Blue Ribbon
by Redsliver
Chapter 2
“No, you’re evil,” I pulled Lisa over and gnawed at her purple streaked hair. She giggled and swatted me off. Today was nuts. The first thing that happened was me waking from a nightmare and counting my teeth. Eggo waffles and Crest winterfresh and I walked to school. Cheerleaders at the doors tagged everyone with a ribbon. The green strip tied around my left wrist told all the kids and staff with yellow or red ribbons that I was in charge.
There were six of us wearing green ribbons and had no idea what that meant until Stewart, knuckle dragging bully that he was, stripped a six in the East upstairs hallway and then fucked an eight two classroom doors away. I had been shaken. I had tried for answers from the cheerleaders, Kimberley the green and Mandy, the lady in white. So far, I just knew what I was made of. We had all heard the message from the gentleman, Miles Shepherd, asking for protection for his little sister Anna. I had found her class, my assistant Lisa to keep me from chickening out, and just how naked people would get if I asked.
I stood in the middle of Ann’s gym class. Seventeen girls and their MILF coach were under my spell. I had come for Anna and her BFF Holly, but had found a treasure trove in the group. Coach Ewerson was fit and sensual. Carlie was bright and cheery. Rowan and Marcia looked good and looked capable of breaking me. Franny and Tomi were imperious. Tiny little Dorothy was all pretty. Jasmine had a mediterranean look to her that could’ve screamed Agrabah if she hadn’t cut her hair like end-credits Rapunzel. I flitted about the rest of the girls, excited to round off my third period harem with grinning half-Japanese Yue, scowling Colombian Gina, and towering Russian Vasila. It was going to be an adventure. I snuggled my arm about the hip of my class ditching assistant, Lisa. She glowed after I just explained that half of the girls were going topless for a volleyball match.
“Which team is which?” Franny demanded. I flashed the coin.
“Captains? All right,” Anna and Holly walked over to me. Anna smiled and frowned. Holly looked decidedly not at me, “Holly your call.”
“You said heads was Anna’s job,” She tried to be funny, I assumed she was calling tails. The coin hit the ground and started to roll. I stomped it flat instead of chasing it, “Heads it is.”
“Hey, that’s cheating,” Holly complained but Lisa blew her whistle.
“Alright girls, tops off!” She shouted. I heard shuffling at the divider and walked to the door. I looked out to see a couple of guys, under the supervision of Coach Thomas, peeking through the divider’s hinges.
“Boys, don’t look or listen to the girls side for the rest of the class,” I said as authoritatively as I could, “Coach Thomas. Keep them busy.”
“Yes, Mr Cazzo,” He mumbled reluctantly before calling for laps. I pulled the door closed and latched it tightly.
I turned back to a display of breasts in all sizes and most colors. Dorothy had sharp little cones not much bigger than her nipples, Coach Ewerson had slightly sagging pendulous breasts that were still gorgeous, Rowan had sloping upturned breasts. Holly had small vivid little nipples on beautifully round hills. I grinned at them all and walked up behind Lisa at the net line.
“Six on six, you have to switch out someone each time a point is scored,” I declared, seeing Anna hanging back as Marcia led the shirts onto the court. Holly moved front and center for the skins. I slipped my arms around Lisa’s waist and rested my chin on her head. She wiggled her butt. Threw the ball randomly to Tomi, whose naked black breasts were fat and heavy.
“Play ball!” She laughed and blew her whistle.
The shirts on my left moved confidently and athletically. The skins were self conscious and nervous. Holly, Rowan and Coach Ewerson were committed to playing but they kept tripping themselves up. Anna swapped in when it was three nothing. I tapped Lisa for a whistle.
“Girls! Play your best, you can worry about your clothing after the game,” I shouted and all of the skins stood taller. Dorothy even put on a pretty vicious game face. I tapped Lisa again and the whistle started them up again.
So confidence was only one of the their problems. Turns out sports bras exist for a reason. Tits swung and jumped with a slight delay to the girl moving them. I winced seeing Rowan dive for a slide to pop the ball back up to Dorothy who set up a spike for Coach Ewerson. Coach Ewerson slapped down the ball for their second point right before smacking her chin in the jaw with her left boob. Lisa was laughing maniacally.
