Leave Comments, Suggestions, Feedback, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. I hope you enjoy the story along the way but keep in mind that this is not a quick "get off" story.
Just a quick note, this is fiction, all characters are completely fictitious, any place mentioned has no actual connection to reality. This is the beginning of a much longer story, and the action (and sex) will pick up as the story goes on.
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I sat there in the locker room on a bench, in my sports bra and practice shorts. I still couldn't believe I, Rebecca Barnes was about to have my first practice as a Cal Tech Roaring Lion! I remember my father forcing me to tryout for my high school team my sophomore year. And I was certain that I would leave it behind me as soon as the season was over. But, I was actually good, defensively more than offensively that first year, but still good. I was voted second team all-conference for my defense that year. And I had so much fun, and got to know the other girls too.
So 1 year turned into 3, and a scholarship to play for Cal Tech. Being from the midwest, I jumped at the opportunity to get out, and happily accepted the offer from the southern California school. And so here I was, a month before the semester started, about to practice in a facility that was bigger than the gymnasium where we played our home games.
As I looked around the room in astonishment, I saw my roommate, and fast friend, Rachel Barros coming my way. Rachel seemed nice, but very outgoing, like the type of roommate that might get you roped into a lot of shenanigans or hosting spontaneous events in our room. She was from San Diego, and had played basketball since she was like 8, I think she told me. She was built more for the sport than I was.
She was a good 3 to 5 inches taller than me and had a bigger frame. Not that she was overweight at all, she just knew how to take care of herself, and prepare herself for the sport. She was a freshman, like me (I think we were the only 2 true freshman) and so that's kind of how we ended up rooming together. As she walked over to me she saw that I had noticed her, and smiled brightly as she closed the distance.
"Can you believe it, Rebecca?!" she cried. "God, I mean I've been waiting for this since as young as I can remember. All of my friends wanted to go play soccer or baseball, but I went and shot hoops every chance I got, and now..." her voice trailed off as she reflected.
I smiled at my new friend and that she was getting the opportunity to fulfill one of her dreams. As I did, I lazily looked around the locker room again, suddenly noticing that we were alone. "Shit, Rach, if we don't hurry you're going to be late to your first practice." I exclaimed. as I slid my practice jersey over my head and began putting on my shoes and as Rachel put on her knee braces.
Just then a collection of girls entered the locker room. I immediately knew there were too many for a junior varsity team, even if the school had had one. My next thought, as I scanned the ladies as they walked in, was maybe this was the cheer team. But surely they had their own locker room, I mean this WAS college, after all. My musings came to screeching halt as my attention was directed towards one of the cheerleaders entering the room. I was watched her walk in, but became transfixed as I saw her look right at me, to the point that I couldn't tie my shoe properly. My eyes followed her until she went out of sight, at which point I saw the botched job I had done tying my shoe. Rachel stepped in and started trying it for me. As she did I continued to dwell upon this new person that I had met, no...not even that, saw just moments earlier.
I struggled to put her physical details together, as it was her presence that captivated me and her eyes that bewitched almost. Her darkly tanned skin was radiant, brought to life by the myriad of psychedelic colors on her tight fitting blouse. Embarrassingly enough I remembered looking at her breasts, and noticed that they were about a cup bigger than mine, but displayed almost eloquently, unlike some of the girls she was with. Her hair fell down past her shoulders, straight and black with the luster that only true care can provide.
I can't remember many other details, than her presence. She was on the outside of the group she was with, but was clearly not walking in anyone's shadow. She had a certain assuredness that I found unnerving, yet intriguing. That alone would have promoted an attempt to search her out and at least met her, but then she looked at me. She stared beyond the point where she had to to be polite, and I found myself being consumed by the dark pools that were her pupils. As soon as she passed by, and looked at me, it immediately felt as if she was looking through me; not like she didn't even notice me, but that she was looking directly at my insides...I know I'm not explaining that well, I guess I don't even know how to describe it, but it was unlike anything I had felt before.
"Honestly, Rebecca, you're lucky I'm around to help with these difficult tasks," she teased. I nodded and giggled as her words finally sunk in. Finally ready, we headed out of the locker room and towards our first practice.
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Because classes hadn't started yet, we had a long practice. And I guess because it was the first practice of the year, our coach, Coach Heath Porter, assumed that we were all out of shape enough, that after our 3 hour practice we had to do some conditioning. The conditioning facility was in the main sports complex, so we had to walk over there. As we began our journey, I looked over and saw Rachel and she smiled, not as bright as before practice but a smile all the same, as she made her way to me, as we walked.
"I guess I should have expected that from our first practice," she began. "I guess I was just figuring today would be a lighter day, just kind of getting to know each other." She laughed a little as she finished her statement.
"Yeah, I didn't know what to expect. I really regret not running track in the spring, though," I said we walked.
"Well looks like you're going to get to make up for it. The only reason we're going all the way over to the actual condition center is to use the indoor track." she informed me.
I groaned, a little loudly, as the girls in front of us looked back at us for a moment.
"Hey, so have you gotten to get to know any of the other girls?" Rachel asked.
"No, not too much. I did meet Paige, the backup point guard last year. She kinda helped me out as we went through the drills. She let me know the kind of things Coach Porter wants me to see, especially early on," I responded. "Have you?"
"Oh, is she the cutie who went before you on that rebounding drill?" Rachel asked with some piqued interest.
"I guess so," I offered hesitantly. "I mean she did go before me on that drill, but I guess I'm not the right person to ask about the other part of," I said sheepishly. I knew I didn't have to add that last part, but I was still uncomfortable with talking about attractions and what not, especially in public.
Rachel looked over and saw my face, "Oh god, you're not a prude are you." She teased as she jabbed me in the ribs.
"Nah, I just didn't have a chance to notice, you know with that Seal Team 6 training in there," I said motioning towards our practice facility.
That made Rachel laugh. "Yeah, well take it from me, kid, she is a looker."
I giggled as we continued our trek to the indoor track. I contemplated this newest revelation about my roommate, that she at least found other women attractive and liked talking about it. I was by no means homophobic, I had even concluded that I might if I were ever attracted to a woman that I would have no problems acting on it. Though, that hadn't ever really happened. I guess, when I'm forced to actually think about it, I've never really been that attracted to anyone. I mean I dated a some guys, and fooled around a bit with a few of them, but even then it wasn't necessarily driven by attraction.
A most of them I was setup with, the closest thing I had had to a boyfriend was with this guy in my class, who on paper should have been everything I wanted. We dated for a few months, but mainly because I wanted my parents off my back, and it gave him a plausible excuse to go to Dungeons and Dragons tournaments, or con shows, hell a few times I even went with him. I had never really felt an attraction for someone else strong enough to act on, let alone talk about. That was the bigger thing to me, was that Rachel was willing to talk about someone she finds cute, before she had even really talked to that person. When I write I have no problem expressing emotions for my characters, and I can express deep emotion in poetry; but to another person, like face to face, the thought literally made me shudder.
Rachel noticed me shudder, and brought me from my contemplative state as she asked incredulously, "Are you actually cold?"
"No, I just got lost in thought," I replied.
