Friday, January 7, 2011

Locker Room (Erotica) Part 2 - A.

SOPHIE

Why had he gone? She didn't understand. All her friends called her gorgeous and hot.

She sat down on the bench, still naked, still wet. What now?

She looked down to her necklace. Should she take it off? She had lusted, revealed her body, and tempted that poor nervous boy. She was dirty. She had broken her covenant. And on top of all that, before the kicker came in, she had been masturbating with the vibrator she took from Carol's locker. She had washed it with water and a little bit of soap, but no matter how clean she made it she still took it and used it for a dirty act.

Was it really her fault? She was desperate for release. She hadn't had an orgasm since that dream last summer. Her body went through the day aroused. She felt  a strange urge to rub her thighs together when her friends talked about their sexual encounters. It was to the point where even that slight erotic energy that fills a locker room when a bunch of giggling girls are all naked in the shower and goofing around would make her whimper below her breath. Months! Months without release! Curse nature for forcing her to take that vibrator and hold it on her clitoris!

She wanted to feel angry. She thought that she should feel guilty. But she didn't.

She felt warm. And excited! She had made that boy hard in his pants and teased him! The way she moved made him want to kiss her and grab her boobs and butt!
She laughed out loud. She was a sexual being now! Sure, her friends weren't virgins like her, they had kissed more than one boy, they had done some crazy stuff (including a threesome with Michael! She was so intrigued by this), but none of them had ever teased a man like that. She liked it.

In two minutes, Sophie had pushed all those old lessons out of her head. She liked being this new Sophie. The one with curves, with attitude, with drive. She would conquer the kicker. He would be her first boy. He would like that, being the first. She hadn't heard about him in her friend's stories. Maybe he was just as new to this as she was. He did seem to be acting on impulse when he came in.

She stood up. Suddenly her body was on fire, her every move intensified. She needed to catch him before he left. She wanted to run out, but when she started moving she realized she wasn't running. She was walking. And walking differently. She swung her hips, feeling her butt cheeks slide over one another. She made it smooth, so her boobs didn't bounce. She stood up straight and made sure her chest was out. A devilish smile crept over her face. Who was she? She had never imagined herself as being strong. But she felt power flow from her heart out. Her breasts were weapons, her pussy was powerful and enticing. She knew he wanted her. She could keep him as far or as close as she wanted. She was the master now. No more cowardly Sophie. This was a Sophie that was in charge. She owned his arousal.

She strutted down the hall, leaving sex in the air behind her. She saw him exiting the door at the end. Fine. Let the world see her. She was Sophie! She was wanted! And she held power over all of man with this body! Let them see. Those friends who thought they were so experienced would tremble when they saw her and cower, leaving their sexuality at her feet.

Let them see.

JOEL

He was bitterly disappointed. It was cold, and his car was at the end of the now-empty lot. And he had just made a fool of himself. A few flakes of snow fell from the slate-gray sky. Freaking cold. Freaking idiot.

He pulled his bag up closer to him and wished he hadn't sweated through his jacket earlier. He wanted to be warm while running drills, but now he just wanted it for the walk. And for during the wait for his car's ancient heating system to spin to life. Yay. He should be in Sophie's warm arms. But nooooo, she just had to like Michael. Fucking douchebag of a quarterback. Couldn't he toss a few girls to the rest of the team? Over half of them were virgins thanks in no small part to Micahel and his overactive libido. And the fact that all the girls in school seemed to have a quarterback fantasy. Just for once, couldn't some girl chase after him?

"Joel!"

SOPHIE

He had heard her, and she knew he probably recognized her voice. She knew he would turn. She owned him.

He began to turn. He was about fifteen feet away, close enough to see her body. She needed him to see her body. Her words didn't hold as much power as her curves did over him.

JOEL

She was naked. Damn this girl, what did she want?!

Her nipples stood erect in the cold. That alone made him hard again. He felt irritation and powerless to not follow her as she beckoned with her finger. He felt better as she turned and walked, swinging her ass for him. Snowflakes melted on her fiery skin. He wanted her more and more as she led him down the hall to the girl's locker room. He felt like this wasn't going to be like his fantasies. This would be better.

