The Volleyball Towel Girl

She floated through the air. Time slowed down as I watched the 6'3" giantess leap above the net for a spike. As she made contact with the ball, her toned arms rippled. The ball launched toward the ground- through the arms of the opposing team's block and landing right in front of a diving defender. It bounced off the floor- point to State, they won their second set! The game score was now 2-2.

Sofia Marquez was the leading Outside Hitter (OH) for State. She was a top recruit out of high school and had been the star both on the team and around campus. We'd won consistently with her and were a top contender for the national championship this year. I'd been following her career for years now, and as a freshman at State, I finally got to watch her up close. The senior was at the top of her game, and I'd camped out to get a front-row seat.

As for me, I'd played some volleyball in gym class, but was never going to go pro. I was too short. The whole team towered over my tiny 5' figure as they gathered around the bench for a water break. They were so close to me now- I could see the sweat drip off of Sofia's forehead, and even off of her thighs. Her thighs... They were just too good. I wanted her to choke me out with them. And if I looked up a little, her tight volleyball spanx showed off her even tighter butt. I may not be a player, but I could be an admirer. I was stuck in my daydream about them when Sofia dropped her towel in front of me.

"Hey. Hey!" I snapped out of it. "Hand me that towel!" she said. I bent down, then got up and stepped forward to hand her the towel.

"Thanks. Stupid towel girl is sick today. Could you actually go grab us some fresh towels from the locker room? All of ours are soaked," Sofia said.

I nodded frantically. I couldn't believe she actually talked to me, let alone wanted me to go in their locker room! I mean no one would be in there, but I'd still get to go.

"You know where it is?"

I nodded. The ref blew her whistle.

"Great, I'll see you in a sec."

I got up and sped to the locker room. I didn't want to miss a second of the game, and I also wanted Sofia to get her towel as fast as possible.

I swung the door open and looked around. Most lockers were open and scattered with discarded clothes- probably what the girls would wear before/after the game. I lingered by the locker that said Marquez above it. I could see her lace bra and panties that she would wear later- I wondered who she was wearing those for. I shook myself out of my investigation. I was taking too long. I scanned the room and found a storage closet in the back with racks of towels. I grabbed as many as I could carry and made my way back.

I weaved through the crowd to get back to the front, carefully balancing my stack of towels. Tech was winning the set, leading State 21-11. I finally set the towels down and looked for Sofia. I could see the frustration building in her face. They lost another point and Sofia lost it on the player who missed her dive. Sofia could be intense, but it's what made her the best of the best.

Sofia pulled the girl up and State fought for the next point, but lost. They got the point after that, but then lost the next one. The score was now 24-12. Game point. State started with the ball. Our server lept up in the air and delivered a perfect hit. Tech countered, hitting an easy bump, set, spike. We countered back, but our bump was off. The setter had to run out of bounds after the ball and deliver a difficult backward set to Sofia, who lept for it. Her arms just barely reached- she delivered a hit that glanced off her hand and sent the ball just barely out of bounds. She landed on the ground, defeated. Tech erupted in yells and cheers while their portion of the crowd applauded them on.

The crowd filed out of the stadium. The home crowd was silent while the away crowd stayed in the stadium celebrating. I made my way to the dining hall to get dinner before ending the night.

After dinner, I walked through campus back to my dorm. I kept my headphones in, blasting music to help me forget the defeat. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm.

"Hey. Hey!" It was Sofia! "You helped with the towels today! I never got to say thank you."

I was in shock.

"Oh, you're welcome."

"What was your name?"

"Mel."

"Nice to meet you, Mel," she said. She started to walk away. "You know, our usual towel girl might be out for a while. You should come to our next practice, maybe you could help us out."

"I'd love that." I said, then realized I might be coming on too strong. "I'm just really passionate about...towels. Volleyball too, but towels are great." "It's not the flashiest job, but we need someone to do it. Appreciate it." She walked away for real this time. I couldn't believe she knew my name.

Chapter 2

Monday. I showed up to practice early. I was sure I needed to be acquainted with the many duties of a towel girl. I entered the gym to see a couple of girls warming up. They turned and looked at me. I froze in place. They just shrugged and went back to their warmups.

