"Oh, you have a home game, I thought it was away..." She seemed disappointed.
"You don't have to come, you don't get that many nights off. I can pick you up after, or just call..."
"No, I'll come. I don't like watching basketball. I like watching you."
"What you like about me playing basketball and no one else?"
"You're like a little military man down there. They go exactly where you want them too."
"Little? I'm a foot taller than you." Actually, I was probably a little over a foot taller than her five foot two inches.
"No, not military--you're more like a director and it's your movie...on the good nights anyway. Your hissy fits are fun too, on the not so good nights." She laughed at herself.
"Well, you're no longer my good luck charm then."
"I don't wanna be."
"That kinda breaks my heart a little, Jordan."
"Why? I'm not responsible for a ball going through a hoop; and I hope I mean more than chance and aribitrary circumstance to you." She shifted in the bath to see my eyes.
"You've meant more to me than 'arbitary circumstance' since I first met you...whatever 'arbitrary circumstance' means." She remained with her necked craned, hands on the edge of the bathtub.
"You're the one that's about to graduate college. What sorts of things have they been teaching you at that 'excellent' university?" Her tone was mildly sarcastic, she liked to tease me about being the type of student/athlete who took pottery and poetry classes. Both types of classes I actually did take, but that's not the point. She knew I took my school work seriously. She might of been jealous too, she never went to college, and had only recently taken a few nursing classes at the local community college.
"I've learned that I can achieve my hopes and dreams if I work hard enough and that knowledge is power." She laughed hysterically at my amalgamation of the best Ad Council spots from the early Nineties. She settled her naked back against me in the now lukewarn bathwater.
"The thing about watching you play now is you know I'm watching, and you know I don't like basketball. When I was fifteen I watched every one of your home games and you never even made eye contact with me."
"There were a lot of people in the stands, plus you never mentioned that you went to any of them. It's not like we weren't friends and never spoke until the day I decided you were gonna be mine." She wiggled against me. I realized that I'd been continuously aroused for our entire bath conversation.
"I didn't want you to think I was a desperate sophmore automatic hand job and maybe more." I laughed, she elbowed me then continued, "Actually, at the time I was desperate for you and would've given you a hand job and maybe more..."
"I wish I knew that then, cuz I would've accepted the 'maybe more'." She pinched my forearm and covered her breasts.
"You chased me that summer, so don't go re-writing history." I remember looking for her on the last day of my senior year, couldn't find her to say goodbye. She appeared out of nowhere at a graduation party weeks later--petite, adorable, all smiles asking me a million questions. I asked her for her phone number at that party, but she wouldn't give it to me, and I told her I wanted to hang out with her and she said yes but wouldn't agree to a day. Which actually made me think about her more and develop a more than insignificant infatuation for her.
"God, I could write a book about wanting you...and getting you. I broke up with a sweet girl just for the idea of you." After no word of her for a few weeks I arranged to get invited to a friend of hers birthday party; she didn't show because she was out of town but got word of my program through said friend. She called me a few days later and said she'd go to the movies with me if I taught her how to drive. Which was fine with me, because it meant I'd get to see her all the time, which I did, and when she turned sixteen that August we were entirely together.
"Oh, you mean the last vagina before mine?"
"Yep, there've been no other vaginas since."
"Ahh, don't talk about it. I don't want to think of all the other ones... I've only been with you."
"I didn't bring it up. I'm just saying, yours is the best by far." I laughed until she elbowed me again.
"Maybe that's not a good thing. Think of all the sluts and not-so-slutty girls you could've been with since." She was pushing me away, something we were both doing more of. She was as frightened of my impending graduation as I was. She continued,
"You could be playing professionally, whether overseas or not, you'd be making a ton of money. They talk about which teams you might play for in the NBA on the radio."
"You listen to sports talk radio?"
"Quit it. I know you could of transferred to one of those colleges that get to the Final Four every year."
