Show off your Skills

The game was underway immediately. The two players set off to their respective sides of the court, and all at once, Kammi sprung into action. Like a storm she descended up Raleigh, faking her out with feints and purposeful missteps. Time and time again, she'd lead the ginger in one direction, only to slip right around her flawlessly, and land a shot right in the Irish girl's net.

"Hey!" "Hold on a second!" "No fair!" Raleigh complained out as she struggled, tried, and consistently failed to get the ball out of Kammi's grasp. She was able to keep up physically, but what the ginger had said rung true. She was a softball player, and Kammi had the home field advantage. As the match dragged on, the two began to lose track of points, not caring to count when it became clear that victory would be a landslide. Instead, Kammi took the opportunity to just show off more and more, constantly scoring points with flashier moves, dancing around the court with a sort of grace and precision that left Raleigh speechless. She still attempted to stop the black girl, but it was less so she could try and score against her, and more in an attempt to coax increasingly impressive moves out of her.

The match came to a sudden and complete end as Kammi pushed herself past Raleigh one final time, gave the ball a good bounce, then with it in tow lept up into the air, and slam dunked the ball right into Raleigh's net. She hung there for a second as the ball bounced to the ground and rolled away, and the ginger was left in stunned awe at the physical display that was just put on. Both of the girls were left slick and sweat, and panting as they tried to catch their breath. But it was clear that one of them had come out on top. And Raleigh couldn't help but admire how beautiful Kammi's rich ebony skin was as it glistened in the hot sun.

"Wow..." The ginger spoke with short breath as Kammi finally dropped down from the net, her knees buckling a bit from the fall. "I guess the stereotype is a little true, huh~?"

Kammi turned around then, cocking an eyebrow up at the Irish girl as she clutched her knees. "...What was that?"

Raleigh cocked a haughty grin. "Y'know. That black girls are frickin' good at basketball. Some rumors reach all tha' way to Ireland y'know." As she spoke, Raleigh slowly approached Kammi, leering over the girl that usually stood a good two inches taller. "That isn't the only rumor I've heard, course'. But...Y'know, you won, so I suppose I should give you a lil' reward." The ginger bent forward a bit, and planted a kiss right on Kammi's cheek. Her soft pink lips brushing against the glistening mocha skin of the African-American girl.

If a blush could've shown itself across Kammi's dusky face, it certainly would've.

"So, what'cha gonna do now, Champ?" Raleigh's voice had taken on a huskier, lower tone. Almost salacious as she spoke. She turned however, and walked over to the corner of the court to pick up the basketball. Bending over, she rolled her hips, making her nice thick rear bounce enticingly before standing back up straight, and glancing towards Kammi over her shoulder. "Wanna' help me get acquainted to living in America~?"