Around 12:30 a.m., scattered around the livingroom floor in sleeping bags, we dozed off. Sometime later, I felt somebody's body next to mine. I opened my eyes and saw Denise Hawkes hovering over me. She had apparently opened my sleeping bag and then my pajama top. She saw me waking up and reflexively whispered an apology. She began to scoot away. I reached out and caught her body with my left arm. "Come here Denise," I said insistently in a low voice. "Dawn, I'm so sorry," she countered in a whispy tone. "It's okay sweety, relax," I urged. I pulled her ear closer to mine. "I'm bi, honey. So I'm cool if you're gay," I informed her. "Come over to my house after we leave later this morning and we can talk about it." "Are you mad?" she feared. I chuckled. "No," I smiled. I kissed her, rebuttoned my top and zipped myself back into the sleeping bag and carried on with my slumber.

We all got up at 8 a.m., groomed ourselves, got dressed and ate breakfast. I flashed Denise before finally closing my bra, which made her laugh. She was 17 and had a car, so she drove a couple of the girls home and then we went to my place. Denise was very much a tomboy and my gaydar went off when I initially met her. She had short curly hair and usually wore jeans and longsleeve shirts. Staturewise, she was around 5'4" and 110 pounds with A cups. "Have you done that to any of the other girls?" I asked. "No.you  were so gorgeous that I just couldn't resist wanting another peek," she giggled. "Likely story," I snarked. "I also thought how hot it was that your game is so powerful." "Yeah, I had an inkling that you were a lesbian when I met you. But it wasn't any of my business, so I didn't push it. Anyway, you're pretty cute. Are you usually the top in the relationship?" "Yeah. I usually go for femme girls rather than dykes." "Well listen honey, I'm not into relationships at this moment. I just kind of like being a free agent. But you're welcome into my bed anytime." "Great!" she smiled. She asked me what it was like to have a penis inside of me and what I got out of being with boys because guys had never really excited her. She was out to her parents in middle school, though it was her mom who approached her about it.

"Well sweety, do you want to go upstairs to bed?" I invited. She agreed and I led her by the hand up there. "Where are your parents?" she inquired. "They don't live with me." "So you live alone?" 'Yeah, but don't tell anybody," I implored. She assured me she wouldn't and we settled into my bed, with her on my right. I turned on to my side and snuggled up against her. She put her arm around my shoulders and our lips made contact, the softness of the pecks feeling emotionally sweet. She pushed me on to my back and straddled me, pulling my tank top up to my neck and separating the clasp off my bra to see my tits. She placed both hands on those boobs and leaned over and resumed kissing me, her fingers flicking and rubbing my nipples. She gently tugged on my milk ducts with her fingertips for a couple of minutes and then moved her head into my cleavage, kissing and sucking on my sternum before sliding over to my left nipple, where she distended it very pleasurably by suckling it.

I yanked on the back of her shirt several times to get it out of her jeans and ran my hands underneath it to unsnap her bra while my eyes remained closed to focus on the sensations she was generating inside me.  She sat up and unbuttoned that shirt and tossed it on the floor before also shed her bra, exhibiting her very cute bite sized bazooms. I fondled them and told her how beautiful they were. She rubbed them against my headlights when she kissed me again, her little nipples bumping mine. She pulled away to peel my pants off of me and subsequently added my panties to the pile of abandoned clothing, too, rendering me naked. "Fuck Dawn, you're even more gorgeous than I imagined!!" she burbled.

Denise then did away with the garments that were concealing her hips, crotch and legs. She had a cute little curly bush that was the same color as the hair on her head. She rearranged herself so that we were in a 69 position and we set about pleasing each other with our mouths and tongues, my licker trailing up and down her vertical smile to sample the flavor of her wetness. It eventually slithered down to her clit, where I attempted to dart my tongue at it and then suck it. My tongue forced its way into her inner clit under her labia and she enjoyed that a lot, as she started panting while I was writhing from the tongue strikes against my own nubbin. I kept flipping my tongue at her clit and then tracing a trail  around the hood and pressing against it. She was doing an equally enthusiastic job on mine and we were both definitely getting there, each of us panting pleasurably at our ministrations.

