Laura bounced the ball as she walked onto the court, this was echoed by a second ball bouncing. Looking up, she saw a tall but muscular boy, maybe a year older than she was, shooting hoops at the opposite end. For some reason, she decided to head over to his hoop, avoiding the empty one right next to her.
She could feel him watching her as she prepared for a shot from the freethrow line. Bouncing the ball twice as was her habit, she bent her legs, consequently sticking her ass out, bobbed up and down for a moment before springing up and extending her arm. Her D-cup breasts heaved and bounced like basketballs themselves, distracting her as she scored a swish. 'This will take some getting used to.' She thought, glancing down at herself.
"Nice shot." The boy commented with a grin.
"Thanks." Laura replied shyly, blushing.
"If you want, I can show you how well I can score?"
"Go ahead." Laura said, gesturing at the hoop. It wasn't until after the swish was scored that she realised what he had meant. "Oh! Sorry." She said with a giggle. "I swear I'm part blonde sometimes."
"It's alright, I have that effect on people. I'm Brett." He said, stepping close to her.
"L-Laura." She felt her heart racing. Inside, Harry tried to resist, to tell her body to move away. Why did she feel like this over Brett? She was a guy, wasn't she? Looking her large breasts and wet pussy begged to differ.
Brett reached her and lifted the singlet over her head. Harry was suddenly pushed aside as Laura's body's natural instincts took over. Strange new thoughts flooded his head - feminine thoughts. She was suddenly proud of her golden brown tan as Brett's hands worked their way over her curvy body. But she was even more proud of her breats, as Brett's hands worked them over like putty. A hot, sultry moan escapes her lips and she knew her shorts were soaked by her juices. Laura turned to butter, willingly stripping off as Brett worked his mouth over her.
With one last surge of effort, Harry tried to reclaim control. Did it work?