Caitlin And Kate

This was bound to happen, I thought. From the moment I saw her face to face for the first time. Never before had my pussy spoken to me, but it purred when Kate looked my way.

People think of me as controlling, and I am. I admit it. I try to be decent about it, but if I have an opinion, things are going to go my way. It's who I am. That's what makes me dangerous on the court. It's why the W has been watching me for years.

When Kate first looked at me, I imagined how incredible it would feel to be held down and kissed by her while we crushed our bodies together. To be controlled by her. I'd barely had the thought before I was soaked from need.

I was immediately horny and terrified. I mean, I'm Catholic and straight. I screamed inside, what the hell is going on? I couldn't even imagine the responses from Dad and Mom if they ever learned I'd had an orgasm from just one look from a new teammate. I was cooked, and I knew it. What was I going to do?

For starters, I had to lock down my feelings. I was here on a mission. Coach Bluder wasn't shy about telling me what she expected. And I wanted to deliver. Iowa hadn't ever been to an NCAA Women's Finals. Ever. I was going to change that, even if it took me all four years to do it.

The next two and a half years were a balancing act. No matter how hard I tried to put Kate out of my mind, I couldn't. She lived rent-free in my head--and, embarrassingly, in my body. I had to carry extra panties with me all the time.

We became friends, hung out, worked out, and, not surprisingly, became besties. She just got me. I rarely had to use an entire sentence with Kate. As roommates, both at home and on the road...the more time I spent with Kate, the more I realized I felt a lot more than friendship.

It was always little things that kept nudging me closer to the edge. At home, it was the scent of her being freshly showered. On the court, it was the scent of her sweat as I cut around her. Or we'd bump shoulders, and I'd be rocked because Kate was so solid. My mind would constantly flash back to my fantasy of her holding me down, her strength pinning me--not that I'd want to escape.

The on-court hugs and fanny smacks didn't help. Every time she smacked my ass, that spot tingled for the rest of the day. I'd wonder if it was because she slapped that hard or if it was another signal from down there.

And so went the first two and a half years. Most of the time, I was under control. I made a point of never making eye contact with Kate for more than a second or two because I knew if she looked too long into my eyes, she'd know. And I never let my eyes wander below her chin. Keeping up with these things for nearly three years was hard as hell.

But all that changed after we beat Indiana at home in a regular season finale, 86-85, after I drained a 3-point buzzer-beater. The arena went wild, and I felt incredible. I mean, I'm good, and I know it. But this one had even me convinced I was legit.

We were all high from the win. It took a while to settle down, finish interviews, grab my celebratory plate of cookies, and get back to the locker room. Things were a little fuzzy in the aftermath, but one thing stood out crystal clear: bumping into Kate coming out of the showers as I was headed in.

As usual, bumping into Kate was like running into a wall. Neither of us had been paying attention, and we both dropped our shower stuff. As I bent to pick mine up, Kate's towel slipped, and suddenly, there she was in all her glory.

Most people don't realize it, but by the time women become D1 starters, we're in incredible shape. Gotta be. We may not be specimens, but we're hard. And Kate? She was hard and sculpted.

Makes my knees weak just thinking about it. I mean, sports bras flatten everything, but as a rule, ballers don't have tits. And it's not like Kate has a rack, but I could see muscle. Most breasts don't flex when you reach cross-body, but hers did. Little muscle striations under wet skin--it was mesmerizing.

And then my eyes dropped lower. I'd never seen another woman from this perspective before, and Kate's body seemed to guide my gaze to her bare mound. It was perfect--smooth, wet from the shower, droplets clinging like dew on her skin.

I must have been more dazed than I thought because Kate grabbed my arm. "Shit! Caitlin, are you okay?! My bad!" Her voice snapped me out of my trance, but I was already burning up with embarrassment--and something else.

Still naked, she walked me to a chair. As I sat and looked up... her hard body and perfect mound were right there again. Thankfully, she turned away, and when she came back with a Gatorade, she'd wrapped herself in a towel.

She handed me the Gatorade, and I reached out with a shaking hand to take it. Kate lifted my chin, asking, "Caitlin! Are you okay?" I couldn't help it. We locked eyes, and I tried to compose myself, but my body betrayed me. The moment Kate gave me that intense gaze, I came--hard. I dropped the Gatorade and shuddered uncontrollably as trainers and staff rushed over, mistaking my reaction for something medical.

From there, I somehow survived the night and the questioning texts from family. Another year followed of me avoiding Kate's gaze and hiding my feelings. But eventually, my self-control cracked. After our dramatic win over LSU in the NCAA Elite 8, on the court and in the moment, I hugged Kate and blurted into her ear, "You have no idea how much I want you right now!"

