Game on!

"Game on!" Taylor commenced with glee. Michaela widened her stance, her feet shifting about four feet apart. Leaning her weight against Taylor's shoulders who stood to her side calling the shots, Michaela looked up at her and nodded "ready!". Still standing before Michaela, I realized I hadn't left this spot the entire time! I've been so distracted I didn't even notice my feet had sank into the mud. But I mean... it's not like I needed to be all that involved with the game, there was no room for me to join this 2v2 match; besides I could throw back these dart-looking things that kept landing at my feet, see I was still productive! With Michaela's head turned, perched on Taylor's shoulder, I was impressed with how engaged she was with everyone despite her akward stance, heckling and laughing with the players, taunting them at missing or hitting a low scoring point. Each direct hit would either stick to her body so Taylor would collect after each round, or bounce off her thick skin and land somewhere around our feet in which I'd toss back. It was exciting, while everyone had their eyes on the back of Michaela's body, I had the entire front seemingly unattended. The cold shoulder never felt so warm!

I sat down on an overturned fishing bucket, my entire view now completely overtaken by this curvaceous figure. Her rounded shoulders glistened in sweat and leftover rain droplets, her boobs slightly hung forward given the slight lean in her back which also accentuated the slight pudge in her belly, and an even natural olive tan that coated her entire body hunted by a light cream color covering her bits. The way her sides curved and her thighs spread, her- "oh, awww it's drooping, l've been neglecting it," I thought to myself as it wilted like a flower. Being in the seat of such an intimate experience, it was nice to admire the female penis. It folded into its self, looking more like one of my scrunchies as it looked down, rolling to its side. Her balls would do a similar dance as they'd lift into a stiffened sack. It's funny, as a hetero-girl, I know a thing or two about these things that guys obsessively boast about, but watching it behave on my friend felt so foreign and familiar; it was comforting and intriguing to study, watching it behave on its own as if it were a living organism with separate needs and desires. I’d poke at it for a few minutes just to watch it bounce, sway, rise, and fall repeatedly just for the entertainment “oh, I’m such a tease”.

I lifted my hand to it once more, outstretching a hooked finger and gliding it across the bottom of its limp body, like a chin scratch to a dog. It bounced two times in response to my contact, it wagged up and to the side as her sack did a dance. "I could tell it- Ow!" startled by a dart smacking my leg, I could tell her sack was furiously restless now as they retracted up her scrotum after being struck. "Ayoo, how many points I get for hitting that thing!?" cheered one of the boys. "Argh- Heyyy, I told you guy, that is NOT in bounds!" huffed a disturbed Michaela, clawing both hands onto the shoulder she was leaning on. "Wrong game doofus!" backed a stern Taylor backing Michaela’s defense. The girls were occupied with arguing and having to reexplain the objective and game rules, questioning everyone’s skills as to why no one has scored a bullseye yet. While I innocently sat in place, the opportunity for me to contribute to the game was clearer than ever now. Sporting injuries call for physical therapy!