Ariana Moves on Chapter 1

Previously in the Ariana Series

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The Chicago Sky is a WNBA team. This story is complete fiction.

Ariana Moves On

Ari, which was the nickname her intimates were accustomed to, stayed with Katie throughout their time at ULCA. They had been talking marriage all along, and they were set on following through sometime in the first couple of years after graduation.

Ari also stuck with cheerleading and became one of two captains her junior year. She was the guiding light to lesbians around the cheer teams, and for good reason. She was very personal to the girls, some would say "touch feely" for, while she was faithful to Katie, Ari got is a kiss here, and lick there. But the end, her job was to be a leader, and she led.

She stayed was on campus taking classes the summer before Senior year. She went for a run of four miles and stopped halfway through on a hill that looked down on UCLA campus. She was stretching, getting ready for her run home to the apartment she shared with Katie. Suddenly, she got a little introspective. She held out her arms toward the campus, like Moses at the Red Sea. She didn't know what the inspiration was, but got a case of the chills. Ari suddenly saw the next few years laid out before her, and she was at peace with the vision. A little voice told her to quit the cheer team and to marry Katie as soon as was practical. Attend to her studies, and the grades would follow. She had sacrificed herself for UCLA, it was time to act in her best interest.

She met with coach Martin of the Cheer Squad and told her that June.

"You're sure you want to go through with this, forgo your captaincy your senior year," said the coach. "We could just have you do football, and..."

"I'm sure. My GPA has dipped some, and it's time to focus on studies," said Ari. "Believe me, it's not easy. I'm going to miss you and the girls like crazy, but I really want to graduate on time and over 3.5."

"Come here then," said Coach Martin. "It has been an honor to work with you. You're my best-ever captain, and I'm going to miss you. A lot. She broke down and cried, and Ari did too. She hugged her and they kissed on the lips, something they had been accustomed to when meeting in private. Ari snuck in a feel of her perfect ass and her big tits. Hmmm.

"You're also the sweetest girl," said Coach Martin. "I'd love to share my bed with you, but that will have to wait until you're a civilian."

"I'd like that, a lot," said Ari. "I've got your home number. Please give me some time to settle into the student role, and we'll get tighter then. Maybe with one or two of the girls, or not."

"Don't worry about a thing," said Coach Martin. "I'll type up a Letter of Recommendation and send it to you. I'll do that today."

Ari missed cheer team, a lot. She loved the girls and they loved her back; sort of like what she had going on in high school. She'd miss the tea parties and everything else that went on. It was all good. She graduated on time, with her peers. She ended up with a 3.6 gpa.

*****

For their senior year, Katie was drafted to play in the WNBA by the Chicago Sky. She really felt she that she could make a go of it. Amazingly, she remained free of serious injury, a condition that plagues many stars of college women's basketball. She reported right away to the Sky, for their season was already underway (and she had only 2 classes and they did not require her to be in Los Angeles. Same for Ari.

During her days at UCLA, she had developed a few relationships with other pro ball players, so she was well-acquainted with the lesbian vibe of the locker room.

On her first day with the sky, after the physical and the other minutiae involved with becoming a WNBA player, she was in the locker room before a shootaround, early. She heard the sound of a flushing toilet and out came the team captain, Amber Johnson.

"Hi, Katie, you're here early," said Amber. "I should have known: you, a straight-A student and honorable mention All-American."

"Yeah, I just wanted to get some practice in before the shootaround," said Katie.

"That's my girl," said Amber. "Word was that you're a very dedicated player. Say, would you take a look at a sore muscle on my leg for me." The stunningly beautiful bronze goddess had only a sports bra and panties on, and lifted her leg to the bench, next to Katie. But not before taking off her Victoria's Secret panties and revealing her silky-smooth pussy.

"Somewhere about here," said Amber, indicating an area on her thigh just a couple of inches from her sex. "Kiss it, darling. Make it feel better."

