This is my first story. Feedback is welcome!
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My alarm went off at 9:00 am and I quickly jumped out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make myself breakfast--a toasted bagel with cream cheese, a banana, and a glass of orange juice. Although summer wasn't officially here yet, the heat made it feel about 80 degrees inside. When I finished breakfast, I went and took a shower. Looking in the mirror afterwards, I couldn't help but beam at myself. I looked particularly muscular today, despite my short 5'4" stature. My ebony skin glistened with water droplets. My muscles weren't huge, but they were very defined, giving me the appearance of looking big. I stepped out of the bathroom and put on my basketball uniform.
"TJ! Where's your game today," my mom asked from the other room.
"The Sports Arena. Like last time."
"Ok. I'll be there. Noon, right?"
"Yea," I yelled as I headed out the door.
Today was the spring season championship game of the basketball league my friends and I have joined. After three unsuccessful seasons, we were looking to finally get our championship title. Heading out to the basketball courts at the nearby park, I see my best friend Matt shooting around.
"AY!" I yelled to get his attention.
"MAN, SHUTUP!" He exclaimed back.
"You ready to get that fresh win today?"
"Hell yea I am! I can't wait to get that trophy!"
After an hour of shooting, we headed to The Sports Arena. The place was massive--it had an indoor soccer field/hockey arena, two basketball courts, an arcade, and a lounge/restaurant. Once we arrive, we see the rest of the team shooting around and we soon follow suit. Not long after, our opponents arrive and start shooting on the other side of the court. We get into our pre-game discussion and then our team huddle to pump ourselves up for the game.
As spectators start coming in, I start to mentally prepare myself for the game. I see everyone's parents and girlfriends walk in, and then I look over and see Izzy, the girl I've lusted after for a while now. Inside I turn to mush as she walked over to her seat. Izzy was about my height, 5'4", and was just beautiful in about every way. Her beautifully soft face and tanned skin shone in the light of the gym. She was mixed, half black and half white, and her complexion was gorgeous. Her sexy legs, toned from being on the dance team at the high school, were accented from al angles by her short shorts as she walked. She wore a tight tank top that showed off her tight 26B breasts profoundly. We exchanged a wave before I resumed my warm-up routine. I couldn't make a move on her because not only was she 16 and I 19, but Matt was her step-brother and her dad treats me as a son. He even refers to her as my sister. I kept shooting around but kept her in the back on my mind the whole time.
The game was a close one; we were down by 2 points with 5 seconds to go. Our plan was to isolate our best three point shooter and I was to give him the ball for a wide open 3-pointer. That's exactly what happened; however, when he shot the ball it was tipped. The ball flew through the air and hit the rim. It bounced twice and right as the buzzer went off, it went in! Our team and cheering section erupted and soon after, one by one, we received our trophies. I looked over to see if Izzy was still there and she was nowhere to be seen. I felt a little deflated, but still amazingly happy at the same time. As we leave the arena, I see her talking to everyone else with her back towards me. As we walked towards them, smiles laced across our faces, my eyes scanned her figure--from the top of her head, down her back, to her thin waist which then widened out to her hips. Then my eyes stopped on that flawlessly sculpted ass. It was my idea of perfect: round, tight, and matched the width of her hips.
"Hey guys! You played amazing," she said in her angelic voice as we walked up, "What's for lunch?"
As everyone was hungry, we decided to visit the local diner for lunch. Everyone talked and had a great time; I sat across from Izzy who sat with Matt's girlfriend, Allison, and our teammate Jimmy's girlfriend, Britney. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. At one point, it felt like we were staring into each other's eyes for an eternity, until I consciously made a joke to make everyone around us think I was messing around. I kept thinking about how much I wanted this girl--how I wanted to kiss her tenderly and hold her in my arms. Most of all, I kept thinking about making love to her--not in a dirty way, but in the most sensual way possible.
When we were ready to leave, I had a raging hard on so I had to take my mind elsewhere in a very short time; since I had on my basketball uniform, my erection would be pretty noticeable. I nonchalantly put my arm around Izzy's waist as we left, but she didn't move it so I calmly pulled her in closer. When we arrived at Matt's house, I walked up the street to my own house to shower and return later to enjoy the post-game discussion and mini after-party. The entire time, I kept looking over at Izzy, sometimes catching her stealing glances at me. After a while I decide to go get a soda from inside and to my surprise, Izzy was there. We were all alone and I had to fight every urged to pick her up and kiss her. She looked as sexy and divine as ever. I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra because although it wasn't cold, her nipples were noticeable through her light blue tank top.
"Hey!" She said with a smile.
"How's it going?" I replied.
"Good. I'm just getting a soda. But it seems like you want to copy me."
"Maybe I do copy you. What are you going to do about it? "
"I don't know. Maybe stare at you like you have been staring at me all day."
Although I knew I was caught, I played it cool, "You noticed that?"
