~~~~ And it Starts ~~~~
Thankfully, we also agree to just play one-side of the court, which means no running the full length. I have a feeling I will need as much energy for a very physical game.
We both wore our school basketball uniforms, and for a few seconds it feels like we are going about a normal game. We even flip a coin, I won and stood with the ball at the three point line, directly in front of the net, she was about six feet in front of me. All I had to was move and the game was on.
I barely flinch and that girl was on me like a black panther. Any resemblance of playing normal basketball instantly went out the window. She was physically pushing me, hands on my hips, and driving her shoulders and elbows into me. But I fought right back and drove my way toward the net and scored the first point. Her big mistake was being too focused on immediately intimidating me, while I focused on just playing good basketball. The end result? I got to '5' first, and somehow managed to keep my mouth shut. Although I watched with great joy as Monique slowly pulls off her jersey and flings it over the last row of bleachers, near her bag and water bottles. She is wearing a small black, sports bra underneath and looks damn sexy with her bare back and strong abs showing. She was not at all happy, but held her temper and mouth in check.
After that, the game became much more aggressive.
Monique scores the '10th' point, and now it's my turn to take my top off. We are sweating a lot now and I am taking deep breaths, but so is she. She has a big smile as I drop my jersey-top next to my bag. My own black sports bra is soaked with sweat. This time, I can't wait to get back on the court. A lot more pushing and shoving ensues, but I squeak out a shot scoring '15', and now she has to strip off her shorts. This was a big deal for me, all her bragging about never having to drop a piece of clothing makes her look pretty foolish, and I am giving a big shit-eating smirk. My eyes, well I can't help but admire her sexy black body, wearing those very-short black spandex shorts. Her tight, toned ass, packed into those shorts. Her long muscular black legs, with thighs and calve muscles that go on forever it seems like. "Guess you'll be naked first." I quip.
She gives me this arrogant smirk, "Girl, you haven't seen what I can really do. You will be buck-ass naked before me."
"We'll see, come on and prove it!"
My rival scores '20' and I strip off my shorts, leaving me in my black compression shorts and bra. So now we are tied. We didn't plan it this way, the back and forth removal of clothing. We both are out there giving it everything we have. We are just that close when we play our best.
But then she stuns me, scoring almost four points in a row nailing the '25th' shot over me like I am some novice. My hands are shaking by how she suddenly upped her game, even my fingers tremble as I nervously pull at my soaked sports bra. 'I can't believe this!', my mind is racing. Sopping wet with sweat, it was like a second skin not wanting to come off, my powerful arms and shoulder muscles had to flex to make it peel off of me. There is something else, my wounded pride at having to bare my breasts first. Monique is watching my every move with rapture. Finally. Revealing my breasts to the cool open air, my nipples are also totally out-there, at full attention which is a little embarrassing, because under different circumstances this would have felt wonderful.
I am left standing only in my sports briefs and shoes.
"They're they are!" She taunts at my exposed breasts, making me blush hard, making me feel embarrassed. I am also flush with anger. But she isn't done, "Nice breasts, almost as nice as mine. Too bad you won't get to see them, or any more of my body. From now on, I own this game."
"Bitch! My breasts are a hell of a lot better than yours. Don't even try and compare." Damn it, she got to me again! Where did that outburst come from? What the hell am I doing acting like this? She pushed just the right buttons to drag me into a degrading verbal taunt. That bitch! Monique is just grinning at my reaction while I feel foolish for getting pulled into a comparison of body parts so easily. But that is what women do. I used to think I am above this stuff. Raging with emotions, I practically run at her and fight for every point. Nailing her with my shoulders, elbows, and even knees. It achieves my goal, she starts fighting back just as viciously, decorating my body with bruises. But there it is! I sink the ball, swishing it into the net to hit '30'. Now it's her turn to lose that top.