First playoff game

You are in shock when Coach Dyer and Claire come up to you after the practice and ask if you would be willing to travel with the team to their first playoff game. Especially since it will require an overnight stay.

You offer to help Claire take care of the arrangements for the trip she tell you not to worry about it - everything is taken care of by her and Rose.

On the bus ride Rose comes and sits next to you before Claire gets on the bus. As you set off Rose starts asking you what you think about each girls’ soccer abilities. She then starts asking you your opinions on other attributes. Which girl is the funniest? Which girl has the nicest hair? Who has the best smelling perfume? And on and on.

Then she hits you with, “Who is the prettiest?”

“I…umm…” you stammer and look around desperately trying to find a way out of this line of questioning.

“Aww, come on” Rose teases you. “Doesn’t Katrina have a pretty face? Do you think Heather or Mia has the biggest tits? What do you think of the shocking pink panties Anna was wearing the other day?”

“I think you are all very pretty,” you reply feeling the sweat starting to form on your brow.

“Lame!” Rose says while rolling her eyes. Then with an almost evil grin, she asks, “What about Claire?”

“What about her?” you retort trying to hide any feelings you might have, but your face turning an even brighter shade of red gives you away.

You are about to climb over the back of your seat to escape Rose’s questions when you finally pull into the hotel parking lot. You dart off the bus as fast as you can. There are still a few hours until the game, so the coach directs everyone to go get some rest in their rooms.

When you enter the lobby you see Rose and Claire over at the desk checking everyone in and collecting the keys.

“Okay, this way,” Claire yells out to the group, “we’re all on the 2nd floor.”

You all walk together up the stairs to the second floor.

At room 201 right as the top of the stairs Rose hands the coach her key and says, “This one is for you, coach”.

The coach takes her key and enters her room without another word. Making their way down the hall, Claire and Rose continue to hand out keys, three to a room. At Room 218, Claire tells the girls that this is for Lucy, Anna, and Suzanne. Room 219 is given to Heather, Katrina, and Mia. As you continue on with Rose and Claire, you realize that Room 220 is the last room on the floor. “This,” says Rose simply, “is our room.”

You unlock the door and lead them into a small studio unit containing three single beds, a small dining table with three chairs, and a small kitchenette. A door at the other end of the room leads through to a tiny bathroom. Claire casually throws her bag on the first bed, while Rose crosses the room and tosses her bag onto the bed nearest the bathroom. You find yourself stuck with the middle bed and start to wonder if there’s some sort of conspiracy going on.

But there is no time to think about it because your phones all go off, saying to meet at the bus. It is time to head to the game.

Being that this is any away game in you know better than to risk even going near the locker room before or after the game. This means that your excitement is limited to the game itself, which they are currently losing 3-1 at halftime. However, in a dramatic turnaround, you they to win by six points in a one-sided second half.

In the excitement the girls successfully convince the coach to relax her rules slightly, allowing them to purchase a few six-packs of beer and wine coolers, just enough for everyone to have 1 or 2. You all cram into Room 218 for their victory party, where two drinks each prove just enough to fuel their laughter and celebration. The noise you’re making is so loud that eventually the hotel staff come up and ask everyone to quiet down.

After that the coach came down the hall and tells everyone to call it night. Luckily for you, she doesn’t take into account your accommodation for the night, and she fails to notice when you sneakily leave through the same door as Rose and Claire.

As the door closes to your small room, you’re left with a jumble of thoughts. Your life has always been an endless succession of crushes on girls you know that you never had the courage to follow through on. On any given day in the last few months, you’ve had a crush on each and every girl in the team - usually several at once. However, it’s Claire who has always occupied your thoughts. And is the reason you are even here. You’re desperately hopeful that the circumstances leading to you sharing a room are deliberate. The secretive way in which Claire made the arrangements only fuels these hopes. Even the small detail of who was sleeping where. If everything were innocent, surely it would have been expected that Rose would have taken the middle bed.

Still, your mind is full of doubts. Maybe there had been an unexpected shortage of rooms. Maybe they had wrongly assumed that the coach would share her room with one of the girls. Maybe Claire didn’t want to be here, but felt duty bound to be the one to make the sacrifice of having to share a room with the boy.

You are also in turmoil about what your own actions should be. Up until now, it had always been the girls changing clothes; never you. Now you think about the old t-shirt and shorts in your bag that you had planned to wear to bed. Where are you going to change? Having already seen Claire in her underwear many times, would she be offended if you hid in the bathroom to change? On the other hand, maybe she would be offended if you didn’t. Would you have the courage to change your clothes in front of her?

Claire heads straight to the bathroom. And you contemplate whether to see if you can get any ideas from Rose, but she is completely engrossed in exploring the cupboards in the kitchenette. The hotel is quirky and has three beds and three chairs, which explains the odd number of everything else: there are exactly three of every type of plate, cup, and cutlery set. Rose finds this situation hilarious and doesn’t seem to notice you just standing in the middle of the room unsure of what to do.

Claire comes out of the bathroom still wearing her same clothes. In your befuddled state of mind, you cannot work out if this is significant. Rose suddenly appears to notice you and asks, “Are you going to brush your teeth or not?” Feeling a bit flustered, you hurry into the bathroom without your night clothes.

