We were often accused of being twins. Now at 20 we looked each other dead in the eye at 6 foot. I have short, straight sandy blonde hair and she has waist length, straight sandy blonde hair. In fact, the most noticeable difference is our eye color; mine being brown and hers blue. Tammy is the daughter of my father's cousin and we bear the same last name, a fact that made the assumption of being siblings common. We only ever saw each other once a year for reunions until we both got our drivers license a few years back. Tammy and I spent a lot of time together until graduation changed our schedules. Tammy is on a full-ride basketball scholarship for the state university and I am working 9 to 5 at a local factory.
Tammy played every sport she could in school until, as she put it, "my tits kept getting in the way of running" and settled on basketball. I haven't missed a home game since she made the starting squad this season. I love to watch the women play since they had a tendency to get a little more physical than the men do and I always get a bit of a chuckle and thrill watching Tammy run the floor. She has 38D tits, a moderate waist, and 36 inch flaring hips. Her very long, muscular legs go all the way up and make a nice, juicy ass of themselves. She runs like a sprinter but has the body of a model that bounces enticingly as she runs. More than once I got the impression that the opposing team was feeling her up during rebounds or when she would set an aggressive pick. Probably just my imagination but it added to the thrill of watching the game. One woman in particular seemed to pay a little more attention to Tammy than was necessary. The aggressive opposing player contrasted a lot next to Tammy. She was a mahogany skin black woman, 6'3", with slender proportions. From the looks of it I would have to say she is a B-cup. Her hips are slender but she has a nice round ass like only a sister could.
Tammy and I had made plans to spend the weekend together just hanging out at her apartment. After the game, I gave her plenty of time to get back home and settled while I ran around to pick up movies, take-out Chinese, and some cold ones. The traffic was bad after the game and consequently, I was taking longer than I wanted to. Finally I arrived at the apartment. The apartment was actually about a quarter of an old refurbished two-story house right off campus. Tammy had the back half of the ground floor. As I was walking around back of the building something in the shrub moved. I was investigating when I looked up through a crack in the curtains and saw the mahogany beauty from the game. She was dressed in a soft blue spaghetti dress that reached about mid-thigh. The transformation was breath taking having gone from ballplayer to woman. I was just admiring her long legs when I got a little upset because Tammy and I were supposed to hang out this weekend. From the looks of this woman the girls were planning to go out. Sure enough, Tammy came into the room wearing a similar outfit that was black. I was figuring my weekend was a bust as I went to the door to find out what had happened to our plans.
Tammy opened the door. The wide, glowing smile she cast me when she opened the door and said hi made me realize that no matter what her excuse was, I was going to forgive her. She rapidly explained that Daria was spending the weekend with her so they could catch up, that it was a last minute thing, would I forgive her, and could we do the weekend thing next week. Daria was an old teammate from high school that had graduated a year earlier. I forgave her, handed over the goods, and was just getting ready to split when Daria came into the kitchen and asked me to stay as well.
Although I wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing the girls took me to a college hangout where I was doing pretty good collecting phone numbers and constantly explaining I wasn't Tammy's twin. We eventually headed back to the apartment a little tipsy and laughing at everything that happened. Not being ready to quit drinking just yet, we left the Chinese food in the fridge, grabbed some beers, and were soon playing 'quarters' in the living room. The game quickly degenerated to a kind of 'truth or dare' thing. Miss the glass you had to take a dare, make a shot and the person who was drinking had to tell the truth when questioned by the thrower. I hit three in a row followed by the following questions to Daria.