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“Fine, what do you want to do then?”
I remember the face she pulled when she saw the basketball match on TV.
“It’s a surprise. By the way, we’re taking my car. Yours is small enough to make me feel claustrophobic.”
When I near the college campus, Willow starts shooting glances my way. I drive around the back so we can park near the gymnasium.
“I was just here,” she says, sounding deflated.
“Not with me,” I say, as I get out of the car.
I wait for her to get out before I take her hand, and pull her to the back entrance. I hold the door open for her, which earns me a smile.
“How did you know the door wouldn’t be locked?” she asks as she waits for me to shut it.
“They lock it at seven after everyone’s done with practice, so we just have to make sure we’re out of here by then.”
We walk down the hallway, and I’m glad it’s a quiet night for sports. I just hope the door to the basketball court isn’t locked.
Luckily, it’s not. I flip the switch, and the court brightens from the overhead lights.
“Seriously?” Willow says as she looks at where we are. “Basketball?”
I grab a ball and bounce it a few times. “If you miss the hoop, you have to strip out of a piece of clothing.”
I watch her face transform from bored to nervous in a matter of seconds.
“Strip horse?”
“Yeah, that’s unless you don’t have the guts.”
She lifts her chin stubbornly. “Oh, I’m game. Fair warning though, I’m going to make you eat those words.”
I laugh as I throw the ball to her. “Ladies first.”
She’s only wearing sandals, a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. Adding her bra and panties, she just has to miss five times for me to get her naked. This shouldn’t take too long.
“Let’s start with an easy shot. One handed.” She shoots the ball, and I watch as she gets it in. “Your turn.”
I go stand where she was and make the same shot. The ball goes through the hoop, and she runs to get it. I watch her walk to the side, and it’s right about then that I start to worry.
“Off the window,” she calls the shot, and when the ball sails through the hoop, I know I’ve been played.
I bounce the ball as I walk to the side. I’m too busy wondering just how good she is, that I miss the hoop.
Willow claps her hands excitedly. “Time to strip, Pretty-boy.”
I sit down and untie my shoelaces. As I get up, I ask, “You’re playing me, aren’t you?”
“You never asked if I played before.” She walks to the middle of the court and throws the ball, which of course hits its mark.
“Have you?” I ask as I walk to where she was standing. The ball bounces off the hoop, which makes Willow do a happy dance.
I smile as I pull my shirt over my head.
“My dad and I had this thing. We played every Saturday morning, and the loser would have to mow the lawn. You could say I learned from the best.”
“The best?”
