So What Next

My first real sexual experience is in a cinema.

All characters are over 18.

"You doing anything later, Grace?" asks Allie, as we strip off after the game.

"Not really," I reply. It's just after five and I'm not in a hurry to rush home.

"You could join Tom and me. We're going to see the latest Marvel movie. I think Jamie will be joining us."

"Okay!"

Tom is her boyfriend. I think he's twenty-two. Jamie's his younger brother and I know he's nineteen. He was a year ahead of me in school and he was the kind of boy you'd notice. She takes out her phone and dials, then speaks briefly.

"That's sorted."

We are last to the showers, as I had helped her gather up all the gear at the end of the game. Almost everyone else has gone. It's a women's under-thirty football league and I am the only one under twenty. Most of the players are older. About half usually get in their cars, or are picked up, and go straight home without showering. On entering I notice two of the older players seem to be helping each other to wash and are giggling as they do so.

Now we are both naked, I realize that, although at twenty Allie is less than two years older than me, her body's no longer that of a teenager and that sort of realization makes me conscious of my own. I mean I'm quite happy with mine but it's still definitely 'girl' not 'woman'. I'm tall with a slim figure not too curvy with small, pointed breasts and perky nipples. Mind you, that could last a few more years we all age differently.

As I step under the shower next to Allie, she says, "Look at them!" nodding her head towards the couple of the older players who are still lingering under their shower, no longer giggling, letting their hands rove. I try not to be too obvious, but I don't think they notice or even care as they begin to kiss feverishly, what I have heard referred to as playing 'tonsil tennis'. It gives me a funny feeling in my gut and lower, and I feel myself blushing.

"They're both married. Do you think their men know?" Allie asks as she soaps her body all over. I just grunt as I keep surreptitiously watching. It's getting me quite juicy.

"How would you like it if I was doing that to you?" and she steps closer and runs a soapy hand over my breasts. I think she expected me to shy away, but I move closer, and she does it again. I reach out and touch her breast. She gives me a strange look, pauses and then runs her hand between my parted legs brushing my sex.

"Oh, I think you're all hot and bothered, you little tart!" she laughs, and she takes a step away, saying, "Save it for later. Maybe Jamie' will get you off, if you want him to," and she laughs a bit more.

If I weren't too embarrassed, I could have got myself off right there. Instead, I step out of the shower, and we stand a little apart drying ourselves.

"I'm not..."

"I know, you're not...gay, not a les! You don't need to say it. You certainly are a little bit 'bi' though. More than me, I'd say, but I think most of us are a bit, maybe women more than men or maybe men aren't as ready to admit it."

We finish dressing and when we step outside Tom and Jamie are standing by their car waiting.

"Hi, I'm Grace," I say, holding out my hand.

"I'm Tom, and this is..."

"Jamie," his brother interrupts. "You were in the year below me, athletic, on the football team, but definitely one of the hot chicks, the lookers."

I blush with excitement to think that he had recognized me and with a compliment too.

"You weren't unnoticeable either," I say bravely, and he smiles.

"All right! Now the mutual adoration society has concluded, let's get a bite to eat before the movie. We have time it starts at 6:50."

We park beside a pub that's near the cinema. I take a moment to text my mum: "Some of us are going to the pictures. See you later!"

Jamie and I seem content to let Allie and Tom do most of the talking as we all sip our pints of beer. Well, I sip, the others finish their first pints fairly quickly.

"So, you play a bit of footie, then," says Tom.

"She bloody good! Probably the best of us, she could probably play in the under-nineteen or under-twenty semi-pro teams. She may look a little willowy but it's all muscle."

I just laugh and say, "I enjoy just playing recreationally, no stress!"

The fact is I've been playing as long as I can remember. I'm an only child and all the kids on my street were boys and we all kicked around a ball together. When we got a bit older, we went to the park where there were real posts. I usually had to be the goalie. The posts were ridiculously wide for our size, but I learned when to move out to challenge an incoming player, cut down the angle and even dive at their feet for the ball. At least half the boys didn't have the balls to do that.

As we grew a bit older, they tried to cut me out, I spent hours kicking a ball against a wall, sometimes heading back the rebounds, learning to kick equally with both feet which even a lot of the premier leaguers don't do. By the time we were eleven I was taller than all of them, gangly but fast and fearless. Sometimes I still played in goal but as we learned to play the positional game, I was even more valuable as a central defender with my heading and ball skills.

As part of what is unofficially designated as a boy's league, we beat a lot of other teams thanks in part to my scoring headers off corner kicks, although off the pitch, as the only girl, I was still a pariah. As a result, I guess I'm fairly innocent in matters of sex although by the time you're well into your teens there isn't much you don't hear about even if you get no practical experience.

Tom leads Allie into one of the rows towards the back of the cinema and Jamie follows so that I am seated on the outside aisle. The movie's okay, not great, but I enjoy feeling Jamie's arm when he puts it round my shoulder. A bit later his hand is between my shoulder blades, and I feel his fingers. Suddenly, I have an ah-ha moment, "He's trying to undo my bra." That makes me laugh. I'm not wearing one. I always wear a sports bra when we play and sometimes one with a bit of padding when I'm wearing a dress, but mostly I'm fine without. Mind you, the mere thought that his mind is on sex has my nipples on fire and that juicy feeling from earlier comes back.

