A Girl Named Thumper

A Girl Named Thumper
by jallen944 ©

Part 1

Ethan dribbled past an imagineary defender, cut back left moving as fast as he could, rose into the air with the ball in his right hand, and slammed it through the hoop. For a moment he hung by his right hand from the ten foot high rim, then dropped to his feet and picked up the bouncing ball.

The sun that afternoon was blindingly bright, but a cool breeze made the heat easily tolerable. Sweat dripped from his browser. He had removed his shirt shortly after stepping outside. His shorts were loose and baggy, and the black spandex shorts he wore beneath them prevented his penis from flopping around when he jumped.

Ethan dribbled again, started forward and pulled up for a jump shot, which came down on the rim, bounced up and fell through. He scooped up the ball again and dribbled out to the edge of the sidewalk, which he always used as an out of bounds. He looked up and caught the eye of a young girl as she was walking by. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. She smiled at him.

“Hi,” Ethan said.

“Hi,” she said back. “That was a nice shot.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said. His interest was growing by the moment. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place a name with her face. She had high cheesebones, pouty, full lips and a beautiful figure. Her straight auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was tied with a white ribbon. She was wearing loose jeans that sort of hung on the curve of her seductive hips without the help of a belt, in a way that suggested they might fall off if she wasn’t careful. The two swollen frames of her breasts jiggled when she walked and pushed out the front of her t-shirt, which was cut off above her navel and hung like a curve over her flat belly. The collar of the t-shirt was cut open in a V in the front, displaying a small amount of her pleasant cleavage, which moved teasingly in andout of view. Ethan was teased. The way her nipples rose to distinct points beneath the fabric and gave away her arousal probably meant that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Do you want to play?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t play basketball,” she said demurely.

“Maybe you like to play other things,” he suggested.

“I might.” She blushed. Her hands went into her pockets and almost pushed her loose jeans right off her hips. There was a wide enough gap between the jeans and her slender wait that he was sure he could see right down into them if he was standing close enough.

“What’s your name?” Ethan asked.

“Casey,” she replied. “But my friends call me Thumper.”

Ethan was definitely interested. “Who are your friends?”

“Boys, mostly. The ones I like to make out with.”

“You’re Casey Turner, aren’t you?” Ethan said, his eyes lighting up as her face finally registered in his memory. He was slightly shocked, to say the least. Skinny, little Casey Turner had grown up, and she was a gorgeous young woman.

“Of course, silly. You should know me.”

“I didn’t even recognize you.” He stood back and looked at her again. She looked even more fantastic. “You certainly have grown up a lot.” He looked into her eyes again. He saw in them a look of desire as she looked back at him that he had seen many times in women he knew, including his sister.

“Isn’t it too hot out here for you to be playing basketball?” she said. She reached out with her finger and touched his bare chest. “You’re all sweety.”

Ethan stood very still and let her touch. “I can think of better ways to get sweaty.”

“Me too.” She smiled again.

“Do you want to come inside?”

“I can’t. I’ve got to get home.” She sounded disappointed. She looked across the street at her house. Her father was working in the front yard with a rake. His backwas to them. “Maybe you’d like to come over to my house.”

Ethan looked across the street. “Does your father know you like to make out with boys?” he said skeptically.

She took his hand and pulled but he didn’t move. “Sure. He won’t mind. Come on.”

“Do you ever do more than make out?”

“Like what?”

“Like touch.”

She hesitated for a moment, then smiled again. “Sure. I let them touch me. If I like them enough. Do you want to touch me?”

Ethan smiled at her. He had begun to learn how innocent she really was. That only made him want her more. “Yeah, I want to touch you. I want to do more than touch you.”

Her eyes grew wide and she blushed. “Do you have a thing? I’ve never seen a boys thing. I’ve heard about them, though. I have a friend who touched one once.”

“I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours.”