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From as early as my p*****n years, it was obvious that sports and I did
not get along. I was either too slow or not coordinated enough. Team
after team would either cut me, or only allow me to play the minimum
amount of time that was required. When teams were picked in gym class,
I was almost always chosen last. My uncle observed my frustration, and
took it upon himself to help. He was concern about the long-term effect of
my low self-esteem, so he introduced me to the world of racquetball.
When my Uncle was younger he played on his college team, and had won
several tournaments. Today his bookshelves are lined with trophies has
proof of his accomplishments. But it wasn't his trophies that made him
special to me, it was his ears. When I was just a little girl, I learned that he
could wiggle his ears, and ever since then he has been my favorite Uncle,
and I was honored that he wanted to share his time with me. So with only
a few exceptions-we played racquetball three times a week for almost 6
years.
I started off slow, learning the rules and just trying to enjoy myself. It was
several months before I was even able to return the ball with any
regularity. But I was still too slow. I can remember my Uncle saying,
"Don't worry about speed, that will come with time. Just be deliberate in
your moves. Remember, its better to take one slow step in the right
direction then to take a fast one in the wrong direction". Although I
doubted his words at the time, I later found them to be true.
Years past and I got better, good enough to enter local tournaments,
capturing a few trophies of my own. During the summer of my senior
year, before going to college, I was good enough to beat my uncle about
50% of the times. I was so proud of myself. Although this was a big
accomplishment for me, I needed to remind myself that I was an 18-year-
old girl in her physical prime, playing against a 53-year-old man. But it
really wasn't about winning or loosing, it was about life. Not only had I
learn to focus my mind, but I had grown strong and fast, and most
importantly, I had learned to be confident. My Uncle gave me all this, just
by sharing some of his time-I will never be able to thank him enough.
In college I joined a racquetball club and played in the women's league.
One of the girls I met was Linda. Linda was half African-American and
half Italian, about 5'10" weighing around 130 pounds. A wonderful by-
product of her parent's love. The only odd thing about her was that none
of the girls in the league seemed to care for her. No one talked to her, or
wanted to play with her-she was an outcast. Because Linda was one of
the few non-white members, I wondered if her forced isolation was due to
racism. Personally I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't play with Linda,
so I did, and we quickly became friends. It wasn't till later that I learned
why the other girls kept their distance.
A few weeks after I started playing racquetball with Linda, a redhead
named Lilly told me during Physic class that I had better watch my ass
around Linda.
"What?" I asked, knowing I couldn't have heard Lilly correct.
"I said you had better watch your ass around Linda", Lilly told me again.
"She's a dyke--a lesbian--a rug-muncher. Do I need to draw you a the
picture?"
"But., but." I stutter.
"She's always hitting on the girls at the club. She's hit on me several
times. She's even hit on that fat cow Penny." Lilly informed me.
"That can't be". I said in defense of myself.
"Mark my words, she is only being nice to get into your panties. Watch
yourself, unless that's what you are looking for." Lilly warned me with a
snarl.
I would like to say that Lilly's words hadn't bothered me, but they did. I
had felt the hands of woman on me before and I had liked it. I liked it so
much that I didn't trust myself. I was in college to become great, a source
of pride and joy for my family, not to become a dyke. I grew up in a
Catholic family where homosexuality was wrong, and the last thing I
wanted to do was disappoint them. So for these reasons I made myself
believe that I shouldn't play with Linda any more. We were schedule to
play again tonight, and I desperately wanted to cancel. So with a strong
conviction in my mind and the phone in my hand I dialed Linda's number
to cancel our match. I was ready to give her some phony excuse about
too much schoolwork. With each unanswered ring, my heart beat a little
faster, and my breathing became more labored. Lying was never easy of
me and I was dreading the discussion I was about to have. For better or
worst, no one answered the phone. Thus, not wanting to be rude, I was
destine to play one more game with Linda. But I was determined that it
was going to be the last game we ever played.
Have you ever been in the position where someone says, "Don't look
down!", or "Don't look now, but.", and you then can't help but to look?
