This is a little fantasy. I should apologize to girls who play team sports for the implication that they all are bi or lesbian. I know they aren't, but guys can wonder, especially when they see them swarming to embrace a scorer. I guess the girls could think the same about men, when they see them piling on the guy who just scored a goal. Someone else can write that story.
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"Goal!"
Charlie's hands were over her head before the announcer's call reached her ears. She turned and ran to embrace Cat, who had kicked the cross pass Charlie had headed passed the fingertips of the goalie. Cat was racing to embrace her. Only moments after they embraced, the rest of the team was hugging them both, all of them trying to get a hand on them. Charlie's goal had won the game in front of the host team's fans. The two of them almost lost their footing in the exuberant crush of their teammates.
As Charlie caught her balance, she felt a hand on her breast. That didn't surprise her; that had happened before in that situation when she had made a goal, and she had made many. Someone's hand had just slid there when the whole team so enthusiastically wanted to congratulate her. A couple of times it seemed like half the team had been lying on her. When a hand had slid to her breast, it slid away again.
This time it didn't! Fingers were holding her breast through her jersey and sports bra. Whose fingers? Someone's behind her, and they still were. She didn't mind a teammate's holding her breast, but not on the field! Could the someone feel that her nipple had popped out in her palm?
Charlie knew that her nipples and breasts were larger than those of her teammates - except for their tall goalie's, but which one was still holding her breast?
The referee urged them to break up to continue the last few minutes of the match.
In the locker room and under the showers, Charlie - Charline - glanced around, still wondering whose hand it could have been. Not Cat's - Catherine's, since they had been facing each other. Could it have been one of the two new young members on the Under-23 team? They both had seemed a little shy, however. Charlie chuckled silently to herself with the thought that even if they seemed shy, it couldn't surprise them that the girls on the team washed each others' backs - and more sometimes after the coach had disappeared. Those two had transferred from another club, had not been on the Under-21 squad, like most of the team. Charlie knew that went on after the younger team's training and games.
That had surprised her back then, especially the first time someone's fingers slid around her side and rubbed the side of her breast. A girl wanted to touch her there?! That had been when she joined the Under-19 team. The older girl on the team had wanted to touch her there, and not just there, as Charlie discovered after their first game away. By then she had understood that the girls on the soccer team didn't just like boys. Maybe some of them really didn't, but - she rationalized - if they liked to do something with girls, why shouldn't she also, better than nothing, if there weren't boys around. It wasn't just better than nothing, also better than with the couple of boys she had been in bed with, and she liked to do it as much as she liked someone to do it to her. Had she with all the girls on the Under-19 team?
Then she had discovered that the Under-21 boys were great fans of the Under-19 girls. Had they all wanted to see more of her because she made so many goals or because they liked her breasts? They had, not all of that squad, not even the whole first team, but a few of them. She liked boys just as much, liked especially that they were better than the teenagers she had slept with before. But her teammates were always there, in the shower, sharing rooms on trips, and they tasted better. She didn't discover that until she was on the Under-21 squad, then having fun with the boys' Under-23.
Those two new girls must know all about that. Of course they must; they both had shaven pussies, like most girls on the Under-23 squad. In Charlies's Under-19 squad, they all hadn't shaved, but that had been a few years ago. She recalled the first time her nose had been tickled by that older girl's brown pubic hair, and then by the redhead's. Hers was really red. When she and a couple of the others joined the Under-21 team, they saw that most of them shaved. Big girls now, adults, they did too. Nice smooth pussies, sweet tasting pussies. She had learned to enjoy sucking a cock, but pussies tasted better - all of them. Once they had had an orgy, after their last game of the season, drinking, all crowding in two rooms in the hotel. Had anyone seen them flitting naked in the corridor between the rooms?
All that had been going through her mind under the shower. Cat had started washing her back, sort of a tradition that the girl who made a goal would be washed by the one who had assisted. Charlie's goal was the team's third one in the game, so the back-washing had started with the three pairs, the other girls waiting almost respectfully before they chose a partner. Charlie smiled at seeing the two new girls together, and chuckled with a nod, when Cat's soapy hand found her breast - not for the first time after a game. She suddenly remembered her question about whose hand had held it after her goal. he and Cat weren't roommates, but they knew that that they would be bedmates.
Then Charlie was washing Cat's back, smiling at her roommate, who was washing another teammate. They both winked. Charlie couldn't remember having seen those two together, but didn't worry about how the rest of the squad would pair off. Sure, the two lesbian couples were together, but the rest of them weren't particular. Hadn't they all paired off one way or another since they had been Under-19?
Charlie's hand slid unhesitatingly around Cat's side and cupped around her small, very firm breast, her fingers then squeezing her aroused nipple between her fingers. Cat nodded with a chuckle. Charlie moaned softly, feeling her pussy go moist. Why did they have to wait until after dinner? She did something she had never done in the shower before. Her other hand slid down around Cat's waist, onto the bottom of her tight stomach, and then her fingers slid down, feeling the stubble of Cat's pubic hair. Cat responded with a surprised "hmm!" but her hips rocked up, inviting Charlie's fingers to slide further. She squeezed Cat's breast and let them. They had been there before, but not under the showers with others around.
Cat couldn't really want her fingers to rub down past the start of her slit? She could? Her hips rocked up again. Was her pussy as aroused as her own? Charlie pressed Cat's hips back against her own, rocking them up against Cat's ass - tight, firm ass - but it rocked up again. It really wanted Charlie's fingers to explore further? If Cat's pussy was as aroused as her own? Her fingers were eager to find out. Too hell with what others could think. Maybe they weren't looking.
Cat moaned, and her hips twitched, but she blurted out softly: "Fuck! But not here!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie noticed heads turning down the row of showers. Reluctantly her hand slid up. She turned her head with a wry smile, seeing that others were washing each other in pairs, a couple also fondling breasts, but none as far along as she had been. They all snickered softly, smirking. A girl, whom she knew from being together since they had both been on the Under-19 squad, grinned and said: "Maybe we would have too."
She was also holding her partner's breast, and her other hand slid down. Her partner chuckled with a slight nod, but she grabbed the hand and drew it back up, murmuring: "But not here."