Katie loved the aroma of the lesbian: flowers, honey, and women's scent, and gladly put her mouth on the captain's leg, playing along with the seduction. As she leaned in to her captain, the smell of Amber's arousal was intoxicating. She was kissing her boo boo, making it better, making it go away. Amber had taken off her sports bra, and her big tits poured out. Katie had shed her clothes as well, revealing the perfect body of the 5'-11" point guard.

"Ahh, that's close," murmured Amber. "Maybe move closer to the center, you know, my cunt."

Katie giggled quietly, and reached for Amber's tits with her big right hand. Stroking, grabbing, pinching those perfect melons.

She knew that the team had a "welcome" ritual, and, rather than getting uptight about it, she was going with the flow, and loving every second of it. She slowly and happily kissed Amber's pussy, and then, let her tongue enter the captain's smooth cunny. Amber let out a low moan.

Since she was so focused on pleasing Amber, she hadn't noticed that another woman, just as beautiful, was next her. Terry Smith was a white forward on the team, and along with Amber, the team's co-captain.

"Oh, that's it, you're a fast learner, too," said Terry. "You really weren't here for extra practice, were you? You were here to give the captains of the team some love, love that only a star UCLA point guard could dish out." Terry's pussy was smooth, and it was big. Katie welcomed her by grabbing her nice C Cup tits and kissing her on the lips.

She forgot about Ari for a while and drifted willingly into her team's ritual. "Surely, you'll forgive me baby. This is just what they do," she thought.

Ari had already forgiven her, and reluctantly given the OK to participate in the hazing, but only the hazing. She realized she would go crazy otherwise, having a partner that regularly cheated.

Amber, who had been carrying on the "injury" charade, quickly dispensed with the game and got into a 3-way with her star rookie, herself sitting down on Katie's mouth. Katie was laying face-up on the bench, with Terry lapping vigorously at her pussy.

The girls were just so horny and smelling so sweet, so delish. Katie decided she would love to do them in their bedroom, in an orgy, with all the girls from their team. She really wanted to show that she was "one of the girls" and with her big tongue was working hard at bringing Amber off.

Terry was herself an expert cunt-licker, and Katie was cumming before long. She was just so excited about the game tonight and getting a $160,000 salary from the club that a minor thing like making love to the two co-captains she would have had an orgasm if all she was doing was giving Amber head.

When both she and Amber had cum, Katie quickly traded places with Terry to give her cunt a delicious tonguing. "Oh, so wet, so fucking delicious," she thought. "I love me some smooth WNBA pussy." The women had an excellent diet, and it came through their pussies in fragrances that she was used to.

Within fifteen minutes or so all three women had had orgasms. Oh, one of the glorious perks of playing in the WNBA.

Amber held Katie in her arms and was giving her little kisses. When they were done and whispered to her, "Welcome to the team, sweetie. If you ever need a break from your girlfriend, Ari, ring me. I'll send you my phone number, and I'd appreciate yours too. I know how it is. The travel and everything."

Terry also squeezed her tightly and said, "you'll be a great addition to our team. We're all for each other, meeting the needs of each player. You'll see, even the straight girls appreciate some hugs and kisses."

"Those two honeys are such fine girls. This team isn't going to be a problem," thought Katie. "God, this is what I signed up for."

*****

She had been on the floor for twenty minutes, practicing free throws during the open practice. She shot 101 free throws every day, lifted weights, and ran steps religiously too. It was the sort of thing that separated her from the average WNBA player. The discipline. She didn't even think about it, except in the 4^th quarter when so many flagged and she was full of energy.

"Look at her, the star rookie, trying to impress the coaches," said Valerie Larkin, loud enough for her teammates to hear.

Katie was on her second lap around the Wintrust Arena, and in her headphones was a motivational podcast, so she didn't hear the snide comment. She thought three laps would do it for today. At UCLA she normally did five laps, sprinting up the stairs, and then walking down and on to the next one, even on game day. If there was team running, she would do that too. She was the best conditioned athlete on the team.