It wasn’t simply the skins that were mesmerizing. Just watching girls jump, tumble and play is distracting. Anna was looking particularly good. I grinned at her several times and she tried to ignore me, but the skins fourth point was when she was looking back at me. I just smiled, she had a very nice silhouette in her t-shirt and shorts. Her legs were long and creamy and her butt had just enough bubble to it to be round but was still small. Her breasts were held back in a tight sports bra, but she still had a great figure. She had large brown doe eyes and a tiny sharp nose over a small pink mouth. She had a bit of doll’s face really and her black hair was tied back in a ponytail down to the bottom of her shoulder blades.
She scrambled back up to her feet after my distraction had caused her to slip down to one knee, two inches right of where the ball was going.
“Can’t be doing that half assed shit, Captain,” Snarled Marcia as she stomped back and settled herself on the bench. The reserves jumped in and the game almost continued. Someone banged on the divider door.
“If that’s Miles...” Feared Lisa.
“Don’t worry,” I squeezed and walked two steps from her before I had caught up to my brain and realized I had kissed her. I looked back and she waved her left hand fingers and smiled.
“Alright, skanks!” She blew her whistle, “Only two more points for shirts to win. Play ball.”
I opened the door and saw Mandy smiling there. I immediately hugged her.
“Hey yourself, sailor,” She chuckled. She was looking over my shoulder and beaming when I pulled back, “Guess that explains why the boys have their smartphones filming through the cracks.
“What?” I stepped past her. I saw phones at every kink in the divider held in place with medical tape. The boys were otherwise occupied playing floor hockey. I shouted at the class, “Take down your phones and delete the footage.”
I pulled Mandy in and latched the door again.
“So it’s OK for you to see this, but not them?” She asked. Lisa was blowing her whistle to announce another score for skins. Dorothy high fived everyone as she took her place in the reserves.
“It’s not OK for me either,” I admitted, “How’s your day going?”
“Kind of disappointing because of Miles,” She admitted, “Thankfully, Gregg’s been a naughty boy.”
“I don’t want to hear those stories,” I declared and led Mandy over to where I stood with Lisa.
“You sure she should be here, Master?” Lisa glared at Mandy.
“I can’t really tell her to go,” I shrugged. My eyes followed Holly’s set up but Jasmine, the last pick for the skins, jumped and nudged the ball over to the net so Franny and Marcia could slam a shot down back at them.
“You’ve got them calling you master?” Mandy grinned, “Sexy.”
“Alright, that’s game, the shirts take it!” Lisa announced, ignoring Mandy as best she could. She blew the whistle and all the skins shrieked and covered themselves up.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Rowan dropped to her knees hugging her tits. She had shrugged off the slide she had made earlier to focus on the game. Now that focus was gone.
“Rowan, what’s wrong, let me see?” Coach Ewerson rushed over, letting herself hang free as she examined the rough looking girl, “Is it tender?”
“Of course they’re fucking tender,” She winced through tears.
“Are we playing another game?” Asked Anna. She was hovering a few feet from rushing to see Holly, “That was really quick.”
“More importantly, what did they win?” Mandy asked gesturing primarily at Marcia. Marcia was looking brutally smug. She strutted, hips kicking out as she walked over to us.
“We’re not done are we?” Franny asked looking around at all the girls, “If they’re this quick we could play two or three more games.”
“I’m kind of volleyballed out,” Carlie chirped in from the shirts’ bench. She had spent the longest time in the reserves. I don’t know if she had touched the ball.
“You know what?” I said looking between Mandy and Marcia. Both girls were daring me to go further. “We’re going to hit the showers.”
“Good, you could use it,” Mandy chuckled, “You’re starting to get dirty.”
“And the winners?” Marcia prodded.
“Anna, c’mere,” I called her over from where she was motomouthing at Holly.
“Um,” She said as she came over to me. “Miles said I was off limits.”
“Off limits to yellows,” Lisa wolf-smiled. Anna’s eyes widened and she suppressed her reflexive smile.
