I counted up. She and Don Riemann were the captains, and Riemann's team
had five, Joanie's only four. I walked out onto the court and Joanie
put me up front at the net, just to her left. Someone on Riemann's team
volleyed for serve. The ball went into our backcourt, where Ted Nichols
passed it up to Joanie. She hit it over. It came back and went back
again, and when they returned it it came down straight at me. I took it
on my fingertips and popped it up in the air, still on our side of the
net where Joanie could reach it.
She went high in the air and blasted the ball over the net in a perfect
spike that won us the serve. As she came down she lost her balance and
started to tumble in my direction. Without even realizing what I was
doing I opened my arms wide and caught her. For one moment we were
together, body against naked body, her full, firm breasts warm on my
skin, her thighs touching me. Then, recovering her balance, she pulled
away.