Chapter Two #2
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?
Giselle melted into Janice, clinging to the Bolt she had competed against a short while ago.
The girl’s finger maintained its even pace, the measured strokes sliding between swollen folds and over the exposed clit.
Tingles exploded over Giselle’s flesh. Her heated insides spasmed in a powerful climax.
She shook and cried out. Her juice squirted against Janice’s hand, mixing with shower water as it dribbled down her legs.
Euphoria erupted in powerful waves. Giselle’s grip on the young woman tightened, emotion bursting in a vast connection of sexual lust. Her hungry mouth pressed against Janice’s. This time, the kiss grew in fervor as the effects of the orgasm drove greater desire.
After a moment, Janice broke away. Her intense gaze froze Giselle as she panted and trembled in place.
Strong hands turned Giselle and marched her forward until she pressed against the tile wall by a shelf holding her body gel.
A splayed hand pushed against her back to hold her in place.
Like a criminal being arrested, she hugged the wall and couldn’t move.
“What are—”
Her right butt cheek exploded in pain from a powerful spank. The sharp, fleshy slap echoed in the tiled room. Giselle squeezed her eyes shut and hissed. Heat erupted on her rear, her face also warming in shock and embarrassment. The pressure on her back eased as Janice walked away, giggling.
“Hey!” Giselle called. The Bolt yanked a towel from a peg near the wide doorway and disappeared into the locker room.
“Good luck in the losers bracket, number nine,” Janice’s fading voice teased.
Giselle stood alone, her head spinning. What the hell?
That girl knows how to twist minds and wring out emotions.
And I can tell she enjoys it. She took a deep breath, then shook her head.
Whatever. I admit that orgasm was pretty good.
I needed it after all that’s happened today, on and off the field.
She gave herself another scrub down, mostly to kill time because she didn’t want to see Janice outside.
After a few minutes, she shut off the water and collected her things.
Tiptoeing toward the locker room, she wrapped herself in a towel and felt silly while trying to hide.
Thankfully, she didn’t hear anyone as she crossed over to the restroom and stared at her reflection over a sink.
Beneath her dirty blond hair, brown eyes widened at a red welt high on the right side of her forehead.
She leaned closer to the mirror, frowning.
When did that happen? She had fallen so many times during the rough match against the Bolts, the injury could have occurred at any point.
She also noticed a scuff on her left shoulder as if the cleansing had revealed hidden wounds.
Her back also ached, which meant her entire body would be sore tomorrow.
“It’s all part of the game,” she said to her reflection, repeating Janice’s words.
Giselle trudged to her locker to change into sweats.
She pulled out the sports bag and plopped it on the bench.
She unzipped it and stared, her mouth parting in surprise.
A muddy soccer ball had been stuffed inside—the one she had kicked at Tony.
She slowly removed the ball as if it ticked like a bomb.
What the heck? How did this get in here?
Another glance into the bag revealed the answer. She plucked out a folded note and read.
Nice kick, Chalmers. But you almost missed me, so let me give you some pointers.
Turn your left foot out more when you plant it.
Keep your shoulders forward and head down a bit longer as you follow through with the kick.
You’re lifting your chin too early, which is throwing off your trajectory.
The power is there, but your aim is crap.
I noticed these bad habits during the game and in others you’ve played in.
Your offsides “goal” was almost blocked because of posture.
Try these tips and you’ll see improvement.
Tony
Giselle’s eyes narrowed as irritation burned in her chest. She crumpled the paper and spiked it against the locker. “He did not just mansplain to me how to kick a soccer ball!”
She rummaged in the bag and pulled out her sweats, now soiled by the muddy ball. “Really?” Annoyed, she changed into the dirty outfit, zipped the bag closed, then slammed the locker shut.
Her thoughts whirled. Tony must have snuck in here during my shower. The nerve—
Giselle gasped. He didn’t see me and Janice, did he? Or hear me…moaning? Mortified at the possibility, she hurried out of the building and back to her car.