“Well, you were the winning team captain, and you, uh,” I said struggling for an idea, but I caught Coach Ewerson’s eyes. She had this brutal flat stare and I wanted to humiliate her a little further, “You’ll choose a shower buddy from the skins. She’ll wash your hair and back and help you however you like...”
“OK, Holly,” She said rapidly. She flashed her smile at her best friend. Holly seemed a little pale faced and tightened her arms over her breasts.
“Awesome, I want Jas—”
“Shut up, Marcia,” Lisa interrupted. Marcia looked dangerously at Lisa. I kind of feared her. There was a gang around town and I figured she might be in it. Lisa was invincible, “Your captain will make those decisions. Right Master?”
“Right,” I agreed, not really thinking it that far but I liked giving Lisa a bit more muscle around the other girls, “Don’t wait for us Anna.”
“Oh wow...” She shivered and looked warily at Marcia, “Marcia you can have Dorothy.”
“Me?” Squealed Dorothy.
“Good choice, captain,” Marcia settled her shoulders and slipped her arm over Anna’s shivering back.
“Me next,” Franny came forward and got Jasmine. I let the divvying happen and turned to Mandy.
“You going to witness this?” I stepped away from Lisa and tried to take Mandy’s hand. She crossed her hands in front of her skirt. I smiled, “I mean, I was going to offer you a hands on tour of the dirtiness.”
“Thanks Leo,” She smiled wanly, “But you’re not that cute.”
“Yes he is,” Holly came up behind me.
“Thank you, Holly,” I smiled at her and looked back at Mandy, pleadingly.
“Sorry Leo,” She shook her said.
“Mandy,” I focused my eyes on her, “Come join us.”
“Trying to will me to do it?” She ticked up her pale lips into a naughty smile.
“Trying to get what I want,” I declared. Lisa walked up and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Everyone’s paired up,” She told me.
“Seems like you got your own partner already,” Mandy noted.
“An assistant,” I deflated Lisa but I didn’t care yet.
“OK, I’ll go in with you,” Mandy nodded, “But I’m keeping the colors on.”
“So, what you were going to do in the first place?” I smiled wanly.
“Exactly,” She tiptoed and looked past me, “Your girls are ready.”
I looked back and saw the nine pairs of girls. Everyone was either redder or whiter than they normally would have been. I waved the girls to the the locker room. Anna lifted her chin up and Holly followed suit as they marched first. Marcia and Dorothy waited to be the tail of the serpent. I looked to Mandy offered her my hand again. She smiled and hooked her arm around my bicep. Lisa greedily took my other arm.
“C’mon girls,” We all fell into step and I felt like I was walking on clouds as I entered the locker room. The door was just wide enough that the girls didn’t have to let go, but they did snuggle in tighter.
I had taken PE freshman year and hadn’t been interested in any of the sports teams since. I still remembered the boys’ locker room and the girls was laid out in the mirrored pattern. They weren’t lockers, they were buckets on slides, in a metal shelf. There actually were lockers, belonging to the girls’ basketball team, but they were of no interest to anyone in this class. The girls all went to their chosen bucket. I noticed all the skins had their tops in their hands but their breasts were still out. Coach Ewerson was floating behind Carlie, her designated shower buddy looking sour. I took the tour, scanning around. The shirts were mostly fidgeting, though Anna and Marcia looked like they were going to get undressed quickly. I nudged Lisa.
“C’mon ladies,” not skanks this time, “Chop, chop!”
“Master,” Coach Ewerson asked coming over with her breasts jiggling, “It’s inappropriate for me to shower in here. There’s a small shower in my office and—”
“What’s your first name Coach?” I interrupted harshly.
“Candace,” She said.
“You have a duty to wash someone’s hair and back, Candace,” I told her.
“Do you want to disappoint him?” Lisa snarked.
“I do,” She hung her head, “I just know I can’t.”
“Then stop wasting time.” Mandy pushed her by the shoulder.
“Thank you, Mandy,” I said. She pulled my arm, Lisa pulled too, as we circuited the cubby bay.
