Guard Holly

“Elena,” I said, trying to not sound eager, “Shane is practically playing on one leg. You guard him. Dillon takes Casey, and I’ll get Holly.”

“Okay,” Elena said, qualifying it with, “don’t pass Shane the ball guys.”

Everybody laughed and we took our positions around the court. They started with the ball, so I shadowed Holly closely, trying to keep Casey from passing it to her. That lasted for all of about five second before I started getting distracted. Every quick step and movement sent her tits bouncing up and down, practically uninhibited by her sports bra. In my distraction, she was able to get the ball, and raise up to shoot , my hand rising a second too slow to block it. As the ball found the bottom of the net, she immediately got in my face, yelling, “Yeah! Suck it!” She chest bumped me playfully, pushing her soft chest against mine, barely moving me.
“Okay.” I said, wanting to get even, “okay.”

As Dillon took the ball from the top of the key, I called for it on the wing, Holly playing me close. But having a foot of height on her let me shoot over her outstretched hand, as she practically hugged me to try and stop the shot; it went in with a swish. Mimicking her boast, I got in her face and she said, “You wanna make I interesting put your money where your mouth is.”

Intrigued, I said, “What did you have in mind?”

Her voice low enough so only I can hear it, she said, “If your team wins, you can do whatever you want with these,” and she shook her tits in her hands, “and if my team wins, you have to eat my pussy.”