1 comments/ 23865 views/ 2 favorites Clia and the Soccer Match By: stopeggo Clia was almost ready to graduate. It was the day after her 18th birthday. The summer months were coming in the night. They were coming so fast she could almost hear them. Soon she would be able to pursue her horseback riding dreams at university; at the better one. Right now she had a few more weeks before she left and one more week before her classes here were over. She had about 5 hours before the sun would come up. Clia had spent much of the night talking to her boyfriend Tom. Tom had already moved on to university (he was super smart and had graduated a semester early). After their talk, Clia was left longing him and his body. She had spent the next hour (? Who keeps track of these things?) gently massaging her yearning flesh. She had had 3(!) orgasms thinking about him. She remembered the time; in the stairway, in the elevator, in the basement of his flat, in the spaceship (her memories got more fanciful the longer she masturbated). So now, at eleven after 3 in the morning, she was finally worn out and just drifted off. In the morning Clia woke and stretched to the musical annoyance of her phone-alarm. She had to hurry to get ready for the soccer match. Her brother and some of his mates were on a sort-of informal, sort-of formal soccer team (it got more serious as the summer advanced) that played every weekend at the field a few blocks from their house. Clia started to put on her robe, but then remembered that her brother (of course) would not be around this weekend because he was looking at schools. That is why she would be playing instead of him. The soccer club had a rule that any reasonable person could be a substitute for a player given the approval of each. She had agreed back in February, but had more important things on her mind (archeology, riding, archeology on horseback, archeology on horseback with Tom). She sprinted down the hall to the bathroom in total nudezville. Her well-developed form shimmered and shone in the early morning light, the remaining sweat from last night gave her a very sexy glow. "Mmmm -- I look good today!" She thought as she assessed her hair situation in the full-length bathroom mirror. Her hair looked especially rusty (in a good way) this morning. Her gentle curls snaked down to just above the base of her breasts. They complimented her bronzed skin perfectly. Her breasts were not huge, but she was no longer a girl. Her nipples were somewhat larger than what she thought was normal (from the locker room); this made it very easy for her to masturbate herself with her nipples, but hard for her to concentrate in an active sport (such as soccer). Clia did like to do some active sports (horse riding), so she did have some good sports bras. Unfortunately [for her, but not for the story] Clia had been under a little bit of a growth spurt and the last correctly-fitting sports bra she had was in the wash (which their parents had taken to the Laundromat while they toured schools with her brother). Unfortunately, her family had also taken all of the normal-sized towels as well. Clia did as well as she could to wipe her self off with some Kleenex but gave up and got dressed. She had her brother's shirt and her brother's shorts. She didn't want to wear either of them though; they were her brother's! Luckily she still had her old outfit and it (coincidentally) was the same # as her brother's. Clia was unable to find her sports bra so she put on the only bra that kind-of worked. She didn't want to go commando! Her bra was comfortable if she didn't move very much, and it kept her boobs in place (if she didn't move very much). She did find a nice pair of boxer shorts [Clia is not a fan of panties] and put them on fast before she slipped on her shorts and soccer shirt. At the door she put on her soccer cleats and ran down the street. Running down the street, Clia realized why she had left this pair of boxers on her bed; it was stretched out! She barely started running when she noticed the waistband felt awful loose around her middle. It was too late now for her to do anything though. She ran off toward the field. The sun reflected on the dew in the grass like a million stupid diamonds. Once she got to the park, she found Randal and Mark taking shots against Peter (the goalie). "Hi Clia," Randal said half mockingly. "Did you put that on just for me?" "Shove it!" Clia, Randal, Mark, Peter and the rest of the team struggled against the Devonshire Werewolves until about 9 thirty am. There was a break because a werewolf had lost his shoe. The Quinsley Panthers were up 2 to 1 nearing the end of the 1st half. Clia had actually got goal that pointed the arrow at Quinsley. She found that although she had not had much practice recently, her moves were very apt. She was able to dribble and dodge the other team much easier than she had thought. The other team seemed to be giving her a lot of space. Even before she had taken her bra off (it was broken), they had just kind of stood back from her when she approached with the ball [something about a young lady running around without a bra in the hot sun can be distracting]. Clia's shorts were starting to bother her though. She still had on her panties, but they would have fallen off long ago if they didn't have the crotch of her shorts to rest on. Her panties were just bunched up there by her pussy and [now that the Panthers had the lead] were starting to distract her a little. Unfortunately she couldn't just step to the side and take off her panties. She had to keep them on and keep her eye on the ball. As the day grew later the sun grew hotter. Everyone could already make out the subtle outline of Clia's aureole, but now that the sun was shining Clia was sweating and the sweat made her soccer shirt very close to see-through (she had forgotten that about pale yellow mesh). Russell and Mark had both noticed this (the goalie would have noticed, but of course he was by the goal). It was at about this time that it started to rain. It was not a