Kate pulled back, smiling. "I know," she said. My knees buckled, but she caught me, saying, "Steady, girl." That moment fanned the flames within me, and I couldn't stop thinking about what Kate might do if I ever had the courage to act.

That courage finally came on the night we returned to our hotel after the final game of our college careers, having lost the championship game.

We were devastated, but as we sat alone in the lounge, something inside me resolved. Kate followed me to our room, my nerves and desire colliding. She turned to face me as I closed the door, and I finally spoke. "I need to say something."

Kate stepped closer, her eyes steady. "Okay, I'm listening."

I tried to explain myself, but after a moment, she thankfully stopped me with a finger to my lips, saying, "If I tell you to do something, will you, for once, just shut up and do it?"

I nodded.

Taking my face in her hands, she said, "Caitlin, shut up and kiss me." I was awash with relief. Our mouths melted into each other, and Kate pulled me in tight as my hands sought purchase on her body--somewhere, anywhere to hold on to. My arms wrapped around Kate, nails raking at her back while I pressed hard against her. I couldn't get close enough.

Moments later, my head swooning, our lips parted. Mine were swollen and buzzing, my chest heaving. Kate smiled and asked, "You okay? I understand if..." and that's all she got out because I grabbed her, burying my fingers in her hair while tilting her head so I could give her a deeply probing French kiss that set my body on fire as I began trying to tear off her clothes.

Kate helped as best she could, which amounted to undoing a belt, a button, or maybe a zipper--I don't remember--so I could strip her. Soon, she stood there naked as that night in the locker room when I realized I still had way too many clothes on, and I started tearing at my own.

Kate reached out and grasped my wrists, gently guiding me backward until my calves hit the end of the bed. Laying me back, and as her weight settled on me as I flashed back again... wondering if I was dreaming.

Kate kissed me deeply and then broke off, leaving me panting. She got to her knees, reaching down to pull off the pants I had started. She pulled them down slowly, her warm fingers on my thighs, and I heard my pants hit the floor.

Again with crazily warm hands, she pushed up my T-shirt, exposing my abs and simply paused to rest her hands on me for the space of a breath. Then her fingers moved slowly down, slipping inside the waistband of my panties. They whispered as they slid down my thighs and over my feet. She trailed them lightly over my legs and stomach, tickling, and said, "I'm keeping these, by the way."

Kate began at my knees, warm hands massaging, working her way up and parting my legs as she went. She lifted my knees and ran her hands down to lightly massage the tender spots on either side of my thigh gap. Her hands ran up my sides, under my T-shirt, and over my breasts, again gently massaging. "How can anyone's hands be so warm?" I thought. My nipples were rock hard as she moved her palms over them, and she gently caught each between a thumb and finger, giving a light pinch and tug that was surprising, a little painful, but so satisfying.

I had closed my eyes, relishing Kate's strong hands and her ability to relax me and drive me insane in the same moment. She kissed the hollow of my navel, making my back arch and driving a soft, pleading sigh from me. I felt her smile as she kissed around my navel. A desperate moan escaped as I reached down to guide her to where I so badly wanted her, but she gently grasped my wrists, pinned them to my sides, and continued kissing.

The control she was exerting forced me to lift my butt, seeking her, but she was out of reach. Crying, I pleaded, saying, "So not fair...not fair!" I could hear her laugh quietly, asking, "Feeling frustrated?" I replied, "Let go of my hands, and I'll show you." Kate laughed quietly again, purring, "I don't think so, babe. Your time of calling plays for me is done."

After a few moments, she asked in a throaty voice, "Think you can do as you're told again?" I felt like screaming but quietly panted, "I'll do anything you want, just don't stop!" Kate said, "Good girl. I am going to move my hands, but you're going to keep yours right where they are."

She released my wrists only long enough to put her forearms under my thighs and grasp my wrists again. I was familiar with this arrangement of body parts, and my breathing quickened. My butt lifted off the bed again, which must have been the perfect height because Kate found my sex with her mouth, and I lost my mind.

I could feel her softly laughing again, to which I said, "Oh, you wait. You just wait..." With the slightest bit of attitude, she said, "That's tough talk from someone who's flat on her back, naked below the waist, and her wrists locked in place." She lowered her head again, her lips and tongue gentle but deliberate.

I flexed for a second, thinking I'd escape and pin her down, but I quickly realized just how much stronger she was and that I wasn't going anywhere--not that I wanted to.

