Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 12:16:01 -0700 (PDT)

From: Alex J <alex_wdc85@yahoo.com>

Subject: Seduced By A Volleyball Goddess, Chapter 2
Seduced By A Volleyball Goddess, Chapter 2
(FF, auth, reluc)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18, do not read it.
Author's Note:
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please contact the author for permission.
Thanks for all the great feedback on chapter one! This chapter will be a
little more slow, as it sets the stage for some hopefully interesting later
chapters.
Please mail to Alex_WDC85@yahoo.com if you have suggestions or comments.
Copyright 2008, All Rights Reserved.
--Chapter 2
I woke up from my post orgasm-induced sleep when I felt Lisa untangling
herself from me as she got out of the basement apartment's bed. Half-awake,
I instinctively yearned for her warm skin and her touch. My semi-lucid
thoughts ran to this dominating young woman who had driven me to sexual
heights I'd never known existed. She'd come into my life and turned it
upside down, opening me to a world of strange passion and lesbian lust.
I heard the bedroom door open and water begin to run in the bathroom down
the hall. I shook myself fully awake and looked down at my nude body, still
coated in a film of passion-induced sweat. My nipples were swollen and
aching slightly, and my trimmed pubic hair was matted with pussyjuice. I
remembered everything that had gone on, what I had done at Lisa's commands
and what Lisa had done to me; the bedroom smelled of sweat and arousal: it
smelled of lesbian sex.
I got to my feet and walked to the bathroom, embarrassed and shaken now by
what had gone on. I could feel my skin flushing red at the shame of it. I
had been seduced by a girl barely out of her teens in my own home! I'd had
sex with a woman! How could this have happened to me? I'd never even
considered women sexually attractive before today, and now I had suckled a
girl's breasts, eaten her out, and been finger-fucked to orgasm by one! I'd
kissed her soft lips, run my tongue over her thighs, breasts, nipples,
everywhere. I was lost in these strange new feelings and wants.
I stepped into the bathroom and the sight of Lisa, nude and beautiful,
immediately confirmed my former thoughts. Her tall, sculpted body, long
legs, and proud swell of her breast filled my eyes as she stood at the
sink, patting her chest with a hand towel. The view of her taunt muscles
and flawless pale skin had my pussy beginning to moisten all over

again. God! I thought, this athlete, this goddess had fucked me! My own
nipples tingled as I knew in my heart that the sex I'd had with Lisa was
the best love-making I'd ever experienced.
Lisa must have seen me staring hungrily at her in the mirror.
"Up already, little Debbie?" she asked as she turned around, sizing me up
while giving me another view of her long, tall, feminine body.
My eyes caught on her pink eraser-tip nipples, and then moved down her firm
stomach muscles to her tapered waist, flared hips, and finally her swollen
sex and pussy lips still glistening. There were butterflies in my stomach
and my mouth went dry. In an instant I wondered if I'd become a lesbian in
that bedroom. I felt I was suddenly in a new place, a world of lust and
passion unlike any I'd ever known. And though I was confused and
light-headed, I knew this as well: I needed to have Lisa again. I needed to
lick her pussy and make her cum, to smell her hair, taste her mouth, to
have her kiss me and touch my body. Maybe I *am* a lesbian, I thought.
"Ready for more, little straight girl?" the toned volleyball player
asked. "Does seeing a naked woman's body get you hot and bothered again?
What is it?"
"I was just thinking about what we did," I said slowly, sheepishly, my
hands covering my small breasts. I began to massage my nipples, not even
thinking about what I was doing.
"You made me cum, whore," she said simply. "And you loved it."
"I guess....I guess so," I said, unwillingly, my shame flaming up at being
called a whore by this girl.
Lisa was on me in a flash; she grabbed me up in her strong arms, lifting me
right off the tiled floor until we were there, face-to-face in an
embrace. I struggled for a moment, but Lisa's eyes blazed at me.
"No guessing about it, Debbie," she growled as she kneaded my ass cheeks
with her long, strong fingers. I couldn't move. Her breasts pressed
fiercely against mine.
"You're mine now," she said, then leaned down and kissed me passionately.
I melted in her grip, my tongue quickly darting out to wrestle with hers as
my heart pounded and pussy began to gush. I instinctively wrapped my legs
tightly around her firm hips, my arms around her neck. I hoisted my small
body against her towering strength, my crotch pressing into her own. She
grunted appreciatively as I began to unconsciously rock my pussy against
her mons as we kissed. She stood as tall and strong as a tree, holding me
up like a man holds a woman. I ran my fingers up and down her broad strong
shoulders, amazed at the strumming interplay of her muscles below her
skin. She was firm and soft at the same time, loving and commanding in the
same breath. My eyes glazed over with lust as we kissed again and again.
Lisa effortlessly walked me to the sink and sat me down on the edge of the
counter. Never breaking contact, she proceeded to ravish me, kissing my
lips and neck, lightly biting my shoulders and earlobes, pushing her long
tongue into my ear, all while squeezing my breasts and running her fingers
across the entrance to my pussy. I was breathless, my senses full of her
smell, her hair, kissing her back and feeling the heat from her body all
over mine. She was relentless. Another earth-shaking orgasm was building up

