Dustin had always been a wannabe jock who was never athletic enough to make the teams. Dusty had thoroughly enjoyed being the star people deferred to at practice. Okay, she knew that being the star of the women's basketball team wasn't exactly the same thing as being the star quarterback, but getting physical with the other girls, rifling crisp passes and shots, and receiving the praise of her coach was deeply satisfying.
But not quite as thrilling as the locker room afterwards. Being surrounded by all that toned, muscular unclothed female flesh was beyond fantasy. Dusty was having a hard time focusing on showering and getting dressed.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Latisha, the team's center. All the girls were acting as if they had known Dusty throughout their school careers, and Dusty found herself knowing about them as well.
"Sure, Latisha, what is it?"
"Could you kind of control your eyes? Some of the straight girls are freaking out a little bit. I mean, you can check out my butt all you want, but some of them are saying that it's like having a guy in here."
If only they knew, Dusty thought. "You really mean that?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I heard Karen saying."
"No, I meant did you really mean the part about checking out your butt all I want?"
Latisha rolled her eyes and giggled. "Girl, you are shameless!"
"Maybe we can get together after the party?"
"Hmm. . . maybe. But seriously, don't blow it here. We got a good thing going with this team. Nobody gets on our case for being queer here."
"Okay, I'll try and keep my eyes to myself more."
"Thanks." said Latisha. She turned around and walked away, then quickly turned to find Dusty's eyes focused on her backside. Latisha giggled. "Girl, what are we gonna do with you?"