Old enemies, new friends.

Eventually, you’re shaken out of your contemplation by some members of the crowd shuffling past you, departing from the bleachers.

Looking up, you can see the two teams on the field are in very different moods. On one side, The Bombshells are still winding down from their celebrations, the curly haired blonde “Eileen” as you now know her, is being carried off the field on the shoulders of her teammates.

On the other side, Samantha and her team are slowly making their way off of the field, legs shuffling slowly and every one of their faces holding a similar dejected expression.

You take one last glance at the vaguely butt shaped puddle beside you, before standing up and following the crowd to exit the tall benches, straining your eyes to navigate in the low light.

It seems the post match celebrations have begun in earnest, as once you’re behind the field you have to wind your way past a few crowds of rowdy Bombshells fans. Amongst the celebrations a dwindling number of mournful boos can still be heard from Pennystone Parrots supporters.

You try to scan the crowds for Sam, but eventually reason she’ll meet you at the car, and so you make your way to the place you parked.

You find it easily, lean against the hood of your economy car, and idly pass the time by flicking at a small patch of rust that has begun to eat away at a quarter panel, and occasionally adjusting the now mostly dried mess in your pants.

As you predicted, eventually Samantha slowly makes her way out of the crowd still wearing her uniform, with a deeply flushed face, slouched shoulders and feet dragging across the ground with every step. Her fatigue has seemingly reached its limit, and it looks as if she’s struggling to maintain her balance at this point.

You decide to take some pity on her, and after meeting her half way, she’s doesn’t object as you wrap your arm around her back and gently guide her steps.

Her clothes are damp with sweat, enough to uncomfortably seep into your shirt.

“You were amazing Samantha!” Your compliment seems to fall on deaf ears, and glancing at her face Samanthas blue eyes are unfocused, her thick eyebrows are relaxed and expressionless, and her breathing is slow, steady and deliberate.

You glance around to see if anyone is paying attention, thinking briefly of taking the opportunity to grope her a little, before you spot in the distance Eileen making her jogging over to the both of you. The blonde girl calls out “Hey Sam, wait up!”

At hearing her rivals voice Samantha seems to perk up from her tired stupor, and whips arounds quickly to meet her.

As Eileen comes to a halt a few feet from you, you get a good look at her for the first time.

She seems to have already changed out of her soccer uniform, and is of average height, standing equal to Samantha.

Up close you can see her bright blonde hair isn’t as curled as it first looked, her golden locks not quite making complete loops, instead, its texture is made up of dramatic waves, and is almost perm-like.

Her hair is cut into a shoulder length bob, and is parted from her right temple. It Falls naturally across her face, and slightly obscures her left eye.

From what you can see, her piercing baby blue eyes are a far lighter shade than Amandas, nearly cyan, and are rimmed with thin black eyeliner.

Her eyebrows are thin and rounded, and her nose, though perfectly straight, looks unusually long horizontally on her face. it’s high bridged, and connected almost flush with her brow-line, giving the top of her face a somewhat aerodynamic look.

In contrast, the rest of her face is made up of more rounded, softer features, with slightly chubby cheeks.

Her pale complexion is clear except for a sprinkling of small beauty marks that, if her arms are any indication, seem to be present on every part of her body.

Looking further down, her top is a tight, rose colored knit blouse. Her breasts are a decent size, nice handfuls similar to Samanthas.

Her figure is a flawless hourglass, with a tiny, well defined waist, and wide flaring hips. Her body shape is only exaggerated be her jeans, They’re light, high waisted, and look so form fitting that if you didn’t know better you may think they were vacuum sealed on. They manage to hugely accentuate her small waist, hourglass hips and impressive ass.

Speaking of, though a bit smaller than Samanthas, her ass is still gigantic by any standard, and aided by her hips looks more natural on her figure than Sams gravity defying round cheeks.

You see Eileen opens her mouth briefly, about to say something to Samantha, before she locks eyes with you, apparently noticing your close proximity with her. Eileen tilts her head slightly in a curious manner and addresses you with a bright toothy smile. “Hey, I-“ she gestures to herself, “I’m Eileen” “Arthur” you reply simply.

