Conquering desire: Tales of the queen of Helmsworth high
Chapter 2 - We didn't start the fire
Netball had always been a strong point of Ashley's, her natural height and athletic ability made her a phenom at Helmsworth, weaving between players with a dazzling speed, placing elbows strategically into the other girl's backs, it all felt so easy, so freeing. Some people had yoga, others marijuana or chocolate, Ashley had fury and revelled in it.
Somewhere inside barely below her subconscious, Ashley knew her aggression stemmed from missing Coco and knew taking it out in netball wasn't the healthiest way to deal with it, but then what was?
The three and a half weeks without a single orgasm itself wasn't helping and only spurred her viciousness on to a new level as she almost trod the foot of Ellen McMarley through the sparkling gym floor.
Now open, the ball flew towards her in an elegant arc, poised to land perfectly in her waiting hands when seemingly from nowhere at all, Isra Okada flew into view and pounced towards the arching ball. Isra was perhaps 100lbs soaking wet and the jump alone was impressive for someone as short as she was, but one player on the opposing team was not impressed and she was the only player whose opinion mattered.
The two collided and in a particularly dirty move that even won over Ashley, Isra sent her shoulder directly into Ashley's lip, splitting it instantly and sending the two tumbling to the ground.
A whistle shrieked, choking the room to a pindrop silence. Isra was the first to her feet, terror burning in glassy brown eyes and panic running through her mind, "Oh my gosh I'm sorry! I got carried away, I am so so sorry!"
The roughness excited Ashley, the flow of adrenaline from pain, either inflicted or acquired made her feel alive. Usually, Courtney had filled this vice and it was with a tart taste of a memory Ashley felt the rush she loved speeding her heart up again.
She motioned to aid Ashley up who declined her with a wave, picking herself up, "Watch where you're going mini-me, if I'd landed on top of you you'd be starting your height with a two." With a small dab from pinkie, she realised she was bleeding, yet a pitiful amount, "Not a bad move though." She conceded under breath. If it had been just the two of them, Ashley may have even congratulated her on the move. Unfortunately, reputations had to be maintained, especially with Courtney gone.
Ready to shake the cobwebs from her slightly dazed head and continue with the game, a shrieking siren of a voice cut through the hall and demanded Ashley sit down. "What do you mean!? I'm fine!" She yelled back in frustration. Confused heads turned in icy fear as a black buxom shape cut a path across the court.
"Miss VolairΓ©, go and sit, down. You do not argue with the referee's calls and you certainly don't argue with me!" Ms Maven screeched in a fury, visibly morphing the nearby girls into snivelling terrified creatures desperately trying to find somewhere else to look in the hall.
The dark-skinned and ruby lipped figure could turn into a frightening beast within a moment when challenged, her pretty face and sharp features contorting into a snarl more worthy of a rabid wolf than a woman in moments such as this.
Raven black hair tumbled in long curls to either side of her face, masking her expression to all apart from Ashley, who had been on the receiving end of this barbaric treatment before and knew all too well Maven had a grudge against her.
"Oh was that what you said? I thought you were asking if I was okay?" The dumb ditsy blonde Ashley played would have won her a place in Hollywood, but not under the hawk eyes of Ms Maven.
"Go and sit down now! You're interrupting the game!"
"Geez okay, I just thought you cared about your students."
Spinning on her heel Ashley took her time walking to the side-line bench, wringing every bit of annoyance possible out of Maven, enjoying the white-hot stare running up her back like laser beams coursing over her.
Though still a little unsteady, Ashley noticed the lone other girl sitting out, looking nervous with her knees held to her chest and fiddling with the strings to an oversized grey hoody. Beth McCarthy had certainly grown since the last time Ashley had seen her, "Bess! Get the first aid box and help our brave soldier clean her lip up!" Roared Ms Maven across the hall, earning a round of giggles for her unrealised joke.
"It's Beth!" Called back Beth to no avail as she sullenly collected the first aid kit and sat next to Ashley.
Ashley was about to explain how she was barely even bleeding and didn't need any help when a devilish voice inside intervened,
"Wasn't she the one Terri mentioned? The rumoured dyke?"
"That looked brutal." Beth commented as she prepared a piece of cotton wool.
"Oh Bess it's you. It was nothing, Isra's like half my size. Maven doesn't have to be a bitch about it though. Cover the side Caitlin!" The screech of sneakers on freshly waxed floors rang out as the commotion on the court began again.
Beth nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I swear she's having a bad day." The two watched the long powerful legs of Ms Maven stride back to her chair across the hall, her ample breasts and ass bouncing slightly with every step.
Breaking her stare before Beth, she was able to catch her gaze just as it turned away and an embarrassed Beth busied herself, dabbing away at the minuscule cut, "Why aren't you playing?" Inquired Ashley, inching her body closer to Beth and letting her hands rest on her knees, gently pressing against Beth's legs.
A slight rouge hue began to form around Beth's face, along with a nervous smile, "Oh, my back is killing me, so Maven's letting me sit out."
"Your back?"
"Yeah, I've uh... I am, having some trouble finding a sports bra with enough support."
Thinking about it Ashley realised the obviousness of the issue, her eyes widening to the size of truck tyres as she silently poured over Beth's body,
"Goddamn those things are huge... they're almost the size of Isra's head. I bet she likes having them played with, maybe even smacked a little. Not like anyone at school gets to see them when she wears hoodies like that."
"Hmph, I bet Maven understands your problem." The two girls looked up again, seeing their teacher uncaringly flipping through her phone and resting her arm absent-mindedly on her heaving breasts that strained and fought against the thin white vest she was wearing. Ashley was certain she could see a nipple ring.
Contemplating the various ways she could play with Beth's mind, Ashley decided a little flirting wouldn't hurt to see if the rumours were true first. Ashley had just begun to gradually roll her skirt up when there was a very slight sting across her lip as Beth worked, "Ow! Watch what you're doing Bessy, you could have killed me!" yelled Ashley in a faux annoyance, directing Beth's gaze towards her face once more.
"Sorry! I'll try and be gentle." The timid Beth replied. Ashley watched her face like a hawk slowly turning beetroot and slyly licked her lips with a smile. Beth let out a nervous chuckle and seemed to be finding it harder and harder to meet Ashley's gaze. Ashley enjoyed her power over Beth, able to make her squirm and move with only a look, now and then staring into Beth's eyes and smiling till she turned away,
"You little dyke! So the rumours were true."
"Still, you should be out there, you're a good goal attack."
Beth's sweet eyes lit up, "You think so?"