Kate's voice floated up to me, "I think the word you're looking for is 'Bottom,' as in you, Caitlin, are my Bottom, and I, well, I am your 'Top.'" That was the first time in my life I let go of control, and as I lay my head back, I was happy and willing to submit.

I don't know for how long, but Kate tortured me and then rewarded me by urging orgasm after orgasm out of me. She was perfection, alternating between heat, cool, pressure, light touch, soft lips, and her perfectly timed and penetrating tongue.

When I simply couldn't handle another second, I begged her to stop, to let me catch my breath and slow my heartbeat, which I could hear pounding in my ears. And to my surprise, she released me. As her mouth left my sex, she moved lithely up and over my body to place her mouth over mine, and I tasted myself for the first time. As we explored each other's mouths and tongues, I felt a gentle bump as she began to grind into me.

Soon, Kate's breathing became deeper and more ragged. We breathed in time with each other, and our combined scents a maddening mix. I saw Kate shudder and arch her back, and I knew she must be close. I wanted her to experience at least a fraction of what she'd done for me, so I pulled my knees up close to my chest, giving her a better angle. She came almost at once, her face moving through a range of expressions as her body shook, contorted, and then collapsed beside me.

Lying on my side as our breathing finally slowed, my leg wrapped around hers, she smiled at me while blowing hair out of her eyes and said, "Ready for round two?" Before I knew what she was doing, she rolled me onto my back and pushed my knees until my thighs were parallel to the bed. Then she joined our sexes by sitting on the seat my legs formed. Her eyes... they looked into me as I felt her softness against mine, and I shivered, my toes curling.

And like always, we found each other and a sublime rhythm. Kate expertly positioned herself so we could achieve maximum contact and friction with the occasional direct hit.

Forty-five minutes later, we were both drenched in sweat, the bed destroyed, sheets, blankets, and pillows strewn about, and my energy reserve was almost depleted.

Every true athlete has a beast mode. I'd just never seen Kate's. But as she was approaching empty, just like me, she paused for only a moment, closed her eyes with a Zen-like expression, and took in a deep breath that raised goosebumps on her glistening body and raised every hair on mine.

She rose and knelt between my thighs, leaned down with lips brushing my cheek, and whispered, "Round three." I gasped, "No way! I can't even lift my head!" Kate laughed and said, "I got you; think of this as a transition play, babe... just roll with it."

Then she asked me with a devilish grin, "Which leg is less exhausted?" I just looked at her, not understanding. She laughed and said, "There are only two possible answers here. Right or left." I shook my head, checking in with my body, and said, "Right?" to which she replied, "Of course, I knew that."

Kate pointed my right foot toward the ceiling as she gently straddled my left thigh and then nestled herself up against me. She wrapped her arms around my right leg and started that intoxicating motion again. My eyelids closed as my eyes rolled slowly back, and I murmured, "Oh... my... god..."

I already felt more with Kate than I imagined possible, but I got the sense I was in for a grand finale. I don't know whether she did it on purpose or it just worked out that way, but we hit and stayed in a sweet spot until I thought I was going to pass out. Before I could, she reached out and said, "Take my hand!"

We locked in and then she tilted her pelvis, and Kate's beast mode kicked in as I saw the muscles stand out on her neck and in her biceps, transporting me to another plane of existence.

Every muscle in my body locked, my eyes rolled back, my mouth open, but nothing came out. I began cumming so hard that it hurt--literally. And still, she kept rocking.

The pain gave way to a sort of lightheaded feeling as the sound in the room began to fade. I realized we were truly 100% together in that moment. We were both on the precipice at the exact same second.

Our eyes opened, and we locked into a gaze. In that moment, I saw Kate's pupils grow to the point where her irises nearly disappeared, and then, like ocean waves, we crashed on the shore.

Sometime later, as our breathing approached normal, I noticed the clock displayed 3:17. "Oh shit!" I said. Kate, startled, sat up. Her flowing hair and perfect breasts made me ache all over again. I said, "Come with me." Without skipping a beat, she said, "What do you think I've been doing for the last five hours?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled her into the shower with me. "Let's clean up quick, hop in the other bed, and we may actually get a few hours' sleep before we leave for home."

Unbelievably, we behaved. Mostly. She washed my back and reached around to give me a hug while copping a feel. I laughed. I washed her back in return, my thumb gliding between her lips as I made sure her thighs were clean. It was rewarding to see her knees weaken, if only for a second.

We finished with a rinse, toweled off, and hopped into bed. Laying on my side, I felt Kate spoon in behind me, her

hand gently pulling me closer. I was nearly asleep when she whispered, "I'll always love you."

I smiled as Kate's earlier words echoed in my mind, and I responded, "I know."