"Honey! Are you okay?!" My mom squealed as I walked through the door. My face was red and slightly swollen from my "fight" with Riley not but 20 minutes ago.
"It's fine Mom...I'll be fine. I got into it with that girl, Riley, I told you about." I quickly explained seeing the family of 4 in our family room and hurrying upstairs.
I ran into my room, closed the door behind me, threw my bags onto my bed, and looked into my mirror.
I looked at my reflection. My cheek was red and swollen from where Riley connected her punch. My eye was bruised and was darkening quickly. My lip had a split in it and was puffy.
Even with all this "damage" if you would call it that, I had a smile on my face.
I was smiling from the images reeling in my head, replaying the fight-turned orgasms in the shower not but half an hour ago.
I stared at myself as I felt my body reacting to everything. My nipples poked through my shirt. My crotch dampened in my panties. My whole body became warm, and everything inside was screaming to lay out on my bed and play with myself.
*knock knock knock*
"Beck...are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" My mom asked through the door.
I whipped my head from the mirror and toward the door. "I'll be down in a minute mom, just going to clean myself up."
"Okay, sweetie, don't take too long. The meatloaf goes cold quickly." My mother said, her voice trailing off down the stairs.
I shoved the images playing in my head in the coldest darkest corner of my brain and cleaned myself up. Throwing my hair in a messy bun, applying a small amount of makeup to my cheeks and lips, and changing my shirt to my black AC-DC shirt, I headed downstairs.
The Jacksons were a nice family. They had an older son and 2 younger daughters. Their youngest daughter, Kiley, was playing softball at the middle school down the road and they asked if I'd be willing to give her some lessons for pay every now and again. Which, of course, I was happy to oblige to. Not only was it easy money, but I loved softball more than anything, and I wanted to do what I could to help the future stars of the sport.
Their oldest daughter, Bella, was a Junior at my school. She was held back in her earlier years due to the age requirement to start first grade. This made her the oldest kid in her class and she was already 18. She was only a few months younger than me which is crazy to think about knowing that she was a whole grade below me.
She was a pretty brunette with bright green eyes, an athletic body, and was a cheerleader for the JV squad. Other than that, I didn't know much about her.
Their oldest son, Cali, was off at school in Austin. I saw him once before we moved in and other than that, he was but a "name on the wind".
Dinner was okay but very awkward. Everyone wanted to talk about the elephant in the room, being my obvious altercation, but no one dared to talk about it. I was avoiding it mainly because I knew that it would turn me on to briefly get into it.
I'm not gay, at least I wasn't. Am I gay? Or did I get lost in the sexual nature of what happened and my lack of sexual satisfaction of late didn't help? No matter my orientation, every time I thought about the fight my mind went straight to the feeling of Riley's tongue. How her lips felt against mine. Her stiff nipples pressed firmly against mine. The smell and taste of her womanhood. And how badly I wanted all of this, again.
Taking longer than I had hoped, dinner came and went, and the Jacksons left. I quietly helped Mother clean up, put dishes in the dishwasher, and wrap up the leftovers, before making my way to my room.
I flipped on my corner lamp to give my room some light to not have the overhead light on. Threw myself into my bed under the covers, pulled out my phone, and instantly went to stalk Riley on Facebook and Instagram.
I don't know if I am just this horny with all of this pent-up sexual frustration. If I subconsciously had a huge crush on her, I was feeding off the competitiveness, or if the orgasm was just so amazing that I was instantly addicted...but whatever the reason, I needed more.
It took me no time to find her Facebook and Instagram. At first, I wanted to learn more about her personally. Did she go out a lot? Did she have good taste in music? Did she play other sports? Was she popular? What did she do for fun? Did she have style?
I was pleasantly surprised, however, to find that like most Texans, she favored the lake in the summer. This gave me tons of photos of her in varying bikinis. I was surprised to see her incredibly toned body, perfect Latina-athletic ass, and her voluptuous tits.
I mean, of course, I just saw this all firsthand, however, it was the heat of the moment. We were fighting for most of it, and I never really admired her the way I am now. But this girl, for the bitch that she was and is, was extremely attractive.
I felt myself getting more and more aroused with each passing photo. My arousal became so heightened that I kicked off my jeans under my sheets and my fingers were lightly rubbing my labia through my now-soaked cotton panties.
Biting my lip, I scrolled through every picture, my eyes closing as my climax became nearer and nearer. Flashbacks of her sitting on my face, her tongue darting through my swollen lips, her fingers deep inside of me, all collectively bringing me to the edge.
