“What should I say?” I ask Kennedy as she helps me get ready for my date.
“Just be yourself. Look, you can still be best friends while dating. That's the best kind of relationship. Just act like you normally do because that’s the person she’s falling for,” Kennedy says.
“What if we go to have sex?”
“Look, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it's just…I have no idea what to do,” I stammer.
“That’s okay. I had no idea what I was doing for my first time with a girl. Just do what feels good. You know your own body the best. Likewise, pay attention to her and how she reacts to what you do. If she’s giving signs that she is enjoying what you’re doing, then continue to do it. If she looks uncomfortable or she doesn't seem to enjoy it, then definitely stop doing what you’re doing. Also, don’t be afraid to ask and talk about it with her. The more open you both are, the better the experience will be,” she explains. “Trust me, Cat and my first time was anything but sexy. It was awkward. We were both a little drunk, but we laughed and we still laugh about it.”
“Won’t it be weird to have sex with Danielle and Maly in the room? Although, Danielle has brought guys back to the dorm and hasn’t thought twice about having sex with them while we’re in the room.”
“That’s gross. But I mean, it’s a part of being a freshman in the dorms. How else are you going to have sex? You just have to make the best of it and try to be as quiet as possible. But definitely don’t be ashamed of it. Just remember to breathe and relax.”
“Thanks, you always have the best advice.”
“That’s what big sisters are for.” She smiles.
“And thanks for letting me borrow this dress.”
“Of course, now just relax and remember to enjoy yourself. It’s a date, not a job interview.” She pushes me out the door. “Go get her.”
I get in my car and go to the house to pick up Sarah. As I park in the driveway, Sarah comes out in a gorgeous blue dress and a white leather jacket. It shows off her amazing tan legs. I get out to meet her. “Hey.” I smile. “You look beautiful.”
“Aww, thank you. You look amazing as well.” She returns my smile as we hug.
We give each other a light peck on the cheek before getting in. We head to the movie theater and pick the comedy with Ashley Bradly in it, and we both laugh the entire time. By the time we get to dinner, neither of us can shut up about how funny the movie was. We sit adjacent to each other at a small square table at the Olive Garden and put our orders in. Which is nice. I always felt uncomfortable sitting across from someone. I never know where to stare. Should I just stare at them the whole time? Or awkwardly look away?
“I’ll be honest, Ashley is totally my celebrity crush. I think it’s just the way she laughs. It’s so sweet and genuine,” she says. I can’t help but take in those blue eyes, deep like the ocean.
“Yeah, I like how she’s not afraid to just make fun of herself,” I add.
“Yes! Right? She doesn’t take anything too seriously.”
“I wish I could do that. I don’t have any sense of humor. Definitely not like you. You always seem to find the positive side of things, and you always seem to laugh at everything. That’s one of the many things I really like about you.”
“Awww, you’re making me blush! You have something else that’s equally admirable. You have this humbling sense of humility and an everlasting determination to grow and become a better human being.” Her eyes meet mine as our smiles match. She slips her hand in mine under the table. The touch of her thumb as it strokes over the back of my palm sends tingles that dance across my skin. The waitress brings out our food, and we dig in.
“Oh my God, is that Coach? Oh my God, she’s with my English professor!” she whispers. I follow her gaze to find Head Coach Clayton sitting with none other than Professor Jenna Porter. The two are holding hands and getting awfully close. Coach Clayton’s eyes find ours, and a look of surprise washes over her face. She says something to Jenna Porter, who also looks over at us. She smiles and waves. We both awkwardly wave back as Coach also waves. It looks like the waiter just brought them the bill. Coach Clayton gives the waiter her card. After they pay, they walk toward us. “Oh crap, they’re coming toward us. What do we do?”
“Just act natural,” I say.
“Ladies, nice to see the both of you enjoying your evening,” coach Clayton says.
“Sarah, Marcela, how are you both?” Jenna asks.
“Great, just enjoying a date. Looks like we’re not the only ones,” Sarah responds.
“Yeah, this is Jenna’s favorite restaurant,” Coach says.
“Mine too! So how long have you two been seeing each other?” Sarah asks.
“We’re actually celebrating our ten year anniversary,” Jenna tells us, as she wraps her arm around coach Clayton’s waist. “It’s hard to believe we’ve been partnered for ten years.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. I’m happy for the both of you,” I say.
“Thank you,” coach replies earnestly. “Well, we’ll let you two enjoy your evening. We’re going to catch a movie. Don’t stay out too late, I’ll see you both at practice on Monday.”
“Have a good night Coach and Professor,” I say and Sarah repeats it.
“You both as well,” Jenna replies.
We watch them both walk out, hand in hand. “That was unexpected,” I say.
“Yeah, who knew coach was gay. It’s kind of inspiring. They look good together.”
“Yeah, they do.”
As the waitress brings us the bill, both Sarah and I go to reach for our purse. “I’ll pay,” Sarah says.
“I can pay, it’s no big deal.”
“No, you got the movie tickets, let me get dinner.”
“Okay. I won’t argue,” I smile.
After Sarah pays, we head out to the car and drive back in silence. Once we park, Sarah asks if I’d like to go for a walk and I nod. She takes my hand in hers as we stroll the sidewalks of campus.
“I’ve had a great time tonight,” I inform her.
