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On The Court Pt 03

On The Court Pt 03

by moanalo
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~~~~ 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.

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Good God, I had to use a lot of energy to get there, too much energy, but I wanted to get her back so bad. I have my hands on my knees while gasping for air, I look down and see how the seen of sweat is coating my chest. My nipples feel so raw and sensitive, they are larger than I have ever seen them before, at least half an inch.

Monique curses and grunts with effort to peel off her sports-bra and now we are both topless. Her bra, soaked with sweat makes a wet splat when she slams it on top of the bleachers. She really does have a glorious set of breasts, as I have said earlier, and I admit they are equal to mine. But I will not let her prior to comments go unanswered; "Well bitch, it's perfectly clear I have the better breasts, you can't hide your inferior boobs any longer." I even place my hands on my hips and thrust out my chest. All very immature I know, but I just had to get that dig in.

Her jaw line clenches as she mimics my pose, taking a few steps toward me; "When we get back out on the court, your going to feel just how superior I am, in every way." That threat sends a tingle of excitement up my spine. I don't actually expect us to engage in any kind of breast competition, but such an idea hits me emotionally, and in ways I am not at all prepared for. Strong feelings of arousal and I am very disturbed by that. Very disturbed and very aroused.

The next five points is a real battle. We never make a concerted effort to grind our chests together, but it does happen on more than one occasion. A game this physical causes several full frontal collisions to occur, and our breasts do crush against one another. As I was afraid of, it did affect me in ways I wasn't fully able to cope with, stimulating my body. But was she feeling the same distractions? She must! Neither of us said a word, we acknowledged it in other ways. When our breasts would mash against one another we would both grunt and groan more loudly then at any previous time in the game. I wasn't sure if our sounds were totally rooted in discomfort either. The pressure was almost...sensual? Feeling another woman's...correction...feeling Monique's bare breasts crushing against mine, equal in firmness, our sweaty skin rubbing back and forth. It is as pleasurable as it is painful at times. Our nipples are evidence enough, equal in length and thickness, and very hard.

This time around, it is a long hard fought battle for several minutes, gaining control of the ball, then losing, then gaining. Long minutes of no scoring. Our bare torsos grinding against one another; shoulders, arms, legs, and chests. It all sent my mind spinning off, reeling from the intense physical contact. All those little distractions add up, costing me the ultimate point, not the game winning point, but another very important point. Monique goes up and makes the shot that scores '35', and I just about lose my mind, a chill runs up my spin. "Fuck!" I scream and spin around so she can't see the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Thats right bitch, I made you strip first! Now get naked." I can hear her victoriously dribble the ball around behind me. Damn her! I turn my back in shame, my shoulders slump as I am fighting back the sobs of my defeat while my rival glows in triumph as I now have to strip naked. I go to peel down my shorts, ashamed and humiliated. I poured my heart and soul trying to reach '35' first, but she outperformed me.

'No!' Face the music. 'Own your loss. Take it like a woman.' My voice says.

So I turn around, shoulders back, proud of my body because I have one fucking hell of a powerful body to show off. Although the tears have stopped I know she can still see the residual streaks on my cheeks. I strike a cocky pose and look her straight in the eyes as I hook my thumbs into the waistband. Hopefully she also sees the hate in my stare as I push down my UnderArmour compression shorts. Even with so much arrogant bravado, I am still fighting to control my emotions at losing the strip contest.

"Take a good look, I know you can't take your eyes off me, the way you are always undressing me with your eyes." I am not holding anything back now, might as well really lay it on nice-and-thick, and it sounded damn good. It is right on the mark too because I see her flinch just a little, striking a nerve...Good!

"In your dreams baby..." Monique bounces the ball, strutting around topless, "...You don't have what it takes to get my interest. So tell me, how does it feel to know I just owned you on the court."

Hearing those words, while standing naked before my arch-rival, it stung pretty bad. "The game isn't over yet, and you barely got by me."

"A win is a win!" She smack talks right back.

God how my blood is boiling now, her excitement over my naked body is a terrible distraction. It is almost like she is seeing me nude for the very first time, and why am I struck by that? But I don't have time to psycho-analysis what is going on between us, I must focus...somehow.

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My nudity works to my advantage. Monique came out strong, but as our bodies kept colliding for control over the ball, she seems to lose focus a couple of times. Her hands and eyes on my body, much more than before. Well, what-the-fuck-ever...if my nudity distracts her, fine, I'll take whatever help I can get. You can sometimes see a moment unfold, before it even happens. I went to leap into the air and flick my left hand toward the net, it all plays out like perfection! The shot ticks off the '40th' point.

"YES!" And even pump my right fist into the air. "Now drop those shorts bitch!" I yell clenching my fists, and flexing my arms and chest like some crazed person.

