The Volleyball Player Looks Good

As I glanced up, my eyes met those of the girl who had addressed me. From the back of my mind, I recalled that her name was Emily Carter, one of the stars of the college’s volleyball team. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her athletic body dripping with light sweat from their early practice. Dressed in just her volleyball attire, she looked like a goddess straight out of one of those Greek tragedies -fresh, vibrant and alluring; like a piece of forbidden fruit. Of course, due my powers, nothing was truly forbidden for me anymore.

“Sure, I’ll stick around for a bit.” I responded, dropping my backpack onto an empty bench and strolling over to where Emily was standing with some of her teammates.

“Great! We’re about to start our post-practice stretches,” she said patting the floor beside her. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I eased myself down next to her on the cool tile, my human instincts screaming at me for my audacity.

My brain harkened back to Justin’s words from earlier about getting my “poison out” here in the locker room. I had not done that yet and I was still very pent up. I already knew Emily was going to be the vessel for my release. I was the one with absolute power here, so I might as well just get this over with rather than trying to pretend my intentions were innocent in nature.

“So Emily,” I decided to say, “I’ve got something here for you to practice stretching on.” It was a crude thing to say, but I wanted to have sex with her and didn’t have the patience to wait. After all, Coach Conklin had made it clear that I could do anything I wished inside these walls. Might as well test the waters and see how easy it actually would be.

Emily blinked at me, her bright green eyes not registering surprise nor disapproval – just a mild curiosity. "What are you talking about?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in that cute, coquettish sort of way that some girls did.

Well. Here goes nothing.

Without hesitation or preamble, I stood and undid my belt right there and then, pulling my pants and underwear off, freeing my erection. I watched Emily's eyes drop to my exposed flesh and then widen in surprise, but surprisingly she didn't scream or run off in disgust. Instead, there was something akin to fascination in her gaze as she looked back at me.

"James," she began, her voice tinged with excitement. "Are you sure? It’s been awhile since you’ve allowed anyone else other than Lisa Davis to be with you in here."

I nodded briskly. "Yes, Emily," I said, trying to sound confident though my hands were shaking slightly. The intoxicating excitement coupled with an all too human fear of rejection warring within me. "I've never been more sure."

Given permission, Emily slowly stood and peeled off her volleyball uniform revealing herself to me in her naked glory. I followed her lead, pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside and then sitting back down on the floor. The tile was a bit cold to the touch as my rear met it. I knew, however, that I wouldn’t be cold for long.

Emily moved closer as she undid her ponytail and let her hair cascade around her. She then gently took hold of me. I exhaled sharply at her touch, every muscle tense with anticipation. As I watched Emily lower herself onto me, an entry to forbidden pleasure becoming close to reality, I couldn’t help but feel victorious.

"Come on," I growled, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core. "Show me what you've got."

She swallowed nervously as I gripped her hips tightly and began to move her rhythmically on my cock. "Oh, god! Yes!" she moaned, feeling the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her wet heat, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation; it was unlike anything she’d felt before.

I looked at Emily’s teammates who were still gathered around us in their stretching poses. Although they had stopped to watch us, none of them appeared to have concern on their faces. It was as if my moving in to fuck their fellow player in front of them was a completely normal occurrence

Holding Emily’s hips firmly in place, I began to pound into her with a brutal intensity that made her cry out in pleasure mixed with pain. My breathing grew ragged as I leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as I took control of their connection.

"Take it all," I whispered harshly against her lips. “Make me cum inside of you.”

The command sent shivers down her spine, and she nodded eagerly, arching her back to give me better access. The smell of sex filled the air as I gripped her hair tightly, pulling back to expose the delicate flesh of her neck. She whimpered softly as I nipped at it gently before soothing the sting with soft kisses while continuing to fuck her hard and fast.

"Tell me you want more," I demanded between breaths.

"Please!" she cried out, unable to resist the temptation any longer. "I want you to fuck me harder!"

I smiled darkly and slammed into her again, making her cry out in ecstasy. My movements were brutal yet graceful; I was both rough and gentle at the same time. She could feel my strength pulsating through every thrust as I held nothing back, taking what was rightfully mine.

