To Ava's understanding, Paige wasn't going to tell anybody. But by that, Paige had meant the general University of Connecticut population. Her basketball buddies were, in Paige's mind, an exception. And to Paige, nothing was wrong with telling anyways, because that simply showed how excited she was.

"Her skin was so smooth," Paige gushed to KK and Ice. Those were the only two people who she told stuff like this to. But what Paige had not known, was that Azzi was in the building. She'd been outside of the locker room, wanting to go in but having heard the conversation at hand. She knew that surely, if she opened the door, then Paige would stop talking. Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked downwards in disbelief, taking everything in. She wanted to convince herself that Paige was pranking her or something, but how would Paige have known that Azzi wanted to do a quick workout right now?

Suddenly, the rage was back. Azzi had felt so warm and cuddly when she spoke to Ava last time. But now, knowing that her original suspicions were true, she was mad. "Hey," she shot Ava a quick text, "are you busy right now? I had something I wanted to show you, but it's kind of lowkey right now so I don't want us to be in a super open area like the dining hall." Ava replied almost instantly.

"I'm by my apartment," she let Azzi know, "Regnal Hall, third floor. Room 313." Azzi hearted Ava's text, but said nothing more. Quietly, she backed away from the locker room door and made her way out.

Ava thought little to nothing about Azzi's text. She found Azzi to be sweet and didn't read her as somebody with any ulterior motives. She had just came from class not too long ago. She showered and was now wearing black leggings with a black Nike pullover. Her hair was in a low, tight bun and she was barefoot. She had yet to find any nail techs in the area so she was stuck painting her own nails for now. Currently, both her finger and toenails were white.

"Hey," Ava smiled as she opened the door. Azzi, who had been dressed for a workout: a Nike windbreaker with a black sports bra and black sweats, suddenly found herself captivated again.

"No," Azzi said, out loud, shaking her head.

"What?" Ava asked, "no what?"

Azzi shut her eyes tight, realizing she'd said that out loud. She sighed, "okay," she began, "I can't do this anymore, Ava. Did you hook up with Paige?"

Ava blankly stared at Azzi for a second, with Azzi turning her head slightly, impatiently. "Hello?"

"Is she your girlfriend?" Ava asked Azzi in response. Azzi shook her head, though reluctantly.

"No," Azzi admitted, "she isn't."

"Oh," Ava responded. "Well in that case, yes. Paige and I hooked up earlier this week."

Azzi squinted at Ava, "so you would have lied to me if I said that she was my girlfriend?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah!" Ava replied instantaneously. "You're five-eleven and jacked" Ava motioned her hand up and down at Azzi's body, "I'm not dumb."

Azzi fought every nerve in her face to not laugh. "So what's this fan club of yours really about?" Azzi asked Ava. "Was it just some manipulative way to get closer to Paige?" Ava was taken aback, rightfully so.

"Manipulative?" She asked, "how so?"

Azzi folded her arms. "You can fool Paige all you want, Ava" she began, "but I'm not her. You obviously studied her to a degree before seeking out her attention. You know that she loves being drooled over. You knew that creating a fan club just for her would catch her eye. So yes, I would say that's manipulative, Ava." 

Ava rolled her eyes, "so what do you want, Azzi?" She asked. "An apology? For sleeping with your not-girlfriend? If Paige has no problem with my actions, then why would you?" Azzi counted down from ten in her head, to keep her cool. Like Ava made clear earlier, Azzi could beat her up easily, if she wanted.

"Anyway," Ava went on, "when you decide what you want, I'll be here." Ava hesitated before she spoke again, scared to overstep. "I think," she began, with Azzi hovering over her, staring attentively, "that maybe, you want whatever I gave Paige. But I doubt you'll ever admit that." Azzi made a mocking face.

"I see hooking up with Paige has given you a sense of overconfidence" Azzi forced a smile. "But it's cool, have fun with her while it lasts."

"Is that all?" Ava asked, to which Azzi huffed. "Sure."

Without another word, Ava closed the door. Azzi looked on as she did so, staying put. She thought for a moment, definitely now wondering what Paige's experience was like. She was also feeling a need to even the scoreboard. If Paige could have other hookups, why couldn't Azzi?