Eileens seems to think for a moment, eyes flickering between you and Samantha, before she comes to some unspoken conclusion and continues “cool! So, Sam, good game huh? It was pretty close there for awhile!”

Samantha seems to be busy alternating between glaring at her blonde rival and at the ground, and she only gives an inaudible mutter as a response.

Eileen continues as if she had gotten some sort of answer “yeah, well, it’s a shame you lost though really.”

At this Samanthas expression turns to confusion, and she holds her gaze on Her.

Eileen lets out a short laugh, “I mean you always have such a good strategy, Keeping my girls distracted with that fat ass! You really earn your spot on the team with that thing!” She finishes her sentence with a wink, aimed vaguely between the both of you.

Samantha lets out a sharp gasp as if she’d just been slapped, and embarrassment makes her flushed face even redder.

You have to **** down a laugh, letting out a sound something like a sneeze. At this Eileen smiles at you again “Gesundheit”.

Finished drawing in breath Samantha splutters for a moment, tripping over her words trying to find a comeback “pff- pu- you’re one to talk!”

“Oh… wow… Sam-an-tha-" She draws out her name huskily "-i never knew.” Eileen deliberately bites her lip for a moment, and speaks in an exaggerated alluring tone “You like what you see?” She does a half turn, revealing her tightly denim clad dumper to you both, and draws her left arm up nearly vertically to the ground.

You spot her bright blue eyes glance your way briefly, making sure you’re paying attention, before she brings her open palm down in a wide arc, and fiercely slaps her own ass with a loud bang.

Samantha grows even more flustered if possible, and her expression turns to one of revulsion. “Wha- u- WHAT? I’m not some sort of disgusting LESBIAN!” Her hand finds yours and grips it tightly, as if to affirm her statement.

Eileens cheery demeanour falters at this, and you can see genuine hurt flicker in her face before it’s quickly covered up by a tight lipped smile “yeah, i know…”

As if on queue, an unfamiliar feminine voice calls out nearby, and looking at its source you can see an extremely long haired ginger girl walking up to the group, her eyes trained on Eileen. “Babe, Congrats! Who’s-“ the girls amber eyes spot you, Samantha, and your holding hands, and at that point her mouth falls open incredulously.

The unfamiliar girl walks up beside Eileen and wraps her arm around her, slipping her hand into a jean pocket and visibly giving Eileens expansive ass a firm squeeze.

She’s taller than Eileen or Samantha and shorter than you, you guess she’s somewhere around 5’9”. Her ginger hair is on the dark side, somewhat rusty coloured, but still lighter than Marys auburn. It’s a truly impressive length, perfectly straight and cut off evenly just below her buttocks.

Her face is without any makeup, and her fair skin looks clear except for a bit of sunburn, and a few faint laugh lines that have prematurely formed. Her Hazel eyes are bright, and catching the light at certain angles they look slightly amber.

She’s wearing a loose, long-sleeved crop top adorned with the logo of some indie rock band that’s been roughly cut off in the middle, evidence that it’s been cut shorter than it came from the store. You aren’t surprised by this, as the short fabric isn’t enough to completely cover her large, firm breasts, a few inches of underboob visibly escaping it.

Her tits are the largest and firmest you’ve seen in awhile, two perfectly proportioned cantaloupe sized orbs on her chest. It’s clear this is without the aid of a bra as well, judging by the lack of straps and the visible bumps of barbell nipple piercings poking through her top.

To call the skinny jeans she’s wearing “low-rise” would be an absurd understatement. They barely cover her lower abdomen at all, with the distance between the inseam and the top of the belt loops being three inches at most, you can clearly see the bulge of her pubic mound partially spilling over the waistband.

With jeans so comically low, her panties are on full display. A subtly patterned grey Calvin Kaiser thong ,riding high on her hips.

Her outfit, in addition to to its sluttyness, seems intended to frame her toned muscular abdomen, flaunting her defined abs and visible V line. Overall she has the physique of a Snaptigram fitness model, and you can only imagine she has a booty tight enough to bounce a coin off of.