I watched the girls strip. It was still remarkable and exciting seeing new tits. Carlie had very eager jutting boobs. Tomi had fat round ones with great big nipples. Marcia had dark brown nipples on cones that mirrored Dorothy her shower buddy, just scaled up once or twice. Franny’s boobs had been squelched by her sports bra and they came out to play. Anna had a visible tan lines, running thinly down from each shoulder and carving a brilliant white triangle over the orbs of her breasts. She didn’t have small breasts, just that they were nearly the mirror of Holly’s. Round, defined, with small circles and tiny nipples. She smiled at me and covered herself with one arm as she took down her shorts.
Even the girls who had yet to stand out to me, were lit like beacons. Gina and Yue finally stood out to me. They had both been skins with a slightly brown color to their clear beautiful skin. Yue had small breasts and large nipples. Gina had large breasts and small nipples. All four were pink and not dark like the other darker toned girls in the room. Of the shirts, I quite liked Bria, Emmy, and Sharon. They were all brunettes, Bria with curly hair, Emmy with short hair and Sharon with highlighted hair. Bria was really fit, with clear abs and small breasts over flared hips and a jiggling butt. She looked a bit stretched out in her belly, like her legs were the last bit to hit her growing phase. Emmy was chubby, a little extra belly, a little extra tits, a little extra cheeks and a little extra thighs. She was adorable. Sharon didn’t look like she fit in a fitness class. She had long sparkling nails, a skinny face and the hint of her ribs next to her perky little breasts. She was tall, not the tallest, but it made her look longer than the other girls. She clung next to her shower buddy, Yue.
“How do you like it, boss?” Marcia asked after I circuited the room and stood at the edge of the sinks, mirrors and toilet stalls. She was crossing over to a steel cupboard and taking out a large white towel. She was referring to her thick cunt with her triangle of curls over it. Dorothy was next to her with just a few wisps of a blonde curls uncoordinated to her raven black hair reaching over her all but buried lower lips.
“Holy shit, you have towels,” I noticed.
“Well, of course,” Jasmine lisped. I hadn’t noticed her braces induced speech pattern before. Had she talked all period, “We have to shower.”
“The boys have to bring their own towels,” Candace sadly smiled, “The cleaning crew were tired of washing semen out of them every couple of days.”
“Boys masturbate that much?” Worried Bria.
“So do girls,” Rowan boasted, “Real ones anyways.”
“You’re a slut, Rowan,” Marcia scoffed. The last girl was shucking her underwear into her bucket. Most girls trimmed down if she hadn’t discarded her pussy hair completely. Jasmine owned the wildest crotch, with her vivid black hair covering everything I might see. I scanned the room enjoying the butts, legs and pussies I finally got to see. Many, close to most, of the girls covered themselves in some way. Standing sideways, leaving a hand over their breasts or bush, hiding behind other girls or the corner of metal rack holding the rubber buckets. Rowan was standing proudly in the middle of the room, preening, shoulders back and tits forward. Her hands on her hips like Supergirl.
“Enjoying the view?” She pushed.
“Very much so,” She wasn’t the draw of the room, being a bit square shouldered and oddly off that hourglass ideal, “Hey, get them moving assistant.”
“You heard him, bitches! Grab your shower buddy and get in there!” Lisa bellowed. I watched her; she beamed to shout at the others. Mandy remained on my other arm, watching with a tilty amused grin. The three of us were still fully dressed. I had decided not to push Lisa if Mandy wasn’t going to join in.
Watching the girls trot by naked and hurried was hypnotic. The right things jiggled as girls forfeited their modesty. I felt conflicted. I was in disbelief to watch the naked flesh hop past but I knew what I was doing was immeasurably wrong. I struggled out of Mandy and Lisa’s arms. Lisa clapped to hurry up Carlie, Candace, Holly and Anna as they turned the corner and into the showers.
“Why do you watch?” I turned to Mandy.
“Because I can,” She lifted her ribboned wrist, “Why do you tell them what to do?”
“I—” realized the worst, “I’m trying to impress you.”
“I know,” She stroked my cheek.
“You were my first kiss,” I told her and she cocked her head.
“You told me that already,” She pointed out.
“When was this?” Lisa sidled back up against my side.
“Between first and second period,” Mandy grinned, not looking at Lisa.
