Thank you for the great reviews. I will do my best to continue this story. The reason I was so detailed about the game is because I was/am a ball player lol. I played all through highschool. I doubt I will in college though. Just for fun. Here's another chapter.

Lesbians Make Great Athletes

Chapter Two

"Girl, you could totally have her."

Madison and Spencer were sitting on the blonde's bed having their ritual girl night after a girls' basketball game.

"Mads, you know that would never work out." Spencer gave a weary look.

Madison Duarte, King High's queen bitch, was Spencer Carlin's best friend and the only person in the world that knew she was gay. For such a judgemental demeanor, Madison was surprisingly supportive when Spencer came out to her. She's been there for her even more ever since. Encouraging Spencer to be herself and always having the right advice.

"Honey, that's only a small issue." Madison replied, knowing exactly what the blonde was hinting at.
"Coming out? That is not a small issue. Have you met my mother? Uh, yeah, BIG DEAL Madison!"
"Okay, okay." Madison threw her hands up in defeat. "Maybe that is a big deal. However, being friends isn't a big deal. Flirting isn't a big deal." She smiles as she speaks.
"Very true, Madison." Blue eyes sparkle before she falls asleep into yet another steamy dream of one Ashley Davies.

Spencer finds herself standing in the middle of the high school gym. Suddenly, a basketball is rolled towards her and Ashle approaches wearing only a black sports bra and matching basketball shorts. It's an antagonizingly long wait as she watches the basketball star sensually stride towards her. Deep brown eyes that are now noticably black, even from afar, bore deep into Spencer's equally dark eyes. Ashley suddenly shakes her hair, which was previously in a bun, and her dark curls fall upon her shoulders as she brushes her red bangs out of her eyes.

"Spencer." She came a step closer. "Spencer." She was now an arm length's away. "SPENCER!"

Spencer is rattled from her seductive dream by Madison shaking her violently.

"Spencer, get your horny ass up! It's time for school."
"Fuck you, Madison." She mumbles as she swings a pillow at the Latina's head.
"Chica, I'm taking a shower and you better be out of this bed when I get back!"

Spencer saunters through the quad on her way to lunch. As she passes by the basketball girls, Ashley [#10], Kyla [Ashley's sister, #36], and Carmen [#2], she notices both Ashley and Carmen are eyeing her hungrily. She can't blame them honestly. She looks hot in her so-short-jean-shorts-that-the-pockets-stick-out-of-the-bottom and her navy blue-matches-her-eyes-perfectly shirt. She sends a wink towards Ashley before heading to an empty table.

Both Ashley and Carmen turned to each other with their jaws to the floor.

"She winked at me!" They both screamed.
"No, she WINKED at ME!" They shoved each other.
"Carmen, you're freaking crazy, girl."

Ashley spoke quickly because she took off in a sprint towards Spencer and she knows Carmen will catch up quickly. She rolled her eyes because as soon as she sat down across from the blonde, Carmen did the same. However, she quickly regained her composure and set her sights on Spencer.

"So, Carlin, you think you could teach me how to move my body like you do?"
"Only if you can show me how to use your hands like you use yours."

Both Carmen and Ashley went slack-jawed another time before Carmen took the opportunity to swoon Spencer.

"Carlin, you're barking up the wrong tree. Hit me up if you actually want to score."
"Martinez, I assure you I can score all on my own whenever I wish to."
"And I assure you that, with my help, your score would be hotter."
"That's only because my shot will set your...net on fire." Spencer retorts and Carmen gulps quickly.
"Alright, alright, Carlin. You're killing us." Ashley starts with a quick glance to Carmen. "Tell Carmen, here, that you were winking at me and not her sorry-ass."
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Davies." Spencer laughs before leaving the two basketball players behind her to catch their jaws, once again.

I'm gonna need you to say something, baby. Say something, baby.

No more than five seconds had passed and Ashley's phone rang indicating a text message.

Davies, you look hot in your post-game blue cut-off.

The brunette laughed to herself while trying to remain nonchalant in front of her friend.

So you were winking at me, Carlin?

Hang out later? My place?

Sure thing, blondie.

Spencer Carlin and Ashley Davies both knew that this day would change their lives forever.

But is it for better or for worse?