in me as each moment passed, getting stronger and stronger.

"I'm going to move in," she said in a pause between her kisses and
bites. "And I'll even pay you. But there's just one thing...."
"What's that?" I asked distractedly while arching my back in order to rub
my small breasts against her wonderful chest.
"The only way you'll get a rent check from me is if I get to use your hot
dyke mouth at any time, whenever I want it."
I gasped, realizing what Lisa was ordering me to become..
"When I want your tongue in my pussy," she continued. "You give it to me
right then. No questions asked. Are were clear?"
In the back of my mind I knew that she was using me, but we both knew that
I needed her so badly. And we needed the money desperately. Lisa had me
right where she wanted me. I nodded my head.
"Good," Lisa said with finality.
She picked me off the counter effortlessly and laid me down onto my back on
the floor, my head resting on the bathmat. She stood over me, her strong
muscles flexing, and put her feet on both sides of my head. I looked up her
long, long legs to where they met at her delicious looking pink
cunt. Looking at it I knew I wanted it, wanted to please this goddess with
my tongue. I began stroking Lisa's rock hard calves, as if encouraging her
to lower her pussyslit to my waiting mouth, all the while trying to deny in
my mind what I was doing.
"Oh Debbie," she cooed down at me. "Time to make me feel good. Here it
comes, my little slut."
My volleyball seductress then lowered herself to my face, her pussyslit
meeting my lips and nose in a wet kiss. I inhaled her fragrance and opened
my mouth wide. As confused as I was, I still knew what I wanted, needed to
do. I began lapping at the nectar coming out of Lisa's cunt, tasting again
the complex, heady mixture, kneading the hot flesh with my tongue. My hands
went to her firm ass on my chest as she fully enveloped my face with her
pussy. I could hear her heavy breathing as I began lapping at her pussy.
"You're getting even better at this," Lisa said, growling with pleasure and
running her fingers through my hair as I lay trapped underneath her.
"Get in there," she ordered, and I began tonguefucking her tasty gash.
She panted and rocked her crotch over my face. My hands ran up and down her
lower back, feeling the firm swell of her asscheeks, her powerful thighs as
she squatted above me. I was completely dominated, immobile, only good to
serve this goddess above me.
"Yes, yes," Lisa said slowly, rocking gently on my face. "To think you
thought you were straight, with a talented tongue like yours. You were made
to please a woman with that mouth. You're the best I've had in a long time,
little Debbie."
Through my pentetrating tongue I felt her lower stomach muscles ripple as
she gave a little laugh. I closed my eyes, partially in shame, partially to
concentrate on the task above me. My tongue made laps around Lisa's