They had a home game that evening with the girls from Seattle. Their head coach didn't think she'd play, but she wanted to be fresh in case her number was called. Katie was "greenlighted" by the coaches for any reasonable conditioning that she could fit in. For the first season she would be a defensive specialist. Her mission: to shut down the other team's point guard. She would need to draw on her big edge in conditioning to hang with the speedy point guards in the League.

"If I was you, I'd leave her alone," said Amber. "We could use more of her go-getter attitude around here."

"I'm just sayin'," said Valerie.

"You know what her nickname was at UCLA? Fourth Quarter Jensen. She was a beast in the fourth quarter of games, after chalking up the most minutes for the Bruins in the first three quarters. I'm just sayin'." Valerie, known as a talker, went silent.

*****

It was hard at first for Ari. She would live in Chicago, aptly named the Windy City. It took something to get used to the weather in the Midwest. Ice, snow, rain: weather that the layers of clothing would not compensate for. For now she was going to stick it out.

She was going to pursue writing, so she was effectively self-employed. She had a passion for YA (Young Adult) fiction, and she could work from anywhere. That would allow Ari to accompany Katie on most road trips. She planned on bringing her computer to most games to sneak in a little writing.

In retrospect, Ari was happy with her decision to forgo cheer team her senior year and concentrate on academics. She finished with a 3.6 GPA, pretty respectable, given the demands on her time.

Of the thirteen players on the Sky, nine of them were gay girls, and the straight girls were totally supportive of the lesbian atmosphere. They sort of had to be in order to get along. The coach was a lesbian, many of the support staff and execs were lesbian. Katie just luxuriated in the at home feel of the team, of the locker room.

Ari curbed her desire for female companionship when she met Katie. And somewhere along the way stopped keeping track of the number of girls she had fucked. Katie was her future.

Katie went to their condo after the shootaround. Ari was so glad to see her she jumped in her arms when she entered.

"How was it, tell me all about it," said Ari. They're condo was less than a half mile from Wintrust Arena, so that Katie was home at 10:45. "You can talk while I'm in the kitchen, my love."

Ari was in the kitchen and got a glass and filled it up with the original lemon-lime Gatorade and several lemon and lime slices. She brough it out to Katie, who was effusive in her appreciation. She also had some cookies on a plate as well, and Katie popped one in her mouth. It was part of Katie's post-game ritual.

"Well after being fucked by both of the captains, it was all downhill from there," laughed Katie. "Amber and Terry both had orgasms, so it was good for them, and I did too, after a fashion. But otherwise entirely forgettable."

"Let me guess," said Ari. "It was part of a hazing ritual, which we discussed. No big deal." She said that, but as she did, she prayed that Katie did not enjoy it too much. Enjoyed those girls, the captains and their shaved pussies, too much.

The only other negative was that some of the girls are disappointed in me," said Katie. "They say I `work too hard.' So far, the captains are backing me. In fact, I was told later that Amber got in the face of one of them."

"But, otherwise, I'm working on my shot, and trying not to make a fool out of myself," laughed Katie.

"I'm just not that impressed yet with the WNBA," said Katie. "The girls are big and physical, and they know all the tricks. Anyway, I don't expect to play tonight. The first few games are going to be a watch and learn. What are they going to do with Caitlyn Clark? I'll probably be stuck covering that bitch. I don't know, it should be interesting."

"But that's what you expected, isn't it?" said Ari. "Take it slowly, and have fun with the girls, when you can. Really get to know them."

"Yep. The captains said my work ethic will probably wear off of the team," said Katie. "Anyway, let's go out after the game. Some of the girls may want join us, or have us join them. So, I'd ask you to be flexible. Either way, we're going out. And keep your gaydar and your common-senso-meter alive. In fact, we don't even need to sit together. If we get separated, stay alert for Valerie Larkin. She was the one who commented on my running extra."