"Fuck you cunt." Monique gave me such a hateful look I thought she would attack me, and then the whole thing would dissolve into a full-blown fight right this second. She keeps staring me down as she walks over to her part of the bench and pushes down on her compression shorts. I am so relieved I almost start crying, but hold my head up high, overjoyed that we are both nude now. Things have evened up and I have managed to keep it a close game.

Wow, Monique is furious, failing to hold back the tears running down her cheeks, and even turns away to drink long gulps of water. Now I am the one staring, my eyes running up and down her ebony body, slick with sweat like a coating of oil. Such a fitness Goddess and so damn gorgeous. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I walk over to drink some water, the break is well needed and we both are guzzling down water. We avoid looks and words, I think we are both trying to get our minds back in the game, the next ten points will be critical, regardless of our stripped down state, it is all-or-nothing now. One of us would get to that '50', and that realization suddenly made the strip competition pale in comparison. A combination of our rivalry, being nude, and going all out to prove who is the better woman became more oppressive than the sweltering humidity and heat inside this gym. Pride, dignity, bragging rights, and our female physiques are on the line now. They always have been between us, but now, it is open warfare.

~~~~ A Real Struggle ~~~~

How long has it been? 60 minutes by the clock on the wall, maybe less, maybe longer? And as I said, we are both are drenched in sweat.

When we step back onto The Court, this time both Naked except for our shoes, and I sense a tentative protectiveness around our emotions. No words, but the cutting looks are coming on strong from both of us as we both roll our strong shoulders and shake out our arms and legs to get ready. I catch her staring as I shake out my thick muscular legs, but I say nothing, because I am equally admiring her long toned legs as well.

Just getting in close proximity to one another felt different now. I've never been so terrified and excited at the same time in my life as when our naked bodies touch. When we make that contact, immediately all hesitations fall away, and we become more than just physical with one another. It is borderline violent.

"Come on white girl, let's see what you really got!" As the right side of her sweat slicked body slams against my left side.

"More than you can handle black girl!" Even our trash talk becomes personal, as we degrade one another's bodies and even the other's skin color. Slippery arms, legs, and breasts collide as we make one another grunt, moan, and even squeal as we intentionally begin breaking every rule to hurt one another. Elbowing one another, pushing, grabbing. I jump to block her shot and the front of our strong bodies collide mid air, our stomachs and big breasts slam against one another and we both groan in pain. Again-and-again our bodies grind all over one another, it is almost as if we crave that full contact, trying to overpower and dominate each other. Monique spins around and drives her back into me, towards the net, while covering her I have the whole front of my body crushing against her sweaty backside, skin-on-skin. Her firm bare ass drilling into my hips. And back and forth we go at it like that, my ass grinding against her hips as I try and back my way toward the net with the ball. This has gone way beyond the athletic challenge, there is a sexual thrill, a competition even? Something primal, even visceral going on between us, and it is seriously fucking with my mind.

There is also the ebb and flow of anger between us. That hostility has not gone away, and it makes us want to hurt one another. Our sounds of agony are almost constant now, I know mine are. Both Monique and I are almost openly crying as we punish each others bodies, driving into each other with shoulders, elbows, and knees. Never in my life did I think I could take such abuse.

'45' points, Monique makes that shot, but there is no parading around, or joyful announcements. Instead we are both bent over, hands on knees. The sweat is dripping from every part of my body. Our big firm breasts, battered and hurting hang between where our arms brace against our knees. I notice droplets of sweat hanging from the ends of my nipples, and hers, furiously I blink the stinging sweat out of my eyes. My mind is spinning and I am on the verge of some type of breakdown, it is not just the physical abuse she is dishing out on me, I've never been so banged up in my life. But something else is going on, and it makes me nervous, squeezing my insides in knots...I breath in through my nose and yes, the whole air around us is pungent from our bodies...the smells are so strong from both of us...but the bodily sweat coming from Monique rattles me. Mixed with hints of body lotion, shampoo, deodorant...but again, it is her scent! I can't shake it. It is not offensive, no, just the opposite. That is what rocks me to my core. My nostrils flare again as I inhale, and I want more close contact with her.

Denying my feelings I look down between my legs as if that would hide everything. But the shame, I feel shame when acknowledging that my pussy is dripping with the rest of me, between my pussy lips my clit is buzzing and my nipples are aroused beyond normal. This whole experience is turning me on.

To perform a sanity check and clear my head I walk over to my side of the bench, she does the same, we don't say a word, the strange silence is more unnerving than the trash talk. 'I wonder if she is experiencing the same things I am? She must be.' Trying to wipe down with my towel is a terrible experience. It is so soaked with sweat that it does zero good, just smearing the sweat all over. So I try wringing it out to see if that helps. When I wipe between my legs a shudder makes my belly convulse and I am horrified that my clit is not only exposed, but one more touch and I might have an orgasm on the spot. Oh God help me.

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