It was my senior year of high school and I just knew we were GOING to win Nationals. As captain it was my duty to make sure of that. Everyone on the team was amazing, especially the co-captain Jessie though I hated to admit it (she's a total BITCH! by the way). We were already great, best in the state, but I wasn't taking any chances, I was working my girls extra long and extra hard. The team was all for it except of course Jessie, she just kept going on and on about how this was interrupting her fabulous social life and that just because the team was full of losers didn't mean that her "awesomeness" should suffer (see what I mean total BITCH!). To show good spirit, as captain, I started putting in more hours at the gym. This particular night there was only one person left in the gym and they were leaving as I walked in.
"Perfect!" I excitedly whispered to myself, "This is going to be a great night."
I had been on the elliptical machine for about 5 minutes and I was already in the zone. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when none other than Jessie decided to show up wearing the exact outfit as I was.
"Great", I murmured as she walked right up to the machine next to me wearing MY white, scoop neck sports bra and matching white, skintight short shorts.
"Hi Kelly" she started with a fake smile, "I see you were trying to be as hot as me by copying my outfit, well, you ALMOST succeeded" she said with her Wicked Witch of the West laugh.
Irritated, I walked away and to the treadmills.
"Why does everything have to be a competition between us" I thought.
I had always been so nice to her, but she was always so rude, "Gosh! She was just so damn infuriating!"
"Hey Kelly turn and take a look at how your ass is supposed to look in those shorts, Ha!" , she called out after me.
When I turned around she was slowly caressing her ass and slowly gyrating; then she repeated her jeer and she spanked her perfect ass hard for affect.
She had been taunting me all day about my body, she even started calling me "Jelly Belly" and to see that she hadn't stopped was enraging. At 5'8" with long legs, a plump ass, slim waist, 33C tits, full lips, waist length jet black hair and olive skin, I was a sight, at least that's what I've been told, but still at 18 it was natural to have had insecurities. But of course Miss 5'10" with legs higher than the Empire State Building, juicy little booty, trim waist, perky 32Ds, pouty lips, beige skin with a slight dusting of freckles and equally long naturally dirty blonde hair, knew nothing of insecurities. I just couldn't take it anymore, I ran off into the next room, the self defense room. Sitting with my back turned to the door and tears streaming down my cheeks, I sobbed in silence.
Before I even hear footsteps enter the room, I hear "Jelly Kelly, where are you!"
"Oh, there you are Jelly, I've been looking for you everywhere", she says feigning concern.
Walking over she crouches down and hugs me from behind, "What happened to the widdle baby" she says as she pokes one my cheeks, smearing my tears.
"HA, of course Jelly would find an excuse to stop exercising", the bitch sneered.
As anger filled up inside me, I couldn't help but notice Jessie's firm nipples and soft breasts on my back, I didn't know why but I like it and without thinking I moved in a little closer; I mean I had to admit she was hot and I could never stop myself from taking little peeks at her peaks in the showers, lucky for me she ALWAYS walked around stork naked showing out that fuckable little body of hers. Jessie was of course too busy taunting and didn't realize my getting cozy.
When I came back out of my little world, I stood up to leave; Jessie stopped me in my tracks, licked my face and laughed.
"Even your tears taste like pussy you pussy, you won't even stand up for yourself, and I will never respect you, you punk", with a smug expression across her face.
