25 Incoming Waves

Stiles shot a bunch of his thick, creamy cum all over Allison's sexy body, quite a few times. He eventually was sending her back home after letting her take a shower in his bathroom, though.

The crucial thing he needed to do was done, and she had agreed to be his girlfriend or, as they say, his mistress... She had accepted whatever this was.

Allison had no dating experience and was head over heels for Stiles. She couldn't turn him down and risk not being close to him in this new town she had just moved to.

Stiles had everything going his way thanks to his powerful love hormones.

"When will I see you?" Allison leaned in for a kiss as she asked him at the front door, her arms wrapped around his neck, completely smitten.

"We live right next door to each other." Stiles grinned. "You're not going to let me go already?"

Allison lived next door to the right of the Cohens, while the Coopers lived to the left. From where he was standing right now, looking at the street from the house, the house's positions were flipped in terms of direction.

"We were supposed to hang out all day." Allison replied with a scowl, explaining.

She was acting sassy and adorable.

"I had to rethink. That's not a good idea right now." Stiles answered, "... Don't worry, I'll give you a call."

"All right." Allison reluctantly parted ways with him, remembering not to let her parents smell soap on her when she returns. "Don't you forget."

"I won't. I can't get you out of my head after what we did." Stiles smiled and said bye to her.

Allison blushed, remembering all the naughty things they did on the bed, which was wet from her squirting.

Once she departed and stepped inside her house, Stiles breathed out and made his way back indoors. He had a ton of phone calls to make and babes to meet up with.

As soon as he discovered that his sperm had some serious healing and rejuvenating powers, he knew he had to be careful, even though he wanted to seize the day and have sex with all of California's women at once.

Now that he was a werewolf, he had to reassess some things, including his plan to ball in the NBA. It's not like he couldn't accomplish anything if he put in the effort, but he just didn't want his life to be a constant struggle.

He just wanted to kick back with a grin and have a good time.

He was on his way to becoming a full-fledged resident of Newport soon, one of the most pleasant beach towns in California. There was no need to complicate things with unnecessary hassle.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in America, in Washington.

Michael Jordan was relaxing at his home in Washington with some NBA representatives who were also longtime friends. He was supposed to move out in a few days and was now on his way to a golf course with them.

He had finally retired, this time for good, and was taking it easy.

One of the execs from a franchise he used to compete against was also a former NBA player. He asked him, "You headed back to Chi-town for good after this, Mike?"

The guy who was asking him was sent by David Stern, the NBA commissioner. Mike had no clue why he was here, but he was always stoked to see him.

There were only a few dudes that Mike was ever excited to catch up with and chill. The latest good friend he had made was that Lakers kid, Kobe Bryant, who's been having some beef with his teammate Shaquille O'Neal lately.

"That's the plan, Magic." Mike responded to Magic Johnson. "How's Larry been doing? Been in touch?"

"That guy doesn't want to leave Indiana anymore, you know him. He's not cut out for the lifestyle." Magic stated.

"Your lifestyle…" Mike chuckled as he drove with a cigar in his mouth, holding it with one hand while the other gripped the wheel.

"I'm done with all of that." Magic chuckled, "I didn't come to see you to chat about chicks anyway. If that was my intent, I would have gone and talked to big Wilt... Rest in peace to him…"

"..." Mike was quiet for a moment, but he was still at ease. "Why are you here, Magic?" he inquired. "You're like Chuck when it comes to golf."

"I can totally play, but it's just not my jam like it is for him." Magic stated, "I'm actually here to ask you something important. The NBA has plans to expand again. Looks like you're in on those plans…"

"What kinds of plans?" When Mike asked, he was finally parking in front of the golf course. "I'm just some old retired man now."

Magic chuckled at his response and reassured him, "No need to fret, they're not asking you to suit up again. That boy LeBron James is solid for branding moving forward, even if he can't be the GOAT."

"Is he?" Mike asked curiously. "I'm not too thrilled about going to the gym and losing weight all over again. My legs are starting to feel heavy."