pussylips, diving in to the center of her sweet arousal for more juice time
and again. Lisa's moans of pleasure and encouragements echoed around the
bathroom.
After a few minutes servicing her, Lisa lifted her pussy away from my
mouth, pulling herself slightly forward until my mouth rested at her pink
rosebud. I paused in my ministrations, not understanding what she wanted me
to do next.
"Eat my ass, slut," Lisa ordered. "Use your tongue."
I resisted, never having done anything like this before. Lisa increased her
weight on me, pushing my mouth into her asscrack. I was surprised to find
the flesh between her buttocks smelled sweetly of clean sweat. Still, I
tried to stop what I was going to be forced into doing.
"Do it, little Debbie," she said, more harshly, grinding herself into my
nose and face. Her grip on my hair tightened until it became painful.
I tentatively reached out with my tongue and made contact with her puckered
bud. I wetted it with my tongue and, at Lisa's urging, soon began lapping
all around her rear entrance. She sighed with pleasure as I worked back
along to her gash, then again to her asshole, driving my small tongue
against her muscular ring like a natural. I was so debased, but continued
to lick her hole, probing the sphincter each time with my tongue. I applied
pressure and slowly my tongue penetrated the opening. My lust had driven me
to do whatever Lisa wanted me to. I was her whore.
"Oooh," she cooed. "That's so good, Debbie. Such a talented little girl you
are. You should see yourself, on your back, eating my ass. God, you're a
sweet hot bitch."
She reached back with her left arm and cupped my sopping wet crotch and
rubbing my pussy. My body responded automatically; I arched my back and
drove my hips up to make stronger contact with her hand. She massaged my
pussy as I kept up my assault on her cunt and ass, my moans of pleasure
mixing with her deeper groans. My tongue stroked Lisa from the top of her
slit, across her opening, and down between her ass cheeks.
"Morning, noon, and night, little Debbie," Lisa said distantly as she began
shuddering above me, her orgasm approaching. "Your mouth is going to be
right here."
I felt my own orgasm coming, matching Lisa's as she again penetrated me
with her deliciously long fingers. My hips thrust up and back, up and back
against her hand wantonly. My legs were spread wide like a whore's, and
they began to shake as I felt the impending onslaught of my biggest orgasm
yet. Lisa pressed her cunt down against my mouth, covering it completely.
"Yes!" she shouted. "I'm cumming, you bitch!"
My mouth was flooded again with Lisa's warm juices as I felt her spasm and
release repeatedly. My own orgasm crashed into me moment later, a strained
groan coming from my chest as waves of pleasure rolled through my body,
rising from the tip of my toes to the center of my being. My explosive
breaths heated Lisa's soft lips that were now coated with her
pussycream. Coming down from my orgasm, I licked it up like it was my last
meal.
Still shuddering and gasping, I felt Lisa's wet fingers at my mouth. I

opened automatically, knowing that I was cleaning my own cum off her
fingers. The taste was different, less sweet and more tart, but I didn't
stop for a second until her hand was clean and my orgasm subsided.
After a few moments more resting herself on my chest, Lisa abruptly stood
up and walked out the bathroom door. I lay there, fulfilled but still
horny, on the bathroom floor in a small pool of my own pussyjuice. God, I
thought, she'd done it to me again. I was still ravenous for Lisa's sexy,
athletic body. I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. I'd
agreed to become a lesbian whore for this college-aged girl! God, I
thought, I am so low.
A few moments later Lisa's beautiful, flushed face popped back through the
doorway. She had a funny little smile on her pouty lips.
"Debbie, is that a car I hear outside?" she asked, mock-innocently.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. It *was* a car in the driveway--my daughter
Sophie's ride must be dropping her off!
I immediately got up, woozy from both the sudden movement and the
earth-shattering orgasm I'd just experienced. In a second I bolted out of
the bathroom, and ran for the stairs. There was no time to even try to get
dressed. As I jumped through the basement door that connected the apartment
to the rest of the house, I heard Lisa downstairs quietly laughing at my
predicament. It must have been a sight to see; a recently fucked
32-year-old mother running bareass naked through her own house. But there
was no time to worry about that. I dashed through the kitchen completely
nude, trying to avoid any windows that looked out on the street. I had just
made it to my bedroom door as I heard the front door open and my daughter's
voice announce she was home.
I grabbed my light, short summertime silk robe from where I'd hung it that
morning, and was feverishly tying it around my naked, sweaty body when
Sophie walked into the room.
"There you are," she said. "Didn't you hear me calling?"
My 11-year-old daughter was still wearing her one-piece blue swimsuit from
her lesson, her sun bleached blond hair done up in a braid that was still
damp from the pool. She was a beautiful girl, taking after her
grandmother's petite good looks. Her breasts had begun to develop and her
face had lost all traces of babyfat in the last year. She had a beach towel
wrapped around her small hips. I saw again how she'd become a young woman,
no longer just my little girl anymore. Now she looked at me, puzzled.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Where you running or something?"
"Oh," I said quickly, trying to cover up my nudity, my still-tingling
nipples and sweat-soaked hair. "No, I was just jumping out of the shower
when you came in, honey. That's why I didn't hear you."
"Okay," Sophie said; I could hear the disbelief in her voice. She looked at
me intently, almost as if she was really seeing me for the first time. She
wrinkled her nose. "Something smells weird in here, too."
My god, she was smelling Lisa's cum and my own! "No," I said, running on
automatic. "It's a new perfume I'm trying out. It's-it's called a 'musk.'
Now why don't you head to the kitchen and I'll be down shortly to make you
a snack?" I rapidly pushed Sophie out of the door and closed it behind her.

