All characters are over 18. This will be a multi-part story that will cross categories - exhibitionist, incest, non-consent, group sex, etc... Please be patient with this 1st chapter and allow me time to introduce the characters. The subsequent chapters will have more action.
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Jo dribbled the soccer ball confidently across the midfield line. She glanced over to check that Samantha, the right forward, was in position. Jane, the opposing mid-fielder, took advantage of this moment and sprinted toward Jo. Jane executed a devastating slide tackle on Jo.
Jo was a skilled center forward. Her speed and play making ability caused most defenders to give her a big cushion in the open field. This aggressive play by the new kid caught Jo by surprise.
To make matters worse, Jane popped up quickly and stole the ball. Jane then drove towards the goal. As the defenders came out to challenge Jane, she paused and made a lovely floating pass over their heads. The ball landed softly near the right touchline. The backspin on the ball caused it to check up nicely. The ball was perfectly positioned for the right forward on Jane's team. Unfortunately, that girl never even made a play on the ball. She was unprepared because rarely did anyone steal the ball from Jo and the feed from Jane was such an incredible effort. It was a play you saw made at Old Trafford stadium, not on a High School soccer field.
"Ahhh!" Jane screamed in frustration. The forward on Jane's team would have had a rare one-on-one shot against the goalie. Jane's brilliant play had caught the opposing defenders completely flatfooted, if only her teammate had trusted that Jane would find a way to get her the ball.
"Tweet" the coach's whistle sounded shrilly.
"Good practice girls. Hit the showers," Mrs. Troutman shouted.
"Wheh," Jane exhaled forcefully.
She put her hands on her hips and took a deep breathe. She then brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes. She looked about and saw the others players gathering with their friends and walking off the field.
Jane was smelly and sweaty for a good reason. She had just finished her first soccer practice at William Taft High School. It went as well as you would imagine when a new girl shows up in her senior year and joins a team where all the other players had been playing together since the 9th grade. It was a disaster. There were many missed passes and a few missed assignments.
Today Jane had often sprinted to an open space expecting, but not receiving a leading pass. Jane was used to playing a wide open type of soccer. The other girls on the team were used to playing in a very structure system. They were unprepared for Jane's "Let's take advantage when we have an advantage" approach to the game. Needless to say, Jane was out of sync with the other girls.
After practice, Giselle said to her friends, "Who IS this new girl?"
Emma answered, "Yeah and why is she trying to join our team? We don't need anyone. We were district champions last year."
Jo the blonde haired captain of the squad said, "She's cocky ... a real show off."
Jo disliked Jane from the moment she saw her. As center forward, Jo had the most to lose from this newcomer who showed speed, agility and excellent ball handling skills. Jo fanned her friends' initial poor opinion of Jane by added,
"She's not one of us. Do what you can to make her feel unwelcome."
The girls agreed to give Jane a hard time.
Jane walked by herself to the locker room. She said out loud to herself,
"Here you are again the new kid in town."
Being alone and without friends was not a new situation for Jane. When your mother is dead and your Dad's in the military, you are often alone. Her dad's career had caused the family to move a lot. Jane had often been the new kid in school. This fact made Jane thankful for her twin brother Jimmy.
Jane thought, "I wonder how Jimmy is making out?"
Jimmy was on another field. It was his first day at football practice. He was having a much better experience than his sister.
Jane stripped off her dirty, foul smelling clothes and hit the showers. She gave the other girls a quick peek as she adjusted the temperature of her shower. A dozen nude girls were in the common shower room. They were all fit. Many were like Jane and had muscular thighs a by-product of all sprinting they did. Others were gazelle-like, slender light bodies built for speed and running.
Most of the players had small breasts. The boobs on display ranged from bee stings to tits that would just fill a champagne glass. The low body fat of soccer players made big breasts a rarity.
There was a great variety in the color and shape of the girls' nipples. Their nipples ran the full spectrum of color ranging from pale pink to dark brown. The shapes varied too. Some players had tiny nips and little auroras while others had nipples as big as silver dollars with peaks that protruded over a half inch in length.
Jane had been a late developer. She had been flat chested when she entered the 10thgrade. When she did blossom, it was a disappointingly slow process. For a long time Jane wondered if she'd ever buy a bra that didn't say A cup.
Emma tried to shame her friend Samantha. "Girls, look at Sam. No tan lines ... Someone has been sunbathing in the nude. Did your hunky brother join you?"
Sam was impossible to embarrass. She calmly replied, "No. Didn't you recognize the man I was with by his big hairy dick? It was your father."
"Oohh," The crowd responded.
Giselle added, "Score one for Sam."
Emma threw her loofah at Sam. Everyone laughed. Jane glanced down at her body. She had well defined tan lines. No one would ever accuse her of parading around outside naked.
"Ahh!" Jane sighed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the hot water pounded on her sore muscles. Her sensitive nipples harden due to the streams of water stimulating her breasts. She heard the other girls whispering and giggling. Then Emma called out,
"Wow! The new girl could use some serious grooming!"
Giselle piled on adding, "Jane, the 1970's called. It wants its full bush back."
Jane opened her eyes and looked at the naked girls in the shower. Most had shaved off all their pubic hair. A few sported a landing strip. Jane was the only one who had a full untrimmed triangle of hair covering her lower abdomen and vulva. She ran her fingers through her thick pelt and said,
"Girls, this is what a woman looks like. I've never had a lover complain."
Jane had been taught not to lie. She figured this statement was in tune with her beliefs. She had never had a lover so it was truthful to say no one had ever complain. Jane turned her back to the mean girls and returned to her scrubbing the grim off her body.
Jo got in the last dig.
"Jane, this woman's body you are talking about, are you getting it on some kind of installment plan? I see you have the full lady garden and extra wide child bearing hips ... when do you get some tits?"
Again the crowd murmured, "Oohh!"
Jane turned and her eyes flashed daggers at Jo. Jo stood her ground nude and defiant. Girls like Jo who have long blonde hair, blue eyes and full C cup breasts, can intimidate other girls. Jane, like most teenage girls, wished her chest was bigger. Her hips were another sensitive area for Jane. Jane knew she had a broad beam and she wished her hips were smaller. An angry, upset Jane took a menacing step towards Jo.
"Hold it you two!" Announced Jazmin.
Jazmin was the only black girl on the team. The physically imposing woman stepped in between the combatants. Jazmin was built like an Amazon. She was 5' 10" tall and had large tits and a big bubble butt. Both features were so firm they jutted straight out from her body seemingly defying gravity. It only took one of Jazmin's hands to halt Jane's forward progress. Jazmin's stare was enough to cause Jo and her posse to leave the shower area.
