Back when I was still in high school there was this girl who lived around the corner from me. I had only ever been with white women before so I was drawn by her mysterious mocha coloured skin. It also did not hurt her case that she had a great body. Very thick thighs and ass, a matching set of DD's, she was right up there as one of the hottest girl's at my school.
Being her neighbour I figured I had a natural in, so one day I ventured over to her house. I knocked on the door and she answered:
"Hi Jimmy, what's up?"
"Not much, beautiful day."
"Yea it is super warm out, I hate the winters here, it's great when the season's change."
"I was hoping to enjoy the sun a little." I said, "but all my friends say they are busy, you wouldn't be up for playing a little one-on-one would you?"
"Sure but I wont be much competition, I suck at basketball. I am just over five foot and you are what? Six foot something, not to mention you play for the school team."
"So when you beat me, you will get major bragging rights? Come on it is just a fun game anyways." I argued.
"Ya I guess that is cool, I am not really in sporting clothing though, come in and have a drink while I run upstairs to get changed."
I accepted her invitation, and followed her in the door to her kitchen at the back of the house. She opened a cupboard above the sink to grab me a glass. She then moved to the fridge, retrieving a large jug of lemonade.
"This is good?" She asked.
I nodded and she poured the glass. She then led me back to the living room we had already passed through and told me to take a seat. I quickly found a comfy looking chair in which to sit. She handed me the glass as I sat back.
"I'll only be a minute or two to get ready." She told me.
With that she scurried upstairs to her room.
The neighbourhood was several years old, and I guess most of the houses were constructed at around the same time. There were subtle differences, but her living room looked almost the same as mine, making it easy for me to get comfortable.
True to her word, a couple minutes later she descended the stairs. She had decided to wear a very short pair of red shorts, and a black sports bra. The shorts really showed off her legs, and hugged her butt very tightly. The sports bra was just as tight, and showed just enough cleavage to tease. Her stomach was fully exposed. I did not like a super muscled girl, but I expected them to take care of their bodies as I did mine. Her tummy was flat but not super well defined, just as I liked them. Her braided black hair, highlighted by a few strands of blonde, was tied up in a ponytail. Colour coordinated with her shorts, a red band held her hair behind her head.
"I just need to put my shoes on, and then I'm ready to go." She told me.
When I finished my drink, she told me to just leave the glass on the table in front of me so she could get it later. I stood over her as she sat on down on the edge of the stairs to lace up. Once finished she popped up:
"Ready to get my ass whooped!"
I grinned thinking about her butt, she was referring to our future game though so not to be creepy I reminded her that win or lose I would make sure we both had a fun match. With that we went to her door, I opened it:
"Ladies first."
She giggled and blushed in reaction to my chivalry for a moment before we both strolled together around the corner to my driveway.
On the way there we discussed the guidelines of that particular game:
"So how many points are we playing to?" She asked me.
"Eighteen?...To match our age!" I replied.
"Sounds like a plan." She said. "And what is the reward for the winner?"
"Um...Loser does the winners homework next week?"
"Boring." She mimicked foghorn as she sounded out the syllables. "How bout this...loser has to give the winner a big sloppy kiss?"
Did I mention she was hot? Okay well, the girl was so sexy I think it warrants me pointing it out one more time. Her lips were just like the rest of her body, super thick. I had previously fantasized about how they would feel. Obviously I accepted this bet, but I took the time to play it cool, I didn't want her to know how on board with her suggestion I was.
"Why don't we shoot to see who starts with the ball?" I suggested. As any gentleman would I offered her the first go.
She accepted my offer draining her shot after two attempts. I stepped up to her former launching point and without much effort canned the shot right away.
I started with the ball, because of my height advantage, and the fact that I'd take about any excuse to have my body close to hers, I backed us in close to the basket. I could feel her breasts press against me as I backed her down. Too bad my back was to her, but I guess it was a good thing if I wanted to win, us switching positions would just be way to distracting for me to keep my head in the game.
When I had moved her close enough to the hoop I put up a shot. It banked off the backboard and fell through the net.
"This is going to suck." She pouted. "You are obviously way better than me, I'll never win!"
She made the cutest puppy dog face, I couldn't resist that look, especially coming from such a pretty girl, "I'll spot you a couple extra points, you make it to ten before I get to eighteen, you win."
This caused her to immediately light up. Maybe I had over valued my skills a bit, an eight basket handicap is a lot. If I wanted to win I would have to put fourth major effort now.
