Bowling Night
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This is the first story I have to my name which contains
graphic sexuality, and the reason for this is I couldn't
find another equally good way to tell this story without
using it. So I hope you enjoy this story which has broadened
my horizons as a writer.
Bowling Night
by Ray Kitten
Scott Robins gradually stepped up to face the line. Each
breath fought like a wild animal as he dragged it from his
chest and sweat ran down the curve of his shoulders from the
back of his neck. He gripped tightly on the heavy sphere
clenched in his hand deeply aware of its weight and balance,
he had to be if there was any hope for him. Their cause was
already lost, the most he could salvage was to come out
ahead personally. He breathed deep calming breaths and shook
his head to clear tension. His ponytail slapped at his ear
as he moved the vigorous shaking to his shoulders and then
down his back.
"Hurry up Scott," Neil Osborne called. "Some of us want to
go home tonight."
Scott was the last one to bowl, he stepped back a moment to
take one last look at the score sheet, not that he needed
to. The other team was far ahead and Scott was scoring the
lowest on their team. He was trailing Neil by 41 points with
only the last frame, worth a potential 45 points for three
strikes. He needed three strikes if he was to pull ahead.
Tim, who was keeping score, looked up at Scott and smiled at
him, the kind of calculated smile that you give a friend
about to suffer. Not the sympathetic smile of encouragement,
but that playfully cruel smile that people use for small
indignities they enjoy seeing their friends go through.
"Quit stalling," Tim said. "And remember our agreement, the
terms were that you would get the lowest score on the team
so you better bowl good this frame."
Scott sighed, discouraged at first, but then as he
approached the line he steeled himself. He was determined,
he would not lose this bet. He would not let himself lose.
Not if there was anything left in him. He fixed the pins
down the lane with a determined glare. They were the enemy,
they were what threatened to subject to this, and all he had
to do to thwart them was take them down five at a time. He
made his approach and let the ball slide off his fingertips.
The alley echoed with the crescendo of urethane on laminated
wood, climaxing in a thunderous explosion.
* * *
Tim sat on the edge of the bed as the door to the bathroom
swung open and Scarlet entered. The hair that Scott had worn
in a ponytail was now separated into two braided pigtails.
Scarlet's face was softly highlighted by a subtle but
generous application of make-up, giving the sissy an oddly
grown-up appearance which conflicted with the child-like
plaid skirt and white blouse she wore. There was a sway,
almost a skip in her step as she walked which made her skirt
sweep her satin smooth legs several inches above her white
knee socks.
Tim could feel the blood surging to his loins as he watched
Scarlet cross the room, her eyes downcast. At first he
mistook this for shyness but then he realized that she was
more likely watching the image of her lacy slip reflected in
the obsidian finish of her mary-jane shoes. Scarlet reached
the bed and knelt in front of Tim, her pink tipped fingers
setting to work first undoing his belt and then lowering his
zipper. He shivered as his bare flesh was released from the
confines of his pants and Scarlet lowered her head, taking
his manhood between her slick lips. He fought the urge to
close his eyes as pleasure pulsed through his body, instead
he focused on the erotic imagery of the beautiful girl
kneeling between his legs. The way she kneeled Tim could
look past her head to where her skirt rode up, revealing her
virginal white panties, layered across the seat with three
rows of fine lace. He let his hands drift down to the back
of her head being careful not to command the pace she was
setting, she clearly knew what she was doing.
His fingers flicked at her pigtails, which swayed gently as
Scarlet leisurely bobbed her head. She arched her back a
little and straightened up ever so slightly bringing her
pantied bottom within his reach, Tim could do little but
comply with her unspoken request. He stroked the her
shapely body through the soft material, running his hands
over the delicate lace, but not really feeling it through
the intensity of his building towards orgasm. He gripped her
bottom firmly and started to caress it firmly rubbing satin
between two layers of flesh.
Scarlet made noises in her throat normally reserved for
erotic movies, and as she sank her head down until her nose
was buried in the front of Tim's boxer shorts Tim responded
in kind. She ground her ass into his mauling fingers as her
own arousal compounded towards a fierce explosion of
pleasure. Sensing that both parties were ready to proceed
Tim tore his hands from her lacy undergarments and lay his
fingers on her cheek, drawing her attention. She looked up
at him through her long dark eyelashes and lifted her head
off his manhood. He brought his other hand to the opposite
cheek and drew her upright until she was standing in front
of him. He slid his hands under her skirt, lifting her slip,
which was as lacy and delicate as her panties. His seeking
fingers found the waistband of her panties and slowly drew
them down to her ankles. As he reached for them Scarlet's
skirt settled over a new protrusion that broke the illusion
of womanhood which had been so carefully established, it
also testified that she had other concerns. Scarlet stepped
out of her panties, which Tim raised towards her face. She
took them from Tim and turned them inside out. The front of
her panties were sticky and soaked through with her juices,
which she sucked clean, before letting the underwear fall
from her hand.
Tim still sat on the edge of the bed, as enthused as ever.
Scarlet turned her back to him and bundled her skirt and
slip around her waist. Carefully making sure of position she
settled into his lap, moaning in pleasure laced with pain as
she felt him slide into her pre-slicked opening. Inch by
inch she sunk lower until she could found the limit of her
body and started to slowly rise again. She went teasingly
slow as she found her pace, gradually increasing the tempo
as Tim clawed at the mattress in barely contained lust,
fighting the urge to push activities faster than Scarlet was
prepared for.
After a while, as things began to work up to a more
satisfying pace, he released the bedsheets and wrapped his
arms around Scarlet from behind. His fingers traced down her
shoulders along her bra straps, until he reached her chest.
She wasn't wearing any sort of padding, only her own very
small natural breasts, which aided the illusion of
childishness for a girl. He grasped a nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly as the sissy built
momentum riding his lap. Scarlet whimpered passionately as
Tim fingered her nipples and played with the tiny mounds of
flesh under the satin cups of her bra. Their pace built
faster and faster and as Scarlet rode Tim. Faster and
faster his fingers played faster, and more passionately;
first at her breasts but then drifting down to underneath
her skirt. Shortly after that Tim wrapped his arms around
tightly around Scarlet and held her close as he drained his
essence into her. Then, after he brought Scarlet to orgasm
they lay back on the bed and lay content in each others
arms. Neither stirred for a time until Scarlet looked into
Tim's eyes, which to no-ones surprise were focused on her.
"Do we have to make this bet every week?"
Tim smiled, "But it makes a great motivation for you. Look
at your game tonight."
"But I don't think I could bear it if I lost, a whole week
in icky men's clothes."
"And what exactly is wrong with men's clothes," Tim teased
as his eyes twinkled mischievously.
Scarlet pouted, "Nothing on you, but I just couldn't stand
it. Couldn't I at least wear my pretty undies underneath,
no one would know."
"If there is no risk, why would you try your hardest?"
Scarlet tucked her head in disappointment and snuggled
against her larger boyfriend's chest. "I suppose."
"But the same can be said if there is no reward."
She looked back up at him again, "What do you mean?"
"How would you like that hot little maid's outfit you were
looking at on the Internet last week? All you have to do is
outscore me."
Scarlet grabbed the sides of Tim's head and kissed him
excitedly at this promise. One thing led to another and
after another quick bout of sexual athletics they again lay
holding each other close and Tim thought about the outfit he
had found in the Internet cache. It really was rather hot,
and would no doubt look dynamite on Scarlet. Perhaps he
would have to see what he could do about letting Scott beat
him.
THE END
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