Exploration
By Dawn Ramble
A voyage of youthful sexual discovery: spying, voyeurism and more.
All characters are over 18.
The under-twenties Regional Soccer Tournament lasts from Tuesday to Saturday. As we have a really long bus ride the coach wants us to travel on Sunday and have a light practice on Monday before our first match. Sixteen girls are travelling plus the coach and trainer, both women. About half of us are black. We're sitting at the back of the bus and Jenn as usual is going on about the various boyfriends she's had and what they have done together. She can get quite graphic, and when you've heard her once it's just TMI.
The coach and trainer are staying in a motel but the rest of us are billeted with families of the team that are this year's hosts. We've been doing this sort of thing for years. Jenn, Morgan, Emily and I are lucky enough to be staying with Sarah Gracie's family. Sarah Gracie plays on the under-twenty national team and it will be exciting to meet her.
We stop for lunch and dinner and arrive around nine-thirty. We are welcomed at the door by Sarah's mother, and we stand there and introduce ourselves.
"I'm Maxine, everyone calls me Max," I say, and the others follow.
"Please call me Sandra," Mrs. Gracie says. She looks younger and more athletic than most moms. We learn that Sarah is not at home. Furthermore, she will not be playing in the Regionals as the National team is a playing a 'friendly' match against Costa Rica in Dallas. Apparently, she practices with the local club but only plays for them occasionally. The bad news is we won't meet her. The good news is she won't be on the soccer field when we meet her team as we are due to, if we make it to the semifinals.
Sandra shows us up to our rooms. Jenn and I will share one room with a bunk bed and a separate single. Morgan and Emily in the other room share a queen. Mr. Gracie is in Dallas to watch Sarah, so Sandra and Sarah's younger brother Damon are the only other occupants of the house. We'll meet Damon in the morning as he has already gone to his room and is probably playing computer games, or so we are informed. Sandra asks us if we would like a drink or anything to eat.
Personally, I'd kill for a glass of red wine, but as I'm not of legal drinking age I just ask for a glass of water as do the others.
"You're welcome to take a shower or a have a swim in the pool if you want."
"I'm not sure if I brought a suit," says Emily.
"I don't think one of mine or Sarah's would fit you." says Sandra, "but as we're all girls here and it's after dark you can skinny dip. Damon's room is on the front and there aren't any neighbors behind us. Bob and I sometimes do and so do Sarah and her friend."
"A swim would be nice, it's a warm evening."
"I have pool towels for all of you, no need to unpack."
We all agree. We've all seen each other naked before and It seems like a good idea.
"I won't embarrass you by joining you," she says.
"Don't worry we won't be embarrassed," I say, "Feel free to join us."
We strip, folding our clothes, collect a towel each and tiptoe out to the pool. The only lights are those below the level of the water and we quickly slip into the water. Jenn and Morgan's white bodies are lit by the pool lights. It's a perfect temperature and we swim gently around the good-sized pool. I can't help noticing Sandra despite a slightly horsey face is a very attractive woman with an athletic body. Easy to imagine Sarah shares some of that gene pool, including the face, if I remember correctly.
After fifteen minutes she gets out and the rest of us follow. We stand in the twilight of the pool and towel off vigorously and I glance towards the windows of the second story. Did I see a face for a moment or was I imagining it? I say nothing.
Later as we go to our rooms, Morgan says, "Did you see him watching us?" The other two look blank.
"I think I did." I say.
"The little pervert was watching us."
"He can't have seen too much," says Emily, "Besides it's what teenage boys do. What age is he?"
"Just turned eighteen, I understand," says Jenn.
"Figures," says Morgan.
After breakfast Sandra drives us to the field designated for our practice. We do drills for two hours and at eleven another team turns up to do the same and we leave.
"Does anyone need a ride to the game tomorrow?" says the coach and he gives us the time and location for our first game. Sandra, who has arrived to take us home promises she will get us there on time. She says she's spent half her life ferrying kids to and from soccer matches and knows all the fields in the area. She is amazing; we find a lunch of fresh salad and cold cuts waiting for us and she leaves us to it saying she will be gone until six and we should just relax.
After lunch Jenn goes to sit and read by the pool. I go up to the room, turn on my computer and start browsing. Suddenly I see myself on the screen and realize I must have left my camera on after the last Zoom session. When I go to turn it off in settings it lists more cameras on the network. I click on one, and I see Emily in her room reading a book. The shot covers the entire bedroom. I go to look at the network devices and another camera is listed by make and a code. I am about to close the window when I see a further device listed as a drone camera. I click on that, and it shows it is not currently active. I try to turn it on and immediately I see our room with myself in it. I look up at the top of a wardrobe and there is the drone. I turn the camera off and go and look at the drone more closely. I see there is a piece of tape on it. I peel it back and see a pinpoint light. Based on cameras I've used, I suspect that this light is active when the camera is recording, and someone doesn't want me to know.
I click on the next camera and a view of the front driveway pops up. The next one shows a view of the back yard and pool where we were swimming last night. These I figure would be normal for many houses. He probably saw us go out to the pool last night but the camera was not much use in the dark so he came to see what he could see from the bathroom window. The next two cameras are turned off and I can't turn them on. I wonder where they can be.
Leaving the network settings, I find the camera in Emily's room is still on. There is Emily talking to Morgan. Morgan is in the process of taking off her soccer shirt and sports-bra. As I watch she slides her shorts off and sits naked on the bed to remove her runners. "Bugger!" I think, "The little bugger is spying on us with cameras."
As I watch Emily moves over to Morgan and pushes her back on the bed. She climbs on and lies on her naked body kissing her. She is fully clothed, but Morgan slides a hand inside the top of her jeans as the continue to kiss. I've met both their boyfriends, but I guess they both enjoy a little bi-play.
I wonder if I have just invented a new word. Maybe the boyfriends are just for show. Who knows? Not my business. I turn off the screen but that does not mean the camera in their room is not still active. I get up, pick up my laptop and go to their door. As I do so Jenn comes up the stairs. She hasn't changed since soccer.
"What's up?" She asks.
"Just a minute and you'll see," I reply.
I knock and wait. After a moment Emily comes and opens the door a crack.
"Yes?" she asks.
"Emily, can I come in?"
"Morgan is just changing."
"I've seen her naked before. There is something I need to show you."
Morgan says, "It's okay Max, you can come in."
She is sitting on the bed in panties when I enter, but otherwise still naked. The one thing that is striking about Morgan is her really puffy nipples. The whole areola stick out from her breasts.
"Sorry to disturb you, but look at this," I say and turn the screen towards them.
"She's not but someone is," says Morgan, who's quicker to realize what I am showing them.
Jenn looks too.