That is how I felt. Lilly told me Linda was a lesbian and I couldn't stop
myself from staring. It has always been difficult for me to keep my eyes to
myself around women, and this latest bit of news didn't help. While
changing out of my street clothes, I found myself stealing glances of
Linda. Her back was to me has she faced her locker. She was wearing
nothing but a pair of white cotton panties that beautifully contrast her dark
olive skin, and a white "scrunchy" that held her long, curly, dark hair.
Linda had large breasts, so large that when she raised her arms to slip on
her sports bra, they spilled to her sides for me to see. Seeing Linda in this
new light captivated me, and my thoughts began to wander. I imagine that
I had the courage to walk up behind her and cup both of her breasts while
grinding myself into her. I could almost feel the softness of her panties,
and warmth of her back on my chest. My eyes lingered a little too long, for
when I snapped out of my trance I noticed that Linda's reflection was
smiling at me through the mirror in her locker. I was so embarrassed. I
felt like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
After this incident, the last thing I wanted to do was lead her on any more
then I might have already done. So I deliberately dressed down. I wore a
plain white T-shirt in stead of my normal sport top and I traded in my
soccer shorts that hung close to my thighs for a pair of baggy blue shorts
which weren't the least bit flattering.
Linda came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are
you about ready? The court is ours in a few minutes. We should get
going?"
"Sure, just let me fill my water bottle." I struggled to say why trying to act
normal.
Playing racquetball with Linda was now different. It wasn't her fault, it was
mine. Linda had done nothing wrong. It was my perception of her that
had changed. A short conversation with Lilly had made me thinking that
every move or jester made by Linda had a sexual undertone. I felt like a
"Homo-Phobe", and I hated it. Needless to say it was difficult for me to
concentrate.
My greatest asset had become my speed, which I'm sure is due to my 5'2"
frame, which only has to carry about 105 pounds. Normally I fly around
the court, but not tonight. My moves were sluggish and non-decisive.
Clearly my mind was not the game. While Linda prepared to serve, I
watched the pendulum motion for her hips instead of the ball. I took note
of every jester she made, whether it was to rub a sore muscle or to wipe
the sweat from her brow. I felt Linda was flirting with me, and every move
was for my benefit.
Linda's asset to the game was her shear size and strength. Her serves
were strong enough to leave echoes in the court for several seconds. But
any player will tell you that you need more then strength to win, you also
have to have speed and accuracy. Through precision ball handling I can
normally run her ragged around the court. In the past she had never been
a real challenge for me. Our matches were little more then a warm-up or
an opportunity for me to experiement. But not tonight. My lack of
concentration had allowed Linda to get within a point of winning her first
game. I would like to say that I handle losing gracefully but that would be
a lie. I needed five straight points to win and I was bound and determine
to get them. I felt like I had almost driven off the rode while
daydreaming-but now I was fully awake, and ready to do battle.
I snapped off four serves that landed beautifully in the corner, causing
Linda to do little else but watch. In less than a minute I was once again in
control of the game. I only needed one more point to win. Linda's hope of
finally winning a game was quickly evaporating. Has I stood in the serve
box, bouncing the blue ball, preparing for my last serve, I let the "cocky"
side of me out, and I did something that I still regret. Without even looking
at the ball, I turned my head and winked at Linda while hitting the ball.
Because of my cockiness I had allowed Linda to get a hold of the rubber
ball, and she attacked like an a****l. I had lost my chance for a quick
victory, and would now have to work for it. After a few volleys I was
desperately trying to find a way to get back in control, but Linda wanted
the game has much as I did-maybe even more. Sweat violently flew off
her body has she crushed the ball with her racquet. But instead of hitting
the target wall-she hit me.
Time froze has the room filled with the noise of Linda's impact. In slow
motion I saw my hand betray me and drop my racquet to the floor. I knew
I had been hit, but I felt no pain. The pain was delayed just long enough
for me to realize that I had won the game-but at what cost? When the
pain arrived, it hit with a vengeance. Collapsing on the wooden court, I
grasped my right calf just below the knee. Tears spilled from my tightly
closed eyes, has I tried to muffle my cries. Linda repeatedly told me how
sorry she was and how she didn't mean to hit me. She desperately
wanted to make the pain go away, but didn't know what to do. She
wrapped me in her strong arms, rocking me like a c***d, until my tears
went away. If I wasn't in such agony, I'm sure I would have enjoyed her
attention. After several minutes I was able to stand, and even though my
leg didn't require medical attention, I did have a large purple bruise
shaped like a racquetball. The mark remained for several weeks.