"You got it honey," said Ari. "I'm so flexible that I can touch my toes. Witness this."

She was standing and picked up one leg and grabbed the toes, instead of stretching, like its usually done.

"Ha, ha. Just like me, a trouble maker," said Katie. "Come here, you."

The two made out, and shed their clothes while doing so. Katie needed to shed some of her "first game" jitters.

They were both excited as Katie fell onto the bed holding Ariana. "Whoo, good thing there's a bed here or I might not be playing tonight," said Katie. At his point in their relationship Ari knew everything about Katie, and how to please her. Well, almost everything. This would be about Katie, and Ari knew it, and was glad to "serve" her before her first game.

But there was something about her hazing story, that Ari couldn't quite get over. She dove into the lovemaking though, and pleased Katie. It was a "quickie" so that Katie could take a nap. Ari got on her knees and pulled Katie's pants down and her panties too. Katie was freshly shaven and Ari appreciated that. She was not wet, and Ari had noticed this in the last couple weeks. Is she attracted to someone else?

After that she found herself going through the motions. Sure, she knew how to get a girl off. With her big tongue she got Katie wet, and licked up a storm. After they got naked, Ari was exploring Katie's body, giving it her best. Her pussy, her clit, her ass, her breasts. Katie came, or seemed to. Ari could not be sure. She moved up and snuggled with her and they both fell asleep.

*****

It was the fourth quarter, and the ball game was tight. Their coach called Katie to go into the game, and urged her to cover their point guard who had scored 12 points, above her average of 7. Also, she told Katie to shoot, if an opportunity presented itself.

She was only going to be in for two minutes but was all over Turner, the Storm's point guard, holding her scoreless and forcing two bad passes, one of which went out of bounds, and the other a Sky forward picked off. As point guard she is usually involved with passing and facilitating the other players trying to score, and on offense she did that very well. But there was one opportunity for Katie created when Turner tripped on a screen, leaving Katie alone at about the free throw line.

She did what came natural to her: a twisting layup, down the center of the lane, on Seattle's 6'-5" center. She made a statement, with the center offering no resistance to the audacious floater the Katie lifted over her outstretched arms. It was a "Hello, I'm Katie and I'm here to play and to win. Be seein' you around." In stead of playing two minutes, she was in for five minutes and held Turner scoreless. She felt really good about her first game.

But you'd never know it. She was cool, frosty cool, and all business. There was no celebrating the bucket. No acknowledgement by her teammates, except the hands extended as she walked to her place again on the end of the bench.

Ari didn't get it on camera, but it seemed like there was some photographer types huddled on the floor behind the basket that were constantly taking pics. After the game she made a beeline for them.

"Hey, did anyone see the shot that my girlfriend Katie made, #21" said Ari, "I'd like to ask if I could get ahold of the pic, if anyone took one."

"I did, and I'm looking for it now," said the photographer in the tight black leather pants, that seemed to be painted on, and expensive-looking white blouse. "Here it is, come here and I'll give you a look at it..."

The girl had her camera out to show Katie, who was blown away by the photorealistic image. But then again, she was blown away by the photographer. She was used to being the hottest chick in every situation.

"Damn, that is a good look, the pic that is," said Ari. "No wonder you're a professional. Sorry, my name is Ariana, and I'm Katie's girlfriend."

"Hi, I'm Sandra," said the photographer. As she said that, she touched Ari on the arm and smiled. "I'm the photographer for the team. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other."

"That would be great," said Ari, just a little flustered by the siren photog. "I've actually made a friend, and a beautiful one at that!"

"You're too kind. Really, any friends and family of the players is a friend of mine," said Sandra.

"Katie and I have been dating since freshman year," said Ari. "You know, love at first sight." She sounded like a rookie's girlfriend! Ari is never flustered, but the girl had her all discombobulated.

