Eric was laughing at her. The condescending jerk, he really thought she had no clue. She'd thought that maybe totting the ball under her armpit was laying it on too thick, but apparently not, from the way he was doubled over, mirth shining from his eyes as he snickered at her. Just because he had some fancy moves, fluid as water, he thought he was all that and more. Good for him she was so crazy about him; otherwise, she wouldn't be quite as magnanimous about him assuming superiority.
Well. The joke was on him. She'd swipe this victory from him so fast he wouldn't know what hit him. Amber hid her own smirk, letting her irritation at his laughing at her show instead. His eyes were on the wrong parts of her body, too, unless he honestly believed she'd be dribbling with her ass. She'd used the sexy-ass trick during the mini-golf game and couldn't believe Eric was already setting himself up for that bit of trickery.
Amber checked the ball, hands barely having to spring back from the impact. He'd thrown it soft and at chest level, going easy on her. Perfect. "Is that a horn-dog advance?" Amber asked as she sunk her knees slightly, bending slightly. She hadn't really warmed up; dribbling awkwardly and throwing like someone on the basketball court for the very first time didn't count. Eric seemed looser. She breathed in deep, rolling her head and neck; held out the ball in front of her as she stretched her arms, her back.
Once she felt ready, and only then, did Amber let the ball fall. Batted at it like she was scared hitting too hard would hurt her hands; might as well keep up the beginner's act for as long as Eric bought it. She was pretty sure he wouldn't make serious attempts to steal her ball for the first couple of points, at least. Amber followed the outer rim of the court slowly, turning her back to him as she did so; if he wanted ass, ass he'd get.
But, small as their section of the court was, it wasn't long before Amber got to pivot, twisting out of Eric's groping standing in for guarding, and shoot. It was a simple throw but more complicated than the previous one, since she'd done it mid-turn; the ball sailed through the air and down the hoop without any vacillation. "Wooo!" Amber cheered, thrusting her hands into the air. The cheering was as much for her as for him; let him think she was foolish for getting worked up over a point. "Point for me!" She then chased after the ball as it skidded away.
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Well. The joke was on him. She'd swipe this victory from him so fast he wouldn't know what hit him. Amber hid her own smirk, letting her irritation at his laughing at her show instead. His eyes were on the wrong parts of her body, too, unless he honestly believed she'd be dribbling with her ass. She'd used the sexy-ass trick during the mini-golf game and couldn't believe Eric was already setting himself up for that bit of trickery.
Amber checked the ball, hands barely having to spring back from the impact. He'd thrown it soft and at chest level, going easy on her. Perfect. "Is that a horn-dog advance?" Amber asked as she sunk her knees slightly, bending slightly. She hadn't really warmed up; dribbling awkwardly and throwing like someone on the basketball court for the very first time didn't count. Eric seemed looser. She breathed in deep, rolling her head and neck; held out the ball in front of her as she stretched her arms, her back.
Once she felt ready, and only then, did Amber let the ball fall. Batted at it like she was scared hitting too hard would hurt her hands; might as well keep up the beginner's act for as long as Eric bought it. She was pretty sure he wouldn't make serious attempts to steal her ball for the first couple of points, at least. Amber followed the outer rim of the court slowly, turning her back to him as she did so; if he wanted ass, ass he'd get.
But, small as their section of the court was, it wasn't long before Amber got to pivot, twisting out of Eric's groping standing in for guarding, and shoot. It was a simple throw but more complicated than the previous one, since she'd done it mid-turn; the ball sailed through the air and down the hoop without any vacillation. "Wooo!" Amber cheered, thrusting her hands into the air. The cheering was as much for her as for him; let him think she was foolish for getting worked up over a point. "Point for me!" She then chased after the ball as it skidded away.