I was decent at basketball. I could make lay-ups all day, but I enjoyed the display of power that comes from playing volleyball. I liked being the big girl in the middle. I was a middle blocker. In high school, I was told that I could play for a Division II school. I was not recruited though, and ended up playing at a community college. I guess that I was popular enough from playing volleyball, but I was not receiving the attention I always dreamed of. This made me try harder and I completely dominated my two years at this level.
I looked forward to game days. Not just for the competition, but because I was able to show off my body in the tight volleyball uniforms we wear. The shorts showed what kind of butt you had: if you were toned or if you didn't work hard enough. Some girls, I thought, should have played softball, or some sport wear the uniform was more forgiving. Both my years I led the team in blocks and kills. I blamed our losses on the other girls. I was ready for more exposure, so when a Division II school came calling, I jumped at the opportunity to move up to the next level and to get away from mediocre players. I was taking my, Division I, or D I as they say, ass to the big city. I may not have been going to the highest division, but I had confidence my looks belonged there.
I was not intimidated by the larger school, or by the sophistication that walked around campus. I felt my talent brought me there and that aided my confidence. During the preseason, the football players were always flirting with me, when we came across each other on the athletic complex. They thought I was going to be easy, but I had my small town boyfriend. I wasn't going to be unfaithful to him. Usually only big and clumsy players hit on me, but here, even shorter guys were coming up to me. I am 6'1", even though the coach has me listed at 6'2". I have a flat stomach when I am in season shape. Off-season I carry a little extra there, but you could only tell when my shirt is off. My long legs are muscular. I like to flex the muscles, especially the thigh ones, as much as possible when I am in set position. When I serve, I stand quiet for a moment to let everyone see the angle: lean calf, to thick thigh, punctuated by a firm and high ass. I wish I could say that my C cups were perfect. My nipples are worthy of plenty of adoration: pink and protruding. My breasts have become somewhat pendulous. I suspect it is from so much running and playing I have done. They are still full, and at 20 years old I can still wear a bikini on any spring break beach. I just wish they had not dropped from their shelf.
I try my best to play the part of a star player. Before all games I get my hair and nails done. I also get a pedicure. Even though my feet won't be showing, I like the pampered feel it gives me. I usually go with a teammate or two, and we just sit there being treated like divas.
From day one, I knew being faithful to my boyfriend was going to be hard. He works construction, and only has a slight idea of what college life is like. On weekends, there are parties to be seen at. When there is a football game, the partying starts early. There are so many people to be attracted to, especially girls. I had to admit to myself that I needed to indulge in something exciting. If I was going to be unfaithful, it was going to be with a girl, not some easy to find guy.
Having spent so much time with my teammates, working out, showering, the occasional hotel stay, I was able to get a good idea of what was there for me to experience. And while a few of the girls were very hot, some with breasts that made me envious, they all lacked that fire, that extra something that I needed. I wasn't too impressed with my choices. I had to go outside my sport to find someone that I wanted to have my first lesbian sex with. I found that someone in a cheerleader. She was a sophomore co-captain that had gone to high school in Florida. She worked hard with her squad and worked hard in school. I usually saw her studying between halves of football games. Stacey was a foot shorter than of me. Her hair was dark brown, where mine was light brown, but her legs were muscular like mine. Her breasts were amazing to see from the side. She must have been close to a 36 C. Very high and full. Her ass, although topping much shorter legs, had that uplifted look which would have looked grand on the court. I saw in her bio that she had done some wrestling in high school. My heart tingled when I got a full view of her butt. She was doing flips and her skirt allowed an amazing view of her rear end in briefs. The only thing about her that bothered me was a tattoo that she wore on her lower back: a large butterfly. Had she led a sheltered life back in Florida and needed to spread her wings now?
The first time I saw her outside of her cheerleading role, I was stretched out on the track infield, having run a couple of miles. I was wearing shorts. She walked by and looked at my thighs, but not at my face. I had already seen her at a couple of football games and a few times when the cheerleading squad practiced before or after we did. I felt we had crossed paths enough that it would not be awkward to introduce myself. I walked over to where she was stretching. She was going to go for a jog. I was thinking, 'don't do it, be kind to your boobs.' I reached her as she was bending into some sort of yoga position, her ass high and proud in the air. She was wearing nylon workout pants and a sweatshirt with the school logo. I felt nervous. I didn't like feeling that way. I wanted to seem cool. She looked up at me, but waited a few seconds to finish her stretch. She had been holding her breath and now released it.
She had a very suspicious look on her face. I like the way her hair was pony tailed. She had very good skin and had a natural tan look.
"Hi." I said. "My name is Roxanne."
"Yes?" She answered.
The size difference between us was almost funny, yet she was very confident and seemed fearless.
"I just wanted to say hello. I am on the volleyball team. I've seen you at a few football games. Great work the squad does, especially that all day rain game. You were soaked, huh?"
"Yeah?" She said.
"You guys stayed with it all game. I was out of the rain a few times."
"Thanks," she said. "I got to run some laps."
"Maybe we'll... I'll see you some other time," I said.
Stacey paused for a few seconds. She seemed to have left the moment we were in. "I don't know." She said as she started her trot.
"I'm... There is a party this weekend, maybe I'll see you there." I said.
I felt stupid. There are dozens of parties every weekend. I felt dismissed by her. I only wanted to talk to her, to see what she was like. She seemed secretive. Reserved. I wasn't sure if I had picked the right person to pursue. I had no idea what could have made her so short with me. She was unfriendly. This made me more attracted to her. I wondered if she was playing hard to get. 'How can she sense my attraction to her from a couple of glances?' I thought.
That night I was alone in my dorm room. I was masturbating, thinking of how fun it would be to stretch with Stacey before a workout. I wanted her to see my muscles up close, and I wanted to be close to her when she released her breath. After I came, well, after the second time I came, I called my boyfriend. I needed to clear my head. He had been promising to come to a game, but was always coming up with excuses.
"You're such a liar." I said.
He claimed that he had been going to the school athletic website and had been looking up the results of my games. He wanted to know why they didn't have any good pictures of my ass on there. I told him that it is a school website, not a porn site. He seemed horny. I wondered if he had been cheating on me. He wants to make a deal: he will come to a game if I can get him some sexy pictures of me dominating on the court. He has always loved my ass and wants close-ups of it. He said he wants to compare me with pictures of the other girls too. I should have been bothered by that, but let it go. I agreed to his deal.
The sports photographer for all the games was a young guy that seemed bored by his job. 'How can you be bored with me on court?' I thought.
I was a little embarrassed to ask him about the pictures my boyfriend wanted, but I was sure he got requests all the time and probably had a stash of sexy pictures. I went up to him after a game, making sure no one could hear our conversation. I was nearly stunned when he told me that he already had those kinds of pictures of me. He didn't do it intentionally. The action on the court is fast moving, he says, and sexy shots get taken no matter what.
"I bet." I say. I smile at him though. He seems harmless.
We make arrangements for me to pick up a disc at his apartment/studio. I thought he was so sweet to want to help me. I wondered what he thought of my body. On the way to his place, I imagined him having sexy close-ups of Stacey. I had seen the way she does her splits. She gets quite a bit of height and airtime. I wanted more to see sexy pictures of her, than to see my boyfriend coming out for a game.
"Hey, Jake." I say, going in to the photographer's apartment.
"Roxanne." He says.
"Call me Rox."
"Sure, Rox."
