Thanks again for all of the reviews, I'll try and keep the chapters coming. I have a lot of time to write while lounging in the condo and laying on the beach, lots of inspiration as well. Especially if the reviews continue.

Lesbians Make Great Athletes

Chapter 3

As Ashley pulls up to the Carlin household, she notices Spencer standing on the porch holding a basketball in her hands.

"So, Carlin, if I may be so bold to ask... Why did you invite me over this fine evening?" As she said the word 'fine' she let her eyes roam over Spencer's fine body only in a tank top and little shorts.

"I told her, Davies. You're going to teach me how to use my hands like you do and if you're lucky I'll show you how to move you body." The blonde also let her eyes run over Ashley's body that was coincidently only covered by a blue-cut off, with her black bra clearly showing, and black basketball shorts that hung a little loose.

"Alright, blondie, let's get started."

Ashley spent the next hour or so teaching Spencer the basics of basketball and Spencer wasn't catching on too quickly in all honesty.

"How about a game of PIG, Ashley?" Spencer challenged.

"Are you sure, Spencer?"
"Of course, I'll start."

The beginner then stepped back to the three-point arc, straight back from the elbow. She planted her feet shoulder-width apart, adjusted the ball in her hands, and then shocked the hell out of Ashley. Spencer had perfect form when she threw the ball up for a jumpshot. Her elbow was in, her knees were bent just right, and her follow through was the image of perfection. The ball went in, nothing but net. She went to retrieve her ball and shoved it into the brunette's hands.

"Bring it on, Davies."

"Spencer freaking Carlin, you hustled me." Ashley was shocked. "How dare you?"

"Do you know who my brother is? Glen Carlin, Hall of Fame for the Cobras. He's now playing at Duke. He taught me to play when I was around 10, Ashley. I can't believe you didn't think I could ball it up."

"I didn't think about it..." Ashley was still stunned. "Why did you invite me over then?"
"Because I love watching you handle the ball with your hands."

And with that Spencer went inside, leaving Ashley standing there stiff as a board because the girl had just short-circuited her brain.

Ashley has now made her way inside and is threatening to tickle Spencer.

"I'm not ticklish, Ashley." The blonde sticks her tongue out.

"For some reason, I don't believe you, blondie." The brunette charged.

Spencer quickly ran pstairs and into her bedrooom. Closing the door in Ashley's face, she tries to lock it. However, she's not fast enough because Ashely quickly pushes through it and in one swift move she effectively tackles Spencer onto the bed and begins to tickle her. After she's sure the blonde can't breathe at all, she pins her girl's hands down and ceases the tickle-fest.

"Say uncle." Spencer vigorously shakes her head in the negative. "Spencer. Say uncle."

Just as the girl was about to speak, the door flies open, Spencer shoves Ashley off of her and accidently onto the hard floor, and Paula walks in.

"Spencer, who's care is in the drive?"

Ashley pulls herslef up and stands awkardly beside the bed.

"Sorry ma'am, that's I need to move it?"

"No, I was just curious about the new car." Paula says curtly. "You're on the girls' basketball team, right?" She forces a smile.

"Yes, ma'am." Spencer smiles secretly to herself at how shy Ashley is around her mom.

"Spener, dinner will be ready soon." The older blonde turns and walks out the door, leaving it open.

"So that was your mom..." Ashley sits back down across from the younger blonde.

"Ugh, yes. Sorry about that." Spencer hides her face in her hands. Ashley grabs them and pulls them away from her face.

"It's cool. But I better go. Maybe my place tomorrow?" Ashley nearly pleads with her eyes as she looks directly into blue ones.

"Sure thing, Davies." Ashley gets up and heads to the door.

"Oh, and Carlin, bring your bikini so you can teach me how to move." She winks before sauntering out the door, Spencer completely staring at her house the whole way.

P.S. this may be cheesy, but i could drown in your eyes, blondie.