You brush your teeth and make your other preparations for bed, but you can swear that you hear activity and hushed giggles coming from the other room. When you return to the bedroom, you’re stunned by the sight of Claire sitting on the side of her bed, with Rose sitting next to her. At first glance, nothing out of the ordinary about Rose; she’s just changed into shorts and an old t-shirt. But it’s Claire who truly catches your eye. She’s changed into a slightly sheer babydoll that accentuates her curves perfectly. The V-neck plunges down between her breasts, revealing just enough to make your heart race. You can just make out the sight of her breasts through the material, with the unmistakable darker shade of her nipples showing through. And that’s not all; sitting on the bed, the material doesn’t quite reach her knees. Both girls seem to be holding their breath as they wait for your reaction.

You wonder if you will be able to speak at all, but in the end your voice comes through clearly. “Wow, Claire. You look sensational!” A smile spreads across Claire’s face, and she stands up and walks towards you. You notice that the material of her babydoll comes to just an inch below her crotch, and you can just make out the shape of skimpy panties. Claire steps right up to you, puts her arms around your neck, and presses her lips against yours for maybe a few seconds. You feel her body exerting slight pressure on your own, and you can feel one of her legs between your own in contact with your thighs. You are so turned on you can scarcely breathe. You can feel your penis pressing tightly against the material of your briefs.

Of course, nothing much was likely to happen with Rose sitting there watching you. “Ok you two, get a room” she says, apparently pleased with her own joke.

With a smile, Claire steps back from you, turns around and walks back to sit beside Rose on her bed. As you watch her go, you discover she was wearing a G-string. You can make out her two ass cheeks separated by a thin strip of material. The sight is unbearably erotic.

Claire sits down and looks at you meaningfully. “Don’t you think it’s time you got ready for bed?” Your confusion grows, and you glance at Rose for help. She seems eager to offer it.

“I think what Claire is saying is that you don’t seem to have any problem watching the girls getting changed, so surely you don’t intend to hide yourself away from her now.”

“Yeah.” Claire says mischievously “Fairness is all I’m interested in.” This causes Rose to bursts into laughter.

Now that you know what is expected of you, you feel a surge of confidence. The attention you are receiving from Claire is intoxicating. You pull your sleepwear out of your bag and stand at the end of the bed. Worried that you will start to chicken out if you pause to think, you immediately pull your shirt off over your head. Claire lets out a hushed cheer, restrained only by the need for the sound to not carry to the surrounding rooms. You reach for the t-shirt you are intending to put on, but Claire grabs it first. “You aren’t getting away with that” she says. “Trousers next!”

You know there would be no point arguing. Allowing Claire to take command is thrilling. It occurs to you to try to strip seductively, but you know that you would just look ridiculous, so you simply undo and push down your trousers and step out of them. You **** yourself to stand still and allow Claire’s eyes to wander over your body, your shoulders, your chest, down to your boxer-briefs which seem to show every detail of the shape of your erection. Time seems to stand still.

Rose stands up with an exaggerated yawn and says, “No reason not to clean my teeth.”

As she leaves the room, you put on your t-shirt and shorts and sits down on your bed facing Claire.

Claire gives mock moan of exaggerated disappointment and says, “Maybe next time I’ll get a longer look. And I’m sure the rest of the girls will be looking forward to their turns as well!”

The startled and confused look on your face makes Claire laugh with delight. Then leaning forward, she gently pushes you onto your back and climbs on top of you. Her kiss this time was passionate. You can feel her breasts pressing against your chest, while she in turn can no doubt feel you hard-on against the top of her thigh. She adjusts herself until it was pressing between her legs. Your hands go to her waist, then you inch them down to her butt, stroking her cheeks over the top of her nightie, and then slipping them under the fabric to caress the bare skin.

Rose takes her time in the bathroom before gently knocking on the door to the bedroom. With a sigh, Claire gives you one last kiss before climbing off and slipping into her bed. You get under the covers of your bed and give Rose the all-clear to come in. A brief round of goodnights is all that’s said before you all attempt to sleep. It’s certainly a long time before you can calm down enough to doze off. You replay the evening’s events over and over in your head, and you allow yourself to fantasize about what might happen tomorrow morning.

The next morning, unfortunately, does not live up to your expectations. Coach obviously has no intention of sleeping in, as she knocks on the door to each room before anyone had even woken up. A short time later, there is a knock on your door, and you hear Anna’s loud whisper of “let me in.” Rose leaps from bed and opens the door, and Anna, wearing modest flannel pajamas, bursts into the room.

You groggily open your eyes as Anna’s voice echoes in the room. She’s grinning at the sight of you and Claire, both lying in your respective beds. “Hello there!” she exclaims, obviously not surprised to see you. However, her smile quickly fades, and she becomes serious again. “Coach is awake and eager to get moving,” she says. “She is standing in the middle of the hall, waiting on everyone to come out of their rooms.”

Your heart skips a beat thinking about what coach will think seeing you come out of a room with Claire and Rose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Claire says as you quickly get changed into her street clothes and rushes out the door.

The entire hallways is abuzz with activity, and it’s obvious that a lot, if not all of the girls, are in on the secret. They wander in and out of each other’s rooms, chatting to each other, swapping clothes and breakfast foods. A few make comments about going to “John’s room” to check on him. By the time the coach gets down to your room, she finds Rose and you fully dressed and sharing breakfast with a few other girls, and two of the beds are made up, giving the allusion that only one had been slept in. She has a puzzled look on her face, but she doesn’t say anything.

The journey home is uneventful, except for a few snatches of conversation during one of your rest breaks. Suzanne comes over to where you’re standing with Claire and Rose, playfully asking if there had been a good show the previous evening. You splutter on your drink and ask if all the girls knew what had happened the night before. Claire answers that yes, they all know, and they can all keep a secret. Then she mysteriously comments that they’re all expecting some sort of payback, and you remember her comments last night about the others expecting their turn.