I forced Denise on to her back and slipped down toward the end of the bed and dove in to her moist slot before replacing my tongue with my fingers and vacuum sealing her clit wit my lips. I strummed her g spot and, slid my tongue all over the good spots and mixed in some sucking action. She was back at the tipping point both vaginally and clitorally. She took a deep breath like she had the wind knocked out of her and expelled an equally large volume of air. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!" she testified as the rush of sensations tore through her like a prairie fire on a breezy day.

She scooted her body toward the headboard to get away from my mouth and fingers while directing me to lay down on my back. She slid in between my legs and docked her cunt on mine. We rocked and pumped our hips, her pubic hair tickling my barren groin as we mutually stimulated our clits, my breasts bouncing and swinging, which I'm sure was a very seductive sight for Denise. Her slim body and darling little tits was pretty hot for me, too, and up, up, up the heat within us rose until the waves of pleasure broke on our shores and flooded our senses with endorphins.

"Do you have a strap on, Dawn?" Denise asked with a wicked smile. "No, but if you want a penis I can get one here in about five minutes," I laughed. "I guess the next time I see you I'll have to bring mine," she rejoindered, giggling. We cuddled each other for a while. It was now getting to be almost noon. My cellphone rang. It was Ryan. "Hey babe, how was your sleepover?" "It was fun, sweety. What are you doing right now?" "Just vegging. You want to come over?" "Yeah, I do. I have some good news for you, too." "What's that?" "I'll tell you when I get there. I'm going to bring one of my teammates with me. Is that okay?" "No prob. See ya in a few." "Bye honey!"

Denise and I dressed and went over to Ryan's. "Oh, hey Denise! How are ya babe?" "Good, Ryan. How about you?" "Not too shabby." "You guys know each other?" "Yeah, she's in one of my classes. So what's the good news, Dawn?" We sat down on the livingroom couch. "Well you know Lisa James? She totally wants to get with you," I giggled. "Yeah, I've caught her staring at me occasionally, but she's never tried to talk to me, so I didn't know for sure if she was into me." "She has pretty awful musical taste, though, sweety. "Yeah, most girls do," Ryan acknowledged. "But she's pretty cute. Thanks for the hook up, Dawn." "No biggie, baby. We can talk more about it later." "Cool."

"So what's the deal with you guys?" Denise wanted to know. "We're good friends and fuck buddies, basically," I told her. "Yeah. We're into some of the same kind of music and she's really chill, so even if we weren't bumpin' uglies, we would still be friends. Actually Denise, it's too bad you're gay because you're pretty cool, too. I wish you were straight so I could take you out." "So you knew she was a lesbian?" "Duhhhhhh. Unless you're a complete dumbass it's pretty obvious, don't you think?" "I don't think it's THAT obvious. There are tomboys who are straight." "Whatever. Come over and say 'hey' at school sometime, Denise." "I will, Ryan. Thanks."

Ryan took us up to his bedroom. While he looked for a cd to put on, I sat up against the headboard in his bed and had Denise park herself next to me. I put a pillow between my legs and had Ryan lay his head on it. The cd was Between the Buried and Me's "The Great Misdirect." Denise wrapped her arms around my hips and leaned her head on  my shoulder. We aimlessly chatted for a few hours and then we went over to my house, where I made them and me dinner. Denise returned home and Ryan spent the night in my bed. I also talked to him about handling Lisa and what part of her attraction to him likely was, that because he was able to sleep with me he didn't seem desperate to get with anyone. I also impressed on him that if he and Lisa became a couple he and I could no longer sleep together.

Monday, at practice, I hipped Lisa to the fact that Ryan was interested. She was stoked. I told her to just go up to him after the class she had with him and complete the hookup. She did so Tuesday and they were holding hands at lunch when I joined them, Ronnie and Dustin. We had an away game that night and, after annihilating our opponent, I talked to her on the way back about how to not be a pain in the ass to Ryan.

We won our conference's title and I was named both league and county Player of the Year. To get a little ahead of the story, though, we buzzsawed through the county tournament, but got our clocks cleaned by the representative for the L.A. region during the state tournament. They had players who were bigger and just as strong as I was, except more of them. Thus, we got some of our own medicine, having done to us what we did to our local rivals. We went into the loser's bracket and trounced our second opponent of the tournament, but then lost the match after that in five games and were sent home. If you're realistic about your abilities, this result was perfectly predictable. I didn't like losing because, who does, but that's life.