Shoot a Free Throw

With everyone else packed in the lane, it didn’t take you long to decide to take a jump shot. They continued to jockey for position and ignored you completely as you lined up the shot. You hit nothing but the bottom of the net. There was a short pause to tap the ball back to you. You lined up the free throw. Again the pushing stopped as you made the shot. This time it didn’t pick up as quickly. Feeling more confident, you shot a lot quicker. The ball went high into the air. Somehow, the shortest player on the floor came down with it. Cindy dribbled out to the three point line. You faked going after her when she lowered her head as if to drive. She pulled up and shot. You were already heading back to the basket. Her shot hit the backboard and then the rim before going straight up.

Marcus and Tom both went up after it. Neither was able to come down with it. It hit the floor between them. It bounced over to Linda and Shannon. Four hands grabbed the ball. It didn’t take Shannon long to rip the ball free. In doing so, she brought it around to where you could grab it….You did. Overbalanced, Shannon landed on top of you. The ball went flying. Cindy reached for the ball, but Linda knocked it away before she could get a good grip on it.

The ball bounced towards the other guys. Tom was quicker and scooped it up. Before Marcus could recover, Tom shot the ball. It slid through the hoop without a sound. Tom made the first free throw, but the second hit the front of the rim. Linda grabbed the ball on the first bounce. You reached out to block the ball as she shot. You sent it flying. Tom and Marcus ran it down. Marcus caught up to it near the corner of the court. Seeing Tom in the way, Marcus launched it at the basket from where he was. You chased after it as it flew over the basket. Cindy grabbed the ball and threw it. It passed inches over your outstretched fingers as you reached out to block it. It hit the near edge of the rim and went straight down. You whirled and ran for the ball. Linda got there first. She turned. But before she could get the shot off, you slid into her and knocked the ball away…right into the hands of Shannon. The redhead had no problem making the five foot shot. You groaned as she made the first two free throws.

Shannon threw the third throw hard against the glass. It flew straight back to her. Both you and Tom anticipated this. You both moved to intercept the rebound. You only succeeded in knocking the other away from the ball. In her eagerness to get the ball, Shannon ended up tripping over the two of you. The ball bounced to Linda. She dribbled out to the free throw line where she was able to turn and shoot without anyone defending her. It caught nothing but net. She breathed a sigh of relief when she sank the first free throw. Her next free throw bounced off to the left. Marcus muscled Cindy out of the way to get the rebound. He was able to lay the ball into the basket.

Marcus took the ball from the net and dribbled to the free throw line. His shot bounced off the front of the rim. You leapt into the air and snagged the loose ball. Before you could secure the ball, Linda knocked it from your hands. It flew to where Cindy was standing in the lane. The blonde immediately shot it towards the basket. She forgot about Marcus who was coming up from the free throw line. The big man swatted it away the moment that it left her hands. Shannon was the quicker of the redheads. A head and shoulder fake got Tom into the air. The busty Irish lass put up a half hook as Tom came down on her.

“I got her,” Tom said needlessly. However, it didn’t really matter. The ball rolled around the rim before dropping in.

“YES!” Shannon shouted in victory. It was accompanied two sighs and three groans. The ball, ignored by everyone in the group, settled along the wall under the basket. Everyone moseyed over to the scorer’s table. Almost casually, Marcus pulled off his sweater. Cindy put on a show of pulling her sweater over her head. She ended by pulling her white sports bra away from her large breasts just long enough to draw your eye.

“HEY!” you called out. Having finished her drink, Linda had tried to take advantage of Cindy’s distraction. Her hands were trying to unbutton your jeans. You grabbed her by the wrists. It took a bit of doing to pull them away from your jeans. Only when you grabbed her left nipple through her t-shirt did Linda stop trying to get at your pants. Moments later you felt other hands tug at the waistband of your pants as Shannon took up where Linda had stopped.

“Ball in!” Marcus called out. Four sets of eyes turned towards the big man. Marcus bounced the ball to Cindy. The black cheerleader made no real attempt to keep the blonde from driving towards the basket.