"That's cool. For the pic, I'll have to clear it with the corporate staff," but it shouldn't be a problem. You'll just have to sign some form that it's only for your private use; we can't have this image showing up in some trade rag, if you follow me."

"I do, I'm a writer," said Ari. "I know how this stuff works."

"A writer, eh," said Sandra. "That's interesting. I know we lost the team writer this week. Would you be interested?"

"Yes, I'm very interested. In the writing position," Ari said. She looked the twenty-five-year-old photographer up and down. Then, she looked away, and realized she was hot, smoking hot, with beautiful brown eyes, and full lips. Just Ari's type. "O god, what am I going to do?"

"I'll be coming to all her games, at least the ones in Chicago," said Ari. "We should make an effort to hook up for drinks or dinner. It will be my pleasure to buy for you. To thank you for capturing her first WNBA basket."

"And to fuck you, you beautiful team photographer," Ariana thought. "You with your deep red lipstick covering your kissable pillowy lips, and your fingernails, with color matching your lips, so beautifully adorning your `just pedicured' hands. And a slender frame that carries it all so well. O God, here I go."

Sandra was feeling Ari too. She thought, "Wow, the bronze goddess, hair so beautifully falling around her face, with her big almond-shaped eyes, brown of color. So fuckable."

They were looking at each other, judging the beauty before them when Sandra spoke up, "I would be honored," said Sandra. "Let's plan on it. You know the ball players are really busy. We should just do it by ourselves. I can give you all the inside scoop, if you know what I mean. Go ahead and put your contact information in my phone."

Ari quickly typed her information, then handed it back.

"Let's see," said Sandra. "Katie's gorgeous girlfriend. That helps identify you."

Ari didn't blink. Instead, she grabbed Sandra's arm and pulled her in for a quick kiss. On the lips. There were all kinds of people milling about, so no one especially took note of two extremely hot fillies kissing. Not at a WNBA game. Sandra pulled away, and quickly looked in Ariana's eyes. She read longing and lust. She felt the same way, and her eyes betrayed her feelings. Damn, the first game.

"Well, I've got to go see Katie now, but let's get something on the calendar soon," she said. "By the way, I live just a few blocks away from Wintrust. Near some of her teammates."

"One word of advice," said Sandra. "Tread carefully, with eyes wide open, with the girls on the team. If you follow me."

"Judging by Katie's first day, I'm with you on that," said Ari.

*****

After the game the head coach took her aside and told her, "Nice job rookie. You tied Turner up. You quickly sized her up and then put on a defensive display. I could tell, she was responding to you at the end of your five minutes. Let's work on that. You've got great potential to be a disruptor out there. See you at practice tomorrow."

Ari was standing only ten feet away, and heard it all. She got goose flesh from the coach's encouragement.

"Hey, baby hey, good game," said Ari, softly, proudly.

"Well, we got the "W", and that's what counts," said Katie. "It looks like Monica and Tess are coming with us to celebrate. They're a couple on the team and they live right around the corner from us. Ah, here they are."

A couple of 6'-3" forwards stood waiting off to the side. Monica was a blonde, originally from the Dallas area, and her girlfriend was a sexy light-skinned black girl, originally from San Diego. They were starters on the team.

"Is this your girlfriend?" asked Monica. Her eyes became fiery when she saw Ari as did Tess's.

"Yes, Monica and Tess, this is Ariana, my girlfriend," said Katie, with the look of pride in her eyes.

"Hi, nice to meet you," the ballplayers said.

"And me, you," said Ariana. "I can't play the game, but I've watched it passionately for years. You guys seemed to play together, for each other. So awesome to watch. Anyway, a win is a win."

They went out to Rosemont and had dinner and drinks, and Ubered home. The evening was so special for Katie, and they all parted as friends. However, at dinner, Monica was playing footsie with her, rubbing her legs slowly, up and down. She had been warned by Sandra.

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