I walked along the side of the gym, trying to turn invisible. I saw the coach jotting some things down on her clipboard and knew that's who I needed to talk to, but I still really didn't want to approach her.

"Excuse me?" I asked. She slowly lowered her clipboard to look down at me.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm, uh- I talked to Sofia about being a towel girl, I don't know if..."

"We have a towel girl."

"Sofia said your towel girl is out sick and you could use someone to fill in-"

"Sofia Marquez? Why's she recruiting towel girls?"

I shrugged. I heard the door open.

"Sofia! Did you tell this girl to work towels?" Coach yelled across the gym. I spun around to see Sofia, stunning as ever. She wore a cropped tank top and cutoff jean shorts- not a practice outfit but hot nonetheless.

"Mel here helped us get towels at the game," Sofia said, placing her hands on my shoulders. I nearly jumped at her touch. "She wants to help some more."

"Okay, but only because you're vouching for her. Mel, come with me." Coach turned and entered the locker room. I followed her in.

We passed through rows of lockers as she explained the towel operations. Real intricate stuff. Basically, I had to set out fresh, folded towels at all the lockers for every practice and game, then collect the used towels at the end. We passed by the showers- they were all individual stalls- before getting to the laundry room. The laundry room is where I would spend most of my time. I was a small windowless room in the back with several washers and dryers. Coach showed me the basics of the machines but I had done laundry before, it wasn't that hard.

"Because our towel girl has been out, we have a backlog of laundry waiting to be done," she said and pointed to the tower of towels tipping over. "If you do a couple of loads every practice, you should be able to catch up."

I nodded. Again, not the most exciting work, but proximity to the volleyball team, to Sofia, was all I wanted. This is the closest anyone could get without being an actual player. So I dutifully loaded and started some laundry. I had some time, so I set up a chair and table in my laundry room and got to work studying.

Once the first load was done, I carefully folded and pressed each towel. I laid each towel nice and neat on the shelf in each locker. The lockers had open designs- this was a secure gym, it's not like anyone could come in and steal something.

When I got to Sofia's locker, I saw her clothes at the bottom. I didn't find a bra this time- she must have worn a sports bra here and then worn that to practice. I made sure her towel was extra perfect, then went back to the laundry room for more work.

Practice ended and I heard the girls come in. I kept the door closed between the laundry and locker rooms, so I couldn't see anything. It's not like anyone would object to me being in there, but I wasn't changing. I couldn't just walk in, stand and stare. I wanted to keep this job. So as much as I craved seeing them, seeing Sofia, I couldn't for now. I heard the showers turn on. The showers actually shared a wall with the laundry room, so I could hear the water running pretty clearly. I imagined Sofia in there, her perfect body soaping up and washing down the sweat of the day. She would use my towel, but that's the closest I could get to touching her. When I heard all of the showers shut off, I opened the door. Most girls had left. I went to grab the laundry baskets and bring the towels back to the laundry room. I wanted to get another look at Sofia's locker, so I went there first. But when I got there, I jumped back because I could see Sofia's shirtless back as she pulled her tank top down over her head. She pushed the shirt all the way down, but as I very clearly just saw, she was not wearing a bra. I could see her sweaty sports bra resting at the top of the pile of clothes in her gym bag. I grabbed the nearby laundry basket and the rustling of picking it up made Sofia turn and notice me.

"Hey Mel," Sofia said casually. Her tank top had some cleavage, but more distracting was the side boob. I was no better than a man.

"Oh hey, how was practice?" I asked.

"It was fine. We need to be doing better."

I nodded and started to walk away.

"How was towel-ing? Doing towels?" she asked.

I stopped. "Oh, pretty good. Living the dream."

"You fold the towels nicely. The other girl, she would just toss them in our lockers."

I smiled and blushed. "Thank you."

"You know, we have an away game coming up. We'd need a towel girl to come with us."

"Really? They make you bring your own towels?"

"They'll have their own girls to help out, but I'd like you to come." She leaned forward on the bench, resting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling.

My heart was pounding. "Oh! I just- I have a test coming up, I might need this weekend to study."

