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Lesbians Make Great Athletes

Chapter One

"Coach, I think we should run Tennessee. They haven't seen it yet so they won't know what to do."

Coach Danson glances up at the clock, looks worriedly at his determined but truly exhausted team, before turing to his captain.

"Alright, Davies. We're down 1 with 30 seconds to go. Don't rush the play, let the opportunity make itself happen." The referee blew his whistle to end the timeout. "Lady Cobras on 3. 1, 2, 3!"
"LADY COBRAS!" The whole team cheered.

The five ladies who started the game are also finishing it. They run onto the courts and take their places while putting on their game face.

"You ready, number 10?" The referree asks Davies.
"Yes, sir." She says politely. Yes, she was kissing his ass but this was a crucial part of the game. Having the ref on her side couldn't hurt.

He blows his whistle again and hands her the ball. Seeing the two shooting guards split, she spots an opening and passed the ball quickly to number 2, who then passes it straight back to Davies, their best ball handler and their lead point guard. She quickly surges to the left only to cross over between her legs and back up. She manuevers herself in and out of the 5 second zone with ease while watching the girls weave through each other. She looks at the clock and watches as it hits 15 seconds. In her peripheral vision, she sees number 36 makes a back cut to the basket. Doing a quick spin move, she positions herself before launching the perfect bounce pass. Number 36 catches it easily before gently laying it into the hoop, making the score 46-45, Cobras lead. Throwing her fist into the air, Ashley quickly runs up for a man-to-man full court press because 8 seconds is more than enough time for the other team to score. Davies, number 2, and number 36 are all on their players in front of the baseline while number 27 and number 44 are in the back court with the posts of the opposing team. 7, the other team is having difficulty getting the ball in since the Cobras press has been perfected over the season. 6, Davies and number 2 switch players when they are screened. 5, there's only two seconds left before a 5 second violation. 4, the girl with the ball screams at her teammates to move and get open. 3, the ref blows his whistle and the Cobras get the ball with 3 seconds to go left, under their basketb, all they have to do is get the ball in. Ashley takes the ball out and screams "GO!" The clock is stopped due to the violation so she has to pass it in before it will start. She passes it quickly to number 27 on the short corner, who holds it tightly and pivots to keep girls off of her. 2, 1, BUZZ!

All of the girls cheer as they run to line up on the baseline to shake hands. After telling everyone good game, they huddle in the center court for a celebratory scream before heading off towards the locker room.

"All I can say ladies is... 6-0!"

Ashley's walking through the gym to get to her car. She makes her way to walk in front of the cheerleaders who stay after an half an hour or so to stretch and discuss their next practice.

"Nice work as usual, ladies." She stops short to compliment the 'ever so attractive' cheerleaders, when she really just does it to look at Spencer Carlin. Ashley was pleasantly surprised when the blonde, who usually avoids her at all costs, responded to her.

"You too, Davies." Blue eyes roam over a tight, tanned body conveniently revealed by a blue cut-off t shirt. Slowing moving up from taut abs to deep brown eyes gleaning with confidence, Spencer smirks at the brunette. "Who know lesbians make great athletes."

Two can play at that game, blondie.

Ashley also does a leisurely once over of the girl standing in front of her. Only she does it with her tongue darting out sensually to lick her lips.

"You have no idea how athletic I can be, Carlin." The brunette husks before winking and walking off to her car.