With hopes of relieving the throbbing sensation caused by Linda's hit, I
lowered my naked body into the hot tub. The locker-room was mostly
deserted, for the club had already closed, giving stragglers like myself
time to change while they went about their closing duties.
Linda walked to the hot tub, wearing a pink towel wrapped around her
waist, fully exposing her lovely brown chest. It has been my observation
that athletic woman typically do not have large breast-at least not natural
ones. But just to prove me wrong, their they were. They had to be at
least 38D, and I started to feel inadequate, for I was only a 32B. Has
Linda removed her towel, and hung it next to mines, my eyes stared
desperately, trying to take in has much as possible. Linda knew she was
turning me on, and she loved it. Instead of sitting in the tub where she
entered, she purposely crossed over me, momentarily pausing with her
legs straddled over mine. For a brief moment, her belly button stared at
me, has my eyes followed a trail of dark hair that ran from her navel to the
top of her dark wet pussy. Her pussy was neatly groomed to fit her bikini,
and was still dripping from her recent shower. If I was able to breath I
think I could of smelled her sweet aroma. It was all I could do not to wrap
my arms around her waist and kiss her lean stomach.
Our thighs touched has she sat to my right. Linda started the jets, causing
the water to churn, making it impossible for me to see anything under the
surface. Next to Linda I felt like a little girl, for while my chest was fully
submerged, Linda was tall enough for her "caramel" colored nipples to
ride the waves cause by the jets.
"I really am sorry for hitting you. I didn't mean to hurt you." Linda
apologized again.
"I know. Accidents happen." I conceded.
Hidden by the clouds of bubbles, I felt Linda's hand on the bruise she
caused. "Does it hurt much?" She whispered, while staring at me with
eyes that told me something wonderful was about to happen.
"Not any more." I managed to say.
With that she hugged me, and our necks fell on each other. She rubbed
my back while gently kissing the spot behind my ear. Chills ran through
my body has I felt the hairs on my neck stand. I held her close; enjoy the
feel of her warm chest over mine. With big pouting lips, Linda kissed me
deeply, tasting me with her tongue. If I had ever held the notion of
resisting her advances, they were quickly gone. Linda was releasing
desires in me that I had hoped were gone.
I spread my legs open has I felt Linda wedging her hand between my
thighs. With long nails, Linda knitted my pussy hairs, like a cat fluffing a
pillow. Still sitting besides me, Linda lifted my right leg and swung it over
her left thigh, spreading me even wider, giving her full access to my
defenseless pussy. Still sucking my neck, Linda cupped my pussy with
her hand and squeezed. Has she flexed the palm of her hand she caused
a wonderful riptide to pulsate about my groin. My toes curled with delight
has Linda alternated between rubbing my clit and causing streams of
water to rush in and out of my pussy lips. My left leg started to shake has
my stomach hardened. Has the impending climax built inside of me, I
grasped for air, desperately trying to dampen my cries, hoping not to
attract any attention. While tracing my jaw line her tongue, Linda inserted
two fingers knuckle deep inside of me and began to rub my clit with her
thumb. Unable to withstand Linda's assault any longer I climaxed, while
muffling my delights into Linda neck.
Linda gently stroked my over sensitive pussy while I attempted to regain
my breath. Linda grabbed my hand and placed it on top of her pussy.
Has I was enjoying the feel of her short pubic hairs; I heard the locker-
room door open. Quickly trying to compose myself, I removed my hand
from Linda's crotch and swung my leg off her thigh and placed it back
where it belonged.
"Hi ya' girls?" Margo the Receptionist said wearing a white terry cloth robe
that danced in swirls about her ankles. "I hope you two don't mind me
joining you?" she stated more then she asked.
"Hop on in, the water's warm." Linda offered with a wave of her hand.
"Nothing beat a relaxing dip in the tub after a long day". Margo added.