"Fine, Mom. Geez," she said through the door, sounding aggrieved.
I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed, let out a breath, and shook my
head. My seduction by Lisa had turned my life upside down in just a few
hours. Here I was, engaged in a torrid sexual affair, fucked twice in an
afternoon by a 20-year-old girl, and lying to my daughter already. But I
resolved to always keep what had happened a secret--I couldn't tell my
husband I cheated on him, and my daughter must never know that her mother
had been in a lesbian affair with a virtual stranger--it just wasn't
right. She was growing up so fast; what would it do to her to know what
Lisa had done to me?
First things first, though; I had to clean up the evidence from my tryst
with Lisa immediately. I walked into my bathroom and turned on a cool
shower. I removed my robe and stopped to look at my reflection in the
mirror. An attractive nude woman barely in her 30s looked back at me, her
skin colored with the warm flush of mind-blowing orgasms in her recent
past, a trim nude woman who had been royally fucked and satisfied by the
best sex she'd ever experienced.
I noted distantly that Lisa's light love bites could still be seen on my
neck and shoulders very faintly. Thinking about Lisa's lips and mouth got
me excited immediately, so to banish the thoughts I jumped into the brisk
spray of the shower. I washed away the sweat and love juices from my hair,
body, face, lips and chin while gasping under the cool water. My abused
nipples and cunt throbbed as I washed them, a sort of deep ache that came
from a hard fucking, I now knew. I felt at once both completely drained and
completely relaxed. Despite my seduction and use at the hands of Lisa, it
had been the most exciting and fulfilling afternoon of my life.
Visions of Lisa's green commanding eyes, her pink, pink pussy lips, her
firm ass and perfect face still lingered in my mind as I toweled dry, got
dressed, and went to the kitchen to prepare a post-swim meal for Sophie.
"Who was the pretty lady who was here?" she asked after I served her a bowl
of soup and a sandwich. I almost dropped a glass I had been washing in the
sink.
"That's-that's Lisa, honey," I said, unsteadily. "She's going...to be
moving in. Did you talk to her?"
"No," Sophie said. "I saw her leaving when you were in the shower again. Is
she nice?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "Oh yes. She's very nice."
"She's tall and strong-looking."
"She's a volleyball player at the college," I said.
"Do you think I'll look like that if I keep working out?"
I looked over at Sophie and noted how her own shoulders and back had become
strong and smooth, thanks to two years of weekly swim practice and
meets. She as sleek and petite, her small breasts fitting in nicely with
her compact frame and tight muscles. For an instant I had a vision of
Lisa's sculpted back, but just as quickly shied away from the image in my
mind.