“No way, you’re a virgin.” She shook her head and giggled, “Oh, you can’t waste it on some little girl in there.”
I followed her finger and was disappointed. The boys locker room had a large open pit shower with knobs and faucets along a tile wall. The girls had jutting out stalls with green curtains shutting off the pairs of them. I got the towels if they had been discontinued but this whole setup was different. To think the builders were chivalrous.
“I agree, Lisa,” I said turning to Mandy, “Let me spend my time with you.”
“That’s not what I was signed up for,” Mandy flashed her ribbon again.
“I want your virginity,” Lisa growled and I turned to her, surprised.
“Really?”
“No,” She frowned, “I just want to keep it from her.”
“Um...” I worried but I rose my shoulders up and fixed my voice, “Lisa strip naked.”
“Damned straight,” She grinned and started pulling out of her clothes as rapidly as she could, “What about you?”
“Mandy,” I ignored Lisa. I did pull off my shirt and set it down on the sink next to me, “Join me.”
She reached over to my bare chest and felt my boob. My pectoral muscle. She smiled up at me.
“Don’t be so obsessed with me,” She shook her head.
“Hurry up, Master,” A naked Lisa slipped her arms around me from behind and started unbuckling my belt. I felt her breasts press into my back.
“You don’t want me for me, Leo,” Mandy said sourly, “You want me because I’m the one you can’t push around.”
“Mandy,” I said and Lisa pulled my pants down in front of her. This was normally a potent part of my dreams, right before the existential fear kicked in. Instead, I stood tall, staring down at the frizzy redheaded cheerleader. I kicked off my shoes and Lisa squatted down to pull my feet through the leg holes.
“Ah, I feel great!” Announced Carlie stretching as she came back out with Candace in tow. I turned around.
“Get back in there girls, this isn’t about getting clean,” I didn’t mean to be so sharp but they excitedly hurried back to their stall and yanked the curtain to shut them off from us again. I turned to Mandy, “You’re breaking my heart.”
“You’re a softie little bitch,” She grinned but I stepped forward and kissed her again before she pushed my chest and stepped back, “Go on, you geek.”
I turned around and saw Lisa nude for the first time. She blushed from her navel to her cheeks with beautiful high breasts and a flat soft tummy. Her thighs had a delightful thickness to them and she kept her knees and feet together. She stroked her fingers through her hair and grinned.
“Leo wait,” Mandy rocketed me around. She couldn’t help but watch my erection wiggle and bounce. She was giggling and if it wasn’t for the other captive girls, I’d have taken that blow to the ego with no defense. She held my shirt and unpinned the ribbon.
“Rule number three,” She grabbed lifted my hand and tied the ribbon around my wrist, “Do not lose your ribbon.”
“Thank you, Mandy,” I said glumly.
She kissed my cheek, “I’ll see you at the end of the day.”
“That’s what you said last time,” I pouted. She waved to me and whispered, “Make him happy.” to Lisa.
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Lisa grinned as Mandy left the locker room. I felt kicked in the stomach, “I’m going to make you a man.”
I pushed her back by the shoulders, “What kind of person wants someone who doesn’t want them?”
Lisa snarled and picked my hand off her shoulder. She kissed the heel of my palm and stared me down from behind my index and middle fingers. I let go of her other shoulder and she closed the gap. She pressed my erection between our bellies.
“I. Want. You.” She declared her eyes grinning.
“You just said—”
“I want to prevent Mandy from getting your virginity,” Lisa growled, “She doesn’t deserve it. I don’t want to cheat on Owen. He doesn’t deserve it. I don’t want you hating yourself. You don’t deserve it.”
“You have a boyfriend?”
“I’m fucking cute,” She scoffed as explanation.
“You’re really cute,” I nodded, “And you’ve been a great assistant.”
“Thank you, Master,” She rubbed her hips side to side and I moaned over the need in my cock. I had an idea. I took her hand and dragged her to the edge of the showers. She hesitated, “I’m going to ruin my makeup.”
“Of course you are,” I laughed and tugged. She stepped in frowning. I turned to the first curtain and yanked it open. Rowan shrieked like a little girl while Bria grinned at me. Their skin was glowing with the water and the soap. Bria’s hair was a mess of suds and Rowan had dragged her fingers out of Bria’s hair to cover herself.
