It's time to Slam, and Welcome to the Jam (Frost x Crusade)

June was a big month for Amy Greene -- she had just capped off her third year of her bachelor's in business program, managing to actually make the Dean's List after a grueling semester. One more year to go and an internship to land and she'd be absolutely golden.

And moreover, the NBA draft had been coming up for a while now. Not that it was that big of a deal for her -- she'd never been really into sports. But it was something that meant the world to her long-time boyfriend, Dashawn Jones.

She'd held a big party for him, a draft viewing party. Everyone knew he had it in him, knew that he'd go straight from college (having just graduated), having kicked ass all throughout his college career, and she'd been proud of him all the while.

The party had gone off without a hitch; there were snacks, friends, more than a few drinks, and more... recreational activities going on somewhere within the Greene family home, loaned to her by her parents for the party. They'd previously been mortified that their daughter was dating a black man, but his meteoric rise had been able to impress even the stoic Greene family.

Which meant that everyone had been there to see Dashawn get drafted in the top five.

The party was winding down, people drifting off into the ether of early morning. Amy sidled up to Dashawn where he was sitting on the couch, leaning down until her soft chest was pressed into his shoulders. "... hey," she whispered.

"Still got one present for you. Meet me in the bedroom." She pressed a brief kiss to the side of his neck, slipping off into the heart of the house mere moments later.

Dashawn Jones was used to the attention. From the moment he broke onto the scene in high school, he was heavily recruited. Being able to dunk a basketball since he was 11 and having the ball handling skills of a point guard despite his larger frame, it was clear he was going to be a star pretty early on. Although it took a while for his shot to come around, Dashawn pretty much was dominant since his sophomore year.

Every college imaginable recruited him, but Dashawn decided on UCLA. The campus was unbelievable and the program was rich in history. After a few standout years, it was finally time to make the big leap. Hopefully going along for the ride with him was his girlfriend, Amy. She'd been by his side all through college and he hoped she wouldn't mind having to relocate and uproot herself so he could live his dream.

When draft day came, Dashawn was finally going to be able to learn where he was going to end up. He had a big viewing party set up instead of actually attending the event, although he did let a camera crew in to capture his reaction after he was selected 3rd overall, going to the Orlando Magic.

It meant a cross country move and a whole new page in his life, but Dashawn was ready to take that next step with his girl. As the party died down and most visitors said their goodbyes, Dashawn was greeted by Amy, feeling her breasts press against his back, hearing her whisper.

He was definitely not opposed for a gift and his smile as he angled his head back told the story. Without saying a word, Dashawn lifted himself from the couch, wearing the Magic hat he'd been given along with an Orlando Magic t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He made the way to the bedroom and opened the door, eager to see what Amy had in store for him.