lot of rain. It was mostly small sprinkles. The sprinkles were very refreshing to the soccer players. Everyone was in a better mood. It wasn't even cloudy! Until about 5 minutes later... Then there was thunder, then the light became a kind of sickly green hue. Then everyone ran. The Werewolves ran to their Werewolves van, the Panthers panted their way to the storage shed near the nearest goal posts. All 5 of the panthers squeezed into the small shed. As luck would have it, Clia had got stuck right next to Russell and Mark. Her clothes really were becoming uncomfortable now. Being stuck next to Russell didn't help either. The last time they were this close was in the canoe at camp. That was several years ago (it seemed), and they both agreed it would be best not to talk about it since he was her brother's best friend. [Mostly it was Clia that agreed not to talk about it]. Russell made subtle inferences to it all the time. He still had that 2-day fuzz that drove her crazy. Russell also was a lot more tan than Tom ever got (he was kind of an albino, but in the Conan O'Brian way). Tom was definitely bigger and stronger, but Russell had a kind of wiry sexiness. And he also had intoxicating green eyes... "Hey!" "What!?" "Thaddeus and Reggie are going to leave sweet-stuff." Clia was sort of by the door and was blocking the way. Thaddeus and Reggie (and Peter) ran to their Peugeot and took off. It was a five-seater, but the back seat was mostly taken up with Thaddeus's plumbing supplies (long story...). Back in the shack, there was a little bit more breathing room. Enough that they could all look at each other. Clia looked at Russell, Russell looked at Clia, Mark looked at Clia, Clia looked at Russell, Russell looked at Mark (this last one was slightly more sly). Mark said "It is really raining out there!" "Yeah, too bad we don't have a car otherwise we could get out of here too...all of us could," Russell said, slowly. "That's alright, we should stay here until it lets up a little...then we can run back to my house, all of us can" said Clia equally slowly, and with a curl in her lips. "We should try to stay warm while we're in here. I don't want to catch pneumonia," Mark said, reaching towards an army blanket. Everyone huddled under the large green blanket. It was big and ugly and warm. Clia imagined they were the beginning atoms of a new planet; warm, lumpy, and very aroused. There wasn't any room to sit down, and the cement floor of the shed didn't look too inviting anyway. They all stood around each other in a loose hurdle holding the blanket around each other with their arms. Outside the rain beat down on the shed and playful drops splashed in the growing puddle outside the door. "I really think we need to do something about our clothes. It is too gusty in here to be wearing these damp things," softly suggested Clia. Russell and Mark exchanged another similar look, and then looked at Clia. "No, no, no. You first. I don't want to be the only one!" Russell and Mark stripped off their sweaty soccer clothes and put them over on some boxes. "I'll help you with the rest," Clia said, seductively creeping under the blanket. She could see two full-grown boxer tents down there and decided she would toy with them a little first. "Ooh look at this! I didn't know cocks were so small! Why do you even wear underwear? You've got nothing to hide!" Tracing the edges of her teammates' boxers, she could see their cocks twinge and then!...a hand reached into one pair of boxers. "I think the shorts are getting in the way of your judgment mam," said Mark. Mark's cock popped out of his pants and almost hit her in the face. "Oooh, I see! Let me help you out then." Clia kissed his cock and slowly pulled down his boxers. Going back, she traced the base with her finger tips. She traced it gently, as if it was really cold and she didn't want to freeze her fingers. "I bet you have a lot of girlfriends Mark. Your cock is nice and thick." Russell had his own hand in his pants now. "Ooh Russell, don't be bad. I told you I would handle it!" She grabbed his hand and pulled back out of his shorts. Turning to Mark's rod, she put her lips around it's head and took him into her mouth. "Let me help you with these," Russell said, sliding his fingers into the waist-band of her soccer shorts. Clia kicked them off and continued sucking on Mark's cock. It felt firm and warm in her mouth. The trembling cock seemed to be reverberating in her trembling pussy. Her pussy now was exposed to the cool air. She turned and took down Russell's shorts. His cock sprang to life and she grabbed it firmly in her hand. "Are you going to tell my brother about this? Ever?" "No, no, no!" "I hope not..." The three sweaty soccer players warmed up the blanket and eventually it dropped. Clia fucked Mark with her pussy and Russell fucked Clia with her lips. It was very warm and gooey all over. Clia took turns taking Mark and Russell. Eventually they all realized they needed to get out of there and lie down. "C'mon," Clia said running out into the rain. "Are you crazy!?" Mark and Russell exclaimed. They soon ran after her, their semis bobbing along in front of them... ia and the Soccer Match Ch. 02 Clia, Russell, and Mark ran back to her house. They were all naked. It was raining. The sex fluid from their recent adventure in the shed rolled off of their young bodies in the gentle, streaming rain. The growing puddles reflected their firm tan bodies. Russell could have played basketball if this had been the States. In their area of Quinsley there wasn't a team, so he played soccer (aka football). Mark wasn't very interesting, let's talk about Clia. Clia was taller than Mark. She had long brown hair that was darker and longer in the rain. It's dripping curls came down below her breasts. She didn't play soccer as much, but kept her body in shape with horse-back riding and gymnastics. She didn't have your typical gymnast body, but she was in shape and stronger than you would think. Smiling, she said "I don't have the key." "What?" They were on the front