"Sorry I'm late." She sank a jump shot and looked over at him, the ball tucked under her arm,
"Delaying your butt whipping huh?" He shook his head at her competitive spirit,
"Please, you can't beat me." She laughed as he snatched the ball from her grasp, "Nick I played three years of college ball at Tennessee. You know Tennessee right? One of the best women's programs of all time?" He rolled his eyes and set his feet for a jumpshot,
"So what? That's still girls ball. The best college girls team couldn't even beat the worse college boys team." He missed his shot and she ran after the ball,
"That's ridiculous and sexist Nick. Girls have a better pure game than guys. You like to show off and worry about dunks, the girls get it done. You can't touch my jumpshot." He shook his head and sighed,
"You're my friend, I don't want to embarrass you. You're going to lose and then you're going to cry. Let's not worry about it." She threw the ball hard into his chest and placed her hand on her hips,
"How about a game of horse?" He tossed the ball from hand to hand,
"What we playing for?" She shrugged,
"I don't know, whatever." He smiled as he looked at her outfit. She was wearing a pair of black tights that showed every curve from her hips to her ankles and a white tank top,
"Strip horse." She frowned and laughed slightly,
"What?" As he thought about it he nodded more and more,
"Yeah, for every letter you get, you take off clothes." She shook her head,
"No way." He smirked,
"Why not Ms. College All American, Ms. Tennessee? Scared?" She shook her head,
"No I'm not scared. I just don't want to see your pale body." She blew out her knee the first game of her senior year. She didn't want her last year to end that way and it was very emotional to say the least but it wasn't devastating to her future, she had no plans of playing professionally in the WNBA or in Europe. She was all about being a sportscaster and her dream was to work for ESPN. She met Nick at a charity basketball event in Miami where, afterwards, he asked for her number and suggested they hang out sometime. She didn't think much of it but they began to talk on a pretty regular basis, as regular as possible considering both their hectic schedules. When he invited her to attend an awards show she didn't hesitate, she loved dressing up, she loved music and she loved hanging out with him. They were buddies in every since and they got a kick out of everyone thinking they were dating. They both dated but not seriously and not each other, he had tried her and it led to an intense kissing session and a little petting one night very early on in their relationship but she did with him what she had a feeling no one had done with him before, discussed their intentions and did it before they went too far. After making him be honest, at first he said he wanted to see where it goes, the truth came out, he wanted a girlfriend eventually but he liked being single at the time and wanted to keep it that way. She didn't want to have casual sex so that night was the last time either of them made an attempt to cross that line. The lights came on and he looked around,
"Come on let's do this before it gets late, I still need to eat." She sighed,
"Nick, why?" He laughed,
"Why not? It's no big deal, come on. For every letter, one piece." She looked around for signs of people, guess not too many people were at the park on a Sunday night,
"Ok, but shoes and socks count...and separately." He nodded,
"Cool, I'm first." He stepped to the free throw line and made his shot,
"I wanted to start off with something easy for you." She rolled her eyes, her hands were shaking, she was so nervous,
"Nick, I was a 94 percent free throw shooter." He shrugged,
"That ain't 100." She shook her head as she watched the ball bounce off the side of the rim and hit the ground,
"Guess that 6 percent is creeping up on you." She rolled her eyes as she bent over and took off her sneakers. She used to sink that shot with the game on the line in front of ten thousand people but in front of Nick, she chokes. He took a couple of steps back and off to the side and sank his second shot. She followed and made it. She held onto the ball and made a three-pointer then looked at him challengingly. He attempted, failed and groaned as he kicked off his own shoes. He did a sequence of dribbles and made another jumpshot, she followed and did the same. Her socks had joined her shoes and his socks joined the pile as well. He followed her layup and failed miserably,
"That was horrible Nick. I have never seen anything so awful." Tears ran down her face and she began to whistle as he took off his T-shirt,
"Yeah baby." He laughed and rolled his eyes when she ogled him,
"I know you want my body." She laughed and went to take another shot but missed when she shot it too quickly,
"Ok, it's on now. Time to get even." He dunked and she shook her head,
"That's not fair Nick." He shrugged,
"Girls are just as good as guys. What happened to all that crap? Come on so I can see some skin." She tried but she was nowhere near close and groaned as he started chanting take it off,
"Nick...please, do-over." He laughed and shook his head,
"No do-overs." She thought for a second and knew the best thing to take off. Once her shirt was off he only harrassed her more,
"Nice sports bra, bright yellow. Matching underwear?" They went back and forth and finally he missed a shot and groaned,
"Ok, you win." She laughed and she went over to him and stood before him,
"No way kid, off with the shorts. I want to see those tightie whities." He avoided eye contact and looked off to the side,
"I ain't wearing those." She ran her finger over his arm and across his stomach, just above the waistband of his shorts,
"Boxers? Boxer briefs? Whatever, let's go you wanted to play this game so take em off." He sighed,
"I'm not wearing underwear ok?"
Stories
Part II