"Oh, you're still growing," I said, just speaking to try to balance

myself. "Maybe someday you'll look something like Lisa, but only if you
want to. You're already my beautiful girl."
"Cool," Sophie said.. She went back to her dinner and looking at the latest
Pink catalog that had come in the mail.
Thinking about Sophie's underwear catalog made me instantly think about all
the incriminating evidence that must be in the basement apartment,
including the clothes I'd been wearing before Lisa seduced me out of
them. While Sophie was still eating I quickly went downstairs to clean
up. As I walked into the bedroom I saw the rumpled bedspread where Lisa and
I had lain nude together, and my clothes on the floor from my lesbian
striptease. Small silk-covered buttons were scattered into the corners of
the room. And the room smelled of sex from top to bottom. I opened the
basement window and went to cleaning up, all the while running the
incredibly hot and shocking events I participated in this room through my
mind. I was completely horny all over again.
When I walked into the bathroom I saw it; Lisa had left her tiny pink thong
on the sink counter along with a note. I grabbed up the thong, still damp,
and read over the note, written in a firm hand.
"Dear little Debbie,
There is pre-season volleyball game at the college tonight at 7 pm. Come
and see me play. Dress yourself nicely, like you're going on a date. I want
you in the stands. Don't disappoint me.
--L"
I crumpled the note and shoved it in my pants pocket. Who did she think she
was, ordering me around? I'm not going to go on a 'date' with a woman in
public! What would people think? What would my daughter think?
My other hand still held Lisa's thong; it was a supreme force of will for
me to not bring the tiny piece of fabric up to my nose to smell her sweet
pussy again. Instead, I stuffed the thong into my pocket and marched myself
back upstairs, mad and confused. There was no way I was going to go to the
volleyball game. Lisa may be a beautiful woman, may have been the one to
take my lesbian virginity, but she wasn't the boss of me.
I put away my dirty clothes and sat down on the sofa in the living room
with an early glass of wine. I turned on the tv and started rapidly
flipping through the channels, not even watching the screen. But I would be
strong; she couldn't order me around.
Ten minutes later I was on the phone pleading for Nina, Sophie's
17-year-old babysitter, to come over for an unplanned emergency
sitting. She reluctantly agreed when I offered an extra 20 dollars and
promised I'd be back before 10 pm. Moments later I found myself nude again
in my bedroom, feverishly looking through my drawers to find the bra and
panty set David had given me for our anniversary a few years ago. I almost
never wore them: a pink push-up bra and matching thong studded with tiny
black ribbon bows. I slipped both on, noticing in the mirror with a new
appreciation how the bra accentuated my small breasts, and how the high cut
thong displayed my firm ass cheeks.
I put on a stylish light blue summer dress that come down to just above my
knees. On automatic I fixed my hair, put on a light coat of makeup, good

perfume, and modest heels. In minutes I walked downstairs where I let Nina
in to the house, kissed a surprised Sophie on the head and before I knew it
I was walking into the college sports complex on campus.
The volleyball game had already begun when I walked into the large, echoing
college gymnasium. I heard the squeak of tennis shoes on the gleaming
hardwood floor, the slap of the volleyball against palms, the clapping and
cheering of the fans, and shouts of female empowerment, excitement and
frustration. A large crowd sat in the wooden stands watching the game
intently. I was overdressed for the game and immediately felt
self-conscious. I found a seat a little apart from the other spectators,
tried to calm myself, and started scanning the floor for Lisa.
The varsity volleyball team was made up of beautiful women athletes. The
twelve women on both teams were wearing tight compression boyshorts,
equally tight capsleeve jerseys with their numbers and school colors, and
kneehigh socks with thick white kneepads. Most had their hair back in
ponytails that flowed and danced in the air as they moved around the
court. Their strong legs flashed as they struggled for the ball and
sometimes slid across the hardwood on their knees.
My breath caught when I saw Lisa, strong and radiant, in the front line,
taller than the other women. Her large breasts strained against her jersey,
and her hair was back in an elaborate braid. Her shorts hugged her firm
asscheeks and the dark fabric cupped the sweet bulge of her mons. She was
sweating lightly and moving around the floor like a panther.
The action on the floor was fast and professional. There was a bump, a set,
and then suddenly Lisa leapt high up to attack. Her long, tall body made a
powerful backward arch in the air, the hem of her jersey rose up exposing
her defined abs as she slammed the ball over the net and scored a
point. Her teammates cheered and quickly gathered for a brief group hug,
their hands resting for a split moment on each others' toned asses, before
they returned to the line.
I was transfixed by their beauty, their femininity, and their incredibly
hot, sexy bodies, Lisa's most of all. I began clapping and cheering with
the rest; Lisa must have heard me when, in a brief lull in the action, she
looked over at me with that predatory smile on her face. She even winked at
me across the floor, and I involuntarily blushed as I felt my nipples
harden and pussy grow moist. God, I was insatiable for this woman.
At that moment I heard a voice calling my name from the stands beside
me. It was Barbara, a nice coworker of mine who was a few years older than
me.
"Debbie! I didn't know you were a sports fan," she called over. She had
come to the game with her two children as treat..
"Oh, it's something...new for me," I said unconvincingly. I saw several
other spectators look over at me, seeming to linger on my overdressed
outfit.
"And you look so pretty!" Barb said, then complimented me on my dress and
hair. "Do you have something special going on later?"
"No, no," I said, panicking. "I...just wanted to get out of the house and
dress up, you know?"
"Sure," Barb said. She knew David was deployed overseas.. I could tell she

