“The showers are open, but I can’t guarantee the temperature of the water,” the woman had said.She then added, “Or the color of it.”
After a minute, the water’s ice-cold temperature settled into a comfortable heat.As for the color?A milky wetness burst from the nozzle.It took another minute for the shower to mostly clear up.Not bothered by the suspect public water system, Giselle’s throbbing muscles and aching bones welcomed the hot streams.
She inspected the injury where Pony Tail had clawed her as they struggled for position in front of the goal.Five skin punctures and a set of parallel, bloody grooves ran across her side.She hissed when applying soap to clean the gashes, then shook off the pain while continuing her shower.
Lathered up and feeling better, she began to rinse off when someone bumped her out from beneath the nozzle.Startled, she stared in shock as a naked Pony Tail from the Bolts stood in the streaming water.She had unfastened her hair, and the long black strands draped to mid-back.
“What the hell is your problem?”Giselle barked.
“I don’t see one,” the girl replied in a nonchalant tone, hot water dribbling down her nude form.
“Look what you did to my side, you lumbering oaf,” Giselle said as she pointed at the injury.“Wedohave a problem.”
The girl turned around and showed a nasty bruise on her back the size of a fist.Beneath the purple discoloration, a long cut marred the skin near her tail bone.“Your teammates are also oafs, number nine.When I was on the ground after a tackle, I received an elbow to my back and a cleat to my spine.”She faced Giselle, her brown eyes cold in a stone face.“It’s all part of the game.Chill.”
Giselle suddenly felt like a scolded child.She also felt foolish.Am I seriously whining over a sports injury?That sounded weak, and this Bolts player is right.It’s part of the game.
“Well, I stopped you from a header on that corner kick,” Giselle remarked.“So I guess we’re even.”
“Yeah, nice jersey grab, number nine,” the girl replied.“But I guess that’s also part of the game.”The barest hint of a smile flashed, then disappeared as her hard countenance returned.Giselle returned the smirk and introduced herself.
“Janice,” the girl responded.She took Giselle’s soapy loofah from a peg and began rubbing it over her body.
“Hey!”Giselle protested.“Use your own crap.And there are eleven other shower heads.Why are you using mine?”
“I liked what was beneath it,” Janice commented.She lathered herself down, her intense gaze roaming over Giselle’s body.Unashamed, she made the meaning obvious.
Heat painted Giselle’s cheeks.She swallowed, not able to help her own wandering eyes.Janice had years of soccer etched into her tall frame: firm and shapely legs, flat belly, toned arms.Athletic, strong, and a great player, the girl had been a critical factor for the Bolts all season.
Janice finished washing up.Giselle blushed again when she realized she hadn’t moved the entire time, frozen as she watched.The Bolt grabbed Giselle’s shoulders and pulled her under the gushing nozzle.Water drenched them both, hot rivulets racing down bare skin as their bodies touched.
Giselle’s heart quickened, her gaze locked on the girl’s taut features.Immobilized by Janice’s tough and intimidating presence, she could barely speak, let alone react.“W-What are you doing?”
“Committing a foul.”
Janice massaged Giselle’s shoulders.Her strong grip pressed and squeezed, skilled fingers targeting the right places to relieve tight muscles.The hot water poured, adding to the pleasurable feeling beneath the girl’s touch as steam enveloped the pair.
Ok, this is unexpected.Even more baffling, why am I letting her?
Giselle closed her eyes.Her lips parted in elevated breathing.Despite the heated shower, gooseflesh rose on her skin.A light, embarrassing moan escaped her throat.She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at Janice beneath a reddened face.Giselle relaxed and swayed a bit as the girl’s hands molded her flesh in stress-killing kneads.
The massage turned into petting.Hot hands moved over Giselle’s naked body in seductive, moist grinds.Palms slid down her arms, stroked across her belly, and rubbed her back.Fingers combed over the swells of her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples until they stood in hard, stimulated points.Giselle’s heart thundered.Eyes still shut, every new touch on her body triggered intense arousal.
What the hell am I doing with my rival in a public shower?This nonsense is straight out of a movie.And yet…gosh this feels good!Her touch is light, precise and with purpose.Not like the clumsy, forceful gropes of a horny guy.I feel as if I’m caressing myself.Janice obviously knows a woman’s body in a physical sense.As for mental, she knew I’d submit the moment she pushed me from beneath the nozzle to steal my shower.
Giselle opened her eyes, and Janice’s mouth found hers.Their lips meshed in a soft, delicate kiss of taste, sensation, and initial exploration.Gentle suckles, pecks, and tender repositioning occurred as eager lips slid together in slow-burning passion.
Wow.Again, not like a lip-mashing grind fest beneath a heavy-breathing guy ready to burst.I enjoy sex with men, nothing wrong with that.But Janice…beneath the hardened warrior on the field and the Freddy Kruger nails, she’s conquered me physically, dominated my mind, and now robbed me emotionally as I turn into putty and desire more.
Giselle tasted the girl’s warm, probing tongue as water dripped over their faces.In feverish petting, her trembling hands discovered Janice’s shoulders, neck, and cheeks.As the kissing endured, Janice’s deliberate and non-rushed gentleness shivered Giselle’s spine.Her insides began to heat and lubricate, the folds of her vagina swollen and soft.Stiff nipples pressed into each other’s flesh, the sensation electric as the young women panted in mutual stimulation.
Giselle moaned when Janice’s hand slid down to her crotch.She instinctively parted her feet for easier access.Conscious of her long nails, Janice’s middle finger lightly massaged the engorged, moist folds.Her touch sent bolts of pleasure into Giselle as she wrapped her arms behind the young woman’s neck.
From base to tip, Janice’s finger slid across Giselle’s sensitive clit and between the labia in long, slow strokes.Shivers and goosebumps shocked her body, toes curling into the wet tile.She whimpered as lubrication oozed from her vagina, further coating Janice’s finger in slickness.
Her breath ragged, Giselle broke the kiss and buried her face in Janice’s neck.Holding tight, she lifted a leg and curled it behind her partner’s thigh.Her rival’s strong arm rested behind Giselle’s back, the other hand in complete control as Janice continued the erotic stimulation.
Janice slashed me with those long-nailed fingers and drew blood.Now she’s using them to pull an orgasm from my body.Damn, I’m on fire and getting close!Could this situation get any crazier?
