Susan's Challenge

It was the day of the match and Liliana was feeling more than nervous. Hot anxiety twisted in her gut like a nest of wriggling snakes. Her pulse was running like a jaguar, and the worst part was that she couldn't tell anyone why! The rest of the team were gathered, the air was tense but optimistic. The Valkyries were good and that couldn't be denied, but the Cavaliers were on a roll this year. They'd put up a good fight, but there was no way that Susan's team would be able to beat them down.

Or at least, that was the general air. Liliana had not told anyone about the bet she'd made with her former friend the week before. How could she possibly explain that? She'd gone over it a dozen times herself, and each time it made her feel hot and nervous. What had she been thinking? She'd known that Susan planned to do something weird to her if she won! She was going to have to strip naked, or have photos taken of her or streak through the college without any clothes!

Why would she agree to that? All she'd had to do was say no!

But she hadn't, had she? Susan had touched a nerve, poking a thought that had haunted Liliana for almost a year now. Her team was so proud, so strong, so friendly but why was it always her that had to be the one to pull the weight during their games? They were supposed to cooperate, right? That was what it was supposed to mean to be a team!

Instead, it was her doing all of the work while everyone else celebrated their victory. It wasn't fair! Why shouldn't they have to put in some effort of their own for once?

Of course, the fact that if they didn't win on their own, it meant she was going to have to do what Susan told her for a whole week was not lost on her. Waves of anxiety swept through her body, and she had to play it off as nerves for the upcoming match. She'd been so stupid! Why had she ever agreed to something like this?

This morning, Susan had finally told her what the challenge would be for both of them. She'd been grinning as she said it, like a cat which had caught the world's biggest, fattest bird.

"Take this," She handed something to Liliana. "It's already set up for the game. All you have to do is wear it. It'll take you out of the action, I promise."

Liliana's face coloured, blood rushing to the surface of her skin as her fingers closed around the rounded shape. She'd never used one before, but she knew what it was.

"Are you serious? One of these? during the game?"

"What's the matter, are you scared of getting caught? You can just give up now if you're going to be a coward about it. I'll be wearing one too, just like we promised. Hell, if you're half as good as you're supposed to be, you should be able to win anyway! It'll only make your victory feel better!"

That was then and this was now. Now, Liliana was standing in the changing room. The rest of the team were stripping down around her. The air was tense, expectant. None of them were nervous. All were used to being naked around each other. Liliana herself was slowly disrobing, more aware of her body than ever before. She was slender, lithe in build with long legs and toned muscles. Her blond hair was worn in two side-tails, and her uniform lay on the ground beside her in a bag. Also in the bag there was Susan's challenge. Liliana could not see it, but just knowing it was there was enough.

She'd never really had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. She'd never fooled around with herself too much. Not because she didn't enjoy it, but because she'd always been so busy. So driven. Even before, when she was shy and anxious, she'd known that she wanted to break out of her shell. She'd wanted to do it so badly that it had hurt.

She'd never left much time for self-pleasure. Masturbation was a topic that still made her flush red to this day. When other girls talked about the guys that they had fucked, or even the girls, Liliana would nod politely and pretend to be experienced. She'd always intended to get in on that one day but...

Why, oh why did that day have to be today?

Sitting in that bag, buried under her clothes, invisible to everyone and yet with a power that seemed to draw her gaze to where it lay again and again, there was a bullet-shaped vibrator. It was slender and black, wrapped in silicone with no visible buttons at all. It was probably wireless. Probably hooked up to a phone somewhere.

By the time they walked out into the stadium, it was going to be inside of her.

Liliana swallowed. Her legs felt weak. She was going to be seen by hundreds, thousands of people with a sex toy inside of her! They wouldn't know, but the very fact made her feel sick with nerves. It made her want to crawl up into a ball and hide. It made her body tingle, her heart race and her skin break out into a cold sweat.

Why was she doing this? She could stop at any point. No one was making her. No one was forcing her. And yet, she kept going. She took off her top, folded it nearly beside her on the bench. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her long tights. The skin of her legs was pale but toned. She ran a hand along one thigh, enjoying the feeling for a moment before she realised what she was doing.

Then she snatched her hands back as if they'd been stung. her heart was pounding. Had anyone seen? They hadn't, but she still couldn't believe she'd done that!

She swallowed nervously. No one was watching her right now. She stood up, her fingers dipping into the bag. They came out with her shorts, emblazoned with the team's signature but wrapped in them there was another present as well. The vibrator. Liliana felt as if at any moment someone would shout and point to it, or grab her or ask her what she was doing.

No one did, but it felt so wrong. Her hands dipped below the waistband of her panties, fingers rubbing against her pussy. Just this brief contact made her eyes close. A day of anticipation had built up and her body was primed. Her clitoris was hot and tight, and she could feel the wetness leaking from her lower lips. She pulled them apart with two fingers, pressing the vibrator against her entrance. Her back tingled, there were other people in the room! If even one member of the team turned now, they'd see what she was doing! She wanted to die, her face was burning red. The feeling of the sex toy nestled between her legs was foreign and cold.

She pushed it into her pussy, holding her muscles tight around it. She'd feel it with every move, every step, every jump. How was she supposed to play with this thing inside of her?

And what about when it turned on?

Liliana bit her bottom lip. So far, she'd managed to avoid thinking about that part. But it was lurking in her mind in rather the same way that a massive iceberg lurks in a patch of fog, waiting for unwary steamships to happen by.

Liliana slowly became more and more aware of her body as she put on the rest of her uniform. It was a pretty bare uniform if she were honest. The top was light, clinging to her body and if you peered hard enough you could probably see the sports bra underneath. The shorts were, well, short. Coming up to her upper thighs. Her legs were naked below that point, down to her socks and her shoes. She felt bare, unclad in a way that she usually didn't. Her nipples prickled, pressing into the inside of the bra.

She had no time to figure out this new feeling however. The rest of the team was ready and the crowd was already chanting.

It was time to play.