Feeling brave I rest my hand on the thigh of his jeans. I've never done anything like this before. His hand leaves my shoulders and comes to rest on top of mine. His other hand is also busy and in moments my hand is pulled into the open fly of his jeans. My heart is beating out of my chest as I touch my first real cock. It twitches and I let my fingers close around it as it grows harder. We just sit like that not moving just watching the film. Then I feel his hand on my thigh. I don't have a zip; I'm wearing elasticated track pants with a drawstring closure, which I quietly undo.

Without my left hand leaving his cock I reach across with me right hand and move his right hand inside the waistband of my track pants. Letting go of his hand I lift my bum slightly and slide them down my hips a little. I can feel the waistband stretched across my bum crack as he snuggled his hand down and rested it on my panties. I felt him push them to one side and runs his fingers through my strip of pussy hair. God! I had masturbated so often to the fantasy of a man's hand on my puss...my cunt. He pushes my track pants down a little further and I already feel myself getting creamy. He must feel it too as his fingers delve inside my lips and run up to my clit.

To think this is really happening, my first and with delicious Jamie Bryce. As he delves deeper, I sink lower and push my pelvis forward, so he has better access to me. He pivots in his seat and brings his left hand across, and I realize he's looking for an easier way to get fingers into me. I turn my body towards him and our docking manoeuvre's complete with three, count them three, fingers playing in my opening. This is crazy; we're in a cinema I can hear and vaguely see people all around us and that just raises my excitement. I begin to stroke him more vigorously. As I feel the slow build I bite my lip. I'm experiencing the exquisite agony of ever faster ripples in my crotch until I reach a crest, and bite down even harder to avoid crying out.

Allie looks over and nudges Tom and I see him look as I realize Jamie's cock has popped loose from his jeans. I focus on pumping him harder but that gets more difficult because my ripples have turned to little spasms of ecstasy. Just then my whole gut clenches. I'm almost bent double as I see the explosion of his cum shoot a foot in the air. I let go and clamp my hand over it, but I feel the flow still coming as I'm racked by the best orgasm ever. I manage not to shout out but I'm aware I can't suppress two or three loud grunts. Allie is doubled over laughing.

She produces a wad of tissue from her handbag, and Jamie and I mop up the mess. It's a good thing a lot of his cum has fallen back through the opening in his jeans onto his underwear. My own undies feel pretty sodden as well. The amazing thing is I'm not sure anyone else apart from the four of us knows. If they do, they don't complain, and I watch the end of the movie as my heart rate settles.

It was 9:30 and dark when we came out.

"Thanks, I enjoyed that, but I need to be going. I'll catch a bus."

"Don't be silly the night's still young. We can go back to the pub or to a club."

"Tom's right!" said Allie, "Come on, don't be wet," and they all stood looking at me.

"Well, just a minute then," I said, and I called home. It's just my Mum and me. Dad left when I was thirteen. There was no answer, so I figured she was still out, and I sent her a text saying, "Just hanging out with some of the team," which wasn't strictly true, but I thought I knew her opinion on men and didn't want her to worry.

As we headed to Tom's car, we passed in front of a store whose windows were brightly lit. Allie paused to look at something, so we all did, and then she suddenly said, "Jamie turn around," and he did.

"Look at you. You can't go anywhere like that. Good thing I noticed; I saw your reflection in the window."

She was right, the front of his jeans around the zipper were covered in dried cum. I burst out laughing and soon we all were.

"Best go back to your place," said Allie.

"Crap!" exclaimed Jamie.

"We'll all go," I said.

"No, we'll drop you off at your place. You've got his cum on you too, you randy little tart!"

As we were driving Allie said, "I'll come to the door with you, say "Hi!" to your mum and you can duck in and head to your room."

"Thanks, that's smart."

Just as we reach the house my phone chirped. It was a text from my mum: "Have fun dear, I'll be out until later. If you haven't eaten, there's pie in the fridge. Just heat it up. Love, Mum." I leaned forward and showed it to Allie.

"No need to help me sneak in," I say as I get out.

"Fine, see you at practice on Wednesday."

I let myself in and as we've already eaten, I headed straight upstairs and stripped naked. I did have some cum on my track pants and my top and I took a small brush and some washing up liquid and gently cleaned them before dropping them in the laundry bin. I examined myself in the mirror and apart from some slight redness my cunny looked pretty much as usual. I gave it a little rub as I smiled at myself. I feel so good: "Jamie fucking Bryce for God's sake!" The girls at school will not believe it. I'm in my final year, and he was done with it, but I know my crowd haven't forgotten him. I'm not even sure what he is doing right now, maybe he has a job. Maybe Allie knows.

I get another text from mum: "Don't know if you'll be shocked or thrilled but I'm on a date and I probably won't be home tonight. You always said I should, so wish me luck."

A few minutes later I'm in bed, still naked, thinking about things. I chuckle to myself thinking I scored twice, once in the game and once in the cinema. Then thinking of Jamie and the feel of his cock, and of my mum likely getting fucked rotten, I rub myself with slow intensity until I have a mini climax. Just before drifting off to sleep, I wonder "So, what next?"

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