Thirsty : A Steamy Lesbian Romance: Ava and Alana Diaries, #1

By Jenna Kent

Alana

I wasn't supposed to run into her. I watch her play all the time, but when my friend Beverly pushes me out of my comfort zone, I run into Ava Williams, star basketball player of the women's basketball team. I've been thirsting over this woman since high school. When the opportunity arises, I take it, because finally I get the one thing I've always wanted, and that's Ava.

 

Ava

Beautiful Alana nearly knocks me off my feet when I first lay eyes on her. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. But karma's got a funny way of showing up when you least expect it. I bullied her in high school, now she's the one woman I can't live without. I'll do anything to keep her and I mean anything.

 

Jenna is a steamy lesbian romance author of fast-paced instalove romance. Expect them to be over-the-top, absurdly ridiculous–but always with a happy ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Kent
• Release date: Jun 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223598831

Book preview

1

Alana

Are you sure we won't get in trouble? I ask my friend Beverly as she leads us down to court level. I have season tickets for the Detroit's WNBA Shock games, and I’ve attended almost every game. I usually pick the most affordable seats, but tonight I’m out for a guilty pleasure; sneaking down to court level.

It's empty tonight, nobody will mind, Beverley says brushing off my worries. Plus we're hot tonight, so maybe we can get some player's attention and woo them into taking us out on dates. Maybe even get laid? She gives me a naughty smirk, and I roll my eyes in response but follow her down anyway. Trying to remain inconspicuous, I take a seat in one of the back rows. But it doesn’t take long before Beverley pulls me to the front row instead.

The forecast for Northern Michigan calls for a big storm - over a foot of snow - yet they haven’t rescheduled game night. Looking around at all the empty seats, I realize just how bad the drive back home is going to be.

I take a seat in the front, and Beverly screams and cheers for the ladies to finish. Then, I see her--Ava Williams, a star player of the basketball team. She's advanced far since college at the University of Michigan where I attended every game to show my support. My heart swells with joy for this woman; yet, I know she won't remember me.

Back in high school, Ava viciously bullied me. She relentlessly humiliated me with comments about my weight and face, clothes, and hair. What made it worse were her followers supporting her every word. Four years of torture felt like an eternity until senior year when she suddenly backed off mid-year during my depression peak. It was unexpected; whether she matured or got told to stop, I'm thankful that it happened.

After I graduated, I attended the University of Michigan and so did Ava on a basketball scholarship. I took out student loans and relied on financial aid, thankful that the university was huge enough for us not to run into each other. I started to date men, but soon discovered they were all assholes - or maybe I just wasn't into them. That's when I met Kennedy; she transferred from Northern Michigan and we hit it off. She set my world ablaze and I never wanted to touch another man after being with her. Unfortunately, she moved on to the next unsuspecting young woman and broke my heart. While I majored in journalism and creative writing, Ava studied psychology and stayed focused on basketball. She went right onto the WNBA Detroit Shock team after college without using her degree. We both graduated years ago, but Ava didn't recognize me - I had lost a lot of weight and even my face was unrecognizable to old high school friends.

As for me, I write freelance and self-publish. I couldn't manage a regular nine-to-five due to my social anxiety, but it took months of therapy to discover why I couldn't keep a job. This works for me; I have clientele which I don't need to see face-to-face, and hardly interact with my readers. Beverly and I crossed paths in Journalism classes — she is an editor at the Detroit Free Press and we get along, yet not as close friends.

Ava scores the three pointer just before the fourth quarter ends. She stands tall at nearly seven feet, so her team members must jump up to high five her. Her muscles show she trains hard to make her career work —As they say: America runs on Dunkin!

Both teams exchanged handshakes before scurrying off to their respective locker rooms. The intercom blares above, warning of the upcoming storm and urging everyone to depart quickly. A long drive back to Detroit lies ahead of us, prompting me to consider getting a room for the night. As I begin to stand, Beverly tugs my arm in an attempt to stop me. Ava’s having a few final words with the press and Beverly points at Jodie Mills, her long-time best friend — and if I'm being honest, my personal tormentor. While Ava had been content with merely tearing me down verbally, Jodie had added physical acts such as pushing, shoving, kicking and even ruining my clothes while out of Ava's view.

That one, Beverly says sternly, pointing in her direction. Jodie stands only six feet tall but when standing next to Ava she seems much smaller; and Jodie is similar to Ava’s skin; a beautiful shade of chocolate which nicely complement her dark brown eyes and tattooed arms. I didn’t notice Ava has gotten so close, so I’m surprised when she bends down right at me and snatches up a towel which she uses to pat her perspiring face. I keep my gaze fixed straight ahead, not wanting to seem out of place.

As if I'm not already acting strange. I groan, and when she hears it, she moves the towel from her face and looks me in the eyes. Her thin dreadlocks fall down in front of her face, but she quickly pushes them back. We just keep gazing at each other for what seems like an eternity. She won't break away from my gaze. I nervously smile and still, she just keeps staring. Oh no....she remembers me.

2

Ava

My God, I thought I’ve died and gone to Heaven. What is this goddess doing here? Our eyes meet and I’m immediately struck by her familiarity, though I can’t place where from. Her beautiful tan skin is covered in freckles, with olive eyes like two dazzling stars setting in the night sky. When she smiles, I feel a tantalizing tingle between my legs. Somehow all it took was glancing at her to stoke my desire for her. Her hair has been cut into an exquisite bob that barely reaches her neckline. She looks strong and curvy in all the right places; large breasts, wide hips, and an ass I know must be plump. She hasn’t stood yet, and I silently pray that she doesn't as she turns away from me to look at her friend chatting with Jodie. Even now I pity the other girl; Jodie only wants someone for a quick fuck before