She led him in. He followed. Her ass was wet and shimmered as she swayed it for him.

SOPHIE

That's it... Come, my little puppy dog boy... Follow me.

She swung it more and more for him, tantalizing him with her body. She was having fun with this.

JOEL

She turned and glided into the locker room. He followed helplessly. She was definitely in charge. What had happened? She went from little shy girl to revved up sex fiend in five minutes. Maybe he shouldn't question it. This might be one of those times in life where you just go with the flow. And right now his flow was going to his cock. No surprise.

They stopped in the locker room. She spun, her hair an auburn wave.

"Strip down, kicker."

He did as he was told, feeling a bit embarrassed. Wasn't he supposed to be taking charge here? Wasn't he the one that grabbed her and initiated their kiss? But when the hottest girl alive tells you to strip, you strip.

He felt self-conscious once he was naked. He wasn't really that buff, and while he did have abs he had a tiny bit of fat that made his stomach less six pack-y and more just toned. He had never felt this naked before.

"Come and sit down. What is your name?"

"Joel," he said quietly as he sat.

"Do you like me, Joel?"

"I'm attracted to you, if that's what you mean."

"Good. That's really all I need from you."

Joel was confused. This wasn't like what he thought his first sexual encounter would be like. He had seen porn on the Internet, and in all of those it was so cold and impersonal. This girl was getting into his head, stripping away his defences.

SOPHIE

Joel is a nice name. She stepped a little closer. Now her body was close to his face, and he was eye level with her lower stomach. She could practically feel his heartbeat speed up. You like my pussy, Joel? I'll give you more. But you are here for my arousal.

She started to let her hand wander around her crotch. "Watch me," she whispered. He did as he was told.

She let a finger dip inside. She didn't feel the same urges and vibrations rock her body that she felt when touching her clitoris, but it felt good. And she wanted him to pant. She began to thrust inside, finding a way to hit her clit with her hand when she went in. She kept very still, moaning lightly. She was getting off on his face more than her hand. His eyes were wide, his breath hot and fast. She saw his hand slide towards his penis.

"Stop your hand," Sophie growled. He obeyed. She felt a surge of power and arousal. She was in charge here. She liked it. She felt a slight tinge of fear that he would rebel against her authority, but the thought of him overthrowing her just served to excite her more. She didn't want him to, but the possibility served to add tension to the crowded room.

JOEL

He was horny. His mind was spinning. He loved this.

She stopped touching herself and held out her finger, dripping wet. He licked it nice and clean. The taste made his world rock. He stood up. She grabbed him and held him down. She made him beg. She made him plead. She made him hers.

She let him in. She let him touch her, but the way she wanted. She made him pay attention to her breasts, made him play around with her butt and spanking, made him give her oral as she spread herself and swallowed his face in her cunt.

An hour later, they were still going in the shower.

SOPHIE

She was desperate. She needed release. She wanted Joel.

"Stand still," She ordered. He obeyed, as always.

She began to dance up on him. The water was steaming hot. Her body was boiling up. His body was her pole.
She moved her hips, moaning loudly to make him harder so she could rub her ass on his cock. It worked. She turned around and rubbed against him, feeling his penis glide over her large soft ass cheeks and settle into her ccrevasse. She moaned louder, feeling his head push into her slightly. She wasn't ready for sex, but it felt so good. she spun around and pushed his cock down, so it was pointing downwards. She then stood over it, feeling the top of his cock slide over her lips. She stepped in and kissed him, feeling an orgasm faintly build. Her breasts slid over his chest, building it up more. She began to move her hips in and out, feeling it spread her. That added another level of arousal. She moaned. That release made her closer. She gripped his shoulder, tasted his tongue. Another inch towards satisfaction. She felt her breast with her hand, making him more aroused, which turned her on. Another little step. She needed it.

"Lie down," She panted. He did as he was told.
That was all it took. Him obeying one small command pushed her over the edge. She threw her head back, gabbed her breasts, pulled her nipples straight out, fell to her knees, and screamed as her orgasm ravaged her body.

To Be Continued...

Part 3

-A.

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