Instead of sitting on the tub and then swinging her legs around, Margo
placed one leg in and spun the other around. Giving me a brief shot of
pinkness that peaked out between her finely trimmed bush. Margo
temporally lost her balance and almost landed in my lap. Apologizing for
her clumsiness Margo finally seated herself opposite of us, giving me a
clear view of her over-sized-silicon boobs.
"Did you see Andrew tonight? He is so hot. I would love to get a hold of
that." Margo offered as a topic of conversation.
Not being in the mood for small talk, Linda saved me by saying, "Was he
the guy wearing the orange short?"
"Oh heavens no. That's Greg. Andrew was wearing red. Andrew always
wears red." Margo went on, has I felt Linda's hand sneak its way back to
my legs. I shot Linda a nasty look, but she never turned to meet my glaze,
instead she focused on Margo, pretending to be interested in her story.
"Don't get me wrong, I think Greg is nice and all. He's got money and
doesn't mind showing a girl a good time, it is just that, well-he's got a
short weenie", Linda enlightened us by holding both index fingers, about 2
inches apart.
Meanwhile I'm squeezing my legs as tight as I could, desperately trying to
deny Linda access. But with the combination of Linda's strong arms and
my tired legs, Linda managed to wedge her hand up against my crotch.
Both of my arms were resting along the tub, and although I wanted to
move them under the all-concealing-water with the hope of stopping her, I
feared that I would draw Margo's attention, and she would figure out what
was going on.
"I don't know about you two, but I like my cocks big." Margo frankly stated
with a nod of her head. "The bigger the better. I hate it when people say
size isn't important. Believe me it is. Now I haven't seen Andrew's
equipment-yet-but it has got to be big. Have you noticed that package
of his?" Margo earnestly asked.
"To be honest no. But I'll have to make it a point to check him out. How
big do you think it is?" Linda asked while rolling her thumb across my
over-sensitive clit.
"Oh God, I don't know. I would have to say at least 8 inches." Margo
whispered while Linda continued to strum me like a guitar. "I say that
because Kevin, my last boyfriend, was about 6 inches or so, and I can tell
Andrew looks much bigger. He might even be 9 or 10 inches. I wonder
how thick it is? Any way I got a nice warm place for Andrew's cock." And
with that Margo pointed her finger towards her submerged crotch.
My stomach started to tighten, both of my legs were now shaking, my
teeth were clenched and I was finding it difficult to breath. I was only
moments away from climaxing in front of the Club Receptionist and didn't
know what to do. Has a last desperate measure I calmly, but still
appearing to be interested in Margo's penis fixation, put both of my arms
in the water and tried to pry Linda's hand away. But it was not to be
moved.
"Do you think bigger cocks cum more?", Linda asked Margo, our new
Sexpert.
"Well-I don't know. Maybe? I never thought of that. It probably has
more to do with the size of the balls. I know I hate it when the stuff gets in
my hair". Margo rationalized while running her fingers though her hair.
My moment was here. Time had run out. What was I to do? Has the first
wave hit me I naturally bent over. My nose was touching the water has
bubbles popped in my face. My wet hair hung in front of me, mercifully
concealing my face. I managed to muffle my cries through gritted teeth.
After a few seconds of what must of looked like a seizer of sorts, Margo
asked if I was okay.
"I accidentally hit her during our match today. She's in a lot of pain", Linda
offered has an excuse.
"Oh yes I heard about that. That was a hard hit you took. You know if you
aren't careful you could end up with those `very-close veins'. You ought to
go see a Doctor.", Margo the Sexpert suggested.
I was fed up. It was bad enough that a girl I hardly knew was treating me
like her personal slut, and I certainly didn't need a half-wit giving me
medical advice. Enough was enough. As soon as I was able to catch my
breath, I simply stood up. I no longer cared if Linda's hand stayed
embedded in my crotch. I was leaving. Thankfully when my pussy hairs
broke the water line, Linda's hand wasn't there. That certainly would of
given Margo something to gossip about.
Wrapping my towel around my neck, I could feel two sets of eyes watching
my every move has my juices trickled down my inner thighs. A trail of,
"not-just" water, followed me has I padded barefoot back towards my
locker.
"Hey your suppose to dry off after you get out of the tub." Margo said
reminding me of the club rules, while Linda chuckled to herself.
Without breaking a stride or turning around I emotionally gave them both the
"finger".
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