"It's a couple of hours away but we take a team bus. Do your homework on the bus, enjoy the game, then party with us after. We get a hotel and everything."

My eyes widened. "Oh okay. Yeah, that sounds like I could do it."

"It's actually fun, I promise. Get some drinks going and these girls aren't as straight as they might seem."

My heart nearly broke out of my chest. Was Sofia included in that? I just smiled and nodded.

Chapter 3

Friday. I sat in the back of the bus, headphones in and focused on my notes. I could still hear Sofia a few rows in front of me laughing with her friends. I wished I could be up there with them, but even if I didn't have my test, I wouldn't know how to join them. I wasn't one of them.

The bus stopped at the hotel first to check in and drop off our bags. We got up and filed out of the bus, then waited at the front of the hotel as Coach assigned rooms.

"Okay, it's two girls to a room. I'll call out each pair, come get your room keys and drop off your stuff," Coach announced. She started calling out girls and I watched the crowd dwindle. I kept my eyes on Sofia, praying that I'd at least end up in a room near her.

"Sofia...and Mel," Coach said.

Oh my God. I started trembling. I saw Sofia walk up to Coach and grab both room keys, then wave at me to come over. I unfroze myself and rolled my suitcase over to her. We got in the elevator together.

"I put in a good word for you," Sofia said and winked. "Our room will have the best towels."

I responded with a nervous laugh.

We arrived at the room and opened the door. There it was: one bed.

"Do you think there's a pull-out mattress?" I asked.

"Oh, we can share a bed. I know I'm tall but I promise to give you space, you don't need much." She patted me on the head.

"Yeah..."

"We can use pillows to make a lesbian barrier if you want," Sofia joked. I laughed a little too hard at that.

"No no, it's good," I said. Sofia smiled and went to freshen up in the bathroom.

...

Gametime. Sofia led the team to a 2-1 match lead. They were dominant. It was incredible volleyball. I watched as the girls darted and dove after the ball, sending it high in the air, speeding it across the court, reacting to every move with precision. It's not that the other team was bad- our girls were just better.

Sofia came to the sideline before the next match. I handed her a fresh towel and she wiped the sweat off her face. She gathered the team around.

"You're finally doing great, assholes, but it's not over. I saw how you blew it last time, we will not repeat that. Now get your asses out there and let's win this thing!" Sofia said. The team cheered and returned to the court pumped and ready to go.

We started racking up points. 1-0. 5-0. 10-2. 15-3. 24-10. Game point. I watched Sofia gather the girls. She was setting up a play for herself again. I knew she could do it this time. The other team served it, then we got a good bump. The setter laid the ball up perfectly for Sofia, and I watched her fly through the air. She made exact contact and sent the ball speeding down so fast that the other team had no time to react. Sofia roared and the girls gathered around her, lifting her up and carrying her off the court. I got up and cheered. As the team made their way back to the benches, I raised my hand to give Sofia a high five. My hand got some of her sweat from the contact. I went to dry my hand off with a towel but let the feeling of her hand on mine linger.

I waited for the girls to shower in the locker room, then as they filed out I went in to collect the dirty towels. I caught Sofia in there again, this time fully clothed.

"Great job today!" I told her.

"Thanks," she beamed. "We gotta celebrate tonight. I know we're in the middle of nowhere, so we usually drink in a hotel room. You should go!"

"I mean I had nothing else planned." I smiled.

...

As I entered the party room, I was handed a shot. I looked at Sofia ahead of me and she was already downing it, so I downed mine too. It was vodka and it burned.

The girls passed around cans of pre-mixed cocktails. The whole team was crammed in that room, sitting all over the floor and bed. Girls overlapped and sat on top of each other, their limbs tangling together. They laughed at their inside jokes and leaned into each other. I just stood there on the outside watching.

Sofia found a spot and called me over. She sat down but there wasn't any more room, so she gestured to her lap. My eyes widened but I walked over anyway, sitting down on top of her.

One girl finished a bottle and held it up, yelling for everyone's attention.

"Hey! Do you- do you know what we should play! Spin the-" she held up the bottle.

"Spin the this thing!" she said and sat back down next to me.