"You're mine," I growled against her ear, placing a hand to her throat possessively. "And I'll do whatever I want with you."

She moaned in agreement, wrapping her legs around me tighter as I picked up the pace even more. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as we moved together in perfect sync - a primal dance of desire that was making the walls of the locker room echo with our shared pleasure. I was hammering into her with a **** that threatened to send us both spiraling into an abyss of ecstasy, and I doubt either of us gave a single thought to what anyone walking in on this scene might think - in fact I hadn’t even noticed that the noise had caught Coach Conklin’s attention and brought her out of her office to see what was going on.

“James,” Emily rasped hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the wet sounds of our joining bodies. “James…”

There’s something about hearing your name spill from swollen, pleasured lips. Its like a shot of adrenaline straight to the ego - a gratifying affirmation of just how good you’re making her feel. And lord, I was making Emily feel really good.

I heard the Coach urge us on from somewhere behind us. “Now, that’s the James I know. Keep it up!”

Emboldened by the encouragement and knowing that we were putting on a show for Coach Conklin and Emily’s teammates, I snaked a hand around her slender waist to tease at the sensitive bud between her legs. Emily yelped at the intrusion, only to buck back against me when my fingers found their rhythm alongside my thrusts. The moans from Emily’s mouth were pornographic as mingled with my grunts and pants, escalating quickly into names and dirtier words. “Fuck… fuck… oh my god… fuck ….” is all Emily could say.

Emily's body quivered with each stroke, her breath hitching in her chest as she neared the edge of another explosive climax.

"Cum for me," I instructed, my voice harsh with pent-up desire. And she obeyed, releasing a throaty cry as pleasure surged through her trembling frame. Waves of ecstasy washed over her as she clung to me, nails digging into the flesh of my back. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I released deep within her, filling her with my essence. Her muscles spasmed around me, milking every drop until we were both spent.

Panting heavily, we collapsed onto the locker room floor, a tangled mess of limbs and slick bodies. But even in the aftermath of our fiery coupling, there was no reprieve from the raw energy coursing between us.

“Holy shit,” one of Emily’s teammates murmured as they started to move again, the spell momentarily broken. The others echoed her sentiment with nervous laughter and awestruck whispers. Coach Conklin’s voice was again in the mix with a “That’s my boy!”

But none of it mattered; not the gawkers or the remarks or even the faint laughter that filled the room. I had accomplished what I came here to do. I had “gotten my poison out” and I felt damn good.

Dressed only in sweat and satisfaction we shared a languid kiss, the taste of each other still fresh on our lips. Her hair was a wild mane of fiery locks billowing around us, framing our faces in its tangles. We could enjoy this blissful post-coital stillness only briefly however as a round of enthusiastic applause began to emanate throughout the room. I looked up at those surrounding us and blushed. This was a first for me and I loved it. The powers I held were truly limitless. There was nothing I could not do.

Pulling myself off of Emily, I stood up and helped her sit up, handing her a fluffy towel from the nearby rack. “Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold,” I joked lightly, trying to ease the sudden shift in our ambiance, from erotic intoxication to pragmatic necessity. She just chucked softly, and said as she patted herself dry, “Thank you James! That was the best workout I think I’ve ever had. Like ever.”

“I’m happy to have been of service,” I chuckled as I looked around the room to see the faces of our audience. “And thank all of you for the encouragement, especially you Coach,” I said walking over to Melissa and pulling her in for an intense french kiss. She happily reciprocated pressing her body against my naked form.

We parted after what felt like an eternity; my gaze still locked with hers. Melissa’s flushed cheeks were a stark contrast to her usually domineering demeanor, but even under the circumstances, she laughed off my audaciousness. "Only you, James," Melissa said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "I’m so glad to see you back to normal.”

I saluted to her humorously and strolled toward the showers to clean myself off, my skin glistening and smeared with sweat and satisfaction. I had no cares in the world. There was no longer any question that this was completely my reality now.