THE SHOWER “INCIDENT”
It’s not like my teammates aren’t pretty (they are) but the King’s Academy girls…wow. Those girls lived and breathed volleyball (as evidenced by how badly they beat us). I even heard that a couple of them were being scouted by the pros and with good reason.
They were all 5’7 or taller with thick, muscular thighs, abs that made you never want to eat a cookie again, sleek, toned arms and their asses…let's just say I imagined they felt like sinking into a soft, yet firm pillow. So yes, I was majorly jealous of their bodies, but I didn’t have nary a sexual thought. At least I didn’t until we hit the showers.
For such a nice school, their locker room was straight out of the 80s. I’m talking full-on community shower setup, a la Carrie. It definitely needed the renovations. The King’s Academy girls used the shower heads on the right side of the locker room, and we used the ones on the left. For some unknown reason, one of the Amazonian Volleyball Goddesses crossed the unspoken boundary and began showering on our side and right next to me.
She smiled, and I immediately looked away. Hey, I don’t cavort with the enemy, especially an enemy that had just whopped our asses. I turned to my right, hoping Katie had made it to the showers, but my BFF takes forever to do anything. She was probably still in the bleachers talking to the hot guy she’d been eye-fucking during the game (I’m sure contributing to our loss). Eh, no biggie. I kept my eyes straight ahead and my mind on the task at hand.
“Excuse me?”
I turned to the left and found myself eye level with a pair of full, perky breasts that were almost as large as my own. With burning cheeks, I looked up, cursing my short stature.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I could borrow your soap? I left mine in my gym bag.”
I fought to keep my gaze on her face, but I had never seen such a perfect pair of tits in real life and wanted to take another look. In a clinical and non-sexual way, of course.
“Sure, no problem.”
I reached for my bottle of soap, but not before noticing that her nipples were slightly erect. My neck burned and my own nipples stiffened in response. I was so mortified by my body’s betrayal, that I dropped the soap bottle. Then, to add insult to injury, accidentally kicked it. It skidded across the shower, landing a few feet to her left.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” I turned to retrieve it when she touched my shoulder.
I could feel involuntary goose pimples sprout under her hand.
“It’s cool,” she said and squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll get it. It’s closer to me, anyway.”
“Thanks,” I said, wondering what in the hell was wrong with me.
Okay, so I’m sure that everyone in the world knows the unspoken rule for picking up soap in a shared shower. You bend at the knees, do a quick squat, and scoop it up. No fuss, no muss. Imagine my surprise when, instead of politely bending at the knees, the Amazonian Goddess bent fully at the waist. If someone had taken a picture of me at that moment, they would have caught me gaping with my mouth wide open.
The part of my brain that looks at the bodies of other women in an objective, non-sexual way, completely shut down. In its place, the small amount of testosterone in my body woke up and stood at attention. Before she bent down, her legs were shoulder length apart, which meant that when she bent at the waist, I could see more than just her ass from behind (not that it was anything to sneeze at). At that moment, I realized I had never seen the female anatomy from that particular angle before.
I glanced around the locker room and realized that no one was paying us any attention. The other girls were busy talking and lathering up. I knew I should look away but, well, what the hell. It was a victimless crime, although I nearly swallowed my tongue when I realized I could see the top of her clit jutting out from her pussy lips.
And I swear, the longer she stayed in that position, the more pronounced her clit became. Wait, a minute? Just how long does it take to pick up a damn bottle of soap? It wasn’t until I heard her giggle, that I realized she’d been watching me watch her, the entire time. When our eyes met, she licked her lips and opened her legs a few inches more.
I stopped breathing and for the first time in my life, wondered what it would be like to take another woman into my mouth. What would she taste like? How big would her clit get? What would sucking her feel like?
Without warning a painful, biting sensation seized me.
“Ouch!” I grabbed my butt and spun around to face my laughing BFF who swung a rolled-up towel in the air. I angrily rubbed my tingling ass cheek and ignored the tingling in another part of my body. “Really, Katie?”
My best friend howled laughter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt that full-blown lezzie porno you were starring in.”
I looked around to see if anyone else had heard her. The Amazonian Volleyball Goddess had finally retrieved the soap but finished her shower on her own team’s side. I did my best to hide my disappointment.
Katie quietly teased me on the bus ride home. I played it off, but there was a part of me that knew the truth. The Amazonian Goddess had turned me waaay on and if Katie hadn’t interrupted – well, I couldn’t help but wonder would have happened.
After that day, I swore that if a woman ever again piqued my curiosity, sexually; I owed it to myself to consider the possibility. I had no idea how that little promise to myself would change my senior year and the rest of my life...