She spun the bottle. I watched it spin around the room, flying between girls. It slowed and landed on our server. The girl got up and stumbled over to her. She bent down and pushed out her lips, giving the girl a big 'mwah' kiss. The girl came back over and handed the bottle to me.

My heart pounded. I looked around the room. All of these giants, and tiny me had to kiss one of them. I placed the bottle in the middle and gave it a spin. I wanted it to land on Sofia but there was no way that would happen, there were too many girls. The bottle slowed and landed on a setter. I got up, my knees shaking. I navigated the mess of legs on the ground to get to her. I didn't need to bend down much to reach her face because even with me standing up and her sitting down, she was still tall. I leaned in quick and gave her the fastest peck of my life, barely feeling it. I made my way back to Sofia. I sat back on her lap.

"Wow, getting adventurous, are we?" she asked me. I didn't know what to say.

Sofia leaned forward and took her turn with the bottle. She spun it and I watched the neck point at all the different girls. I didn't care who it landed on, I just knew I would be jealous. It slowed as it got closer to us, and for a moment I thought it could land on me. But it stopped just past me, on the girl to Sofia and I's right. Our middle blocker.

I looked back at Sofia. She didn't need to get up to do the kiss. She kept me on her lap and just turned to lean into the middle blocker. Sofia grabbed her face and they came together to kiss, doing not just a peck but multiple kisses, using tongue and nearly turning this into a makeout session. But after a few seconds, they stopped. I couldn't believe my luck. That should've been me.

We kept drinking as the bottle made its way around the circle. I watched the different levels of kisses- from kisses on the cheek to pecks, to one pair of girls even straddling each other and looking like they were about to hook up. I could feel myself getting drunk and Sofia must have been feeling it too- she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me back so that I was leaning back on her chest. Now I could not only feel her thighs under my butt and legs, but her boobs on my back. And she even leaned her head into my head. I never wanted to leave. She was cuddling me like I was a little stuffed teddy bear.

But then someone must've said 'hot tub' because the girls started getting up and filing down the hall. I kept hearing girls talk about the hot tub. In my drunken state, I just followed the crowd.

We got to the hot tub and I watched the team shed their clothes. Shit, I didn't bring a swimsuit! No one said anything about a hot tub before. But I saw a bra drop to the ground. Then panties. Then some more. These girls were skinny dipping!

I turned around to see Sofia pulling her bra over her head, her boobs directly exposed to me. I had to stare. My mouth hung open as I finally saw this perfect body in its natural form. She slid her shorts and panties off.

"Like what you see?"

I snapped out of my trance.

"Oh, I didn't mean..."

"Come on," she said. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to lift. I raised my arms and let her peel it off me. She reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my pants and panties down. I stepped out of them, now under her control.

We got in the water. There was barely any room so I sat on her lap again. The giants of the team sat tall with their breasts out of the water, chatting and flirting and playing. Even on Sofia's lap, my boobs were under the water. I felt Sofia's hand reach around my torso and pinch my right nipple. The bubbles at the water's surface meant nobody could see. She pinched and pulled on both nipples now. I was glad we were in the water because I was definitely wet. Sofia groped and grabbed my breasts. I leaned back into her again, my naked body pressed against hers.

When it was time to leave, we didn't get dressed again. We just balled up our clothes and sprinted through the halls back to the elevator and then to our rooms. It was such a rush running alongside all these naked athletes. Or behind them, since they were super athletic and way faster than me. I looked up at all of their bouncing asses.

Sofia and I got back to our room. She immediately jumped on the bed and laid back on the pillows.

"My little mini Mel," she said. She spread her legs and patted the bed in between them. "Eat me."

I obeyed. I went down there and got to work. All the dreaming, all the wishing, it had finally come true. She grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I turned my head sideways and ran the flat part of my tongue across her clit. She shuddered and gripped me with her thighs. I kept going, keeping the same pace and feeling her get wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier. She orgasmed and I felt it run through her whole body. We kept going- I stuck my fingers in her and started to kiss all over her body- first her inner thighs and then working my way up and down her legs, then her stomach, then her breasts. I licked around her nipples and she let out louder and louder moans until she came again.