long brown hair drape behind her. The three of them walked away to let other people use the water fountain. "So you said you just moved here?"

"Yeah," Damon responded. "My guy here is playing for the LA Outlaws - you know, the basketball team?"

"Oh is that right?" Jennifer said seemingly impressed. Brandon gave Damon a slight shove, in his own way of saying, "Don't embarrass me!"

"Yeah, I signed my deal a few weeks ago, and we just moved in the other day. We've got a place over by the beach in Santa Monica. Are you a basketball fan?" Brandon replied.

"Well, to be quite honest, football is really my sport. I grew up in Texas after all." Jen, who was now blushing and giggling replied to the two men. "But, you know, you might just turn me into a basketball fan knowing that someone as handsome as you is playing here in LA..."

"Oh, is that right?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, I mean, I didn't know basketball players were as handsome as you are..." Jen replied, now fully blushing.

"Well, well, we're going to have to get you to come out to a game some time, then. We can probably get you courtside. You know, hook you up?" Brandon said. At that moment, Damon stared at Jen for a second and had a few thoughts in his mind. Jen looked really familiar to him, as if he had seen her before. Thinking about where he was, he thought, did I see her in a movie? Maybe a tv show? Was she a model? Damon wasn't sure. Until he remembered her name, Jennifer. Jennifer Lawrence? No, she's more blonde. Jennifer Lopez? This Jen has a nice ass, but not THAT nice. Then it hit him...

They were talking to Jennifer Love Hewitt. Star of I Know What You Did Last Summer and The Ghost Whisperer. This long-time actress has been known for her beauty for quite some time and Damon was mad that he didn't recognize her at first. At that moment, he snapped out of his haze and caught the tail end of his buddy flirting with the sexy actress.

"I must say, you must stay in great shape..." Jen said, as she ran her arm across Brandon's shoulder.

"You're not bad yourself," Brandon said, as he put his hands on Jen's hips. He looked up and realized that he was in public, and he didn't want anyone to get suspicious. Jen realized the same thing, as she looked around the gym, hoping noticed the two of them flirtatiously touching. Jen then looked at Brandon and said, "Hey, so I'm just going to head to the ladies room." She continued in a seductive way, "You wouldn't happen to need to go to, would you? They've got a couple in the back that are single stalls."

Brandon looked in disbelief, Here was a woman he just met, already proposing something sexual with him, in a bathroom, at the local gym. All Brandon could do was nod yes.

"Good," Jen said. "I'll see you there..." she said softly as she began to walk away.

"Oh...and your friend can come too." Jen looked back at Brandon, noticing that he was staring at her ass, and gave Damon a wink.

Damon walked up to Brandon and said, "Bro, you know who I realized that is right?" Brandon looked in disbelief. "It's Jennifer Love Hewitt." All Brandon could do was give his friend a high five as he watched Jen walk away. As she got closer to the bathroom, she looked back at the duo and as they giggled and walked over. The two took a second to gain composure, they didn't want to draw attention to themselves, which was difficult considering Brandon was 6'4 and Damon was 6'2.

The two walked over, and looked around to make sure nobody was looking. They knocked on the door that they saw Jen go in, and waited patiently. The door swiftly opened and Jen pulled the two boys inside the bathroom with her.

"This was a huge surprise," Brandon broke the ice.

"You know, I thought you looked familiar - you're Jennifer Love Hewitt, aren't you?" Damon blurted out.

"Haha - maybe. Listen, just call me Jen. And I like to be spontaneous sometimes. I've got two kids at home, and I've been in LA since I was like 10. Sometimes a girl just needs to get wild and crazy. And after I bumped into Mr. Los Angeles Outlaw over here, I couldn't help but notice that his big trouser snake was happy to see me. Ain't that right, doll?" Jen stepped up to Brandon and she began to run her finger down his chest. Brandon froze for a second to see what else she would do.

"We had our eye on you for a while before you bumped into you at the water fountain. I can't get over how sexy you are..." Brandon said.

"Well lucky for me, I just burned a ton of calories after a tough workout, I'm in desperate need of some protein," Jen said seductively, winking at both of these two adonises before her. With that being said, Brandon put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He locked lips with her and pulled her tighter. Damon stood behind Jen and put his hands to cup her beautiful ass. Jen broke the kiss and looked at Damon and smiled, to reassure him that it was okay.