*knock knock knock*
"Becky, we need to talk", my mother said through the door as the doorknob began to turn, and the door opened.
In a panic, I locked my phone, put my phone to my side, and acted as if nothing was just happening. Though I would say, I'm sure my face was flushed and red. I was quick to get red when upset or horny.
With a deep breath, "Come on in, I guess." I said.
"Sorry honey, I don't mean to barge in but we need to talk about what happened to your face." My mom said walking in, turning on the lights, and then sitting down at the foot of my bed. "What happened?"
"Me and that Riley girl got in a fight. She approached me in the shower and one thing led to another. The coach and rest of the team had left so no one else was there or saw it happen." I began to explain.
"Well...that's good news at least. The last thing you need is to be expelled for fighting a teammate. Why did this happen?" She asked sincerely, scooting forward on the bed.
"I don't know mom. We just don't like each other. She's not used to getting competition and I'm not one to back down. She's a spicy Mexican and I have this feisty attitude. Let's not make a big deal about it okay? Most of why I'm hurt is from slipping in during the fight and hitting the tile in the shower." I said, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my still-hardened nipples.
"Well...I trust you, and it sounds like you are okay. Please don't hide stuff like this from me though. I am still your mother and I need to protect you while I still can." She said rubbing her hand across my cheek.
"Yes, ma'am," I said looking down at my lap. "I have some studying to do and probably should let my body rest."
"I agree." She said standing up from my bed and walking to the door. "Oh, Kiley's parents wanted to know if you would meet her, and Bella, at Himmels Park for her first lesson tomorrow?"
"Did they give you a time? I won't be done with tryouts til maybe 5?" I answered back, opening my phone and putting this down on my calendar.
"They didn't but I'm sure 5:45/6 would work for them. I'll text you Michelle's, their mom, number."
"Sounds good. Good night Mom." I said to her, opening Instagram back up on my phone.
The picture on the screen was pretty and artsy, not something that comes to mind when you think of Riley. She was in a cute sundress, in a park surrounded by Bluebonnets, with the sun setting behind her. She looked amazing and the photo was well taken. The image tagged another profile, @shayneda1.
Of course, I clicked it and I immediately recognized the guy in the photo as one of the football jocks. "Was this her boyfriend?" I thought to myself. "If so then why were her profiles set to single?"
I went back to the image before and started to scroll down to the next when I thumbed the like button.
"Fuck!" I said out loud as I quickly took back the like on the image. Not that it would matter though, as I knew Instagram would notify her that I liked an image deep in her gallery of Instagram photos.
I dropped my phone to my side in an embarrassed rush and laid back on my bed. All the movement caused my phone to slide down the sheets and onto the floor.
Still very much confused and very much aroused, I proceeded to spread my legs under the sheets, find my hand under the elastic of my underwear, and brought myself off at the thought of what had happened after practice. After a mildly entertaining orgasm, I drifted off to sleep anxious about what was going to happen tomorrow.
The next morning came and went, as did the most of the day. Every class and mundane lecture went in one ear and out the other. I was trying my hardest to not engage with the thoughts and images of what had happened in the shower yesterday after practice. I needed to focus, I needed to win that starting position, and I couldn't let my newly found sexual desires distract from that.
And if there was one thing I knew about myself, is that when I'm horny, I'm very, very, very horny. I couldn't let myself only think about it all day or it would be the only thing my mind and body would crave.
I opted to eat the not-great but not-awful cafeteria lunch instead of heading out to Chick-fil-A as I had done previously. Knowing Riley took off school lunch, the last thing I wanted to do was bump into her in public.
I grabbed the healthiest thing the school's lunch line made, chicken Caesar salad, sat down at an empty table, and ate alone. Checking my phone periodically, and trying to keep my mind occupied with whatever videos were viral on Instagram and TikTok.
I stood up to throw my trash and put my tray away and my heart sank. Riley walked in with her 3 person posse and instantly made eye contact with me.
I could feel a frog in my throat, my face getting warm, my palms became sweaty and worst of all, my panties were instantly wet.
She didn't motion toward me, scold me, scoff at me, or do anything other than stare at me for 5 to 10 seconds, before turning her head away and making her way to a table off in the corner of the cafeteria.
I swallowed what I could of my nerves and made my way to my locker to collect myself and my books before making my way to Calculus.
I did what I could to focus on the quadratic formulas and linear equations, but it was to no avail as constant flashbacks would hit. I would smell the soap of the shower, the feel of her lips on my skin, her taste on my tongue, and the incredible explosive release that came with it all.