The unfamiliar girl plants a quick kiss on Eileens cheek, before turning her attention to you and Samantha “Hey swampass! How did you get a boyfriend, the chastity belt rust off?”

You see Samantha look down and feel her shorts before she cringes in embarrassment, you too notice that they’re absolutely soaked, and a constant stream of sweat seems to be dripping from her rear end.

At this Eileen gives the girl a gentle kick in the shin, and shoots you and Samantha an almost apologetic look. She gestures to the girl and clears her throat before saying “uh Samantha, Arthur, this is Maddie.”

You give a halfhearted wave and Samantha nods, seemingly averting her eyes from everyone.

An awkward pause follows, and it’s a few painful moment before v speaks, gesturing at a Portable toilet a few yards away “I’m gonna go uh, clean up.” She takes a few steps before adding as an afterthought “and Arthur’s my roommate, for your information” she enunciates this sentence with a hint of venom, as if it were a clever comeback to Maddies teasing.

Three sets of eyes follow her massive jiggling rear as she walks to the port-a-potty, and after she enters you’re stuck in an uncomfortable silence between the two unfamiliar girls.

You can’t say you’ve ever had someone check you out before, at least not openly, but that’s changed now as in the silence Maddie makes no attempt be subtle about Eye-fucking you, all the while fondling Eileens ass through her jeans.

She plants her free hand firmly on one of her own breasts, and rubs it for a moment before snaking her arm down her toned belly and resting her hand on her mostly exposed panties. She “adjusts” them for a moment, pulling the fabric taught first, then pushing them lower before repeating a few times. A couple times during this you spot red pubes shaved into landing strip poking out.

Predictably, the show she gives you ends in a firm erection on your part, and Maddies eyes flick down to your crotch before her mouth curves into a naughty grin.

You can’t believe what’s happening, and all in front of someone you can only assume to be her girlfriend.

You glance at Eileen, to see if she’s noticed the Unfaithful intent dripping from Maddies every action, and you’re shocked to see that her bright blue eyes have been following along with the show the entire time, a light blush visibly creeping up onto her cheeks.

The sexually charged moment is finally brought to an end as the *ding* of a text notification sounds, shattering the built up tension.

Eileen sighs and pulls her phone from her jeans, struggling for a moment to wrench it from the tight fabric. She looks at the screen for only a moment before cursing loudly “Shit!”

Concern crosses Maddies face, and she leans in to get a look at her phone asking “Whats up?”

Eileen explains, “My sister texted, the old bastard wants to raise the rent on us by 100 bucks” rage crosses Maddies face, and she exclaims loudly, drawing some stares from the dwindling people still in the park “Bullshit! For half a driveway? He can’t be serious. Fuck!”

Eileens face gets a downcast expression, and she opens her mouth to say something before apparently rethinking it.

Silence overtakes the group again, and Eileen flicks through her phone for a time more, before she throws her hands up and lets out a frustrated groan “the bad news keeps coming, a Trolly broke down on our line. We’re walking tonight.” Maddies lips only purse in response, clearly holding back another outburst.

You finally speak up at this “how far do you girls live? I could drop Sam off and give you a ride afterwards, it’s no trouble.”

Maddies eyes flash, clearly pleased at this idea in more ways that one, and Eileen breaks into a grin “Really? You don’t mind?” You shrug “yeah, not a big deal. I’m sure you’re tired after your match.”

You’re all eventually greeted by Samantha stumbling her way back from the Toilet, only giving you a brief smile before gesturing to the car and getting in the passenger side.

You see her lean back into the headrest, and almost immediately her head slumps to one side, sound asleep.

“Well” you speak, “i guess that’s that. Let’s get going.”

You get into the driver side, and Both Maddie and Eileen quickly follow, settling into the rear seats.

Fishing your keys out, you start the car and begin to make the drive back to Pennystone Lane.

Proper introductions and descriptions for Eileen, aswell as a new girl Maddie.

If you’re thinking I'm piling them on too quickly… you could be right, but this is mostly setup for now, and in my defence, this was originally intended to be a part of the last chapter. You can probably see why i ended up separating them.

As always I’d love to hear what you think.