“She is a little bitch!” Grinned Lisa. My assistant tore open the curtain opposite. Carlie hid behind the coach. Candace just stood in the shower and looked good. I yanked open the next one and gaped at Marcia who held kneeling Dorothy’s ears while she ground her pussy over the smaller girl’s face.
“Is she OK down there?” Dorothy flashed me a thumbs up and I laughed. Marcia blushed, out of exertion not embarrassment.
“Ooh!” Lisa called my attention to her next stall when she pulled back the veil on Franny and Jasmine. Jasmine was rubbing Franny’s back with a sponge and looked purposefully away from me and Lisa. The trouble was, I liked this, it was like unwrapping Christmas presents, but the rake of shower rings on crossbars was telegraphing our idea. My next two stalls and Lisa’s next one, Holly and Anna, Tomi and Emmy, and Yue and Sharon all peeled back their own curtains. I sneered at the rest.
“Girls, open your stalls and watch,” I led Lisa into the middle of the aisle and kissed her. I knelt down and she squatted with me. I gave my cock a pull and tried only to see her eyes. Yet I knew the other eighteen girls were watching me. All those eyes, all that scrutiny, all that interest, it made me nervous. It held me back so much, I nearly lost my erection. Lisa’s fingers circled my cock. I whispered a secret, “This isn’t how I imagined my first time.”
“Not enough girls?” She grinned naughtily and made me kiss her once more.
“There should be more cheering,” I teased back, certain only Lisa heard me. I was an idiot the showerheads muffled the sound but the tiles echoed it.
“Fuck her!” Anna shouted pumping a fist up into the air. Holly grabbed her friend’s mouth to hide from interest. Not mine, the other girls’. Everyone was watching everyone.
“Just me,” Lisa pulled my face to hers with her hands on both of my cheeks. The center aisle was a little damp, getting wetter with the open curtains now. We had settled down between two of the drain caps and the water flowed away from us. We were starting to get misted. I stroked out Lisa’s purple tinted hair and angled out her upwards pointed knees.
Lisa’s cunt was topped with a small tuft of brown hair. She was slick and open beyond any of the pussies I had seen all day. I was distracted, I reached down and ran my fingers up her.
“Make the bitch moan!” Clapped someone, I turned my head towards Jasmine and Franny, where I had heard the comment.
“Fuck her!” Anna shout-giggled through Holly’s fingers.
“Split that skank!” Marcia’s voice was like a scream being sawn in half.
“Go for the butt!” Chuckled Carlie. I pulled my head out of their crisscrossing comments. Lisa had her lip cocked, she looked calm, in control. How? She rose herself up on one elbow and reached for my dick with the other.
“Come on, Master,” The water in the air was getting to her hair but her eyes were still shadowed and her lips still shined. I knee walked an inch and a half closer, she pulled me up to her cunt. I closed my eyes, smiled at the “She likes to be punched!” cheer from some joker. I opened my eyes to hers, they were reflective blue. She was excited. I was excited. I leaned in with my hips, she guided with her fingers, she raised her butt from the tiles, I breached her with a slick noise.
Holy fuck! Oh wow! I, yes, Jesus I had thousands of preconceived idiocies about this. She felt so different. Soft, tight, squeezing, hot. I could have spat out all of these adjectives and missed the mark. There was dissonance, between what I wanted to expect and what I felt. I leaned in over her as she settled onto her back. She wiggled tighter to my hips, dragging me in right up to the base of my balls. She breathed out in long sighs. Her lower lip slowly slipped out of her teeth. She brushed my cheek.
“Yeah! Leo! Leo! Leo!” Anna clapped over Holly’s displeasure but the class took up her chant.
“Winning!” Lisa laughed falling backwards and punching out her arms in upraised victory. She was gasping, excitedly, her abdomen shook all around me. I pulled back. Fuck!