porch. "It's ok. We can go around the back." The three naked seniors scooted to the back. Dicks bobbed and tits ached in the cold rain. There was a gate (it was open) and they went through and turned to get into the back door. Except, that the gate slid over slippery grass and they all fell down onto the grass into a pile. A muddy, grassy, pile. This really excited the neighbor's malamute and it bounded out of its doghouse and barked at them against the gate. "Shut Up Mikey!" said Clia. "Wait right here," Clia said as she went inside, "I have to get something." Mark and Russell watched Clia's eighteen year old butt scoot through the door. Small, green blades of grass stuck to her butt. "Clia should play soccer with us more often," said Russell. "Shit, you know that's right," said Mark. In a moment Clia returned with two towels. "These are for your feet." The three made their way to the downstairs bathroom, and got into the shower. Well, Mark and Russell did. "I want to know how much you want to fuck me, so..." "So what?" "So I want you two to make out... in the shower. I'll watch." "What!" "No fuckin way!" "Yes way!" "How does that prove anything," queried Russell? "Yeah, what does that prove," asked Mark, a little too interested. "It proves that you would do something you don't want to do, because you want to fuck me so bad. It proves that you want to stick your hard cocks right into me and fuck me!" There was definitely a few awkward moments, but then there was some make-out time. There wasn't any kissing. The make-out time really got Clia's gears going, and she told them to get out and dry off. She jumped into the shower and got all the leaves and grass off of her back. Then she took the 18 year old boys to the sofa. "Now we all get to make out," Clia exclaimed! They sprawled onto the sofa. "What about your parents?" "They won't be back until the evening; they're looking at schools with my brother." Russell, Clia, and Mark all sat on the sofa. The red velvet sofa was just big enough for all three of them Russell lay down on the sofa. Clia lay down on top of him. They ran their hands over each other with hands of lust. Mark didn't exactly know what to do and stood there with his hard-on throbbing. "MMM, let me have that," Clia said, reaching over to Mark's marker. She stroked his cock with her fingertips. Leaning back onto Russell's lap, she stroked his chest. As she stroked Russell's chest, she could feel his cock twitch under her thighs which were spread on both side of his hips. "Mmm," this made her feel very warm on the inside. Clia also liked the way Mark's cock seemed to grow and dance with her fingers. She wanted to kiss it. She did and Mark almost fell onto them. Russell's cock was now rubbing against her pussy. It ran back and forth as Russell writhed beneath her. Russell had hold over her outstretched arm which he played with like... "What was that?" Mark seemed to have heard something. "It was over there," Mark said gesturing to the area below where the garage would be. There were a few quiet, quite intolerably erotic seconds where all three held onto each other in a delicate but firm way. They all felt very naked all of the sudden. Clia's nipples hardened slightly. "I don't think there is anything." "There is about to be something," Russell said, "between your legs." Clia rolled her eyes. "I am not on top of you because of your wit, Rusty." Russell didn't like that, but his cock twitched. Clia guided her hips over his and guided his cock to kiss her pussy lips. "Mrrr," said Russell, purring (in a manly way) as his cock touched her moist lips. He looked at her and, not seeing disdain; entered slightly... "Mmm. Come on!" Clia grinded her hips, engulfing Russell's cock with her pot. Her grip on Mark had gotten very tight! He took his cock out of her hand and guided it towards her mouth. She took it there and kissed him in a way he had never been kissed. The three of them stayed locked in a slow sexual embrace, kissing and grinding. Clia covered Mark's hand as it traced her soft breasts and tender nipples. Russell felt Clia grasp his cock with the muscles of her vagina. He was fighting as long as he could to resist the urge to just grab her and roll her to the floor! The red velvet sofa felt really good on his backside though, and Clia looked really good writhing above him. Her nipples were very large, but they looked good. If Mark wasn't licking them he would instead. ... "Just use all of the bacon then!" Clia's dad was headed down the stairs, talking to her mom. "I don't know why you can't just use all of it." Clia quickly woke up and pointed to the bathroom door. All three sweaty sleepy (but now very awake) teenagers silently scooted their tan young behinds into the bathroom. And then, into the shower stall by the door. They had just slipped into the shower stall. Clia reached to close the door and then slid the curtain closed. Two seconds later, her dad walked in. "Brush, brush, brush," her dad said, apparently looking for a brush. Of course, the brush was right there; in the shower stall. Clia, Mark and Russell all exchanged glances with each other and the brush. The stall was not big so they all held each other so as not to touch the cold tile or touch the plastic curtain. Clia could feel both sticky cocks twitching at her butt. "Oooh," said Clia's dad along with a hard "thwack," sound. "Now I need a Band-Aid," he said looking at the cut on his forehead. "Are you alright Carl," Clia's mom called? "Yeah, I hit my head on the stupid drawer!" Carl started to leave. He started up the stairs. Clia slowly opened the curtain. "The Band-Aids are down stairs," the mom said! Clia quickly closed the curtain. The sudden breeze teased her nipples and the two cocks at her backside. "Oh my gosh," Clia whispered. "Here, I'll get one for you big baby." Clia's mom and dad were both coming down the stairs. They were both coming to the bathroom where she and two young men were hiding in the shower stall, stomachs churning and skin tingling. End of part two To be continued...