G'day everyone.
Welcome to a new story. As has been the trend with my work recently this story deals with the hotwife, interracial and cuckold themes. I will be putting the tags I submit with the story at the start of each part to better inform you of what is coming. This story has five parts. All parts are finished and were submitted so I would expect they will be released close together.
I hope you read, enjoy and comment.
Cheers
CharlieB4
Tags. First Time. Virgin. Sex. Voyeurism. Non Consent/Reluctance. Interracial.
How It Started How It's Going. Pt 1
How it started.
Bill and Casey were just like any teenagers entering their last year of school. Despite going to the same high school for the whole time their paths had rarely crossed before the last year.
Casey was your all American girl. Tall and lean she ran track, swam and competed at the state trials for diving. As well she was a member of the cheerleading squad. She excelled academically in the humanities. Topping her class in English and Geography.
Bill was a science geek. If he wasn't in the chemistry or physics lab he was in the computer room. The only class they shared was biology. And while Bill would occasionally look longingly at the gorgeous blonde sitting on the other side of the room, to Casey he was invisible. Bill had played some sport. He'd played soccer growing up. His mum didn't like the physicality and aggression of football so she'd decided Bill would play the game his father grew up with in England. Unfortunately this high school was famous for their football and basketball team. Soccer was a game for the rejects.
One day a quirk of fate meant Bill's whole school life changed. He was kicking a soccer ball around with some of his friends on the oval after school. Bill played right wing because he had a killer left cross. He could land the ball right on his strikers head in the goalmouth from the sideline. The football team were running fitness drills down the other end under the watchful eye of their coach. He saw Bill practising and sent his assistant to get him.
"Can you kick this football the way you kick a soccer ball?"
"I don't know coach. I've never tried."
"Johnson, Jones get over here!" Coach bellowed. "Bales, bring the kicking T."
Three players in helmets and pads rushed over.
"Set up for a field goal drill. Come on hustle! What's your name kid?"
"Bill."
"Okay Bill, have you seen a field goal in football before? Do you know what happens?"
"I've seen it but I don't watch much football."
"Okay then. Johnson will snap the ball to Jones. He'll catch it and place it on the T. Then you run in and kick it between the posts over there. You got that."
Bill had shrugged. The instructions seemed simple. Johnson took up his position then the ball came back between his legs. Jones caught it and held it on the T. Bill moved in and hit the ball sweetly. It sailed high and long and straight between the posts.
"Do it again." The coach ordered.
They did with the same result. For the next thirty minutes the coach moved the four young men all over that half of the field getting Bill to kick the ball from different angles. He was on target twelve out of fifteen times.
"And you have never kick one of these before?" The coach was holding the American football in his oversized hand.
"No sir."
"Jesus," the coached rubbed the back of his neck with the other hand. He turned to his two assistants. "You guys are supposed to bring me all the talent. This guy just kicked more goals than our starting kicker did all last year."
"He didn't try out. How are we supposed to know?" One tried to respond.
"You open your fucking eyes like I just did." The coach had finished his rebuke so he turned his eyes back to Bill. "Right kid... Bill wasn't it?"
"Yeah, yes sir."
"Alright Bill, you're on the team. You go with shit for brains here and he'll get you kitted out. Practice starts at 4 tomorrow afternoon. You be here at 3.45."
And so Bill's transformation began. Not that he was accepted straight away. There was much to learn and game situations proved tougher than training. Still, in the fourth game on a rainy windswept night that made passing virtually impossible Bill kicked the team to victory with four field goals. The next week the school paper did a story about him. More importantly, Casey said hello to him in Biology. Within three weeks they were going steady.
Bill did wonder why a hot girl like Casey wasn't more sort after by the other players. Most of the other cheerleaders were attached to or being actively pursued by 'stars' like the quarterback or running backs. He found out the reason pretty quickly. The first time Bill was invited to Stacey home he accompanied the family to church. Stacy was called to the front along with any other unmarried female older than thirteen to renew their pledge to stay celibate till marriage. Stacy's dad was the pastor and he presided over the ceremony.
Not that this worried Bill. Unlike his new teammates who gossiped all the time about all the sexy things they did, Bill hadn't kissed a girl before Casey. The truth was he had been petrified his inexperience would mean Casey dumped him.
Casey was happy too. Bill didn't pressure her into doing some of the things her friends talked about. In the beginning they mostly just held hands. When he came over to study they actually studied. Her friends made fun of her but they always had. Came with the territory with a dad like hers.
As time went on their relationship evolved. The kissing became more passionate. Hands began to explore the nuances of each other's bodies. Surprisingly it was Casey who initiated most of the changes. Fuelled by the lurid details of her friends sexual exploits at cheerleading practice. Half way through their final year at school and two weeks after Casey's eighteenth birthday she presented Bill with a small gift wrapped box. When he'd torn the paper off it he'd been dismayed. It was a small jewellery box. The same jewellery box that held a silver ring he'd given her for her birthday.