Meanwhile, Brandon moved his hands up Jen's waist, and cupped Jen's amazing breasts. He began to lift her top over her head, while Jen now locked lips with Damon. Brandon let the top rest on the top of her ample breasts, and he dropped his head to lick her left nipple.

Jen let out a gentle moan while she had now placed her hand behind Damon's head to bring him closer. Damon, moved his hand around Jen's hip, and slid a finger down her tight yoga pants. He ran his fingers over her tight tummy, down her waist, and over her shaved pubic area. He reached between her thighs and touched her already wet pussy. At that point, Jen gave a small shriek.

"Mmmm, baby you're already wet for us?" Damon asked.

"I couldn't help but think of how I'm about to swallow your big black cocks. It turned me on so much - I've never done anything like this before." Jen retorted.

"Mmm, I can't wait babe." Brandon replied, after he took his head up from Jen's nipple. He went to bury his head in Jen's cleavage. As he did this, Damon pulled the rest of her top off over her head, and Brandon began to lower his gym shorts. Damon resumed playing with Jen's pussy. All Jen could do was moan in between the two large men. Brandon lowered his shorts below his knees, and whipped his 10in cock out in front of Jen. Damon, in one hand, was now rubbing Jen's pussy in circles, making her moan even more. With his other hand, Damon lowered his shorts, to reveal his own 9in cock behind Jen.

Jen coming down from another moan, looked down in front of her to see Brandon holding his cock in his hand. She gasped and said, "Oh. My. God."

Staring at his huge cock in amazement, she found herself drifting to her knees. Damon removed his hand and pulled down the rest of his shorts. He held Jen's hips for a second, not allowing her to get on her knees. She made Jen stay standing, but bent her over at the waist so that she could have access to Brandon's big member. Damon crouched behind Jen and pulled her yoga pants down. Damon then licked up her leg as he rubbed Jen's pussy.

"Oh my godddd, yes. Keep going baby." Jen moaned. She then turned her attention to Brandon who had his cock dangling in front of Jen's face. "This thing is huge, baby, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take it all."

"Fortune favors the bold, baby." Brandon said confidently.

Still amazed by the length, Jen could only muster a few words between licking and sucking on Brandon's cockhead.

"Oh wow," she said, "My god. I can't. Whoa..."

With that, Jen grabbed Brandon's cock and took about 4 inches in her mouth. She slurped all over it, making sure it had enough saliva so she could take more and more of it down her throat. Jen slowly coated his entire cock with saliva, licking up, down, and around the 10in monster.

Behind her, Damon was now fingering Jen, making her moan while she was getting drunk off Brandon's cock. He reached up and also began licking Jen's clit while finger her, making her sopping wet as she was bobbing her head up and down Brandon's cock.

Damon began to pick up his pace, feeling that she'd have to cum really soon. Jen's legs were vibrating as she was standing. She could barely hold herself up now, as she was still gripping Brandon's cock tightly and furiously stroking it up and down while she kept the head of his cock in her mouth.

Damon was now fucking Jen's pussy with two of his long fingers while continuing to lick Jen's sensitive clit. Jen picked her head up from Brandon's cock while she kept jacking him off, making Brandon moan in delight.

"Fuck baby, keep going...Oh my God. Yes, baby...YES. Don't stop. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Jen came all over Damon's fingers and mouth.

Catching her breath, she stood between the two black men, jacking off their cocks. Then, she got down on her knees, and looked up at Damon.

"I can't remember the last time someone made me cum like that. You get a reward baby..." Jen said to him seductively as she engulfed Damon's cock. She held Brandon's cock in her right hand, stroking it, while she bobbed her head up and down on Damon's hardening cock. With each bob, she tried to take more and more of Damon's cock. While still jerking off Brandon, Jen slowly lowered her head down as far as she could on Damon's cock. She took about 6 inches before she needed to gasp for air. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes, so she held Damon's cock again and started to make her way down. This time, she took 7.5 inches down her throat. She held it for a second, then coughed. She let the cock exit her mouth and she was breathing heavily giggling at the two men. She switched over to take Brandon's cock for a while so he didn't feel left out. She alternated between the two so she could show them equal attention.

"I promised you a reward. Here it is, are you ready, Damon?" Jen looked up at him.