“Leo!” The class gave me my rhythm, in on my name. Lisa squealed. Her hands, one in her own hair, the other against my chest, sqeezed and flinched the way I felt I was losing control of all the muscles in parts and in full to the rhythm. At first, I only watched her. Saw the twists in her smile or the crinkles in her brow. I breathed, trying to keep it steady, trying to think. My toes slipped on the tiles. My knees lifted up her thighs. Her toes were swirling in the wind over my ass.
I kissed her. Kissed her and kissed her and kissed her and repeatedly pulled away. I rolled back, raising up, pulling her thighs up against my stomach. I saw around me now. There were only three or four girls still chanting. Marcia’s held her breast, slumped against wall of her stall. Dorothy, still on her knees, was turned to face me. She seemed content to have Marcia’s fingers running around her ears.
Anna and Holly were different kinds of excited. Anna was my biggest fan, it seemed. Holly was horribly embarrassed or impossibly excited. Carlie was masturbating behind the coach. Franny was doing a bit of a cheerleader thing. Yue was tucked further into the back of the shower.
Rowan and Bria were the furthest out of line of sight, but they were both leaning out of the stall to see the action. Bria was biting her lip to the edge of bleeding. Rowan looked offended. Tomi stood in her stall, arms crossed hatefully over her beautiful breasts. Water was pooling in around her arms and running in thick streams off of her elbows. Emmy had turned back to wash herself. That made me grumpy. Lisa reached up and grabbed my hair.
“Leo...” She grimaced in a cooing breath. Her mascara was splotched and running with the accumulating water. She looked partially destroyed from me. That was the tickle in my balls, the shudder in my shoulders. I leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers and slipped to the side.
“I can’t stop myself,” I warned. I couldn’t measure my hips. I pulled and stabbed as best I could but it was all sloppy at this point.
“Good, cum for me,” She heaved. Her breath was different again. Her lips smack and her sighs seemed electrocuted. I bit, without thinking, into the skin of her jaw. She screamed with a hellish echo all around showers. I came, like my cock was spitting and choking. I felt cold for a moment, felt content for a decade. I smiled as Lisa rocked up against me.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooh fuck...” She cursed and gasped and changed her tune several times. She scrambled. We had to roll to the side and onto my back. My elbow bumped the lip of Anna and Holly’s shower stall. I looked up to Anna as she giggled and stroked her toes over my arm. I grinned. She screamed a “Fuck yeah!”
The girls were all excited for me. I had told them to be but I was brain addled and caught in some afterglow brain mush. I smiled past the point of pain. Lisa was off of my dick but sitting astride my belly. She had her face in her hands.
“Can we get out of the showers now?” Asked the coach, “I’m as pruned as I’m going to get.”
“No,” Lisa was sobbing. I worried and swiggled up onto my butt. I saw Carlie step out again. I pointed at her and commanded, “Stay!” My attention was on Lisa. I hugged her around the waist and she hugged me around the head. Her breasts smothering my face. I was giddy. It was a struggle, Holly and Anna helped, to get to our feet.
“Lisa,” I cooed leaning in over her and brushing her hair away from her massacred makeup, “Lisa tell me what’s wrong.”
“You bastard,” She moaned, “You got me off.”
“He did?” Rowan snorted.
“Jesus girl, learn to cum. That was pathetic,” Gina laughed from her stall. They listened to my “Shut up!”
“Are you OK?”
“I’m happy with you,” She grumbled, “But I got to talk to Owen.”
“This is my fault,” I shook my head, “I can talk to—”
“Oh thank God!” Lisa turned like a lightswitch and swarmed around my trunk in the warmest hug I ever had, “If you make him break up with me. You have to keep me.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I tutted and stroked back her hair, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“But—”
“I’m kidding,” sort of, I kissed her again and she beamed. I pushed her into Holly and Anna.
“Ah, come on, there’s not really room for two in these stalls,” Holly bitched.
“Oh, shush,” Anna laughed, “You’re a wreck, Lisa.”
“OK, look, how much time do we have?” I asked around the showers.
“No more than twenty minutes,” Coach said, stepping out of her stall and walking towards me. Carlie loped out of her stall and zipped across to Tomi and Emmy’s. I eagerly watched her bouncing breasts all the way. I wouldn’t have run on those tiles, “You might get one more girl in.”
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