Team Captain

This is an entry in the

750 Word Project 2025

"Alright, I'm just going to cut to the chase. I need you to help me out... like now,"

Cathy sat on the floor of her hotel room, suddenly wondering why she hadn't locked the door.

Brigid, the captain of her college soccer team had barged in with a determined look on her face and a tense demeanour. State semi-finals were tomorrow, and everyone had long settled in for an early call. Most girls just watching TV or doing crafts to mentally unwind before bed. Cathy was reorganizing her suitcase, a perfectly normal distraction she'd enjoyed pregame before.

"Excuse me? I mean, sorry- like, what...do you need help with?"

Putting her hands on her hips, Brigid looked back at the closed door then ran to deadbolt it. She pulled up some rug and sat down in front of Cathy's open bag and got quiet.

"I know what you did with Dot and Sam, and I never wanted to get into anyones business, but I'm freaking out right now and I can't sleep and I-"

Cathy's cheeks warmed as soon as the other girls were mentioned. She'd been their quiet hook up- separately- for a few months, until they found each other and became a couple. She hadn't any illusions about her status with them but the way Brigid spoke made it sound like she was a service.

"Hey, I don't know what anyone's said but I'm not like a masseuse or something. If you're so tense, go to the trainer for something,"

Brigid's eyes detected the hurt in Cathy's voice, but was so damn set on relief and far too embarrassed to turn back now.

So standing to leave, Brigid took a slow turn towards the door then stopped. With a brief glance over her shoulder, she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her sweats and pushed them to her ankles, bending over in the process and giving Cathy a good look at her pale pink thong.

Cathy was agog.

She'd been naked in the change room with the other girls before and had seen Brigid in the nude, but now here she was bent at the waist, with her stubbled pussy lips just feet from her face.

The thin strip of fabric that split the flesh was tight and made everything puffy and stick out, making Cathy's mouth water. She watched as Brigid then stalked over to the bed and crawled over the mattress. In one deft move, she turned over and pulled her knees back, drawing the panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Cathy's first thought was to grab them and hold them over her nose- but she already had Brigid in bed, spread eagle and rubbing her clit.

Why lick the wrapper when you could just eat the treat.

Cathy ambled up onto the bed, her eyes locked on Brigid's, waiting for her mood to change.

She started gently by nibbling up her captain's inner thigh, then landing her tongue on the main course. She used her tip to slide along the slit, parting her lips with relative ease. Brigid's stink filled her nose and empowered Cathy to push up towards the clit while testing the waters with a finger.

Everything Cathy did was with great trepidation, as she was still in disbelief this far into Brigid's crotch. The divide between senior and junior players had always been deep, but it seemed Cathy's rep and Brigid's hormones had covered the gap.

But it was when Cathy had curled a second finger inside the older girl that Brigid's resolve finally broke. She pitched her head back on the pillow and gasped, her small breasts bound beneath her sports bra. Now Cathy's face was confident as she got on her knees and began to finger fuck the team leader. She knew that after this, she could likely get a lick in at moments notice, but for this first time she wanted to loom above Brigid and watch her writhe.

In and out, in and out- her other hand mashing against the clit. The senior began to flail around wildly, causing Cathy to reposition and wrap a hand around Brigid's throat.

Cathy saw her eyes flutter open and recognized the shock and unbridled lust that lay beneath her. Her biceps tightened as she kept slamming into Brigid's cunt. Cathy could see her shake and swore there had been some liquid flying as moans filled the room.

"Game on," she whispered to herself. "Game fucking on,"