She sighed, knocking Ava's door once more.

"Yes?" Ava answered, seeming to have been staying in place behind her door, almost as if she'd been expecting Azzi to knock again.

Azzi took a deep breath, "you're right." She confessed. "I do want whatever you gave Paige." Ava raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "So if you're not opposed," Azzi continued, "I wouldn't mind having some fun with you."

Ava paused for a minute, trying to make sure Azzi wasn't playing around. "Okay," she finally answered. "Come in."

Azzi nodded, entering Ava's space. Similarly to Paige's reaction, Azzi was wowed at the color code and genuine effort put into designing the place. "Okay!" Azzi exclaimed, looking around. "This is nice."

"Thank you," Ava smiled. "It took me three days and a million Walmart trips to put together."

Azzi nodded awkwardly, "that's pretty cool." The difference between Azzi and Paige, was that Azzi had only been with Paige. Between Azzi and Ava, Paige had been with three other women. So though Azzi knew what to do, she was still pretty nervous. "I," she began, speaking slowly, "I guess we should get started?"

"Okay," Ava cracked a smile, kind of awed at Azzi's obvious shyness. She grabbed her phone off the desk near the door. Her on-campus apartment was a studio.

"Well," Ava went on, "I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure that people take their clothes off when they hookup."

Azzi rolled her eyes with a warm smile, no longer in a pissy mood toward Ava. She began to unzip her jacket as Ava removed her pullover. "Hey," Azzi took note of she and Ava's matching black Nike bras, "we're twins."

"Huh," Ava tilted her head, "we kind of look like in the face, too. Have you noticed that?"

Azzi scoffed, "don't tell me that when I'm trying to fuck you." Ava let out a genuine, off-guard laugh.

"Why are you so far away?" Azzi asked Ava, referring to the seven foot distance between them. Ava closed the gap, apologizing. "Is this better?" She asked Azzi.

"Yeah," Azzi mumbled, using her left hand to grip the nape of Ava's neck and her right to wrap around her upper back. Ava tilted her head up, correctly anticipating a kiss. She'd noticed that, in comparison to Paige, Azzi was far more comfortable in her dominance. Azzi pressed her lips into Ava's, moving her hips to grind against Ava's body.

Ava moaned softly as Azzi pulled her close, kissing her harder than Paige had. She felt Azzi's tongue graze her bottom lip and she allowed herself to be licked. She reciprocated, tasting Azzi's mouth for the first time. She could tell that Azzi had gatorade pretty recently.

They kissed for a few minutes, breaking apart only when Azzi began to cup her thumbs into Ava's waistband. "Do you want to move to the bed?" Azzi asked, after pulling back.

Ava nodded, allowing Azzi to lead her there. "So you like girls?" Ava asked, sitting on her bed.

Azzi gave a half-assed smile, the topic was still sensitive for her. "Yeah."

"Just curious," Ava shrugged, "I haven't met many gay athletes, to be honest."

"Oh yeah?" Azzi asked. "Me either. I mean, I know there are plenty of them. But I haven't met any yet."

"Is that why you and Paige just...you know?" Ava asked, not wanting to rip open any freshly healed wounds. It was evident that Ava had seen the leaked video. Azzi bit her bottom lip, revisiting her trauma.

"Kind of," Azzi admitted. "She was the only person I was comfortable with. And I was certain she wouldn't reject me." She chuckled in thought, "I'm incredibly scared of rejection, if you didn't know."

Ava nodded, "I can relate." They sat in silence for a bit, Azzi's hand resting on Ava's thigh. "So," Ava broke the quiet, "do you want to continue?"

Azzi let out a small giggle, gently pushing Ava against the bed, using her abdomen to do so. Ava laid flat on her back, allowing Azzi to climb on top of her. "Yeah," Azzi replied in a whisper, staring Ava in the eyes. "I do."

Ava reached her hands up to run through Azzi's hair, gripping the sides of her head. "You have a really cute voice," she complimented Azzi, "sultry."

