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"One more game! What do you say?" She said. The
only thing illumining the basket and the backyard was the street light on the
other side of the fence and the light above the back board.
"Isn't it a bit dark and late for another game?" I
asked sitting up from the lawn chair. I could barely make out the basketball
goal from where I sat.
"I can see." She said backing up towards the
basketball goal. She then turned and shot a ten foot jump shot. The ball hit
the rim and bounced back towards her. She grabbed the ball and turned back
towards me. "Come on. One more game, or are you chicken?" She taunted
with a laugh.
"Really? You're the one that's lost every game
tonight."
"I didn't want you boys feeling bad about yourselves,
getting beat by a girl and all. And I got to let my little brother win before
he goes off to the Marines. I am just keeping up the morale. You're just a
college boy chump. A freshman chump and I can kick your ass all day." She said
laughing.
"Oh really? Okay, girl, you're on. This college chump
is about to teach you a lesson."
"Oh...I'm so scarred. I've taken on bigger chumps than
you." She said and passed the ball as hard as could at me. I caught the
ball and bit my lip so I wouldn't show how much my hands stung. "Shoot to
see who goes first. Make it and it's yours, miss and I take first shot."
"Okay, get ready to lose girl....again." I said
and brought the ball up and shot. The ball went left and bounced off the
backboard. Aubrey laughed and ran over and grabbed the ball.
"I got first shot. But what do you say we make this
even more interesting?" She said with a sly smile.
"What you got in mind?" I asked intrigued into
what she might come up with. I knew she didn't have any money to bet with. How
could she make the game any more interesting?
"Let's play strip ball." She said with a laugh.
"Strip ball?" I asked.
"Yeah, if I make it you have to take off whatever I
want you to take off. If you make it, I have to take off whatever you want me
to take off."
I stared at her in disbelief, dumbfounded that she would
actually suggest playing such a game. Here was a chance to get Jimmy's sister
naked and she's the one suggesting the game. All the times I had imagined
seeing her large breast or seeing her naked ran through my head. Mixed with
that were the memories of her tight swim suits and how I use to fantasize about
her popping out of it while she was walking around or swimming in it.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Totally... what are you scared?"
"No, but here?"
"Of course! Where else? No one can see over our fence
and no one is going to see you. Now if you're too shy or chicken I guess we do
something else."
"No it's not that I am shy -chicken. I'm just thinking
of you. Getting you naked and all out here. I thought you might want some more
privacy." I countered.
Aubrey laughed. "I'm not the one that's getting
naked." She brought the ball up to shoot. "Oh wait." She said
bringing down the ball. I thought she was going to say she was just joking and
that she had me. Then she would laugh at getting me to think she would play a
strip game with me. "Put your sandals on." She said instead.
"What?"
"Your sandals. Put them on so we have the same amount
clothes on. I don't want you crying that I had more clothes on when I
win."
With a laugh and still not believing this was happening I
ran to my chair and got my sandals and slipped them on. Then I jogged back to
her.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"I am ready."
"Good." She said with a smile and I felt her eyes slid
over me as if she was already seeing me standing in front of her naked. Her
eyes lingered briefly on my crotch before darting back up. Briefly our eyes
caught each other's and I saw her cheeks flush and she looked way. She forced a
laugh to hide her blush. "We won't play horse. Neither one of us has that
may clothes on. We need a four letter word since we both have four articles of
clothing. So the word will be?" She looked at me for a suggestion.
"Fuck I don't know." I said.
"That's it. Fuck. The word is going to be fuck."
She said with a laugh and this time it was me that was blushing.
"Are you ready?" She asked again. I nodded.
She shot the ball and made the basket, the ball hitting
nothing but net. She turned towards me with a triumphant look on her face.
"That was just one shot." I said as I jogged over
and got the ball. I stepped back to where she had been standing and shot the
ball and missed, the ball balancing off the rim.
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