Please note this story is predominantly one of lesbian love. However this first chapter does contain one scene of non-consensual F/M sex which is key to the story line.
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Nicky Cartwright thundered down the wing, hockey stick in hand, a look of grim determination on her face. It was an important upper sixth form match, and she was determined to make her contribution. Suddenly a searing pain tore through her ankle and she tumbled over and over bouncing across the muddy ground. She slowly picked herself up as a girl from the opposing side came running over. "I'm really really, really sorry", she said. "That was such a clumsy tackle, all my fault."
Nicky tried putting her weight on the injured foot, and she cried out in pain, as her ankle gave way again.
The coach came running over, "Sorry Nicky. This match is too important; I'm going to have to substitute you."
"No! Please don't. No real damage, just a bruise. I'll be alright in a minute. I need to play, I must play, I have to prove myself," she pleaded.
"Sorry, just can't do. Go and get yourself cleaned up," she said with finality.
Reluctantly Nicky limped away towards the changing rooms. She was furious. After the horrendous humiliation at the hands of her boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, the night before, she had been relying on being a hero in this match to restore her shattered self-confidence. Now even that had been taken away from her.
She staggered into the changing room and slumped dejectedly onto a bench facing the showers. Eventually she raised her head and caught sight of her mud spattered reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. She appraised herself critically.
"Short, dumpy, overweight, boobs too big for my frame, and hair long and lank. Not exactly a good catch," she thought. "Perhaps Carl was right after all... Oh, I don't know! Maybe I'll feel better after a shower, although I doubt it." She staggered to her feet, and started to pull off her kit, throwing it unhappily on the floor. Once naked she turned again, looked in the mirror and grimaced, not liking what she saw. "My breasts are too big for a short arse like me! And they really are a bit saggy," she thought as she jiggled them in her hands. "For God's sake I'm only 18." She turned to the side and poked her belly. "That's got to go, fat bitch; and look at the size of my arse!" Nearly in tears she turned away, picked up her shampoo and soap and headed for the showers. It was true, she was quite short, but in reality she actually had a lovely curvy figure, and was only very slightly chubby. However she was so demoralised by her experience the night before that she wouldn't have been happy even if she'd had the figure of a supermodel!
She washed away all the mud and the sweat and then made sure to avoid the mirror as she came out. She towelled herself dry and wrapped her body in the large towel as she brushed her hair. She sat down heavily on the bench and started to look around the locker room. She was glad to see that only 2 other sets of clothes were evident, beside her own. As the matches were held after college most girls went home in their kit and cleaned up there. "Can't blame them if they have a body like mine!" she told herself.
Just then she heard voices outside and the locker room door burst open. 2 girls came in. "Hi Nicky, hope you're feeling better. We actually managed to win too!" they said cheerily.
She managed a forced smile and said how pleased she was. She was actually quite pleased to see that the other occupants of the changing room were these two -- Adele and Chloe. Both were very pretty and popular girls, but unlike many such girls, who were often real bitches, they were both really nice, genuine people.
Without any trace of the overwhelming self-consciousness felt by Nicky, they both stripped naked and headed for the shower chatting away seemingly oblivious of their nakedness. Nicky envied them for that, and sat idly watching them.
Adele Jones was slim, actually bordering on thin, but with a highly toned athletic body topped with short light brown hair in a trendy elfin style. Nicky noticed that she had small, probably A cup breasts, but they looked perfectly proportioned on her slim frame. They were also very pert, with small hard nipples. Nicky had never really studied other girls' bodies before, but as both girls seemed so relaxed and uninhibited Nicky felt comfortable doing so; and in fact couldn't help herself as she had a need to compare herself to them. As Adele turned towards her she noticed that her pussy was completely hairless, and on her slim body it made her look even more like a young girl, even though Nicky knew they were both 18 like her.
Chloe Watkins had what Nicky would describe as the perfect figure: She was tall, and willowy, with a nice pert bottom, and wonderfully proportioned boobs. She must have been a C or probably a D cup and in college she always displayed her assets well, much to the delight of the male students. She had beautiful long red hair, and as Nicky now noticed for the first time a neat triangle of the same colour between her legs.
She continued to watch as the girls shampooed their hair and showered their bodies. She stared as they happily soaped their breasts, and she smiled to herself when they both soaped between their legs for definitely longer than was really necessary! But, hey, what girl hadn't done that!
As they finished and walked out of the shower towards her, Nicky was painfully reminded of the night before, when she had found herself naked in public. The revulsion and self-loathing within her welled up uncontrollably, and she began to cry. Adele had just wrapped herself in a towel, when she heard Nicky's sobs. "Hey! What's up?" she asked. Nicky just shook her head. Attracted by her friend's cry Chloe turned and saw how upset Nicky was. Without another thought she went over and sat beside her, still completely naked. She put a hand on Nicky's knee and said, "It's only a game, it doesn't matter." "It's not the game," sobbed Nicky. "It's something else."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Chloe asked.
"No, it's too embarrassing," replied Nicky.
But Chloe would not be put off. "Look, just talking your problems through with someone really does help. I do it all the time. What have you got to lose? If we can help, then great, you'll feel better. If not I think you know that we never spread gossip about anyone, so your secret's safe with us."
Nicky smiled weakly, and then cast her eyes downwards to avoid Chloe's gaze. However she found herself gazing at Chloe's naked bush, which was rather disconcerting! She retuned her eyes to a "neutral" position and tried to think what to do. Sharing might be helpful; certainly bottling it up was not helping. But it was so embarrassing! Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "Are you sure you don't mind listening, I think it may help?"
"Not a problem at all," she replied.
"It is very personal though, and I'd hate anyone else to find out."
Adele chipped in, "We are the souls of discretion. We pride ourselves on not bitching or gossiping about anyone."
"I know you do," admitted Nicky. "OK, here goes." With a deep breath Nicky began her tale of degradation:
"I've been seeing Craig Sanders for a few weeks, and we've been getting on well. Over the last week or so we've been...., err, experimenting with our sex lives. Nothing kinky, just a few little fantasies and role playing games."
