I loved basketball more than anything else. I got accepted into the team through trial three years ago as one of the ten who made it. It was not one of those top teams in the league but was one of the middle ranged, almost last teams when I first joined. The team could be relegated sooner or later at that point of time. But through our hard work and dedication, we made up to the top three within three years.
I am a high school senior and it is my last year playing basketball. I have been approached by ten different colleges to join them after I graduated from the team. I knew that basketball on the collegiate level is an extraordinarily demanding and physical sport. Small nagging injuries, such as bumps and bruises are very common and can last an entire season. In addition, it requires a tremendous amount of teamwork and it's the team, not the individual, who wins or loses.
I am standing at 5' 3'' with dark brown eyes and sleek blonde hair coming to the middle of my back that was tied in a hasty ponytail. Due to my regular visits to the gym and training for basketball during my free time, I have developed tan skin and a flat stomach. My long, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail to make it less messy. I rent a small, 2 bedroom apartment from my good friend, Sarah and live with her as my parents live in France while I was in America.
I always had a vague curiosity about sex, in fact, and I would probably have been happy enough to experiment. If it had come up in a natural way. It had simply never come up in a natural way. I had known by the time I was twelve or thirteen that I was lesbian. For 5 years, I had been trying hard to be straight or act straight.
I tried even harder to focus on boys. But I didn't feel compelled to watch their hands, or stare at their latest hair style or their six packs and arm muscles. However, they were all just not my type. I started having more and horny attractions to girls instead.
After basketball training everyday, I head to the showers as one of the last. Not because I was slow, but to check out the girls bodies while waiting for my turn. They had different breasts sizes, ranging from 30A to 36DD. I also look out for them stripping and getting dressed. They may not know it, but they are turning me on inside.
It started out like a normal Friday. I went to school, about to be bored to death during literature, not paying attention and instead dreaming about basketball training. I focused on my basketball weaknesses and try to improve them as much as I can.
After a boring seven hours in school, I went to the locker room near the basketball court to get changed into my basketball jersey. I was the first one to reach as usual and had to wait for the coach to arrive. After waiting for a while, the other girls and the coach arrived one by one.
"Girls, let's start off with a run." The captain, Sarah said.
We ran five rounds around the court as Sarah lead the group. I knew Sarah since we were six. We were best of friends for more than twelve years. Sarah was four months older than me, she born in May and me in August. The both of us turned 18 already.
Sarah was around 5' 8", way taller than me, and better than me in basketball. Similarly, her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, just that hers is less messy. Her brows were thick and sensual, she had high cheekbones, and black eyes; her nose was straight and slender. Her mouth was wide and mobile with slightly fleshy lips, her teeth pearly white and perfectly straight.
Sarah was the dream girl of every guy. I am one of those who have a secret crush on her. This crush started since we were in 8th grade. I have dreams of her at night, mostly of sexual content. Unfortunately, I'm too shy to show my true feelings for her.
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After practice, I went on to keep the training equipment with Sarah. We have been doing this for the past 3 years since our first day here. As Sarah bent over, I caught a glimpse of her lower back and a bit of her ass. I thought of the lesbian porn that I just watched yesterday, and was momentarily distracted.
"Winter, let's go to the showers." Sarah called out to me.
I looked around, the court cleared of all equipment and Sarah at the door of the locker room. I followed her to the showers and realised it was only the both of us. I had missed out on the show earlier on.