FP Chapter 3

Tiff doesn’t debate for long.

“OK,” she says guardedly. You watch her climb onto the bed, mimicking your position, except she keeps her shorts on.

“Sure you need those?” you ask her as you stand up.

“I’m sure,” she says, shooting you a look.

“Your loss.” There’s no time to admire her sexy ass. You rest your hand on it, and she tenses a bit. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.”

She doesn’t reply. She’s nervous, but now she has to know. She won’t back out.

“I bet it didn’t take me coming in here and telling you things for you to have naughty thoughts about our team. I bet it’s Lara. She’s always flashing that bulge. It curves, you know.”

“What?” Tiff says.

“Her cock. When she’s hard it curves. It’s real cute.”

Tiff starts to reply, but you give her rump a firm smack. You have had a lot more practice than she has.

“Ah!”

“It’s extra cute when I know that all she wants to do is cum inside me,” you go on. “She’s like a horny little puppy.” You give Tiff another nice spank. “This morning she was jerking off looking at my ass while I was in the shower. Made a mess all over the floor.” You play nice and don’t go too hard, making sure not to give too much attention to one cheek. Tiff’s breathing hard.

You pause and put your hand on her bottom, caressing. Her hips respond. She isn’t moaning or having orgasms, but she’s panting and she’s not complaining. You’ve already struck her more times than you let her hit you.

You pluck at her shorts. “You sure you want these on?”

She hesitates, and you give her buttock a squeeze. She looks over her shoulder at you, glaring, but her face is red and there’s sweat on her forehead. She breathes hard through her mouth. It’s a long moment.

“OK,” she says, looking away.

You gently pull down her shorts and her underwear. Her smooth bottom is a bit red, but you went easy on her. It’s no surprise that her underwear is damp, and so is she. Her bush is neat and minimal.

You rub the skin of her rear and give her a little more light spanking, just to make sure that she’s in the right mindset. Savoring her reactions and the sight of her completely exposed, you stop spanking and start groping. Every time you go near her inner thighs, her back arches more, her face gets closer to the sheets, and her rear gets higher in the air.

The plan was to finger her, just the tip of your middle finger on her clit with your palm resting over her mound. You were going to whisper in her ear about how sexy she is, and maybe risk a kiss if she invited it.

You don’t have to touch her pussy at all. Her inner thighs are enough.

“OK,” she says with a frustrated groan. She flips onto her back, lifting her legs and kicking off her shorts and underwear, which were hanging on her ankle. “You win.” She’s breathy and hoarse, sounding equal parts **** and pissed.

She’s wearing a bra, but her nipples are so big and hard that they show through her shirt.

Bottomless, she spreads her legs, revealing her soaked pussy.

“Hurry up,” she pants.

Normally you are the one in control, but you’ll make an exception here. Well… one small thing first. You catch her eye and glance down. Blushing harder, she takes the hint and hurriedly pulls off her shirt and bra. Her beautiful breasts jiggle free.

You strip as well. Naked, you crawl onto the bed. She doesn’t want to kiss you. She doesn’t want foreplay. She just needs something inside her. Then she’ll totally lose it and there’ll be kissing and everything.

She spreads her legs and you grasp your cock, ready to give her exactly what she wants, no questions asked.

The door opens and a girl halfway steps through before freezing at the sight of you.

She’s a complete stranger. Her skin is deeply tanned, her dark hair is curly, but long and glorious, and she has a bust to rival Tiff’s. She’s bright-eyed and looking excited—and then she’s not.

“Oh,” she says, staring at Tiff spread wide and you, holding your cock, about to enter her. “I will… come back later,” she says, swinging around and leaving, pulling the door shut behind her. You didn’t lock it when you came in. Tiff didn’t lock it. Nobody locked it.

“Oh, shit,” Tiff says, sitting up and reaching out toward the door, but that girl is long gone.

Puzzled, you move aside as she sits on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands.

“Who was she?” you ask. And… your erection is gone. The energy in the room just changed so fast. Tiff is still nude, but you are not paying attention to that anymore.

“Carly,” she mutters.

“Who?”

“New player.”

“Oh, our new player?” you ask excitedly. She’s a cutie! But OK, you get it. That’s not a good thing for her to see her coach doing, at least not on her first day. “Oh. I’m sorry, Tiff. At least she knows what she’s in for.”

Now Tiff looks at you. “Riley, don’t you get it? Every team got a new player today. At the same time that those health people are coming. You think that’s a coincidence?”

“Um…” you say.

“She’s a spy, Riley. Oh, God.”

“A spy?” You sit next to her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“She’s going to report back to the health people that I was about to do it with my star player.” She flops back on the bed and you’re momentarily distracted by the beautiful jiggle factor.

“Oh, yeah. That’s bad,” you say.

“Yeah. If they suspected that our team is doing lewd things, now they’re pretty sure,” Tiff says, staring at the ceiling.

“What can they do about it?” you ask with a shrug.

Tiff shakes her head. “I don’t know. I guess we’re going to find out.” She looks at you, very seriously. “Riley, we need to behave.” That’s pretty rich when she was spreading her legs and begging a second ago, but you understand. You were trying to help her relax, but you just made things worse. It’s time for you to get serious and try to do the right thing.

“OK,” you promise. “We’ll be careful.”