"Sounds like you're saying the competition isn't worth the effort, huh?" Magic knew his friend well. He teased and laughed, saying, "Anyway, that's not the point. You got to come back as a GM this time and eventually own your own team. David doesn't want you to be lazy because your face has always been box office… Haha…"

"GM?" Mike didn't laugh it off, he was astounded. After a brief moment of thought, he asked with interest, "What are the expansions teams?"

"You're actually considering this?" Magic was surprised.

"Why not." Mike was always interested in Basketball, so owning a team felt like the natural next step to him.

"You NBA people are all weirdos." Magic said, not letting Mike know he was a little jealous and had his own plans to buy Lakers team stock in the future. "The expansion teams will be based in San Diego and Newport Beach. They wanted to go with Nevada, but they know players won't train in Vegas..."

"Vegas?" Mike was astounded again when he heard. "Those old guys are getting cocky..." He'd train there, though... It wouldn't make a difference to him.

He simply felt that the new crop of upcoming NBA players was lacking. They were soft as fuck.

People were getting a little too comfortable in his own time, indulging in some white powder in the 80s.

Cocaine was Placebo.

But once Mike showed off his skills as the unstoppable scoring champion every night, dunking on every weak opponent out there, they had to get back to serious training or risk being posterized under his dominance every morning.

Newspapers couldn't wait to see it and report on it. They were all too happy to do so.

He was the GOAT in terms of skills before even winning his first championship.

Apart from the Lakers, Celtics, and Pistons, too many guys were immortalized beneath his ballsack in the 1980s; the 1990s were a better era for him because he liked competition.

"What's your choice? San Diego or Newport Beach?" Magic asked with great curiosity.

"... I think I'll go with Newport," Mike thought for a moment before saying, "but give me a day to think about it and talk with my wife."

Although he felt he would enjoy the peaceful lifestyle, San Diego was perhaps a little too calm for him.

However, in his opinion, it was the best city in California.

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Back in Newport.

Stiles was watching the NBA channel, waiting for the 2003 NBA Draft to begin.

He was taken aback when he learned that the NBA might expand next season. This year's draft wasn't going to be affected because the league's two new teams would only have the opportunity to sign free agents from all over the world initially.

If they didn't recruit well, they'd struggle and stink for a few years.

"San Diego Scorpions? Orange County Waves?" Stiles was listening to the NBA journalists talking about the new teams that would be added to the NBA right from the start of the next season after LeBron draft, during his rookie year.

Even though it was already considered the strongest, the West Coast side of the NBA was expanding and becoming stronger again.

Now the entire Orange County would have its own team—which was going to be based in Newport.

Orange County Waves…

Stiles listened to the TV show and cringed for a moment when he heard the other names that the team's owner preferred. He wanted to call the team the Stingrays, but settled on Waves. It would have felt like the Pelicans if he had done it, but he didn't.

Fortunately.

When Stiles heard the owner's name, he didn't think much of it at first. But then he was totally blown away when he saw the picture and remembered the name.

He was so freaked out that he jumped out of his seat!

The main owner of the team was Caleb Nichols—Kirsten's dad!

He was actually so damn fucking wealthy!

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A/N: I chose an NBA expansion because I don't want the Seattle Supersonics/OKC team to go away, it's too complicated and stuff...

Also, ChatGPT suggested the name of the Newport team; I didn't know what the best name would be, so I just went with it.

I don't use it to write fic because the policies against foul, sexual language are too troublesome. But it can be useful for other things at times.

Stiles will not play, but he will be in the NBA background, as I previously told. If you have any favorite players you want to see play well or better, just let me know because Stiles could be a scout, coach, personal trainer, diet manager, or something else.

Remember that we are now in the 2000s, so the players you think of and mention should be from that time period. Suggestions for European players are especially welcome.

I know Shaq was getting fat during the offseasons and was clashing with Kobe about a variety of issues, so he's one trade option for later...

For this aspect of the fic to be interesting, we also need a local rivalry with the LA Lakers.

I don't speak for Stiles 99.9% of the time, and his ideas aren't always mine. But I believe I've made it obvious that Kobe is my favorite player of all time. That said, I am not prejudiced.

I don't have narrow-minded bias.

In this fic, as long as I enjoy writing it, anything goes. Let me know what you think.