“Yeah, me too.”
The way her thumb traces the inside of my palm, sends tingles up my arm. “You know, the night doesn’t have to be over so soon.” she says.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah, I mean, we do share a dorm, we could go up and spend a little more time getting to know each other on a deeper level. You know, under the sheets?”
“Sarah! You want to sleep together on the first date?” I feign innocence.
At first, she looks almost ashamed, but then she smiles. “I guess I’m just a bad girl.”
“I mean. I definitely would like to try, I’ve never done anything…”
“With a girl? You’ve mentioned that before, and it’s kind of obvious,” she teases with a smile. “We don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“No. I mean, yes, I want too. And what I was going to say is that I have never had sex at all. With a man or a woman,” I clarify.
“Wow, you’re a complete virgin. I wasn’t sure, but I’m not really that surprised.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I flinch.
“Oh, nothing,” she taunts nonchalantly looking away.
I eye her suspiciously. “You think I’m little miss goodie two shoes, don’t you?”
She laughs. “You’re words, not mine. You’re definitely a gold star.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m not the good girl everyone makes me out to be,” I point out.
“Oh is that so?” she asks. “And what makes you say that?”
“I once smuggled in my own candy into a movie theater once.”
“Oh no! Don’t tell the cops, Marcela’s committing crimes,” she feigns.
“Hey! I can be bad.”
“Okay, little miss goodie two shoes.” She taunts.
“If you’re so bad, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” I ask.
“You don’t even want to know.” She continues in a playful tone.
“Oh really?” I put my hand on my hip.
“My brother Harrison and I broke into the school our senior year along with a few others and let loose pigs with numbers on them, one, two and four.”
“Why—Oooh! That’s brilliant,” I say as it clicks.
“Yeah, it took them forever to figure out there were only three, but unfortunately, they got into the cafeteria and made a giant mess. We got in so much trouble. We got suspended for three days.”
“Wow, you are bad,” I agree. “I don’t think I would ever do something like that.”
“Never say, never.” She stops walking, it’s gotten really dark out and this is the first time I’ve noticed it. “Do you want to head back to the dorm room and I can show you just how much of a bad girl I am.”
My eyes go wide and I bite down on my lip hard. All I can do is nod. She takes my hand and before I know it, we’re on the elevator back up to the dorms. Thoughts run through my head like runners on a track. “What if they hear us?”
“Who cares?”
“You’re right,” I say. Seriously, Danielle brings guys home all the time and we never complain. As the elevator opens up, Sarah pulls me down the hall. We lucked out, the dorm room is empty. Once we get into the bunk room, Sarah pulls me into her arms and she kisses me. Her hands run around and tug at the zipper of my dress, slowly she pulls it down, exposing my breasts to the cold air. I let it fall to the floor before stepping out. Sarah tears off her jacket and I slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Soon we’re both in just our underwear.
She tries to get my heels off and fumbles with the straps. I tumble into her bed failing to balance on one foot while she pulls off the first heel. We both try to hold our laughs in, but neither of us are successful. After she finally gets the other one off, she nearly trips trying to kick off her shoes. She finally gets into her bed with me and we’re both giggling. “Good thing no one’s here or we would’ve totally failed at being quiet.” She laughs.
I get off a little laugh before I feel her lips against mine as her hands roam my body. Her fingers are like flames against my skin, setting fire everywhere they touch. I let my hands wander down her back, feeling each muscle, until I get to the tush she got her nickname from. It’s soft and yet firm. Together we pull down her underwear, baring all of her to me. She slips her fingers under the hem of my own and I lift my hips up so she can tug them off.
The way her lips fit so perfectly against mine makes this feel so right. She pulls the covers over us and we enter our own little world. The way her nipples rub up against mine sends jolts of pleasure through my body. God, I’ve never experienced anything like this before. My body feels so alive from her touch. Her kisses leave my skin tingling as her lips travel down my neck. When they find my nipple, Oh my… She has me praying to God. I never knew so many contradicting feelings could ripple through me like this. How is it possible to feel so hot and yet I’m shivering? Goosebumps cover my skin and my nipples are so hard. A gasp escapes my lips when her teeth gently nibble down. I run my hand through her soft silky hair.
She brings her lips back up to mine as she grinds her hips on my leg. Her hand wanders south of my stomach and reaches—Oh my God! A moan escapes my lips. She quickly covers my mouth and we both giggle. I reach down and find the lips between her legs and she quivers from my touch. Her fingers control my entire world and I want to return the feeling. I try to do what she’s doing to me, but my mind has turned into mush. I can’t form a coherent thought.
Sarah moans out as my fingers rub her clit and she grinds her hips. Our hands play each other like instruments as we both surrender to each other’s touch. We don’t even try to be quiet anymore as we lose ourselves in each other. The explosion that happens inside me, burns my veins and melts my soul. I completely surrender to her as we both find life in each other’s hands. There are no words to describe the overwhelming pleasure caused with just her touch. An explosion of pleasure erupts through my body like putting water on a grease fire. She collapses on me as we both run out of breath. I wrap my arms around her and she kisses me hungrily.
We both take time to catch our breaths before our lips seek each other’s. We find shelter in each other’s arms as the night slowly takes us both.
To be continued in book 2.
Love on the Basketball Court Book 2
Champions
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