Basketball Drip Novels & Stories

Sprinting as fast as she could, she dribbled toward her own basket. Reaching the hoop, she leapt high and hurled the ball toward the ring. When she landed from the jump, she lost her balance and fell to the floor. From where she sat, she watched the ball she had thrown roll around the rim. She nearly called on every gods she knew, silently praying for it to drop in, but after a few spins, it slipped out on its own. Jerome caught it swiftly. She didn’t even try to fight for it anymore, letting him make the shot. Disappointment kept her from standing up. She lay flat on the court floor, exhausted and full of regret, her breath coming hard while sweat drenched her entire body.

Dre wailed as he squeezed his legs tighter and closer to subdue the building pressure of his body fountain. “Babe, I told you, you could go behind the tree. Now how can I stop in the middle of a highway !! It is too dangerous,” Xeon cooed. Where the fuck does this man get so much patience from, to talk to this pissy bucklehead ? “I am dying in here,” Dre whined again as he gripped his knees so tight as if his life depended on how much blood supply could he block from flowing to his lower leg. “I have a clothes peg (clip) with me. I can clip it on your d*ck nozzle to prevent it from leaking,” I suggested with a wicked chuckle.

It was basketball, not military training. So, finally, here I am. On the court. Half naked, even though my body is sexy as fuck, but still. My dignity. I go get the ball, ignoring the snickers from the others. I'm sleep deprived and my finger is still throbbing. Prolly going to go numb soon. I bounce it and aim to throw it into the net. That doesn't fucking work, because I fall. I slip on someone's sweat and fall right on it. "Matheos 2, stop the games and fucking shoot this ball. And they said you're talented like your brother."

It had a bulge where plaster met old copper, a belly where there shouldn’t be one. She couldn’t hear the drip over her own bubble-noise. But the drip started anyway. A bulge widened by a fraction. One bead of water formed and swelled and fell. It landed on a junction box bolted to a crossbeam—blue tape, electrician’s scrawl, dust. The drop slid into the seam. The box ticked. Jasmine didn’t see it. She switched to breaststroke, slicing through the flat turquoise like a knife through a hard jelly.

Something that only friendship can get from an enemy in a match. Time is running out, and they get the same 4 draws. Natty also dribbled the ball and then with her flagship lay-up technique she scored the 5th point which closed their match. Drake, who was already exhausted, could only smile broadly and give his thumbs up, acknowledging Natty’s greatness in playing basketball.

The thin, transparent gown did nothing to hide the tiny bikini underneath, as the cold metal of the nipple clips bit into my tender flesh with each shallow breath I took. The chains attached to them swayed, a heavy, ticking pendulum against my bare stomach. I could feel every stare, the shocked, the lewd, the hungry, scorching my skin. This is it. This is how I beat Sally. Carl, gave me a thumbs-up from behind the handheld camera. “We’re live the moment we start,” he said. “Thousands of people could be watching.” A guy across the aisle pointed at Carl’s phone. “Wait… are you streaming her?”

Eliakim Pespiration dripped down my face, down to my neck and my under arms as I rapidly bounced the ball thrice and dribbled pass my opponents aggressively. Another opponent from my right, Yusuf, made to take the ball, but I quickly did an ankle breaker crossover to my left. Where Kunle was and made to pass the ball to him, but he was damn sluggish and less calculating so I changed my mind and dribbled down the court, with my heart thumping loudly in my chest. When I was quite close to the opponents net, I didn't jump, I just threw the ball and watched as it glided through the net and bounced on the floor. Yeah, I was that good. We were ten in Number who had arrived at the basketball court

Rocky said with a shy smile when asked. Though it is clear that he is not comfortable with his shirt because it accentuates the distended part of his stomach. When taking the credits subject Debbie did not feel confident that she could do it and get good grades. Although can do smooth dribbling, she actually can not play basketball. There are three categories for which grades will be taken. Pass, shoot dan lay-up. Debbie passes well, yes what is difficult with passing the ball. Thing that she worries about is shoot and lay-up. Debbie has been practicing while waiting for her turn to be called for a test. But none of the shots came in. Same with lay-up. The Lay-up that she did was too weak, n

Bleeding sweat onto the court like it could somehow rinse her memory out of me. I started with drills. Fast, sharp, deliberate. Then suicide runs. Pushups. Jump shots. Layups. Dunk after dunk until my arms shook and my lungs burned. By the time the others started trickling in, I was drenched in sweat, shirt soaked through, muscles screaming. But it was a good scream. A focused one. Like they knew I was finally listening to them instead of to the ghost of her voice in my head. "Damn, Noah!" Jamal grinned as he stepped onto the court. "You trying to make the rest of us look lazy or what?"

I could spend the whole day looking at them, but that would be considered an awkward obsession. They were all gathered in the basketball court, their fancy and designer sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Sweat dripped down their brows as they ran drills, passing the ball and shooting hoops. The sun was shining and it made the weather hot. The scent of fresh-cut grass filled the air. It was like a scene from a movie, except these boys were hotter than most movie characters.