Paddle One stared at Ball, his eyes hungering with lust. He watched as Ball bounced on Paddle Two's lap, envious that Paddle Two was enjoying the feel of Ball's soft, round body. Paddle One began squirming with desire as Ball began to retreat from Paddle Two, and began moving up and down, ready to catch Ball. Ball seemed to move effortlessly towards him, seductively rolling its way. Paddle One began moving faster and faster, ready to receive Ball, trying to calculate the exact location where Ball would hit against him. Paddle One glanced at Paddle Two, smirking as Paddle Two seemed to move with furious envy. Paddle One turned his attention back to Ball. Ball was nearing closer and closer. Paddle One slowed down and picked his spot, ready to feel Ball's smooth, round curves on his hard surface. Paddle One stiffened in ecstasy as Ball finally made contact on his vertical stick. He needed to savor this moment. He needed to make Ball his own. Ball, seeming to sense this growing urge from Paddle One, began to withdraw teasingly. Paddle One cried out in despair at the loss of Ball's beautiful curves.
Ball had always been so fickle.