"Thank you," Azzi grinned. "I think you're pretty cute yourself." Ava was becoming wittier by the day, "is that because I look like you, and you think you're pretty?" She questioned Azzi.

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully, "you talk too much," she insisted as she kissed Ava once more. Ava opened her legs so that Azzi's body could rest between them.

"I love this," she whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying Azzi's kisses.

"Good," Azzi breathed, "because I love this." She flipped Ava's body so that she'd be on top of Azzi. Azzi slid her hands into Ava's pants, squeezing her ass.

"I'm done teasing," Azzi murmured. "I'm on a time crunch, unfortunately." Ava understood that, so she sat up, straddling Azzi as she removed her bra, panties, and pants. Azzi removed her bra, as she didn't really have the room to remove her pants, at the moment.

Ava caught wind of the fact that Azzi was kind of trapped, and lifted herself so that she was in a doggy like position, her face against Azzi's neck. "Thank you," Azzi breathed out before Ava made love to her neck, sucking on it while she waited for Azzi to be fully naked. Azzi took her time, enjoying the feeling. She let her eyes close, her body beginning to relax.

Ava stopped sucking Azzi's neck, leaving a hickey where she'd been biting. She moved down to Azzi's stomach, stopping briefly to admire her abs. "Wow," Ava whispered under her breath, running her hands along Azzi's toned stomach. Ava's hands traveled lower, stopping at Azzi's hips. "Do you want me to?" she asked Azzi, referring to eating her out. She could tell that Azzi was relatively dominant.

"Uh, yeah," Azzi muttered, "you can." Ava nodded, spreading Azzi's legs apart.

"Don't be afraid to use your hands," Azzi encouraged Ava. Ava nodded, getting situated.

Ava started slow. Azzi had never been eaten out before, as she always favored domming Paige over being a pillow princess. But, Azzi now knew what she was missing out on. As Ava got into it, Azzi's breathing grew deeper, her thighs tightening around Ava's ears. She was holding onto the pillow next to her head, her fingers digging into the fabric.

When Ava finished, she moved back up to kiss Azzi, who was still very much turned on. "Did you cum?" Ava asked, sitting up on Azzi's hips. Azzi nodded, panting heavily.

"A lot," Azzi panted, "I'm just a creamer."

Ava felt Azzi's vagina again, "I could tell." She leaned forward to give Azzi a soft peck on the lips, stopping to whisper. "Are you ready to switch positions?"

Azzi nodded, rolling Ava over so that Ava was now under Azzi. Ava had already been naked, and turned on, so there wasn't much that Azzi had to do. Ava's breasts were still hard from Azzi's earlier touches, so Azzi decided to suck on them. She used one hand to caress Ava's cheek and the other to massage her breasts. After a few moments, Ava wrapped her arms around Azzi's neck.

Ava's pussy was so wet that Ava could barely feel any touch on it. Azzi began rubbing Ava's clit, feeling her juices run down her fingers. "You're really wet," she whispered as Ava let out a small moan.

Unlike Ava who asked, Azzi assumed Ava would want head, and suctioned her mouth onto Ava's lady bits. Ava cooed, trying to control her sound.

Azzi nodded, continuing to eat out Ava until she was satisfied. Ava spread her legs further, giving Azzi easier access. When Azzi was done, she wiped her mouth clean with her forearm, making Ava laugh.

"I wish I could stay longer," Azzi frowned, "but I need to get a work out in today."

Ava nodded in understanding, "It's okay, don't worry" she insisted. "If you ever wanna do this again, you know where you could find me at."

"Of course," Azzi smiled as she got dressed. Ava followed suit so that she'd be able to walk Azzi out. They shared a peck kiss as if they were a couple as Azzi left. While Ava was thinking nothing more than "check mate," Azzi was overwhelmed with feelings.

She hadn't expected to feel anything from this hookup. But now that she was alone, Azzi realized that she felt more in this one moment than she ever had for anybody. She tried to convince herself that it was because of Ava's skill as a sexual partner. But Azzi knew deep down that her growing feelings toward Ava had been there for some time now—since their first encounter, actually.

Oh, to be a lover girl in a generation full of sluts.