"We got to the Tournament last year. -I didn't know you were such a talent scout." She got up and out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel and stared at me lounging in the room temperature water.
"I don't want you to make decisions that you'll regret because of me, that's all." She looked genuinely sad, no more sarcastic quips.
"You don't have to either, you know. This isn't a one-sided deal we've got going here."
"I know, but it's different cuz your deal's a lot bigger than mine." I got out of the tub and began drying off, she just stood there.
"You're my deal, there hasn't been anything bigger since I was eighteen." She smiled then turned serious again. I started to dress, she didn't move.
"It just seems like we can't be as ideal for that much longer. You've been all mine since even before you got me all naked." She dropped her towel, her little breasts jutting out toward me, she wanted to make a point.
"These aren't going to get any bigger. I'm probably as pretty as I'll ever be, and I'm not as sexy as half those dancers that come out during the quarters..." Her strawberry blonde hair wasn't wet, her body was dry for the most part and her puss was hidden by the tiniest pelt. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I hugged her naked to me and inhaled her soap and skin and hair.
"J, you're sexier than any college girl in spandex doing splits on a gym floor. You're grown up and womanly and your boobs are perfect. Not to mention your other parts, and your working girl smart fashion sense." She kissed me, ran her tongue along my lips, I started to unbuckle my belt but she stopped me.
"We can't now, I have to pick up Leah. Wanna come with me? Later tonight we should have some time for round three...and four." She smiled, I said I'd go with her to pick up her baby sister.
I watched her get dressed and we left to pick Leah up. Leah was seven, she was like a sister to me seeing as I'd spent so much time with her since she was a baby. Her and Jordan's father wasn't around and her mother was clinically depressed for months at a time and it fell to Jordan to care for Leah. It wasn't like Jordan became her mother, as her mom was a good mom, it was just those periods of time where she was physically, emotionally etc. incapable of making sure Leah got what she needed. Leah was silly and seemed happy and spent alot of time at her best friend's house and at dance class.
Jordan took her to school every morning and I pretty much picked her up every day from school and took her to her babysitter's house. Which was tricky when I was traveling and Jordan had to work six in the morning to six at night. But our program had worked fairly well for years and it wasn't a hassle helping take care of Leah.
Leah ran out to the car when we pulled in the drive at about ten that Friday night. I opened the door on the passenger side and she jumped in and I transferred her to the middle seat of Jordan's pick-up.
"Hi, JJ, hi Yo-yo." She pretty much always called me 'Yo-yo', one of Jordan's past nick names for me that stuck with her. Jordan's nickname was JJ because her middle name was Jennifer, but Leah also called her Dannie among other less obvious names.
"Hey, Lee-lee La-la, how was Ashley's house?" She went on to tell her sister everything that occured in her life from when she got out of school to when we pulled in the driveway.
"Yo-yo, are we going to your game now?"
"No, we have a game tomorrow night, plus it's pretty late and you should be in bed." I introduced the subject of her bed time, because it was usually a lengthy process, many arguments to be made on both sides. Plus, the sooner she went to sleep the sooner I could re-enact the afternoon doubleheader I'd had with her sister.
"Noooooo! I should be watching movies all night with popcorn and candy and ice cream."
"Leah, I promise if you go to bed when we get home you can go to the game tomorrow night." She thought about her older sister's proposition for a minute.
"Ok." It was rare that she went to a night game, so she relaxed until we got home. When I say 'home', I mean Jordan's mother's house. I lived in an apartment near campus which I hardly ever saw. My parents lived less than twenty miles away, so if I wasn't staying at Jordan's I was home getting fed by my mother.
With a little more arguing, running and jumping on the bed we got Leah under her covers.
"Goodnight, Leah, we'll watch cartoons tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Yo-yo, I love you, I'ma marry you."
"Leah, you sneaky little witch, you can't marry him he belongs to me." The little girl stuck her tongue out at her sister, then let her kiss her goodnight.