wasn't satisfied with my answer but wasn't going to press, for which I was
grateful.
I turned back to trying to watch the game, all the time criticizing myself
for being so foolish as to follow Lisa's order to come to her game dressed
up for a date! God, could I be any more obvious? What would people think?
Soon enough, though, the spectacle of strong female bodies in front of me
overtook my concerns. These young women were sharp competitors, flashing
hand signals to each other behind their backs, encouraging each other with
shouts and cheers, all the while strategizing and keeping their eyes on the
ball. Their firm asses were encased in their compression boyshorts, their
breasts constricted by sports bras, but they all were so sexy. God, I
thought, what has Lisa done to me? It wasn't only her body that got me
horny, it was all those girls' as well!
As the game went on Lisa scored five kills and pushed the team to
victory. After a congratulatory team hug, the pre-season game was over and
the crowds in the stands began to quickly disperse. Lisa looked happy and
was taking high fives, fist bumps, and quick, fierce hugs from members of
the team. When each one of those girls hugged her, I remembered what it was
like to be in Lisa's warm, strong embrace.
Lisa and her teammates were packing up their gear from their sideline seats
when she waved me over from the stands.. I obeyed reluctantly, hoping that
all the other spectators left in the gym wouldn't notice me being at the
beck and call of this athletic girl. I slowly walked across the court and
was instantly surrounded by these tall, female athletes, their uniforms
sweaty and clinging to their delicious bodies.. I tried as hard as I could
to not stare, but these college girls were all so beautiful, fresh, tight
and toned.
Lisa continued talking to her fellow teammates, ignoring me. I stood in my
summer dress and heels there on the court, my hands clasped nervously in
front of me, almost like I was waiting for my boyfriend to get done joshing
with his friends back in high school. I felt like a teenager, not a woman
12 years Lisa's senior. I was squirming, wanting to get away, to be back
home, not to be surrounded by all these young, attractive, sexy women.
One of the other players eventually glanced over at me, then raised a
questioning eyebrow to Lisa.
"Oh, that's Debbie," Lisa told her. "I'm living with her." She reached out
and put her sweating arm briefly but possessively around my shoulders.
"She's--she's renting an apartment in my house," I quickly
clarified. "We're not 'living together.'" I gave a nervous little laugh.
"Riiight," said Lisa's teammate. She was a cute brunette with very muscular
thighs who smiled at Lisa before walking out of the gymnasium.
"Come with me," Lisa said to me in a low, commanding voice before she too
left the gymnasium with her gear over her shoulder.
I walked a few paces behind
those lycra shorts, and her
socks. We were walking down
in an instant and pushed me

her, my eyes drawn to her hot ass cradled by

muscular calves covered by her kneehigh
a mostly dark side hall when Lisa turned to me
against the wall.

