Nope

After two steps, you bounced the ball against the floor a single time. You grabbed the ball in both hands. You raised the ball above your head as you launched yourself towards the basket. Your eyes followed the ball’s upward arc. As they did, the sight of Shannon flashed in front of you. The redhead had grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it upward. Now it was well over her head. However, the neck had gotten caught on her chin, stretching the garment over her face. Raising her arms had caused her now exposed bra to lift her breasts and press them together. It was more than enough to cause you to lose focus on your shot.

It had only been a momentary distraction, but that was enough. It had delayed you just enough so that you were too close to the basket. You caught the rim on the way up. It knocked the ball out of your hands and into your face. You sighed and shook your head. You headed to where Shannon was still struggling with her sweater. You shook your hand as well. You must have hit it on the rim when it knocked the ball free.

“Let me help.” you said. You took the muffled response as her acceptance. You tugged gently at the neck of her sweater to move it past her chin and nose. Once clear, it popped free on its own. You watched intently as the redhead pulled her arms free, tossed the just removed garment onto the bench, and smoothed her bra.

“Mae turn.” she said as she turned to face you. You lifted your arms over your head to let her pull off your t-shirt. Deft fingers unsnapped the front of your jeans and opened the zipper. Instead of tugging the bottom or your t-shirt free, she pulled down on your jeans.

“HEY!” you called out as they slid down over your hips. Your protest over Shannon’s choice of forfeit was cut short by a giggle from Cindy. A quick glance down showed that your shorts had clung to your jeans. Hastily you reached down and pulled them back up. The smile on Linda’s face matched Cindy’s, indicating that she had seen your mostly erect dick as well. You returned the smile as you anticipated showing it to them again when they were naked and you were victorious.

You grunted as the redhead gave you a slight shove. Unable to shift your feet, you fell onto the bench. Shannon gave your jeans a final tug. They came off your raised feet easily…along with both your shoes and most of your right sock.

With everyone waiting for her to shoot, Shannon dropped your pants and left you to pull your shoes out of them. By the time you fished them out of the legs of your pants and put them back on, Cindy was standing there holding the ball and a bottle. After taking a large swig from the bottle, you grabbed the ball from her. A sweep of her hand indicated that you could shoot from anywhere. The fact that no one had taken anything off meant that they hadn’t made a shot either. You nearly lost the ball as Cindy slapped you on the ass as you started to move.

You paused about three feet outside the lane, just behind the free throw line. It wasn’t a pretty shot, but it went in. Your eyes never left Shannon as she threw the ball. The way her boobs bounced was all you needed to see to know she had made it. Marcus looked nervous as he took aim and threw. It looked even uglier than yours, but it went in as well. Cindy breathed a sigh of relief as Linda caught the far edge of the rim and bounced to the opposite corner.

Several eyebrows were raised as Linda popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them. She grabbed the waistband of her panties and let the outer garment slide off her slender hips. You were still watching her smooth her panties over her tight butt when Cindy cleared her throat. You walked over to where the blonde stood near the half court line. With Linda’s ass occupying your mind, your shot landed just beyond the free throw line. Muttering to yourself, you reached for the bottom of your t-shirt.

“She didn’t actually take a shot from there.” Tom started. The blonde stuck her tongue out at him. “So you don’t have to take anything off.”

“Since she chose that shot, not you, you can take another shot if you want.” Marcus declared. Cindy frowned at him, but said nothing. She seemed more upset at getting caught and them stopping you from taking something off than their offering you another shot.

Do you take another shot?