"Don't contradict me about what we are doing, you slut," she growled, her

hands on my breasts, the heat from her body permeating through my light
dress.
"No, I won't," I stammered, shocked and surprised. "I won't again, Lisa."
I was petrified--what if someone turned down the hall and saw me there,
being felt up by this girl? I wanted her to stop, but her hands were
already doing their magic on me; all thoughts I had of trying to resist her
were being burned out.
"Good," she said with a sudden smile. "You look so nice for me, little
Debbie, my little lipstick lesbian date. Kiss me."
I stretched up and kissed her luscious lips, tasting the salt and sweat
from her, lost in her sweetness for a moment. Anyone could have walked into
the hall and found us in an instant, but I couldn't care less. My hand went
to the waistband of Lisa's tight lycra shorts, my fingers trying to find a
way inside and down to her pussyslit. Lisa pulled her hips back and broke
off our kisses.
"Whoa, whoa, you horny dyke," she said smiling at me. "None for you. Not
now."
Reading the disappointment that must have been evident in my face, she
laughed. "Don't worry. You're coming with me to the locker room. Now, give
me your panties." She stepped back and held out her hand, waiting.
I stared at her, mortified, and her green eyes looked down at me. Just as I
thought I would be able to resist her ordering me around with her note, I
was wrong again. I stole a glance up and down the hall, didn't see anyone,
and quickly I lifted my dress and pulled down my pink and black panties,
handing them to her.
"Cute," Lisa said approving. She sniffed them briefly. "Wet for me
already. Good. Now come."
She stuck my panties in her gym bag and walked down the hall to the locker
room. I followed, feeling the delicious crispness of the cool air of the
hallway against my heated, damp pussy. I felt so depraved, but I didn't
turn around and leave.
We walked into the heat, light, and steamy humidity of the women's team
locker room. The players and others were spread out in various states of
undress, some sitting at their lockers, others chatting in towels or their
uniforms. I heard the hiss of showerheads and felt the warm heat of the
room envelop me. It was a sea of hot female flesh; I tried to keep my eyes
on Lisa, pretending my peripheral vision wasn't working at all. There were
other women in the locker room beside the players, though none of them were
wearing a dress like me. Instead they looked to be assistants, trainers,
and coaches, all wearing blue polo shirts and khaki shorts.
"She's with me," Lisa announced to the boisterous room as we walked in and
over to her locker in a quiet corner of the back set of bright blue
lockers. Lisa's declaration gave me a sudden thrill. I had been claimed by
this beautiful woman; at the same time it humiliated me all the more. The
tall, athletic girl then proceeded to sit on a bench and untie her
shoes.. My thighs were dampening with each passing second in this room full
of sexy women, but I couldn't stop myself from staring at Lisa's lycra-clad
crotch as she pulled off her shoes.

"Reach into my locker there and grab out those kneepads," she told me as
she stood, pulled off her sweaty jersey, and pulled down her compression
shorts.
She was wearing a white sports bra and a seamless black Asics thong. Both
contrasted deliciously against her pale toned skin. A tiny silver stud
winked in her belly button; seeing it made me want to drop to my knees and
kiss her firm, toned belly. I pulled my eyes away from her body and reached
in to get the pair of fresh white Wilson kneepads.
As I moved to hand them to her she said, "Oh, no. Those are for you."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"You'll need them," she said in a low voice, "For all the time you'll be
spending on your knees sucking my cunt. Take them and keep them ready for
me."
My mouth was still hanging open as Lisa quickly pulled off her bra, letting
her beautiful tits free, and then shucked down her sweat-soaked thong to
the locker room floor. Her amazonian body was on display for me again, and
again made me flush with lust. Her shaved pussy looked good enough to eat.
"Looking forwarding to moving in tomorrow," she said, nonchalantly, as she
threw a towel over her left shoulder. "See you later, Debbie."
"But...." I said, grasping.
"But what?" she growled. "You want more of my pussy, Debbie? You want me to
get you off?"
"...Yes," I whispered in the locker room.
"Good," she said. "Now get out of here."
She turned away toward the showers giving me a view of her luscious ass and
long, long legs. She didn't look back.
--End Chapter 2. If you enjoyed the story or have comments or suggestions,
please email me at Alex_WDC85@yahoo.com.